#shes sending this to J as a plead for help

[cynsbasement]

This ones kinda old lmfao

set the girl free ple

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG x FEM!READER

Prompt: you kept your pornstar job a secret from your curious roommate, but when an abrupt incident comes up a few minutes before filming, there was only one way to solve it

Warnings/Notes: pornstar reader, g!p Minjeong, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talking

“Jeongie~ I’m off to work now. There’s chicken in the fridge if you’re hungry”

Your roommate pauses the penguin documentary she’s watching on the big screen to sit up on the couch and pout. “You’re working again? It’s like you don’t want to spend time with me”

“Of course I want to spend time with you, Jeongie! But it’s important for me to work otherwise we wouldn’t be living in this amazing apartment!” You reasoned with jazz hands as a bonus.

“Oh speaking of apartment. I have my share for this week’s rent. Did you want me to send it through your bank details or cash?” Your adorable roommate asked with her phone ready in her hand but you waved it off.

“I’ll cover your rent this week. Don’t pay me back I swear to God”

“Again?! Y/n this is the 3rd week you’ve covered for me and I don’t feel nice about it”

You shrugged. “I just got a good pay”

“Right. A good pay. What job is this Y/n”

Checking the time on your watch, you pouted cutely at your roommate. “I’m gonna be late. See you later, love you!”

Minjeong sighed and sat back into the couch, very much lost in thought. What kind of high paying job were you exactly working at to be covering rent so easily?

“The hell do you mean Yunjin cancelled?!” You yelled at the director who was panicking just as much as you.

“Look, all she told me was that it was a personal emergency. We’ve tried calling Kazuha and Minji but both girls are busy with other schedules so unless you know someone that can fill in last minute, we’re postponing this until next week”

Just as the director started to walk away, a bulb flashed over your head. “W-Wait director-nim, I know someone…Give me a couple seconds to call her okay?”

“Make it quick Y/n. I’m booked today”

Fishing out your phone, you pressed on Minjeong’s contact and she answered quicker than expected. “J-Jeongie?”

“Hey Y/n, you never usually call during your shifts. Is everything okay?”

“Jeongie I really~ need your help with something but I can’t tell you what it is until you come here”

There was a short silence from the other line. “Uh…Okay? What’s your address?”

“I’ll message it after the call. Look your best”

Minjeong stared at her phone with confusion when you hung up. Look her best? Minjeong has little to no sense of fashion other than the millions of oversized flannels and cargo pants sitting in her closet.

Thankfully already showered, she simply put on a black and grey flannel with baggy jeans before checking the address you sent and driving her way over.

Moments later she was walking into the huge building, finding you on a set that looked like a bedroom, surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

“Y/n?” She questioned almost breathlessly once she realised you were only wearing a bathrobe.

“Jeongie! Thank you for coming. Now listen, I’ll cut this as short as I can because we don’t have much time, but I’m a pornstar, okay?”

“What?!”

“That’s why I’m loaded with money. The person that I was supposed to be filming with today cancelled on me and I couldn’t think of anyone else to replace her other than you”

Minjeong took a step back with wide eyes. “Nah uh, no way Y/n! What makes you think I’m good enough to film porn?!”

You quickly took her hands out of comfort. “I’m sorry for putting you on the spot last second, but this is highly important to me Jeongie..” you pleaded and Minjeong couldn’t resist.

The taller girl stared into your eyes then the pout of your lips.

She let out a heavy sigh and squeezed your hands. “Fine. I’ll do it”

You squealed and jumped into a hug, peppering her face with kisses. “Thank you thank you thank you! You’re the best!”

“You owe me big time” Your roommate pointed a finger, making you giggle.

“Of course! Now head into that room with our staff. They’ll help you prepare”

In a blink of an eye, Minjeong was in her ‘costume’ (which was nothing but a black shirt and grey sweatpants) while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You wore a white camisole with no bra underneath and baby pink panties, standing in front of Minjeong with a big smile. “Hey you”

“I feel weird Y/n. I-I don’t know if I can do this anymore” She cutely mumbled, eyes darting across the room in fear.

Minjeong felt your small hands cup her face, forcing her to look at you. “Relax, baby. I’ll take good care of you I promise”

“W-What’s the storyline anyways”

“None actually. Just a wholesome home sex video”

“Whenever you’re ready Y/n” the director called out, making you nod.

Your hands rubbed gently at Minjeong’s nape and slowly going down to her shoulders for a reassuring squeeze.

“You can do whatever you want to me” you whispered against your friend’s lips and then closing the gap to get a proper taste.

You were surprised to feel Minjeong kiss back eagerly like an expert, even sliding her tongue in as she grabbed your hips and pulled you to sit on her lap.

For a couple minutes you two were sucking each others faces.

And the next minute you were sucking her surprisingly huge cock. She had your hair fisted in a make shift ponytail, throwing her head back when her tip rubbed at the back of your throat. “Fuck Y/n, I should’ve known you were a whore”

Oh? That was new.

Your so called innocent Minjeongie dirty talking? Your cunt clenched around nothing.

Minjeong forced you off her dick to pin you down on the bed, lightly pecking the hickies she had left around your neck and collarbones. “You got me so down bad, Y/n-ie. I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop having you like this”

Whimpering beneath her, you held onto her shoulders tightly. “Have me anytime you want Minjeongie”

“Ain’t that sweet of ya” She smirked as her eyes were fixed onto your glossy ones, confusing you slightly.

Then you felt the pleasurable stretch in your pussy when Minjeong’s cock welcomed itself inside, arching your back in the process. “What the fuck, Jeongie, you’re so big a-ahh!”

“The biggest you’ve ever had, darl?” Your roommate tilted her head, trying not to let your tightness get the best of her.

“Mhm the biggest!”

“Good. Then I’ll make sure your pussy is only made to take me”

You littered Minjeong’s back with scratches that started to bleed out, clearly seen from the camera crew which they zoomed in on. The pain didn’t bother Minjeong, not when she had started pounding into you mercilessly.

She licked her lips at your boobs bouncing with each thrust. She just couldn’t resist sucking on them like a baby, addicted to how sexy they looked when wet with her spit.

“Your pussy is sucking me in so fucking good, baby” Minjeong panted in your ear.

Then she felt a sudden warmth spray all over her lower body.

You were squirting while moaning Minjeong’s name, even reaching down to ferociously rub at your clit to ride out your mind blowing orgasm.

“F-Fuck that’s so hot, Y/n” Minjeong hissed, not planning to stop her hips even after you came.

“W-Wait Jeongie—AH!” You tried to stop her but she couldn’t care less about how sensitive you were.

She laid you on your stomach, bringing your ass up and going back to destroying your pussy, feeling herself go deeper with the new position.

“Fuck! Fuck Minjeong-ah! You’re gonna break me!” You sobbed into the pillow that you were drowning with drool.

Minjeong laid over your back and drilled impossibly deeper. “Fucking take it whore. I own this pussy now”

Then you felt a sudden sting on your shoulder blade, realising Minjeong was biting down into your skin. Not hard enough to bleed, but hard enough to leave a long lasting bruise.

“Y/n…hah Y/n, I’m gonna fucking cum…”

Your insides became hot from the cum she blew into your cunt and thankfully your roommate’s hips were coming to a stop.

“Shit…Fuck that was so good, Y/n. Thank you” Minjeong whispered in your ear, kissing it afterwards.

“CUT! This was probably the best one you’ve filmed Y/n! Great job!…Y/n?” The director called but was left with no answer.

Minjeong frowned and leaned further down to look at your face. “Y/n? He’s talking to you”

You were knocked out cold. Little snores and whimpers escaping your lips with Minjeong’s cock still inside your abused cunt. “Has this happened before?” Minjeong asked the staff, and they all shook their heads.

“No, never. You must’ve really fucked her good”

“O-Oh no, I’m sorry! W-What should I do?” Minjeong panicked and made sure she didn’t move so much as you slept below her.

“Wow, you’re very different to how you were on camera. I like it. Ever considered taking this as a full time job?”

Minjeong put a hand up, completely declining the offer. “Appreciate it, but I was only willing to do this for Y/n”

Director nodded and placed a finger on his chin. “Interesting. Hope Y/n brings you over more in the future. You two can rest there for a bit longer while we pack up”

The short hair girl nodded and pulled her cock out as slow and gently as she could to not wake you up. Then she laid you on her chest with the covers covering both bodies. “Can’t wait to do this with you again, Y/n” Minjeong smiled and kissed your head, letting the sleepiness take over her too.

[prongsiepotter]

down bad | j. potter

summary: you're so in love with james potter but he's a little too good at giving you mixed signals that it might actually ruin you

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: angst, a little fluff if u squint, and so much longing & yearning. omg so much of it

a/n: i am unfortunately completely obsessed with taylor swift's new album, so everything i'll write in the near future will be based on one of the ttpd songs (yey!) & this one's based on 'down bad.' feel free to send requests if u want pick the next song for me x

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"So he just said no?" Mary all but hisses. Marlene shushes her, glancing around the classroom before leaning down from where she's sitting on your desk.

"Are you sure it didn't mean something else?" She rests her hand on yours. "Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. He wouldn't…he just wouldn't, right?" You smile weakly at her, then shake your head. She squeezes your hand.

"The note was pretty clear," you say with a soft sigh. The sentence rolls off your tongue with unhidden bitterness. "Sorry, can't. Need to catch up on some assignments."

You would show it to them, so they could see for themselves and maybe divert their sympathetic gazes from you. But you had set it on fire right after reading it, just like the other two notes friendly rejecting you. You still aren't sure why you did it. After all, you did just tell Mary and Marlene that you're fine. At least you will be. You should not be this devastated over some guy.

Even if that guy is James Potter.

James who is now strolling into the room with his mates, looking as invincible and full of life as he always has and always will.

Quickly, you force a smile at the girls and pull out the chair next to you. Marlene, bless her, gets the hint and lightly shoves Mary's shoulder to have her take the seat. You're going through your book bag, pulling out your inkwell when four bodies make their way past your desk.

"Ladies," comes Sirius cheerfully loud voice as he bows at the waist because, of course, he does. Peter and Remus aren't as dramatic with their greetings. The latter, however, does take the time to slow down in front of you until you look up and return his kind smile. Belatedly, you realise perhaps you shouldn't have done that. You lock eyes with James, who's right behind him.

He sends you an easy smile and a wink. Like he's letting you in on another one of his rare secrets. You're not sure if you're smiling back, but it's almost a given that you are.

He takes his seat behind you, laughing blithely at a joke Pete just told, and it's all so painfully charming that you want to die. You fear he will always make you feel like this. Like you're somehow the chosen one. It's such a sickening feeling, you can't help but whip around and look at Mary, pleadingly. Though, you're not sure what you're pleading for anymore.

She shoots you another unbearably sympathetic smile, looking like she's close to cooing at you. You sigh, hiding your face in the crook of your arms.

You can't help but think how easy it would be to just cry right here. It's embarrassing to admit, but you've done it plenty of times over the weekend after you had seen James out at Hogsmeade with the others. Miserably, you had realised that he was, in fact, not too busy working on his assignments. He just didn't want to spend time with you.

You almost let out a sob.

A hand rubs your back and you know it can only be Mary, but you let yourself believe that it's the universe consoling you, as if to say there, there because there's nothing fair about this and she knows it, but there's nothing she can do it about now, can she?

History of Magic passes in a blur. Before you know it, you're in the library, pouring all of yourself into an essay that you normally couldn't have cared less for. But you're willing to do whatever it takes to keep yourself busy. You know your thoughts will stray the moment you're lying quietly in bed anyway, awaiting another sleepless night.

You finish the sentence and look up, satisfied with your work. Apparently it's been a while since you've torn your gaze away from the parchment before you, seeing how stiff your neck is. You knead at the uncomfortable knot in your shoulder while looking around the library. It's relatively full today with every other seat being taken.

Which makes it all the more irritating when your gaze snatches on a figure sat at the other table right across from you. He's not even looking up, head bent over a book, but you would recognise that mop of unruly dark curls anywhere. James must've seen you when he came in, but that might have just been your hopeful self speaking.

Begrudgingly, you resume your writing and it takes everything in you not to look up every few minutes. To glimpse the slight furrow in his brows and the small pout of his lips as he's carefully reading every paragraph. You know he's likely looking for something to prepare for a prank. Normally, you would simply go over and ask him what he's up to. You know he'd happily tell you. But you're glad to have at least a little bit of pride and dignity left that keeps you rooted in your spot.

Seemingly not enough though since all you can think about is that there's no way he doesn't know that you're right there. It really does make you want to bang your head against the table. Maybe that would finally catch James' attention.

Pathetically, you glance at him only to notice that he's packing his things to leave. The tip of your feather goes back to the parchment so fast, it almost pierces it. You haven't got a clue what you're writing, too busy tracking James' movements from the corner of your eyes.

You watch him stand up, walking down the length of his table towards the door down the hall on his right. Then he stops. You hold your breath. James seemingly hesitates before fixing the strap of his bag on his shoulder. He turns left and walks towards you. You're staring at your hand as it writes illegible words, completely out of your control, when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," James whispers when you look up, giving you a familiar grin and small wave. It's an innocent gesture, sweet, but there's almost something hostile about this encounter. Like you have no choice but to let him occupy every single one of your senses. You stare up at him, a matching smile sweeping over your lips before you can think better of it.

That's when you notice the scarf he's wearing and its frizzled ends. It's yours. You know it is.

Did he not give it back to you after one of your nights out together on the stands? After you had flown on your brooms, so close to the sea of stars that you could've dipped your fingertips in them? You could almost hear the echoes of your windblown laughters as the memory pushes itself into the foreground of your mind.

James is sitting still, rosy-cheeked, watching you with curious eyes while you babble on about the Leo constellation. He had just told you that you could do whatever you want to him—another quite maddening thing to casually say to someone—and now he's apparently keen on staying true to his word by letting you wrap your scarf around his neck.

It took some convincing before he'd finally accepted it from you. You promised that you wouldn't be cold with your high collared sweater, but James only gave in when you had accepted his wool hat in exchange.

He had carefully put it on you, smoothing down your hair and pulling out some loose strands to frame your face, mumbling something about how much lovelier his hat looked on you than on him. You told yourself that he surely must've known what it did to you when his knuckles brushed your cheeks. Right? Surely.

James pokes your side, chuckling, as if he sensed that your mind was drifting elsewhere. He cracks another joke, saying that if you were the one to teach him Astronomy, he might actually pay attention in class. He says it like it's a deal and you feel inclined to do whatever it takes to hold up your side of the bargain.

You laugh helplessly, feeling drunk on a little bit of everything; the stars above, James' gentle laughter, the familiar smell of broom wax and crisp winter air. This must be cosmic love, you think to yourself. Your breath clouds in front of you, becoming one with his. All the while, you're too aware of James' shoulder bumping into you, his leg pressed against yours. There's no one out here but you two.

You have all the room in the world, but James chose to sit this close to you. Probably close enough for him to hear your heart pounding. Did he do it for a reason? You'd love to know.

"You don't need me to pay attention in Astronomy," you find yourself saying in response, something daring laced in the drawl of your voice. His eyes flash, bright and a bit wild. It's the same look he gets after you challenge him to a race on your brooms. His grin grows wide, carefree, and oh so lovely.

"Please." His face comes impossibly closer and you lean in without another thought, eager to take whatever it is James will give you. You feel his breath on your lips.

"I will always need you, Y/N."

Somehow he makes it sound genuine.

Then he winks and leaves you a horrid, forsaken mess. Somehow he makes that feel like a nice gesture too.

Incredulously, you stare at him as he leans back, elbows resting on the seats behind him. James Potter, you think weakly, what are you doing to me? Not for the first time you ponder what you would do if you can't have him. You almost double over from the striking pain in your chest.

Then he points out another constellation and you nearly forget all about yourself. He's good at that. Never ceasing to show you that the world is bigger than the two of you. Making you forget and remember that you might be in love. Because what if you were in love?

James cups the back of his neck, then points towards the door of the library, almost shyly letting you know that he's leaving. You nod slowly, still dazed. A small smile crosses his lips before you watch him round the corner, his back disappearing from your sight.

You blink, letting out a ragged breath. You feel like you got the wind knocked out of you. Like you just lost your twin. Someone who knows you like no one else ever will. Someone who might just be your better half. Someone who sometimes makes you feel like they want nothing to do with you.

It's ridiculous, you think bleakly to yourself, you're so down bad.

And James Potter makes it feel like a curse and a blessing.

[harknessxo]

Too Sweet

Paring: Dom!Hela Odindottir x sub!reader

Summary: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Warnings; mistress kink, punishment, praise/degradation kink, light spanking, fingering, vibrator, overstimulation, girl penis, breeding kink, cunnilingus, a little aftercare.

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A/n: This is my first Hela fanfic!

You were roaming around the castle’s garden, trying to pass the time. Hela was currently in a Royal meeting, leaving you to fend for yourself. It was really boring without her but looking at all the beautiful flowers helped. You started picking some to make a flower crown for her for when she was done when one of the guards thought it was a good idea to talk to you.

“Hey sweet thing, what are you doing all alone?” The man dumbly asked.

“I don’t think you should be talking to me-” you stammered out. He smirked at your response, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that? Is there a reason you’re so nervous?” You immediately took a step back.

“Look, she’s going to be out any minute now, please go.” He chuckled, taking another step closer to you.

“Who is ‘she’? Your mother?”

“She’s talking about me.” Hela says from behind the idiotic man. The man immediately tenses and you do the same, knowing what was to come. He slowly turns around to face her, the smirk completely wiped off his face.

“M-my queen! I didn’t see you there!”

“You have five seconds to get out of my sight before I shred you into nothing.” She said coldly. He didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of the garden in less than a second, not even looking back. Hela then turned her attention to you, a cold look in her eyes.

“And what were you doing?”

“I was j-just picking flowers to make you a c-crown…” You stuttered, showing her the flowers you had picked out. She took the flowers from your hand, inspecting them.

“I see,” she said, her cold look slowly fading away as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side, “But that doesn’t make up for the fact that you were talking to a man. You know the rules.”

“B-but he came to me and I was trying to send him away-” you immediately started to explain. She placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at her.

“You still shouldn’t have been talking to him. I thought you knew better, pet.”

“Please, mistress-” She smirked as she saw you pleading with her. She loved it when you begged her.

“You know I don’t give second chances when it comes to breaking my rules, pet. I think you need a punishment to remind you who you belong to.”

“…yes, mistress,” you said, defeated. She chuckled and began to walk, pulling you along with her into her chambers.

“Good girl. Now let’s see…what kind of punishment will you be getting…” You dreaded any type of punishment from her. She always had extreme punishments in store yet you secretly enjoyed them. Once inside the room, she ordered you to take off your clothes while she sat down on the bed before pulling you into her lap. She started to play with your hair as she thought about a suitable punishment for you.

“Oh I know exactly what you need,” she slid you off her lap, going to her closet and pulling out a box you knew too well.

“Mistress, please-” you pleaded again, knowing too well what she was going to do.

“Oh, you’re begging already? We’ve barely even started, pet,” She chuckled and sat down on the bed again, patting her lap as a signal for you to lay across it. You obeyed quickly, not wanting to get a worst punishment. She put your arms behind your back and tied them together with a silk rope. After she slowly started tracing her fingers over your naked skin, making you shiver.

“I’m going to fuck this little cunt until I am satisfied and you’re going to take everything I give you. I’ll make sure to make you come until you beg me to stop, understood?”

“Y-yes, mistress.” She smiled in satisfaction. She then moved her fingers towards your soaked pussy, dipping them in your wetness.

“Would you look at that? For someone who doesn’t like to be punished, you sure are soaked by the mere thought.” She wasted no time before thrusting two fingers inside with a relentless pace right off the bat. You whine pathetically, embarrassed by wet noises your pussy was making.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. I love how your pussy sounds and it’s such a pretty sound,” She started to pick up the pace, knowing just how to make you fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“Ahh! Mistress!”

“That’s it. I love it when you’re a whiny little mess for me. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you at an unrelenting pace, curling them every time she was fully inside you. You came almost immediately after her taunting comment, your juices gushing out. She helped you ride it out and then pulled her fingers out, giving your cheeks a hard smack. She watched you try to catch your breath, then she smacked your ass again, leaving another red hand print.

“That was just one orgasm, darling. We’re not even close to being done yet,” you trembled at the reminder. She waved her hands and a vibrator apparently in her hand. She started rubbing the tip of the toy over your folds, making sure to tease you before turning it on to the highest setting and shoving it inside you.

“Ah!” You yelped at the sudden roughness. She chuckled as you yelped, using her other hand to keep your hips in place.

“What’s the matter, pet? Can’t handle a little toy?”

“I- I can-” You said, wanting to please her. She grabbed your hair pulling it up, forcing you to look at her. She smirked again.

“Prove it then, darling.” She started thrusting the toy in and out of you. You found it very difficult not to squirm to get away. You were someone who would get really sensitive after just one orgasm and she knew that. She knew how sensitive you were, which is why she kept the toy on high, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. She watched your face, taking in all your expressions and moans as you tried to keep yourself from coming again.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to cum again?” You wanted to but you knew it would only get worse from there. She knew exactly what you were thinking and it amused her.

“Come on, pet. Don’t hold back on me. I know you want to cum again. I can tell by how much you’re shaking.” You immediately let go, too tired to hold back anymore. She smirked as you finally came, a look of satisfaction on her face as she turned the toy off.

“There’s a good little slut. That’s the second one. How many more do you think you can handle?”

“N-no more-” She chuckled, moving her hand up to your face and cupping your chin.

“Oh pet, you’re not getting a choice. You’re going to take whatever I give you, whether you like it or not.” She picked you up and threw you in the bed, tying your hands to the headboard now. She started taking her clothes off to reveal her already hardened cock. You clenched your thighs together at the sight. She noticed you clenching your thighs together and chuckled.

“There’s no getting away from this pet,” she knelt on the bed in between your legs, roughly spreading them apart. You clenched your eyes tightly, trying to embrace yourself to take her. She’s never been gentle when she fucked you, not even when her cock was as big as it was but you liked it. It still didn’t make it any easier for you. She ran her hands over your body, appreciating the sight of you being all tied up and spread out for her. She then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” She smirked and gave your cheek a light slap before moving her hands to your hips, digging her nails into your skin. She then positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you a little bit before finally pushing inside with a deep groan.

“Uugh!” She bottomed out, a belly bulge forming as she did. She looked down at your belly, a satisfied smirk on her face as she placed her hand on the bulge, gently rubbing it with her thumb. She let out another groan, loving the feeling of you clenching around her.

“Gods, you feel so good, pet…” You tugged at the silk rope, wanting to touch her in anyway but it was useless. She chuckled at your attempts to get out of the restraints, clearly enjoying the sight of you all helpless and needy. She then grabbed your legs, putting them over her shoulders before starting to pound into you with a rough and fast pace.

“P-please! Slow d-down!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Why would I do that, pet?” She said in between groans, ignoring your pleas and continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace. She wanted to ruin you, make you cry out for her and forget everything except her name. She was determined to get what she wanted.

Her cock kept hitting your g-spot, over and over again and soon you came on her cock for the third time of the night. She kept going, even after you came again. She was close to her own release but wanted to make you come undone once more before she did. She gripped your hips tightly, her thrusts getting even more sloppy as she chased her own orgasm.

“Tell your mistress how much you want her to cum inside you.” She commanded in between pants.

“I…I want-” you couldn’t get the words out with how fucked out you were.

“Come on, pet. Use your words. I know you can do it.” She gave a particularly hard thrust, trying to coax the words out of you.

“Haah! C-cum inside me m-mistress!” She let out a low growl at your words, her pace becoming erratic as she started to near her release. She leaned down and began leaving marks all over your neck and chest, claiming you as hers.

“Good girl. Good slut…” She came with a groan, fucking her load deep inside your guts, making sure not to waste a drop. She stayed buried inside you for a moment, riding out her orgasm before slowly pulling out. She looked down at your ruined form, admiring the way her cum was spilling out of you.

“You did so good, pet. Such a good little slut for me,” she started rubbing her cum all over your pussy lips, “But you still owe me one more,” she waved her hand once again and a toy you knew too well appeared in her hand.

“No! Please! No more!” It was another vibrator but this one was different. Every time Hela used it on you, you came hard almost immediately and you’d be sobbing by the end. She loved to see you cry which is why she would always save it for last.

“Aw, but you look so beautiful when you’re crying. Besides, I can tell that you’re still being stubborn. You need to be taught a lesson, my darling.” She grabbed your chin again, forcing you to look up at her. She turned the toy on, letting it hum loudly as she brought it to your pussy.

“No, no, no, no- AH!” As soon as the toy made contact with your clit, you could feel your orgasm building up. Hela chuckled at your reaction, loving how sensitive you were to the toy. She started rubbing it against your clit in tight circles, watching you squirm beneath her.

“That’s it. Just give in, pet. Give into the pleasure.”

“Mistress! Please no more!” You squirmed even more.

“You keep begging me to stop, but you know that it’s no use. I know you’re enjoying this, even if you won’t admit it,” she continued to rub the toy against your clit, enjoying the sight of you squirming and trying to get away from the overstimulation. You sobbed hysterically when your fifth orgasm finally washed over you. Your sight was blurred by your tears and you couldn’t feel your legs.

She smiled, satisfied with the result. She finally turned off the toy and set it aside, gently rubbing your thighs to try and calm you down a bit.

“You look so pretty when you cry, darling. All blissed out and ruined. So perfect for me.” She licked your tears away, humming at the salty taste. She then moved down your body, kissing and nipping at it until she reached your ruined pussy. You started to panic, thinking she was going to make you cum again until she shushed you.

“Relax, darling. I’m just cleaning you up,” she said before gently running her tongue through your folds, lapping up her cum that was leaking out of you. You whimpered pathetically every time her tongue made contact with your swollen clit. She chuckled against you, enjoying the sounds you were making. She continued to clean you up, being careful not to overstimulate you too much. Once she was done, she looked up at you, a smirk on her face.

“You taste so good, darling. I think I’m going to have to do this more often.”

“Was I good?” you asked in a small voice. She moved up and untied the rope, gently massaging your wrists to get some blood flowing through them again. She then laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms and nuzzling her face into your neck.

“You were perfect, my love. Too sweet.”

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mint

pairing: mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: you’re abby’s mint chocolate-loving babysitter. mike takes notice. wc: 1.3k tags: suggestiveness, swearing, fluff. *minor movie spoiler that isn’t a spoiler fr but kind of is* a/n: oi. this is my first official piece of fanfic on tumblr and i'm excited but also super nervous. i never knew what characters i wanted to write for as most of my fandoms are obsolete tbh (teen wolf and maze runner, i'm looking at you 💔) but after watching the fnaf movie and falling in love with j hutch like i'm 14 again, i wanted to try to write for mike!  i'm sorry if this story sucks tbh. i wrote it pretty quickly, did not edit it in any way (watch for grammar and spelling errors!) and i'm still trying to establish characters and plot and do all this silly billy worldbuilding, but i'll get better! i'm also taking requests for both fluff and smut, so if y'all would like to send anything for me to write, i'll def accept! like i said in my last post, i think i'm gonna redo my tumblr layout so i can feel like a true fanfic/misc blog lmao so ignore its under construction phase ((: i hope y'all enjoy this though bc i've been thinking ab mike schmidt all night 

i have sooo many ideas, but between last night and this morning, i’ve been thinking of abby’s babysitter!reader (bc fuck max). 

you’ve been channel surfing in the living room since you put abby down, working with her to lock down a nightly routine. ideally, she’d bathe, eat dinner (god willingly), brush her teeth, and then you’d be able to get her to lay in bed and doze off. some nights, this required dessert. 

“you just brushed your teeth though. it’s gonna taste gross.”

“not if it’s one of those mint chocolate things you always have.” you straighten up, eyes squinted at the child before you; she meant the small, sometimes melted, squares of Andes mint chocolate you always kept. they’d always been your favorite, a guilty pleasure in this fucked up world. 

you hadn’t been babysitting abby for long, and you didn’t realize that she'd been watching you crush the chocolates like it was light work. they were easy to eat, and once you had one, you found out how easy it was to eat another one, and then another one, and then another one until there was a mountain of crinkled foil next to your phone and chocolate smeared on your face. 

"please, y/n. just one," you didn't exactly know if it was a lie. abby was convincing, able to break you down with her eyes, pleading and puppy-dog like. "please." 

you cave, leaning down to brush her hair back from her forehead and place a gentle kiss on the skin. with pursed lips, you whisper, "fine, but tomorrow night. i have to get some more." 

abby does nothing but smile, eyes fluttering closed. you stay with her for a bit like you always do--watching the way her chest rises and falls, and how her features twitched with slumber. features scarily similar to mike's. 

of course she'd look like mike. they were siblings, no shit, but the resemblance occupied your brain. there was sweet abby, with her colorful clothes and scribbled drawings and persuasive aura, and then there was mike. 

you shake your head, giving abby another kiss before exiting her room. you didn't need to think about mike. he wasn't what you were here for. you'd come to abby's school as an aide and after she'd privately confided in you about her home life, you knew you had to help her. you would do anything for her, even if that meant taking care of her while suppressing the overwhelming school girl crush you had on her older brother.

mike was a bit older than you, which didn't scare you at all. guys in their early 20s were rarely mature, doing anything they could just to fuck; but guys in their late 20s, mike specifically, had only ever shown you couth, surprisingly. 

for nearly two months, five mornings a week, the sound of the door being unlocked would ring out. you'd turn to see sunshine pouring into the living room, enveloping mike's brooding figure in a radiant golden glow.

he'd hang his coat on the wall hooks, drop his bag down to his feet, and give you a small but warm smile. you'd try to not to embarrass yourself as you two made small talk, packing up your things.

you always left unscathed, but recently it'd been hard. you were always thinking about him, dreaming about him even; how his hair would feel between your fingers, how his hands would feel on your face, how his face would feel between your thighs. 

the thought is washed away, drowned out by the sound effects of a loud infomercial when the door opens, and you're turning and squinting against the wash of pale yellow on your face. mike steps forward with a, "hey, y/n" and you meekly raise your hand to wave. 

he hangs his hoodie up to reveal his shoulder blades flexing under an uncharacteristically tight navy blue sweater. you can't help but stare.

"just wake up?" his voice is raspy, but he's still facing the wall, rummaging in his bag for something. 

"um...yeah. brain's still turning on," you lie, tossing the thick blue blanket off your body. you didn't sleep at all, kept up with your thoughts and the last of your Andes mints (though you loved her, you couldn't give abby your last ones).

"hm," he mutters, finally turning to you but keeping his hands behind his back. something crinkles in them and you raise your eyebrow at the tired yet amused expression he takes with you. it's enough to make your body hot and you awkwardly pull at the collar of your shirt, fanning yourself off.

"hot?" the gravelly tone sends you into a giggling fit, shaking your head as you shoot to your feet. you have to leave before you do or say something you regret. 

"uh, yeah, it was s-super hot under that...um...blanket. i shouldn't have worn sweatpants to s-sleep," you stutter, nodding your head along with mike as he steps closer to you. this couldn't be the moment something happens, right? it'd been so casual between you too, very friendly, and he'd never shown any signs of trying to do anything with you before. why would he choose right now, so spontaneously? 

he stands before you, the slightest bit taller than you. you're able to see every pore, every freckle, every microscopic detail in his eyes and lips.

you open your mouth, hoping your heart doesn't fall out, to ask what's happening, when he reveals a bag of Andes mints, one bigger than you've ever seen.

your mouth stays open in surprise. "wh-"

"abby's been talking about them. i wondered where she found out about them but--" he nudges his head towards the coffee table, where a small mound of green wrappers lay. you swear under your breath, cursing yourself for not throwing them away like you usually do. 

"i'm sorry," you whisper, blushing beyond measure as you begin to frantically pack your things. "i should be more careful with that stuff."

"god, y/n, you're saying it like it's coke," mike chuckles. he sets the bag down on the couch and reaches out to you, placing his hand on yours as you shove things into your tote. "hey." 

his voice forces you to stop and look up. you melt under his stare just like you do with abby. the puppy-dog thing must run in the family.

"i feel bad about not being able to pay you yet, and i really appreciate all you're doing. abby told me that you loved those mints, so..."

"thank you, mike," you say over the sound of your pounding heart. you didn't care about the money, you didn't need it. being appreciated by someone who made your heartbeat resonate throughout your body was payment enough. "this is really sweet." 

"thank you, y/n. you don't know how much this means to me." You scoff, throwing your tote over your shoulder and looking down at your feet. 

"i'm always happy to help." you and mike stand facing each other for what feels like hours, the air as thick as molasses between you. his eyes were squinted, low and dark and intriguing.

you wished you could read his mind. what was he thinking? did his heart do the same thing as yours, wacking against his ribcage with no end in sight? did he stay up thinking about you when he was supposed to be sleeping, imagining how you felt, what you sounded like, how you tasted---

"see you later tonight?" his voice rocks you out of your trance. he's not thinking about you. he's tired, wondering when you'll leave so he can fall into his bed and doze off. 

"yeah. tell abby i said i'll see her tonight." your smile is tight as you exit the house, cursing at yourself as you get into your car. 

you didn't know how long you could go on like this. 

ya, i know this sucks and it isn't really anything but we're gonna work our way through these fics and blurbs to really develop a cute relationship (,: i will still be writing other fics for mike, and possibly using another babysitter!reader in a different universe, but as for now, we're gonna be rocking with these two (: (thinking that we’ll label her as 🌱🍫!reader)  all notes are appreciated (: thanks for reading!

[raparopa]

I saw you want shadow and bone requests so here I come. Could you do a kaz x reader where the reader is stabbed/shot during a heist and kaz needs to fight his touch aversion to help them?

a/n: Yes! I started running a marathon. I have a lot of requests and I don't think I can complete them ALL (yet). Perhaps some of them I will have to postpone for another time. But thank you for continuing to send in your ideas!

warnings: blood, trauma, language

pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader (beginning, implied)

you won't die

It was terrible. This was not what Kaz Brekker expected from this case. He calculated everything to the smallest detail, he thought through every detail, every fucking moment, but fate and the Saints apparently had other plans.

Someone's bullet ricocheted and hit Y/N, penetrating her body. Kaz saw it. She didn't fall right away. She did not immediately understand what had happened. Her eyes opened like two fans; she looked where the bullet had hit, lightly touching the wound with her fingers, they were stained with hot, scarlet blood. Her last glance, before she collapsed to the floor like a sack of cereal, was fixed on Kaz. A pleading, frightened look that demands an answer.

There were two of them, no one could help them. Nina, Inej, Jasper and Wylan were scattered around the building, trying to save their lives. Trying not to repeat the fate of Y/N.

He managed to close and barricade the doors, but that wouldn't last long.

-Hey, Y/N, -called Brekker moving away from the door. But there was no answer.

From Y/N came a hiss and a low curse, which was hardly fashionable to hear. Kaz didn't like it; something in his stomach went cold. He clenched his jaw and turned around, feeling like the opening picture made him want to jump out the window to hell.

Y/N helplessly pressed her back against the wall, along which there was a trail of blood, and tried to stop the blood from the wound. True, these attempts were in vain - blood flowed through her fingers, collecting on the floor in a small, scarlet lake. Her chest heaved rapidly with sharp, painful breaths.

-Saints...- she muttered.

-Damn…- Kaz repeated, hobbling over to her. -Don't even think about losing your mind, loser.

Y/N looked up at him with wild eyes, reproachfully burning Brekker with her gaze.

-You are tactful as always, boss,- she said with difficulty, pressing her palms to the wound in order to at least somehow correct the situation.

-It will be sad if you die here,- Kaz said, avoiding his gaze. His sharp face was as serious as always, but it seemed extremely tense, even too much.

-Ah, damn it!-Y/N twitched again, hissing in pain. -I won’t last long, Saints, I need to…-she took a breath, squinting her eyes in pain, and throwing her head back against the wall. Sweat broke out on her face, streaks stuck to her forehead, her lips and cheeks turned pale.-...Something must be done about the wound... bandage... tighten...

-We don't even have rags, Y/N, let's have the next brilliant idea,-Kaz snapped.

-J-jacket…- Y/N weakly pointed with her eyes at the item of her wardrobe, which was lying on the side. Forces rapidly left her along with the blood; hand stopped pressing on the wound.

-Y/N, hold the wound tight, don't get lost...- Kaz barked, grabbing her jacket. But Y/N did not answer, she was barely breathing. -Y/N, clamp your wound, immediately!- he hissed, trying to tear the twist into shreds.

She weakly moved her hand, trying to do something, but the movement came out so feeble... Kaz was still fiddling with his jacket with hysterical movements. Y/N didn't move.

-Damn…- the raven croaked, instinctively stretching his hand forward to somehow stop the blood, but immediately stopped.

The body of Jordie and the bodies around him flashed before his eyes, the muddy water seemed to be splashing again in his face, the phantom smell of dead flesh in his nose. He could not. He just couldn't touch her...

Only now the dilemma was that he was not ready to lose Y/N. Certainly not now. He looked at his hand. Time was running out. Life flowed before him.

-I'm wearing gloves,- Kaz thought quickly. -I can do this... I have to do this.

Hesitating for a couple more moments, he sharply pressed his hand to the wound Y/N, turning his head to the side, trying to calm the trembling in his body. Clamping the jacket with his knee, he finally managed to tear off a decent piece of fabric from it, which could be used to bandage Y/N's body.

-Fuck,- Brekker creaked under his breath, cursing everyone and everything in the world. - You're not going to die, fucking girl.

Kaz Brekker took a few deep breaths and pulled Y/N towards him, which rested her forehead against his shoulder like a limp doll, while he tugged a strip of stiff fabric around her waist with trembling limbs, trying to be as far from her face as possible. He seemed to be acting on some animal instincts that he had not noticed before. Or maybe he just didn't remember.

Quickly fastening the bandage, he carefully returned Y/N to the position she had been in before. As her body settled into a safe position, Kaz sprang to his feet, clutching at his head, trying to ward off the visions of the past. The blood from the gloves was on his hair, temples and cheeks.

-You won't die, you fucking girl...

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

How would Joker feel if Y/n died? Can you write something for this?

My Everything

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Death, mention of suicide, violence

Summary: Y/n is killed by one of Joker’s many enemies and as we can all predict, J loses his everloving mind

Author’s Note: Thank you thank you thank you for this request beloved anon!!!! This has been my favorite thing I’ve ever written so far. And also the longest I’ve wrote in one sitting. I’m so proud of myself, I wrote almost 4000 words! I need to do that more often.

This is going to be an angsty one. But it’s not all bad. My oc Matilda makes her debut and there’s a ton of bromance going on between J and his right hand man. As always, enjoy! <3

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @unholiiness

“She’s gone…she’s…she’s…” Joker mumbled to himself.

The phone slipped out of his hand and clattered onto the floor. He sat down on a chair and stared out into space, disassociating. 

Frost noticed his boss from across the room. He knew those distant eyes from anywhere. It only meant trouble.

“Boss! Boss! Snap out of it!” He shouted.

Joker jumped up out of the chair. He grabbed Frost by his shirt collar and shook him in anger.

“What the fuck happened, Frost?! How did they get to her?!” Joker thundered.

“I-I don’t know! There’s no way they could’ve gotten past the security we set up. I’m just as shocked as you are!” Frost pleaded his case.

Joker grumbled and released him, sending him tumbling to the floor. Frost was right. Nothing was out of the ordinary. The security and all the cameras J had set up for your apartment were all working fine that day.

Joker stormed into the control room with Frost tagging along right behind him. He scanned the footage from that day and stopped when he saw movement around 2 pm. No wonder the cameras didn’t catch anything. You had left the apartment.

He felt a sharp pang of guilt. He shouldn’t have left you alone for so long. If he had been home or nearby he could’ve saved you. 

Frost’s phone dinged and he glanced at it. He looked up at Joker gravely.

“They found her body. She’s in the boardroom.”

Joker didn’t say a word and marched straight out of the control room into the boardroom. He pushed open the double doors and walked up to the table. His henchmen backed away in fear. 

Your body was placed carefully on the table. You looked so pale, your hair was a mess, and you were splattered with blood. Clearly you didn’t go down without a fight. Joker felt a lump form in his throat. He hated himself for letting this happen to you.

As Joker observed, Frost came into the room behind him and motioned for the goons to leave before things got ugly. The men cleared out and Frost walked up to Joker. 

“Um, boss, what do we do now?” He asked.

Joker turned and looked at him solemnly. “I don’t know…”

They stared at the table in silence for a while. Joker couldn’t stand it. A surge of rage swept over him and he slammed his fist on the table, causing Frost to jump.

“Keep her here. I’m going out. I’ll figure out what to do with her later and give her a proper burial and all…” Joker trailed off.

Frost nodded.

Joker grabbed his jacket off of a hook on the wall, threw it on, and rushed out the doors. He had no idea where he was going but he had to get away from this. He ran down the sidewalk, his brain moving a hundred miles an hour. His worst fear had come true. You were taken from him in cold blood. 

The crisp Gotham night air burned in his lungs as he ran. Long before he donned his Joker persona, running had always helped him clear his head. The adrenaline was a temporary relief from the pain.

It was dark, not many people lived in this area, and he was wearing casual clothes so he didn’t have to worry about being seen. Not that he cared. Nothing mattered anymore.

Joker gave one last burst of energy and stopped, panting. He ended up on the west side of Gotham harbor. A bridge was a few feet ahead. He walked up to the railing and gazed out over the water. The moon cast a shimmering reflection on top.

He sighed. Nights like this reminded him so much of you. You loved to go on walks through the park or other scenic spots in Gotham on cool, clear nights, holding his hand and skipping down the sidewalk without a care in the world.

You were his light in the dark places, his rock, his everything. You showed him real genuine love and compassion. You made him feel alive again. Now you were gone and he would never forgive himself. 

He breathed heavily as he felt the intense emotions weigh down on him. His first response to your death was shock and then fury but now the reality of the situation hit him and he broke down. He felt his breathing hitch and tears form. He blinked them away with a snarl of disgust. He would not succumb to such weakness!

But he underestimated the effect you had on him and felt the anguish come surging back. Then Joker did something he hadn’t in years. 

He began to cry. 

It started out soft but the more the tears fell, the louder he wept. These tears were long overdue. So much pain over the years but he could only think about you. 

“Oh God, why? Why her?” Joker sobbed.

He looked out over the water again, letting his misty eyes wander down to the base of the bridge. The waves crashed against the stone pillars holding the bridge up. Clusters of giant rocks lined the two banks. It was at least 30 feet down.

He felt the sudden urge to jump. He rejected it at first. He wasn’t done yet. He still had many years of causing chaos left but then he thought of how different his life was going to be. 

No more beautiful smiles to come home to after a gruesome day’s work. No more warm cozy mornings spent cuddling with you. No more late night strolls at the park. No more shared laughter. No more y/n…

A life without you wasn’t worth living. So he went for it. He turned his back to the water, spread his arms out wide, looked to the sky, and fell backwards. He closed his eyes as he went over the railing. 

The sound of the crashing waves got closer and closer until…silence.

…

Joker opened his eyes and looked around groggily. He was strapped to a bed and hooked up to several things in Arkham’s infirmary. At first he didn’t fully grasp what he was seeing. Then it hit him. He regained his senses and jolted as upright as the restraints would allow him. He wriggled around and struggled against them.

A nurse came running in and grabbed his shoulders, trying to calm him down. Joker recognized her as Matilda.

“J, relax. It’s alright.” His favorite nurse said gently as she eased him back. 

“No, no, no! It’s not alright! It’s…it’s…” He struggled to get his words out and panted.

Matilda rubbed his back in another attempt to calm him. 

“You have got to calm down, honey. You’re hooked up to a heart monitor. It starts going off and they’re all gonna come running in here like chickens with their heads cut off.” 

Joker breathed in and out and tried to think clearly. His head was spinning with a sensory and information overload.

“Why am I here? What happened?” He blurted out.

“They found you at the bottom of the bridge at the harbor last night. You jumped.” Matilda responded calmly. 

Joker groaned as the events from the previous day came back to him. He woke up thinking it was all just one horrible nightmare but once again reality came crashing down. 

“Why did you do it?” Matilda asked.

Joker looked up at her with sorrowful watery eyes. The older woman had never seen such a look on his scarred face before. 

“My sweet girl, my y/n, she’s…she’s dead.” He mumbled.

He was delirious with grief. Matilda could see that now. Under normal circumstances, he would never have shown such emotion. 

And hold up, the Joker in love with someone? It seemed so unbelievable. Throughout all of his time in Arkham he’d never once mentioned this girl to Matilda. Most likely to keep her safe and hidden.

“Who was y/n? A lover? A girlfriend?” Matilda questioned him.

“She was my everything…my special treasure that made me feel again. She never hurt anybody. She didn’t deserve this.” 

“I’m so sorry, J. She sounded like a wonderful person. Listen, I know you’re still grieving but try not to think about it too much. You need to rest. You hit those rocks pretty hard. It’s a miracle you’re still alive.”

“But I can’t stop thinking about her. It feels like a part of me has been ripped out of my chest.” Joker whined.

“I know dear, but you mustn't dwell on it too much if you’re going to recover. Just lay here and rest. Your body will thank you for it.” 

“Okay…” Joker murmured as she pulled the blanket resting on his legs up over his chest and then left the room to finish her rounds. 

The rest of the day Joker laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. All he could think about was you. Your absence felt like a gaping hole in his heart.

A few other nurses came by throughout to check on him. He didn’t speak a word to them. They didn’t either. He let them do their job and get out. Normally he would torment them by being difficult or teasing them but this time he just didn’t have the energy. 

That evening he grew restless. 

What am I doing here moping around? I should be out there getting even!

It had just occurred to him that by giving up he was letting your murderer go free. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? He would not allow that. He was extremely glad he didn’t die. Even if he didn’t think of it when caught up in the moment, it would haunt him forever that your killer got away.

Sofia Falcone and her lackeys would pay. But first, Joker needed to escape.

He waited until a young nurse came in a little later to give him a sedative that would help him sleep. Before she could prepare the syringe, he looked up at her innocently. 

“Um, nurse, can you loosen these straps? They’re really botherin’ me.” He asked nicely.

The nurse laughed to herself. “Ha. You think I’m gonna loosen your restraints? No way. Nice try though.”

“Please? Just a little bit…” He said and stared her down with his big pleading brown eyes. This was when his handsomeness really came in handy. 

The nurse sighed. “Well, okay. But only a little bit.”

She bent down and loosened the buckles on his wrists a notch or two. When she came back up, Joker head butted her and she collapsed onto the ground. 

He slipped his hands free from the straps and unbuckled his feet. Then he unhooked himself from the different monitors and quickly took his IV out. He grabbed the nurse’s badge and keys and sprinted out the door. 

Luckily, the infirmary was close to the back entrance so he could get out much faster than if he was coming from his cell. He dashed down the stairs to the ground level and through the halls, shoving a few nurses out of the way as he went. He had a small limp in his leg but other than that he was able to run just fine.

How did I survive that fall? He thought as he ran. 

He made it to the double doors of the back entrance and used the nurse’s badge for the identification scanner that unlocked them. Regardless, someone must have reported him because the alarm went off anyway. So much for stealth.

“Screw this.” Joker muttered and ran into the parking lot. 

He used the nurse’s car keys to find which one was hers. A small white car flashed in response. It wasn’t much but it would have to do. He hurried over to it, climbed in, started the engine, and took off. He made it to the gate and sped through just as another car came through the opening. The guard stationed there just sat there dumbfounded.

Joker flew across the bridge and into the mainland where the cops were waiting. He groaned loudly in frustration but kept going. He drove straight towards them as bullets whizzed past his head through the windshield and the windows. Then he made a sharp turn and went around the blockade of cars. 

The police hopped in their cars and sped after him. Joker weaved in and out of other cars as he drove into the city. He made turn after turn and took back alley after back alley, trying to lose them. Finally, he crashed into a dumpster in an alleyway, crawled out of the car, and hopped the fence before the cops could get there. 

He ran down the sidewalk, unsure of what to do now. He hadn’t planned this far ahead. There was a very high chance they were going to catch him and drag his ass back to Arkham. He couldn’t let that happen.

Suddenly a black car pulled up beside him. The driver rolled down the window and shouted, “Get in!” 

Joker breathed a sigh of relief and climbed in. It was Frost, there to save the day like always. Frost made a quick glance to the passenger seat as he sped off. Joker was wearing white scrubs, no makeup, his hair was everywhere, he was covered in bruises, his forehead had a bandaged gash on it, and his lip was busted.

Frost chuckled. “You look like shit.”

“I’m aware…” Joker grumbled.

“I saw the escape on the news so I figured you needed some help. And I also saw that you, uh, well…I’m just glad you’re still here, boss.”

“Aw, quit your blubbering and drive, Frost. I’m fine. I won’t try it again. Y/n wouldn’t want me to.”

Frost nodded and looked into the side mirror. The cops had gone in the other direction so he slowed down a bit. A few minutes later he made it to the hideout. He pulled into the garage and parked. 

Joker thrust the door open and made a beeline for his office/sometimes living space. He desperately wanted to get cleaned up and change his clothes. He shut his office door and flung the closet open. There were spare suits and casual clothes hanging in there. He grabbed his signature purple suit and laid it out on the desk to change into. 

He walked into the built-in bathroom in his office and locked the door. He ripped the bandage off his head and examined the gash. 

Yeesh. That’s nasty. He thought as he threw the gauze away. 

He turned on the shower and stripped off as he waited on the water to warm up. He looked at his body in the mirror. His body was dotted with bruises and small cuts. He still had no clue how he survived that fall.

Once the shower was ready, Joker hopped in and started washing himself off. He didn’t know why but Arkham always made him feel dirty. Whether it be the combined smell of bleach and vomit or those itchy patient scrubs. 

The hot water stung his wounds a little but Joker relished in it. The water comforted him and soothed his aching muscles. The last two days had been hell. This was a temporary escape from his current circumstances.

Joker finally returned to the real world and shut off the water. He staggered out and dried himself off. Then he secured a bandaid on the gash and slathered white paint over it, quickly reapplied his makeup, and dyed his hair green again. When he was done he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back into his office. He dressed himself, careful not to smudge his makeup too much.

He went to the lounge room, where Frost was sitting on the couch drinking some coffee. He looked up and waited for Joker to speak.

“Go call everyone together for a meeting. We’re nailing that bitch.” Joker ordered gruffly.

“Yes sir.” Frost replied and hopped to it. 

Not long after, the goons were all seated in the boardroom as Joker had requested. He walked in and the whole room fell silent. All eyes were on him. He cleared his throat.

“As some of you are already aware, something very important to me has been…taken. Sofia Falcone is responsible. And as you all know, we’ve been waging in a bit of a war for years now. I did a pretty good job eliminating Gotham’s mob but then she came along and rebuilt her father’s empire, encouraging others to rebuild and ruining all my hard work. This is the final straw. We’re going to storm her headquarters tonight and destroy it along with everyone inside.”

The men cheered but quickly silenced themselves when both Joker and Frost glared at them.

As Joker laid out the plans, Frost couldn’t help but feel a knot of fear turn his stomach. The Falcones were dangerous. It was a suicide mission. The majority of the goons were probably going to get killed. Joker knew that but it didn’t matter. He had to avenge y/n or die. Frost came to terms with it, deciding it was a noble cause.

Once everyone was armed and ready to go, they all piled into the four black cars lined up in the garage. Joker and Frost got in the last car in line and took off. To not draw attention to themselves by traveling as a group, the cars each headed out in different directions but were all going to the same place. When they reached the Falcone base of operations (an abandoned club), the cars pulled in towards the back of the building. They walked up to the door and waited for Joker’s instructions.

Joker stood up on the steps and looked over all of his men.

“Shoot to kill, boys. But Sofia is mine.” He growled.

Frost kicked in the door and stepped aside. The goons stormed in and began shooting at everything. Sofia’s men were caught off guard so many of them were killed instantly while others had a delayed reaction. Groups of Joker’s men moved into other rooms to attack. Blood and debris was strewn through the air. Men were dying left and right and more so of Sofia’s than Joker’s.

Joker stood back and watched the chaos ensue with satisfaction. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of reddish brown hair stream down the hall adjacent to the back room. He made eye contact with Frost who caught on fast. They both went in different directions to seal off both ends of the hall.

Sofia and her bodyguard were trapped in the middle. Sofia dashed back into her office while the bodyguard blocked the doorway. He went to fire at Joker but Joker was too fast and killed the bodyguard with a quick flick of his pistol. 

Joker came inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. Frost stayed out and went back to overseeing the goons. Sofia crouched behind her desk in fear. 

“J-Joker, please! I’m sorry about having your girl killed, honest! Maybe we cut a deal- Aaaah!”

Joker didn’t even let her finish. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her close to his face. He unsheathed his knife and held it between her lips. Trembling with pure rage, he steadied his hand and bared the knife down on her cheek.

“You…took…EVERYTHING from me! She was innocent! She was not involved with any of this! How the hell did you even find her?!”

When Joker got this angry, he sounded demonic. Sofia’s eyes widened in fear. She gasped for air as Joker switched his other hand from her hair to her throat.

“ANSWER ME!”

Sofia cringed. “I…I have my s-sources.” She sputtered.

Joker took a deep breath to calm down and tightened his grip around her neck. 

“I’ve, uh, tolerated our little war over the years, taking hit after hit. You were a hated enemy but not my biggest concern. Now you’ve really gone and done it. I will not ignore you this time.” 

Sofia grunted and tried to wriggle free from his grip. Joker grinned sadistically. 

“You really need to smile more. Here…let me help!” 

He pressed his knife down and sliced upwards. Sofia cried out in pain. Joker laughed maniacally and loosened his grip on her. She kneed him in the groin and pushed him away. Joker brushed it off and shoved her to the ground. She grabbed his leg and pulled him down with her. They fought for what felt like forever. Punching, kicking, pulling hair, whatever they had to do to keep the other down. Sofia was a broad, muscular woman so she put up a good fight against Joker.

Finally Joker managed to gain the upper hand and pinned her down. He drew his pistol and pressed it to her temple. Sofia’s eyes widened in horror. Joker wasted no time and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered on the floor and her body went limp.

Joker stood up and decided this was enough. He left the office and went back to where the shootout was happening. There were still some of Sofia’s men left. Joker got in on the shooting and killed four of them. Frost took care of the rest. Joker gave him the signal for the next step of the plan. 

“Everybody out! Unless you wanna be burned to a crisp!” Frost shouted to the remaining goons.

They hurried out and piled back into the cars. Frost grabbed two gas cans sitting on the steps outside and handed one to Joker. They both poured them around the building, in every room. Joker purposely dumped some on Sofia’s body. 

He threw a few lit matches down on the ground to get the fire started. Then, once he and Frost were out on the steps, he took a grenade out of his coat, pulled the pin, and chucked it inside. 

Joker and Frost sprinted back to the car. Frost hopped in the driver seat and sped away. The others had already left. Joker looked over his shoulder at the burning building in the distance. It was completely engulfed in flames. He felt content with this outcome.

He successfully avenged you but he’d never be the same again.

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A Night to Remember  

Part 6 : Ready, Set... Go

Jensen Ackles x F/Reader Y/N       

Warnings: On screen chemistry, sexual tension, unfaithful, ...      

Side note: English isn’t my first language 

It's a slower chapter.

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Will the world believe that Jensen and Y/N were acting, will the world believe the picture was a publicity stunt? But more importantly, will they?     

Or is their tension towards each other, their ‘harmless’ flirting going to burst into flames? How much longer will they be able to keep their professional distance?   

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Jensen woke up to the harsh Austin sunshine streaming through the blinds, his head pounding and his mouth dry as a desert. He groaned, rubbing his temples as the events of last night slowly began to filter through the fog of his hangover.

He reached for his phone, squinting at the screen. His heart sank as he saw the string of messages he had sent to Y/N. 

"Oh, God," he muttered, sitting up quickly and then immediately regretting it as a wave of dizziness hit him. He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and opened the messages. 

There they were, in all their drunken glory. Confessions of love, longing, and a heart laid bare. He cringed as he read through them, each word a reminder of the feelings he'd been trying to suppress for months. 

After her confession that she missed him he had send the last message. 

J: Y/N, I don't know what it is about you, but I can't stop thinking about you. I know it's wrong, but I can't help how I feel. 

He could almost hear his slurred speech in the texts, and he closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to do next. He immediately thought of Danneel, he never intended to hurt her. But Y/N... there was something about her that he can’t seem to ignore.  

His phone buzzed in his hand, startling him. It was a message from Y/N. 

Y/N: Hey, are you okay?

Y/N: You seemed pretty upset last night?  

Jensen's heart raced as he typed out a reply. 

J: Yeah, I'm okay. 

He stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots that indicated she was typing. Instead, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the caller ID and saw Y/N's name. His heart skipped a beat. 

With a deep breath, he swiped to answer. "Hello?" 

"Jensen?" her voice came through the line, soft and concerned. Hearing her voice after nearly a year did something to him. It was like a shock to his system, stirring emotions he'd tried so hard to bury. 

"Y/N," he breathed, leaning back against the pillows. "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have..." 

"Are you really okay?" she interrupted, her voice cutting through his apology. "You don't sound okay." 

He closed his eyes, the sound of her voice both comforting and painful. "I'm... I don't know. I feel like I've messed everything up."

There was a pause on the other end. "Jensen, I was worried. I could tell something was off, even through the texts. Talk to me." 

He hesitated, the words caught in his throat. But the concern in her voice, the genuine care, broke down his defences. "It's been hard, Y/N. Things with Danneel are... complicated. And then there's you.” 

"Me?" she echoed, her tone a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Yeah, you. Last night, I said things I shouldn't have, but they were true. I can't stop thinking about you." 

Silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Finally, she spoke. "Jensen, you can't. You're married. You can't just pretend that doesn't matter." 

"I know, I’ve been telling myself I made the right choice" he said, his voice pained. "But seeing your pictures, hearing your voice right now... it makes me wonder if I did... make the right choice." 

"Jensen," she sighed, her voice tinged with sadness. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Can we meet? I think we need to talk about this in person." 

Y/N was quiet for a second, he could hear her think. "Jensen, I don't know," Y/N said finally, her voice hesitant. "I'm not sure it's a good idea.” 

"Please, Y/N," Jensen pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "I know I've made a mess of things, but we need to talk about this face-to-face." "Jensen," she sighed, her tone filled with doubt. "I don't want to get hurt. And I don't want to hurt anyone else." 

"I understand," he replied quickly. "I do. But I can't leave things like this. Please, just give me a chance to explain myself properly. We owe it to each other to talk this through, don’t we?" 

Another pause. Jensen could almost hear her weighing her options. “I mean,” he continued, “You said in the ride to the airport you were ok, but you lied so, we need to be honest... don’t we?” He closed his eyes, willing her to say yes. 

"Alright," she said finally, her voice soft but resolute. "But this is just a conversation. Nothing more, no funny business.”  

"I promise," he said, relief flooding through him. "Where do we meet?”

"I'm in Dallas, filming a project," Y/N replied. "Can you come to the set?" 

Jensen hesitated, his mind racing. There would be a lot of people on set, people who could see them together and start asking questions. The last thing he wanted was to create more complications or rumors.

But the urgency in her voice, the need for this conversation to happen face-to-face, outweighed his concerns. "Jensen?" she prompted gently. "Can you come?" 

He took a deep breath, then nodded even though she couldn't see him. "Yeah. When should I be there?" 

"How soon can you get here?" she asked.  "I can leave now," he said, checking the time. "I'll be there in a couple of hours." 

"Okay," she said, relief evident in her voice. "I'll text you the address."

"Thank you, Y/N. I'll see you soon." 

After they hung up, Jensen sat for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but it was necessary. He needed to see her, to explain everything, and to figure out what they were going to do next. 

The drive to Dallas was filled with anticipation and nerves. As he approached the set, he felt a mixture of dread and excitement. He parked his car and followed the directions Y/N had texted him, trying to stay inconspicuous. 

He spotted her near one of the trailers, looking around as if searching for him. When their eyes met, he felt a jolt of electricity. She smiled, a tentative but genuine smile that made his heart ache. 

"Hi stranger," she greeted him softly as he approached. She glanced around, then motioned for him to follow her.  

They walked briskly to her trailer, and she opened the door, stepping inside and holding it open for him. Jensen followed her in, shutting the door behind him. The trailer was small but cozy, filled with the trappings of a temporary home away from home. 

"How are you doing?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Since when have you been back on set? I thought you had a break in filming." 

She sighed, sitting down on the small couch and motioning for him to take a seat next to her. "I'm doing okay, I guess. I got a call from my agent, couldn’t say no.” He nodded, sitting down beside her. "It must be exiting, being back.”  

"It is," she admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, nervous not knowing how to act.  

Jensen too felt a knot of nerves tighten in his stomach as he sat beside Y/N, unsure of how to act in the intimate confines of her trailer. She seemed to sense his discomfort and offered him a drink. 

"Do you want something to drink? I have water, coffee... maybe something stronger if you need it," she said with a small, nervous laugh. 

"Coffee would be great, thanks," he replied, his voice a little strained. She stood up and moved to the small kitchenette, her movements graceful despite the tension between them.  

As she waited for the coffee, she glanced back at him. The sight of him sitting there, looking at her with those soft, puppy-like eyes, made her heart flutter. The butterflies in her stomach were almost overwhelming, a mix of excitement and anxiety. 

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again, every feeling she had for him rushing back with a vengeance. His presence filled the small space, and she was acutely aware of every inch between them.  

She walked back to the couch, handing him the cup. Their fingers brushed as he took it from her, and a spark of electricity shot through her. She sat back down, closer this time, unable to keep the distance that was needed.  

"Thanks," he said softly, his eyes locked onto hers. 

Her heart raced, and she could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. She tried to focus on the conversation, on the practicalities, but all she could think about was how much she had missed him, how much she still cared. 

Jensen took a sip of the coffee, his mind still swirling with emotions. He set the drink down on the small table in front of them and turned to face Y/N fully. 

"Why did you decide to answer my texts?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with curiosity. "After all this time, why now?" 

Y/N looked down, fidgeting with her hands for a moment before meeting his gaze. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "I couldn't hold back anymore. I guess missed you.” 

He watched her, his eyes gentle and full of empathy, "I thought maybe we could be friends," she continued, her voice trembling slightly. "I hoped that if we could just talk, we could figure out a way to stay in each other's lives without making things worse. “ 

“But when I got your messages last night... realising maybe that wasn’t the best plan.” She felt her eyes tearing. Unable to look at him, focussing on her hands folded on her lap.  

Jensen reached out, taking her hands in his, wiping the tear away. " I want to believe that we can be just friends.”  She looked into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his emotions mirrored in her own. "Can we, Jensen. I don't want to hurt anyone, especially not Danneel.”  

"I know," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and sorrow. "And I don't want to hurt anyone either. But not having you in my life is clearly not an option.”  

She nodded, a small tear slipping down her cheek. He reached out and gently wiped it away, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "We'll be friends, and careful, and we'll be honest. That's all we can do." 

Their conversation flowed into a easy going get together.

Jensen asked about her travels mesmerised by her enthusiasm. Listening while she showed him pictures on her phone. But he couldn’t help to glance over at her now and then.  

As their conversation drew to an end, Jensen stood up, "I should probably get going," he said softly, reluctant to leave but knowing they both needed time to process everything. 

Y/N nodded, her emotions swirling, making it hard to find the right words. As he turned to leave, he surprised her by stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her in a warm, unexpected hug. She hesitated for a moment, then melted into his embrace, feeling the strength and comfort of his arms around her. 

When they finally pulled back, Y/N looked up at him, her heart racing. She took in the details of his face, so familiar and yet so striking in this intimate moment. The freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, the perfect shade of green in his eyes that seemed to look right into her soul, and his plump lips that had whispered so many secrets to her. 

A blush crept up her cheeks, and she hoped he didn't notice. But the way he was looking at her, with a mix of tenderness and longing, made her think he did. 

"Take care, Y/N," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"You too, Jensen," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. 

He lingered for a moment, as if wanting to say more, waiting for her to do something, but instead, he gave her a small, reassuring smile and turned to leave. She watched him go, her heart aching and yet filled with a strange sense of hope. 

As the door closed behind him, Y/N let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She touched her cheek where his hand had wiped away her tear, feeling the lingering warmth of his touch.  

Jensen stood outside Y/N's trailer door, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't shake the feeling of the warmth of her body against his, the way she had melted into his embrace. And in that moment, he had wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to taste those lips.  

He leaned against the trailer, running a hand through his hair as he replayed the scene in his mind. Her soulful eyes, filled with vulnerability and longing, had captured his heart in a way he couldn't explain.  

The soft blush on her cheeks and her lips... he could almost feel them against his own, soft and inviting, a perfect match to his own. But he had held back, knowing that would be wrong. They had too much to figure out.  

Taking a deep breath, he pushed away from the door and started to walk away. He knew he had to give her space, time to process everything they had talked about. But as he walked, his thoughts kept drifting back to her.  

In the meantime 

Y/N stood alone in her trailer, her heart racing and her mind spinning with thoughts of Jensen.. Every fiber of her being yearned to run after him, to kiss him, to hold him close and never let go.  

Her hand trembled as she reached out towards the door, aching to follow him, to tell him everything she was feeling. But she hesitated, knowing that rushing after him wouldn't solve anything. 

No, it would only complicate things. But as she stood there, the desire to be with him, to feel his lips against hers, grew stronger with every passing second. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing, trying to push away the urge.  

Finally, she opened her eyes, her resolve faltering. She couldn't ignore the longing in her heart any longer. With a determined sigh, she rushed towards the door, her footsteps echoing in the quiet trailer. 

When she reached the door, Jensen was already gone, disappearing into the distance. She stopped in her tracks, her heart sinking as she realized she had missed her chance. Tears welled up in her eyes.  

It was too late now. Jensen was to far away to follow him, and she was left standing alone, the weight of her regret heavy in her chest. She closed her eyes, silently cursing herself for not taking the leap, for letting fear hold her back from what she truly wanted. 

As Y/N stood outside her trailer, watching Jensen disappear into the distance, she couldn't stand watching him walking away, shoulders slumped in defeat, his back turned to her. Every fiber in her screamed at her to run after him but her mind said no. 

She still hesitated, torn between the fear of rejection and the overwhelming need to be with him. As she turned back towards her trailer, tears streaming down her cheeks, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. 

She looked up to see Jensen, his gaze fixed on her, his expression unreadable. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and in that instant, she saw the pain and longing mirrored in his eyes, a reflection of her own.  

Jensen started to walk back towards her, his pace shifting from slow to almost running. Her heart leaped in her chest as he reached the steps of her trailer and bounded up them. 

His feet still on the last step, standing eye to eye. He cupped her cheek, caressing her skin, whipping away her tears.

Without a word, Jensen leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate, desperate kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other, the weight of their emotions finally finding release in the warmth of their embrace.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Jensen, fingers going through his long hair, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, the intensity of their longing pouring into every touch.  

As they finally pulled back from their passionate kiss, breathless and trembling, they gazed into each other's eyes, their souls laid bare in the raw intensity of the moment. It was a moment that transcended words. 

Before she could say anything, Jensen took another step forward, towering over her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and in that moment, all the walls between them crumbled away. 

Y/N couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "So much for just being friends," she joked, her voice laced with both humor and emotion. 

Jensen chuckled softly, his own eyes shining. "Yeah, I guess we kind of skipped that part," he admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm just grateful to have you in my life, even if it's just as a friend" Y/N said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Giving him the space to back down if he wanted to. 

He tightened his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Me too," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "But I would rather kiss you." 

With that, he leaned back in, his lips finding hers once again in a passionate embrace. They stumbled backwards, the door closing behind them with a soft click, forgotten in the heat of the moment. 

Their kisses grew more urgent, hands roaming over each other's bodies as they lost themselves in the intoxicating rush of desire. But just as things began to escalate, Y/N pulled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. 

"Jensen," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion while his lips travelled to her neck. "We need to slow down. I don't want to rush into anything." 

He looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I just got carried away, I'm sorry." She smiled up at him, her heart filled with gratitude.   

But before they could say anything else, there was a knock on the door, breaking the momentary spell they were under.

"Y/N we're ready for your scene."

She sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Jensen's embrace. 

"I guess I need to go back to set," she said, her voice tinged with regret. Jensen nodded, his hand lingering on her cheek. “Call me when your done for today?”  

Later that day.  

As the day drew to a close and the set began to quiet down, she found herself reaching for her phone, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she dialled Jensen's number.  

It rang once, twice, before he picked up, he excuses himself and walked outside to the garden.  "Hey," he said softly, his tone filled with warmth. "How was the rest of your day?" 

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood through her at the sound of his voice. "It was okay," she replied, her voice tinged with excitement. "But it's better now that I'm talking to you." 

Jensen chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I feel the same way," he admitted. "I've been thinking about you all day."  

Danneel watched him from inside the cozy warmth of their home, a nagging feeling tugging at her heart. He never walked away when having a phone call. 

She watched him pace back and forth, his voice low and hushed as he spoke into the phone. Her brow furrowed with concern as she tried to catch fragments of his conversation, but his words were muffled by the distance between them. 

A wave of uncertainty washed over her as she watched him, her mind racing with questions. What was he talking about? Who was he talking to? And why did she feel like he was keeping something from her? 

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Lilliputian adventures Chapter 6

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Tori's fingers trembled as she flipped the bag flap closed on her side bag. She had gently placed Telwin, Mavri, Fildor, and the rest of the tiny Lilliputians inside. She could feel their miniature bodies shifting and adjusting, finding secure positions amidst the folds of fabric.

"Is everyone okay in there?" Tori whispered.

Telwin's voice piped up, his voice sounding muffled through the fabric. "Snug as a bug! Don't you worry about us, Tori. We're made of sturdy stuff!"

Pulling out her phone, Tori's fingers flew over the screen as she composed a message to Uncle Jim:

"Hey, Uncle J, I really need to see you. Can I come by the dock? It's urgent... Please."

She hit send and held her breath, praying he would respond quickly. Uncle Jim had always been there for her, a steady presence in the chaos of her life. If anyone could provide a safe haven from Trina and provide aid to her tiny guest,it was him.

As Tori waited for a response, she paced back and forth, her mind spinning with worst-case scenarios. What if Trina caught up to her before she could get to the dock? What if Uncle Jim responded poorly to the Lilliputians?

"Deep breaths, Tori," she muttered to herself, trying to calm her frayed nerves. *You've got this. You have to protect them. *

Her phone vibrated with an incoming message, and Tori's heart leaped into her throat as she read Uncle Jim's reply:

"Of course, kiddo. Come on down. I'll be here."

Relief flooded through Tori.

Tori slung the bag over her shoulder and headed towards the dock with renewed purpose.

The salty sea breeze whipped through Tori's chestnut hair as she hurried down the dock, her side bag bouncing gently against her hip.

"Uncle Jim!" Tori called out, spotting his familiar figure hunched over a tackle box on his weathered fishing boat.

He looked up, his sun-worn face breaking into a smile. "Hey kido! What brings you down here in such a rush?"

"Can we... Can you take me out on a trip?" she asked, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. Tori reached into her pocket, pulling out a slip of paper with scribbled coordinates, her hand trembling slightly as she offered it to him.

Jim unfolded the paper, his brow furrowing as he studied the numbers. "This is way out, Tor.”

"What's eating at you, kiddo?" Jim's concern was palpable as he scanned her face, looking for clues.

Before she could muster the words, a shrill voice cleaved through the air. "Tori!"

Trina stormed down the dock, her face contorted with rage. She jabbed a finger at Tori, her eyes wild with accusation. "You thought you could hide from me?”

Tori's heart hammered against her ribs, fear and panic rising in her throat. She instinctively clutched her side bag closer, shielding the tiny lives within.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Trina. Please, leave me alone."

Trina's lips curled into a sneer. "Oh, don't play dumb with me. You have those little freaks, and I want them. They're mine, and you stole them!"

Uncle Jim stepped forward, his voice low and warning. "Now, hold on just a minute. What's all this about?"

Trina whirled on him, her eyes blazing. "Stay out of this, old man. This is between me and Tori."

Tori's mind raced, desperate for a way out. She couldn't let Trina expose the Lilliputians, couldn't bear the thought of them falling into her cruel hands.

"Uncle Jim, please," Tori pleaded, her voice trembling. "I can't explain everything right now, but I need your help. I need to get somewhere safe."

Trina's laughter rang out, harsh and mocking. "Safe? You think you can hide from me? I'll expose you and those little freaks to the whole world. Everyone will know what a lying, thieving little brat you are!"

Tori flinched at the venom in Trina's words, tears stinging her eyes.

"I won't let you hurt them," Tori whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "I won't let you take them."

Tori’s heart pounding as she darted towards Uncle Jim's boat. She leaped aboard, her feet stumbling on the deck.

"Tori, get back here!" Trina screeched, her face contorted with rage. "You can't hide from me forever!"

But Uncle Jim blocked her path. "I don’t know what this is all about!" he said sternly, "But you’re not welcome here, I suggest you scurry on home.”

Trina sputtered, her anger momentarily deflated by Uncle Jim's imposing presence.

As the heated argument escalated, Tori huddled in the boat's cabin, her trembling hands reaching for her bag. She could feel the Lilliputians' tiny forms, their presence a comforting weight against her side.

After a while, Tori’s Uncle crouched in front of her. “What’s going on, Tor?”

Suddenly, a new sound sliced through the discord, its shrill cry growing louder by the second. Tori's hands fell to her sides, and her breath hitched as the unmistakable sirens wail reached her ears.

"Police? Did she really just call the police?" Jim's question hung in the air, confusion mingling with frustration.

"Thought I'd teach you both a lesson," Trina shouted triumphantly.

Panic seized Tori, her mind racing with images of handcuffs and questions she couldn't answer. The tiny people—their safety in jeopardy if discovered.

"Officers will want to hear all about your thieving niece," Trina crowed, her voice reaching a fever pitch as the sirens crescendo, closing in on the dock.

“I’ll handle this; you stay here, Tor,” Jim said, but before he got off the boat, he pressed the boat key into Tori’s hand.

Tori glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of Uncle Jim gesturing animatedly as he engaged the police officers in conversation, his voice rising and falling with persuasive intensity.

*He's buying me time, * she realized, a surge of gratitude mixing with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. *I can't let this chance go to waste. *

Tori's hands trembled as she inserted the key into the ignition, the engine's roar drowning out the sound of her own pounding heart.

With a deep breath, Tori shifted the boat into gear, lurching forward as she navigated away from the dock. The wind whipped through her hair, and the salty spray of the ocean misted her face as she focused on the horizon.

Mavri emerged from the side bag, her red hair whipping in the wind as she climbed onto Tori's shoulder, her tiny hands gripping the fabric of Tori's shirt for balance. "Tori, let us help you," she called out, her voice carrying a note of authority despite its small size. "My crew and I, we're experienced navigators. We can guide you through these waters."

Tori glanced at the tiny captain, a flicker of hope sparking in her chest. "Oh, thank God! Cause I don’t know what I’m doing!”

Mavri snorted “I can see that.”

Tori blushed. “That obvious, huh?”

Telwin clambered up the fabric, scaling up her body to stand on her other shoulder. “No worries, lass, you sail, and we’ll tell you where to go.”

Fildor, his keen eyes scanning the horizon, called out from his perch on top of Tori’s head. "Captain, I believe I know which direction we should head. Our home should lie to the northeast based on the stars and the sun's position."

Mavri nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Aye, that aligns with my instincts as well. Tori, can you adjust our course accordingly?"

Tori, her hands trembling slightly on the wheel, nodded. "I think so. Just give me a moment to get my bearings."

As she began to turn the boat, a sudden gust of wind whipped across the deck, causing the tiny crew to grasp onto the nearest surface for stability, which happened to be the giantess they were all perching on.

"That's odd," Telwin muttered, his brow furrowed. "The wind seems to be picking up rather quickly."

Fildor, his expression grim, pointed towards the distant sky. "I fear it's more than just a passing breeze, my friend. Look there, on the horizon."

Tori followed his gaze, her heart sinking as she saw the dark clouds gathering, the distant rumble of thunder echoing across the waves. "Is that...a storm?"

Mavri, her face set in determined lines, nodded. "Aye, and a fierce one at that. We'll need to brace ourselves. This won't be an easy ride."

As the first raindrops began to fall, Tori squared her shoulders, her jaw set in a determined line. Come what may, she would not let this storm defeat them.

The wind howled like a wounded beast, lashing at the tiny boat with a fury that seemed almost alive. Sheets of rain pounded against the deck, turning the world into a blurry, gray haze.

"Hold on tight!" she called out to her tiny passengers, her voice nearly lost in the roar of the wind.

Tori gritted her teeth, squinting through the driving rain. *I can't see a thing, * she thought, panic rising in her throat.

Just as they began to hope that the worst was over, a massive wave rose up before them, towering over the tiny boat like a watery mountain. Tori's eyes widened, her heart seizing in her chest. There was no time to turn, no way to avoid the wall of water bearing down on them.

The wave crashed over them, and the world went black. Tori felt the icy water close over her head and felt the burn of salt in her nose and throat. *This is it, * she thought, a strange calm settling over her. *This is how it ends. *

[trigger-happy-in-red]

Name: Red Hood

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Unlabeled Queer. Pan is the closest label.

Age: 22

Meta: idk

Lives In: The Alley

Occupation: Alleged Crime Lord

Vices: Smokes if he’s extremely stressed

I work with @the-only-nightwing and @the-coolest-red-robin (they’re brothers your honor)

@the-second-boy-wonder is my little brother (ahem. His brother-son)

@cant-have-shit-in-gotham is one of my henchmen (the same ooc runs both accounts)

@shakespeares-favorite-goon is one of my goons

@stitches-stitches-stitches is my newest henchman. He lives with me.

@back-in-blood works for me (legally)

@flying-graysons-fan and @number1-red-robin-stan are squatting in my favorite safehouse

@super-duper-superboy is from metropolis. He got into my safehouse and won’t leave.

This is an RP Account!

[Interaction rules below the cut, at the very bottom, just above my various tags]

Appearance:

Under the helmet: (specific scars not shown here: small chunk missing in upper right ear, big-ass batarang scar across his throat, palm scar from brotherhood oath) He’s about 6’4.

I have no artistic skill. I did not draw those. Credit goes to the actual artists.

What’s Canon for This Jason?

-Orphaned at (barely) 8

-Taken in by B at (almost) 11

-Adopted by B at 13 (Name change to Todd-Wayne)

-Saved Wil from a gang at 14 (W is 12)

-Killed at (barely) 15

-Buried next to shelia (gravestone reads Jason Peter Todd)

-Revived 6mo later (kinda braindead)

-Talia found him a few weeks after that

-He was put in charge of protecting Damian, Talia tried to get him to heal naturally (D is 2)

-Ra’s got impatient

-Talia bargained for use of the Pits

-Damian and Jason swear an oath of brotherhood

-eventually Jason goes back to Gotham (J is 17)

-Takes over crime and drugs and shit (D is supposed to be sent over just as J gets control. He’s trying to make it safer for his brother)

-NO FUCKING TITANS TOWER INCIDENT

-well ok, he goes there and tries to scare Tim out of being Robin, but it’s 99% posturing and “warnings” and 1% punching a hole in a wall (Tim does not get hurt, and Jason does not try to hurt him. Because I said so)

-Meets and hires Wil at 18 (W is 16)

-The batarang-throat incident did happen. His goons had to peel him off the cement and take him to Doc Thompkins. Jason flatlined three times. (Wil was among them) (J is 19, W is 17)

-Goons are now super protective of him btw. Esp the ones that were there.

-Talia decides not to send D to B when she hears.

-Yk that time when Batman drugged Jason with something so that every time his adrenaline got going he’d get pumped full of fear? that ALMOST happened here. The needle was to his neck when the other birds interrupted.

Also canon are

-Jason is some kind of mixed heritage of vaguely Spanish-speaking descent. Passes for white in Gotham (where there’s no sun) but if he tans at all he doesn’t anymore.

-Jason speaks. So Many languages.

-Jason Al Ghul

-GoodMom!Talia who couldn’t do enough to help her sons

-BadParent!Bruce who gets better with each kid (so, bad for dick, barely better for jason, slightly better for tim, decent for cass and duke) but the previous kids don’t reap the rewards (so still bad for dick and jason, slightly better for tim, etc)

-GoodBrother!Dick

-Jason loves Wonder Woman

He has PTSD! Woooo! (Btw shamelessly stealing “Proper Gotham Parent” (making it proper family tho) and the “PTSD-attack-make-him-think-he’s-bleeding-out(from batarang)-again” from Alley Business by thetiniestteapot on Ao3

The trigger list may change over time

He’s also got claustrophobia (worsened if it’s dark)

main triggers are: the feel of silk (esp purple/red), manic laughter, batarangs/similar weapons flying towards him, the joker, being called a monster and doing/saying/someone thinks he did ‘monstrous’ things

minor triggers are: the smell of mahogany, constant beeping/ticking, Batman’s disappointed-pleading-angry voice, the smell of stale-wet dirt (esp mixed with blood)

(Also- I don’t have ptsd, so if I fuck something up, tell me and I’ll fix it)

Who Does he Consider Family?

Alfred- Grandfather. will admit it, has admit it.

Talia- Mom. likes to reference her vaguely as his Mom or T

Catherine- she may be dead, but she was his Ma.

Dick- older brother, but only admits it to Dick or other family. Has admit it to Dick.

Cass- sort-of-twin sister, also wouldn’t outright admit it, but she Knows.

Tim- little brother. will only admit it to people who are very close to Jason or very close to Tim. has admit it.

Damian- little brother. will admit it, hasl admit it to. calls him habibi and ahki.

Jay Todd, Robin- his son. will admit it, has admit it. calls him Little Red

Morel- his kid.

To a lesser extent:

Steph, Duke, and Babs, as family-of-my-family

His goons, in a distant sort of way

The Alley kids, in a distant sort of way

Not even remotely:

Shelia, Bruce, Ra’s

(I don’t speak any language other than English. I’m using Google translate and fanfics. Please correct me.)

Rules for Interacting:

1) Please talk to me. I am cripplingly lonely.

2) Cussing, NSFW, etc. is fine

3) Dont ship this Jason with anyone. I’ve got plot to do. (Jokes are fine, just not incestual/psudo iscestual, r@pe/non con, or outside of his age group)

4) My brain can be a little funky sometimes—dm me before you send me an (unprompted) rp ask. This is to give me an idea of what’s going on. (N & Z are exempt) I have the right to not rp with you if my brain isn’t vibing with it.

Plot tags:

Welcome to Gotham Arlo - back-in-blood centered

Part X of my Tragic Backstory - cant-have-shitin-gotham centered

batfam without the bat - centered around Hood’s family (or not-family)

red hood’s goons - centered around or includes Jason's goons.

Character interaction tags:

fuck you b - chain includes the original (bad) Bruce/Batman, directly or as a major theme

batdad ftw - chain includes the new (good) Bruce/Batman, directly or as a major theme

pushing my mobwife Wil propaganda - chain includes my oc Wilbur “Wil” “Greenie” Jacobs, directly or as a major theme. This is also mostly under “#600000k word slowburn” until I fix it.

big wing and little wing - chain includes Dick/N, directly or as a major theme

gotham’s bookclub - chain includes E, directly or as a major theme

stitching together a family - chain includes Stitches, directly or as a major theme

daddy issues (billionaire edition) - chain includes Kon/Superboy, directly or as a major theme

one r two r red r blue r - chain includes Tim/RR, directly or as a major theme

they can cook! - chain includes Bernard, directly or as a major theme

robin hood? in dc? - chain includes Damian/R5, directly or as a major theme

little red and big red - chain includes Jay/R2, directly or as a major theme

dad the squeakquel - chain includes Morel, directly or as a major theme

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 01 - Trap

Your Throne - Medea x Perion

Medea covered her lips with her hand, barely trying to hold back the amused chuckle that left her lips. Lowering her sword and walking towards her opponent, the duchess’s smile grew even larger. “At this point, I can’t help but think you enjoy getting yourself in this kind of situation, Perion.”

“S-shut it, will you?” The cardinal groaned, trying to free his leg from the ropes, swinging his suspended body left and right as he did so. However, no matter how much he squirmed or hit the knot with his free heel, it wouldn’t bulge the slightly.

As she approached the man hanging upside down, Medea crossed her arms. Watching his attempts to break free almost made her feel bad for him. Almost, after all, how could she even pity someone when the scene unfolding before her was this entertaining? “That’s not going to work,” she added, earning another frustrated groan from the redhead, “snare traps wouldn’t be made so often if animals could escape them like that.”

As much as Perion disliked it, he gave up. Dropping his arms in defeat, he sighed out loud, watching as the duchess stood in front of him. “I-I get it, help me now, will you?”

“I don’t know”, Medea teased,using the wooden sword to poke his stomach, making the cardinal flinch lightly, but enough to not slip past Medea’s attentive gaze. “Maybe if you ask me nicely?”

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” Perion hissed, crossing his arms as his body slowly swung around. “Fine, help me, please, Medea.”

Medea grinned wickedly, sending shivers down the back of Perion’s neck. He knew she was up to something - and it probably was no good. “Surely, Pel, leave it to me,” she mused, graciously swinging her sword around. 

Perion closed his eyes, already expecting her to use it to cut the ropes and drop him to the ground, but it shouldn’t be something that he couldn’t handle. However…

“M-Mehehedea!” He giggled, trying to use his arms to protect his middle as she continued to poke his sides and stomach with the sword. They were quick, nimble and… horribly ticklish. “J-just cuhuhut the rohope alreheheady!” Perion pleaded, trying to use his hands to stop her sword.

“I’m trying, Pel, but you keep moving so much… I can’t possibly land a blow with you moving like this, can I?” She mocked him, skillfully pushing his hand away before continuing to poke his sides, even aiming some pokes on his ribs.

The cardinal could feel the blood flowing down to his head - either because of the time he was hanging upside down or because of the embarrassment he felt. “I swehehear! O-once I gehehet out, you- ACK!!”

Before he could finish his threat, Medea swung her blade one more time, but, this time, directed to the rope keeping him in the air. Despite using a wooden sword, her blow had enough strength to make the rope snap, dropping Perion on the ground.

“You’re welcome,” she said sarcastically, placing her sword over her shoulder as she smiled down at him. “Now get up, we are done practicing.”

“You- a-agh…” Perion groaned, rubbing the top of his head as he gave Medea an angry look. “Yes, duchess,” he muttered, picking up his own sword before following her. What a difficult woman…

A/N: So, to start this year's TickleTober, I wanted to be a liittle self indulgent and spoil myself with one of my favorite pairings from this manhwa eheh

Hope you guys enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next days!

[dhr-ao3]

Her Voice

Her Voice https://ift.tt/t17Ujkw by CreativeWriter92 Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy discovered their soul bond in 4th year and begin a secret relationship until the war drives them apart. Hermione turns to the one thing that has been constant since childhood, music. Once the war is won, Hermione throws herself into charity work while she and Blaise begin to write music together to help with the trauma. Draco couldn't be more surprised when the Golden Girl and Harry Potter showed up at his trial to testify. Granger wouldn't even look at him yet she still pleaded her case. Gifted with 6 months of house arrest, Draco writes letters to Granger but never sends them. Once he's finally out, he meets Granger to apologize and beg for another chance. They have a soul bond afterall. They are meant to be. He'll wait for her. Words: 3350, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, First Kiss, Loss of Virginity, Praise Kink, BAMF Hermione Granger, Hurt/Comfort, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott Friendship, Hermione Granger & Blaise Zabini Friendship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Anal Play, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Good Slytherins, Eventual Happy Ending, Romance, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/ydVFwOW April 26, 2024 at 07:42PM

[knoxvillesjackass]

drunk in love - j.k

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 (𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑥) 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

words; 957

“I think you oughta come and pick her up.”

I clung to the shoulder of my best friend and followed her movements as we made our way through the crowded club. Bodies swayed to the beat of the music.

“How drunk is she?” I heard Johnny ask through the phone, and a wave of guilt washed over me when I remembered how I’d promised him, that I wouldn’t get too drunk.

“On a scale of one to ten; a solid fifteen,” my friend spoke, and I shamefully had to agree; I was practically incompetent.

“Alright, just stay with her. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Can I talk to her?” Johnny asked, and as we exited the club, I felt the cold breeze send shivers down my spine.

My friend handed me the phone, and I was immediately met with Johnny’s stern yet worried voice.

“I thought we had a deal?” he asked, and I sighed.

“Deals don't count when you're drunk,” I managed to slur out, and only if I had been sober, would I have realised that, that sentence made zero sense.

“J-Just don’t hang up the phone. Keep talking to me, alright?” Johnny asked, and just as I was about to agree to his terms, I was approached by an unfamiliar voice.

“Do you want my jacket? You can borrow it.”

I turned around and stared into the hazel eyes of a young man. He looked to be around my age. He was also drunk.

“I-I’m good!” I yelled. Even though we were standing outside of the club, the music from inside was still overpowering our voices.

“Who’s that, Y/N?” Johnny asked, worried with a tint of jealousy roaming in his voice.

I didn't respond, but instead, I turned away from the stranger, only to discover that Brianna, my best friend, was no longer by my side.

“What's your name?” The stranger asked. This time, his cold hand landed on my shoulder. His touch wasn't aggressive or forceful, but it still caused me to turn around.

“My name is Y/N,” my drunken self foolishly believed, that the man was simply trying to make a friend.

“Y/N, who are you talking to?” Johnny asked, this time louder.

When I attempted to correct my short dress that had been crawling up my thigh, I managed to lose my balance and drop the phone in my hand.

“Shit!”

In an eager attempt to fix the damage, I leaned down and tried to pick up the now shattered phone from the ground, but the quick movement made me dizzy, and I felt all the alcohol shift around in my stomach, slowly making its way up my throat.

My hands went to my mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent what happened next; I choked, shut my eyes, bent down and groaned as a thin rush of fluid swarmed my mouth and splashed down on the pavement.

“Shh, baby girl. You're alright.”

It wasn't the voice I had hoped to hear, instead, the same man, whose name I didn't even know, placed a hand on my lower back and pulled my hair behind my head.

My eyes were watery, and my throat was on fire as I stood up again and shook my head. I was dizzy and cold, and the man, whose intentions were suddenly clearer than ever, did not help my situation.

“Let me take you home, baby girl.”

His voice was perverted and sick, and although my pleas for him to just leave me alone were loud and clear, he did not budge one bit.

“I-I have a boyfriend. Please, just leave me alone,” I hiccuped and prayed for Johnny to show up.

Like an angel sent from the sky, the familiar black rover pulled up in front of me, and from inside the car, Johnny must've noticed your pleading eyes, because he jumped out of the car and stormed straight towards the guy, whose grip was wrapped around my wrist.

A single punch square in the jaw was all it took for the intoxicated man to hit snooze right there on the pavement.

Johnny wasn't an aggressive individual and he’d never enjoyed fighting people, but when it came to the people he loved, it was a different story.

“You hung up the phone?” Johnny asked me and took his jacket off, wrapping it around your freezing body.

I stretched out my arm and pointed toward the smashed phone on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” I spoke and Johnny sighed sympathetically. “Oh, baby,” he hushed and recognised my emotions shifting.

I had a tendency to become rather childish whenever I was drunk.

Shamefully, a tantrum was not an unusual scene after I’d had a couple of drinks.

Luckily, Johnny was always good at taking care of me, but at times I wondered; how on earth did he manage to keep up with my temper?

“Let's get you in the car,” Johnny spoke, but I remembered that Brianna was still in there, and I'd just smashed her phone.

“N-No, I need to find Brianna!” I slurred and tried to break from Johnny’s grip, but it was no use.

“I called Tom. He's on his way here. It's alright.”

Tom, who was one of Johnny’s best friends — and Brianna’s husband, was the one to introduce Brianna and me.

“But, I shattered her phone,” I frowned guiltily and felt hot tears stinging in the corner of my eyes.

My emotions were bolstered by the alcohol and the temper of a little child was revealed.

But Johnny, who had the patience of a saint, merely grabbed me firmly and swiftly swooped me off the ground, one arm under my legs, the other supporting my back.

“What about Br-”

“Brianna is fine, Y/N.”

Johnny shut me up and walked to the passenger side of the car.

In a swift moment, Johnny managed to remove his one hand from under my leg, suddenly supporting my whole body weight with only one arm as he opened the car door with his free hand.

He placed me in the seat and strapped me in as if I was two years old, and closed the car door carefully.

“You feeling okay?” Johnny asked and settled in the driver's seat.

I didn't respond. My whole world was spinning, and I felt like a newborn baby, barely able to keep my head up.

Johnnt reached into the backseat and handed me a bottle of water, along with a bag of my favourite crisps.

“You're the best,” I sighed and looked at Johnny. He placed a warm hand on my thigh and rubbed it lovingly.

“Try and get some sleep, yeah?” Johnny said, and I nodded, placing my hand on top of Johnny’s, allowing myself to completely doze off.

[roohuh]

A Brother Incarcerated

Professor Sharp x MC

Part two of Piercing Eyes

Summary: Rosie writes to her brother in Azkaban.

Warnings: hopeless situation

Dearest John,

I was told you can not receive letters in Azakaban, however I am hoping against hope that they reach you. I was told you killed Chris then they whisked you away, but I just can not believe it. You would never do that, if anyone would speak with me I would tell them that. The two of you were closer than just brothers by law. I am relentlessly sending owls as of late. Eventually someone will help us and we will get you home. I miss you. With you and Chris gone, Penny and I are all alone. It is hard, but we are keeping the place in tip top shape awaiting your return.

With Love Your Big sister Rosie

Dearest John,

I am once again writing in desperate hopes these letters reach you. I am starved for adult interaction. So far as to talk to the strangest man I have ever met outside of J. Pippins. He had the most piercing eyes, I must say he made me feel quite uneasy but there seemed to be a tenderness to him, it was hard to explain. Penny misses you. She has grown to be quite the little babbler with new words popping up every day. Just the other day I heard her say kitty while chasing down the poor cat. Everything farm wise is going well besides Logan being pushy. That man will not back down in life or business; he propositioned that we wed and join the two businesses into one. Could you imagine the shock on his face when I turned him down? Such an arrogant man. I would keep the farm just the way Chis left it.

With Love your Big Sister Rosie

Dearest John,

I miss you everyday that goes by; I worry dreadfully for you. I hope there is some ray of sunshine in your world which brings you some sort of solace. If you lose hope do not worry I will keep it up for the both of us. I have reached someone at the ministry and have been permitted to write someone higher up an owl, to plead our case. I am almost finished drafting the letter, I will send it tonight. Penny is growing and the farm is well. I think I have made a sort of friend in the fellow with the piercing eyes as he has begun buying fluxweed from me. He is very polite and kind, never haggling with me as others will. He has this seriousness about him that I can not help but giggle at. I enjoy his company but miss you. We will bring you home.

With Love your Big Sister Rosie

My Dearest John,

I have made an most exciting discovery. Perry Pippin has informed me that my new friend, Mr. Sharp, used to work for the ministry. He is coming by the farm sometime in the next few days to pick up some supplies and I am going to ask him if he will help out with the case! I will not let him say no and shall keep you updated of course. I can not write much today as Penny is being entirely too quiet for anything good to come of it so I must be done now but all my love to you

Your Big Sister Rosie

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I hope you enjoy the new series! I am going to let Obliviate simmer for a while then go back edit and finish. In the mean time this is what I am going to be working on! Love anyone who reads!! ❤️❤️❤️

[imasimpcentral]

Z - please go!

J - what is it, what's wrong my dear?

Z - you know nothing about me, you've known me only a few years!

J - a few years?? Zeke I've known you all my life.

Z - all your life..

J - it's true, I've seen you in a thousand plays, read you in as many books, when I've heard beautiful music I thought, "he'd like that". I've looked at flowers and known that one day I'd give them to you-

Z - oh stop, stop! You must listen to me I'm not that man. Perhaps I was once but I'm not now, you see you were wrong. You can't trust me.

J - are you trying to tell me that someone whose name we both know and won't mention sent you?

Z - what are you saying?

J - you see I've known all along... I had looked you up the day you arrived.

Z - and it didn't make any difference-?

J - it didn't make any difference. You see I trust you. You came here to betray me and to remove my magic and to remove all magic for that matter, that is your mission Zeke Beakerman Nichols and yet I am so sure of your love that I will trust you with my life and what is far more valuable the state of the wizard realm and my magic.

Z - I will betray you...

J - if you do you will betray yourself at the same time.

Z - yes, yes I know...

J - so you shall know my secret even now as we sit here there is a great network growing tighter around the foremost wizard counsels of the world treaties, packs, alliances being formed against your sister who sent you. Tonight I will sign a pact that will set the wheels in motion to destroy her.

Z - destroy her? NO!

J - she's made a great many mistakes the greatest of all was sending you here Zeke.

Z - why?

J - she knew I should love you but she did not guess that you would fall in love with me.

Z - no... she didn't guess that...

J - then you do see that you cannot betray her.

Z - if I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray her, I betray my family. My family is very dear to me.

J - dearer than I?

Z - no...no not dearer than you.

J - then will you help me defeat her?

Z - help you... defeat her?

J - by telling me her plans, that's the only way I can hope to defeat her. We can't both win you see Zeke.

Z - I'm.. beginning to see.

J - then you will help me?

Z - by giving you any information I may possess concerning our plans?

J - yes.

Z - you're very clever, aren't you? Oh I can read you like a book now... You thought I was young and easily swayed. That you could make me love you and I would throw over my family, my duty for you!

J - it's not the way to look at it Zeke!

Z - you weren't so wise after all because you've lost you hear me? Lost! You've guessed wrong in our little duel of wits you forgot how close hate is to love!

J - you don't know what you're saying Zeke!

Z - you never loved me! You knew that I loved you and you used that!

J - Zeke stop talking like a child we're playing for magic now!

Z - yes, we are aren't we!? This is a gun in my hand Justin. I'd advise you to be careful what you say...

J - well... Rather melodramatic aren't you? Tell me, will I be the seventh knot from the gun or the eighth? Haha... Do you mind if I smoke?

Z - smoke?

J - I always smoke in the theatre somehow it enhances the performance.

Z - you can do anything you please Justin, but you have very little time to do it in.

J - you mean you're actually going to kill me?

Z - I mean just that.

J - well, go ahead.

Z - I'll do this my own way. Look! You already know my purpose in being here now you will either give me your magic or I will kill you. You have until nine o'clock.

J - you won't do it. You can't pull the trigger... You can't pull it because you love me it takes a very brave and a very cold man to do that Zeke, I don't think you can. Isn't that true? Isn't that why you're waiting?

Z - that's not true!

J - or is it that you want to watch your victim, you want my heart to constrict with agony, my hands to shake, you want me to plead for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me! Sorry Zeke I don't seem to be in the mood for prayers tonight.

Z - you don't think I'll do it! That's why you're so brave. You don't think I'll do it. You wouldn't be so brave otherwise. You're a coward at heart. You lied to me, you deceived me-

J - you tried to deceive me.

Z - I'm tired of listening to you!

J - you gave me your heart you know? You'd like me to hand it back whole again, but I won't. You'll live a long time yet Zeke an eternity without me... You will look into the faces of passers by hoping for something that will for an instant bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing.

Z - you dare to talk of bravery..!

J - what else do we have to talk about Zeke? For me there will never be another man but you, but for my heart there is another love that must come before you, my magic. You're so still. Your face is like ice. What are you thinking Zeke?

Z - what does anything you can say matter? You betrayed me with words. What good are words? Your heart is breaking... If I fail now I should deserve to die. You tricked me into loving you.

J - aren't you forgetting that you came here with the same purpose?

Z - I couldn't have betrayed you. I tried to tell you. You said you already knew! I was as honest as I knew how to be!

J - do you think I wanted to love you? Knowing where you came from and what your mission was? Don't you suppose that every hour we were together I was thinking, "he's just pretending"

Z - I wasn't! I loved you!

J - and I loved you so much I let you pretend... Because you brought something to my days I couldn't stand the thought of losing.

[. The clock stricks nine pm .]

J - Listen to your heart Zeke. Feel it pounding.

Z - your time is up!

J - then my last words I love you Zeke.

Z - you're determined to die with a lie on your lips!

[. gunshots are heard .]

J - I love you Zeke.

Z - oh, god.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"LIBERATE TRIO HELD IN DRUGGIST'S DEATH," Toronto Star. April 10, 1934. Page 5. --- Megaffin, Nichols and Curtis Discharged by Police Magistrate --- "No bill" having been found by a spring assize grand jury last week, Cecil Megaffin and Harold W. Nichols, charged with manslaughter, walked out of men's police court today free men.

"A grand jury finding no bill against them last week. I am given to understand the charges will be withdrawn," said R. H. Greer, counsel for Megaffin.

"I have no instructions to the contrary," replied F. I. Malone, crown attorney.

Edward J. Curtis, held as a material witness in the same case, had the charge withdrawn.

The charges arose out of the death of Clelland Russell. Pape Ave.. druggist, who was found on the running board of his car with his skull battered.

Took Eggs from Truck Theft of 30 dozen eggs on March 20. belonging to I. Spivak. King St., plus a record, helped George Morrisette to six months definite and six months indefinite in the reformatory.

J. Marco, working at an parking lot nearby, saw accused, accompanied by two others, lift a case of 30 dozen of eggs from a truck on Market St.. he said.

Marco told the court that he had seen the same youth take a bag of sugar a few days previously. "You know what Magistrate Coatsworth told you last time?" queried Mr. Malone of accused. "That it was my last chance," was the reply.

"All right, six definite and six indefinite," decided his worship.

Penitentiary Warning "It will be the penitentiary for you if you keep it up." the crown attorney promised John Kerr and Roy Rutledge, who were placed on probation for one year on a theft charge.

Five Days to Clean Up Looking as if he had been hanging over the smoke stack. Joe Host pleaded guilty to beating his way on a C.P.R. train yesterday and was fined $10 or five days. "To clean up," added Magistrate Tinker. Accused told the court, through an interpreter, that he was looking for work, and getting an offer of a job on a farm near here he had "hopped" a train because he had no money.

Standing in the dock facing drunk charges was nothing new for them. Robt. McHenry and John King admitted to the court. As a result they were given options of $50 or 30 days each. "Don't make the mistake again," his worship warned them.

Uses Drug for Rheumatism Finding John Whalen, a youth, in the basement of a lunch counter at Yonge and Gerrard Sts. on April 2 with codeine, a spoon. eye-dropper and a hypodermic needle in his possession, an officer arrested him on a vagrancy charge.

"He uses it for his rheumatism," said his mother.

"I am not an addict," broke in accused.

Whalen had a long record, which included theft and housebreaking charges. "I don't want to send you to jail," sighed the eadi. "It would do neither you nor your mother any good. You had better stop the drugs because they are only steps to more serious things. They will lead to your ruin. I am going to put you on probation for a year to Captain Bunton of the Salvation Army."

Betrayed By a Bottle When Harry Higgen got out of a car involved in an accident at the corner of Lowther Ave, and St. George St. last Thursday, a bottle. half full of whiskey, tumbled to the pavement. P.C. Graham testified. in liquor and traffic court to-day. As a result Higgen was ordered to pay a $30 fine or spend 30 days in jail, being convicted of consuming in an illegal place.

Roomer Was Too Generous Sobbing that she had been victimized by a roomer at her mother's house, Mary Buga. 17-year-old crippled girl pleaded guilty to having illicit alcohol. She came out of a house on Chestnut St. carrying a pint of the spirits, Motorcycle Officer Gannon stated.

"Mike Hiba gave it to me and told me to treat my sister." she testified, in tears. "I didn't think there was anything wrong."

Hiba, she said, lived at her mother's house with her three little brothers and another man.

At the suggestion of the bench a charge of having was brought against Hiba, who denied everything, never saw the girl that day." he asserted. "I am hard-working peddler."

"Of alcohol?" queried J. A. Marshall, crown prosecutor. "Er-nh-no." replied Mike.

"I don't believe this man. He is not telling the truth." decided Magistrate Browne, fining Hiba $100 and costs or 3 months, with an additional one month in jail and discharging the girl.

Day of Young Criminals "Isn't it the boys of this age that are the experienced criminals of today?" remarked Magistrate Browne when Arthur O'Reilly, 20, pleaded guilty to shopbreaking. "I don't see many of the old timers involved in big crimes nowadays."

O'Reilly alias O'Brien, who charged jointly with Gerald was H. Browne with breaking into Herman Speers' drug store on Gerrard St. E.. March 19, had admitted stealing $13.40 and a quantity of cigarettes and tobacco. He was given 60 days in the reformatory while Browne was discharged.

T. B. Horkins made a strong plea for mitigation, pointing out the accused had only been married three months and was making a determined effort to reform and live down several other convictions of theft. "He is a wanderer from Nova Scotia without guidance," he pleaded. "He was perfectly frank about it all and accepts all the responsibility."

"He has had experience In crime," his worship observed. "If it were not for counsel's plea I would be tempted to send him to the reformatory for two years: his record warrants it. There is no doubt in my mind that he was shielding this other man."