#i cant help wanting to tweak his face at least once a year

[bluegiragi]

messing around with simon's face again...

[bts-hyperfixation]

Taehyung, 2, 21, 27. Preferably a Smut with some angst and surprise me with the scenario. Could it be a mafia au?

Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year – 18+

Taehyung Mafia AU

Warnings: Anal play, definitely some unclean sex practices, unsafe sex, mentions of death threats

I am so sorry about how late this is!

“Look baby, I already said I’m sorry I’m not going to be home for Christmas.” Tae sighed rubbing his temples as you refused to turn back to face him. You’d been fighting over this for a while now.

“It’s not that you won’t be home for Christmas Tae. It’s that you won’t be back for your Birthday or New Years either and I’m sick of it!” you finally deign to look at him. It’s clear he is close to snapping at you, but you are tired of the shit. You knew it was going to be hard to be with him, especially after you found out what he really did for a living, but you weren’t going to let this one go. This year alone he had missed: valentine’s day, your graduation, your birthday, his mother’s birthday, and Halloween, and you would be damned if he missed the next three holidays as well.

“You know damn well there is nothing I can do about this Y/N! You need to just drop it.” He huffs fixing you with his most intimidating stare. Unfortunately for him, you became immune to that look a long time ago. He was scary man to everyone else, but to you he would always be a teddy bear. It was long established he would never hurt you. You just stared right back. Your own evil glare far more threatening.

“I bet you could do something. You’ve never even tried! You are at his beck and call regardless of the day or time. I bet if we ever actually got round to setting a wedding date, he would call you away from the alter and you’d just fucking go.” Something akin to hurt flashes across his face but you don’t stop. “Namjoon cannot be your be-all and end-all Tae, one day you are going to have to be a big boy and make a decision for yourself.”

“What do you want me to do Jagi? Do you want me to let Namjoon shoot me for not being there? He will you know, shoot me dead, or worse you. Look I was a stupid kid when I entered into this, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in. Namjoon calls I answer, or I die. That’s it no grey area.” His gaze softens when he sees the panic in your eyes, tears welling in the corners. The thought of Taehyung turning up dead because of you too much to handle. He reaches out his arms for you and you slot yourself in. You take a minute to inhale him, burying you nose into his jacket.

“I just miss you Tae.” Your voice muffled by his suit. He holds you tighter to him and kisses your head. He moves one hand to smooth down your hair.

“I know Y/N-ah I miss you too, but we have tonight so let’s make the most of it.”

A short while later you are wrapped up on the sofa. Taehyungs arm is wrapped lazily around your shoulder as you lean into him, trying to forget that he won’t be there in the morning. The hours tick by and episodes of the show on the tv keep ending. The two of you are fast asleep in one another’s arms. By the time you wake up the world is way too bright. You squint your eyes to look out the floor-length patio window.

“Tae… Taehyung wake up!” you tap at his arm panicked as he grumbles for you to leave him be ‘just a little longer’ “Kim Taehyung wake your ass up. I think we are snowed in…” his eyes snap open at that. Fear registering on his face when he sees the two feet of snow that was still growing. He glances at his phone.

*3 missed calls Namjoon*

NJ: Where are you?

NJ: You’re late

NJ: Don’t make me take away your little toy to regain your attention.

NJ: Kim Taehyung if you do not respond to me, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. DON’T make me.

He hides the screen from you a little too late. Bile rises in your throat, but he sends you a reassuring look as he rings back Bangtan’s leader.

“This better be good.” You hear through the receiver.

“Hyung, I’m sorry I’m not there. It appears I’m snowed in. I’ve spent the last few hours trying to figure a way out. The windows are too protected and the doors all open outward. It appears we did too good a job fortressing my home from others that even I can’t get around it.” You hear a low grumble come from side of the phone as Taehyung’s boss considers the excuse.

“I can’t spare anyone to bail you out… as soon as your free make your way here… I’ll be checking in.” with that the line goes dead. You both let out a breath in relief and settle back into the warmth of one another.

“Looks like I’ll be home for Christmas after all.” Taehyung says trying to break the silence.

“Guess I’ll have to think of a present to give you now…” you joke, untangling yourself from him and the blanket. You sway your hips a little too much as you move away.

“I think you might be my present.” He licks his lips as he stares at your bum.

“I don’t know? Shouldn’t you be looking for a way back to your Joonie?” you tease bending over more than necessary to pick something up off of the floor.

“Looking at the snow, I just don’t think there is anyway for me to possibly escape until after my birthday… New Years even?” he makes a big show out of being disappointed, but he can’t stop the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“No, no, you should at least try.” You turn back to face him, batting your eyelashes in the most overexaggerated way you could. Your arms pull in a little to accentuate your cleavage.

“Keep doing that and your gonna end on the naughty list.” He growls, abandoning his ruse mush quicker than you.

“I don’t know what you mean baby. You really really should try to get back to Namjoon, I imagine Bangtan’s entire operation is going to shit with out you.” You casually check your nails, attempting to look bored.

“I just got handed a get out of jail free card. I’m going to use it.” He fireman lifts you off the floor and spanks your arse. You squeal and wriggle but its no use. He throws you on to the bed, barely giving you a moment to recover before he is discarding his shirt and straddling you. His mouth latches on to your throat leaving blooms of purple all over the exposed skin. He is ruthless in his marking, needing the world to know that you are his, even if that world will only be you and him until the snow melts.

You whine as he nibbles at the most sensitive area of skin right below your ear. You can feel his satisfied smirk against your skin.

“Still want me to try to get back to work?” he teases. You just wrap your hands in his hair and pull his mouth to yours. Tugging at his curls, you don’t let him go until you can’t breathe anymore. You weren’t exaggerating when you said you missed him. it’d been a long time since the two of you had been intimate. He hovers above you for a moment. His signature boxy grin plastered on his face. He takes all of you in. Hair splayed underneath you, blush colouring your cheeks, lips plump from the kiss. Perfect. Perfect and his.

“What?” you can’t read what he is thinking. Having gone from full on to heart-eyes in a matter of seconds has you extremely confused.

“Let’s set a date. I’ll tell Namjoon to go fuck himself, just pick a day and I’m all yours.” He nuzzles back into you waiting for an answer.

“May, just as the weather gets better.”

“Deal.” His lips return to yours, this time it’s much softer. All his love for you going into this one kiss. “Now let me ruin you.” He pulls at the hem of your t-shirt, dissatisfied when it doesn’t immediately come off. He rips it away instead. You pout a little at the loss of a good shirt, but he draws your attention back quickly. Hot opened mouth kisses trail up your stomach from your navel to your bare chest. His tongue circled one of your nipples, flicking the sensitive bud until its standing at attention. He tweaks it between his fingers making you grimace at the pleasurable pain.

“Please Tae…” you moan

“Please what jagi? How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me.” His feigned innocence dripping in his tone.

“Please Tae I need you.”

“Need me where?” he is practically laughing at how desperate you sound.

“I need you to shove your tongue so far inside of me I see stars.” Not a man to need to be told twice he dives straight between your legs. He makes quick work of your pants and underwear. You bend your legs and angle your hips towards him. You can feel the vibrations of his laugh flutter against you as he brings his lips to your core licking up your arousal before setting to work. He wraps and arm over your hips to stop you from writhing underneath his touch. So sensitive from not having his touch in so long. You cant help the jolt as his tongue slips from between your folds to between your cheeks, playing with the tight ring of muscles there.

“Tae” you try to make it sound like a warning, but it comes out more of a whine.

“You said you needed my tongue inside of you. You didn’t say where inside of you. You need to be more specific with your wording baby.” He doesn’t give you chance to respond before pushing into your hole. You keen at the sensation. The arm that was holding onto your waist makes its way to your clit, rubbing lazy circles in the opposite direction. He keeps the pressure just like that for a little while, lulling you into a false sense of security. You settle down and enjoy the lazy pleasure. You should’ve known better. Once your guard is down, two of the fingers from his free hand thrust inside of you. He curls his fingers, immediately finding the most vulnerable part of you. He takes his tongue away from you so he can watch as your face crumples in pleasure.

The orgasm that had been slowly building in the pit of your stomach is suddenly about to be ripped out of you. Your back arches as another finger stretches you out, inching you over the edge. His tongue returns between your cheeks as you ride out your high, pushing yourself down on the fingers he has left inside of you.

“God, I hope this snow never melts.” You pant

“Me too,” he tries to move back up and kiss you, but you push his face away.

“Oh hell no, you need to go brush your teeth before we go for round two. Next time warn a girl before you do that.” You laugh as he grumbles climbing off of you with an evident tent in his slacks. He shuffles fake dejected into the bathroom.

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[citygirlinschool]

Breaking Bad

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~

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” 

“I have got two research papers pending, I am falling behind on my thesis and I have to submit Mr D’s essay on Monday. So yes, I am not coming.” Frank resisted the urge to physically pick up the boy from his bed and throw him out. 

He could if he wanted to. Leo was a tiny slip of a thing, all wild curls and ADHD. And gods did the boy tempt him to do some serious bodily harm to him.

“Come on man you haven’t come to a single party since well... ever. This one is supposed to be real rager.” 

With a jerked motion he stood up from his desk, threw his door open and marched towards the kitchen. 

“Is that supposed to be a No?” There was ruffling of sheets and Oh my Gods he was wearing shoes the whole time.

His eyes twitched and he slammed the glass on the counter with more force than necessary. A drink, that’s what he needs.

“Mixed signals buddy.” And there he was in all his flannel glory, and those hideous pun t-shirt (Never trust an atom, they make up everything). Never would he have guessed the devil would be a elf in science pun t-shirts. 

“No, Valdez. I am not coming to your rager party.” He made towards the refrigerator.

“Whatever man your loss.” 

There was an audible slam of the door as the fridge door fell of it’s hinges and over a startled Frank, followed by a crash of food spilling on to the floor.

“LEO!” 

~

“So, what was it this time?” 

“He broke the fridge.” Frank stabbed his food gloomily.

“And?” Percy waved a ketchup covered fry.

“He fixed the AC.” Frank mumbled.

“That’s good right?” 

“After he broke it.” He snorted.

Percy was in the year above him. Swim team captain and marine biology major. They met by accident and hit it off immediately.

They made it a point to meet in the dinner near the college campus once a week, or when they could.

“What else?” he drawled lazily, and Frank would feel guilty about turning all these meetings into venting sessions, except Percy wasn’t the type to entertain people just because it’s polite, so he probably didn’t mind.

“He brought someone back to the dorm. Again. Some blondie, Maria. This is the third this month. And it’s distracting, and I have told him clearly to bring someone when I am gone… How does he even land these many?” 

“He is kinda cute?” Percy shrugged.

Frank pulled a face. “He has a horrible track record. Can you believe he flirted with Ms Grace?” 

“To be fair he flirts with everybody. I don’t think it counts.” 

“Still. That’s the Thalia Grace.”

 “Touché. Talked to the Dean?” 

“Jason said, only Octavian is vacant. And that guy is… creepy.”

Percy nodded solemnly. “Heard he guts plush toys to some cult god he worships.” 

Frank looked at him wide eyes, and just like that Leo was forgotten. 

At least until he reached back to his dorm. 

“Frankie! You are back.” Leo flashed him his infuriating smirk that he knows gets on his every nerves. “Hazel was just leaving.” And that asshole turns to her, ��Until you changed your mind and decided to stay.” 

He flirts with everybody; it doesn’t mean anything. Percy’s voice echoed warningly in his mind.

Hazel flushes, and looks down. Those flawless curls hiding reddened cheeks. “Thanks for the offer but I can’t stay past curfew.” 

“Aw.” Leo leans forward, “That’s not a no.” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Don’t be stickler for rules, get that enough from Frankie boo here.” 

This time Frank’s cheeks heat up. “Leo.” He hopes he would stop.

“Fine, Fine. Goodnight, Hazel.”

“Bye, Leo.” She presses her books to her chest, and Frank shuffles hurriedly to the side as Hazel moves past him.

He slams the door once Hazel is past. 

“So,” Leo straightens from where he was leaning against the wall. “Somebody has got a crush.”

“Don’t.”

“Cant blame you, she is a real looker.” 

“Oh, come on, don’t play.” He stalks back towards his room, his back toward the Latino. “You already knew that.” 

“I did?” there it is again, the annoying mocking tone he didn’t bother dignifying with a reply. But that didn’t deter Leo from barging in his room behind him either.

“I mean, were all those lectures ignored in the favour of staring at the back of her head, and doodling H+F in the back of your notebook, did give me an inclination but thought they stood for Himbo plus- “ 

“Shut up, asshole.” He whirled around. “You know I freaking liked her.” He stalked towards him. 

“Oh yeah like how you knew my Chatelier’s experiment made twelve percent of my grade?” 

“I apologized for it.” He spit back in his face, grabbing his forearms. 

“That doesn’t make up for it, jerk.” He hissed back.

Blood roared in his veins, drowning out any further jabbing remarks from the squirming boy in his arms.

Gods the things he would do to shut him up. 

“-and would you please let me go, I am pretty sure this counts as phys- Mmph! ” 

He kissed him. That annoying fucking mouth, with those pretty fucking lips. He bit on his lips tugging at them, pressing that tiny body against his.

He kissed him. Fuck.

Frank stumbled back in horror. “Shit I am sorry, I didn’t- “ 

“Oh no.” Leo lunged at him, and he stumbled back in surprise, catching his hips. “You would be sorry when I am done with you.” 

Harsh demanding lips pressed against him, a sharp nip and the metallic tang of blood spilled on his tongue, making him curse.

The heels of Leo’s feet dug in his back, “Bed, bed, bed!” He panted, slim but strong fingers tugging at his hair painfully, tilting it back. He grabbed his lips in another kiss that had his dick aching in his pants.

Frank stumbled blindly towards his twin bed, his hands groping the Latino’s ass, as they both fell on the congested bed in tangle of limbs.

Leo’s hand left his hair and trailed over his collar, clever fingers making a quick job of his shirt, hips shamelessly grinding in his abdomen. 

“Come on, man, get naked.” He ran his fingers over his chest, tweaking his nipples.

“Leo.” He pulled back, “Aren’t we going a bit fast.” 

Leo’s lips pulled back in a condescending sneer, “You sure you wanna be a cock blocker.”

His hand snaked down to the bulge in his pants, and he involuntarily humped forward into the pressure.   “I already hate you enough.”

That was a reminder enough. The clothes were gotten rid of in a flurry of uncoordinated limbs, and broken buttons, until a very naked Frank, had a very naked Leo in his lap. 

He dug his teeth into the hollow of his collar bones, and Leo hissed, but didn’t stop the wild rhythm of his hips. Frank’s hand squeezed the ample flesh in his hands and parting them. 

The head of his cock slipped between them, sliding over the fuzzy hole.

Leo’s hips stuttered, and he exhaled shakily, fingers digging in his shoulders hard enough that Frank knew they would leave welts.

“Lube? Tell me you have lube” his voice was so deep; it had his cock twitching.

“Top drawer, in the back.” He mumbled, leaning back until he was laying down as Leo stretched over him, searching his drawer.

He couldn’t help but mouth over his well formed abdomen, for his deceptively short stature he was strong. Lithe muscles and surprisingly broad shoulders. 

Fuck he hated him so much.

There was a click of lube opening, as Leo pulled back, his fingers dripping with lube.

He leaned forward, one hand beside his head while he reached behind him.

Frank knew the exact moment Leo’s fingers breached him. His eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched and his breathing became a tad bit heavier. 

He reached up, pressing a sweet almost a innocent kiss against his lips, and for a moment Leo let him. 

“Let me do it.”

And just like that Leo pulled away. 

His weeping cock bobbed proudly between his supple thighs, his dusky nipple looked raw and abused, there was a myriad of hickies littering his chest and his hair was wilder than usual. 

Yet, that jerk had the audacity to smirk mockingly at him.

“Not your girlfriend, Zhang. So don’t treat me like it.” he must have done something inside him cause his eyes fluttered for a moment. “Besides- Ah” his back arched, “we are doing this by-mmh- my rules, cause clearly you are as clueless in this-Ah!”

“What is your problem.” Frank had jostled his fingers out of him as he flipped them over. “I am just trying to be nice.” He snarled.

“No what you’re trying to do.” A lube covered finger smeared across his neck, “is fucking coddle me.” He spat.

“I am not coddling you.” He glared indignantly at the infuriating boy underneath him.

“Oh yeah? What is this? Fucking me? Please, you are not even in me.” He sneered mockingly.

“I am- I don’t –” Leo mercifully cut his spluttering off with a kiss.

“God I didn’t know I had to just spread my legs to get underneath your skin.”

He would have tried replying, except Leo had wrapped his lubed up hand around his dick, slicking it up with quick efficient strokes, and Frank had been so painfully hard all this time all he could do was helplessly jerk forward into the warm wet hole, until Leo tightened his grip. “Don’t come.” He warned, as he guided him to his stretched hole.

Frank to his dying day would deny the sound he emitted when his head slipped in.

A loud unashamed sound, as his head dropped onto Leo’s shoulder, as he panted harshly. Leo was tighter and hotter then anything he had ever felt before. And so deliciously soft.

He wouldn’t have been able to stop the unrelenting rolls of his hips as he pushed deeper if he wanted to.

Like he had no control over his hips, he pushed in inch after inch, as Leo’s back arched off the bed until Frank bottomed out.

For a moment Frank could just lay still and shiver so as to not bust a nut, Leo as so tight around him, it was probably painful for him.

“Move, move, move, jackass.” Or maybe not.

“Oh, gods fuck me, or I am gonna fuck up your laptop and not repair- Oh yesss!” Leo’s eyes rolled back in his head, as Frank pulled out almost all the way and then pushing in rapidly. 

“Why can’t you shut up for a moment.” Frank picked up his pace. “For once –mmh” his nipped at his ear, “just shut up- ah fuck- and moan.” 

“Maybe- mmph- Maybe if you put all that beef - oh Dios- and man boobs (he gripped said boobs) to use than I will.” 

Frank dug his teeth right below his ears, just shy of tearing skin, but definitely marring the skin, as he readjusted his grip, hooking his hands underneath his knees and practically folding the twink (because that’s what Leo fucking Valdez is and Frank is tired of lying) in half. 

He must have hit his prostrate with the deeper angle cause Leo made a he- would- never- admit- it- but- adorable high-pitched sound, his hands flying between his legs, except Frank slapped it away and wrapped his own hand around his flushed, almost painfully purple cock.

Much to his pleasure Leo hooked his own hand underneath his knees, holding himself open.

“Didn’t know” he panted, “all it took was a good dicking down to shut you up.” 

Leo’s eyes opened up to slits, in what he thinks is a glare, but it is hard to take him seriously on good days, even harder with his cock stupid bambi eyes, and drool covered chin.

Fuck! This is the hottest thing ever and Frank hates him so much.

Frank lost his carefully maintained rhythm, finally rutting in abandon. The bed creaked threateningly, the headboard banging fiercely with the force of his thrusts.

Paired with the slick sound of where Frank was jerking Leo off, slap of skin against skin and squelch of Frank fucking Leo, it sounded like a cheap porno.

Harsh breathing was littered with moans and litany of curses. There tongues ran sloppily against each other, Leo tweaked his nipples, clenching down on Frank as they both hurtled toward the peak like freight train.

The orgasm was a bang.

Literally. 

In hindsight, two fully grown men fucking on a barely hanging on twin bed was not the wisest plan. But what can he say? Leo brings out the worst in him.

“Did it?” Frank muttered tiredly. All he wanted to do was sleep.

“Get off.” Leo’s voice was slurred and strained, “You are suffocating me. And you are sleeping on the couch.” 

~

“What was it this time?” 

“The bed.” 

“Leo broke your bed?” 

“Something like that.” Frank mumbled.

[axelsagewrites]

Santana Lopez*Heartbreak Girl

A/N: ALL CREDITS TO THE SONG GO TO 5SOS. No, I didn’t write the song, glee didn’t write the song, it was all 5sos. But for the sake of this imagine they didn’t write heartbreak girl.

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“Dean, what were you thinking?” I yell frustrated at the screen when my phone starts buzzing.

Normally I would never pause supernatural but when Santana’s name flashed across the screen it was an instant reaction. “Whats up?”

“Not much” Lie. I can hear the sadness in her voice.

“Whats wrong? Are you crying?” She stays silent. My heart clenches but I ask “Is it, Brittany?”

“How could she move on like that?” She sobs. It hurts to hear Santana upset. It breaks my heart. Just as much as it breaks my heart that she loves someone else.

Santana complains and I try to console her but it's like a broken record, saying that her heart hurts.

“I'm never gonna get over her getting over it.” She sniffles.

“Don’t say that,” I tell her “You will. Time heals all wounds.”

 Whenever she phones because of Brittany she ends up crying. When they were still together I’d end up lying, saying that Brittany didn’t mean to hurt her, that they were great. Now I lie and say I'm happy for her when she gets another date.

And when the phone call finally ends, she says, "Thanks for being a friend," “No problem,” I tell her. But it feels like we're going in circles again and again when she says she’s going to get Brittney back,

then I'm left with silence when she hangs up. Why can't she see I could take away her pain. I don’t want to force her to like me but at least I can try and make her happy.

 The next day at school I see the two hanging out. It's sickening. I want to scream out that she could be with me. Later on, at lunch, she pulls me aside. “Do you think Brittney would give us another chance or am I being crazy?”

I put on a fake smile “She’d be crazy not to.” I tell her what she wants to hear again. Her face lights up and I don’t know whether its worth it.

“Thanks. I need to find her then.” It's so frustrating. Especially since Brittney doesn’t deserve her. All she does is string her on. It's not fair. But I cant make someone fall in love with me.

 Later that night, she calls me again. “Hey, guess what?”

“Mmm, you finally started watching Supernatural?”

“You wish,” she huffs “No, I'm going on a date.” She squels.

My face drops. “That’s-that’s amazing!” I tell her, trying to sound excited.

“You don’t sound too happy?”

“Oh, um my otp are going through a breakup thing, no I'm happy for you.”

“Great.” I can hear the happiness in her voice. How am I meant to say something when it would take away her happiness?

Santana starts asking what she should wear and other things about her date. Luckily it isn’t with Brittney but I still don’t trust the girl she’s going with. I mean I'm pretty sure she's straight.

“Thanks. You're the best friend someone could ask for.” She tells me. My heart drops. Friend. What a cruel word. “Call you tomorrow to fill you in.”

At least I have the whole weekend to eat ice cream and feel sorry for myself “Yeah have fun.” I hang up and fling myself back onto my bed.

 The next day I don’t get a phone call. Or the next. When I try phoning her it goes to voicemail.

On Monday when I see her her face is like stone. “Hey,” she says but in a flat voice.

“What happened?” I pull her to the side of the corridor. “The date go badly?”

She shook her head “She’s straight. She also has a boyfriend who was there. If you get what I mean.”

“People disgusting.” I scrunch my nose up at the idea.

“At least I've got you.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and she leans on me.

I nod “Yeah, you’ll always have me.” Just not in the way I want. I think but never say.

 That day in glee I sat with Santana, as usual, but make sure we sit away from Britt. As Mr Shue talks Santana and I pass notes. We actually have this notebook we pass notes in. Its so we can look back at the end of the year. Plus if you have a notebook on your desk its a lot less conspicuous than a folded up piece of paper.

I don’t really pay much attention to Mr Shue but something that he says snaps me out of the notebook. “What about an original song?”

Suddenly my interest peeks and I find myself listening to every word carefully. I’d always liked the idea of writing songs. I don’t know why I just think it would be cool.

Most of the glee club disagree. “Isn't that a bit risky?” “Why change what we’re good at?” “Who here can even write?” Where just a few of the objections.

“Think about it” He yells over the scabbling club “It was just a suggestion. But I want every one of you to at least try. In fact, that’s this weeks assignment,” Mr Shue grabbed his marker and wrote on the board ‘write a song’. “At least write a lyric or a dance move or something.” He pleaded as everyone seemed to glare.

When we were walking out of glee everyone was complaining “How does he expect us to write a song? In a week?” Kurt whined.

“I don’t know but it seems kind of cool.” Everyone's head snapped towards me “What? I'm just saying, it might be fun.”

“I think your mistaking fun for annoying,” Quinn said.

“Forget I even said anything.”

 The week went by without anyone mentioning the songwriting. No one tried and if they did they aren’t admitting it. I did give it a go and I think it went ok.

As sappy as it is I based it on Santana. All week she was stuck in my head and it was therapeutic to write it out.

When Mr Shue asked if anyone tried you could hear crickets chirping.

 At lunch, I snuck away from the group to Mr Shue’s office. “Whats up (Y/N)?” He asked when I sat down.

I flipped through the pages of my notebook. “I wanted to talk about the songwriting thing.” He raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything. I never get this nervous. “Can you check this out? And be honest.” I handed him the notebook.

As he read it my stomach churned. After a couple of scrutinizing minutes, he said something “You wrote this?” I nodded “Its great” He grinned. I couldn’t stop myself smiling “If we just tweak a few things it will be perfect. Is this your first go?”

“I've tried a couple times but they never turned out that great.” I took my notebook back.

“We might be able to get Brad to help us with the music. Maybe some of the music clubs will help with the guitar. But I think this could be great.”

For 2 weeks I gave up half my lunch time to work on the song. Perfecting the lyrics, creating the melody and music. “Are you going to do this at glee?” Mr Shue asked after we finally finished the song.

“I don’t know.” I played with my fingers “ Won't they think its kind of lame?”

Mr Shue thought for a moment. “I've got an idea.”

 The next week the assignment was already on the board when we walked in; heartbreak.

The plan? Perform the song in glee and don’t tell them its an original. If they like it, tell them, if not say its from some weird band I found on youtube.

“(Y/N), your up next.” Mr Shue told me. I walked up, hiding my shaking hands, and handed the music sheet over to the music kids, despite them knowing it.

Mr Shue nodded to me before the music started.

“You call me up, it's like a broken record, saying that your heart hurts, that'll you'll never get over him getting over you.” I changed the pronouns about Brittney. I didn’t want Santana to know it's about her.

After the song, they all seemed to love it. “That songs amazing. How have I never heard it?” Rachel asked.

I rubbed the back of my neck “That’s cause I wrote it?” It sounded like a question. Being the dramatic group of people they were they gasped. Loudly. “What?”

“You wrote that song? For real?” Puck asked, clearly not believing me.

“Well, Mr Shue helped with the lyrics. And they,” I gestured to the music kids “did the music. Brad did the melody but yeah technically. I wrote about it.”

They kept asking questions for the rest of glee and everyone forgot about the assignment.

As everyone was leaving glee I heard Mr Shue call my name. “Whats up?” I ask as the last few people trickled out.

“When are you going to tell Santana?” He asked once the room was empty. My eyes widened. How did he know? “You kept looking at her. Plus everyone kind of knows you like her.”

“Everyone?” I groan. “Fuck.” I mutter “Wait no! Sorry, I mean-“

“It's fine.” He cuts me off. “I’ll let it slip if you tell her.”

“I don’t know. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“What if she does?” I look at the ground “You said it yourself, you could take away her hurt. Is it not selfish not to try if you think you could make her happier.”

“I don’t know.” I sighed.

“Think about it.”

 When I walked into the corridor it was mostly empty. But Santana stood, on her phone, leaning against the wall by the glee club. “Hey. What did Shue want?” She asked.

“Just talking about the song.” We started walking towards the exit since school was over.

“About that, whose the heartbreak girl?” I instantly went to start denying it before she cut me off  “Don’t even try it. Tell me so I know who to beat some sense into.”

I sighed and looked anywhere but her. “You.”

“What?”

“You!” I said louder, almost shouting.

She stayed silent for a moment “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you were happy. I didn’t want to ruin it. I didny even know if you liked me. Do you?” I looked at her, trying to be hopeful.

She looked confused, bewildered even “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it before.” I looked at the ground but she put her hand on my arm “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. What do you say, want to go on a date sometime?” She smiled lightly.

My face lit up “Yeah I’d love that.”

She chuckled. “Good. We’ll be like Cashton but better.”

“Impossible.”

[tachibubu]

Drip Drop [REQUESTED]

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Prompt: [ANON] gothammm can u do a oneshot where reader is jims v close niece or sth who has social anxiety and phobia of blood and then jim drags her into gcpd office where she forces her to be a cop (like in training?) and then unfortunately for her, jerome and the gang comes for a shooting and then she just hides smwr like undr the table and jerome sees and finds it cute but shes pale af cuz of all the blood and she cant say or do anything cuz of fear and social anxiety?

YAYYYY! My first request from being in tumblr for 4(?) days!!! I got this request from a person [Which that person wants to stay anonymous] and it was interesting to write! It took me awhile since I have to study on how to get in a Police Department for this one and some test required. I tweaked some minor stuff, hope you don’t mind! Also, before you say that Jim couldn’t have any niece because he doesn’t have a sibling (In my information, still haven’t watched Gotham fully.) this is an AU where either your mother or father is Gordon’s sibling. Also this is a female reader insert, I couldn’t do both genders in one go since I’m really strict to grammar even though my grammar isn’ really that great. Anyways hope you guys like it, and you too anon who requested this!

You went in to you and your Uncle Jim’s shared apartment, you could hear him cooking something as the aroma of the food hits through the air. You dropped yourself on the couch and wailed like a kicked puppy.

“Oh, (Y/N). Finally find a job?” you could hear some utensils where set.

“No luck Uncle Jim…”

You were Jim Gordon’s niece. Since your parents died from a homicide when you were still a wee child. Jim was the only relative accepted you and took you in. After him helping you throughout the incident, you both became a close duo. Now that you were in a legal age and haven’t entered to any college since you and your uncle couldn’t afford for it you decided to help the household by applying on an occupation. So far, all the interviews were a disappointment.

“Could you set the table?” Jim requested as you groaned but rose and carried on what the elder told you to do.

The both of you consumed the dish in peace for a while then Jim decided to break the silence.

“I could get you in at the GCPD as a police though since we are in need after the Maniax incident,” he lifted an eyebrow at you while chewing the food inside his mouth. You thought about it, it could raise your cash earning, yes. Plus, you do have an athletic history and could fire a gun, which Jim educated you for self-defense. But the major obstacle is that you were scared of blood, in other words you have hemophobia. That’s the con, but you were mentally humiliated being puppied by your uncle. You want to assist the household too, but this decision could cause you to be terrified to death. No, I could do this. You thought to yourself, this would make me stronger.

“I’m up for it,” you said returning eye contact.

Jim knew about this phobia of yours, he doubt that you would accept it but he was surprised that you acknowledged it. “Are you sure? There would be a bloody incident now and then, I know you want to help but you don’t know what will happen in every second or minute.”

“I’m sure of it.” He sighed then bowed his head a little to respect your choice.

“Well then I’ll prepare everything else, also you need to prepare about the LEE examination for it and at least have 70% above to pass. So, good luck kiddo.” He smiled at her then they proceeded to eat in silence. On that night you searched a lot of information for the test to raise your chances on passing.

The next day you and Jim were driving to the station, “My niece would like to apply.” He then advanced and gave your citizenship card and driver license, your high school diploma also to be checked by the woman on the counter. You were pretty apprehensive at this, having negative speculation every now and then. What if I did pass then saw blood throughout the job? I don’t even know if I would be able to pass this, I hope they like me… That’s some of the few anticipation that you have been deliberating to yourself.

It was going fine until several gunshots were heard; the worst thing is that it was “NEARBY”. The windows shattered and you squeaked in surprise and horror, some police were shot, which made your eyes expand.

Blood, all over.

You started to hyperventilate; your body was shaking fiercely. Your uncle led you to the other side of the counter and made you hide under the table at one corner. It was a good hiding place but you doubt it will last. He ordered to stay there and gave you a pocketknife to defend yourself. “I’ll be back, think of your happy place (Y/N)…” he was on pins and needles that you will lose consciousness and with your pale figure; it was obvious you weren’t fine. He grasped both of your hands and you focused on him, still shaking and sobbing. “Do what I told you (Y/N)---“

“Close your eyes, and think about positive things.”

He said hugging you; your six-year-old figure struck by a jolt at the sight of the cadaver of your parents in the kitchen. The floor was tainted in red and their eyes are dull. Police and medics can be heard rushing outside. Uncle Jim always told to you to do that when you sighted blood, and it always seemed to work. You trusted him that much.

“I’ll get you out of this, I promise.”

You urged your head to nod which worked and he smiled and ruffled your hair before sneakily went out of sight to see what’s happening. The girl that your uncle talked to you a few minutes ago was there laying nearby, now a carcass. There’s another police you can see near at your hiding place lifeless too. You felt light headed at this point. It was horrifyingly catastrophic.

And when you heard a happy whistling tune and footsteps, you hugged yourself firmly. Clutching the knife that your uncle gave you, you closed your eyes and did what your uncle told you. Think of happy thoughts, and trust him even though your heart was pounding by the trigger of your phobia and also fearing for you life.

The MANIAX was back after estimated two weeks and were up for some show, the group of mentally ill people decided to welcome one of the most entertaining yet foolish department of all time. Gotham City Police Department. Requested by the leader of the group, the one and only Jerome Valeska.

Jerome was whistling and slightly skipping while glancing anywhere if there are any alive preys still in sight for him to satisfy his hunger. While he walked he heard a whimper, he walked towards where he heard it and saw a girl hiding under a table. She was obviously scared; Jerome couldn’t help but think it was adorable. He started to near her, gun in hand in case the girl didn’t afford the entertainment he needed. When he was in front of her, kneels down. He noticed a knife in her fist.

“Boo!” he giggled. The girl suddenly by instinct stabbed him on his upper arm which was took him in shock. He noticed the girl got more scared, he didn’t knew if it was him or something else.

“S-sorry!” she gasped. “I, I… Scare! . Bl-Bl-Blood!”

“Not, not…. Kill, I pl-pl-please!”

He looks at her, as if she was a precious baby to be saved, not bothering the pain he felt on his shoulder. The blood flowed and the girl whimpered at the sight of it and at the sight of the well-known psychopath. This made him smile at how adorable she was, he thought. He liked her instantly. Maybe he should keep her alive and play with her for a little while. It would be interesting enough for him; besides if she gets boring he could kill her instantly. But something about her that made Jerome uneasy, a feeling or an emotion he couldn’t put into which he just shrugged off.

“Don’t worry doll,” he said and puts a hand behind her head and pushed her onto his chest and cradled her. “Now close your eyes, drop the knife and put your hands around me.” You still cried but managed to do what he said and embraced him even though she could feel the phobia rush in as she felt the sticky blood touching her arm. But she didn’t bother it, she was a facing a killer and she was exhausted. That’s a downside. She felt her world being dim and darker in every blink. Her breath seemingly slowed down. Before she could pass out, she could hear the psychopath’s comforting voice once again.

“Now, now doll. I’ll protect you for now on.”

[prince-of-humbug]

Coffee Shop

Lark goes over his set in his head, making last minute adjustments as he tweaks the center left peg of his uke. It’s a Thursday night and the shop isn’t terribly crowded. Cillian sits in the table closest to the stage, as usual; it’s been almost a year since Lark started playing at the local shops around town, and he’s never missed a performance. He’s still wearing his clothes from work, the sleeves of his plaid shirt rolled up to the elbow, and an untouched cup of heavily creamed coffee sits on the table by his left hand. He flashes Lark an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. Lark smiles back, a little shy.

This particular shop he’s been to most. It’s not especially big, but it’s close to home, has a comfortable vibe, and he likes the staff. They give him free coffee.

The barista is a short redhead named Éowyn with more piercings than Lark is able to count. She holds a cup out over the counter, and a man at the bar stands to go retrieve it. There’s a flirtatious tilt to his lips as he reaches for the cup, his fingers intentionally brushing the barista’s, but the look changes suddenly as he looks down at the cup.

He says something indignantly in French as he walks away. Lark cant see what’s written on the cup, but he does spot the swirl of what looks like a steaming poop emoji on the styrofoam between Claude’s fingers. The barista catches Lark staring and smirks before going back to her work. Lark counts himself lucky to have only had his cup decorated with stick figure birds.

Lark leans closer to the mic to introduce himself, but stops at a clatter from the back of the shop. Three large-sized cups of coffee have toppled from the table, their contents splattering over the faux-wood floor. The young boy at the table makes an aggravated sound and is forced to abandon his stack of SAT-prep books in order to clean up the mess. From the table beside him, the girl Lark recognizes as the shop owner’s daughter snorts with laughter. She usually comes in during the night shift to flirt with Éowyn, always wearing sunglasses and sipping from a flask she keeps tucked in her cleavage.

There is someone who at least seems to take pity on the poor student: a smartly dressed man in a dark suit, who kneels beside the mess and offers a handful of napkins. The student looks at him warily, but accepts the help.

Lark clears his throat and tries again. As he starts to strum the opening chords of the song, the bells over the door jingle. A dark shape slips in and takes a seat at the table closest to the exit. He wears a black hoodie and slouches in the chair with his back to the stage, but Lark is sure it’s the same teenager he’s seen the last three times he’s played here, the one who tossed a wrinkled single into the hat at the front of the stage before darting out the door. Lark is sure he’s seen him outside of the shop too - curled up on a flattened cardboard box in the narrow alley by his apartment. He never orders anything, and he always leaves not long after Lark finishes for the night.

Lark plays the first half of his set, and a few of the shop’s patrons applaud politely. Lark smiles and thanks them. While he takes his break, a different singer takes the mic - another regular of the shop, whose thick brogue gives a charming feel to his whole act. Lark hums along under his breath as he carries his things to Cillian’s table. Cillian reaches for his hands once they’re free, and Lark squeezes his fingers.

“I’ll be right back,” Lark says. He takes the few meager bills from his hat and goes to the counter.

“The crema is one of life’s greatest joys,” the French man is saying as he leans against the counter, watching the espresso drip from the machine with disdain. “Not that I expect Americans to understand.”

Éowyn rolls her eyes and turns to Lark. “On us,” she says, when Lark hands her the money for a regular latte and fruit pastry. He stuffs the money in the tip jar. She puts extra whipped cream on his latte, and when she hands the cup to him he sees a smiley face drawn on the side.

“Oh, how nice. He gets a smile and I get this tas de merde.”

“And next time it will be a slimy frog.“

Lark takes his order and goes to the table closest to the door. The boy tilts his head a little but the hood covers most of his face still.

“I thought… maybe you’d want something to eat.” Lark sets the plate and cup down on the table, the smiley face turned toward the boy.

There’s no response. If anything, the boy sinks further into his chair. He has headphones in, but there’s no sound coming from them. Lark hesitates a moment, then touches his shoulder. “Thanks for coming to listen,” he says. Then he makes his way back to his own table.

But not before a mumble reaches his ear: “you… sing nice.”

Lark’s still smiling when he takes his place on stage again. He plays the next half of his set.

When he leaves after Lark’s last song, there’s nothing but crumbs left on the boy’s plate.

[foreverbettie]

Because: Meth.

For four years he had been my drug of choice. For two months I hadn’t seen him. I hadn’t heard his voice.

Oh, how I ached for him. Being away from him was no further from wrapping a noose around my own heart but I knew I had to run then. If I hadn’t, he was sure to drop the board from under my feet. My heart was dying everyday, begging him to show me a twinkle of love. Everyday, he denied me. Everyday, I came closer to taking my own life. I had plans in everyway you could think of. I swore to myself I would find a way for my kids to be taken care of. I was sure of it, as long as I didnt have to bear the heartache anymore. My son would live with his father and my daughter would stay with him. He didnt love me. He didnt need me. He didnt want me. I was merely there to care for the children while he fed his addiction. Without me, it was just the two of them and that sounded so much more like the life what he wanted.

I hated the thought of him there. With no one on the outside to talk to. No visitors. No money on his books. No money on his phone. He sat there with bare minimum. The longer he was there, the more my brain twitched and told me to save him. You did this to him, it would say. You left. You put him there. You took away the only things in his life that could truly save him. NO! I would counter back. He did this. He hurt me. He hurt us.  He hurt ALL of us and never did anything to help himself. He did this. I kept pushing that other voice down further into my stomach to dissolve anything that spewed a hint of of second guessing.

He wasn’t free, which in itself is a sad idea. From a birds eye view, to be locked in a cage without means to escape is nearly animalistic. Put into a much closer perspective however, he was more free than he could have ever been on the outside. The devil wasn’t able to walk so closely beside him. There was nearly no whispering left nor taunting of evil in his face. Freedom (as pretty as it sounds) in the hands of a broken spirit, turns privilege into power of self destruction.

Each day that passed I twisted inside knowing that he was the only man I had ever fallen in love with with every single part of my heart. All others failed to come close to anything that gave my heart exactly what it wanted. I thought I loved them but I always questioned. There was always a part of me that was unsure. Not with him. There wasnt a single cell inside of me that ever once denied it. So each day I was frantically sending messages from my head hoping they would travel through some magic beam passed the jail walls like: How long do you think I can keep this up? Why did you make me put this mask on? Why do I have to pretend I’m someone Im not? Why do I have to hide that Im missing you? Please, know that I love you. Please, know that I want you to come home. I hope youre sitting there thinking about me. I hope you’re missing everything you had that you never worked for. You were supposed to be my Knight. She misses you daddy. She doesnt want daddy to be sick anymore. She says ‘Daddy get better. Dont be sick anymore. Come home daddy.’ Choose us this time. Please please please…choose us. And each day I had to frantically remind myself… Because: Meth.

Little boxes of pseudoephedrine, Coleman, instant cold packs, lithium batteries, 2 liter bottles, paper towels, tubing, etc. Yeah I know how to make meth. Never tried it but I know how its done. In the beginning, I was naive. I never knew just how awful it was. I was the dealer’s girl and people assumed that I used too. It just makes sense that way but I was always clean. He jumped at anyone who would offer it to me and did anything possible to encourage me to never do it.

After the years went by though, I was so sick of it. In my head I was screaming vulgarities at the top of my lungs, digging my fingers into people’s shoulders and rattling their heads to the point of concussion. What are you doing? Stop! Please stop! Even if I had, no one would’ve looked up. Not even a blink. Theyd just pass the pipe and light the torch like the words I shouted were nonexistent. I was the television at volume 87 and the remote was stuck on mute. I had seen, touched and smelled more dope in my life then I could bear to stand. I had seen more people tweaking and doing the most selfish, hurtful, obnoxious and annoying things than I ever wanted to see. I didnt want to see ot anymore. Not even for one more day.

In there he was safe and his mind was free. Those were the two things that convinced my heart that he was at least okay. My head though, was still playing tug of war with itself. Until the time finally came when I said, I cant go on like this. I could never love another man.  I need her to see her daddy. I need to see my knight.

That Thursday came in like a flash. You would have thought I was going out on a first date. I wanted to look gorgeous for him. Give him a little reminder of what he’d been missing out on longer than just the couple months hed been away. A reminder of who hed turned away for years. I had to be careful though. Yes, I would look pretty but I had to be careful not to let him sway me into his trap. He could be so manipulative- a good side effect from using.

I stood in the elevator shaking, stomach in knots, trying not to puke all over my dolled up self. I stood there not wanting to love him, thinking about how every time that I had chosen him, he chose the devil. I didnt want it to feel so easy for him, to think I would simply just come back to him. I wanted to stick to my guns, to let him know that I stood firm in my choice to walk away. I told myself lies that I was only visiting him for my daughter’s sake. Maybe if I told it to myself, maybe he would believe it too.

If we could have sat there without speaking, my craving for him still would have been satisfied. I just wanted to look at him, to just stare at him and take in his presence that make me complete. But of course, he spoke.

He smiled at me the most joyful smile that I had ever seen cross his face. As if all the beautiful things inside himself that were lost in his addiction (aside from his plump cheeks) were returned. I cringed inside afraid I was going to break my character. Still, I forced myself to only half smile and try to look as if I felt indifferent to see him. That thick ugly glass between us, thank goodness for it. I would have kissed him and clobbered him right in the jaw at the same time.

There were new lights and doors and levels I was trying to build. New rooms with locks and codes. All of which in one visit, realized they were built with an unsteady frame. I could feel the laborers in my chest hoisting the wrecking ball up with the crane. They were prepared for demolition. Behind them were protesters. They chanted and held signs that read- Because: Lies! Because: Deceit! Because: Meth! The crowd was large and had some unpeaceful participants but the working machines were much louder.

When I reached the door to step outside, I felt the swing of the crane bring rubble to the site. The walls were going to come down and there wasnt a protester in sight that could stop it.

Because: Sobriety.

#meth #addiction #sobriety

[fitzroymapletree]

The Oculus relic can give you whatever you want, right? Maybe it manages to reach out and create whatever the THB most want to stop them from destroying it. Merle sees his kids with it. Taako sees his aunt with it. Magnus sees Julia with it. But what does Ango see?

FUCK i forgot the oculus relic even existed honestly??? god yea THB sees all that but if this is, like, rewinded back to murder on the rockport limited arc and just tweaked it a bit so that the oculus relic actually gets used, then honestly idk maybe like the caleb cleveland box set (w/ a free poster) or maybe his gpa cuz he just rly wants to get to granpops house. i dont rly know what else would motivate angus circa rockport limited era

but if this were more along the timeline of recent arcs like it just made a reappearance then probably just like THB ft. lucretia n maybe gay aunts n maybe his actual gpa. like. angus just wants a family cuz hes a 10 year old boy thats dealt w some serious shit that people three times his age usually dont have to deal with or witness. all of that is unconventional for a childhood so its natural for a boy to seek The Most Conventional Aspect of childhood: a family. and theyre all happy n proud of him n havin a good time.

i think taako n merle would fall for it 100% but i think magnus n lil ango wouldnt fall for it. i think magnus would want to indulge himself for a little bit but cant bring himself to accept this, to stare into the eyes of a dead woman he loves, to accept caresses that should be long gone. 

and angus….angus already has what he wants and although he loves the idea of them all being happy n not goofing on him n being just ‘wow angus im so proud of u and i love u and im gonna show it!! and were gonna be a normal domestic family from now on!!’ he knows that thats not true n hes kinda uncomfortable w that whole idea bc thats not what his family is like, he loves taako as the emotionally-deflecting elf he is, merle as the big ol bully thats actually a bit of a softie, magnus as the older brother that doesnt know where to stop w a joke/prank. angus loves them as they are and, well, thats how they are so hes well-aware that its just the relic just trying to defend itself and doesnt fall for it one bit. he takes one look at the real THB, sees the tears on taakos cheeks, the devastated conflict going on in magnus’ eyes as they make eye contact, the hazy look on merles face, and tightens his hands into fists and lowers his stare and fights all instincts telling him to accept whats being given to him.

he fucking fights the thrall with the power of love yall im actually doing this shit

so then angus and magnus get to do all the Cool Shit and help the other two snap out of it and after all that biz is done and they have the artifact detained and theyre supposed to head back to BOB taako doesnt want to talk he just wants to stare at the wall but angus hugs him for so long and magnus and merle are pretty shaken and trying to recover, and once they can all at least bring themselves to focus on the present then they head out