what troubled sleep have you known to speak of my dreams

Do You Know Me?

Oh man. I’m hooked (HAHAHA…sorry). I wrote some Sidon x Link. Because I am weak for that stupid sweet sharkboy. This one is for @cinensis, who is aboard this ship with me and as thanks for his awesome support. ENJOY.

All fluff - cut for length, not for content.

Originally posted by potionxshop

Link wakes up sweating and panting, the silken seaplant sheets a tangle around him. It’s hard to tell if he has made any sort of noise in his sleep, but his throat feels rough, like he’s been inhaling small pieces of rock. The private bedchamber Prince Sidon gave him is in one of the towers overlooking the square below, where he can see the profile of Mipha’s statue from the balcony, past the gossamer curtains.

“Once this whole thing is over maybe things can go back to how they used to be when we were young.”

That’s what she had said, in the memory he had had, and perhaps that should have given him some comfort, but…he had seen her again in his dream, and her image shattered into a thousand fragments. There was chaos and screaming, pain and darkness, and then…he had awoken before there was anything more.

Sleep is the worst time for Link. Sleep, when he can’t tell where pieces of memories end and the tricks of a broken mind take over.

Link rises and puts on his simple tunic - leaving the Zora Armor neatly on the chest where he had placed it after trying it on (even the perfect fit had frustrated him, though he did not show it) - and wanders out, down the stairs to the Domain sprawling below. He knows that on the morrow, he will be called to fight the monster plaguing them, once again take on the mantle of the Champion of Hyrule, and…

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anonymous asked:

Holy shit I love your analysis' of Jimin and Namjoon!! Would you mind doing one for Jungkook as well? I know a lot of people were confused as to why Namjoon put him in Ravenclaw over Gryffindor/Slytherin.


It’s really weird for me that you guys actually care about and value my opinions  on this whole business so thank you so much for giving my ramblings the time of day omg

for those who are wondering about my thoughts on gryffindor!namjoon and slytherin!jimin here’s the links to those:

Namjoon as a Gryffindor || Jimin as a Slytherin

So like, I really. really. really. love the idea of Ravenclaw Jeon. (But listen… I used to be a hardcore Slytherin!Jeon person okay, so I understand your feels on this. I do.) 

 here goes nothing

Ravenclaw Jungkook confused a lot of people. And I really get it because Ravenclaw was so fucking shafted in the books. 

We had so many Gryffindors and Slytherins to relate to, and we had a fair share of badass Hufflepuffs (TONKS) to base our opinions off of. But there were only a few Ravenclaws that were given the time of day in the books, and only one of those was a major character. We had Luna, Trelawney, Lockehart, and Cho. Cho’s amazing character was wasted by JK – she was written with the personality of a dish rag and didn’t really get the spotlight she deserved. Trelawney was presented as a crazy old lady who sometimes ?? served a purpose. Lockehart was an idiot. All we really had was Luna.

But it wasn’t just the characters. Ravenclaw has a really weird reputation. Before I wrote this, I asked a bunch of my casual and hardcore HP fan friends to tell me the characteristics they associated with each house. And I got pretty much what I expected:

  • Gryffindor: Leaders, brave, courageous, brash, strong
  • Slytherin: Cunning, resourceful, calculating, perfectionists
  • Hufflepuff: Loyal, kind, hard-working, determination, cheerful
  • Ravenclaw: Smart…?? they are… smart people?? They do things…….smartly……

Like for real. Whenever I asked people what traits they associated with Ravenclaw, all anyone was ever able to tell me was that Ravenclaws were supposedly smart. And that’s got a lot to do with the fact that when the sorting hat sings off about all the houses, it lists all these great traits for the other houses, but when it comes to Ravenclaw it says this:

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.

And then the books go on to say that Ravenclaws are,

characterised by their wit, intelligence, and wisdom.

So maybe you’re like me, and I am REALLY guilty of this, but when I first read this in the books I kinda just thought these all meant the same thing. So maybe that’s where we got this idea that all Ravenclaws are good for are being smart.

But it wasn’t until I looked up the actual definition of each word that I realized these were all saying really different things:

Intelligence - the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.
Wit - a natural aptitude for using words and ideas in a quick and inventive way to create humor.
Wisdom - the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.

^^^^this is just webster dictionary definitions here. The bolded words are the ones I want to focus on.

Skill. See – Ravenclaws are supposedly smart. But this doesn’t always have to mean BOOKSMART, and I think that’s where we had a lot of trouble with Jeon. No one is saying he is dumb or anything, but he’s no Namjoon.

Notable examples of this trait include Lockehart, who was pretty shitty at a lot of things, but had the street smarts enough to pass off his big whole scam for years and years, and was especially gifted in certain charms.

Then there’s Luna, who while shown to be really good at solving riddles, was also portrayed as really physically skilled. In Dumbledore’s Army, while being taught how to conjure a Patronus by Harry, Luna was the first to get it right. She was fourteen at the time, and was such a skilled witch that she was able to perform an incredibly difficult charm - that even adults had trouble with - after like…….mere minutes of teaching.

Does this sound like someone you know?? I’ll give you an example: Observe this VERY determined Hufflepuff not give up on his dreams and finally have all his hard work pay off… only for someone to come in and get it right almost instantly.

Or maybe… “Hey guys, this dance move you made up looks pretty cool – mind if I watch you do it like once and a half and then nail it instantly?”

And if you’re ever in doubt about just how skilled Jungkook is… remember that he turned down seven other agencies to join BigHit. That’s how many people were after him and recognized his talent. (This also ties in to my thoughts on the part about good judgement – Jungkook obviously saw a lot of potential in Namjoon and BigHit in general, so much so that he turned down tons of other companies to be there. He saw something a lot of other people did not… and it ended up being the best decision he ever made.)

But I think another really telling aspect of Jungkook’s Ravenclaw personality is that he isn’t always perfect at everything. He’s not always good at something right away – but that won’t stop him working really hard to get good

In Rookie King he was shown to be at the most pretty average at bowling. He wasn’t terrible, but he was about as good as you and I would be after playing a few rounds with a little luck. Well, Golden Maknae Jungkook could not stand to not be the best at something, so he mentions sometime later (13:10) that he’s hired a coach to teach him how to bowl…. and then just a few months later uploads a video of himself getting a strike like it’s no god damn big deal at all. And he looks pretty proud of himself too.

But all the major Ravenclaws were also shown time and time and time again as being a little…. scatterbrained. Luna, Lockehart, and Trelawney especially, and to an extent even Cho. And Jungkook is no exception. He’s… pretty gullible. And DEFINITELY scatterbrained.

But wit, intelligence, and wisdom are not the only three traits associated with Ravenclaw. There are a lot of other traits you may not really know about, because again – Ravenclaws were woefully under-represented in the series. There’s quite a few others listed for this house:

  • Creative
  • Individuality
  • Eccentric
  • Quirky
  • Jealousy/Envy
  • Competitive

So imma just go down the list because I’m really tired and I can’t made good word things rn


it’s no secret that Jungkook is a pretty talented artist. He’s a pretty damn good photographer too. (This will always be one of my favorite photos ever of Jimin – and Jungkook took it.) And he’s a talented lyricist as well. He’s an extremely good dancer and has a beautiful voice too – but you guys know this already.


Take a look at how he expresses his individuality through his song covers.

Eccentric & Quirky

You guys thought the fact that Lockehart, Trelawney, and even heckin Luna were all in the same house was a coincidence? Ravenclaws are NOTORIOUS for being Extra™ . I’m not kidding! This is literally a personality trait of Ravenclaws that we overlook so often from these weirdos. And Jeon fuckin Jungkook invented the word eccentric:

you’d be here forever if i kept going so… you get the point. eccentric is jungkook’s middle name.


Jeonlous exists in this god forsaken fandom, and I ain’t gonna link it and open THAT can of worms, but if you’re feeling so inclined and care to enter the seventh circle of hell, feel free to look it up… but tread carefully.


When I got the first ask about Ravenclaw Kook I had woken up at 3am and sleepily looked at my emails. I saw the ask and immediately had to jot down my ideas to keep for the next day, and all I managed to write in my sleep stupor was this

and then i promptly fell back asleep.

I was referring to this, and if you don’t feel bad for poor Jin in this situation I don’t know what to tell you. Jungkook is intensely competitive, even over small things like board games. He was so intent on winning that game that he literally assaulted someone five years his senior to sabotage them.

And then this is him trying to win a dance-off… doing the most, as usual.

And also?? He was literally banned from the gym because he was getting too buff. And look at him take out that guy in wrestling… and then demolish poor Jimin, the smallest member of BTS in arm wrestling when he could have… you know… let him win or something……

It’s a pretty well known meme within the fandom that Jungkook is competitive and always trying to outdo the others.

But when it comes down to it, Ravenclaws are still known for being smart, right? We can take all these other traits and apply them to Jeon but what about his brain?

He’s actually kinda smart. He is able to cover a song in perfect English even though he doesn’t speak the language all that well (but well enough to constantly correct others’ English and he’s good enough to tell you he’s really not all that interested in participating in English Time anyways)

And I mean…. he can outsmart the other members pretty well…………..

But I think one of the most important things to note about Jungkook being in Ravenclaw is to look at who sorted him, Namjoon: Namjoon himself gave Jungkook the nickname “Golden Maknae”. He is constantly saying that Jungkook can do anything, or watch this Jungkook can do this, or wow look at him go, or he’s so talented this and that. Is it really any surprise that Namjoon would put Jungkook in to a house known for being highly skilled when he believes no less of the kid?

Jungkook has some pretty Slytherin-like qualities – but tons of canon HP characters and the BTS members themselves have traits that are shared by all four houses. It’s just a matter of where he fits best.

I mean TL;DR, Jeon says it best himself:

gif credit: bwiskook

Byun Baekhyun// Psych - Part 3

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (Part 3/6)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 6,728

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Originally posted by bellasmith45

Relationship: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1,625

Tags: Fluff and comfort

Based off my own prompt (wow original); BED SHARING AUS

Hope you enjoy :)

Jumping in her chair, she drew a shaky breath as she took in her surroundings. She was sitting at a desk, her research paper sporting a stain as she must have drooled on it. Sighing, she realized she had fallen asleep. Her heart was still thumping from her nightmare and her room felt a lot colder than it usually was. Groaning at the pain in her neck, she stood up and threw on the sweater that was flung across her chair. Walking out of her room, she planned to get a nice cup of tea to soothe her soul.

“Hey.” A sudden voice made her gasp and groan as her heart picked up speed again. Bucky was leaning against a counter in the kitchen and gave her an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” He mumbled. The moonlight seemed to give him an eerily glow and her stomach threw a fit at the softness in his eyes as he looked at her.

“It’s fine.” She sighed with a smile as she made her way past him towards the cabinets. Opening up one, she turned to see his brows furrowed as he took in the dark circles under her eyes. “What?”

He hesitated before speaking, choosing his words carefully. “You look…tired.” He seemed to already regret his words and she knew why. Her…how to put this, her ‘sleeping pattern’ was a common knowledge between the rest of the Avengers. At first, it was a secret she only shared with Steve. But eventually, Steve had to go on missions and she became dangerously sleep deprived. So, she told Natasha, who surprised her greatly by agreeing to help. But then Natasha went on missions with Steve, so she went to Thor for help. Tony made remarks at first, but then started seeking her out to cuddle. She knew he struggled with nightmares too and was happy to be helping him as well. Eventually, everyone on the team knew, but they still treated her normally and for that she was thankful.

She wasn’t always like this. When she was younger she could sleep just fine by herself. Then…the nightmares began. You’d think having a superpower would improve your life, but it was not so in her case. She had to experience the horrors of other people around the world every time she fell asleep. It was exhausting and most times she would avoid sleeping until she couldn´t anymore.

But, the one good thing she had discovered is that having a cuddle buddy drew out the real-life dreams. Somehow, instead of latching onto someone else in the world, she latched onto the mind of her cuddle buddy as they slept. Finally she was able to dream, even if it was someone else’s dream.

“I’m always tired, aren’t I?” she tried to joke, shrugging her shoulders. Bucky didn’t laugh though, his brows furrowing in concern.

“Have you slept at all this week?” He asked carefully.

This week had been hell, as somehow all the Avengers, except Bucky, hadn’t been at home. Bucky was one of the few teammates she had never cuddled with, both because they didn’t know each other that well and he was way too closed off for that stuff, so she assumed. Not that she was complaining, she’d deny it if ever asked, but she may have a tiny crush on the blue eyed soldier, and may not be able to handle casual cuddling with him.

“Yeah, of course, I just woke up.” She was still trying to sound light to not worry him, but she knew she looked and sounded just as exhausted as she felt.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, seemingly trying to decide something. Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. “Do you, um…would you like me to cuddle you?” he finished, scratching his neck and hesitantly looking her in the eye.

Crap. There goes her heart, beating fast. She was taken by surprise; it didn’t hurt as much as it did after the nightmares. It was…slightly nice. She was suddenly aware of her gaping face and red cheeks and quickly cleared her throat.

“I mean, if you want to.” Wait, no, those were not the words she intended to say. She tried to blame her tired mind and ignored the small thought that suggested it could be because she wanted this more than she realized.

“You need it, of course I want to…I mean I’m willing to help you.” Of all the time she had known the man, she had never heard him ramble like that. Not that he spoke often enough for it to happen, but still. He was avoiding her eyes now and she had to take a deep breath before speaking.

“Okay…um, follow me.” What was she doing? Follow me? She grabbed his hand and hoped he didn’t feel her shakiness as she led him away from her forgotten tea and towards her bedroom.

They didn’t speak as she closed the door after them and stood there with him in awkward silence. Taking a deep breath and silencing her mind, she crawled under the covers and shuffled to give him space. He seemed unsure of what he was doing, but still didn’t hesitate as slid in next to her. They lay awkwardly beside each other for a moment, debating to themselves how to play this. Eventually she convinced herself this was just like with everyone else and snuggled close to him, draping an arm over his stomach and placing her head under his arm.

After a few moments of even more awkward stiffness, he relaxed slightly and settled his mechanic arm on her waist, before quickly drawing it back. Confused, she looked up to see the slight…fear…on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked frowning. Did she do something wrong?

“I…just didn’t realize it was that…one.” Puzzled, she followed his gaze to his metallic arm lying beside her. She looked back at him as she realized why he was afraid.

“Oh Bucky, I don’t care, I really don’t.” she gave him a reassuring smile and grabbed the hand beside her and laid it back on her waist. He went rigid as confusion spread on his face, his eyes raking between her and his hand.

“But…” he trailed off.

“Bucky, seriously, it doesn’t scare me, I trust you.” Her own hand gripped his and she trailed her thumb over the sleek metal. “I actually think it’s pretty cool.” Her smiled widened nervously as he looked to have difficulty believing her. “Bucky, when have I ever been afraid of it?”

She was surprised he was even concerned about this, though she couldn’t blame him. His dark past is directly connected with the mechanic arm from Hydra. But the fact is, she was the only one, besides Steve, that didn’t have an issue with trusting him since he joined the team, and didn’t shy away or narrow her eyes at the super arm attached to the super solider. She didn’t like to judge people without knowing them in and out, which has caused her trouble before, but she still held strong to the belief that there’s always more to people than meets the eye.

He seemed to realize this but still didn’t relax beneath her. He kept staring into her eyes, trying to find something that indicated she was lying but coming up empty.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t want her to hear him. She gave a small sigh with a fond smile on her face as she sat up slightly to be more level with him.

“Why are you concerned about my well being enough to cuddle with me?” he seemed taken aback and she wasn’t sure through the dark, but she thought she saw him blushing. “Because you care, because in spite of what others think, you are a good person, Bucky. Believe me, I’ve seen enough bad people to know you’re not one of them. You care about me, just like I care about you.” She answered her own question, trying to sound as sincere as possible. His lips parted in shock and he stared at her at loss at words. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she brushed a lock of his hair away from his face. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but the expression his face drew her in and she gave him a small peck on his lips. Drawing back, she felt the rain of realization wash over her. Feeling her heart hammering again, she cleared her throat and looked at everything but him, screaming at herself in her head. Just as she was about to run out of the room, she felt his lips on hers again, and it took a moment for her to understand what was happening. His fingers brushed across her cheek as they slowly started to move their lips against each other. There it was again, that nice, fast beating of her heart and Bucky’s body finally relaxed completely. They tried to make the bliss last as long as they could, but eventually they separated to breathe. A beautiful smile crept its way up his face and she felt her heart skip.

“I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, and as she opened her mouth to object, he quickly spoke again. “And you’re right, I am concerned about your well being, which is why you should go to sleep now.” He gently pushed her back down and tightened his grip on her. She let her body melt against his, feeling his cool metal fingers brushing up and down her arm, slowly lulling her to sleep. Before she passed out, she let out a content whisper.

“You deserve so much more than you think.”

Escape the bachelor party


“No women.  Do ye hear me?  No escorts, waitresses, exotic dancers, prostitutes, strippers…in short, Ian, if they’ve titties, I don’t want them there. Ye ken?”

“Jamie.  Ye ken I would never – “

“Bollocks, Ian.  I ken ye would!  Just to watch me ears go scarlet.”

Main Event

Poker.  And whisky. So much whisky.  

Jenny had massive amounts of food waiting, and Jamie had a crate of the Fraser’s best sent over from the Distillery.  Truth be told he was looking forward to a night with the lads.  One week before he was no longer a bachelor.  One week until he’d be a married man.  Claire’s husband.  Of all the things he was looking forward to, the band on his finger was the most.

Murtagh was tough.  He had a good poker face anyway, and the beard made it even harder to read.  He never bet heavily either, so it was tough to know if he had a good hand or not. Ian was shite at cards.  His uncles were ruthless. They’d go all in just to cripple you for the fun of it. Willie was fast becoming one of the lads and it made Jamie happy to know the loyal young man was fitting in and finding his way in the family business.  Rupert was pretty good, too.  He liked to pretend every hand he had was crap, and then he’d rob you blind with a Royal Flush.

They were well into their cups by the time talk turned to the upcoming nuptials.

“She’s bonny, Jamie, I’ll give ye that,” Dougal said as he raised two fingers and discarded.  “Can’t say the same of my own Maura, God love her.  Even a blind man would say she wasna bonny.”

Ian spit his drink across the table.  

Colum, who could hold his liquor better than all of them, just shook his head.  

Rupert drained the last of his whisky and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Aye, she’s bonny, yer Claire.  Although, I like a hen with a bit o’ meat on her.”

Dougal closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, “I can think of worse things, then holdin’ on to that pair o’ sweet kakin’…”

“ENOUGH!”  Jamie roared.


“Forgive my brother, Jamie.” Colum’s voice soothed a room that went completely still.  “I wish there was a way to muzzle the idiot.”   He pointed a finger at Dougal.  “Maura deserves better than you, man.”  

“Aye, aye, aye….”  Dougal slapped his cards face down, stood and stumbled to the table for some food.

“Wha’ do ye like bessst about Claire, Jamie?” Willie slurred, eyes glazed over in drink.

Jamie, whose eyes were somewhat unfocused himself, swayed a little.  “Her arse.”

The room exploded into laughter.

Willie turned a shade of pink.  “I meant her personality.”

“Oh. Weel.  She’s fun.  And she can talk for hours about anything and everything.  She makes ye feel like ye’ve known her forever.  She’s a way about her that calms me to my soul.”  Jamie looked off into the distance for a minute, then shook his pickled brain.  He clapped a hand on Willie’s shoulder and said, “But she’s got a damn fine ass, man. I mean, Christ, gives me a terrible cockstand just to think of it.”  Chuckles from the older men as Willie started to squirm, “And she’s got this pair of hot pink knickers that….”


Every man froze in place.  

Jamie slowly turned around.  

“Jenny.  Hey.” He waved awkwardly at his sister.

“How dare ye talk about yer future wife like some common hoor.”  She looked about the room.  What a bunch of drunkards.  Time to shut this down.

“That’s it.  Show’s over lads.”  She walked over to the bar, locked up the liquor and gathered the glasses.  She pointed at her husband.  “Show them where the blankets are,” and with a fist full of tumblers she headed out of the room. “Sleep well, gentlemen,” she called over her shoulder.

Ian turned to his friends with a sloppy wave, “Sleep well, gent…men,” and promptly stumbled into the back of his wife who’d suddenly stopped.  “Oof! Christ, Jenny…”

“Where do ye think yer going?”  Jenny said, glasses clinking.

Ian’s head lolled to the side, confusion evident. “To bed with ye, my fair Janet.”

“Think again,” Jenny snorted, and spun on her heels to leave.


Claire sat curled up in the large leather chair by the fireplace, reading.  

She and Jenny had had a nice night with the children.  They all made their own pizzas, and then she and Jenny gave them baths to get the sauce out of theirs ears and hair and from between fingers.  They played games, and ended the night with Claire tucking in wee Jamie and Maggie, and reading them both a story.  

She’d planned to let Jamie have the night alone with his friends and family, but Jenny called to say she would like the company and told Claire to bring an overnight bag for her and Jamie. “I ken this lot, none of them will be fit to go home tonight.  I’ll not be in stuck in a house with a bunch of drunks on my own!”

She heard the heavy steps in the hall. The door opened, and Jamie came in. He stopped dead at the sight of her and smiled.  His eyes were having trouble focusing.  He staggered to the edge of the bed and struggled to remove his shoes.

Claire didn’t say or word.  Or move to help him.  Foolish prat.  He’ll deserve whatever headache he’ll have in the morning.  

Jamie breathed deeply and staggered a couple of steps forward, swaying slightly.  

“Are ye a dream, my own?  Or real?” he said, eyes narrowed.

Claire decided to stay still, and quiet to see how this played out.   

“Tha thu am boireannach bu bhrèagha a chunnaic mi riamh,” he whispered. “Agus a ‘smaoineachadh, bi thu leamsa a dh'aithghearr.”  Claire wouldn’t have been able to move if she tried.  Jamie didn’t speak Gaelic often, except to swear.  This wasn’t swearing.  The low rhythm of his voice sounded like poetry. 

“Och! “ Jamie flapped a hand at his vision and scrubbed at his face with both hands.  She could hear the rasp of his stubble.  “Mo graidh.  Ye are real, are ye, no?” 

Oh, the temptation to answer. 

“Best ye aren’t.  After what I admitted tonight.”  Jamie attempted three times to pull the tee shirt over his head.  “Talkin’ about yer arse like that.” 

Claire raised an eyebrow.   

“I mean, it’s a damn fine arse, mo graidh.  Drives me mad.  But I shouldna disrespect –“ his voice muffled for a bit as his face disappeared under the cotton, “-air beulaibh mo theaghlach.” 

He finally managed to pull the shirt over his head, and tousled his red curls in the process.  He looked like a child who’d just woken up from a nap.  

He looked at her again.  

“Tha thu taibhse?”   

Claire had never heard Jamie speak this much in his native tongue.  She had to admit, it turned her on.  Big time.   

“Your eyes,” Jamie said.  He smiled softly, and raised a hand as if trying to touch her cheek.  “They’re the colour of our finest whisky, with the sun shining through.” 

Slowly, Jamie stepped backward, trying to find the bed. It took all of Claire’s strength not to call out for him to watch himself.  As it was he hit the edge of the bed with the backs of his knees, and flopped over.  She almost giggled as he struggled to sit up.   He tried to focus on her again, his eyes glazed over.

“One week,” his finger wagged in her direction. “One week, and I’ll be Mr. James Beauchamp.”

Claire snorted.

“I mean, you’ll be Mr. James Beauchamp.  No.  That doesna sound right.”

Jamie placed his index finger against his lips, tapping rhythmically as he tried to make sense to himself.  He tried again, “Mrs. Claire Beau…no…,” he measured every word. “Mrs. James Alexander Fraser Mackenzie….no, wait….”

“Fhalbh,” he swore.

And to Claire’s profound amusement, the love of her life promptly passed out.

Jughead & Reader: Complicated

Summary: Your father is good friends with FP so it’s no surprise when he asks your dad to take care of Jughead while he tries to get his life back on track. You and Jughead start spending a lot of time together and you come to realize that you care about him as more than a friend. But things are complicated since he’s dating Betty Cooper.


Length: 2,435

a/n: NSFW

Listen to: Falling Away With You - Muse 

Exhausted from school, you walked up the stairs to your room. You planned on throwing your book bag on the floor and climbing into bed to take a nap until it was time for dinner. It’s pretty much what you did every day after school. 

As you walked down the hallway you noticed your bedroom door was open. You were confused because you always closed your door when you left the house since you liked your privacy. Normally your dad never goes into your room without permission but you just liked to keep things private. 

You poked your head in and saw Jughead Jones, a friend of yours from school. He was in the process of unrolling a sleeping bag when he noticed you standing at the door.

“Oh, um.” He stood up and put his hands in his pockets nervously. “Hey,” he said.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Oh, your dad didn’t talk to you yet?” He asked. 

“Obviously not.” You shook your head and set your bag down by your desk. You sat down in your chair and saw there was a tattered duffle bag in the corner of your room which looked like it belonged to Jughead. “What, are you moving in?” You joked.

Jughead looked a little nervous and uncomfortable. Before he could answer, your dad called your name from downstairs. You glanced at Jughead before you left your room, beyond confused. 

You walked downstairs and met your dad in the kitchen. “There’s a boy in my room,” you told him as you sat on the counter.

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the devil

→   Jungkook x Female Reader

→   fluff???

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You remembered what your grandmother once told you First impressions always give away a person’s real face, when you first met the boy, who had the words massive flirt  written all over him. You had disliked him instantly. His cocky smirk when he talked to girls, his way of showing off anytime possible, the way his voice was drenched in narcissism; it all added up to the picture your mind painted of him. A self-focused dick, who loved nothing more than having everybody’s attention. That’s why you decided to not give him any, to leave him hanging every time he initiated any form of communication.

It started with ignoring the little notes he passed you in class, went over to not reacting to his flirty comments and ended in you taking a different seat just so you didn’t even get tempted by his alluring words. You promised yourself to not fall for his charming facade.

He had seen you the first time he entered the room. A small figure, eyes glued to your phone, fingers fidgeting with the black wires of your earphones. In the middle of dull faces, meaningless words and loud voices, your silence spoke to him. A somewhat unremarkable girl, who still captured his entire attention. That’s why he decided to make you notice him.

He had high hopes for it, after all girls had always fallen for him easily. Though he should’ve known – you’re different.

Your weird relationship, which consisted of him trying to get you to at least acknowledge his existence and you resisting every try of his, went on like this for months. your plan seemingly was a success, no further problems erupted when it came to refusing to give him the attention he was longing for - until one eventful night.

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Epitome of Eighteen Histories: Mikado Episode

This is an interval story.

An interval story in time.


-I have to move forward already.

In a lavatory of a certain small publishing company.

Smacking her cheeks in front of the bathroom mirror, Kazane Kinomiya motivates herself.

She helps with magazines as a freelance writer while also going through with university life, but recently she has improved at work too where even her articles from interviews she wrote up on was used in magazines.

Her livelihood has become stable, and when her career after graduation became more settled, she made a crucial decision.

“I have to meet my brother (brother-in-law).”

Since she was little, she was shown her “brother” from the car window by her mother.

He is the child her mother had with her previous husband she divorced, but whether it was because there were not many other children among her relatives Kazane felt wonder and affection towards that boy just by seeing him once.

It has been roughly fifteen years since then. After being intrigued by her brother, Kazane has observed him from afar and looked into the reputation he received from friends around him sometimes as though to remember him, but even at this age now she still could not take a step in the action of “directly meet up and talk with him.

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My Decision (1)

Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky x Artist!Reader(not yet), Lawyer!Bucky x Model!Dot

Warnings: None

Words count: 959

Sumarry: Bucky barnes is the  hottest lawyer who dates the infamous supermodel Dolores Grey, thir relationship is what people called #relationshipgoals. Bucky loves Dot with all of his heart and they’re going to marry soon, Rebecca (Bucky’s sister) never likes the idea of Bucky and Dot. one day she asks Bucky to pick up a painting from the art student at University of California, that’s the first time Bucky meet you. Will the meeting with you change anything between Bucky and Dot, or not?


           “Attention everyone!” Dot’s standing up and gaining everybody’s attention, today is one of those days that Dot set up some fancy luxury dinner for Bucky’s and her family to meet up and talk about what she called “future” for her and Bucky, “I want to thank you all for coming here, I want to announce that…” she glances at Bucky and a smile appeared across her face, “me and Bucky are… engage!” she shows them the big diamond on her ring finger. Their relationship are the #relationshipgoals thing, that what people mostly called. Bucky loves Dot so much, he willingly gave her everything she wants, the fancy living, the big apartment, even bucky is saving some money to build her dream mansion once they get married. They’re parents couldn’t be more happier because Bucky’s dad and Dot’s dad are business partner and by the marriage of their child, their business would be unstoppable.

           Bucky is one of the hottest lawyer ever lived, he won almost every cases he had, he even win against Pierce Company that is known one of the best Company in America. Dot, she is actually a model and she is so bitchy about her career, she always thinks she is the best one, also she is really an arrogant person but Bucky always sees her as the most perfect girl he ever knew, they’re living together now at Bucky’s apartment and Bucky hoped that this time, he will settle down and Dot’s the right one.

           “So when do we expect the marriage?” Dot’s dad asks eagerly, “Yeah, when can we discuss about that? I’m so happy that you guys made this far, as far as I known Bucky my boy isn’t good at relationship but with you, he kinda did great” George Barnes (Bucky’s father) speaks as he winks at his son, “Don’t push him, George” Bucky’s mom chuckled, “We haven’t discuss it yet, but soon! Right babe?” Dot’s squeeze Bucky’s hand, “Yeah, we’ll discuss this soon” , “I think tonight is the best time to discuss about the marriage, I mean Dot’s family is here, and Bucky’s family here to so why not?” Dot’s mom suggests, “OMG Mom that would be awesome!” Dot clapped her hand and giving Bucky her puppy dog eyes, “Let’s discuss it now, then” Bucky smiles and pecks Dot’s lips which made Rebecca rolls her eyes, “Something wrong becca?” Dot’s ask with annoying tone, “Nothing is wrong Dolores” Rebecca answers curtly, besides everyone in the house, Rebecca hates the idea of Dot marrying her brother, she hates her bitchy personality, she hates the way Dot’s talking about money and her dream fancy life, she knows that this girl only brings trouble to her brother’s life but sadly, no one sees that. Everyone is busy talking about the wedding, listening to Dot rambling about her dream wedding, her dream dress, only listening to Dot’s voice makes Rebecca wants to throw up.

           Finally the dinner ends and everyone is waving goodbye, tonight Bucky is staying at his house and not coming back to his apartment. That night Bucky can’t sleep thinking about this marriage thing, he wants to built a family with Dot he didn’t expect to marrying Dot this fast, three months from they’re going to have their wedding. Bucky walks around the house and found Rebecca’s light is still on, so knocks the door and coming in, “Hey becca, you’re not sleeping yet?” , “Nope, I’m still working on my paper… sometimes the teacher didn’t really care that we’re actually have another life besides school” Bucky chuckles at his sister, “So… I’m not hearing any of your ideas when we’re discussing about the wedding, something’s wrong pumpkin?” Bucky asks, “Nope, just not interest” , “Why is that?” Becca just shrugged her shoulder, “what do you think about having Dot as your sister-in-law?” Bucky is now laying besides her lil sister, “Never thinking about it actually” , “Do you like her, Becca?” , “You want me to be honest, or not, James?” , “Ofcourse I want you to be honest” , “I’m sorry, I never like her, ever” , “Why is that?” Bucky asks curiously, “If I tell my point of view about Dot now, it won’t change a thing between you and her, I just hope that you’ll not so blind to see the real her, Buck. But if she makes you happy, I’m happy for you” Becca kisses her brother’s cheek, “Being the protective sister as you are, huh?” Becca just chuckles, “Anyway, are you free tomorrow or do you have any cases to win?” Becca asks, “Nope, I’m good tomorrow” , “No date with Dot?” , “Nope, I wanna spend time with you” , “Can you do me a favor?” , “what is it, pumpkin?” , “yesterday, me and dad bought this painting from the art exhibit for mom’s birthday tomorrow, you know how much she loves collect some paints, can you pick up the paintings tomorrow?” , “Why don’t the artist send it here?” , “She can’t because this week is her week of tests, she is a student in University of California, so she said I can take the painting at her store tomorrow. This is the address, her name is (Y/N) she isn’t famous, I know but believe me her paintings are breathtaking” , “alright, I’ll pick it up and after that I’ll pick you up after school and we can go get your favorite ice-cream” hearing the idea spending time with her busy brother and eat her favorite ice-cream makes Becca lunged and hugs her brother tightly, “I love you so much!!” , “Easy there pumpkin” Bucky chuckles, and once she let go Bucky kiss her forehead and waved goodnight to her little sister. Bucky keep glancing to the bussiness card and it’s written the name of the artist, her name is (Y/N), how come a not famous artist and not to mention she’s still taking art classes, catches Rebecca’s attention while Bucky knows her sister only adores famous artists with awesome paintings.

Tags: @ficbucket @sergeant-angel

When You Had the Chance

pairing ; alexander x reader

summary ; You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.

words ; 1208

warnings ; ANGST. there’s no happy ending, so slightly more angst.

note ; i’m so sorry.


It seemed like he always had somewhere to go, something else to do. Frankly, it was becoming aggravating. Why did he always have something else to do? Why did he always have somewhere else to be?

It didn’t matter that he was some important politician, it didn’t matter that he had a job to do. What mattered was your marriage. In the beginning, it was like Heaven on Earth, pure bliss. Nights staying in your house, mornings drinking tea and talking about your lives, small kisses shared here and there, sleeping to-goddamn-gether.

And then he was offered a job, and suddenly everything is more important than you, than your children, than anything he could come up with. He always had bills to finish writing, he was constantly talking gibberish about getting some plan through, all the while he’s ignoring his family and friends.

In short, the Alexander Hamilton you met was not the Alexander Hamilton you saw now.

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An excuse to give a certain Jedi all the hugs

Ok, this is entirely @forcearama ’s fault - her recaps not only got me into TCW, but gave me all sorts of Kenobi feels. I’m not completely happy with this, but It’s been hanging around on my drive unfinished for long enough, so here, have a silly Mortis AU created purely to ensure Obi-Wan gets a well deserved hug.

Outside the thunder roars, a cacophony of light and noise as the planet tears itself apart in an orgy of chaos and destruction. Inside the cave however it is quiet, the silence only broken by the  crackling of the fire and occasional rustle of clothing as Ahsoka shifts in her sleep. Obi-Wan should be sleeping too. Who knows what new impossibility Mortis will throw at them in the morning?  But rest eludes him. The visions have left him unsettled, his mind turning itself over and over in an attempt to make sense of it all. Ahsoka had refused to speak of what she had seen, but if it was anything like his own experience… ( “you must realise with his power this is a very dangerous place to be” says a ghost ) 

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Ok, here is the THIRD part to what I originally intended to be a drabble. Plot bunny run amuck is what this is!! This part is 2080 word (bringing the entire piece to 6300 and change). This is my first AU (slight AU, but still here goes my “screwing with canon” rule). I will blame it on @callieskye @jenn582 and @azaleablueme

Part I: Restless

Part II: Rested

Part III:

“Come on Lavender, you know it’s for the best. You were just telling me that he hadn’t even snogged you since he was poisoned.”

 “That’s not the point, not the point at all Pavarti!”

“Then explain the point. Because despite the shite you talk in front of our roommate, your “relationship” with Ron has never been that great.”

“That’s not true! He was the love of my life!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, neither of you ever used that word. The boy never even got you a gift, and in all these months he hasn’t even tried to take your clothes off.”

 “That’s just because he’s a gentleman!”

 “Get off it! What is really going on here?”

 Hermione flattened herself against the wall outside her shared room. The guilt for eavesdropping was no match for the euphoria brought about by the content of the conversation. She had purposely waited to return to her room that night suspecting that the recent break up would make things impossibly more awkward. For a brief moment she considered going in and adding her own thoughts, but she decided that gloating was not appropriate. Not that it wouldn’t be satisfying. In light of this new information she decided to return to the common room; suddenly she felt anything but tired.


 Ron lay in his four poster thinking about recent events, and while he felt lighter than he had in months, he was still anxious about what came next. Part of him felt hopeful; it was a tiny flame that had been ignited when he woke up after his poisoning to find Hermione watching over him. In the weeks that followed, he had stoked that fire with every little scrap: shy glances, lingering touches, soft words. All the while he tried to extricate himself from the mess that he had made with Lavender. He still couldn’t quite believe that it was over. If I had only known that all it would take was seeing Hermione come out of my room then I would’ve done that weeks ago!

He half chuckled at the thought, but then shivered slightly when he thought of Lavender’s anger. It was a little terrifying. Not sexy like Hermione when she gets mad…her hair all wild…her eyes flashing…her mouth slightly open…her chest heaving. Before Ron could get caught up in an elaborate fantasy, he had a horrible thought, one that caused him to bolt upright in his bed. Bloody hell! Hermione had to go up there alone tonight!

Now he knew for a fact that Hermione could take care of herself, her punching Draco Malfoy in the face was still one of the greatest moments of his life, but he was still worried. After all he had put her through it hardly seemed fair that he should be able to sleep peacefully while she had to face the aftermath on her own. Realizing that he could not go up the girls’ staircase, he decided to do the next best thing and go down to the common room. At least he could be closer to her just in case.


 For a few moments he thought the perhaps he had in fact drifted off to sleep because the sight of her sitting on the sofa, reading in the dim light, was too good not to be a dream. When she looked up and noticed him, the smile she gave him quite literally took his breath.

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anonymous asked:

The lazy bones, walking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to see their S/O singing along to bubbly music or musicals and baking. When questioned, after a long pause they tell the skelebro they couldn't sleep. How do they react? -K

[ By “the lazy bones”, I’m going to assume you mean UT! Sans, US! Paps, UF! Sans and SF! Paps xD Anddd apparently DT! Sans xD Alrighty then, here we go :3 ] 

UT! Sans: After a while of having your warmth near him as he’s fallen asleep, he’s not that surprised to have woken up at midnight without you by his side, though he definitely wants to go back to sleep - which he would’ve tried to do if it wasn’t for hearing light singing from downstairs. He blinks a few times, before crawling his way out of bed slowly and padding down the stairs, eyes lowered as he’s clearly half asleep, and making his way to the brightly lit up kitchen, squinting from the sudden brightness. “Babe, what are you doing…?” he asks, surprising you halfway through taking out your lemon meringue pie, stopping in your song as you whip around to look at him. “O-Oh, um… I… I couldn’t sleep,” you decide to say, not really feeling up for lying right now as you slide the pie into the bench. “…Would you like some pie?” Sans stares ahead in tired disbelief, before letting out a sigh, smiling sadly. “Well… wouldn’t want to let it go to waste, but… you know if you couldn’t sleep, you could’ve just told me? It’s alright, you know. I get too much sleep for my own good, anyways,” Sans says, sounding a little more awake then before, at least. He makes his way forward and helps you to cut up the pie, and for another twenty minutes or so you stay up lightly chatting and eating. Honestly, he wouldn’t have ever turned up anything you make, and for so early in the morning, it’s pretty good. After you’re done, he forces you back up to bed and does whatever he can to get you to sleep – whether it means humming or stroking your hair and won’t stop until you drift off calmly to sleep. He’ll probably sleep in for a bit longer this morning though, but chances are you’ll probably do the same unless you’re an early riser. He’s most likely going to try and keep you in bed, however.

US! Paps: He’s up the moment you’re awake and crawling out of the bed, and although he’s tired, he waits for a bit to see if maybe you’re just heading to the bathroom, but after it’s been a while he can’t help but pull back the blanket and make his way downstairs to see what’s going on. He’s not that surprised, really – some nights Carrot has trouble getting to sleep too so at least he understands. He doesn’t know why, but as he makes his way up to you, he doesn’t ask. “What’s that you’re making?” he asks, lightly startling you as you turn around, before letting out a breath. “Oh, um… got a little bit restless, so thought I could pass the time with brownies, heh,” you reply, knowing all too well your boyfriend knows what’s up. It’s obvious. You stare ahead in silence for a bit, before turning to him and speaking up. “Sorry if I woke you up…” Carrot blinks, before shaking his head with a smile. “No worries, honey. It’s fine,” he says, “though I think we better work on getting back to bed, eh? If ya still can’t sleep, ya just need to ask, okay? I’m here to help after all.” You lower your eyes, but nod your head slowly. “Yeah, okay…” you reply, before reaching out for one of the brownies and holding it out to Carrot. “But first…” Carrot chuckles, shaking his head a bit, but nonetheless leans forward and takes a bite with his hands still resting comfortably by his side. “Mmm, tastes good honey,” he compliments and you blush a little, before taking the entire plate and holding it out. “Would you… like some more?” Carrot can’t help but laugh, and, well, let’s just say it takes a fair bit longer than he expected to get back to bed

UF! Sans: He was rather worriedly woken from his sleep when he finds out that you’re not next to him, and doesn’t take long to quickly scramble out of bed and race down the stairs, kind of stumbling a bit but none the less, he makes it down safely and- …what? What is all this??? What?? He stares ahead for a bit as you stare back at him somewhat blankly, before he lowers his eyelids disapprovingly. “Alright, what ya up now for?” he asks, placing a hand on his hip. You lower your eyes to the ground as you slide off the oven mitts you’d just used to take out the tray of biscuits. “Just… couldn’t get to sleep, so…” And now Red looks a little bad. He looks a bit relieved for a bit, before letting out a breath and dragging a hand over his skull as if dragging it through the hair he doesn’t have. “Yeah… yeah, I get the feeling,” he says, making his way over and holding you from behind as he looks over at the treats. “Hey, those look pretty good…” he compliments, kind of just staring at him, and you blink and let out a small giggle. “Do you want some?” Red jumps lightly, blushing as he looks up to you. “I didn’t- …I mean, yeah… yeah, sure,” he mumbles slightly, and the two of you make your way over chatting and eating until eventually both of you feel tired and head off to bed at like three in the morning. At least ya had fine. Probably won’t be rising early this morning, though.

SF! Paps: Definitely the most anxious out of all of the skeletons, he’s up and awake the moment he reaches over and can’t feel you in the bed next to him. He quickly pushes off the sheets and races downstairs only to- oh, thank god. He’s relieved at first as you turn to look at him, before coming to the realisation. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I worry you? I’m fine, just… couldn’t really get to sleep.” Oh, well, that was a reason, he supposed… “Hey, it’s okay. I worry a little too much, ain’t you fault…” he says, hands on his hips as he makes his way up behind you. “Oh, well, I know your world used to be… not so good, so I should’ve known… it’s not your fault either,” you say, looking over to the oven as the timer lightly rang off, and with a small smile you bend down to pull out the tray of muffins. “Heh, what a way to pass the time,” Slim says, looking towards the clock. “Think you can get back to sleep now, or-“ Silence fell, except for the sound of your stomach lightly grumbling, and he lets out a chuckle, and you smile nervously. “Heheh, well, probably was a little hungry…” Slim smiles in return, reaching a hand over to the top of your head as he strokes it once. “Alright, muffins at two in the morning it is.” At some point you end up falling asleep on the table from exhaustion and he ends up carrying you back to bed. Neither of you got up very early in the morning that day.

DT! Sans: After being woken half way through a very good dream if you catch his drift, he rolls over to reach out for you, and feeling the bed empty, he’s already wide awake. “Uh… (s/o)?” he questions, crawling out of the bed in an exaggerated movement as he slides off onto the floor, before making his way out and hearing the slight sound of singing from downstairs. He smirks a little and lightly rolls his eyes, and slowly makes his way down, keeping his steps light (which is fairly easy for him being a dancer), before slowly sliding in next to you as you focus on icing the batch of cupcakes, with a grin on his face as you haven’t noticed him yet. “Watcha doing, babe?” he says fairly quickly, and you can’t help but jump, turning to face him and squirting a bunch of icing out of the piping bag straight into his face. DT! Sans blinks, before letting out a laugh and wiping some of the icing off his face. “Mm, chocolate. Tastes good,” he says, before tilting his head a bit to the side. “Seriously though, it’s like, one in the morning. Watcha up to?” As you reach out and hand him a cloth in silence, you turn back to the cupcakes. “Couldn’t get to sleep…” You admit, staring ahead as you continue to focus on icing the goods. “That’s a shame,” DT! Sans says as he leans on the bench. “Sucks, eh?” he adds, and you look at him with a bit of surprise, before slowly nodding your head. “Honestly don’t know why you didn’t just say something, but hey, I get it. Burning the midnight oil is whatever it is they say,” he says, looking to you. “That’s, um, working late in the night… I wouldn’t really call this work, just… I don’t know…” DT! Sans shrugs lightly with a smile. “Well, hey, if you wanna get back ta sleep, ya just say so okay? Though, don’t try and keep yourself up too late if you’ve got anything on tomorrow,” he says, before looking towards the cupcakes. “…You’re perfectly welcome to eat those, however,” he adds with a cheeky grin, and you roll your eyes a little. “Yeah, okay… cupcakes first,” you say, lifting the tray over to the table as he follows behind you. Probably won’t help you get to sleep, but… well, it’s not often you get the chance to have midnight snacks, let alone cupcakes.

First Day of School (Jin)

So now it is time for the next series!! My week is gonna be busier than normal bc I have a test in a couple days so I wanted this week’s series to be something I could write easily bc some series take more time to write but father!BTS is always something that I find easy to write bc it’s so super cute to me so without further ado, to start us off as he always does is the amazingly talented first half of Jinkook, one of seven princes, the tiny sweetheart who’s not actually tiny at all like his shoulders are so broad and he’s so tall but he’s tiny to me bc he’s cute and precious and I wanna wrap him up in a blanket and give him ice cream, Kim Seokjin aka Jin

  • All of the father related posts are here
  • For everyone that hasn’t read the original father!Jin post, he has one daughter aka the mini Jin in a female form
  • She’s got those cute lil chubby cheeks (hi I love chubby cheeks so fucking much especiaLLY ON BBYS) and those bby lips and the warm brown eyes so she’s just a walking teeny tiny Jin with pigtails and a Mario plushy that’s bigger than she is
  • I also have this head canon that she’s just really tiny especially next to Jin bc how cute is that tol and smol who are forever holding each other’s hands and hugging and giving each other’s cheeks lots of kisses
  • Lil bub is s o excited for her first day of school, she’s got her backpack set a week before the first day, she’s got her outfit picked out, she knows what hair style she wants she’s just so excited 
  • Jin’s a lil sad bc his bby his angel she’s growing up so quickly but he’s also beyond proud of her bc hell yeah what an awesome kid high five Jin
  • Mornings with them are normally pretty calm
  • He wakes her up by rubbing her shoulder or sometimes carrying her downstairs bc no matter how old she gets, you can bet that he’s gonna carry her around like a princess bc she IS one he will fight anyone that says differently
  • They a l w a y s make breakfast together, this one time she’s feeling really sick so he makes her something to eat while she’s asleep bc she needs sleep to heal up but she gets so sad when she finds out he cooked without her and her eyes got all watery so he’s never left her out of the breakfast making ever since
  • Even if it’s just cereal, he’s gotta let her pour it into the bowls which turns into him catching all of the cereal that doesn’t make it into the bowl
  • You always come down to the kitchen to see Jin holding her with one arm and stirring around whatever he’s cooking with his free hand and she’s got a lil juice box and she just looks so content 
  • They chat about their dreams from the previous night and he keeps sneaking her bites of the food especially if he’s doing something with fruit bc that’s instant food just cut it up and go so she gets lots of snacks whenever he makes blueberry pancakes or banana bread or anything like that, those are her favorite to make
  • But on that first day of school, she’s wa y to pumped up to be able to sit still so he lets her run around the kitchen for a bit to burn some of that energy off and he’s just smiling to himself bc she’s a playful kid but she’s never been t hi s hyped up
  • He films her for a few seconds and the entire time he’s giggling bc she stops mid-run and hugs the dog and starts cooing at it before running back over to Jin with that adorably excited grin
  • Jin helps her get ready bc he wants to be there for her first day so you let him handle most of it and just sit with them and help out if they need it but you’re also more than glad to let him do it bc it’s always so precious to see how gentle he is with her and the look of complete and utter adoration in his eyes whenever he looks at her
  • He braids her hair for her bc he didn’t spend the entire pregnancy learning how to braid and trying to force a very displeased Jungkook to sit still long enough to use him as his model for nothing
  • At this point, he knows more braids than he ever thought he would but he’s okay with that bc his princess l o v es braids they’re her favorite hair style
  • Her first outfit is this super pink dress that come with matching pastel pink tights that have polka dots all over them and she goes for some flats that have all the sparkles 
  • She picks her entire outfit even though Jin offered to help her out and he’s just :D as she’s looking through her clothes and she gets this really serious look on her face where she’s got a bit of a pout going on and her brow furrows bc she’s concentrated and Jin has to hold back from smothering her in kisses bc she’s just too precious
  • Her lil backpack is a Peach bag of course bc she’s been around Mario her whole life and lo ves playing it with Jin but her lunchbox is a Dragon Tales lunchbox
  • Her lil feet are swinging the entire car ride to the school and she keeps telling the both of you how excited she is and that she knows she’ll make lots of friends
  • Also quick head canon bc my Namjin heart but she and Namjoon’s daughter are around the same age (joon’s bby is a few months younger) so they’re in the same grade and are each other’s best friends all throughout their lives
  • Saying goodbye is definitely the hardest part, Jin knows that it’s only a few hours but he’s never not been able to be around her, he’s had to work of course but he’s always known that if he wanted to see her, he could just go home or call you and ask to speak to her, he can’t do that with school
  • He hugs her really tightly and he’s gotta hold some tears back and he gives her so many kisses and keeps telling her how much he loves her, if you didn’t know Jin, you would literally think she was going away for a month but he’s just really proud and a bit sad but mainly happy 
  • Bby Kim is already there so the second lil bub goes in, she has her best friend there so Jin knows she won’t be alone on her first day and he waves at her every time she turns around to see if he’s still there
  • “Have fun, princess!! I love you!!! …hey no, don’t walk away yet you gotta say it back first”
  • “Let’s go, Jin, before you get into trouble for running into a classroom”
  • He sighs really loudly and starts to drag his feet to the exit all mopey bc she didn’t hear him say ily bc she was too busy being greeted by the other kids
  • But then he hears tiny feet running towards him and he feels her cheek squish against his leg and her tiny arms are hugging his legs bc that’s all she can reach
  • “I love you too!!”
Ten years, One day, Four hours and Seven Minutes.

Paring: Loki/Reader

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Slight Violence, Not too much violence to be tagged, just a flesh wound, Brief moment of medical procedure, Loki is stubborn, Awesome Frigga

Summary:   A young maid comes at the wrong end of Loki’s wrath after an unimpressive royal family dinner. Folly entails.

Word Count:  2,494

Posting Date:  2016-05-19

Current Date: 2017-05-08

Originally posted by thoriolanus

You had served the royal family of Asgard for nine years, seven months, twenty seven days, eight hours and thirteen minutes of your life. It had begun as a bargain for your life - either be taken by raiders, forced to do who knows what to who knows who, or be relinquished by Odin to serve his family. And so you did. You wore your woollen maid’s dress with as much honour as a common woman could, and did your best at your job.

It so happened, that nine years, seven months, twenty seven days, four hours and eleven minutes ago, you’d been assigned to be Prince Loki’s personal chambermaid, and, you’d done what his brother joked often about at the table.

It was nine years, seven months, twenty seven days, four hours and eleven minutes ago that you’d found yourself completely and honestly…in love with him.

Love was often confused with lust, or blind devotion when it came to young women watching men from afar. They see bodily traits and love them. They see personality quirks and love them. They see charm and money and love them. Maybe that was you, at first, but it certainly was more than that.

Like, now.

The door slams to open, a loud crack! sounding in the the room. His eyes are wild, as if he’s searching for blood to spill, and has come for an alternative method of release. You’ve known Prince Loki from the shadows for a large portion of your life.

You can’t both love him and be afraid of him.

Yet you are.

You stand still.

Loki’s dinner had gone the same way as the food did; it had started off lovely, then it all went to shi- how did Thor become the golden child of their family? He remembered a time when the two of them had been equals, but more and more, Loki feels Odin’s distain for being a magic-user, a book-reader, a useless son in battle.

Dinner was horrid. And so he let out steam.

His mind was racing, his pulse aching, his words lost to him as he let out a roar that was so ungodly, it could be heard all over the land.

Loki slammed the door closed, and began methodically tossing things everywhere. A chorus of crashes and shatters filled his ears of things he’d collected over the years. Loki’s boots crunched over the splintered china and pottery. He felt immortal, then, truly. Like a young god who could do whatever he pleased.

He could be better than Thor.

One intact vase on the bedside table - a hideous orange tone with orange flowers -caught his eye, and he flung it into the wall over the other side of the room.

Loki wasn’t aware of the girl standing there, and watched in stilled horror as she threw herself to the floor, the vase hitting where her head had been.

Loki’s breath caught in his chest.

He knew this girl. Not her name, because they’d never directly crossed paths, but her face. Her kind (s/c) face and her deep (e/c) eyes which he’d once or twice spelled himself to be invisible on slow days to watch work. She had been his servant for almost ten years, and for that long a time, he couldn’t help but admit that he’d fallen a little in love with her.

“I’m a monster,” Loki woke from his fit of anger, numb. He saw all the destruction he’d caused, all the lovely trinkets in his room, destroyed. He’d never done that before. “Oh no,” he muttered, treading toward you.

He met your eyes. All that had been cut was a sliver under your cheekbone, and the trickle of blood shocked him. He’d never seen a servant, or even a resident of the palace bleed.

“I’m so very sorry, please forgive me -,” he began.

You leapt to your feet, head swimming with white noise. He’s apologising, he’s a prince, he’s the prince, he’s Prince Loki and he’s apologising for his own act. No. It was your fault you were in the way. Not his. Not his.

“My lord,” you speak your first words to him, heart racing not only from the fact you’re speaking to him, but that the blood from your cheek keeps you alert and you can’t believe this is how you finally talk. “S'not your place to apologise - it’s it is my fault I am injured, I was slow today with my chores.”

You look to the wall that is half scrubbed, and now half re-dirtied with the water of the vase, and inwardly sigh. You can’t look at him. Not now. He’s a caged animal, a beast you find at a zoo to ogle at, and you’re a mouse.

“Little bird, I hurt you, it was I; my fault alone.” Loki goes to cradle your face. “Let me help-,”

You back away from his touch. No. No. He’s your master. You’re the servant, scum of the palace to clean the actual scum and be silent and invisible. It was a dream to work for him, but you should have known; every dreamer must wake.

“My lord, I must go,” you cry, his touch stinging your wounded cheekbone, and leaving your pail and brush, you flee.

It had been nine years, seven months, twenty seven days, eight hours and thirty three minutes since you began working for Prince Loki. Maybe that was too long.

The next day, Loki woke to all the damage he’d caused to be cleaned up, the wall mopped and rescrubbed, the pail his (h/c) haired chambermaid had left gone. His room was perfect; there wasn’t a trace of what he’d done in there at all. Except for his heartbeat, which worsened his pain. He was blinded in his anger from what couldn’t be helped and hurt those around him.

Loki rose and went about his daily duties as a prince - giving his stiff smile at functions, watching the entrance to the servant’s quarters to see if he could find his (e/c) eyed maid…reading to forget what he’d done, and then walking a bout in the garden with his mother, Queen Frigga.

“I suppose you miss her, isn’t that the trouble with you today, Loki?” The Queen pondered, producing a small pair of secateurs to trim her garden.

Loki couldn’t look at his mother. He couldn’t look anywhere.

“I also suppose you’re wondering how I know what’s happened? And that I know what exactly took place last night after dinner to your maid.” The Queen continued, her smile sad. “I’ve moved her to a more quiet part of the palace, Loki. Somewhere where she won’t be hit by vases and subjected to fits of rage.”

Loki bit his lip. “I was so infuriated, I -,”

The Queen pocketed her garden tools, and turned to her younger son, her joy and pride she wasn’t so prideful and joyful for for this act he had done. “Tell me everything that happened, and I’m sure we shall work out how never to allow this sort of thing to happen again.”

Nine years, seven months, twenty seven days, eight hours and thirty nine minutes, and you were assigned to work as an assistant cleaner for the royal medical wing. It was a stressful job, being around Asgardians in so much pain, around Healers who never lost hope in a patient, but you found a sort of serenity in it. A calm in a storm. You cleaned the marks and messes the floor would have spilt, remove taints from the bed sheets. You even shadowed the Healer Eir as she worked.

It had been now nine years, eight months, nineteen days, eleven hours and fifty five minutes, and you had somehow become more than a chambermaid; more than what you had been for so long and forged a part of your identity in. You now worked alongside the Lady Eir, still learning the ways of healing Asgardian wounds, but helping clean and heal the afflictions that came. Lady Eir was certain you would become a great healer one day.

You only hoped you could one day heal your broken heart.

Nine years, nine months, thirty one days, two hours and fourteen minutes. There was tell of battle arising around the palace, after Prince Thor’s coronation was interrupted by an invasion of the Frost Giants from Jotenheim. From a patient you tended to, you heard that Prince Thor and Loki were in the foreign land themselves, gone to fight for Asgard. You shouldn’t have felt that tug in your chest. Prince Loki was a man grown, and he chose to do with his life as much as a prince could.

Ten years, one day, four hours and seven minutes.

You stand in the Healer’s wing, slowly wrapping a man’s wrist after an ill-thought out twist to it in mock battle. You have forgotten to keep count of how long you’ve worked for the royal family, because it’s not a tally of a sentence anymore. You’ve found peace in this place, you found something you are valued for, as a person. No longer are you called ‘maid’ or 'girl’ or a variation of bad names for unfaithful women, but your own. You are Lady _______, Healer.

“Lady ________, Prince Loki needs tending to! He’s injured from the battle of Jotenheim!” A healer in training, Terra, calls to you. You hear panic in her voice.

Before you can respond, Loki is brought in by two of Thor’s friends, Hogun and Fandrall. Loki’s face is paler than his normal ivory, and limp. There’s a gash on his side that seems to have taken upon itself to recolour his emerald robes red.

“Terra, prepare a bed. I need the healing slab cleared and ready for use,” you tell your healing staff. “Where is Lady Eir?” You ask Terra, who has made a bed.

“I am unsure, m'lady,” Terra stammers.

“Find her, please.” You tell her, and turning to the rest of your fleet, say, “I need his armour taken off!”

Loki becomes lucid, falling in and out of sleep like a babe with an inflicting tooth. He’s in pain, so much pain, but he doesn’t want Lady Eir and her healers to see him like this.

“I need his armour taken off!” He hears. He can’t put a finger to it, but that voice…he’s heard it before. Somewhere.

His heart beats a little quicker. He holds on.

“Yes m'lady,” a chorus of healers follow her words.

Loki feels a bout of pain course his veins, sway his mind into following into a stupor of sleep. He nearly does, it hurts so much. He can barely feel the armour from the battle slide off. But he hears one thing.

“Stay with me, my prince. Please,” he hears a whisper.

Feels a kiss upon his brow.

His eyes flicker open. Has he died? Has he passed onto Hel and met with the one person he believed never to see until the end of his life? Loki doesn’t believe any other possibility that could have him face to face with you, the maid he loved, the maid he hurt, the maid he regretted losing for months and months.


“How?” He whispers. He isn’t sure if he’s asking how he’s died, or how to stay with her. But she knows.

Loki’s vision begins to tunnel, his gaze focused on his maid, his girl. His biggest regret. “Be strong,” you murmur, hands working deftly on his chest. “Drink this,” you add, lifting the milk of poppy to his lips. “I know you can.”

It all fades to black, and Loki accepts it. He can die in peace. He’s seen you again.

“I see you’ve been busy.”

You sit straighter. For hours, you worked on Prince Loki, cleansing his wounds, working around the clock to pause the bleeding, changing the bandages…sewing. And now, its nearly daybreak, and you’re still by his bedside.

For…other reasons.

“My lady Eir,” you rise quickly, stumbling over the hem of your skirt, awkwardly. “I am so sorry, yes. Prince Loki is going to live.”

She smiles. “So I’ve told his parents,” she comments, moving to you. “And, according to the Queen, I’ve found the reason for your devoted application to your healing last night.” She smirks.

“Lady Eir, it is not what you -,”

She waves her hand. “The fact you are in love with the Prince is your ailment I cannot cure. Though, what you did was the most apt display I’ve seen a student of mine perform.” You’re speechless. For your months working for Lady Eir, you’ve not heard such praises from her, “Lady ________, I am not saying your love for the prince has made you better. I am saying you are better…though I do not dare say than me.”

“Thank you, my lady,” You curtsy, a little wobbly still from your fatigue. You can’t find yourself to sleep, yet you’re dead on your feet.

“Now, sleep, _________,” she ushers you to the bed beside Prince Loki, and unable to do a thing but comply, you curl up. “He will be here when you wake.”

Loki’s eyes feel heavy when he wakes. It takes a moment for him to remember, and when he does, his heart races. He was dying. Did he die? He saw his old chambermaid, the maid he didn’t know the name of yet. A kiss…

The prince is a smart man. Intelligent beyond comparison to any scholar in the castle, and he soon works out he’s in the healer’s wing of the castle.

“My prince?”

His heart misses a beat.

His head turns.

It’s her.

She looks so tired, weary beyond anything he’s seen in his life; her bright (e/c) eyes seem to be carrying baggage, her (h/c) locks limp. But Loki can’t see you and see someone who looks like they’ve seen Death. He sees utter beauty in your features.

“My name is ________ ________, and I was your maid for many years,” she introduces, her hand moving slowly toward his bed. “Since leaving your quarters, I’ve become a healer…”

“___________,” Loki tries out, your name soft on his pallet.

“I know you are a prince and I am only a common healer, but it’s been slowly poisoning me for years keeping this out of me…” He listens in rapture. He can’t get enough of your voice. “For the last ten years, a day, four hours and seven minutes, I’ve been completely and honestly in love with you. And I know you’ll marry someone worthy, someone of a position of power -,”

“________,” Loki interrupts, reaching over the side of his bed. His hand is weak, but it finds yours, and together, your hand warms his. “You have forgotten to think of the possibility that I could - and do - love you.”

He feels your pulse race in your hand. “And I you, Loki.”

Guardian Angel

Summary: Mickey is Ian’s guardian angel.

Word Count: 959

Notes: i would like to suggest never doing a half marathon to all of you, i’ve done four as of today. each time i realize it sucks

Ever since Ian was a kid, he’s had dreams of a certain boy. This boy was beautiful with jet black hair, glistening blue eyes, and the words “FUCK U-UP” tattooed across his fingers. He was short, but his muscular stature made up for it. His name was Mickey, and Ian had absolutely no doubt that this was his guardian angel.

Whenever something bad would happen or when Ian was upset, there Mickey was. He sort of had a funny way of showing guidance and care,

with his fake insults and unlimited amount of cursing, but to Ian, it was the only way that worked. No one in the real world could build him up the way his guardian angel does.

* * *

The first real test that Mickey was faced with was when Ian realized he was gay. Ian had always known that he had absolutely no interest in girls, but once he realized he had the hots for a boy in his class, he was fucking scared.

As usual, Mickey came to him in a dream. In this dream, Ian was sitting on his bed, and then Mickey appeared. He had a cigarette between his lips. “Hey, Gallagher.”

“Hey,” Ian replied with a bashful tone.

“What the fuck’s botherin’ you?” Mickey playfully shoved the redhead.

Ian let a big huff of breath. After starting to rapidly tap his feet is when he spoke. “I, uh, I think I’m gay,” he admitted quietly. As soon as he finished speaking he instinctively looked around to check his boundaries— it was dream though, no one was there.

Mickey nodded and sat next to him. “You’re definitely fucking gay,” he said with a bit of humor in his voice, causing Ian’s head to snap up and look at him.

“I’ll get killed in this town. Being a fag isn’t nothing to be proud of, Mick.” Ian shook his head. He was clearly troubled by all of this.

The guardian angel took a drag of his cigarette and then handed it over to the redhead. “Being straight ain’t nothing to be proud of either if you think about it,” he shrugged. “I think all that discrimination shit, or whatever it is, is stupid.”

“Obviously you’re going to think that, Mickey. You’re my fucking guardian angel,” Ian shrugged.

Mickey quirked an eyebrow. “Who said I’m your guardian angel?”

“You,” Ian shrugged and laid back on the bed.

“Well then listen to me. The Southside is a fucking shitty place. You know damn well that there’s people here that are will to beat the shit out of you just for the fun of it, but you should never be ashamed of yourself. You are who you are for a fucking reason, Ian, be proud of it.” Mickey then cupped the back of Ian’s neck with his hand. “Everything always works out, doesn’t it?”

Ian looked at the beautiful black haired angel. He smiled, Mickey always knew what to say. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks a lot, Mick.”

Mickey nodded. “One last thing before I fuck outta here,” he stood. “If anyone finds out and gives you shit, beat the shit out of them,” he winked and then disappeared, causing the dream to end. Thankfully Ian always remember what he had been told— he couldn’t be more gracious.

* * *

The next time that Mickey’s guidance skills were put to the test was when Ian found out about his bipolar disorder. This wasn’t like the usual gigs where he’d have to get Ian out of sad or lonely thoughts, this was real shit.

It had been hard for Ian to sleep with so much on his mind— so much that it caused him to physically shake until he finally drifted off. Luckily, a much needed guardian angel was waiting for him. “What’s up?” Mickey said as if he didn’t have a clue.

“Don’t fucking ask me when you already know,” Ian shrugged and turned his eye sight away from him.

“Ian,” Mickey grabbed his face. “Don’t be a bitch,” he gave a comforting smile, and moved closer to the boy.

Ian let out a frustrated groan. “Fucking Monica.I’m going to be fucking Monica. get ready for Hurricane Ian any time now!”

Mickey shook his head. “You aren’t your mother,” he said blatantly. His voice held an undeniable truth— it made it hard for Ian to roll his eyes at it.

With tears welling in his eyes, Ian’s bottom lip started to tremble. “I’d really like for you to explain how I’m not like her.”

Mickey smirked because he could definitely do that. “Do you love your family?”

Ian’s eyes widened. “Of course I love my family.”

“Would you ever do anything to hurt them? Or would you do what ever you could to prevent that?” Mickey crossed his arms, already knowing the answer

“I would do whatever the fuck I could to prevent that. I’d never intentionally hurt them,” he spoke honestly. He then noticed what Mickey was doing— showing him that he has a different mindset than his mother.

Mickey grinned as he saw puzzle pieces coming together in Ian’s mind. “You see?” Ian nodded. “To do that though, you need to take the fucking pills, Ian.”

Once again, Ian nodded. “They fucking suck.”

“I know that. It’s gonna be hard, but you’ll adjust. And you know I’ll be here whenever you need me,” Mickey looked Ian in the eyes.

Finally a smile creeped onto Ian’s face because  like always, Mickey was right. “Thank you.”

“I’m the best fucking guardian angel ever,” Mickey said with a joking cockiness. “I’ll see you around, asswipe,” he said sarcastically and then disappeared.

As Ian slept, that same faint smile was plastered against his lips. He got lucky to have such good guidance.

Rich Youth | Chapter 1

chapters: 12 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

featuring: reader + most of NCT will make an appearance at one point (if you guys like this enough for me to continue)

warnings: slight smut, language

word count: 2.8K

“Stop being so dramatic; I’ll be joining you in two weeks. My new step-bitch wants to take me shopping in Dubai so we can ‘bond’ but I know it’s just a massive excuse to convince my dad to give her his credit card so she can fulfil her gold-digging fantasies”, Hayi’s voice echoed through the loudspeaker of my phone as I finished packing my bags. I walked over to my bed, falling back onto it and turning my head so that I was facing the phone I had laid on my pillow.

“I’m sorry, Hayi. If it makes you feel any better, while you’re splashing the cash in Dubai, I’ll be suffering a slow and painful death at the country club. God knows why my dad and Jessica insist on spending all summer there when there are so many other places to visit and so many other things to do that don’t involve making forced conversation with a bunch of rich, sexist men, their trophy wives and their spoilt children!” I sulked. I lifted my head as I heard Hayi giggling on the other line.

“Did you just describe your own family, Y/N?” she laughed. As the realisation hit me, I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

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anonymous asked:

could you write something about Crutchie getting super bad nightmares but doesn't tell anyone and they get so bad he shops feeling safe at the lodge so one night he tries to sneak away but Jack catches him and is super worried and not even angry like Crutchie thought he would be if he was caught sneaking out. Finally Crutchie tell him what's wrong and then lots of snuggles and soft forehead kisses occur in comfort

Ooohhh, I really like this one. So, here goes.

A loud thump across the room jolts Crutchie out of his sleep. He lays there, for a moment, blankets bunched up between his legs, fingers grasping at the mattress beneath him, clinging to reality. His breaths continue to come as short gasps that he fought to keep as silent as humanly possible. Don’t wake anyone up. Don’t. Not here. If he woke them up, Crutchie isn’t sure how they would react.

If Crutchie had woken to a nightmare only a month earlier, he would have immediately turned to one of the other boys for help. He had trusted them to help him. But, he can’t. Not anymore.

The dream keeps coming back to him. Crutchie had thought he could distinguish reality from fiction, but now…

It always started the same: the strike. Everything was going well. They hadn’t backed down to the Delancey brothers. But, then the cops and strikebreakers showed up and what had started out strong and defiant faltered, before bowing, crumpling beneath the weight of defeat. The strike shifted and suddenly all was fearful chaos. Then, the Delanceys would start advancing towards Crutchie and he knew he needed to run and he tried, he tried, but then someone would push him into the Delancey’s arms and he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he fought and kicked and struggled.

Crutchie tried to catch a glimpse of who had pushed him, but each time he closed his eyes, it was a different face. Specs. Race. Mush. Buttons. Romeo. Finch. Jack. 

Jack. They had all betrayed him, but it was Jack’s betrayal that stung the most. Crutchie could never quite forget Jack’s words only a couple days before: Would I let you down? No way. And then his hands would shove roughly against Crutchie’s shoulders and he’d be captured by the Delancey brothers.

Crutchie hadn’t thought it was real, refused to believe that someone had actually pushed him towards the Delanceys. But, as the dreams continued, Crutchie was forced to admit that maybe, maybe, he was just now remembering correctly. His family has betrayed him and Crutchie just doesn’t feel safe around a group of boys that wouldn’t hesitate to leave him behind to take the fall.

Throughout the room, Crutchie can hear the other newsboys shifting in their sleep, snoring, mumbling. For a moment, he thinks that he can just fall back asleep and ignore the dream, ignore those awful implications. But, the room feels too suffocating and Crutchie isn’t sure that he can stay much longer. He can’t stand it. He has to leave and he has to leave now.

As quietly as he can manage, Crutchie slips his vest on over his night shirt and pulls his pants on. He ties his shoes, his fingers shaking. For years, these newsboys have been the only family in his life and now… Crutchie had never imagined that he would leave them, but he can’t stay among them. Who knows if something else will fall apart and they’ll leave him to take the punishment? Crutchie can’t handle another trip to a Refuge-esque boy’s home; he won’t make it. 

Which only leaves one option, really.

Taking one last quick glance around the room, Crutchie grabs his crutch and a small bag of his belongings and starts out of the room. He is extra careful with the clicking of the wooden crutch against the ground, moving as slowly and silently as possible. Once he is out of the room, he breathes out a soft sigh. He’s fine. He made it out. It’s just a short walk to the Lodging House door and then he’ll be free.

Except, Crutchie knows that he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. All he has are the newsboys. He knows that he can probably try finding a spot with newsies of a different borough, but Crutchie worries that Jack or the other Manhattan boys will find him if he stays so close by. Crutchie isn’t stupid and he knows just how angry Jack will be that Crutchie ran. Maybe he could scrounge up enough money to take a train far away? Not to Santa Fe. Crutchie could never go there. But, maybe there was some other small city he could call his own, find his own family, like Jack used to describe.

First things first, though, Crutchie knows that he needs to find somewhere to spend the night. There’s no way to make money in the shadows of the night. At least, no ways that are even remotely palatable to Crutchie.

He eases the Lodging House door closed and starts toward the street. Maybe he can find an alley that will protect him from the sharp winds that cut through the street. It will just be one night, and then he’ll be able to find somewhere more permanent. 

“Hey!” The call stiffens Crutchie’s shoulders immediately. No. No, he was supposed get away safely. No one was supposed to be up. Crutchie can feel his chest tightening. He can feel those hands on his shoulders, roughly shoving–

“Hey, Crutch, what are you doing?” Crutchie hesitates, before turning and facing Jack, who jumps down from the bottom rung of the fire escape. “It’s late, you should be sleeping,” Jack says, before truly looking at Crutchie. Slower, more careful, he asks, “Where are you going with your stuff?”

Crutchie shrugs. “Just taking a walk,” he tries, afraid that Jack will call his bluff.

He does. “With everything?”

“Look, Jack, I just need some fresh air. You can understand that.”

“Yeah, I do. You wanna come up to my roof?”

“Nah, I gotta clear my mind. Walk around a bit.”

“I’ll come with,” Jack offers.

Crutchie shakes his head much too quickly. “N-no, I’ll go by myself.”

Jack looks hurt and confused, and he doesn’t speak for a moment. When he does, his voice is shaking. “Are ya… Are ya running?”

 Crutchie glances at the ground, before meeting Jack’s eyes again. He had always had trouble lying to Jack. “Yes,” he whispers. “I gotta get outta this place.”

Jack’s shoulders deflate. “Can I ask why? Is it… Is it because of the Refuge?”

“I don’t know… Kinda,” Crutchie admits. “But it’s…” He doesn’t know how to tell Jack this. Jack will be mad. He’ll sputter indignantly that none of the Manhattan boys would ever do anything bad to Crutchie. He’ll mock Crutchie for even thinking such a thing. Or, worse, he’ll confirm the truth of Crutchie’s dreams.

“You can tell me, yeah?”

“I just… You remember the strike?” Crutchie asks, figuring that if he is running anyway, nothing harmful could possibly come from the truth. Jack nods slowly at Crutchie’s question. “Yeah, well, I keep dreaming–and, I’m scared it’s not a dream, that it’s real–but, I keep dreaming that one of you guys pushed me into the Delanceys and I-I can’t stay around people that are going to keep betraying me and I just gotta go somewhere where I can be safe.”

Crutchie lowers his eyes, unwilling to watch Jack’s reaction. As the silence stretches long and uncomfortable between the friends, Crutchie begins to back away. Jack’s hand shoots out, grabbing Crutchie’s arm, causing the younger boy to flinch. “No, sorry,” Jack apologizes, hastily withdrawing his hand. “I just… Don’t leave, okay? I… That ain’t what happened, Crutchie. I just want you to know that…” Jack falters, watching as Crutchie seems to deflate at his words. “W-what’s wrong?” He had thought that he was saying everything correctly.

“I just knew you’d defend those boys,” Crutchie whispers, his voice small with self-degradation.

This time, Jack doesn’t hesitate, pulling Crutchie into a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into Crutchie’s hair. “I’m so sorry, Crutch. If I’d’ve known… I didn’t mean for ya to be taken to the Refuge, you know. I’d’a made you stay home if I thought you’d’ve been in trouble. I swear,” he finishes, squeezing Crutchie tightly. Crutchie doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t try to break out of the hug, either. “And I know,” Jack continues, “that words can’t help all that much. Or at least they don’t feel like they do. But, you mean everything to me. Everything, Crutch. I can’t do this without you.” Jack pulls out of the hug, holding Crutchie slightly away from him so that he can look into the younger boy’s eyes. “So, if you’re going, then you just gotta wait a minute while I pack up my stuff so that I can come, too.”

“Why?” Crutchie asks.

Jack stammers out a soft, “I… I love ya, Crutch. And I can’t be without you.”

Crutchie glances to the ground once more, his fingers tightening anxiously around his crutch. “You… you would tell me if someone had… I mean, if someone did… If anyone pushed me? During the strike?” Crutchie bites his lip. “I just wanna know. I can’t stand not knowing if it’s real or not. I just need truth.”

“No one pushed ya,” Jack whispers. “And if I find out someone did, I’ll show them what it really feels like to be pushed ‘round.”

Crutchie cracks a hesitant smile. “Th-thanks, Jack. It means a lot.”

“You wanna go up to the roof?” Jack asks, unsure if Crutchie still intends to leave the Lodging House.

“If that’s okay…?”

“Of course, come on up.” Jack helps Crutchie up the fire escape and Crutchie carefully sets his bag of personal belongings down beside him. The younger boy lays down, stretching his bad leg out, barely suppressing a wince. “You okay?”

“Fine. Just tired.”

Jack nods. He lays beside Crutchie, where the younger boy is within arm’s reach. He doesn’t expect to sleep at all this night, and plans to stay awake and make sure his best friend doesn’t have to fight anymore nightmares. “Okay, good night, Crutch.”

Crutchie doesn’t immediately wish Jack a good night. Instead, he stares pensively at the stars above him. When he does speak up, his voice is timid. “Jack, earlier you said… Well, you said you loved me. What does that mean?”

“It means that you’re my best friend in the whole world,” Jack quickly replied, ignoring the blush that creeps, burning, to the tips of his ears. 

“That’s it?”

“Um,” Jack hesitates. He had promised Crutchie the truth; he can’t remain silent now. “No, that wasn’t it. I… When I said I loved ya, I meant more than just a friend, but it don’t mean nothing. It’s just… I…” Jack doesn’t know what to say next, doesn’t know if there’s anything he can say.

“Oh.” Crutchie turns away from Jack and Jack’s heart sinks. Softly, Crutchie continues, “I think I love ya, too, Jack.”

“What kind of love?” Jack asks, pressing down the eagerness that flares up at the admission.

Crutchie half-shrugs. “The same kind as you?” He turns back over to face Jack. “Is that okay?”

Jack smiles. “Of course, it’s okay. Whatever you do, is okay. Except running off, that’s not okay.”

Crutchie grins at that. “I’m sorry, Jack. I was just… afraid.”

Hesitantly, Jack scoots closer to Crutchie, wrapping his arms around the younger boy. Crutchie leans his head against Jack’s chest, sighing. “Hey. Hey, you don’t got any need to be afraid ever again, yeah? I’se always gonna be here for you.”

“I know. Thanks, Jack.”

Jack tenderly kissed Crutchie’s forehead. “I got ya, Crutch, and I ain’t ever letting go.”

Who’s She Deleted Scenes (JokerXReader)

Oh guys I’m so sorry I haven’t posted something in a while but I was really stressed out because of school and stuff and now I’m ill again, life seems to hate me at the moment. But I finally found the time to write the long announced Who’s She deleted scenes! :) I really hope you’ll enjoy them. :* <3

Who’s She deleted scenes special!

(Y/N) visiting the Joker again at Arkham

„Don’t expect any deep conversations today, we had to sedate him.“

You glared at the guard, which was bringing Mr J to the visitors room today.

He was one of the assholes that tortured him, the first time you were visting him here and it seemed that they had done some more things to him.

„You’ve got fourtyfive minutes“, the guard added, then he closed the huge metal door behind him and you were alone with the clown again.

He wasn’t in a good condition and it kinda broke your heart as he looked at you as if he was completely lost in his numbed mind.

„J?“, you asked carefully.

„Ooooh, my lovely, lovely … (Y/N) … so lovely …“, he smiled at you, like he was on drugs.

„J, what did they gave you?“

Mr J’s smile got frozen on his face, and his eyes darkened in fury.

„Oh they were mean to me this time, my sweet little doll“, he growled, before he grinned at you again.

„You look pretty, so pretty, pretty, pretty …“

Your eyes filled with tears.

They had given him so many tranquilizers that he didn’t seem to know what he was talking about.

„J, look at me … look at me. What have they done to you?“, you asked worried, kneeling down in front of him.

He looked at you with puppy eyes.

They called him the King of Gotham City, but the man which was sitting in front of you now, was far away from being a king.

In this moment, he was just a damaged little boy in the body of a mad man.

„Just a happy little pill here and a happy little pill there … have you ever experienced elektroshock therapy, little (Y/N)? It feels like their toasting your brain … Last time they thought they’d killed me, I was unconscious for nearly ten minutes, oh you should’ve seen how happy they had been, until I opened my eyes again then they knocked me out for the next three hours with the next injection. Awww, don’t cry for daddy, it’s fine I’m used to it. But I’m so glad my pretty little angel is coming for me everyday to look if daddy is alright. I really appreciate that, come here, doll. Sit“, Mr J said his voice low and calm, gesturing with his head for you, to sit on his lap, because every other part of his upper body was tied up into a straightjacket, like always when you were visiting him.

You sat down and he rested his head onto your shoulder, rubbing his face at the crook of your neck.

„Mhmm, you’re such a good girl. You’re the light that shines into this hell hole, just for me. I live for you, my dear“, he whispered.

You looked at him, closing your eyes, while he kissed you roughly.

You knew he manipulated you to keep you addicted to him and you had to admit that it worked, but you didn’t care about that anymore, you wanted him, you had fallen for the mad clown.

And at the moment you felt compassion towards him.

How could they treat him like that?

Electroshocking him, abusing him …

Even though he was a bad man, he didn’t deserve that, you thought sadly.

„I would love to touch you, doll …“

Looking back into his eyes you could see something growing.

Desire, lust … but there also was something else, something you couldn’t quite match.

Whatever it was, it made you feel wanted.

„I could free you before they come back“, you whispered.

You knew this was probably the most dangerous thing you could do, but he looked so lost at the moment and you kinda wanted to touch him too.

„Aw, you really would do that for daddy, hm?“, he asked placing kisses alongside your neck again.

„Yes“, you whispered nodding your head.

You turned around to face him and untied his straightjacket.

A few seconds later you heared him growling in pleasure, after his arms were finally released.

For a moment you thought about what you just did and fear took over you.

What if this was all he wanted?

What if he kills me now?

But those thoughts were all washed away as Mr J wrapped his arms around your body, to pull you closer into his chest.

He wasn’t rough like you would’ve expected it first, he was kinda careful, as if this was all new to him and he just wanted to try how it feels.

This made you nearly cry again.

That a man like him, which was known to be a cold hearted psychopath acted like a lost little boy.

You didn’t know if this was just him manipulating you again, but even if this was the case, you knew that there were feelings behind this action, although Mr J wouldn’t admit it.

„Good girl … taking care of daddy so nicely …“, he murmered into your ear.

„Yes, daddy. Just remember this, okay?“

„I’ll come for you doll, very soon when I’m outta here, I promise …“




Mr J calling (Y/N) out of Arkham

It was midnight as you heared your phone vibrating on your nightstand.

You thought it could’ve been Freddy who was at a bar, too drunk to drive home by himself since it was weekend and there was no college on Sundays.

He always called you when he was in trouble, because you were his best friend even though you two weren’t in a relationship anymore.

„Hello?“, you said with a sleepy voice, your eyes still closed.

„Wakey, wakey, kitten. Have ya dreamed about me?“

Your eyes were wide open as you recognised the low and gravelly voice of Mr J on the phone.

He sounded amused.

„J? What …? Where are you?“, you whispered, panic crawling through your body.

„I just took a little walk out of my cell and decided to call you, your mother’s office offers so many good things including a good old telephone!“

He sounded so excited it almost made you smile, but then worry took over you again.

„J, what if they find you? Go back to your cell“, you said silently.

„Aw, always so worried about me, princess. You’re so cute when you’re like that“, he said.

You could already imagine him smirking at you right now.

„J, I’m serious. I don’t want you get hurt like the last time.“

„Relax, angel. I’m all alone and I hope you’re alone as well“, Mr J said his voice suddenly darkened.

„J, I have been sleeping before you called me, of course I’m alone“, you sighed.

As much as you were worried about what he was doing right now and as much as you enjoyed hearing his voice, you just wished you could go back to sleep.

„Oh good. So I suppose it’s dark in your room, isn’t it?“

„Yes …“, you whispered.

What was his point?

„What are you wearing, doll?“, he suddenly asked.

„J, I really think you should go back-“

„You didn’t answer my question“, he interrupted you.

Your cheeks reddened immediately, you couldn’t believe he was doing this with you.

„A top …“, you whispered unsure about this.

„And?“, Mr J asked further.

You couldn’t see it but you knew he was getting impatient.

„Just panties …“

„Nothing more?“, he asked, his tone now sounding more delighted.

„No …“, you said biting your bottom lip.

„Oooh, bad girl. If I didn’t know it better I’d say you knew that I was going to call ya, doll“, he cackled.

„Do daddy a favor and take that top off.“

Oh my god, you really couldn’t believe the Joker was doing phone sex with you.

You were overwhelmed with the whole situation, but on the other hand it kinda aroused you to know, that he was listening to whatever you were doing now.

„I took it off …“, you whispered.

„Good girl. Tell me, are you wearing any bra, kitten?“, he asked.

Your cheeks grew hot whilst your answer.

„No …“

„Mhmm, I can imagine you laying there. Those perky little tits untouched by now and your pussy slightly wet from my words, am I right, princess?“

„Yes …“, you sighed starting to enjoy this whole phone sex thing.

„Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself for daddy, do it like it would be me“, he growled.

„Tell me what you’re doing now, doll.“

„I’m touching myself for you, daddy“, you purred.

„Where do you touch yourself, baby? Tell daddy everything“, he said between a hiss and a low growl.

Was he masturbating whilst listening to you?

„I’m touching my breasts right now, daddy. Massaging them, making my nipples grow hard.“

„Such a good girl, go on …“, he snarled.

„I’m wearing black panties, my hand is wandering down to my pussy. I’m really wet by now, daddy.“

At first it was odd to speak like that while Mr J was listening, but now it just turned you on even more, also knowing that he probably was doing the same thing right now.

„Rub your pussy for me, baby“, he growled.

„It feels so wet, daddy“, you whispered in pleasure after laying your own hands on your aching spot.

„What are you doing now, princess?“

His voice full of desire.

„I’m fingering myself …“, you moaned silently.

„How does it feel?“

„Tight and wet … it feels so good, imagining that this could be you inside of me …“

„Oooh, I can nearly feel your tight little pussy around my cock, baby. Sooo good“, he purred.

Your breathing started to get heavier and you could feel that you were about to come any time soon, you were so turned on by Mr J’s words and his raspy low voice.

„Come for daddy now, doll“, he growled and you did, trying really hard to not make a sound which your mother could probably hear in her room at the end of the floor.

„Wasn’t that good, angel?“, Mr J asked, as you were laying in your bed breathless.

You could still feel your body tingling and you started to giggle silently.

„Yes, daddy“, you whispered.


Mr J creeping around (Y/N‘s) house while she’s sleeping


Joker’s POV

My, my, my beautiful little princess …

You will be mine very soon.

It was past midnight as the Joker was standing in your room, watching you sleep, enjoying the thought of you being his girl now.

A few hours ago he had escaped from Arkham and Frost had driven him to your house.

First of all Mr J got rid of your stupid mother, he would’ve enough time to kill her later, but now it was just you and him.

„Daddy came for you, doll. In a few hours it’s just you and me and not even your mother can do anything about it.“


Mr J kills Freddy


„J …? What’s wrong?“, you asked irritated as you heared Mr J growling next to you while you had fallen nearly half asleep.

He sat on the other side of the bed, staring out of the window with squinted eyes.

You had been at his club late this night and everything was perfectly fine until you had met Freddy at the dancefloor.

Mr J wasn’t delighted at all to see you talking to another boy and if you hadn’t told him that he’d better let him alive, he would’ve killed him right at the place.

„Is it still because of him?“, you asked carefully.

You didn’t want him to get upset again.

It was already enough for you to calm him down after you two were leaving the club.

For you it has been the first time being out with Mr J as his girl, you knew this would be a big thing especially for him and you knew that he wouldn’t let come something into your way, when he was with you, but you also didn’t expect Freddy to be at J’s club.

„Where are you going?“, you asked in a whisper, after seeing J getting up from the bed.

„Sleep, doll. Daddy’s just running some business, I will be back in a few hours“, he growled giving you a rough kiss on the lips before he left the room.

Joker’s POV

„P-Please I don’t even know what you are talking about!“, the boy with the brown hair begged and looked into Mr J’s eyes, horror written all over his young face.

„Frost I don’t think he got the message“, the Joker snarled dangerously.

 „You boy …“, Mr J said and gestured towards the culprit that has spoken to his girl at, his club while he was with her.

„have gotten yourself into serious trouble.“

„Please Mr Joker, Sir. I don’t even know why I’m here“, Freddy Cramer pleaded, his body trembling and his voice shaking.

„You don’t know why you’re here? You don’t know why you’re here? You don’t know it?!“, Mr J yelled into his face.

„Frost do you think I should refresh this young man‘s memory?“, the Joker asked his first henchman.

„Seems to be a good idea, boss“, Frost said tightening the grip around Freddy’s arms.

„Goooood“, Mr J responded his words long and drawn out before his most eerie grin spreed across his face, revealing his glistening silver teeth.

„Now Freddy, let me tell you just one simple name, I think this will be enough for you to remember what you did wrong.“


Freddy’s eyes widened in shock as he heared your name coming out of Mr J’s mouth and he remembered how he met you today night at this club downtown in Gotham City.

You looked so different and you weren’t that talkative like always when you two had seen each other.

„What have you done to her?“

The words came out of Freddy’s mouth before he could think about it, what turned out to be the next big mistake he had made tonight.

„What I have done to her? I DID NOTHING TO HER!“

Mr J’s voice sounded like a thunderclap from the warehouses down at the Gotham River.

You looked at her like she was fresh meat to you. No one looks at my girl like that, she’s mine, all mine and to make sure you’ll leave her alone from now on …“

The Joker didn’t finish his sentence and before Freddy could ask what he was about to do to him, some hard and cold metal hit him all across the face.

He fell aside, his nose and mouth covered in blood, but there was no time to beg for mercy or even help.

No one was here, no one would hear him scream, and the Joker wouldn’t stop beating him with a crowbar until the boy was dead.

Freddy was pulled onto his knees again and the crowbar hits his face for a second and a third time.

„HA HA HA HA … Oh boy, you look demaged!“, Mr J laughed, enjoying the pain he caused to the young man, which seemed to be only barely alive now, after that torture.

„No seriously you look like shit, maybe we should clean his face, Frost“, Mr J added.

„Of course, boss“, Frost said and dragged Freddy to the banks of the Gotham River.

Mr J walked towards the half dead body and grinned at him in satisfaction.

„Time to say good bye, Fred. It was a pleasure to kill ya“, he said then grabbed him onto his hair and pressed his head into the cold water.

Freddy was weak after the first round of torture but as soon as Mr J was about to drown him he pulled himself together one last time and tried to fight against the death.

„Are you kidding me?!“, Mr J said slightly annoyed but a few seconds later Freddy wasn’t moving anymore.

He was finally dead.

„Some people just don’t know when to die“, Mr J growled running his fingers through his green slicked back hair.

„Boss. What if they find him? What would (Y/N) say? She will know that you got rid of him“, Frost suddenly said.

„She‘ll get over it. She doesn’t need him. Now get his body into the river, and stop asking stupid questions“, Mr J said harshly.

„Yes, boss.“