when you leave your phone with your cat

Quit (Sia & Ariana Grande)
Ariana Grande & Sia
Quit (Sia & Ariana Grande)

Cashmere Cat - Quit (Ariana Grande & Sia Duet Version)

And you say that I’m the devil you know
And I don’t disagree, no, I don’t see the harm

They say, “You crazy, just leave him, he’ll suffocate you”
But I wanna be in your arms


They say, “No, don’t pick up the phone, let them think there’s nobody home”
But I’m under your spell
‘Cause when you call my heart starts to roll
I always want more
It’s my heaven, my hell


We’re heading deep
Inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet
But I can’t hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine


I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
I know I’m gonna regret it


When you said, “Baby, I just want you to lay me down and we’ll fuck the pain away”
'Cause skin on skin, I feel nothing but the burning of desire
And that’s just foreplay


We’re heading deep
Inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet
But I can’t hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine


I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
I know I’m gonna regret it


I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you, oh baby
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you, oh babe
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
I’m gonna regret it
I’m gonna regret it
(babe, babe, babe)
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it

nibasaurusrex  asked:

single dad aus make me soooo soft but listen ,,,,, can u plz do a single dad au for wonho-- I am in love with him. Love, Your Biggest Stan <3 P.S. ily <3

i finally thought of a cute plot for this so here u go hehe
other versions: hyungwon 

  • wonho has a daughter who he absolUTELY adores
  • she’s already starting the first grade and wonho literally threw a party for her and invited everyone and their grandmothers and cried when he realized at the end of it that his lil sunflower was going to SCHOOL and he wouldn’t be able to see her for half the day
  • and kihyun had to hold like three boxes of napkins on his lap while wonho mumbled about how she’s his life,,,,his angel,,,,his sTARS AND UNiVERSE
  • and hyungwon was like bro it’s school she’s going to have fun and make friends
  • and wonho is like but sHES MINE,,,,she’s my babY,,,, and everyone was like oh no here he goes again 
  • minhyuk somewhere: can you imagine how bad he’s going to be when she goes off to college????
  • wonho: dONT EVEN SAY THAT WORD AROUND ME 
  • but yes,,,wonho has never in his life been upset with her,,,,he coddles and loves her more than anything in the world
  • and it’s amazing you see him out grocery shopping making faces and singing to her while she sits in the cart and like every single parent in town is super heart eyes at wonho because like,,,,,,,look at him
  • but wonho only cares about his kid,,,,,,,,,,like that’s it,,,,,,,,she’s the only one that matters
  • and you,,,,,,,think it’s pretty cute because you work with wonho and his enTIRE desk is covered in photos of his daughter
  • but,,,you don’t have a kid of your own and when the office decides to honor ‘bring your kid to work day’ you’re kind of,,,,,,,,,stuck
  • and you can’t believe it but as the office bustles with the noise of children and worried parents
  • you walk in,,,,,,,,,,,,,,holding your cat
  • and your co-workers laugh because aH your cat is your kid??? and you’re like “kinda??? i mean she’s cute,,,,but she’s not as fun????” 
  • and your cat is lazily resting on your desk,,,,completely oblivious to the fact that you’re sTRESSED your boss might be mad about you brining a pet and not a person
  • but then you notice,,,,a small hand
  • and that hand is rubbing your kitty’s belly and you’re like,,,,wait
  • pushing your chair out a bit you see a small girl on her tippy-toes,,,reaching out to play with the fur of your cat
  • and usually,,,your cat is ok with all things BUT belly rubs
  • yet this small hand doesn’t bother her at all
  • and you’re like “hi!! whats your name?” the girl mumbles it,,,obviously more interested in your cat than you
  • and you’re looking around to see if any co-workers that her parents are nearby but everyone looks preoccupied with their children
  • and you’re like “whose your mommy or daddy?” 
  • sniffling she makes a motion to the desk opposite yours,,,,you blink and look at her again and realize she’s wonhos,,,,,,,,,,,,,all those pictures of her on his desk should have given that away pretty easily
  • and you’re like “do you wanna pet the kitty’s head too - she likes that the most?” 
  • eagerly nodding you pat your lap and the girl climbs up and sits comfortably,,hands going out to play with your snoozing cats ears 
  • a couple of minutes later,,,as you’re using one hand to type and the other to keep the girl safe in your lap wonho comes back holding a plate with cookies and other kids snacks
  • smiling he finds you with his daughter and he’s like “there she is- should have known she’d go for the cat.” 
  • you laugh and go “if i were her, i would also go for the cat.” 
  • wonho pulls up a chair and tries to get his daughter to take a bite of the cookie,,,but she’s still lost in petting your cat
  • and wonho pouts and goes “she’s given up her father for your pet,,,” you grin and shake your head 
  • for a while you two sit like that,,,, wonho’s daughter looks like she’s yours with how happy she looks in your lap
  • at some point even leaning back against your arms and watching you finish something on the computer
  • wonho,,,,cautiously watches but at the same time,,,,,feels perfectly at ease with his daughter in your hands
  • and every now and then you chat about this or that
  • and suddenly wonho asks,,,,,,,would you ever want kids?
  • you hesitate but nod,,,,you make a joke about how the cat is great and all but kids are cuter,,,,,in your opinion
  • not seeing the small smile on wonho’s face you go back to your work as his daughter slowly falls asleep
  • by the time the work day is over,,,she’s been napping for a good hour and your arm is numb from where you’re holding her but you’re content as ever
  • and wonho wakes her up gently only to hoist her into his arms so she  can sleep again
  • you,,,,well you take your cat in your arms and as you and wonho are leaving the building
  • he stops and asks if you’d ever like to come over sometime and play with his daughter again
  • you grin and motion to the cat in your arms and you’re like “im assuming she’d want me to show up with this one as well?”
  • wonho laughs and you feel your heart skip a beat,,,,because it’s a laugh that’s so,,,,,,,,,,,,sweet
  • he agrees but before fishing his phone out of his pocket for your number he adds
  • “im not just asking you for the cat, my daughter would love to see her again but i,,,,,,,,,,id like to spend more time with you too.”
  • the words make your knees melt and you’re worried you might be blushing like some middleschooler that you hide your head by looking down
  • but when you exchange numbers, wonho waving as he turns to leave with his daughter
  • you can’t help but lift your cat up,,,,her lazily opening her eyes to watch you and you go “i,,,,,,,,think you got me a date!”
  • all you get is a meow in reply,,,,,,,but,,,,,,you’re too happy to care hehe 
19-10-17

Aries: Want to know a secret?

Taurus: Don’t mix anger and rocks. Unless for a justifiable cause.

Gemini: Holding onto ashes leaves your hands dusty and your breathing ragged. They are ashes for a reason.

Cancer: Flipping coins for it is not technically legally binding unless there’s a notarized agreement signed before hand with three witnesses.

Leo: Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps is physically impossible for a mortal. Don’t worry about it.

Virgo: Hand over hand over hand. Paw over hand. The Cat wins.

Libra: Singing soothes the thunderstorm in your bones.

Scorpio: Beating your skull against the floor is not the correct answer.

Sagittarius: Can you grind your teeth a little more quietly? It’s becoming concerning.

Capricorn: Writing letters to strangers from the phone-book is a cute idea in theory. It gets awkward when you get a letter back informing you the person is deceased, though.

Aquarius: Wind-chimes and smoke. The leaves are showing their bellies. More than one storm is coming.

Pisces: You filthy monster fucker. You’re wonderful.

Crazy Cat Couple

You’re at a bar with your best friends when you find a small cat. It turns out that you’re not the only one who likes cats.

  • cutie daniel flirting with you
  • some kinda au that’s nonidol
  • warnings for mentions of alcohol?

You laughed at the face that your friend Yoojung pulled as she downed the rest of her drink, slamming the glass down on the high table in front of you. You and your friends had decided to try this new club in Hongdae, which offered a flashy outdoor patio where people could sit and enjoy their drinks.

It was a nice atmosphere, with cool-toned lighting and some outdoor heaters so that people didn’t get cold.

“Hey, don’t look now, but that guy over there has been looking at you for a while,” Doyeon giggled, nudging you in the arm.

“Ooh, (y/n) gonna get some tonight?” Somi squealed, clapping your hands excitedly. You looked over to the group of guys that Doyeon had been talking about. There were four or five guys, all standing at another high table. One of them caught your eye, sending you a small smile. You smiled back, feeling your cheeks flush a bit. He was cute, for sure, with light honey brown hair, a cute eye smile and broad shoulders.

“I’m glad that we were able to finally go out for once,” Somi sighed, propping her head up with her hand. “We haven’t properly gone out in so long.” You made a noise of agreement, turning your attention back to your friends. Between work and sleep, it was hard to find the time and coordinate a good day that fit all of your friends’ schedules.

You watched in amusement as Somi finished the rest of her drink as well, setting the empty glass down on the table.

“How are you still drinking that?” Yoojung asked, gesturing to your own mojito glass. You laughed, taking a small sip.

“You guys can go back and get refills, I’ll be fine,” you assured your friends, waving them off. They grabbed their glasses, heading back inside the main area to the bar, talking amongst themselves.

You pulled out your phone to distract yourself, scrolling through your social media feed when you felt something soft rub against your bare leg. Looking down, you found a lanky tabby cat rubbing its body against you. Cooing, you easily scooped it up, used to picking up your own cat at home. You carefully held her against you, careful not to startle her or anything.

“You know normally, the crazy cat ladies don’t come to bars like this,” you heard someone say, chuckling as they approached you. You turned slowly to come face-to-face with the guy from earlier, who Doyeon had said kept looking at you.

You laughed at that, shrugging a bit, “what can I say? Once a cat lady, always a cat lady.”

“Well, at least you’re cute while you’re at it,” the guy said easily, leaning against the table. “I’m Daniel.”

“(y/n),” you replied, giving Daniel a smile. “So, are you just here to observe the cat?”

“That’s part of my motive,” Daniel grinned, revealing two adorable teeth that stuck out a bit, “I’m a bit of a cat fanatic, but I was also planning on saying hi since your friends left. This little bugger just happened to beat me to it.” Daniel reached out, letting the cat nuzzle his nose under Daniel’s outstretched finger.

“Wow, you actually know how to pet a cat,” you nodded, impressed. Whenever your friends came over, they attacked your own cat with tons of pets and snuggles, totally overwhelming him to the point of him hissing and scratching them.

“Yeah, I’ve got two cuties as home,” Daniel nodded, pulling out his phone to show you, “I mean, not as cute as you, obviously.” You laughed at that, blushing a bit.

“You really know how to charm a person, don’t you?” You grinned, peering down at his “rooney+peter!!” album with over three hundred cat pictures.

“Only when I’m interested,” Daniel shot back, sending you a wink.

“(Y/N), we leave you alone for five minutes and you’ve managed to find a cat?” You heard Yoojung exclaim, coming up to you, fresh drink in hand.

“Jung, it’s the guy!” Doyeon hissed, gesturing towards Daniel.

“Guys, this is Daniel, Daniel, my friends,” you gestured, letting the cat hop out of your arms back onto the floor.

“Hey, would you guys want to maybe come chill with my friends?” Daniel asked, gesturing to where his friends were talking, one of them shoving the other. Doyeon, Somi and Yoojung traded looks before looking at you. You shrugged, and Somi smiled at Daniel.

“Sure, we’d love to!”

You followed Daniel over to his friends, and he introduced them one at a time—Seongwoo, Jisung, Sungwoon and Jaehwan. After you and your friends had introduced themselves, Daniel started up the conversation with you again.

“So, Peter and Rooney,” you gestured to where his phone was laid on the table, “any significance behind those names?” Daniel laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“It’s actually kind of embarrassing,” he replied, “Rooney got her name from the football player Rooney, who I really like. I didn’t realize that Rooney was a girl, but I don’t really mind now.”

“Don’t tell me Peter’s a girl too,” you giggled at Daniel’s sheepish expression.

“Yeah, Peter’s a girl,” he laughed along with you, “when I first met Peter at the adoption center, she kept clinging to the walls and stuff, so I named her after Peter Parker.”

“Oh! Spiderman?” You asked, already seeing where this story was going.

Daniel nodded, “yup, after spiderman. I thought she was a boy, but she turned out to be a girl.”

“That’s cute, though,” you shrugged, “they’re meaningful names, not like ‘Stripes’ or ‘Tabby’ or something.” Daniel grinned, obviously pleased with your response.

“Wow, are you two really talking about cats?” Jisung butted into your conversation, drawing the attention to you two.

“Typical Daniel,” Seongwoo snickered, “always thinking about cats.”

“Oh?” Yoojung pointed at the two of you, “(y/n) is super obsessed about cats as well!”

“A match made in cat heaven,” Jaehwan laughed, and you and Daniel traded grins.

Your conversation went from cats to work to favorite artists, and soon it was time to head home. As you collected your coat from the front desk, Daniel caught up to you.

“Hey, (y/n), I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go on a date sometime?” He asked, cheeks slightly flushed. He looked nervous, which surprised you—he seemed way too handsome to get nervous asking someone out.

“Yeah, I’d really like that,” you replied, genuinely meaning it. Daniel seemed sweet and funny, and you were eager to get to know him better. “Maybe we can go to a cat café?” You joked, making him laugh as well.

“Oh my god, marry already,” Jisung complained from behind you, rolling his eyes. Daniel’s other friends snickered, all making fun of how bright red his ears got.

“Text me,” you told Daniel, after adding your name to his contacts with the smiling cat emoji. He nodded, and gave you a quick hug before heading off in the opposite direction with his friends.

That night, just as you were getting ready to fall asleep, you heard your phone’s text notification go off.

>>new notification from: kang daniel ^.^

>>let’s go on that date soon!

EXO (ex): dating Luhan would include

•  no matter if you’ve known him before he left or not, he’d still reminisce about his time being in exo
•  and if you actually had been, he’d love you so much for always being there for help to help him through the toughest situations he could’ve ever been in
•  like this boy’s got so much love in his heart it’s almost physically impossible not to fall for him
•  he’d be aware that being more than friends might be tricky and he doesn’t want to make things awkward……….but did you honestly think that sticking by him for this long means just being friends ??????? Delusions
•  this kid’s been in love ever since meeting you and it’s obvious to everyone how you could effortlessly make him happy with just your presence
•  and things just kinda happened one night when yall were sharing noodles, and the rest is history :’)))
•  you’d have the privilege of watching him rehearse his dance routines
•  acting like he doesn’t know the effect he has on you smfh
•  “so, babe,,,,you liked that?” *is breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, looking like a whole meal*
•  “ummmMMM maybe a few less hip thrusts I mean???? Are they necessary or like???????”
•  sending you hella snaps throughout the day just looking innocent ‘miss u bb’
•  but you know what’s gonna happen as soon as he gets home AHEM his lips gon be stuck to yours for hours
•  and it may be your favorite or least favorite thing in the world, no in between
•  bc he’s such a fkin tease and will keep nipping at your lips, growling in the back of his throat and everything bc he knows EX ACTLY what he’s doing
•  but other times he’s hella passionate when words fail him, letting you know just how you make him feel with just a kiss and a look in his eye
•  tbh if you were into sports this would be a bonus
•  bc lord knows he’ll make you watch him practice and play soccer, and may or may not drag you into the field to play with him
•  you best believe he will not let you win, even if you were a pro yourself
•  knowing he’s totally not as innocent as he seems
•  but then again you swear you’ve never seen a bigger nerd when his cats are perched up on his lap as he’s playing video games
•  “wanna come join them?? :))))))” boi sign me tf up
•  him relaxing immediately when your hands find his tired shoulders after an exhausting day
•  and he’ll tell you, like he’ll go on and on and on about how much he loves this side of you
•  “y/n, you know exactly how to cheer me up and how to make me feel good. What the agsgsgdhhdguck did I do to deserve that, hmm?”
•  emo crybaby sleepy Luhan is emo
•  raiding the fridge as soon as he gets home from weeks away bc of tour
•  plus spending countless hours in bed with you, just holding your body tightly against his as he tells you everything you’ve missed
•  legit will blush when you call him deer or use deer-related puns bc he’s a dork
•  sometimes being unable to stop looking at him bc he’s so pretty and angelic looking
•  him not minding this one bit “mhmm you better be lucky bc this is aaaaall yours bb”
•  Luhan casually braiding your hair when you’re sleeping bc ???? He needs to keep himself entertained when you’re being a butt and not waking up to hang out w/ him
•  his weird friends fawning over yall bc apparently he tells everyone about how whipped he is w/ you
•  him telling you random and useless facts when you’re just chillin, sipping on a smoothie
•  “so did u know that if u licked someone’s elbow and they weren’t looking, they wouldn’t even feel it”
•  “hey y/n did u also know that chewing gum while chopping onions will keep you from crying”
•  ????? Don’t fight me on this he does this all the time
•  he’d find little weird things to compliment you on like your toes or kneecaps
•  and somehow make it sound like the most romantic thing ever bc he’ll be all sly and whisper it in your ear wow
•  kissing your forehead before he leaves your place bc he always wants you to feel safe and protected and it kinda lets you know that he’s always there
•  and it works every single time like the butterflies in your tummy don’t lie
•  speaking of your tummy omfg he loves kissing it for some reason
•  not even to be weird like “omg I can’t wait to have a baby” like it literally is where you find his head most of the time when you’re cuddling
•  and you’d have evidence on your phone to prove it lmao he’s oblivious when you take pictures esp with him cuddling his cats
•  overall you’d keep being besties and lovers bc nothing could compare 💛

Originally posted by cakefuls

JOKER X READER ; THE OATH. ft. Harley Quinn

Author’s Note; This is actually my first Joker imagine so hopefully it’s up to par with the thoughts you were thinking. I included Harley in this one since you made her presence known in your ask, but I really hope this is what you were looking for. Hope you don’t mind me throwing in a name for her at the end. I tried to make the oath scene DIFFERENT but SIMILAR the way you asked so I HOPE that was up to par too. I kind of made it up as I went along to be honest with you >.< I really need to do more brainstorming before writing. Hope you like it!

   Your eyes scanned over the the meal you were cooking absently as you shifted your weight in an attempt to subdue the upcoming annoyance you were trying your best to control. It wasn’t like you to be so emotional, but the fact that you had completely thrown your life to the wolves in an attempt to please a maniac who didn’t seem to appreciate you set your rage on edge. 

For an entire year you had worked under the Joker like some secretary assistant; fetching food, picking up coffee, cleaning up blood and other unknown substances at his beck and call just because he was too afraid to see you for what you really were; an asset. 

How many security systems had you broken into for him and his hench men? how many bodies had you piled up to prove your loyalty? And how many of his friends and followers had you patched up to save their lives all to prove your usefulness? Well, you were done. No more.

“Fuck it. I’m not gonna keep doing this to myself. If he doesn’t want me to be part of the crew then i’m done. No more favors, no more tests, no more free help. Just fuck it.” You grumbled aloud to yourself before letting a shrug ripple through you. 

Frost had paid you a good amount of money to patch up those gunman the other night, and even more for being available to help them out every now and again, but as of this morning you denied any further payments and refused to answer any of Frost’s or Joker’s phone calls.  

the distant sound of your phone vibrating against the table to the right of you pulled you from your thoughts and a flimsy hand reached for it to examine the name. 

“J” it read simply and instead of declining it, you placed it back on the table and allowed it to ring until it went to voicemail. You weren’t kidding, you were done.

Stirring the wooden spoon over the now fully cooked pasta you had been making, you placed the sauce soaked end of it in your mouth and held it there. Perfect. Pulling the finished product into a near by bowl, you couldn’t help the smile of accomplishment that plastered itself across your lips. How long had it been since you were able to properly prepare a meal for yourself? Your time had been so engulfed in doing the dirty work of mister j and his company that you lost sight of your own simple pleasures. 

The small bounce in your step was nothing compared to the giggle that resonated in the pit of your stomach. For some reason you felt empowered by it all, the idea of standing up for yourself and cutting off the head of your misery in which was also known as mister J. You were a jack of all trades and every skill you had, you offered him. Your hacking skills. Your medical knowledge and supplies. Hell, even your cooking skills, for you made sure no one went hungry. Yet, instead of making you a part of the gang, he kept you at arms length and for what? 

You could feel your frustration growing, but before you allowed it to reach its peak you laughed again. He would not upset you tonight, tonight was your night to yourself to relax and you’d be damned if that was going to be taken away from you. Tonight was dedicated to patching up the gash on your ankle in which you suffered while on a mission for him. Tonight was dedicated to remembering who you were outside the hive of him. Tonight was dedicated to normalcy and that was a fact. 

the darkness of the room was half illuminated by the television and the sound of one of your favorite sitcoms filled the air. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It had been too long since you were able to fully relax and let loose. The pasta hit your stomach with a heaven that you couldn’t describe and you found yourself slightly dancing around your apartment singing the FRIENDS theme song that you had become so familiar with over the years. You felt as though you resembled a small child the way you radiated excitement, but a distant pounding on your door stopped you in your tracks. 

A glance to the wrist watch around your forearm revealed the time as 2:45AM, who would be knocking on your door at 2:45AM? Could it have been your neighbors complaining about the noise? Although the tv wasn’t really all that loud, they weren’t used to you really being home given your side job as the joker’s, well, what would you be considered? a secretary, a fool, an idiot, a fangirl, what?

you scoffed before pulling the spoon from your lips and peeking out of the peep hole of you apartment door. it was pitch black and you couldn’t tell if someone was covering up the hole or it was just dark as all get out. Instead of taking a chance on it you decided to ignore the knock and return to your spot on the couch. If it was one of your neighbors and you didn’t answer they would just assume you were asleep and come back tomorrow, however, the knocking persisted and you found yourself growing impatient. who the fuck was it, it’s 2 AM. 

Your frame slid over to the door to glance out the peep hole only to see nothing once more, but the voice on the other end alerted you of the identity of the knocker. “Knock, Knock Doc-tor.” the voice instructed sliding through the confines of the door and gripping the back of your spine with a hold so strong you couldn’t move. 

Your body slid against the door to insure it was locked and you attempted to stay as quiet as possible. Your car wasn’t in the parking lot, and there was no possible way he could be sure you were even home. You stood there for a glimmer of a moment listening to the sound of the tv playing in the background and his chuckle was strained. “Come on Doc, knock knock….” he urged once more. Your eyes rolled in annoyance, a knock knock joke, really? Your pearly whites raked over your bottom lip to ensure you kept quiet and his finger removed itself from the peep hole for you to see him clearly. his frame leaned elegantly against the door way but there was a strange limp to him. what was he doing?

His fingers reached to his pocket and the back of his purple and gold phone gleamed against the light of your neighbor’s porch lamp. Your head twisted violently in the direction of the couch and the silent prayer you spoke to yourself in hopes that it was still on silent was answered when the small sound of buzzing hit your ears. Your body tip toed in the direction and you swiftly declined the call with a message. 

“Picking up food at a friend’s. Can’t talk.” you typed back before pressing send. There was another chuckle at the door and you frowned. 

“Clever, but no dice. C’mon doctor……” he answered more irritated than before and the casual knock from before was more aggressive now. A second text was sent to your phone.

‘open the door. you know i hate repeating myself.’ it read. you frowned. 

‘i’m not at home. i leave the tv on for the cat.’ you lied. The knock from before turned into 3 loud bangs against the door before you finally spoke aloud.

“Whaddya want?” you question while folding your arms across your chest and balancing your weight on one leg. 

“That’s not the joke doc. Knock, knock.” he insisted and his breathing was off as if he had just did 7 flights up and down your apartment stairs. You were in no mood, and instead of playing along you simply opened the door. 

“It’s 2AM. I don’t do jokes at 2am. what are you doing here?” you question while the look of aggravation spread across your features like the plague. The look on his face sent a flame through the back of your spine that warned you to back down, but you wouldn’t. Never had anyone from the gang visited your personal home, it was a boundary that you had set from the beginning of time. The simple fact that he crossed that line only infuriated you more. 

Should you really be surprised. The joker knew nothing of valuing someone’s personal space. He’d walk into the bathroom as you pee’d or showered without a second thought while maintaining complete composure. It was nerve shattering. 

An eyebrow tensed as you stared down at his posture, his hand was cupping his side and he was leaning against your door way. Was he injured? 

Frost’s expression was apologetic as he stood behind him, and you knew he had no intention of taking him any where else.

“The hell happened to you?” you questioned folding your arms across your chest an in attempt to hide your concern. “You shouldn’t be here.” You warned while peeking out of the door frame only to hear him laugh.

“I called. When I call, you answer.” He grumbled and your shoulders slid back in offense.

“I ain’t some errand girl, I got other job to do outside of you.” You mocked. Truth be told, most of your clientele backed down when they found out you were working for the joker. Something about not wanting to step on toes and fear of occupying your time when he needed you. He was a selfish creature, the joker, and the idea of someone else using his resources always ended in some form of violence. “Sides….” You trailed off pulling the door closer to you and leaning against it in a gesture to inform him that he wasn’t welcome. “Ya had ample opportunity to lemme in your little crew, and you dissed me. I refunded ya money. Leave me be.” You instructed, but there was a low growl in his demeanor.

“Non-refundable. I pay you, ya work….unless ya want me to break those little money makers of yours.” He threatened glancing down at your hands.

“Then what use would I be? That makes no sense.” You argued only for him to smirk at you in return.

“Ohhhh? I’m good at spottin’ a good thing when I see it, and if I can’t have your expertise then…..no one can….Now, ya gonna be a good girl and lemme in pumpkin?” he questioned, but before you could actually answer Frost pushed passed you both. He was never one to really stand by and let you two argue, he was an action person and was most likely fully aware that this was going no where.

“What is this, a slumber party?” You asked allowing your arms to stretch out on either side of you as Frost held up his injured boss. He guided him into your living room and proceeded to lean him over the couch.

“He said you could patch him up, and we all know you can. C’mon …..i’ll pay ya double.” Frost pleaded. His eyebrows knitted together into a look that could rival the cage of a thousand puppies crying for assistance and you knew full well that you were faltering long before he even entered your home. Frost was acutely aware that it wasn’t the money that lured you, you genuinely adored him to a degree; he was like a brother to you. Although Mr. J was a sadistic boss, he also had a small place in the back of your mind when it came to his health.

“Patch him up? I’m not some home health care doctor. I can’t keep patching you up every time you get hurt J. You need to go to a hospital, where they’re trained to handle this, with legit medication.”

“Yeah, got it, got it, got it, got it.” He answered in a slight whisper while waving his right hand in your direction as if to dismiss you. His frame slid down to sit on your couch, but you frowned and slightly shoved Frost in his direction.

“Don’t get blood on my couch, put him on the floor or something!” you urged while turning back towards the front door to ensure that it was locked. You couldn’t help the growing aggravation that centered at the forefront of your mind. The entire situation made you uncomfortable because this was your home, your private place of peace and he was invading it with blunt force. You had one boundary, ONE boundary that you didn’t want to be crossed and yet here he was gracefully ignoring your wishes. What or WHO ever had hurt him, could have followed him here and been lead straight to you, and that was the last thing that you wanted. Your business life and personal life was kept separate for obvious reasons, and suddenly the swift collide of the two of them left you slightly disoriented.

“Mr. J, she said….” Frost trailed off while J flashed him a look of utter annoyance.

“I heard her, ain’t deaf.” He grumbled kneeling down onto the small wooden end table that sat in front of the couch. Even in this state he couldn’t follow directions, how unsurprising. It didn’t take you long to retrieve your medical kit and the supplies you were sure you needed to aid him in his injuries. When you returned to the room Frost’s hands were gripping at the joker’s coat in an attempt to help him undress and you instantly frowned.

“Don’t undress him, he’s not staying.” You urged moving over to them both and resting the box a few inches away from his body. His body leaned back slightly and his features were drenched in an expression of disapproval.  

“We got a deal kid, and there ain’t no walkin away. If ya can’t hack it, I can give ya a bullet right now.” He advised putting on a show with his hands and aiming his middle and index finger in your direction. The tips of his fingers grazed your lips before he sounded off an auditory “bang” while pulling the imaginary trigger.

“Still enough energy to talk slick out ya mouth. Good sign. - - I ain’t take an oath with you Mr. J, remember? Ya pay me, I give you services, isn’t that what ya wanted?” You stated in an as-a-matter-a-fact tone. Truth be told you were slightly offended by it. You had done all this work because it gave you purpose, Frost and the other henchmen were like your family, and to reduce you to nothing more than a paid handler instead of making you a hench girl only pissed you off. He didn’t need to blackmail you, he didn’t need to threaten you, you cared for them all, but he was so gung hoe on not trusting any one that he kept you at arm’s length like some errand girl. It wasn’t fair.

“What happened to your leg?” He questioned while tilting his head to the side and you rolled your eyes at the idea of him trying to change the subject. Was he really that dead set against giving you the oath like all his other hench people? What was so fascinating about pushing you away like this? Was it fun? Was it all a game? So much for family. Perhaps you should just accept it, be the cold hearted employee that he yearned for. Stop caring, stop striving to do more just be callous. 

You didn’t answer him. Your attention was no longer on him and instead you focused your mind on patching up his injury, he was shot at. The bullet went through and through but his bleeding was irregular and if she didn’t stop it, he’d surely bleed out onto the floor.

“Get me some towels outta the bathroom, and some alcohol. I gotta stich ya.” You stated bluntly. Opening the small kit next to you, you sharpened your irises on the small needle and thread sitting at the bottom of the right corner. It shouldn’t be hard, stitching was usually the easiest part, getting him to hold still was an entirely different story. There was no numbing agent, but the faster he let you get it done, the less it would hurt.

Frost was timely with the materials. A long towel in hand for the floor, a hand towel within reach for you to wipe away the blood and the alcohol to sterilize. It was time.

Your emotions were rattling you, and the pent of rage you could feel towards his current actions caused you to be slightly unsteady. A deep rooted sense of you was delighted that there was no anesthetic, you wanted him to feel this pain, for it was nowhere in comparison to the pain he had caused you.

His flesh was tender, and throughout the first 3 stitches he was handling the pain well until a constant purring continued to fall from his lips. It radiated through his body and caused your fingers to vibrate against his skin.

“Don’t be a pussy.” You warned trying once again to focus. You stop immediately when you feel his eyes on you and you look up at him only to have it confirmed. You had never seen that look before, it was a mixture of offense and a hint of rage. “Your growling is only making your blood pump faster. If you keep it up, there’ll be too much blood around the stitch for me to continue. My house. My rules. No pussies.” You urged again, firm in your threat. Although he was the infamous Mister J, he was in your house and you wouldn’t stand for disrespect. If he thought this one bullet wound was bad, he’d hate to be the brave soul that chose to face off with you in your house of wonders. Everything, was a weapon.

“Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah….” He trailed off more to himself than to you and in an effort to emphasize your annoyance, you pulled tighter on the stitch. His grumble was audible and his hand reached up to cup your chin in a grip that you were sure would bruise.

“Careful.” He said simply, and with one word you were slightly terrified. All banter aside, you didn’t like that tone; it was drenched in lethal acid and surrounding by cautioned signed duct tape.

The remainder of the stitching didn’t take long and with a borrowed patch, you stuck gauze over the polished stitch and handed him some pain relievers.

“I don’t wanna see you again.” You urged. His head tilted back before returning to the center of his being with a look of patience.

“Don’t you?” He questioned.

“I ain’t a part of your crew, remember. Just a working Jane. Next time if I’m not available, you’ll just have to wait your turn.” You nodded. You were surprised when his eyes rolled off to the side before a smile slid slowly across his lips. It was like you could almost hear the click in his head as he realized your true concerns.

“Ya really wanna know why? I’m a man with a plan Pumpkin and nowhere in it, does it include you.” He answered truthfully while using his hands to motion to himself before finally allowing his right hand to fall down slowly in front of you.

“Jesus, ya act like I’m askin to be your wife or something. I’ve done everything you’ve wanted, everything I’m capable of to help you and the rest of your little family and all you can do is throw money at me and treat me like some errand runner. I’m more than that. I’m valuable, and if you don’t want me around then fuck off. Don’t call me, don’t pay me, don’t drop by my house, just leave me alone if that’s the case.” You answered tossing the money from earlier that week in front of him on the floor.

“Already told ya, ain’t no walkin away Princess.” He warned.

“Then I want in, and I mean really in, not this intern crap you’re givin me. What’re you so goddamn afraid of?  Ya think I’m gonna betray you or disappear? I’ve been runnin with all of you from the beginning, everything you and Harley have needed of me, I’ve done without a problem. Even Frost likes me, Frost!” You answer angrily while motioning your hand in Frost’s direction only for him to shrug in response. “So what is it?”

“Ya want me to truuuuuust you? Give you the keys to the kingdom all because you can complete a few tasks? Uhhhhhh.” He patronized with an ending sound of annoyance before turning his back to you. His right leg inched backwards, tapping the side of the brief case you had just thrown, and sliding it back in your direction. Was he not listening? You did not want the money, you wanted IN. Being an outsider was something you had always been used to especially when it came to your normal life, but you had recently discovered that it was because you weren’t normal and you didn’t want to be. Being a part of Harley’s crew, doing everything you did for your fellow hench community always made you feel like you were a part of something bigger than yourself. You found solace in them, and in return they trusted you, but instead of fully listening to you and giving you what you wanted, Mr. J always found himself sadistic enough to watch you fall apart over the idea of ONCE AGAIN not belonging any where. You had become so alone that you convinced yourself it was your choice, but it wasn’t. You were already half way there but you lacked his blessing, and without HIS blessing, nothing mattered.

Your anger bubbled over, and before you could stop yourself you grabbed the alcohol from the table, poured a few inches onto the brief case and lit it aflame. The small silver plated lighter engraved with your name fell into the fire you had just caused and your chest heaved up and down with the emphasis of your rage. When you were originally recruited you were set to be the doll of Harley Quinn. You were ordered to do her bidding, keep her company, and assist her in any way possible. These tasks were child’s play at first, until you slowly found yourself doing so much more. Aiding the henchmen in heists, thievery, murder, you had offered your soul to him and instead of giving you a firm price, he continued to bid. Well, no more.

His neck rolled around his shoulders while his lips fixed themselves into a hard line. His eyes glanced over to Frost for a glimmer of a moment and Frost instantly removed his jacket and tossed it over the result of your indiscretion. It took a moment for the fire to dissipate, but you were immediately sure that Frost’s jacket was ruined.

Your eyes did not leave the Joker’s frame, even when his irises sharpened so deeply against your that you could have sworn that the fire was still blazing under you. You could swear he had run across the room and shoved you against the wall, but it was only a glamor put forth by your mind because he had not moved. His eyes faltered for a moment to the half burnt money sitting between the two of you before returning to you.

“It takes more than thaaaaaaat.” He scoffed before stepping around the tarnished currency elegantly. His body circled yours as if he were a lion strategically seducing his prey while Frost stood perfectly still in the distance.
“Is that the kinda restraint ya practice in ya daily life, pumpkin pie?” He joked throwing his hands on either side of him and motioning to your life style. He was demeaning you, throwing the casual nickname around to emphasis to you your place, the child, while he, the adult or stature in the room commanded dominancy. You wouldn’t give it to him.

“When ya ready to let that go, come find me.” He bargained with a grumble while flicking the small area between the bottom of your chin and the center of your chest. A small stammer backwards tarnished your posture while he slowly grabbed Frost and exited the room.

The night has passed slowly and you spent most of the day doing trivial tasks that were only meant for the hands. Your mind studied his words as if they would reveal the location of the holy grail if you pried them apart enough, but instead you gathered nothing. What did he want from you? Hadn’t you done everything he’d asked? Everything Harley asked?

When ya ready to let that go, come find me

It repeated in your head like a mantra as you slowly began to realize the double edged meaning behind his words. Your normalcy, your frailty, and everything that made you who you were decorated the halls of your apartment and the empty life you were trying so desperately to hold on to. You had no family, and what little family you did have, you never spoke to. The friends you once had in school, dissipated years ago and you couldn’t remember the last time you had actually seen them. You’d never been in love or been loved so that wasn’t an issue. The crew was all you had, so what in this life were you so desperate to cling to? Were you willing to let it all go?  

Night came quickly and you found your body lifelessly heading in the direction of the pent house associated with Mr. J and Harley Quinn. Why were you headed there? You didn’t even know how to do what he had asked of you, yet you couldn’t stop yourself. You needed more.

Your hand rose to knock on the penthouse door only to hear the joker on the other side tell you to come in. How did he even know you were there? A chuckle nearly passed your lips, you designed the security system, the cameras, of course he knew you were there.

You weren’t surprised to see Harley leaning against the large window that took up half the wall of the pent house. The curled dip died pigtails sat elegantly against her shoulders as she flashed you a smile. You had never seen that smile on her face before, it was a mixture of acceptance and mischievousness.

“Whaddya want?” He questioned demanding your focus.

“I….” you trailed off. What did you want?

“If ya don’t know, ya shouldn’t ‘ave come.” He warned while fiddling with the small bar of alcohol in front of him. His back was to you again as he spoke and you didn’t like the idea of not knowing what to do.

“Ya told me to come.” You stated as a matter a factly. He scoffed.

“Yeah…..when ya were ready. Are ya ready?” He questioned finally turning to you and casually leaning against the bar.

“Yeah.” Before you could fix your face to show your seriousness, you heard Harley laugh to your right.

“Get outta here, Kid.” She urged with a sly smile looking off to her right and away from you. Your heart beat quickened and you turned toward Mr. J.

“Ya heard her.” He nodded while tipping the glass in his hand in her direction. They were orders, orders from your bosses that you were taught to uphold and ever so slowly you felt your body tense back towards the door. You should leave, you should get in your car and just leave, but the aggressive voice in the back of your mind stopped you. It mirrored yours but held more stature with your brain. The deep sense of hatred loomed in it and you slowly began to recognize it as the same voice you usually heard when you were killing, stealing, or doing something you felt you had a purpose for. How many long nights, forgotten days, bullet wounds, cuts, scrapes, gashes, bruises, black eyes, internal bleeding, heists, business deals, and drugs had you been involved in? How many times had you risked your life out of sheer obedience and love for the two of them? You are powerful beyond reason and you weren’t just an asset, you were a solider. You knew it. They knew it. And it was about time that everyone else did too.

“No. I ain’t leavin.” You spoke up mirroring the voice in the back of your frame. Mister J’s eyebrow rose while Harley tilted her head in response. “I’m part of this and ya don’t just get to throw me away. I’ve done everything you’ve asked plus more. All your trials, all your initiations, all your stupid tests I’ve passed with flying colors and THIS, this is my decisions. I’m not leaving. I want this.” You answered setting your chin and raising your brow. Harley nodded before flashing a smile towards Mr. J.

“Show her, Puddin.” Harley’s voice echoed in the darkness of the room that was illuminated by nothing more than the mood shining through the window. Mister J’s eyes flickered from her with acceptance while he rested the drink back on to the bar.

“Is that what you want. To embrace us and only us? Will you consign your soul to me and laugh at the world in disgust the way we do?” He questioned sauntering slowly in your direction.

“Yes.” You stated.

“I’ve only asked this of one other, and only one has taken this pledge. Do not take this oath thoughtlessly. Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power. Think carefully now, for once you’ve taken this oath the gates of sanity and normalcy will be forever closed to you, and the self you knew will cease to exist.” He urged, once again invading your personal space and closing the gap between the two of you.

The sound of Harley moving slightly in the distance caught your ears, and the audible lighter in her hands flickered a small flame nearby. She was burning something, most likely out of boredom, but you couldn’t look away from him to see what it was; his eyes were like hypnotic oceans pulling you into a trance you could not escape.

“Yes. I know.” You stated simply.

“In order to be reborn, one must die. Would you die for me?” He questioned seductively.

“Yes.” You responded.

“Would you live for me?” He questioned again and your eyebrows wrinkled. A nod slid through your posture and he shook his head softly.

“Use your words….Say it, Say it, saaaaaaay it.” He demanded placing his hand under your chin.

“Yes.” You answered and suddenly his eyes released you allowing you a second to finally breathe. Harley was by his side now, how long had she been standing so close? Her right arm slid over the back of his shoulders while her left hand handed him a ring. She slid it onto his finger delicately and the center of it caught your attention. The decorated “J” was slightly orange and for a moment you could tell it was glowing, but you assumed it was catching the light of something in the room.

“Then, it’s been a pleasure knowing you ( insert reader’s first and last name here ).” He stated simply while looking down at his hand and refusing to maintain eye contact with you. Your eyebrows knitted together in a hard line of confusion as he finally glanced at you. You were caught off guard by his fingertips against the sides of your neck and the gentle massage of them caused your eyes to flicker in Harley’s direction. What was he doing?

The sliding of his thumbs around the front of your neck gave you insight to his intentions as the burning sensation of his ring digging into your throat caused you to gasp. The grip of his hands around your neck cut off your air supply and stopped you from screaming at the burn resonating on the left side of your throat. Harley’s light show earlier with the lighter was her burning his ring in preparation of this moment, he was branding you, but even after the brand was sure to have taken to your skin his grip did not end.

 Your fingers were steel bars around his wrists, but he did not budge and the lack of oxygen to your frame forced the room to spin. Your frame moved backwards in hopes of colliding with the floor to get him off of you, but instead he only flowed with you. The floor came slowly and after a few seconds you could’t feel anything anymore. There was a heat in your chest that rivaled against the flame filled ring that had already burned his infamous symbol “j” into your neck. It spread throughout your body and left you limp under him. You were dying, why was he killing you? 

His eyes connected with yours and you instantly felt yourself let go of his hands preparing yourself for what you knew was coming. Death. It didn’t take long for him to fade from your view and the sensation of being under water over took you. Your body felt heavy but light. The encompassing darkness was inviting rather than scary, and there was an overwhelming peace to it all. 

Oh infamous Clown of Gotham, you are a magician. Mystically pull me together the same way you have broken me a part. Every day you awoke with the realization that, that day might be the day, but you never knew it would end like this. 

A force of great proportions leveled at your chest and before you could stop yourself you felt your body lunge forward. A gasp of air entered your lungs, but the breath was not yours, it was placed there with the assistance of another. Shallow breaths slide through the base of your lips and the coldness of the room slowly became apparent. With the realization of life hitting your brain, your limbs twitched ever so lightly beneath you and the growing migraine at the base of your skull alerted you that life was restored.  

A peek from behind stubborn lashes revealed Harley’s hands on the base of your chest and Mister J’s lips inches from yours. 

“What should we call her?” Harley questioned looking over at him. 

“More your pet than mine, whaddya think?” He questioned absently with a shrug. Harley’s eyes shifted to the side before returning to you.

“Ava.” She stated simply. 

“Ava?” he questioned.

“It’s old English, means the breath of life.” she nodded. 

“Aren’t you clever.” He muttered. 

Cats and Dogs

Here is my first entry for Juju’s Fluffy Birthday Challenge @jared-padaloveme, for prompt #11.  The cat (Jake) is based off my cat (see cute picture below), and the dog (Barney) is based off my parents’ dog.  The interaction between them in this story is exactly how things go in real life! :)

Summary: You and your cat meet Sam and his dog at the pet store.

warnings: fluffy Sam, dog and cat fighting

word count: ~1200


Originally posted by hunterchesters

You cooed at your kitty in his carrier as you walked into the pet store.  Your cat wasn’t a very outgoing animal – you knew that he hated being out of the house or around strangers in general – but since you were on your way home from the vet you thought he could come in with you while you bought his food and some new toys.

Yes, your cat was spoiled, but he was your baby and you would be damned if you didn’t buy him a new toy or two (or three) every time you stopped at the pet store.

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Let It Be Known: Part 5 (Final)

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Mob Boss Hux x Bakery Shop Owner!Reader

Summary: Next to the restaurant that well-known Mob Boss, Armitage Hux, frequents and owns, is your bakery shop. After a rather unfortunate occurence, Hux begins to frequent to your bakery more often.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: “So now we’ve come to the eeeennd of the roooaad.”

Originally posted by domhnallgleesonbrasil


Kylo rushed you to the hospital. The car wasn’t even at a complete stop when Hux carried you out the car and to the emergency room. He was panicking and yelling for help.

Doctors and nurses ran up to him, “What happened?”

“Sh-She was shot. She’s lost a lot of blood already. Please!”

Two nurses came up with a gurney and Hux gently set you down. He was going to follow but a doctor stopped him, “I’m sorry, sir. You’ll have to wait out here.”

“W-Will she be alright?”

“We’ll do the best we can.” With that the doctor left him. He sat down in the waiting area looking down at his hands. They were covered in your blood. 

“Come on,” He heard Kylo say as he gripped Hux’s elbow and led him to the bathroom. 

Hux mindlessly began washing his hands watching your blood swirl down the drain. His adrenaline was finally settling and his emotions were running high. Out of nowhere, he began to sob. 

He turned off the water and gripped the edge of the counter. He didn’t care if Kylo watched him cry. He couldn’t hold it in. You were targeted because of him. 

“I shouldn’t have let it come to this. I was so foolish to think she wouldn’t get involved. Foolish to think I could’ve had something normal for once.” Kylo silently handed him some paper towels, “I should have listened to you, Ren.”

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“Quit” By Cashmere Cat Ft. Ariana Grande Lyrics

And you say that I’m the devil
You know and I don’t disagree, no, I don’t see the harm
They say, “You crazy, just leave him, he’ll suffocate you”
But I wanna be in your arms
They say, “No, don’t pick up the phone, let them think that nobody home”
But I’m under your spell
‘Cause when you call my heart starts to roll, I always want more
It’s my heaven, my hell
Well held in deep inside lives a voice, a voice, a choir
But I can’t hear the voice when your heartbeat’s next to mine
I can’t quit you x4

Yeah, I’m gonna regret it x3
I know I’m gonna regret it


When you say, “Baby” I just want you to lay me down and we’ll fuck the pain away
'Cause skin on skin, I feel nothing but the burning of desire
And that’s just foreplay
Well held in deep inside lives a voice, a voice, a choir
But I can’t hear the voice when your heartbeat’s next to mine
I can’t quit you x4
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it x3
I know I’m gonna regret it
I can’t quit you, I can’t quit you, oh baby x2
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it x2
I’m gonna regret it x2
(babe, babe, babe)
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it

New Neighbor

Challenge 07: Breathless
Genre: Fluff
Character: Jaebum

Plot: You try to get close to your new neighbor Jaebum by stalking joining him on his morning run.

[Masterlist]

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Here’s the thing. Your mom always taught you to be kind to your neighbors. When you’re out of town for a business trip, who’s the most likely to help babysit your cats? Your next door neighbor. And what if one day you get kidnapped, who will be the first to notice you go missing? Your next door neighbor, of course.

So when sweet old Mrs. Baek moved out and was replaced with a chiseled, leather-clad, young man, you were determined to make him your next insurance. But here’s the other thing…you and the elderly, you guys mesh like peas in a pod! But young men your age, particularly handsome, chiseled, leather-clad men…not so much.

“What do leather-wearing young dudes like, Tuna?” you asked your orange tabby as you dug your way through the ingredients in your fridge.

Your grey cat, Sundae, purred against your legs at the sight of the open fridge. You smile at the hungry feline before closing the fridge and picking her up into your arms.

“Sundae? Shall I make him sundae, Sundae?” you coo, snuggling into the grey ball of fluff. You put your cat down and settle down on the kitchen floor, thinking seriously about making him a meal. Young men usually liked home cooked meals right?

You rise back up, determined to start cooking. You weren’t the best cook out there, but you weren’t bad either. Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?

-

And so there you were, at his front door with three containers full of sundae, scallion pancakes, spicy rice cakes and a thermos full of kimchi chigae. He was bound to like one of these. You stood at his door for another minute, trying to gather your thoughts.

Say hi.

Introduce yourself.

Remember to smile.

Please don’t stutter.

Be confident, Y/N!


And then the door flew open, catching you off guard. Your eyes grew wide as you found yourself standing right in front of your new neighbor. He was even better looking up close.

“F-f-f-food…” your stupid mouth managed to bumble out.

“Huh? Uhh…I didn’t order anything,” he looked at you confused. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment as you shook your head in reply.

“Ah, no, umm…I meant…” you let out an exhausted sigh, closing your eyes to compose yourself. _Imagine he’s an old man. An old man like Mr. Lee from down the street. “Hi.”

He let out an amused chuckle. “Hello?”

You smile, a bit relieved. He looked less scary when his eyes were curled into crescent shapes.

“Umm, I’m sorry,” he said again, breaking you away from your trance. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Ah…okay,” you mutter as you watch him pass you by and enter the waiting taxi across the street.

You looked at the bags of food in your arms in defeat. Sighing, you place the food by his door. You’ll just tuck a note in there to let him know your intentions. You were going to make him like you whether he wanted to or not.

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A week passed and you made no progress. In fact, you had actually lost your Tupperware in the process. But were you going to give up? Absolutely not!

“Absolutely not!” you said aloud to Tuna and Sundae as if to reassure yourself. Ignoring your newfound energy, the cats stretched lazily before going back to their evening nap. You walked to your closet, hesitantly taking out your workout gear.

Every morning, without fail, your neighbor had gone running. Afterword though, he would disappear in a taxi and wouldn’t come back until late at night. You knew this from the two loud slams of the door he made when leaving for the day and then coming back home. You wonder if he had even eaten your home cooking. Nevertheless, you set your alarm clock to 5AM sharp. You were determined to be a kind neighbor!

But at the violent ring of your phone alarm going off at dawn, you suddenly didn’t feel so kind. You groaned, forcing yourself to rise from the safe and warm embrace of Tuna and Sundae who were snuggled closely across your neck and leg.

The cats groaned at your rustling but found solace in the warm empty space you left behind. You rolled your eyes at them, wishing you could switch places with them. Although you had to admit, if Tuna and Sundae were in your place they probably would’ve already been good old friends with your neighbor by now.

With one last exhale, you changed into your workout gear and reluctantly left the house. Outside was still cold. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. You looked across your yard to his door. No sign of life. After standing at your door for a few minutes you started to worry if he had already gone running.

But to your relief his door opens and there is your handsome neighbor in his running gear that hugs him in just the right places. You blush when he turns your way. He gives you a slight nod before walking down his steps. You follow quickly.

You were so determined to meet him again that you actually hadn’t planned what you were going to say when meeting him.

“M-Morn-” you started as you approached him.

However, maybe you had said it too softly, but he began lightly jogging away. You blushed with embarrassment, feeling silly after being ignored. But you were already outside and squeezed tightly into workout clothes you hadn’t worn since last summer. Nothing was going to stop you now!



And then he started sprinting.

You huffed after him, feeling your heart beating violently against your chest as your face grew hot with exhaustion. The cold morning air wasn’t much help as it entered your lungs, leaving you wheezing desperately.

You slowed to a stop, landing on the grass in defeat. By now he was already long gone out of your sight. You heaved in disappointment, trying to catch your breath and soothe the ache in your shins.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” you mutter to yourself, blowing at the hair in your face. You stretch out your legs, staring at the sky that was slowly glowing with soft orange hues. At least you had a pretty sunrise to pacify your painful exhaustion.

As you watched the sun slowly rise from the horizon, you could understand why he got up so early. This was a pretty sight to see.

You were ready to walk back home now when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, tearing your eyes from the sky only to see your neighbor looking at you with concern.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, taking a seat beside you.

“A-ah, y-yeah,” you quickly mumble, trying hard not to stare at the sweat running down his face and dripping to his collar bones.

“I’m Im Jaebum by the way,” he introduced, sticking out his hand towards you. You take his hand gently, trying hard not to smile too widely.

“Y/N,”

“Sorry about before, Y/N,” Jaebum looked at you with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to be rude when I walked away suddenly.”

You shake your head vigorously. “No, no it’s okay. I was the one who stopped by so suddenly.”

He looked at you for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re wheezing.”

You turned red with embarrassment, trying to breathe less so he wouldn’t hear.

“I’m fine,” you mutter with constricted lungs.

He laughed, his eye curling as he patted your back soothingly. “No, please, breathe normally. The wheezing should subside once your body finds its balance again. Do you have asthma?”

You shake your head, watching as Jaebum grabs hold of your hand, placing two fingers softly against your pulsating wrist. You blush. His fingers are a bit rough but have a warm touch.

“Must be the cold air then. Don’t force your body to run too hard, it’ll only hurt your body more in the long run.”

You nod softly, glancing up at his face as he stares down at your wrist. At a closer look, he didn’t seem as scary as he did in his leather jacket. His brown hair fell delicately over his eyes. He was literally glowing with the sun shining on his face.

You gulped, looking back down before he caught you. “Are you a doctor?”

He lifted his head with a smile. “No, actually I work at a local clinic. I’m a physical therapist for people with disabilities.”

“So you’re a doctor,” you smiled, noticing his tone shifting as he talked about his profession.

He chuckled softly, a glint in his eyes at seeing your own smile. “Tell my parents that.”

“But you are!” You say, trying not to yell it. “Sounds like you’re doing something great and meaningful. What parent wouldn’t be proud of a son like you?”

He looked away shyly. “You’re really good with your words.”

You laugh at this. “Actually, I’m a writer. Nothing big though, just small stuff for a magazine.

“Oh really? I’d love to read some of your stuff.”

You chuckle. “My cats will be so relieved to know I’ve found someone new to read to.”

Jaebum’s ears perked up at this. He turned to you with a wide smile. “Cats?”

“Tuna and Sundae,” you say proudly. You could see his eyes widening with excitement.

“I have three cats,” Jaebum said enthusiastically. “Nora, Odd, and Kunta.”

You can’t help but squeal a little. You loved meeting fellow cat lovers. You wheezed out a cough, your lungs constricting from the feelings of excitement. Jaebum laughed, rubbing your back again.

“You don’t run much do you?” he chuckled.

You blush. “Not really. To be honest, I was just trying to talk to you…so I could formally introduce myself.”

He grinned. “You know you could just knock on my door, right?”

“But where’s the excitement in that?” You joke. “I’m a writer remember?”

“Ah, of course, of course.”

“But in all seriousness, it did feel like this was my only option. You leave so early and don’t come home til late at night.”

“Ah yeah, sorry about that. My schedule has been hectic since I’ve just moved in.”

“No need to apologize. I feel sorry for your cats though.”

“Oh, I see you’re the guilt-tripping type.”

You laugh, halfway coughing again, but the pain was all worth it. I mean, look at you now, having a better conversation than you’ve ever had with Mr. Lee or Mrs. Baek. “Did you try the food?”

He stopped rubbing your back and gave you a thumbs up. “It was the best meal I’ve had in years!”

You look up in surprise. “R-really?”

He nodded. “I’m so grateful to have such a kind neighbor.”

“Ayy, you shouldn’t eat random food outside your door though,” you teased, trying to hide the blush growing from his compliment.

He chuckled. “But you left a note.”

“Ah, that’s true,” you agreed thoughtfully.

“I’m sorry about the containers. I’ve been meaning to give them back to you, it’s just…”

“Oh, it’s alright. Take your time, I know you’re a busy person,” you reassure him with a smile. He looked at you, his cheeks turning slightly pink. He rubbed the nape of his neck, looking away from you.

“I guess that too, but…mostly, I’m just not good at talking to pretty girls.”

Your eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile reflexively. “P-pretty?”

“Ahhh~!” he yelled in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms. You laugh as his ears go bright red. You were glad you weren’t the only one feeling shy.

“And this whole time I thought you were going to be a scary new neighbor,” you chuckle. “Turns out you’re just a soft cat dad.”

He chuckled, lifting his head from his hands. “Well, turns out you’re prettier in person.”

You blushed, looking away shyly.

“I mean, kind of a stalker too,” he added jokingly. “But seeing as you’ve suffered enough this morning, I’ll let it slide.”

He winked at you teasingly.

“You should stop by my clinic one day,” he offered. “Some physical therapy might help you out.”

You roll your eyes at all his teasing.

“Well, if you’re being so kind, I’d also like to offer my hand in caring for your cats when you’re gone. Since I work at home,” you grin mischievously. “Some human presence might help them feel less neglected.”

Jaebum stared you down, his mouth slightly open in dismay.

“Wow, Y/N, you’re kind of savage.”

“But still pretty right?” You smile sweetly. “Jaebum-sshi, I’m pretty right? Still pretty?”

Trying to conceal his smile, Jaebum rose from his seat on the grass. You laugh, watching him walk away. You quickly rise, following after him, giggling the whole way home as he tries his best to ignore you. 

Halloween

Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, (hardly any)

Word Count: 3689 (you lucky buggers)

Prompt: I love your work so much! Can you do a fic about a halloween party where reader and dan get it on plzzz I don’t mind where or how but can you make it smutty??. Tysm

(N.B I wrote this whilst v. hungover I’m not really sure how well it’s written, but I hope you enjoy)
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Every year, on the 31st of October, your evening ends up being the exact same. Sat at home, watching re-runs of Ghostbusters and waiting for the doorbell to ring so you can hand out sweets to overexcited little kids. Boring right? Tonight however, there was a party at Dan and Phil’s place, and you had been invited.

You had been friends with Phil for years but you had only known Dan for a few months, and you had been introduced to each other at the BBC. It was safe to say there was a connection between you. The connection being you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off each other every time you had met since. It was like you were drawn to each other, you couldn’t explain it. You just fit together. He wasn’t shy about holding your hand or holding your waist around other people either, and you both mercilessly flirted with each other all the time, but you really wanted more than just words and hand touches.

Dan was 6'3 of beautiful dark sweeping hair and gorgeous brown eyes. And his smile turned your world upside down. Tonight was your first chance to maybe spend some time alone with him, and you wanted to look hot.

You’d decided to go with a tight fitting skeleton jumpsuit, which accentuated your curves. You weren’t the slutty cat kinda gal, and you knew Dan wasn’t into that kind of thing either. You still looked sexy, but you looked badass too. And all black is always a bonus. You were just finishing the last of your skull make up when your phone buzzed.

Phil Lester 20:03

Hey!! What time are you coming over? Asking for a friend… ;)

You smile at the screen as you tap out your reply.

Y/N Y/L/N 20:04

Hello, I’m leaving in a few minutes. I should be there in about half an hour. Which friend was asking??

Phil Lester 20:04

Do you really need to ask? :P

No, you already know the answer, and you can’t wait to see him. You can’t wait to see either of them, but Dan especially. As you fluff you hair one last time, you grab your bag and keys and head out the door. Down to the taxi waiting on your drive. Party time.

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“YOU’RE HERE!” Yells an excited zombie Phil as he swings open the door to the Dan and Phil flat.

“You look amazing!!” You laugh as he reaches forward to give you a hug. He had ripped up his clothes and there was fake blood everywhere. He’d even got realistic looking slashes on his face and arms, and his eyes were a piercing white/blue against his dark fringe.

“Thanks! So do you!” He pulls away to look down at you. “Your make up looks awesome! Dan attempted to be a skeleton too but his fringe kept sticking to the face paint and curling up, you know how we feel about our hair” he laughs, tapping his head.

“What is life without the perfect fringe?” You grin. “So what has he dressed as then?” You ask as you follow him up the heavily cobwebbed stairs, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

“He’s the vampire. The all black vampire, ignoring the red fake blood.” He turns to say to you, smiling as he puts his arm on your shoulder and takes you through to the living room.

They really had gone all out with the decorations. Pumpkins lined the windows, each with a little light inside that gave off a bright glow. They had draped cobwebs complete with little black spiders all over the ceiling and walls, with orange fairy lights and little ghost bunting hanging all around the room. The lighting was soft, the room dimly lit adding to the atmosphere and everyone was laughing and joking over the sound of Phil’s halloween playlist. You smile up at a few people, scanning for faces you recognise. They had invited a lot of people! You spot PJ in the corner, dressed as wiggles, and he gives you a salute as you wave. But you still couldn’t see your vampire.

“Drink?” Offers Phil. Gesturing to the dining table.  They had put a zombie hand in a bowl of sweets, the punch had floating eyeballs in it, and the cups were glow in the dark. Drinks and bowls of food were arranged symmetrically along the table. Dans touch no doubt.

“Rum and coke please Mr barman”, you say, flicking your hair over your shoulder.

“Coming right up.” Replies Phil. As he pours the liquid into your cup he looks up at you. “You know Dan’s going to love your outfit Y/N. He’s been asking about you all evening too.”

“Now as a best friend aren’t you meant to keep that stuff a secret?” You giggle, but your stomach flutters as you realise he’s been thinking about you probably as much as you’ve been thinking about him.

“He’s not shy about it.” He laughs. “Oh sugar. I don’t know where the straws are. The kitchen maybe…” He says as he hands you your drink but turns away towards the door. You grab his arm.

“I’ll go find them this is your party, mingle with your guests!” You order, pointing towards the groups of people on the sofas and around the coffee table.

“Mingle!” Replies Phil in a funny voice, he then smiles at you and walks towards a dead Mario and Luigi.

You hadn’t been in Dan and Phil’s flat that many times before, but you manage to find the kitchen straight away and pushed through the glass door. And that’s where you found your vampire.

He was dressed in all black, obviously, wearing a half length sleeved top and his black jeans. He had on a short black cape covered in spots of red glitter, and he had spray painted the ends of his hair grey. He hadn’t whitened his face, but instead had fake blood trailing from his mouth, a little on his bare neck and collar bones, and he had black contacts in that made his eyes glitter even more than they already do. You could even see little white fangs touching the top of his bottom lip. He looked incredible. And his eyes widened when he saw you too.

“Hi….” He said breathlessly as his eyes wandered up your body.

“Hi Dan.” You reply, closing the door behind you, setting down your drink and moving forward as you reach your arms around his middle. As you hug him you breathe him in. He always smells so good. You press yourself up against his body and your hands hold his back. He then moves his own arms, one rests on the small of your back, just above your bum, and the other wraps round your neck, holding you close to him. His lips find your hair and you feel his chest rise as he breaths.

“You look incredible” he says against your hair.

“Please, it’s all suit and make up” you giggle against his chest, knowing if you don’t accept this compliment he’ll just give you more.

“I know but, you still look incredible.” He says confidently, pulling back to look at you. “You look sexy.” He parts his lips and gazes at your mouth, the corners of his curling into a smile.

“You do too. I really like that blood”. You reply honestly. Confidence is key, you definitely had to let him know you fancied the shit out of him. His bottom lip was covered in red, and droplets at the top of his chest looked good against his black clothing. Your fingers reach up to his neck and you run your finger down his throat. He shivers at your touch, his hands still around you. The one on your lower back wanders a little further down…

“Are you trying to seduce me Miss Y/L/N?” he smiles at you, a wicked grin flashes across his face. You stomach knots with excitement a little knowing he’s enjoying a touch as simple as this. You run your fingers down his chest and turn slightly to lean back onto the kitchen counter. He moves forward against you, never breaking away from your touch. The hand that was at the top of your bum slides over your hip and brushes the top of your thigh. He was watching your face as you look into his black eyes. They really suited him. He looked dangerous. Wild.

“Is it working?” you say softly, parting your lips and grabbing hold of his top to bring his chest closer to yours. You couldn’t believe your own confidence.  

“Yes.” Dan replies, exhaling. His breath is sweet, sugary, he’d been eating cherry haribos you could tell. His lips probably tasted the same.

Dan wanted you too, you knew it from the way he was touching you. His crotch was hovering against yours and his fingers played with the ends of your hair, the other hand still holding your waist against the counter.

“I wanted to wait until everyone had left the party before I told you how much I like you. But I guess you know. And I can’t wait that long. I have to…” His voice trails off as he looks at you longingly.

You decide to slide your hand further down his chest, and run your fingers over his bulge before tilting your head to the side a little to look up at him innocently.  

You see him take a sharp breath as you touch him there.

“Would it be considered unhygienic if I took you right here?” He suddenly says to you, moving his face very close to yours and brushing your lips with his. Your stomach flips.

“Yes, but I guess it depends on how baldly you want me.” You tease, pressing your crotch into his, which through the thin material of your jumpsuit could feel was big. And hard. And that seemed to flip a switch in Dan, because his eyes grew even more wild and suddenly, he crushed his lips to yours.

You instantly moan into his mouth and close your eyes, overcome with lust for this beautiful vampire who kissed like it was his superpower. His tongue worked against yours, and his lips definitely tasted of cherry. He took your bottom lip between his fangs and bit gently, looking down at you and smiling wickedly. He then quickly pulled the fangs from his mouth so as not to hurt you. You were out of breath already, he had made you dizzy from the passionate kiss alone. The boy really knew how to make a girl flustered. And really really horny.

“Please Dan.” You beg, kissing him gently but with heat. You roll your body against his and he is quick to react.

His hands move around the back of your thighs and he lifts you up onto the counter, you spread your legs and wriggle your fingers through his hair as he moves between you. His hands move to hold your face and his kiss deepens.

You can still hear the thumping music from the lounge, and regular laughter reminds you that you aren’t the only two in the flat. There’s every chance someone will need to come into the kitchen for something.You feel his hands grip at the back of your jumpsuit, by the zip, and his mouth moves to your neck, sucking on your soft skin, leaving his mark.

“Dan…. Your room…”, you say softly, rolling your head to the side as he kisses you. You grip onto his hips and break away from his lips to look at him. The fake blood on his chin had smudged around his mouth and his hair was sticking up in tufts. His black eyes still glittered wildly. You figured your make up had also gone everywhere, he was a passionate kisser.

“This way.” He says, lifting you from the counter and moving to stand behind you. His hands wrap round your middle and he guides you to the door, biting softly on the side on your neck as you open it. There’s no one in the hall, everyone is still in the lounge and Dan uses this to his favour as he continuously kisses your neck leaving faint bruises where his lips and teeth ground against you. You kick open his door, holding his hands in yours against your lower stomach.

Suddenly, he spins you round to face him and his lips smash into yours, swinging his hand back to hit the door closed without looking. He kisses you deeply as he walks you in his arms over to his bed. His fingers are at the top of your body suit, and you lift yours to tug at the string holding his cape around his neck, and it falls to his feet. Suddenly, you see his arms flex in his tight black top, and you hear a loud ripping noise. Then before you know it, you are stood in your underwear with your skeleton suit bunched around your feet. Dan licks his lips before grinning cheekily down at you in your matching black lace.

“It had a zip you know, crazy pants” you giggle at him, not at all caring he’d ripped your clothes off.. because he’d literally RIPPED your clothes off, and that was hot as fuck.

“Figured this was quicker”, he winks. In a second, he had pulled his top over his head, and was pulling at his jeans. You took the opportunity to kick off the suit at your feet and turn to check your reflection in the mirror. Yep, nearly all of your skull make up had rubbed off, either on Dan’s hands or Dan’s lips. But your hair was still fluffed and you’d worn your best underwear tonight, thank God.

You turn back around and see Dan stood in front of you in just his black boxers. His soft skin illuminated just by the soft orange light of the street lamp coming through his window. Your eyes rake over his torso, and you can’t help but bite your lip when your eyes reach his crotch. The bulge pressing hard against the material. He was big. You automatically felt a swirling sensation below.

You meet his black eyes again and bite your lip. You slowly walk into his body and press your breasts against him. Slowly shaking your hair over your shoulders, you then leave open mouthed kisses along his collar bones, tasting the tangy fake blood but not caring, because his skin tastes sweet underneath. He groans and his hand raises up to your bra strap, popping it open. His fingers move to the front of you and you lean back allowing him to run them down your now naked torso. His forehead connects with yours but you see he is looking down at your body.

He suddenly wraps his arms around your body and lifts you to his waist. You wrap your legs around him and you feel his hardness right against you. You gasp gently as you feel the swirling within you again, and you look at him with excited eyes. He roughly kisses you and takes a few steps towards his bed, before climbing on to his knees, and loosening his grip on you so you drop down onto the bed. The boy meant business.

He climbs over the top of you and lowers his chest to your breasts, closing his lips around your nipple. The sensation makes you arch your back. Your hands run down his back and you unintentionally wrap your legs around his lower back, your body clearly wanting him closer to yours. You inhale deeply and take in his smell, which was a beautiful cocktail of his Paco Rabanne cologne, his musky body wash and the slightest edge of sweat. You scrape your fingernails down his spine and groan into his hair, he gets the message.

His leans up and strong hands lift your hips before his fingers grab at the lace separating you from him. He slowly slides them down your thighs but you lightly kick and he lets out a deep, sexy laugh at your impatience. God, that laugh. He tosses your underwear aside before pulling his own down over his thighs, and you see him smile out the corner of your eye at you looking at him there, naked in front of you, for the first time. You let out a few heavy breaths. Now you’ve seen him you know you really really want him. He leans over to his bed side table and pulls out a condom, ripping it with his teeth and rolling it over himself. You reach your hands up and he practically falls back down on you, between your legs as your hands tangle in his hair once more.

He kisses you strongly, and rolls his hips against yours. You moan out properly for the first time as you feel your own wetness gliding along his length, it felt so good.

He kisses you again, his tongue running along your lips and he signs into your mouth, before you feel him adjust himself on his elbows either side of your shoulders and he rolls into your hips once more. This time however you feel him slowly slide into you and you drop a hand from his hair to grab on to his bed sheets, overwhelmed by his size.

“You okay baby?” He asks you gently, his eyes searching yours for any signs of pain or regret.

“Yes” you reply breathlessly. “So..okay”, you promise. You felt no pain, like you’d heard about. You just felt electricity. All the way to your toes.

He grins against your mouth and kisses your strongly, and then starts to move. Slowly at first, and you hold him as he grinds himself against you. You moan out occasionally and thats when he starts to move faster. He moans out again and you whimper against his lips when you feel him hit your g-spot and pleasure crashes over you like a tsunami. The thrusts get stronger, harder, more frequent, and you start to naturally grind your hips up into his until you feel heat building within you, and you tilt your head back as he tucks his into your neck.

“Da-dan!” You cry out, unable to say anything else as you feel it build layer by layer. You squeeze your eyes shut, certain you’re about to fall over the edge, when you hear him groan out-

“Ffffuck Y/N”

And with those two words, you explode into a million pieces beneath him. Your hips and thighs quivering against him as he tenses against you, reaching his climax too. His breathing deep and ragged as he gives you an open mouthed rough kiss against the side of your mouth before gently pulling out and collapsing on your chest. You hold him for a few minutes, both of you regaining a breathing pattern and allowing your heart rates to return to normal. He is the first to speak

“Jesus Christ. That was incredible. Please be mine.” He whispers.

Your heart flutters again, and you tilt up his head with your finger to look into his dark, but now soft eyes.

“I’m never going to be anyone elses.” You reply. Never feeling so certain of anything. He meant everything to you and you now knew it. He leans up a little and kisses you gently, before sitting back on his heels and sliding his hands under your back. He pulls you up to face him and holds you against his skin.

“Shall we go re-join this party of mine?” He laughs. Touching his forehead to yours as you smile against his lips.

“I may need to borrow some clothes…” you whisper.

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A few minutes later you were dressed in Dan’s black t shirt with the stars around the collar, and a pair of his black sweats. He had managed to find all of his vampire outfit and smoothed down his hair a little before taking your hand and leading you back out of the room towards the lounge.

“Wait, let me grab my drink Dan, I was meant to go into the kitchen to find a straw”, you say quickly, darting through the door and picking up your rum and coke, along with the packet of green straws next to it.

You turn back around and follow Dan through to the lounge, where the music and laughter was still as loud and as happy as ever.

“There you are!” You hear Phil say. “We’ve been waiting to play some halloweeney games!”

You emerge from behind Dan and try to give him your most innocent smile.

“Found the straws.” You hold out your hand and he takes them from you, but instead of looking at you, he looks down at your body.

“Y/N what happened to the skeleton?!” He asks you, rather naively. And then you see his facial expression change as he looks between you and Dan. “And the face paint…” He raises his eyebrows at you both, giving you a knowing look, and just grins at you both. “Didn’t waste any time did you.”

Dan gives him a light punch on the arm. “Shh idiot. Lets play some games.” He walks over to the coffee table and you begin to follow before Phil holds your arm.

“You’ve got a little fake blood on your lip” he says softly to make sure no one else hears.

“Thanks” You whisper back, raising the back of your hand to your mouth and rubbing harshly to make sure you get it all. He smiles at you and turns around to join the group of people forming a circle to face the middle of the room. PJ places the Cards Against Humanity box on the table and excited chatter starts as you join Dan on the sofa. No one notices (or chooses to say anything) about your change of clothes and you relax at his side. After a few seconds, you feel his warm hand find yours underneath the material of his cape, and you intertwine your fingers.

Your vampire, from now until always.

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Rock You Like A Hurricane

Master List 

Request: First, I adore your writing and spent several hours reading your fics. But here’s my ask: I was listening to Rock You Like a Hurricane and thought to myself, I bet this is a song Bucky would listen to. Could you do a fic with Bucky and a woman somehow involving that song? Thank you!!! @soldierspetangel

A/N: Sorry I have been kinda MIA lately but I was busy spending time with a friend I don’t get to see much as she lives in Europe. I am working on @casey101silly ‘s request currently and thinking about writing some dom!steve x reader smut too. Sorry I have taken so long to write your request and I hope you like it @soldierspetangel!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smut, trouble processing and discussing emotions, song fic(Is that a warning?)

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“Just tell him Y/n,” Nat grunts as she attempts to swipe your legs out from under you, which you thankfully jump over. “I’ve seen how you guys look at each other. It’s so obvious he likes you and vice versa.” Nat states as you duck away from one of her punches. You sign for a time out and walk towards the bench to grab a drink of water and wipe off your sweaty forehead.

“It’s not that simple Nat. You know how I am when it comes to emotions.” You mutter taking a swig of water.

“So why don’t you do that song thing you and Bucky always do? That’s how you communicate how you feel with each other, right?” Nat suggests. She was right about that one. Both you and Bucky were terrified of your emotions, fearing to get close to people and lose them or have them betray your trust. You had began to use music to communicate with each other, it was the easiest way for the both of you to express your emotions.

You were abandoned by your parents when you were five and then you lived in several abusive foster homes until you ran away when you were nine on the streets until you met Connor McAlister. That was how you got your powers, Connor was an experimental scientist and he gained you trust before he decided to experiment on you when you were fifteen. He had taken you in when you were ten years old and spent the next four years grooming you to do whatever he sad, making you trust him. When you were fourteen he locked you up and began experimenting on you. The painful experiments gave you telekinesis, the ability to fly and breathe underwater. S.H.I.E.L.D. had discovered what Connor was doing to you and others, you were the only one that lived through the experiments. Clint and Nat found you when you were seventeen and had been training you ever since. You had been with them for almost five years now.

“Yeah maybe you’re right.” You murmur gathering your things and walking towards the door.

“Of course I’m right. Now go tell him what you want. I suggest Rock You LIke A Hurricane.” She shouts with a chuckle as you shake your head and start towards the elevator. Maybe Nat was right, plus you did love that song.

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After you shower you put on your best bra and underwear, black lace. You call Nat and Wanda to help you pick out something to wear. Nat chooses the dress she made you buy last time you went shopping, it was a very short dress, the kind that barely covered your ass and it was blood red, it showed off your cleavage perfectly and hopefully it would leave Bucky drooling.

“Guys I’m not sure about this.” You mutter as you look at yourself in the mirror. Wanda had done a perfect smokey eye and Nat had done your hair, curled half up half down. The bra you had on pushed your breasts up and displayed them perfectly.

“Just text Bucky and tell him you need to talk when he walks in play the song and he’ll be putty in your hands. You look gorgeous.” Nat says handing you your phone. Her and Wanda hover until you send the text for Bucky to meet you in your room. He responds immediately saying he’s on his way. Nat and Wanda high five before they leave but prior to them leaving they make you swear not to chicken out.

“Y/n/n?!” Bucky calls sounding worried as he knocks, loudly, on your door. You open the door and let him in before starting the song.

It’s early morning, the sun comes out

Last night was shaking and pretty loud

My cat is purring, it scratches my skin

So what is wrong with another sin?

“Y/n/n what’s going on?” Bucky asks eyeing you suspiciously as the song plays.

Here I am

Rock you like a hurricane

Here I am

Rock you like a hurricane

“Rock me like a hurricane Buck.” You whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. When he doesn’t respond you pull away and look up at him feeling vulnerable again. Bucky doesn’t even look at you he just sits there expressionless as though in shock. You feel tears burn your eyes. You should’ve listened to your gut and ignored Nat and Wanda. Bucky would never go for you. When you start to back away Bucky grabs your waist with his metal arm and pulls you tightly against him.

“Bucky look I’m sorry. I-I should’ve ignored Nat and known you could never want me.” You say trying to pull away as some stray tears escape.

“You’re wrong. I’ve been in love with you since the first song you played me. Do you want me to what did you say? “Rock you like a hurricane”?” He questions chuckling at your terminology.

“I love you too Buck.” You whisper as he claims your lips with his own. His hands slide your zipper down and slides your straps off your shoulders and peels the dress off your body. His hands linger on your hips as he slides you dress off you. He stands up and his eyes roam your body, he gasps as he looks at you. You begin to feel self conscious and try to cover yourself with your hands, causing him to growl.

“Never hide yourself from me doll.” He growls, grabbing you close and his mouth takes possession of yours. “Your mine now, right?”

“Yes Bucky.” You moan as his hand roughly squeezes your butt. He brings back his hand and slaps your ass, causing you to gasp and sending heat to your core.

“You don’t hide what’s mine from me.” He commands lifting you up and you wrap your legs around his hips. He carries you over to the bed before tossing you gently onto the mattress. Bucky peels his shirt off before unbuckling his pants and stepping out of them quickly. “My gorgeous girl. Do you want me to “rock you like a hurricane”?” He asks with a smirk.

“Yes sergeant.” You respond with a blush.

“Good girl.” He chuckles before laying down on top of you, he uses his metal arm to keep him balanced so he can hover over you. He trails soft kisses down your neck, between your breasts and down your stomach. You feel heat creep onto your skin as he kisses down to the top of your panties.

“I think we still have too many clothes on doll.” He whispers, leaning up to unhook your bra, once he has it off he tosses it across the room. He dips his head down taking your right nipple in his mouth, his teeth nip on the tender flesh, shooting dampness to your core.

“Bucky, please…” you beg. Bucky releases your nipple from his mouth before he flips you over and lands a soft, playful smack to your ass.

“What did you call me doll?”

“I’m sorry Sergeant.” You mutter into the mattress.

“What do you want doll?” He whispers to him.

“You.”

“Where?” Damn him he was gonna make you say it. “C’mon doll, I’m waiting.”

“In my pussy Sergeant.” You whisper softly, feeling your face heat up. You feeling his hands, one cool and metallic and the other warm and soft on your ass. His fingers slip inside the band of your panties.

“Lift your hips doll.” He commands gently. You comply happily feeling him slip your panties off. He rolls you over after he slipped off his boxers and he hovers above you. He glances up into your eyes, checking for your consent. You nod and he pushes into you slowly and gently.

“Fuck doll. You feel so good. Whose are you?” He demands as he increases his pace, his teeth scrape your neck before the come up to your ear and nip your earlobe.

“I’m yours Bucky! All yours.” You cry out as he hits your g-spot repeatedly and his metal fingers massage your clit, building the pressure.

“Cum for me doll.” Bucky demands continuing his hard pace and his skillful fingers rub your swollen clit. At his words you release, the spasm racking through your body. As your pussy clenches around him Bucky reaches his high and releases inside you.

When you come down from your highs Bucky eases out of you gently and rolls over and pulls you onto his chest. He wraps his arms tightly around you and places a soft kiss to your forehead. “Was that hurricane like enough for you?” He asks with a smirk.

“That was perfect Buck.” You say pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you y/n.” Bucky whispers into you ear.

“I love you too Buck.” You whisper back.

anonymous asked:

cat grant walks in on kara and reader having sex or making out or sexting at work at catco

Honestly? Wearing clothing to CatCo is futile if all Kara’s going to do when you get there is rip them off of you. It usually starts with her seeing you across the lobby on her way to get Cat’s coffee, sometimes she forgets the coffee all together and just pulls you into a storage closet.

Sometimes it’s when you come to drop off her lunch since she’s two departments over from you, she excuses herself to the bathroom which is code for ‘follow me to my office’ where you and her spend way too much time away from your respective positions for anything but a bathroom break.

Today Kara grabs you from your office for a supposed meeting with Ms. Grant. Everyone’s smirking at you and Kara’s face turns as red as her sweater. She takes you by the hand, not caring that your coworkers are snickering behind you both. She luckily nabbed a key for this departments meeting rooms since last time you complained that the walk to her office was too far last time.

She took you from your office about fifteen minutes ago, now? Now her lips were on your neck and she was reprimanding you with her fingers for letting your coworkers embarrass her like that.

She keeps using her free hand, the one that isn’t pinning you down to the glass table, to push in and out of your heat, causing your wetness to drip out onto the surface.

“Please,” you whine turning your cheek so that it makes contact with her nose. Kara’s annoyed that you moved, a growl coming out of her mouth as she moves lower. She bites into your shoulder, you’re hoping she didn’t break the skin but with the blood contrast to Kara’s face the answer isn’t what you want it to be.

“Told you bad girls get punished,” she smirks, wiping off her face with the sleeve of her sweater. It doesn’t matter because it’s red but you know Kara will be able to smell it all day, or at least until she gets home. Her fingers are still plunging in and out of you as she laps up the blood from her bite.

“Now,” she pauses, hovering over your lips, “are you going to go tell Paul in broadcasting that i’m not-”

A sudden jiggle of the doorknob and a figure that looks like Winn followed by one that looks like Ms. Grant enter the room, stopping you and Kara’s activities.

“Toyman Jr. you can leave, I’ll see to  these two myself,” Ms. Grant says, stepping forward. Kara’s fingers are quickly retracted from inside of you, you whine at the loss, Kara glares at you and you’re worried her heat vision is about to start.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pressing your face into Kara’s shoulder. She rubs your back before Ms. Grant scoffs and Kara steps away from you.

“No, sorry you’ll be when you and Kiera spend tonight and this weekend looking through my files from over a decade ago, looking for a response I’ve reassured myself I had deleted, but apparently had not.”

“But,” you begin to protest before Kara shoves you and Cat smirks in response. She leaves you be but takes Kara with her. When you head back to your desk everyone’s strangely silent.

“What?” you ask them.

“We heard about your actual meeting with Cat Grant,” says Paul.

“And that your girlfriend has a biting kink,” says Thomas.

You bury your face in your hands, hoping Kara heard none of that, but by the notification on your phone, you’re pretty sure she did. 

“forget it”//simon minter

request:  7 or 8 with Simon please for the drabbles

this is a bit shit sorry x 

another one for the drabble challenge 


You finally finished your story in between your hysterical laughs and you look up at your boyfriend waiting for a reaction. Strangely, he’s still staring at the screen in front of him as he edited a video. You frown in confusion, he usually loved listening to your crazy stories from night outs with your friends.

“Simon?” You call out, “did you hear any of that?”

It took him a minute to answer, but when he finally did, it was just a fake laugh and a half-hearted, “of course, babe! That was such a funny story.”

With a sigh, you sat up on his bed and crossed your legs. “Do you want me to go? You seem busy.”

“No, stay,” he quickly replied. “Tell me about your day.”

You hesitantly began to tell him about what you did that day before your boyfriend asked you to come over. You were halfway through telling him about the strange cat that refused to move out of the way of your car in the morning when you realised that Simon was, yet again, not listening.

“Simon? Are you even listening to me?” You asked, feeling extremely frustrated as you watched him furiously type on his phone.

“What?” He questioned, finally looking up at you.

Forget it,” you snap, gathering your things and swiftly moving towards his door. “You fucking suck.

Before you could leave, Simon grabbed your arm and spun you around. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been listening to you, I’m just a little distracted today.”

“Well, then I’ll just go,” you said, “call me when you’re less distracted.”

“No, I’m done now,” he insisted as he gently pulled you towards his bed. “So, again, tell me about your day.”

Vitruvian Man | MINSEOK

Genre: college!au fluff

Member: Minseok / Reader

Word Count: 1,600+

NOTE: this college!exo series is heavily inspired by THIS amazing edit by @pcyults


The sand was cold beneath your toes and you could feel the salt in the air combining with your hair, tying it together in knots that would be a task to untangle when you got back to your dorm room.

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Jimin - Dope Series

Originally posted by parxjimin

You were an artist without inspiration. Desperate to find something, you visit your best friend’s office in hopes of sparking something artsy - But you only find Jimin.

Genre: Fluff | Smut
Members: Jimin x Reader (feat. Taehyung)
Word count: 8414


Masterlist

Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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anonymous asked:

9

Whatever it is I didn’t do it.

“Shawn!” You yelled as soon as he answered his phone.

Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.” He said, not even saying hello.

You rolled youe eyes, looking at the blank sheet music that was scattered across the living room floor, along with assorted guitar picks. “So you didn’t leave your sheet music lying on the floor? Where the cat can just rip it up? Did it just appear there?” You asked, picking your kitten up off of the floor before she could destroy the papers.

“Oh, yeah, I might’ve done that,” Shawn said, blowing into the speaker of the phone and causing it to crack. “Sorry, I’ll put it away when I get home.”

(finishing up requests from last night; DON’T SEND ANY MORE IN PLS)