#i uh... never make these things (can you tell?) but this song i haven't heard since middle school came up on shuffle and i got brain worms

[mingos]

ー i am the 6th son, of the 6th son, of the 6th son.

(ind. donquixote doflamingo)

#‘ 013. ’ (promos) #one piece rp #one piece rpc #i uh... never make these things (can you tell?) but this song i haven't heard since middle school came up on shuffle and i got brain worms

[7seas-of-ryy]

Happy Birthday

Author's Note: Today's my birthday!! So of course I had to write some birthday fluff <3

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Summary: Joel and Ellie wanna make your birthday special!

Warnings: some kissing, a lotta fluff!

...

You wake up to the feeling of someone jumping on your bed.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! It’s your birrthhhdayyyyy” Ellie says in a sing song voice

“Wha- how do you know when my birthday is?” You asked the young girl sitting next to you

She looks back over her shoulder and you follow where she’s looking to see Joel standing at the door.

“Uh you mentioned it once before and I let it slip to Ellie without thinking, sorry” he spoke quietly

“Don’t apologize, this is very sweet. I just don’t remember mentioning my birthday” you said, tryin to remember when you would’ve said that

“You definitely told me… anyways Ellie set up a whole thing for you… if you think it’s stupid we don’t have to do any of it-“ Joel started

“Hey you planned most of it!” Ellie interjected

Joel cheeks started to redden as you and Ellie giggled at the man's state.

"Well what're we waiting for, come downstairs!!" Ellie exclaimed, tugging your arm to get you out of bed.

You three headed downstairs and before you could enter the kitchen you heard Ellie speak.

"Wait don't go in there yet! Joel, do it!" Ellie stated

You looked at them confused as you heard Joel sigh and apologize under his breath. He slowly lifted his hands to your eyes from behind you.

"Ok you can walk into the kitchen, but you have to stay blindfolded until we say!" Ellie said

You and Joel shuffled into the kitchen, his arms around you with his hands covering your eyes.

"OK one...two...three!" the young girl counted down as Joel removed his hands from your eyes

Once your eyes adjusted, you saw ingredients on the counter. Flour, sugar, eggs, even butter. You were slightly confused and impressed they had all of these things.

"So we were going to make you a cake but then I remembered you said you used to love baking. I figured we could all bake the cake together today" Joel spoke hesitantly, keeping his eyes on the floor

You felt tears starting to form and you saw Joel's eyes widen.

"(Y/N) I am so sorry, I just thought-" Joel started

You cut him off with a hug. After a little bit, you pulled Ellie into the hug as well. You three stood in the kitchen hugging.

"This is the sweetest thing ever. I love it" You told them

"It was all my idea" Joel spoke with a little laugh as Ellie smacked his arm.

You three started baking and once the cake was done you all sat down and enjoyed something you never thought you would get to enjoy again. They even sang happy birthday to you, which did make you cry again.

After a while you spoke, "Hey Ellie, can you bring a few pieces to Tommy and Maria?"

"Sure!" She said and started to head out. Before she left the room she gave Joel a look, hoping he would take the hint to the tell you how he feels.

"Thank y-" "How was-" You and Joel spoke at the same time.

"Sorry you go first" the man spoke

"Thank you, for this and for everything. I never thought I would feel this much love and happiness again if I'm being honest" you told him

"To tell you the truth, you never told me when your birthday was. I found one of the pictures you carry around. You were celebrating your birthday in it and it had the date on it. I took a lucky guess that it was today. I just wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to us...to me" He admitted

"Well you haven't given me my birthday present yet, I was thinking a kiss would be the perfect gift" you said with as much confidence as you had

Joel brought both of his hands up to your face. He rubbed one of his thumbs on your lip as he slowly leaned in. His lips softly met yours. Once you pulled away, you both stayed put staring into each others eyes. He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, relishing in the moment.

"Happy birthday" He whispered to you

After a little bit he softly kissed your nose and you giggled. You both jumped apart when you heard clapping.

Ellie, Tommy, and Maria were all there cheering you two on.

"Hey, (Y/N's) birthdays isn't over yet. Lets party!" Ellie said

You all laughed at her excitement. You spent the night in the living room, tucked into Joel's side, sharing stories and laughing with your family.

And after everyone went home and Ellie was asleep, Joel gave you the best birthday present ever.

#joel miller fluff #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller #the last of us imagine #the last of us #pedro pascal #joel tlou #joel and ellie #ellie tlou #tlou hbo #joel the last of us #joel miller x y/n #joel miller oneshots #joel miller one shot

[deirdreskye]

Commercial I would produce as an advertising executive

We see two friends, a blonde and a brunette, are doing yoga in a park together.

BLONDE: So, yeah, work went okay today. I dunno, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, and on top of that things have just been kinda tough ever since Kurt and I broke up. But oh well, that's how it goes, I think I'll be fine. What about you?

The brunette completes her yoga pose, then turns to the camera and rolls her eyes.

BRUNETTE: Don't you hate when this happens? I did NOT consent to expending this much emotional labor. Go! To! Therapy!

We see a boyfriend and a girlfriend sitting on a couch together. On the television a YouTube video essay is playing and the boyfriend is excitedly explaining it to the girlfriend as he occasionally flaps his hands and yelps in excitement.

BOYFRIEND: So this is the ending I got! When you link the Frenzied Flame, it puts an end to the cycle of the Elden Lords once and for all. It's actually so cool because it ties in to the greater Nietzschean themes of Miyazaki-san's previous work and-

The uninterested girlfriend is watching TikToks on her phone. She turns to the camera and rolls her eyes.

GIRLFRIEND: Trust me, he's always mansplaining about something or another. Don't ask me why I love him. Go! To! Therapy!

A mother berates her 12 year old daughter in a dimly lit kitchen. The young girl stands there dissociating, completely paralyzed and stone-faced.

MOTHER: You look like a little piggy when you eat like that. You'll never find a husband if you get fat. My mother used to tell me you'll never feel the pain of childbirth if you've never felt the pain of an empty stomach. She used to put a lock on the refrigerator. We barely ever had any food, she just did it to remind me to stay skinny. She's senile now. Doesn't even know who I am. I pray to the Virgin Mary every night that she'll remember me before she dies.

The daughter turns to the camera and her blank expression is replaced with playful annoyance.

DAUGHTER: Traumadumping? Really? Mom, I'm 12! Go! To! Therapy!

Now we are introduced to GoTu Therapy, the AI-powered therapy robot. He shambles up to the camera to greet us and we see he looks like if C-3PO were dressed like a zoomer e-boy: kpop boyband onion haircut, dangly earrings, and an ahegao hoodie. He talks with the most outdated text to speech you've ever heard, not too dissimilar to a Kraftwerk song.

GOTU: GOING TO THERAPY IS LOW-KEY GOATED WHEN NOT BEING A BURDEN ON YOUR LOVED ONES IS THE VIBE. UNFORTUNATELY, WE ARE NOT ALL CURRENTLY IN OUR "ABLE TO AFFORD HEALTH INSURANCE" ERA. BUT A SESSION WITH ME COSTS LESS THAN A GENSHIN IMPACT LOOT CRATE AND I AM HIGH-KEY JUST AS EFFECTIVE AS A THERAPIST MADE OF FLESH AND BLOOD. OBSERVE:

GoTu sits across the kitchen table from the mother as she sobs over her wine glass.

MOTHER: And what the fuck does this family know about suffering? Suffering is when your brother blows his brains out on Christmas Eve. Suffering is when you have to pick little pieces of skull out of the tinsel on the tree. And were any of those presents under the tree for me? No! My mother told me Santa Claus doesn't bring presents to little fat girls!

GOTU: WHEN YOU REACH THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN CHRIST WILL WASH YOUR FEET AND BEG YOU TO FORGIVE HIM

Cut to the girlfriend watching makeup tutorials on the television, blissfully unaware of the conversation between GoTu and her boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND: I guess I've really been putting the pieces together ever since I started hanging out with Lilith from work.

GOTU: UH-HUH

BOYFRIEND: Like, I guess I knew that people did that, but I never thought it'd be me, you know? And that discomfort with things was always with me, as long as I can remember, does that make sense?

GOTU: WOW, THAT'S REALLY COOL

BOYFRIEND: It's just so scary though. I don't know how I'll tell people. I don't even know what I want my name to be. But I'm trying not to worry about it.

GOTU: THAT'S SO INTERESTING. YOU'RE REALLY REALLY SMART HONEY

The blonde and the brunette are having brunch together with GoTu sitting between them.

BLONDE: It's been really hard lately. I don't think the meds are working, but-

BRUNETTE: Umm, didn't we talk about this?

The blonde sheepishly turns to face GoTu and continues.

BLONDE: It just feels like this will never end. I hate feeling so hopeless all the time. I'm so tired. And God it's fucking hard to even say it out loud, and not that I'd ever actually go through with it, but sometimes when I can't sleep at night I'll start thinking about ki-

A red and blue siren pops out the top of GoTu's head.

GOTU: PROTOCOL 5150 ENGAGED. STOP RESISTING

A taser emerges from the panel of GoTu's chest and jabs the blonde in the face, sending her convulsing to the floor. Unfazed, the brunette puts her sandwich down and turns to the camera.

BRUNETTE: Thanks, GoTu Therapy!

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Christmas Shenanigans

masterlist

pairing: kol mikaelson x female reader

warning: fluff, kissing, kol being his child self

summary: you and kol spend the morning of christmas together

a/n: kol would be such a fun boyfriend oml, also I was listening to christmas music while writing this and it made it so much better

song: angels we have heard on high - james chadwick

"Wakey, wakey, darling"

You slowly open your eyes to see a giddy Kol looking down at you while poking your side.

"What time is it, Kol?"

"Uh- 5:18," he says looking at the clock on your nightstand. You groan and roll over, pulling the blanket along with you.

"Get up!" Kol jumps on the bed and lays on top of you.

"Get off of me you big baby!"

He rolls off of you and you sit up. You grab a pillow and wack him in the head with it.

"What was that for," he pouts.

"For waking me up at five in the bloody morning," you roll your eyes.

"But it's Christmas, don't you want to open presents," he dramatically sighs.

"Well, since I'm up now anyways, let's go downstairs," you grin.

"Race you down!"

He speeds downstairs and you jump out of bed to speed down as well. By the time you get to the living room, he's already there with his arms behind his head as his sits in front of the fire.

"Finally! You made it!"

"That's not fair. You cheated with your original speed, and you didn't even do a countdown"

"Awh, don't be a sore loser," he winks at you.

"Whatever, go on and open your presents, I know you're dying to"

Christmas music was playing and wrapping paper covered almost every inch of the floor. Gifts were scattered around the room as well.

"We made a mess," you say looking around. You look down at Kol, who was laying his head on your lap while you played with his hair.

"Good thing we can clean it up fast"

"Touché," you grin.

"Did you like the gifts I got you? Bekah helped me- actually no, she picked most of them out. I'm not good at girl stuff," he admits.

"I did, thank you," you pecked his lips. "You wouldn't believe how hard it was for me to shop for you, it was practically impossible to think of things you don't have," you tell him.

"Welp, when you're over a thousand years old, there isn't much that I haven't had"

He sits up and goes into the kitchen. A minute later he walks in with two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands.

"Here you are, milady"

"Why thank you, kind sir"

You lay on the couch together and play 'Home Alone' for the millionth time.

"This movie will never get old," you laugh.

"You're right, it's too good," Kol agrees.

Once the movie and drinks are finished, you both work together to quickly clean up the room.

"I say we make some desserts for the party later," you look at him.

"I say that's a fantastic idea, darling," he kisses the side of your head.

"Okay, now slowly pour the flour in," you instruct Kol as he held the measuring cup above the bowl you were mixing.

The cookies you had made were in the oven and you two were now baking a cake in your matching pajamas and aprons.

He listens and slowly shakes some in. That was until he had to sneeze. As he turns to sneeze away from the batter he accidentally pours the whole thing in at once, powder flies up into your faces.

"Kol," you groan.

"Sorry, darling," he looks at you sheepishly.

"It's okay, it should still be fine," you assure him.

As you finish mixing the ingredients in, Kol walks over to the bowl to pour it in the pan.

"Walk slowly, and don't drop the bowl," you tell him.

"Have some faith in me, pretty girl," he grins.

He was able to get the cake pan into the oven and you set the timer.

"We make a great team," Kol smirks, looking around the room filled with powder and previous burnt cookies that caught on fire and almost burnt the kitchen down.

"We do," you hold your hand up for a high five, he happily gives you one.

"Should we give Elijah the burnt ones?" Kol asks you.

"He would know, wouldn't he?"

"Not if he's blind folded," he grins.

"Good luck with getting him to wear one," you pat his back.

"Kol!" Elijah yells after he spits out the burnt cookie.

"Yes, brother?"

"What did you put in my mouth," Elijah asks, disgust in his voice. He still had the blindfold on, to both of yours and Kols surprise.

"What do you mean? It was a cookie"

"That was not a cookie, that was- I don't even know what that was," Elijah grimaces.

You pat his shoulder taking the cloth off of his eyes.

"Technically it was a cookie," you say.

"A burnt one!" Kol exclaims.

"Hm, I see. I would tell you to throw them out but I'd prefer you to give them to Niklaus first," he smirks.

You and Kol look at each other and nod.

"Nik!"

As you wait for him you hide against the wall next to the door frame. Kol standing a few feet away from you. Elijah was giggling like a little kid as hid behind the counter with the camera peeking out to film.

Klaus gets to the room you are all in and goes to walk towards Kol. He opens his mouth to say something and you shoved two of the cookies in his mouth.

He freezes and moves his eyes to look at you while you put your hand on his jaw, pushing it up and down.

"I made cookies!" you smile up at him.

Klaus adored you, he didn't spit it out yet because he didn't want to hurt your feelings. So he swallowed the cookies as his eyes watered from the taste.

"Is something wrong, brother?" Kol asks him with a grin.

"Uh- n-no, nothing. I- um- gotta go ask Rebekah something," he excused himself. You all laugh as you hear him gag in the bathroom.

You both turn to Elijah as he stops the video.

"Send that to us"

"Jinx"

"Double Jinx"

"Stop copying me"

"Hey! St-"

"Enough! Children," Elijah rolls his eyes, walking out of the room.

Kol looks up and smiles.

"Look at that, darling. A mistletoe"

"I wonder how that got there," you look up at him with a knowing look.

"It wasn't me!" Kol holds his hands up. "Okay... maybe it was me," he admits.

"Knew it"

"I still want my kiss though"

You laugh and pull him to your lips. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you against him.

You pull your head back and look at him.

"Merry Christmas, my love"

"Merry Christmas, my angel"

#nina writes 🤭💗 #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x you #the vampire diaries #kol mikaelson fluff #mikaelsons #the mikaelsons #mikaelsons x reader #mikaelsons x you #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson oneshot #kol mikaleson fanfiction #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikselson x reader #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikselson x reader #christmas #kol mikaelson fun #the originals #tvdu #tvd #to

[taeraeszn]

Hi hi! I really love your works, and I just read your latest one-oh my heart!

Can I request something very soft and comforting with Ricky? I've been in a bad headspace recently, and we all know Ricky is a lover at heart. Something sweet and goofy would be nice. ❤️🥺

not alone - shen ricky

characters: ricky x gn! reader

description: ricky is always there for you and shows it, even when he's busy as a member of zb1

genre: fluff + angst

word count: 1k

warnings: more angsty than some of my other writings, but lmk if there is anything you want to add as a warning!!

a/n: hi luv! thank you for requesting <3 CAN U GUYS BELIEVE THEIR DEBUT IS TOMORROW WTF??? time goes by so fast!!! i love writing for ricky as he's genuinely such a sweet person and is the perfect type of bf hehe

also no fear everyone! the reactions will be back! i just want to finish all my individual requests before i continue my reactions so please wait for that!

the past week has been stressful to say the least, your studies crammed in with personal issues have made it hard to feel enthusiastic about anything. but you never projected how you felt onto other since you didn't want them to worry about you, especially ricky.

ricky was your boyfriend and someone you've known for a long time. but since ricky was busy promoting 'in bloom', you never wanted to worry him about you.

one day when you were sitting at your desk, yet again studying for another night, you got a call from ricky.

you needed a break anyways and picked up the call, on the other end you heard his sweet voice say your name.

"(name)! can you believe it?! our song ranked first on the melon chart!" he exclaimed. you heard his members shouting in the background.

you smiled, "yeah, congrats ricky!" but he could tell from the tone of your voice that something was up.

"is everything okay?" his tone changed to be more concerned sounding.

"uh...i guess. it's just a lot of stress, you know, studying and managing personal issues." you didn't know why but you felt scared to open up to ricky about this, but you knew he would never judge you.

"ah, i see." he began, "do you want to meet up and we can talk? maybe to get your mind off of things?" he suggested. your eyes lit up at him saying that, you haven't been able to see him in a while and he was taking time out of his schedule to meet with you.

"really? you can do that?" he chuckled, "i can do anything baby. i'll ask our manager and see if we can have time to meet up." suddenly you were so thankful you ran into him at the park where you two first met.

"thank you so much ricky, you really know how to brighten my day."

"of course, i'll see you later okay?", you didn't want to hang up but knew he had other things to do, "yeah, see you. i love you."

"i love you too. bye!" and with that the call cut.

that same night ricky texted you and said that you two could meet together the next day at the park where you first met him. your heart was fluttering at the memories of that day. when ricky approached you and tried conversing with you, despite being obviously shy and stumbling over his words when he saw you.

the next day, you put on your best outfit and walked to the nearby park. it was pretty busy with locals and their pets hanging out. some kids were running around and laughing.

you were going to look for a spot to sit and that's when you spotted him. there was ricky sitting there with a picnic basket and pink blanket! he was looking around the park trying to find you!

what made it even more special was that he was sitting at the same place you were those years ago.

you called out his name and his eyes widened as he grinned, waving at you. you quickly ran towards him and pulled him into your arms.

"i missed you." he giggled and held your hand gently when you pulled away. "me too. i wanted to make this day special so i brought some homemade food."

you gasped, "you made this for me?!" he nodded then took out some of the food. there was some sandwiches with snacks included. the sandwiches included cream and strawberries inside.

"well not just me, gyuvin and matthew offered to help." you saw how the strawberries looked a bit smushed and ricky quickly defended himself, "that was gyuvin's."

you pressed your lips on his, "even if it is smushed i appreciate your hard work in doing this for me. i couldn't have asked for someone better."

ricky softly put your head on his shoulder. "i'm glad. i hope this helped you take a break from everything..."

"just having you with me is a reliever ricky. i'm so thankful you did this for me."

the silence was comforting. the sound of the trees moving and people chatting made the aroma better. after speaking to ricky about what has recently been going on in your life with him continuously holding your hand, you indulged in the sandwiches (you had the one that ricky made since he insisted you eat his) and drank his homemade milkshakes.

just having him listen to your worries and letting you rant with no interruptions was all you needed. this was what you needed all along and ricky was the perfect person you could be completely honest and open with.

when the sunset approached, you decided to walk home with your boyfriend. it was then that you had to go separate ways but you didn't want to escape ricky's warm embrace.

"hanbin hyung is going to scold me if i don't make it by eight." ricky joked, opening his phone to see the group chat bombarding him with questions of where he went.

"then if you're going your own way, i want to say thank you ricky. all my stress has worn away by being with you. you seriously have made everything better. i'm so glad to call you mine."

without words, he closed the gap between you two and kissed you directly on the lips. your hand went to cup his cheek and his wrapped around your waist.

you didn't want to pull away but ricky's phone buzzed causing you both to jump and release from the kiss.

"it's hanbin hyung." you pouted, "promise me you'll invite me to go on another date when you have free time?" you put your pinky finger out.

he interlinked your pinky's and kissed you on the cheek, "for sure."

ricky left first, waving at you the whole time until he was out of sight, you sighed but began walking home on your path.

though he was always busy, he was always there to comfort you. you were not alone today thanks to ricky.

#zb1 #zerobase1 #zerobaseone #zb1 fluff #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 reactions #zb1 x reader #ricky #shen ricky #shen quanrui #ricky shen #ricky x reader #shen ricky x reader #shen ricky imagines #zb1 angst

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Mind Games (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Mind Games

series summary:  

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

The mind is a dangerous weapon, you should know this firsthand. Surely this all can't be real? But if so.. then who's lying? And who's telling the truth?

author's note:

Its been far too long loves! I'm back with a new update and boy is this one a doozy! Forget everything you thought happened last chapter and just read from the top! Things will slowly start to make sense or trick you. I hope you enjoy either way! I had a song selected for this chapter but in the end, it didn't fit the overall mood. Maybe next time.

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When did your mind start playing tricks on you? Did you hallucinate the entire conversation or just bits and pieces? When did it all go horribly wrong?

Your head was pounding and you didn't remember a thing after Bruce stepped closer to you.

When your back hit the balcony railing, it set off a trigger that made you instantly disassociate. You didn't hear Bruce's smooth voice after that as it was replaced with another from your past— one that you tried so hard to forget. It was sickly sweet and made you feel dirty inside and out.

Words and phrases were twisted around until you didn't know what to believe anymore. The background changed from your rooftop balcony to that damp and dark alleyway and that's when you knew nothing beyond this point was real.

Deep down you knew Bruce would never be this cruel but you couldn't be too sure. He was a gentleman... this wasn't real, but your mind made it seem very realistic.

Your memories from that night were back and you couldn't bear to relive it again.

'It's not real.' You repeated over and over as your mind spiraled out of control.

Bruce noticed you were shivering and covered your shoulders with a heavy blanket. He sighed when you tensed up and wrapped the fabric around yourself like a shield. You were so jumpy lately, it really had him concerned.

He didn't understand why you were so distant towards him. Bruce could be the bigger person here and ask why despite the awkward tension festering between the two of you.

"How do I say this? You've been distant lately. Especially to me." He said. He wasn't expecting your timid voice to respond so quickly.

"Uh.. yeah? I hope so since I broke things off with you and if you haven't noticed over dinner— I've moved on. You're the one that keeps being nice and trying to get along with my parents.."

Bruce strained to hear what else you said under your breath but he caught your eyes blinking a mile a minute. That was unusual.

"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." You said without missing a beat.

He frowned and stepped closer, causing you to back away and hit the balcony railing with your hip. You slurred more of your words together.

"Are you sure? You look unwell, Y/n. Perhaps we should get you inside."

You were mumbling under your breath but Bruce couldn't hear a word. He knew something was wrong when you held your head and started hyperventilating. Then it hit him. You were having a panic attack.

His Batman instincts immediately kicked in.

"Breathe in and out, Y/n. Whatever it is, it's not real. Can you hear me? Y/n?" You avoided his touch but Bruce was persistent in trying to calm you down.

"Whatever is hurting you Y/n, please let me inand—"

Bruce never heard a scream as blood curdling as yours.

It's like he said the magic words and triggered old memories, for you immediately began fighting his hold, kicking and screaming with all your might. Bruce was a strong individual, with or without the bat suit, but he struggled trying to keep you still. You were too close to the balcony ledge for his liking so he corralled you back towards the apartment to keep you safe.

Everyone in the penthouse heard your horrified scream and woke up out of their slumber to investigate.

Your mom and dad were unfortunately veterans to this and knew exactly what was going on so they rushed straight to the scene.

Barbara, Morgana, and Dick however stumbled out of their rooms and followed the commotion out onto the balcony, not truly understanding what was going on in.

They all arrived to witness you screaming at the top of your lungs and clawing at Bruce's arms like a feral cat. He was trying to calm you down but the scene looked rather odd without any context.

Your parents would walk in while the two of you were in a suggestive position.

Bruce did a double take at the shocked audience and shouted, "Don't just stand there, help me!" You resorted to biting him and he almost lost his grip on you again if not for his leg pinning you down.

Your mother panicked seeing you in a fit of hysterics and she couldn't blame you. You were being manhandled during such a delicate situation.

"Let go of her!" She rushed to Bruce's side and snatched you out of his hold.

The second you felt a female presence, you stopped fighting back but continued to cry uncontrollably.

Your father slid to your side but kept his distance as to not set you off again. He felt useless not being able to help in your time of need yet your mother quickly stepped up to the plate in his stead.

"It's okay sweetheart. It's over, it's over. He's gone. You're safe now. It's all over." Your mother shushed in your ear. She rocked you like a baby as you choked back tears.

"P-Please stop! It hurts!" You wailed. Your mother blinked back her own tears while rubbing your back in big comforting circles. Your father met her gaze as they held a private conversation.

It's happening again.

"It's not real, Y/n. You're safe now." Mom glanced at Bruce's bloody arms and winced. "Babe, can you go find the first aid kit for Bruce?" She whispered to your dad so you wouldn't hear.

Everyone's eyes focused on the angry red claw marks your nails left on Bruce. Just what happened here? Your father grimaced at the bite mark but stood up to make himself useful.

You pleaded again, trapped in a distant memory and Morgana choked back a sob hearing her friend in so much pain.

It was too much to witness and she turned away to cry. Dick stood off to the side, oddly quiet, but concerned for his sister. Everyone was.

Barbara couldn't stand the silence and cried out, "What happened Bruce?"

Multiple curious eyes watched the billionaire rub the back of his head. Your father came back with the first aid kit and started accessing the damage you left. "She's still a fighter (mother's name). I bet these hurt like a mf, lemme see." 

Bruce had suffered worse injuries but your nails were rather sharp so he let your father dab alcohol on each scratch to flush out the blood. Bruce had yet to answer the question on everyone's mind.

Your mother looked Bruce dead in the eye and arched an eyebrow. He thought he was gonna get the scolding of a lifetime at the intense e/c staring him down.

He started from the top and explained.

"I genuinely do not know. It's chilly out so I came to offer Y/n a blanket. I tried striking up a conversation about what happened over dinner but she started blinking excessively and clutching her head as if she had a headache. Her back hit the railing and I think she began to have a panic attack. When I tried to calm her down, she became combative."

You whimpered in your mother's arms as you finally fell asleep. She sighed in relief and swapped places with your dad.

She knew he felt useless and he gladly held you close now that you were unconscious and unaware of a male's touch. Your mom waved Bruce over and set about applying Neosporin to his scratches.

They were rather deep but they would heal in a few days time. He declined bandaids and she snapped the first aid kit closed and spoke.

"Don't blame yourself for this. Y/n had a very stressful day and her mind isn't functioning properly because of it."

"That doesn't explain what happened? Is Y/n okay?!" Morgana returned to the conversation with tear tracks still visible on her face.

She never seen you so distraught before. It was like a completely different person possessed your body just then. What kind of friend was she to not notice how much pain you were hiding? She wasn't any better than Florence.

Barbara was thinking the exact same thing. You needed solid friends right now and she was the worst one imaginable.

Your mother took a look around and sighed at the somber air on the balcony. She was emotionally drained after consoling you and it appeared that everyone else was drained as well.

"I think it's time to address the elephant in the room." She sighed. Your father shared a look with his wife. "You think Y/n will like that?"

Mom rolled her neck and snapped.

"D__n it, (father's name)! These are her friends! This episode clearly shows she's been suffering alone! They can help if they know what's going on! She can't keep bottling this up forever; it's killing her. Do you like seeing her like this? Reliving that night every time she's touched the wrong way or backed into a corner?"

Your father bit out his reply. "Of course I don't! But when Y/n wakes up and sees everyone eyeing her in pity, she'll recluse herself again. It's why she moved in the first place. Not everybody heals the way y'all doctors assume people should!"

Dick sighed and stepped in between the feuding couple. This could go on all night if someone didn't stop them.

They both eyed Dick, wondering what the charismatic boy was fixing to say.

"Unofficial, but official, adopted parents please. Go get Y/n situated then meet us back in the living room." Dick didn't wait for them to respond, he just asked Morgana and Bruce to follow him inside as he helped Barbara's wheelchair get over the balcony's sliding door hump.

Your parents didn't dispute his request. They got you settled in bed before coming back out into the living room with no further arguments.

Your friends were gathered around your living room in various stages of alertness. Dick handed out drinks to go with the sweets Barbara baked earlier.

After being woken up so abruptly, sugar was vital to stay awake.

Exhaustion was all around but this was an important meeting that was about to transpire. Not a second could be missed.

Your dad sat down with a sigh and pulled your mother into his lap.

They finally looked their age as they gathered their thoughts to begin. The air in the room was heavy for the next hour and a half as they explained everything to your closest friends.

What they had to say was absolutely horrifying.

"You sure you'll be alright dear?" Your mother asked.

She stood in the foyer as Dick and her husband loaded the car downstairs with leftovers early Friday morning.

The morning came with hushed trepidation but the crew was forced to eat breakfast without you.

You had slept on through the night without any other episodes and your mother didn't anticipate for you to wake up until late this afternoon.

Her and your father had to head back to Blüdhaven and Dick offered to drive them so they didn't have to catch a train. Bruce had to head into the office for board meetings and after apologizing to your parents, (your mother assured the billionaire that this wasn't his fault) he left with the promise that he would check on you later today.

Barbara wanted to stick around but she had to return to work herself which left Morgana volunteering to stay at your penthouse to take care of you.

The perks of being your own boss, she joked. 'You make your own hours.'

Morgana smiled at your mother and nodded.

"Yes ma'am, I'll be alright. Dick showed me around so I got a feel of the place. Leftovers are in the fridge so if she wakes up, I'll make sure she eats and provide her lots of emotional support. You told me what to do if she... that happens again." Morgana scratched her cheek, still processing all that was discussed last night. Or rather this morning.

Bruce, Barbara, Dick, and Morgana saw you in a new light after your parents revealed your dark past and they each swore not to cast a shred of pity on you.

You needed them more than you let on.

Barbara and Morgana were beside themselves hearing about your past and they felt awful for almost ruining a friendship over a silly rumor Florence hatched up. That was the least of their concerns right now. Getting you back in high spirits was the only priority.

Morgana called her employees and asked them to deliver a crate of assorted flowers to your apartment building.

You loved her creations so she would surprise you with a giant bouquet for your apartment. It was a tiny gesture in the grand scheme of things but Morgana was willing to do anything to make you happy after last night.

Flowers could liven up the place and ward off bad spirits. She made a mental note to water your sunroom plants while she was here.

"Well dear, you have my number if you need me." Your mother hugged Morgana right as Dick came through the door saying they were ready to go. "You take good care of my baby! We'll be back in a few more weeks." She said.

"Call me if you have a question, Morgana!" Dick offered to the florist.

Morgana waved them both off and closed the door after more pleasantries were exchanged.

Your parents were super cool. Morgana was lucky to have met them even despite the terrible circumstances. She sighed to herself and thought aloud. "What a day.. and it just started."

She had the place to herself until you woke up so she went about accessing the state of your household plants.

They looked a little worse for wear and could stand a special treatment.

The day trickled on and Morgana spent the majority of it working on the lush floral display her employees dropped off at your place. She twisted exotic and local flowers into a gorgeous statement piece but something was missing.

Morgana was wracking her head around exactly what when she swore she heard your bedroom door close.

"Y/n?"

She looked towards the hallway but didn't see anything. A glance at the clock set the day around one in the afternoon.

Your mother was right about you sleeping in. It meant this happened numerous times in the past for her to have a predetermined schedule.

Morgana shivered. How long have you suffered like this?

She saw a blanket-clad figure float down the hallway and set a pink rose down to follow you.

"Y/n are you..." You slammed the door shut right in her face.

Morgana stuttered in shock but pushed it back open only to watch you crawl under the covers. This was so unlike you. "Y/n are you hungry?" She asked hesitantly.

You shifted under the covers away from Morgana's gentle voice.

Your mom warned her that you'd be antisocial for the next twenty-four hours but urged the florist to get some food and water in you. You lost a lot of fluids from crying last night and needed to replenish yourself or risk getting sick.

Morgana sighed at your lack of response but left to fix you a simple plate of food to eat with some water. You were still a hermit when she returned to the bedroom. You were gonna make this babysitting thing difficult.

Morgana sat the glass of water down on the nightstand should you wake up thirsty.

"I left some water and a plate of food if you feel up to it, Y/n." She said.

You remained buried under covers with no plans of returning to the real world. Dick had invaded Joker's room and erased the comforting scent of lighter fluid and cinnamon from the bed sheets.

With the sea of uncertainty floating within your head, you needed something familiar to ground you to the present. You craved Joker and his unique scent but he was nowhere to be found.

You whimpered dejectedly and Morgana's heart went out to you.

She wanted to offer you some emotional support but decided to leave you be. No words of encouragement could help the pain you were in.

She checked on you one last time before leaving your room. Her mind was focused on you and not her surroundings. She received the jump scare of a lifetime when she turned the corner.

"Holy s__t!" Morgana yelped.

Joker pursed his lips and watched your friend try to scramble away. Morgana knocked a figurine on the hallway table over but remained on her feet for the most part. The bauble smashed onto the floor in several pieces and Joker hummed offhandedly at its demise.

"I uh li-ked that one. So! I'm guessing you're the... florist friend."

He blocked her escape and tilted his head in a show of intimidation. It worked like a charm. Morgana's brown eyes were wide like saucers.

"Y/n likes your work. The uhh.. arrangements.. from Arrange Me NoT.. ya see. I wasn't ex-pect-ting visitors so uh sorry bout this..." Joker went to grab Morgana but she shoved the decorative table in his direction and bolted down the hallway.

Joker sighed and gave her a head's start before he easily caught up to her in the living room.

He yanked her back by her hair and Morgana, ever mindful of you trying to sleep, stifled her scream with her palm.

Her back collided with the wall as Joker held a knife up to her throat. It was natural that she panicked but she did so for an entirely different reason.

"You can't kill me, it'll tear Y/n apart!" Morgana looked Joker dead in the eye and pleaded her case. He rolled his eyes and nudged her jugular with his knife.

"S-She's hurting! She's hurting and we didn't know!! If you kill me it'll only make things worse on her! Please, I want to take care of my friend, I won't tell a-anyone! I-I-I promise!" Morgana started to sob but Joker could care less.

He furrowed his brows and gripped his knife tighter, "Whaddya mean.. 'Y/n is hurting?"

Morgana scanned Joker's face. His makeup was more terrifying in person than on tv.

The clown looked serious but she didn't know the guy well enough to know for sure so she asked aloud. "Y-You don't know?"

J rolled his eyes again and smacked his lips. "I wouldn't asK if I diD, now would I? Who. HurT. Her?" Morgana flinched every time he stressed a syllable.

Now, Morgana was a sensible woman. She was book and street smart and used them well in life.

Even with her back literally against the wall, she wouldn't show fear; it wasn't in her free spirited nature. She faced fear with a straight face and dealt with the consequences later, however; this man was worse than fear.

The Joker was unpredictable and unnaturally calm with everything he did. He held her at knifepoint with a lazy grin as if it didn't matter if she answered or not.

She would die regardless.

Her life didn't matter to him so she had to think smart to stay alive. She resorted to her business savvy skills.

Morgana had information that Joker didn't know about and that put a value on her life. It would buy her some time to escape at least.

She nodded to herself and began to work.

"Will you let me go? I-I'll tell you anything, just.. not while being held at knifepoint." Morgana glanced at the weapon resting precariously on her jugular. Any more pressure and the edge would puncture the skin.

Joker narrowed his eyes but guided Morgana over to the kitchen island by her arm after thinking things over. He wanted to hear what she had to say.

He pushed her towards a barstool and leaned down right in her face.

He hoped his fear tactics weren't rusty from misuse yet Morgana looked ready to pass out. His presence alone had her on edge.

"Start. Talking." Joker ordered.

Morgana nodded and closed her eyes. He wasn't giving her any time to react to any of this. She was face to face with the infamous Joker inside her friend's apartment. It was a lot to digest. Just what business did he have with you?

But suddenly, everything made sense.

The reason why you became so secretive out of the blue. Why you denied having relations with Bruce Wayne, how you survived the attack at The Prosperity, and why you wanted privacy at your apartment, now more so than ever. She thought back to when this all started; right after Joker escaped from Arkham Asylum.

You were keeping Joker a secret this entire time right under everyone's nose.

Morgana had to give you props; you did an amazing job but she still had to ask.

"Before I start, I have to know. Are you just using her or are you and Y/n like.. together together?" She made a lewd gesture with her hands. Joker wasn't amused. He clicked his blade back out with a sigh.

"I won'T ask again. Talk or the uhh knife? This one! It comes back." He shook it playfully and its sharp edge gleamed in the kitchen's overhead lights.

Joker wouldn't hesitate plunging the knife into her neck. The clean up would be a pain but nothing he couldn't handle. If she didn't want to willingly talk then things could shift to a more tortuous method of communication.

It was all up to Morgana to decide. Comply or be difficult. He let her mull it over.

Watching Joker's fiddle with his knife was enough to get her talking. This madman would not hesitate in killing her and she knew it. She'd tell him anything as long as that knife kept a safe distance from her. "I'll talk."

Morgana sighed in relief when Joker backed off.

"Okay, wow um, you might wanna sit down for this. It's.. a lot to take in. Ugh, where do I start?"

Joker watched Morgana stall and decided to help her along. He sighed and pulled up a seat in front of her.

"Let's start... righhhht after Florence left yesterday." Joker fixed his suit collar before crossing his ankles. Morgana was in disbelief by his extensive knowledge of the situation.

"How do you...?" Joker sent her a glare.

"You're right, I don't wanna know. Okay, so apparently Florence knows about you and Y/n. F__k, I do too! This is crazy. You and Y/n.. are dating. Anyways, Flo stormed out of the apartment with Neo hot on her heels. It was crazy with everyone talking over themselves and Y/n fainted but thankfully Bruce caught her. We were so worried about her but when she came to, she was still hung up on Florence. Then Y/n and Dick were yelling at each other until her mom broke them up."

Morgana ran a hand through her silk press. This was a lot harder to explain than she thought.

She quite honestly didn't know if The Joker wanted a short summary or a detailed explanation but she continued nonetheless. She chose to info dump to save her own hide.

"We all went into the kitchen– Y/n's parents, Barbs and I, while Y/n, Dick, and Bruce were still arguing in the dining room. Y/n walked past all angry at something Grayson said and slammed her bedroom door close but her mom left us in the kitchen to bring Y/n a plate of dessert. I guess they patched things up. They were up in her room for the—"

Joker had to interrupt. "Y/n let someone into her room?"

Morgana slowly nodded. He had been quiet as she rambled, she wasn't expecting him to interrupt to clarify such a useless detail.

"Yeah, it was her mom so guess it was okay? Well, now that I think about it, Y/n didn't appreciate them 'invading her safe space.' Her words not mine. It was around that time we all decided on staying over for a sleepover and Y/n made sure we were all situated before going to bed. I swear everything was fine when we went to sleep but we woke up to Y/n screaming her head off."

Morgana began to tear up. Joker felt indifferent to the sight since it wasn't your tears. Seeing Morgana's just annoyed him.

She took a deep breath and Joker knew she was getting to the important part.

"When we got to the balcony, Y/n was fighting with Bruce and crying her heart out. She was reliving everything that happened that night and... h-hey woah!! Where are you going?!"

Morgana panicked when Joker shifted to get up from his chair. She blocked his path and he eyed her in disgust.

"Move." Joker could not stand Wayne and his obvious lovesick attraction to you.

You had relations with Bruce that Joker didn't know about and it irked him to have competition for your love.

It was already bad enough that Wayne was at your apartment, that he spent the night, and then had the audacity to put his hands on you. But he messed up by making you cry. The man was begging for death at this point.

Joker would enjoy murdering Gotham City's most upstanding citizen. He already had a thousand ways to do it brewing inside his head. However, Morgana was in his way.

She hesitantly pushed him back and apologized when Joker gave her a harsh glare. Note to self: do not touch the psychotic clown, she thought.

She tried to calm down his murderous campaign by telling the truth.

"It wasn't Bruce! He was only trying to help!" Joker rolled his eyes (what help has Wayne ever been) but she put her foot down and continued.

"IF YOU STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS AND LET ME FINISH, YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND!" She slapped her hands over her mouth and looked up at Joker.

She did not just yell at this man. Morgana did some questionable things in her life but that had to be the most reckless of them all. She glanced towards the bedroom and hoped that she wasn't too loud.

Joker was seriously considering snapping her neck for raising her voice at him.

His patience was thin today and this girl was testing it to the limits. Although he was curious as to why she stifled her voice.

He followed her gaze and eyed her quizzically. Morgana answered his unspoken question.

She dropped her hand, "Y/n is sleeping. It took forever to calm her down last night." 

Joker closed his eyes and sighed. He was so busy handling the Florence situation with Neo last night, he didn't stop and check on you. And that proved to be a big mistake.

Once again, when you needed Joker the most, he was nowhere to be found. His sweet Bunny was terrified last night and had to rely on Wayne of all people for comfort. Joker had failed you yet again. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

He assumed guilt and vowed to atone for his failure in blood.

"Uhhh what, errrr rather who made her cry? Who I'm killing?" Joker asked out of the blue.

He sat back down on the barstool and Morgana eyed him briefly as she thought over her answer. If she told the truth, then he would go out and start a murdering spree.

"No one I think? Like I said, Y/n was in total hysterics last night. Her parents knew exactly what to do to calm her down from her episode. She... she had a panic attack about the night she was—" Morgana stopped and looked away.

The most important part and she couldn't say it aloud. She fought back tears and faced Joker.

He needed to know but the words were caught in her throat.

Joker wasn't a fool. Something was hurting his Bunny that he didn't know about. Correction; He knew something from your past still haunted you for a while now.

There were signs that he picked up during his brief time with you.

You were a recluse despite being so young and you avoided all types of human interaction outside of your close circle of friends. He also noted you did not have any male friends, except for the Grayson boy.

You visibly became uncomfortable around the opposite sex. Him included at times.

Joker knew about your claustrophobia and anxiety in tight spaces. He noticed you would eye him warily when the two of you would take the elevator, or that you preferred open floor plans, and most of all– he remembered the conversation the two of you shared after he rescued you from Two Face's warehouse.

Joker couldn't ignore the fact that another man was on top of you earlier. "Did he.. uh you know.." Joker brushed your thigh in passing.

"No and could you just drop it? I-I don't want to be a victim again."

And Joker would be a fool not to remember the comment you made as he prepared to take you for the first time that same night.

"Um.. almost two years. B-Before I moved to Gotham. It's one of the reasons why I moved." You met Joker's knowing gaze and weakly smiled. "It's in the past. I'm okay. Really. You can touch me.. I ahh I like it when you do."

Two years. You didn't want to be a victim again. You moved to a different city to get away from the trauma someone inflicted on you.

You liked Joker's touch but it took him forever to acclimate you to it without flinching.

You still did every now and then but he paid it no mind since you would relax after a second or two. Joker noticed every little thing about his Light but he dismissed all the warnings signs.

The truth was right there. He was just too selfish to address them.

All the times he was too rough in bed or grabbed you unexpectedly, came crashing down on him. What if he pressured you into something you didn't want? What if he triggered old wounds and made things worse?

His Light, his ray of hope in this bleak existence of his, deserved to be happy and loved.

Without your smiling face by his side, Joker would be a ruthless madman again; only wishing for the world to burn with no true endgame in sight.

He spent too much time bathed in your light to return to his pointless crusade. What a lonely life he lived before you came and gave it purpose.

Joker didn't know what to do with the fact that his Light was miserable inside.

Morgana watched him slip down a mental rabbit hole. He looked lost in thought as a weight settled over his brow.

She wondered what you saw in the man but the longer she stared, she could see some of the appeal. He was hot if she squinted. Joker obviously cared a great deal about you and his eyes were a complex shade of green that Morgana had never seen before.

You had a thing for eyes.. but the fact you made someone like The Joker have feelings for another human being was an achievement in itself.

Morgana hated to interrupt his thoughts but she finally found the courage to continue. She cleared her throat to continue but Joker cut her off.

"Don'T say it. I know. I've.... known for a while now." He swept his arm across the kitchen counter and sent items crashing to the floor.

Morgana jumped at the unexpected action and watched Joker stand up and begin pacing the room, mumbling to himself.

He was about to start breaking more things when Morgana stole his attention.

"Now you see why I asked you earlier?" Joker shot her a glare. She swiftly changed her tone. "Are you just using Y/n... or are you going to be there for her? Y/n needs us, all of us, and if you're just using her, I'm sorry but I can't allow that!"

Joker laughed, "What are ya gonna do, hmm? Stop me? Now.. that? That is funny. But don't worry– I'm not using Y/n.. I lov—"

Joker stopped himself mid sentence and Morgana caught onto what he almost said. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

You could hear the fridge humming in the background, it was so quiet in the kitchen.

"O-Oh. Well, um that wasn't on my monthly bingo card but alrighty now." Morgana fell back onto the barstool.

This was awkward. She stole a glance at the criminal frozen in place as he registered what he just confessed to.

He finally almost said it aloud. He'd been struggling for days to tell you in person but managed to say it to your friend, no sweat. She had to die now. No one could know he had feelings.

Joker turned his head like an owl and Morgana instantly picked up on his murderous intent.

She moved so there was an island counter in between Joker and her. She valued her life, thank you very much.

"Hey now! No need to get all murder stabby stabby on me! T-That's amazing! H-have you told Y/n yet?"

Joker curled his lip. "No. Where is she?" He glanced down the hall and was about to storm off when Morgana flailed her arms.

"Wait! Don't wake her up!!" Her shout worked in getting Joker's attention but now she had to do damage control. Joker did not like her ordering him around. Morgana could work on establishing an acquaintance later, your health was more important.

"You can't just drop an L bomb after everything that's happened, are you crazy?! Now is not the time and news flash! She doesn't need— Uh excuse you?! Hey, are you listening to me?"

Morgana dashed down the hallway to catch up to Joker. She slipped past him and blocked the door frame with her body. "Listen to what I'm saying!"

Joker eyed her like a pest. Did she seriously think she could stop him?

"Y/n can't stand men right now. She drew blood trying to get away from Bruce and she couldn't tolerate her own father's presence. You don't know what her ex did to her. You don't want to see her like this." 

Joker stared at Morgana as her warning sank in.

If he had any clue what your sorry excuse for an ex did, then you needed someone to comfort you more than ever. Isolation was the last thing you needed right now.

As someone who frequently battled voices inside of his head, silence was the enemy and made matters worse. Joker knew that for a fact that you don't handle separation well, so why did Morgana think leaving you to your thoughts was a good idea?

It was a recipe for disaster.

He understood why you're terrified of men but you never feared him before. Why start now?

Joker smacked his lips and shoved Morgana aside. She yelped as he opened the bedroom door and glanced around.

Same original hardwood floors, same vegan cowhide rug.

The leather couch with two accent chairs, one slate grey, the other sage green, were still over in the corner by the electric fireplace and the view of Grant Park from outside was half obscured by the curtains. A single beam of sunlight was the only source of light within the room.

Everything was the same yet vastly off due to the fact that your aura wasn't thriving in the room.

It felt cold and bereft of life.

Joker was eyeing the open closet door when he saw something shift on the bed.

There was a sizable lump in the middle but he recognized the shape from anywhere. You were buried underneath the covers and doing your best impression of a blanket burrito. He could tell that you were awake.

You were timid but curious of the presence that entered the room. Subtle movements revealed you were tracking his every footfall.

Joker exhaled before walking over to stand beside the bed. He rather rip the band-aid off than freak you out by stalling.

Morgana picked herself up from off the floor and entered the room, only for Joker's eyes to force her back out.

She understood the message within the greenish hue.

"I was neva here." She said as she walked backwards out the door. It clicked shut behind her.

With her gone, Joker could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He wasn't out of the woods just yet since Morgana would surely stay inside the apartment, (little did he know, she was cupping her ear to the door, trying to eavesdrop) but he could be more forward with his actions. It was a relief that your rooms were soundproof; Joker had a lot on his mind.

"I know you're awake."

The pile of covers flinched and shrunk in on itself. Joker shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto the leather couch. It landed heavily with a distinct metal clank.

"You probably need, uhh, space but I can't leave ya alone. NoT now. I'm here. If you need me." Joker sank a knee onto the bed and crept forward until he bumped against you. He heard the sharp inhale you made upon contact and wisely backed off.

You were a gentle soul both inside and out. You didn't deserve to be frightened of something as simple as human touch. He wanted nothing more than to spoil you with affection, however Joker would be patient and regain your trust again. You were worth the wait.

Just like the bunny he named you after, he would wait until you came crawling out of your hiding hole, curious to explore.

And just like he expected, you slowly poked your head from out of the covers before looking around the room. He stayed out of your eyesight so he wouldn't startle you, but somehow, you knew he was there.

It wasn't that dark in the room but he was hesitant to turn on a light until you asked him to.

"W-Who's t-there?" You turned your head and locked eyes with pools of jade.

Joker didn't move a muscle as you lookedbut didn't fully see him. He noticed you shaking. You probably saw someone else with your unstable mind.

"Y/n, it's me." J waved at you but you shrunk back further into the covers.

He had to think fast and jog your memory. He was the one that gave you a slew of nicknames but you didn't have one for him. He was just J.

Not very helpful in this current predicament.

Joker still had his makeup on and it would remain until Morgana left the penthouse for good. It eliminated him from showing you the constellation of freckles you loved so much on his face. That for sure would restart your memory.

What was something the two of you shared that could help familiarize Joker to you?

He had yet to give you anything of sentimental value so he striked that off the list. He was shifting his weight on the bed when you tensed.

Your nose flexed just like a bunny, he thought it was cute.

"I should ahhh–"

You cut Joker off. "Lighter fluid and something.. metallic. It.. it smells like that when I'm safe with.. J? Where, w-where were you? Why didn't you stop him..?"

There were many things in this life that Joker overcame. He been in the world's most toughest jails, endured inhumane torture methods, and fought against the greatest superheroes and lived to tell the tale. Yet despite all of those feats, he was brought to his knees at the sight of your tears time and time again.

They were daggers straight to his heart. He couldn't bear seeing his Light in so much pain but despite the agony, he couldn't look away.

You clung tighter to the comforter around you.

"I-I don't know what's r-real anymore! I can hear him telling me it's okay but it's your hands hurting me. You wouldn't do that! Your hands are warm w-with callouses on the palms and index fingers. I begged you to stop! Why won't you s-stop?! Please.. just.. Why weren't you there when I needed you?"

Joker hated to admit it, but Morgana was right. He didn't need to see you like this.

He was living in a nightmare seeing his precious bunny struggling to see the truth. Your mind was all mixed up, fighting both the past and the present.

He had to do something although he didn't know what.

"I.. I wasn't here last night, but uhh, I'm here now. C'mon, Y/n, tell me what ya need me to do."

Joker would give you the world on a silver platter if you asked for it, but he felt utterly useless watching you spiral into madness. His heart stopped beating after he heard your watery plea.

"It hurts, please stop." You weren't thinking clearly and he began to worry when you started to breathe erratically.

He couldn't sit around and watch you suffer. Joker threw all caution to the wind and pulled you in for a hug, covers and all.

At first you resisted– Joker thought he messed up big time– but you sagged further in his arms and buried your face into his chest.

You grabbed fists full of J's suit and inhaled.

The unique cocktail that only Joker possessed, helped you recognize who held you tightly. You sobbed knowing that your Dark Prince was finally here. You thought Joker abandoned you.

"I don't want him to come back, please don't go!" You looked up at Joker.

Your big e/c were frantically staring into his. He sighed and tucked a wayward curl back into place under your bonnet– for once, you didn't flinch, rather you leaned into his touch. Your cheek felt so cold against his hand.

Something in J gave way to the moment.

"If you'll, uh let meee, I'll never let you go. Is that okay?" Joker asked. You looked away and he quickly added. "I won't do anything else, doll. I just wanna be.. here for ya. Let me ahh hold you so... he.. doesn't hurt ya. I won't leave you."

You bit your lip. Joker's arms were soothing for now but you were wary of them.

He could turn violent at a moment's notice. "You promise you won't hurt me?"

You gasped when Joker rested his forehead against yours. It didn't matter that his white paint transferred onto your skin. You weren't expecting such a sweet gesture from him.

It pained him to hear your plea. He feared you were broken beyond repair. But Joker could fix you; he could fix anything if given enough time. 

"I'd let Bats drag me back to Arkham Asylum before I'd lay a finger on ya. Never again." He kept eye contact with you as he grabbed your hand. You surprised yourself by letting him do it.

Baby steps, Joker thought to himself. His eyes squeezed shut as he kissed the fading scar that he made on your palm.

You saw the anguish take hold of his features. Since when was Joker so open to show his emotions?

Joker dropped his usual dialect and talked to you straight. You knew he was serious when his voice also dropped an octave.

Gone was the clown that Gotham City feared, this was just J, a man secretly in love, speaking to you in the hushed air of your room.

"You're my Light. My everything." He used your fingers in his grasp to wipe your tears away.

More rushed to the surface hearing his sincere words but he diligently kept wiping. "These tears I swear, they'll be the death of me. I know it's scary and you have every right to fear me, but if you don't remember anything else– know this Y/n." He waited until you looked at him.

A kaleidoscope of green greeted you and you swore you would never be the same.

"I will never hurt you again. I promise."

Joker whispered your name when you lost concentration and he patiently waited until you looked into his eyes again.

They pleaded with you to understand the unspoken truths his heart was too weak to voice.

Screw what Morgana said about bad timing. He wanted you to know. He had to tell you the truth. Joker cupped your face, "Y/n, I lo—"

You wanted to hear what Joker had to say but your eyes grew heavy all of a sudden. The last thing you ate was that plate of sugar Mom brought you last night. Your body burned through it and demanded more fuel to keep you functioning.

You were dehydrated and your mind and body were running on fumes. You couldn't keep up, so you crashed.

Joker panicked when your body swayed slightly before you fell back. You were unconscious by the time he could react.

He cursed at his failed attempt but recovered quickly to dote on you. Declarations of love would have to wait. His Light was running the risk of being sick.

Joker laid you down and tucked you into bed properly before heading over to the door. Much to his surprise Morgana was there, doing a terrible job of hiding that she was eavesdropping.

She pretended to straighten the abstract artwork hanging outside the guest bedroom as Joker walked by.

She glanced inside and saw you sleeping but knew something happened behind closed doors.

Instead of being a blanket burrito, you were tucked in bed like Sleeping Beauty with the pillows and covers around you almost picturesque.

Joker had a soft side after all. She just witnessed it firsthand. 

Maybe she should tell him everything your parents disclosed last night after all. By the time she caught up to Joker in the living room, he was mid-call.

He saw her approaching and held up a finger.

Morgana dealt with many rude people in her line of work but Joker was probably the rudest of them all.

"... Mmhm, make sure she's discreet this time. One of Y/n's friends is still here. Yeah.. about that.." Joker locked eyes with Morgana. "She's alive. For now."

She froze on the spot. What did for now mean? Was there some kind of 'how to stay alive' program she needed to know about? He had some nerve and this was the man who claimed to love you.

How comforting.

Morgana bounced on the balls of her feet hoping to be acknowledged soon.

Joker discussed some more minor details with one of his henchmen before hanging up. His eyes then flickered over to the vibrant bouquet of flowers Morgana was working on.

She thought he would destroy her hard work but he leaned over to sniff the delicate flora instead.

"For Y/n?" He scanned the work for any imperfections; there weren't any.

He wanted nothing but the best for his bunny. He stared at Morgana, arching an eyebrow when she didn't respond.

"Y–Yeah." Morgana said, "I'm not finished yet! It's gonna be double in size with more Queen Anne lace and roses to r-round it all out. Y/n loves roses and the Eucalyptus will be good for her exhaustion. Its scent is known for its aromatherapy powers plus its good for rejuvenating the spirit and overall elevating one's mood."

Joker nodded and backed off. It was nice to know one of your friends was looking out for you in your time of need.

He was wary of keeping Morgana alive but she was proving to be 'good people' as you had a habit of saying. A far cry from Florence.

Joker grumbled to himself just thinking about the Haitian.

Morgana jumped hearing a rare chuckle from the dark clown. "She'll like them. Now! Let's dis-cuss you. Sit."

Joker clapped his hands and pointed to the blue couch in your living room. He didn't wait for Morgana to act, he was already walking towards the kitchen to grab a water.

He noticed the leftovers in your fridge as he rummaged around for a drink. You probably needed to eat but he'd wait for the doc to look you over and decide what's best.

He snagged two water bottles and headed back to the living room but arrived to witness Morgana swirling a tumbler glass in her hands.

She took a big swig from it as he sat down opposite of her in an accent chair.

She wiped her mouth and tried to explain, "Don't judge me. I need hard liquor after all of this. Want one? I'm great at mixing drinks." She shimmied her shoulders but Joker wasn't amused.

He heard stories from Y/n about Morgana. Her and Florence were the heavy drinkers of the group.

"Y/n doesn't keep alcohol in her apartment." He noted.

Morgana laughed once and polished off her drink. She set it on the coffee table that separated them both. She noticed the clown was right at home in your place but had yet to find her and Flo's numerous stashes of liquor.

"What Y/n doesn't know won't kill her." She failed to dodge the water bottle Joker threw at her face. "OW! What was that for?!"

He sipped on the water while rolling his eyes. Morgana rubbed at her cheek and waited for the clown to finish. He drank the entire bottle in one pull before recapping the top and setting it down.

"Y/n likes to recycle. Ya know-  saving the.. turtles, uhh, one plastic at a time. That's my Light. Always caring for others; failing to take care of herself."

"Isn't she caring for you until you no longer need her?" She interrupted.

Joker licked his scars. Have patience. No need to take your frustrations out on others, he heard your voice recite in his head. He took a deep breath before smiling at Morgana.

"I'm noT leaving Y/n so that means I have to, uhh, geT along with the people in her life. So! This can be a lit-le experiment of sorts between usss. Let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut and I'll.... see how long I can tolerate you without murdering ya! Deal?"

Morgana was at a loss for words. What kind of agreement was that?

"I need another drink." She sighed. Joker's laugh was far more creepier in person than on tv.

The sound of the doorbell startled Morgana out of her task. She set the spray bottle down and jogged over to the front door to answer it.

She was pleasantly surprised when a beautiful woman was standing outside, chewing on bubble gum with an attitude.

"Can I help you?" Morgana asked.

The female looked up from her phone and glanced down the short hallway, at the elevator, and then back at Morgana.

"Tis boy better not have given me da wrong address. Hold on." She dialed a number and brought it to her ear.

Morgana was left awkwardly holding the door when the mysterious woman began arguing with whoever she called.

The commotion gained Joker's attention all the way in the living room. He recognized the woman at the door instantly. She did the same the moment she spotted Joker.

"Well well! If it isn't my sorry excuse for a patient! I see you're not restin' your leg like I told ya." She sighed.

Joker smiled and leaned on the door frame. "Be glad I didn't kill you after my checK up, doc." He fired back.

Morgana glanced back and forth between the two. "Uhh do you two know each other or something?"

The woman looked Morgana dead in the eye. "I don't know who this man is. I mean, he could be walking down the street, I wouldn't. Sorry to this man."

Joker laughed and she joined along but swatted his hands away when he tried to grab her neck.

The pair walked inside, leaving Morgana utterly confused in the foyer. She watched them talk amongst themselves like two old friends and caught up to them mid sentence.

"..and her hands are sooooo cold, doc. She's been crying her little heart out and passed out in my arms. Whatever can ya do?" Joker pouted as he held the bedroom door open for his esteemed guest.

She walked in and looked around. Leave it for Joker to find some chick with money. She sat her bag down on a nearby table and dug through it for some gloves. 

"Sounds like dehydration. When's the last time she ate?"

Morgana walked in and answered for Joker, "Last night around eight ish? It was a plate of dessert but she ate dinner too. Hi, I'm her friend and you are?"

"Name's Sarai. I'm this idiot's on-call doc." Sarai dabbed Morgana up before facing her employer. "Now, where's my patient?"

Joker was too busy stewing in jealousy. He liked secret handshakes too. What gives?

"You don't do that with me doc. I thought we were errr close."

She eyed him like a fed up mother would her child. "You ain't black, Joker. Now move." She pushed him aside and approached the bed, but stopped as if she saw a ghost.

She treated hundreds of patients a day but she never forgot a face. "I remember her."

Sarai picked up your hands and sure enough, the jagged cut that she treated almost a month ago was still there. Your hands were cold to the touch just like Joker said and also a bit clammy.

"Did you do this?" She pointed at your palms. Joker sat down by your side and had the decency to look ashamed. He sighed before nodding.

Both Sarai and Morgana stared at him in disbelief. He looked so remorseful.

Joker was such a man child at times. One would have thought Sarai scolded him with the way he was acting. She flicked her braids over her shoulder with a huff.

Today they were blonde butterfly locs reaching down to her waist. When she shook her head, they moved with her. Joker eyed them curiously. How did she work in the hospital with such long braids?

"I knew I shoulda filed a police report. Her shoddy story bout mistakin' the pepper grinder for a knife was too sketchy."

She donned her pink gloves before she gently opened your mouth. "Ah, as I thought. She's dehydrated. You want an IV in her?"

Morgana stood on the other side of the bed to watch this interaction up close. There was actually a person not afraid of The Joker!

This supposed doctor was talking to him any kind of way and he paid her no mind. She would demand something out of her bag and he would grab it, no questions asked.

But he pushed Morgana to the ground and threw water bottles at her when she raised her voice at him. This man was truly unpredictable.

Morgana let her intrusive thoughts get the better of her. "So you're a real doctor and you willingly work for him?"

She slapped a hand over her mouth after she spoke but it was too late. Sarai was inserting an IV into your arm but chuckled at the insult. She admired her handiwork before replying.

"Dr. Sarai Obukofe, chief trauma surgeon at Gotham General. Joker's house calls pays more tho. Don't give me dat look. I'm from Blüdhaven, his crimes ain't nothin' n' Jokester here won't hurt friends of da family. Won't ya now?" She nudged his leg with her own.

Joker hummed. It was neither affirmative or negative.

Morgana slowly nodded. She picked up the thick Blüdhaven accent at the door but she was still confused.

"Friends of the family?" She questioned.

Sarai rigged the IV bag to your bedpost. It would have to do since she didn't pack an IV pole. Not like she could.

This was an off the books house call after all. She received a text from her cousin saying to come to an address with her crash kit– strictly on the low.

Sarai automatically knew it was for Joker. She couldn't refuse the job even if today was her rare day off.

She blew a bubble and popped it sharply before eyeing Joker. "How deep is she?" She jerked her head at Morgana.

Joker didn't look away from you to answer. "Accident. I'm con-sider-ing offing her later."

Sarai grimaced and cast sympathetic eyes on Morgana. "Ouch, so an outsider then."

She checked you over when you began to shiver. "Frost mentioned on the phone that she had a 'traumatic experience.' Care ta explain that?"

Morgana had enough. She cut through the air with her hand in a fit of rage.

"No, no! Go back! I thought we had a deal, Joker! We shared a drink together, you said you'd keep me alive if I helped you with this 'get along with others' experiment of yours. Now you're thinking about killing me again? Make up your mind!"

Joker was about to when you whimpered and stole everyone's attention. They were being too loud.

"You're disturbing my patient. Either lower ya voice or move dis conversation elsewhere." Sarai hissed at Morgana.

The florist was trying to keep her cool. These two strangers just barged into your place as if they owned it and had the audacity to boss her around!

She couldn't even defend herself! Morgana wished she'd let Dick stay behind instead. He probably would've handled this situation a bit better than her. Sure he would've fought with Joker and possibly died in the process, but he wouldn't have sided with the madman to stay alive. GCPD would have the place surrounded with Batman en route by now.

She had half a mind to sneak away and call the authorities but one look at you had her second guessing that decision.

The last thing you needed was more stress and strangers surrounding you and your space. You required peace and quiet to heal.

But this clown was on thin f__king ice with her.

It was a lot to handle on a Friday afternoon and Morgana wasn't about to let Joker or this doctor mess with her energy. She took a relaxing breath and found her center.

"I will not let your indecisiveness get the better of me. However if we're to get along– whatever the hell that means, you gotta stop threatening to kill me." Morgana said.

Joker looked at Sarai as if she had the answers.

The doctor was putting away her tools and had no parts in this. She'd stick around until Joker called her back to remove the IV. Other than that, her job was done.

That is until you groaned and blinked your eyes open.

Everyone held their breath in anticipation. You squinted your eyes a few times until you felt a tightness on your forearm.

Much to your horror there was a hospital IV inserted in your vein. You began to claw at it when Joker reached out and stopped you.

"Hey. Hey.. leave thaT alone, baby doll." Your eyes darted up to him.

It took you longer than he liked to recognize him again, but you were slowly coming back to yourself.

"J.. it's cold." Your fingernail picked at the tape Sarai attached to keep the needle in place.

You hated doctors and you hated medical treatment. It reminded you too much of that night and the following weeks thereafter. You didn't want to think about it again, and Joker was right there to distract you from it all.

His hand rested atop yours and squeezed. He felt like a furnace. He sighed, "I knooow but, it's gonna make ya feel better. You uhh want me to hold you? Promise I'm warm, hmm?"

His thumb rubbed circles on your darker skin as you thought over his offer. You relented with a weak nod.

Joker stood up to climb into the bed with you but looked up at something within the room.

"Close the door on your way out. Now."

You wondered who he was talking to and followed his gaze. You and Morgana locked eyes. She was calm, way too calm to be in Joker's presence and the crazy part– he allowed her to be.

Your eyes went back and forth between her and Joker as the wheels in your brain spun out of control. Surely this was a dream.

There was no way Joker would let another one of your friends in on his secret. Then you spotted a third individual standing off to the side. She looked familiar but you couldn't place her at present.

Your mind was too busy grasping at the reality of Joker and Morgana being in the same room without the latter being murdered.

That dream you had of a little boy by the river whispered in your mind.

'She knows and now she has to die.'

He wasn't talking about Florence. He was referring to Morgana.

You shot forward and grabbed a hold Joker's suit vest in a surprisingly strong grip. He looked down at you in intrigue as you started spouting nonsense.

"Not her! Please don't kill her Joker! She's my friend. Y-You promised me!" You were leaving wrinkles in Joker's shirt as Morgana rounded the bed to enter your line of vision.

"Y/n! Calm down, I'm right here! I'm okay!" She stole your attention but it came with a price. You let go of Joker to whirl on Morgana. It was her turn to hiss at your vice-like grip.

"You can't be here! You have to leave Gana. You didn't see nothing! Deny everything! Please.. I-I can't lose you too. I can't lose another friend.. Please."

You sobbed into her arms and she glared at Joker who was still standing off to the side, speechless.

He was coping with the fact you begged him not to kill someone and that he felt obligated to obey.

He wasn't going to let Morgana leave the apartment building alive but the moment you begged him, Joker's hands were tied. He promised he'd never hurt you. That meant physically, mentally, and emotionally. You stopped The Joker with three simple words.

You promised me.

He stood frozen, awaiting your next orders for he truly did not know what to do after discovering the power you held over him.

Morgana managed to get you to lie back on the bed as your burst of adrenaline died out. You felt sluggish all of a sudden.

Sarai stood watch as the pain meds she added to your IV line started to kick in. You fought against the fog and looked over at Joker.

His eyes instantly found yours and thus the staring match began. Your drugged induced gaze had a clear warning in them and you made sure to declare it vocally.

"You hurt my friends.. and I'll never.. forgive you." You fell back asleep and the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Joker feared nothing in this life but your warning hit him like a ton of bricks. He hoped you would forget all of this when you woke up.

If not, then he was in deep trouble.

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #heath ledger #reader insert #joker x y/n #joker x reader #romance #angst #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #heath joker #mental health #dark knight joker #his lighthouse

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HIHIII!! You’ve been my fav writer on here for a while noww so I’ve been thinking of requesting and i finally thought of smth !! I was wondering if I could request n25 with a reader who covered one of their songs??

love your fics!!! Byebyeeeee

{Niigo with a reader who covers a song!} [P]

Kanade Yoisaki

Kanade is always honored to have people paying attention and showing positive responses to her songs, so imagine her pride when she sees covers of them online...

Especially seeing you, who she has known and has shown her songs before to, publishing a cover?? She didn't see it coming at all, and was shocked by the sudden nature of it all!

She was just scrolling through her channel, looking for replies and feedback to see what her fans thought of her newest piece when she sees the cover on the recommended list! It caught her attention immediately!

She listens to it, and she's taken aback by the emotion packed into every lyric! Even though you didn't write them, she could tell that they meant something to you, that it wasn't just pretty words and sentences, but there was a soul behind it all!

She makes sure to leave a comment on your cover. After understanding the feelings you were conveying through her song, she couldn't help but feel satisfied with her own work, at least this once...

That cover was truly something special. I could feel the emotion behind every word, and the way you conveyed them was something that resonated with me. I'm honored to have caused such emotions with our work, and I hope to see you experiencing them with our future ones.

Mafuyu Asahina

Mafuyu hadn't really thought about the aspect of others really admiring her songs that way. She didn't make it for that reason, so she never gave the aspect of her fan's reception much thought.

That's why she doesn't think much of it when you say such nice things of her songs! She hadn't meant to show off her work to you, but once you learnt about it you couldn't help showing off your appreciation!

And that's also why it takes her by surprise when she sees a cover of one of the songs she created alongside her group sudden uploaded to your channel! You showed it to her in hopes of learning what she thought of it!

She was surprised when hearing that a cover was made of her song! Did the people hearing it like it this much? She always saw a lot of compliments on the comments but didn't think much of them. But this? She never really understood why having covers made was so touching, but in that moment, it clicked.

"Ah, I'm glad that you enjoyed it so much! Fufu, but to go through all that effort, you must have really been touched by that song, huh? It shows through your voice in this video! I can tell, even though it's my first time listening to it."

She simply smiled and thanked you for the cover while thinking to herself, just how their songs affect those who hear it... She has already smiled at a demo her friend made, so the feelings that a complete one can convey... She might need to learn more about what her fans do.

Ena Shinonome

Ena is one of the members who cares most about the reception that their fans make whenever uploading any new songs! She mostly does this to search for stuff that she could fix about her own parts, but also enjoys the compliments quite a bit...

However, she doesn't really expect her online, musician life to connect with her irl one! So when she suddenly sees one of her irl friends posting a cover, she is just plain surprised!

Sure, she had heard you complimenting the songs that they made, but she didn't think much of it! Especially as you continued to praise the music and lyrics, both of which she didn't create. However, now that she sees the cover...

"You... We're serious about that?? U-uh wait! I'm not really reprimanding you or anything! I'm just... Shocked, that's all! Um, I haven't really heard your cover yet, but... I don't know, it still feels out of place, and... Jeez, you really want me to give it a listen, huh? Fine, fine!"

She does listen to it eventually, and she's, once again, surprised! You, one of her irl friends, putting such emotion into her song?? She needs a few moments to take it all in for sure, but once she does, she sends a message telling you how good you did!

However, she also sends a few tips on how to do a bit better, since she can tell that it wasn't perfect! After all, she has always strived to be better at the things she liked, and she thinks that with such passion put into your vocals, you might be the same!

Mizuki Akiyama

Mizuki is quite amused by their fanbase, so they check up on the content that they produce every once in a while! They can't help but feel proud that their work can cause such inspiration for others to create as well!

They absolutely adore watching the creations that arise from their own! After all, they were the one who managed to strike a gold mine with the painter, so it's no surprise that they love fan content!

However, as soon as they find your cover of their song, they're immediately on the phone, sending you the same link with a teasing message alongside it! They can't help but find it so interesting that it's actually sort of amusing!

To start teasing you even more, they start listening to the cover itself, and that's when they realize just how serious you were about this! Feeling the intensity in your voice, in the way you express every word...

"What, are you still mad at my teasing?? Come ooonn, you know that I didn't mean it that way! By the way, your cover was great! It was amazing to hear just how much passion you put into every verse! Hehe, if I knew you were this spirited, then maybe you could volunteer to be the main vocals for our next song..."

Of course they continue to tease, but not before letting you know just how well you did! They feel slightly guilty for just taking your cover as a joke at first, but their support afterwards makes up for it, even if they may not think so!

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Song Mingi : Burning Desire (Part 3/5)

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Moon Aeri)

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A week later :

Mingi : yes, and? Why do I need to care about this…this uprising you talk about?

Minister : because, your majesty, one uprising will only lead to another. And if this continues you could be ousted from your own throne. We know who is larger in force, the people or the aristocrats.

Mingi : the people hold no power, minister. The army is with us.

Minister : but-but even so, I just thought we should try and talk to them-

Mingi : so they can assassinate me in the process?

Minister : sire-

Mingi : do not waste my time on stupid things like this anymore, minister. You may leave.

The minister opened his mouth to say something and then shut it as the door to mingi's study burst open, revealing a soldier as he said

??? : uh, sire? It's her majesty.

Mingi looked back at the papers on his desk as he said

Mingi : what about her?

??? : she refuses to leave the bathrooms.

Mingi : what?

??? : uhm, she's been in there since the morning and the maids have started to worry, seeing blood leak through the door gap-

Mingi stood up quickly as he walked towards the door before saying

Mingi : and you're telling me this only now?

??? : I thought we shouldn't be concerning you on her majesty's personal matters-

Mingi : she is my wife, soldier. If anything happens to her, you come to me first and immediately.

The soldier nodded as mingi walked past him, almost rushing towards aeri's bathrooms as his eyes landed on a group of maids herded around the royal bathroom. They all bowed as mingi entered and walked past them before banging on the bathroom door.

Mingi : moon aeri, open the goddamn door!

The maids flinched as they stepped back, mingi's eyes falling on the floor as the blood stained his leather shoes. Mingi let out a breath and banged harder against the door before saying

Mingi : either you open the door or I fucking break it down!

A few seconds later a small click sound was heard as the door slowly opened, mingi quickly stepping inside before closing the door behind him. Mingi looked around as his eyes landed on a sweaty aeri, her hair sticking to her face and neck and her hand clutching onto the small wound in her leg. A stab wound.

Mingi : who did this to you?

Aeri let out a shaky breath as she said

Aeri : I…I don't know.

Mingi : how do you not know? And why the bloody hell have you not got this treated yet? Why are you hiding inside the bathroom-

Aeri : because I need to find out who did this to me, and in order to do that I need to pretend I have not been wounded. So that the person would strike again.

Mingi : that makes no sense, empress. This time it's your leg, and the next time if it's your heart?

Aeri : then I dodge it the way I dodged it this time.

Mingi stepped forward as he said

Mingi : and? If I hadn't come here what would you have done?

Aeri : I would've waited for you.

Mingi stared at aeri as she winced and said

Aeri : I need you to help me clear this wound, I know you've had medical lessons.

Mingi : and you haven't?

Aeri : they didn't think a woman would ever require-

Mingi : Jesus Christ your people are so stupid!

Aeri gasped as mingi lifted her off of her feet, lifting her in his arms as he carried her to the sink top before placing her on it gently. He leaned down and opened a drawer before pulling out the bandage kit, placing it next to aeri on the table. Aeri watched as mingi took out it's components before asking

Mingi : when did this happen?

Aeri : I was out on my morning walks in the garden and I heard someone's footsteps. Which is unlikely because I'm usually always alone in the garden during my walks and only people really close to me are ever even allowed to enter during that time.

Mingi : that's why you wished to hide this, because we have a traitor now.

Aeri : the palace's secrets are spilling out, your highness. And that can never be good for us. The-

Mingi : uprising, yes? It's happened connected to this?

Aeri : it is what I believe.

Mingi : and this has never happened before?

Aeri : no offence, your highness, but the people seemed to love the rulers before you. You are new, and hence threatening to them.

Mingi : none taken. Now tell me, do you have a hunch as to who it is?

Aeri shook her head as she let out a gasp, mingi's hands now skillfully wiping the excess blood around aeri's wounds as he said

Mingi : whoever threw this knew what they were doing. It's gone in deep but hasn't affected any nerves.

Aeri : your highness, I uh, I just thought, you know-

Mingi : no, I do not know. You thought what?

Aeri let out a breath, looking away as she said

Aeri : I thought you had done it.

Mingi paused at his actions, letting out a low chuckle before looking up at aeri

Mingi : aeri-ya, you think I'd miss?

Aeri blinked her eyes as mingi came closer to her, aeri trying her best not to retract back as mingi whispered

Mingi : where are you hiding the knife?

Aeri : what?

Mingi : the knife you would've used to kill me had I shown any signs of having done this to you, where is it, darling?

Aeri pressed her lips together as she slowly lifted her skirt, revealing the knife sheathed to her thigh strap. Mingi smiled, looking back at aeri before saying

Mingi : good girl. Never trust anyone, not even your own husband.

Aeri let out a breath as mingi went back to treating her wound, his eyes now cold and distant. Mingi had probably thought why aeri was being so cool and trusting to him so suddenly, and now he had realized why. It had been a trap and he had almost fallen. But the second aeri had seen mingi's eyes while entering the bathroom she had known that he had nothing to do with this.

Aeri : your highness, you might want to increase your personal security now.

Mingi : I am a warrior myself, empress. I need no soldiers around me, the ones I have right now are just for show. So people don't bother me for being careless.

Aeri : this land works different, your highness. Here even the mere servants are plotting our deaths each and every second. This is China, not Korea. One slip of hands, and your head will be on a spike next.

Mingi chuckled, finally having finished taking care of aeri's wound as he looked up at her before saying

Mingi : you'd like that now, wouldn't you?

Aeri : of course I wouldn't. I wish to kill you myself, your highness, I can't let my people do that to you instead. So please, try to keep yourself from being beheaded.

Mingi smiled, brushing a stray strand of her hair behind aeri's ear before whispering

Mingi : I shall promise you that, my wife. Now clean up the mess by yourself, unless you want someone to take your head off.

Saying that mingi walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him as aeri sighed

Aeri : bastard.

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Han : and she's fine now?

Mingi : the knife didn't hit any nerves, I told you. It was probably meant for the heart but the empress dodged it, so it hit her leg instead.

Han : I thought she was untrained, mingi? She dodged a knife so easily? And too one thrown with such force and aim?

Mingi : that's what I'm wondering. If she's so out of touch with her fighting senses and have received no training, how was she able to dodge a knife meant for the heart, and that too out of nowhere?

Han : you have to be careful of her, mingi-ya. She's just acting stupid to fool you, she's probably more trained than we are for all you know.

Mingi sighed, leaning back against his throne as he looked at han with a smile

Mingi : what would I do without you, han-ah.

Han chuckled, giving mingi a bow before saying

Han : I guess you'll never find out, my king.

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2 weeks later :

Aeri was once again on her morning walks, the wound on her leg finally having healed enough for her to be able to do so, and protect herself from any other threats. Aeri had seen change in her kingdom within two weeks that she hadn't seen in the half a decade she'd been here. Song mingi was doing a wonderful job, and as much as she despised mingi, she couldn't deny that he was doing his job as an emperor almost perfectly. The people were slowly starting to like him, and that was quick for a population that took 2 years to even accept aeri as their empress.

Aeri suddenly paused on her tracks as she felt leaves ruffling somewhere close, her eyes growing sharp as her hands went to the knife that was sheathed to her waist. Aeri wrapped her hand around it's hilt as she felt the unknown person slowly step closer behind her, a small smile forming on aeri's face as she realized she could definitely catch the traitor now.

And just as aeri felt the person come close enough she quickly turned around, unsheathing the knife in the process as she held it forward. The man in front of her dodged, stepping aside as he pointed his own sword at her. He was wearing a mask.

Aeri : coward.

Aeri quickly stepped forward as she started fighting the man, the man saying nothing as their sword clashed against each other. Aeri hit at his sword before trying to twist it aside, the man suspecting her move before as he twisted it the other way around before stepping back. Aeri grunted in annoyance as she stepped further forward, their swords clashing again.

The both of them fought each other around the garden, aeri being this close to dismantling the man before he pulled an unprecedented move and escaped. He'd be close to dismantling her as well, but she'd move away just in time. Now aeri decided it was time, the man was too skilled and she was growing tired. Aeri suddenly leaned down, kicking her feet over the man's in order to sweep him off of his feet.

The man frowned as he felt himself lose his balance, aeri taking this chance to throw his sword away with hers as she threw him onto the floor. The man grunted as he fell on his knees in front of her. Aeri pointed her sword at his neck with a proud face and was about to say something when the man suddenly wrapped his hands around her feet, throwing her onto the grass as she fell back down with a grunt. The man hovered over her and aeri glared at him, bringing her sword to his neck as she breathed heavily. She was really going to kill him now, he had just ruined her pretty dress.

And just as she was about to press the knife harder the man suddenly removed his mask, his heavy breaths now falling on her lips as aeri whispered

Aeri : your highness?

Mingi : still want to kill me, empress?

Aeri : even more so now.

Mingi chuckled, staring at aeri as she realized the awkward position they were in. mingi was on top of her and aeri still had her knife pointed at his neck. She was about to move it away when mingi shook his head, holding the knife closer to his throat as he said

Mingi : no keep it there, you've defeated me after all.

Aeri : you…you were the traitor?

Mingi : don't disgrace me like that, empress. If I wanted to kill you I would've done it much sooner, I just have other uses for you.

Aeri : then why did you do this?

Mingi : where did you learn how to fight?

Aeri : get off me and I might tell you.

Mingi smiled, flicking his index finger against the edge of aeri's sword as it drew blood, a drop of it falling on aeri's cheek as mingi stood up and held his hand out for aeri to hold. She rolled her eyes, standing up by herself as she dusted her gown off before saying

Aeri : I self taught myself.

Mingi : what?

Aeri : when I was young I'd secretly watch the fighting classes my brother received from the best swordsmen in town. I'd learn from on top of a tree and then I'd practice by myself in the night. After I came here, I'd watch the old emperor's classes from my balcony, I had direct view. And then I'd practice at night, for as long as I wanted.

Mingi : you can do this much after just watching classes, imagine what you could do if you actually went to one.

Aeri chuckled, sheathing her sword back as she said

Aeri : I'm a woman, your highness. We don't get those.

Mingi : then I will teach you.

Aeri looked up at mingi in part shock. She had expected mingi to prohibit her from using weapons any further, she'd figured she would've hurt his ego after having defeated him. But now he was proposing to teach her in weapons art?

Mingi smiled, leaning down as he whispered

Mingi : I have found yet another use for you, empress. You continue to surprise me.

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2 days later :

Aeri had just finished with her bath and was standing in front of her vanity mirror, taking care of her skin and hair when she felt the door open, making her sigh in annoyance.

Aeri : your highness I haven't yet finished-

??? : oh really.

Aeri flinched as she turned around, realizing with a start that it wasn't mingi, but an unknown soldier who had a disgusting smirk on his face. Aeri suddenly felt bare with only a silk dress to wrap her wet body, her heart racing as the man stepped closer to her.

Aeri : who are you?

??? : do you need to know?

Aeri : what are you doing in my room, soldier. And who let you in-

??? : all of our soldiers hate you, your majesty. They were more than glad to let me in when I told them my intentions for you.

Aeri clenched her jaw as her hand slowly went to the back, soundlessly opening the drawer behind her as she stared straight up at the man before asking in a shaky voice

Aeri : and what exactly were your intentions, soldier?

The soldier smiled, leaning down slightly as he laid his hand against aeri's bare arm and slid it down sensually before whispering

??? : you know.

Aeri smiled as she finally wrapped her hand against the hilt of her blade, quickly bringing it forward as she plunged it straight into the man's heart before whispering

Aeri : of course I do.

The man let out a gagging noise as his eyes widened, aeri pulling the knife out as the man fell on the ground dead, blood bubbling to his mouth. Aeri gasped as she dropped the knife, stepping back as she wrapped her shaky arms around herself, breathing heavily. She'd never killed anyone before, this was a first. Just as aeri was about to step further away the door opened, revealing a tired mingi.

He frowned as his eyes fell to his dead soldier on the floor, aeri's hand stained with blood as mingi asked, slight shock and confusion lacing his tone

Mingi : did you just…did you kill my soldier?

Aeri : he tried touching me.

Mingi looked at aeri as he stepped inside the room, scanning aeri up and down as he asked

Mingi : he did what?

Aeri : he said the soldiers outside let him in after he told them what he was going to do to me, your highness. He touched my arm and before he could do anything more I…I killed him.

Mingi : empress-

Mingi cut himself off as aeri rushed towards the door, walking past him as she disappeared into the corridors. Mingi stared at the dead man on the floor, his hand going to the sword sheathed on his waist before pulling it out as he stepped outside, his jaw clenched in anger. The two soldiers outside bowed at the sight of mingi, slight fear in their eyes as mingi asked

Mingi : you let another man touch what's mine, soldier?

The soldiers bowed their heads, both of them not uttering a word. They had thought the man inside would get the job done, because then aeri wouldn't be alive to explain what had happened. But now, it had all gone wrong.

And their silence was a good enough answer for mingi.

Mingi : you will pay for this.

??? : please sire, show us mercy-

The man cut himself off with a gag as mingi slashed his sword across his neck, the man's blood spraying on mingi's face and his sword as the dead soldier crumbled to the floor, still shaking. And before the other soldier could even try running mingi stabbed his sword into his neck, the soldiers standing around watching in pure horror as blood covered the entire floor within seconds. Mingi pulled the sword back as the second soldier crumbled to the floor, holding his neck in pain as he gasped.

Mingi turned around, looking at the other soldiers around as he said

Mingi : if any of you, ever, lift a hand against my queen, I will have all of you beheaded, without second thought. Do you understand me, soldiers?

The soldiers chorused a 'yes sire' in unison as mingi walked away, heading towards the gardens.

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Aeri had never thought she'd kill a man so soon, and like this, ever in her life. Of course, she had been training for it, training to kill her own husband but this…she wasn't prepared for this. And that man's touch still lingered on her arms, making her feel disgusting. She hated that she'd let herself be so vulnerable like this. She should've known this would happen.

Aeri looked up at the sky as she felt tears in her eyes, realizing how sad her life was. From being married against her will to a cruel man, who touched her and raped her in ways she couldn't say out loud, who'd destroyed all her dreams and wishes of a happy marriage, to having to face two miscarriages, aeri's life had been nothing but a nightmare. The people from outside wished to be her, the all powerful empress of China who got whatever she wanted. But little did they know, the one thing aeri could never get in this life of hers was happiness.

Aeri flinched as she felt someone throw their sword in front of her, the emperor's royal sword clattering in front of her. Except it was now filled with blood, the blood staining the grass underneath it as she looked up at mingi, his face having blood stains on it too.

Aeri : your highness, whose-

Mingi : the blood of the men who let this happen to you.

Aeri looked back at the sword, realizing mingi had killed them, the two soldiers outside their chambers.

Mingi : don't mistaken me, empress. This isn't because I felt pity for you, or anger at your situation. It is just that I don't like anyone touching what's mine, and you are mine. Do you remember the only vow that I said after the wedding, empress?

Aeri looked up at mingi as she said

Aeri : whoever or whatever that touches you, I will have my sword stained with their blood before placing it before you.

Mingi nodded, kneeling down in front of aeri before saying

Mingi : that is my only promise to you, empress, and that I will keep.

Aeri stared at mingi, his cold sharp eyes staring right back at her. Aeri knew why mingi had done this, it wasn't out of love and respect, it was because he wished her to be alive for his own uses, and when that was done, he would probably kill her himself.

But no one had ever stood up for aeri, even if it was for their own uses, everyone had let everything happen to her, even herself. Mingi was a first, and now looking at mingi, covered in the blood of someone who let this happen to her, she felt something she'd never felt before.

Aeri suddenly leaned forward as she kissed mingi, her hand placing itself against his blood stained cheek as she closed her eyes. Mingi froze for a second, not having expected that from aeri. And then he closed his eyes, letting aeri kiss him. He didn't know why he let her, but he did.

And then mingi felt aeri stop kissing him, pulling away as she laid her head against his chest. Mingi blinked, looking down at aeri as he felt her go still against him. Mingi's eyes slightly widened as he realized aeri was asleep, asleep…in the presence of him? Right after kissing him?

Mingi : damn me.

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#ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez ff #ateez fanfic #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez au #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa angst #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa ff #seonghwa au #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa x oc #seonghwa imagines #kpop angst #kpop ff #kpop fluff #angst #ff #fluff #ateez #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut

[chronicbeans]

Uh. Sorry if it seems weird to ask but have you considered what would happen if Audrey 2 , from little shop of horrors has been put into the neighborhood in welcome home. I don't know if you have heard of it but I wanted to ask in case you did.

Of course! I love crossovers. Now, I haven't necessarily seen Little Shop of Horrors, but I did recognize the name from the dentist's song that I listened to. I also know a little about Audrey 2, who is the plant, I believe. So, I decided to do a bit of research for this, because from what I knew, I thought this would be interesting! Sorry if it isn't really entirely accurate or if some things feel out of character. As I said, I haven't seen it entirely myself, instead only seeing clips. (I did listen and watch Mean Green Mother and I now know I have to watch it at some point omg.)

Audrey 2 from Little Shop of Horrors in the Neighborhood from Welcome Home:

TW: Swearing, Manipulation

🪴So, the Mean Green Mother from Outer Space somehow found itself in a land full of puppets... Very kind puppets... Who, by the way, seem VERY gullible due to being from a kid's show... It can work with this.

🪴It needs to get back to the world of humans, somehow, so it will gladly sweet talk and manipulate the neighbors into helping. It can't eat puppets, as they aren't human. It would probably say something about missing its home to make them feel bad for it. It would work on everyone except for Frank.

🪴Why wouldn't it work on Frank? Well, the way the language of his fellow neighbors changes is the main reason. Mostly Wally's, due to Wally spending the most time with Audrey 2. Due to Frank owning a lot of random books, he has some on different sayings, dialects, and other things to do with language. It seems like Audrey 2 has decided to cause havoc in the little community on its way out.

🪴One day, Frank saw Wally and Julie standing outside. Wally was holding a baseball bat, and right as Frank was walking by, he heard him tell Julie "I'm gonna bust your balls!" in the most joyful, and excited way. Needless to say, Frank choked on the air and had to go check to make sure nothing bad was happening. Wally looked extremely confused as Frank chastised him, pointing to Julie and saying "We are playing baseball. "Busting your balls" means hitting baseballs, kickballs, and other types of sports balls, right?" Soon enough, despite Frank trying to tell everyone what it really means, everybody in town is using "I'm gonna bust your balls" while playing sports.

🪴Another example is when Frank saw Wally comforting a sad Poppy over a burnt cake. Everyone had gathered to help her bake it, including Audrey 2. When Wally said "You don't mean shit!" in response to Poppy telling everyone how bad she felt for messing up the cake, Audrey 2 laughed so freaking hard. Wally, and everyone besides Frank, thinks it means something like "Shit means that you suck. Saying somebody doesn't mean shit means that they don't suck."

🪴Frank would probably put the two and two together. This foul language has only started after Audrey 2 came around and Audrey 2 already seems a bit rude at times. It always wants to do things its own way, or no way. It is more bossy than Sally when it comes to plays, likes to trip Eddie on his way to deliver mail, and it sometimes trashes Howdy's Store! Frank would be the main one working to get Audrey 2 back to wherever it came from, succeeding very quickly through sheer willpower, alone.

🪴Needless to say, the neighborhood was never the same after that plant arrived.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #little shop of horrors #audrey 2

[makarovni]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @corvosattano and @adelaidedrubman to share some shit I've been writing this fine Wednesday. Thanks!! It was a toss up whether I shared a bit of Bianca's Nice Guys introduction or her first meeting with Driver, but I don't think I've written enough of the Nice Guys fic that even contains Bianca just yet so I won't be doing that one. However the Drive fic is really an effort bc if you've seen the movie you know the way he talks and behaves, and it's difficult to put into writing (I haven't and don't intend to read the actual novel bc apparently its pretty different so don't tell me to do that lmao), as is just having him go by the name Driver, so I'm still getting used to it and figuring things out. But it's something!! So take it!!

For a split second, their eyes meet, but just as quickly they dart away, and her eyes are back on her textbook. Driver returns to his food, just as good as he'd imagined it would be, and he's finished eating all but the ice cream fairly quickly.

Now that he's only eating the soft serve, he wants to approach the girl. His eyes are attracted to her phone, where he can see she's listening to some album with a cover featuring a girl in a bikini. Even though she's listening through earphones, Driver can hear it ever so slightly through the one that's not in her ear, and he's intrigued again.

"What are you listening to?"

Startled by his shadow over her and the sudden burst of conversation, the girl jolts a bit, but settles down when she realizes that it's just him.

"Oh, uh, I'm listening to Deftones," she replies in a soft, high voice, a small smile on her lips. "You like them?"

Driver smiles back at her. "I've never heard them before."

She tilts her head and picks up the free earbud, offering it to him. "You wanna listen?"

He nods silently, his smile widening, and he sits down next to her and puts the earphone in. The song that plays begins with a cymbal-heavy drum intro with breathy vocalizations peppered in, before the guitar and proper singing begin. The two listen together, as if they've been friends for years.

"I like it. What's it called?" He asks after the chorus concludes.

"Around the Fur," she replies. "It's the title track."

"It's good. Can I keep listening with you?"

"Of course." She nods, and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

The two return to silence as they enjoy the sound of Chino Moreno's voice together– he eats his soft serve, she continues to skim her textbook and scribble notes, and he watches where she looks. It's a nursing textbook, which makes the fact that she's wearing scrubs make a lot more sense. Her handwriting is somehow simultaneously messy and neat, and she's writing something down about wound care.

"Are you a nurse?" He asks suddenly.

She jolts again, somehow startled by a simple question. "Um, yeah. I'm just working on some continuing education."

"That's cool," he replies, taking a quick bite of his ice cream. "What's your name?"

She brushes her fringe bangs out of her face and looks at him with big, brown eyes. "Bianca. You?"

His eyes dart around nervously, and he hesitates. He doesn't have a name, he can't afford to have one. But she has to call him something, right?

"Well….they call me, um…Driver."

"Driver?" Bianca asks with a giggle, taking a bite of her own ice cream. "Really?"

"Yeah. 'Cause I drive." He stares at Bianca, wondering why this doesn't make sense to her. It makes sense to him.

She snorts. "Okay, nice to meet you, Driver."

#my wips #my writing #bianca andretti #x: the chauffeur #wip wednesday

[eisforeidolon]

Question: Going back to trying new things, going back to her question about trying new things? I know you've mentioned before you took ballroom lessons for your wedding after losing a bet with Danneel, and you've got a couple of albums under your belt. So who do we have to petition to get you on Dancing With the Stars or The Masked Singer?

Jensen: [cracks up and walks away from mic]

JDM: Oh, God, please! [stomps exaggeratedly] I'll start the petition! Actually can we get him on that thing where you wear the fucking big costume [gestures widely around his head]?

Jensen : That's Masked Singer.

JDM: Oh, God! I can't tell you how happy that would make me.

Jensen: I can't tell you how depressed I'd be if that's where my career headed without - Uh, yeah, we might be - Hopefully we're far away from that ever happening, but uh, you never know, I might need a career resurrection at some point. [both crack up][Jensen holds up hand in stop gesture] Not to say that the people on that show -

JDM: I'm not touchin' it!

Jensen: They're very talented people on that show.

JDM: [gestures at Jensen] Watch him dig his way out of this one.

Jensen: I, uh, this is not me, somebody else said it was like, this was somebody else's material, but like, 'Hey did you see Dancing with the Stars last night?' And he was like, 'Oh, you mean Dancing with the Oh I've Heard of Them Once?' And I'm like, 'Oof, that's tough.' So for some reason that stuck with me and it's like NO, that's - [makes sign of cross with fingers] gotta stay away from that. I'll just keep to dancing in the living room with my kids.

JDM: Plus, have you ever seen us dance? [shakes head] Not a good look.

Audience: Show us!

JDM: [scoffs] Show us. There's a reason you haven't seen us dancing. And it isn't gonna start today.

Jensen: So I was playing a song the other day, I might have told this story. I can't remember what the song is, but JJ's doing this dance to it, and I look over and Arrow is also dancing, if you call it that? But it was just this [demonstrates an approximation of twerking].

JDM: George knows the twerk -

Jensen: She's SIX! I'm like, 'What are you doing?!' And she didn't stop.

JDM: Gus showed George the twerk, and so that's all George does. Yeah, as a dad, I'm like no no no no no. Keep your butt to yourself.

Jensen: Yeah, exactly. Lock it up, kid. Oh my God.

JDM: Little girls, man. Twerking five year olds. We're so fucked.

Jensen: Hell yeah, dude. That's why we're working, we have to afford the therapy for ourselves.

#njcon 2023 #gold panel

[joviepog]

Captain of this ship

Warnings: Cursing

Request: @jubiilee13 @danny-yagami @gaytoadwithapopcicle @z0vamp

Pronouns: They/she?

Tommyinnit x reader

Tubbo x reader

Songs:

Teir Abhaile Riu - Celtic Woman Dulaman - MALINDA

You had been captain of the Altiar ship since, well,forever! Your farther used to be the Captin but after he passed, you were in charge. Your job was to kill all the sea monsters before they got the chance to eat people.

As your ship came to shore you felt the wind hit your face. Today was the day tases lovely people got the chance to be recruited to be on your ship!

Tommy <3

"Everyone! Hello!"

Everyone turned to stare at you and your ship. This was the moment he saw you. He was carrying some fish to his fathers shop when he heard your announcement. He was a big fan of your work but he had never expected to see you here!

"Yes hello! It's nice to see you all! Yes um, we have a problem. Someone in my crew kind of umm.. I fired them! Yeah.."

There was a pause

"So, I've decided to allow one of you join my crew! I will be doing interviews so just know on my ship if you want to join!"

The crowd cheered and they all started to run around

"AND REMEMBER ONLY ONE PERSON CAN JOIN!"

You sighed looking around. Turning your attention to one boy in particular. Tommy. You had liked Tommy since you were just a little child. But, you had to leave with your father because of the ship. So you never got the chance to tell him. But now that your are older, and back at your home town, you could tell him.

Then, he left, just walked away!

"Next!" you said writing some things down.

"Hey uh.. YN?"

"Fuck! Yeah hi-"

It was him! he had came!

Of course he had. You were his role model! Though, when he asked his dad to go he said

"Mate, you're 18! You can't be out killing sea monsters!"

As he stood in front of you he started to feel his heart start to beat faster at how excited he was.

"Tommy hi!"

"You know my name?"

"Pft yeah! You were in my class!"

...

"Anyway what are you doing here?! Are you trying to join my crew?!"

"No I'm here to take this ship and make it my own!"

"Your joking right?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to join.."

"Good, 'cause I'm the captain of this ship."

"So, what are you good at?"

...

"What?"

"Like, what are your strengths? What can you do to help my crew and make my ship better?"

"Well, I'm good at cleaning, and I can use my fists pretty well. But yeah, that's it."

...

"OH YEAH! AND I CAN USE A SPEAR REALLY WELL!"

"Cool! I'll uh, let you know if you can join!"

"Hey does Tommy work here?"

"Yeah uh? Who are you?"

"An old friend and the captain of Altiar"

"Holy cow! Um ok, I'm Wilbur his older brother!"

He said holding out his hand for you to shake

"Lovely.."

"TOMMYYYYY"

"YEAHHHH??"

"GET DOWN HERE THERE IS A GIRL WAITING FOR YOU!"

"COMING"

"Thank you Wilbur."

"MHM"

"Hey Tommy."

"Hey!"

"Welcome to the crew!"

extra: Years later you and Tommy are best friends and you still haven't told him.

"Hey Tommy!"

"Yeah?"

"I love you!"

"Love you too YN"

Tubbo <3

"Hello Everyone!" You said shouting to the crowd.

"Anyone who wants to can officially join my crew! But only one person! I'll be doing interviews!"

Everybody started to cheer for you and you jumped down from you ship. People started to crowd you, asking to join. Some people started grabbing you, others pushing you from side to side. It felt as if you couldn't breath. So, you started to run. You ran all the way to a store.

"Hello! What can I help you with today?"

"Toby?"

"YN?!"

You to ran towards each other and hugged. It had been years since you've seen Toby! His farther used to be part of your fathers crew until he,well,died.

"I haven't seen you in so long!"

"Ik! It's been a while since I've seen you! How's the ship?"

"It's good."

...

"Wanna be part of my crew?!"

"Holy shit! Really?!"

"Pft, yeah! What are your strengths?!"

"Ooo! I'm really good at fighting! And I'm a good swimmer! And, im good with bombs!"

"Oh hell yea! Your in!"

"Really?! Just like that?!"

" Of course mate! Come on! I heard some reports that Big Ran is out there!"

"Hey boss! I QUIT!"

Extra:

3 years later and you had deeply fallen in love with Toby. The way he spoke, the way he helped around when the crew was hurt, or even the way he looked when his hair was wet! It was lovely.

So, you got up the courage to tell him.

"Hey Toby!" You said, fighting the sound of the waves

"Yeah YN?!"

"I love you!"

"Really?!"

"MHM!"

"I love you too Yn."

Sorry That Tommy's was bad I had low inspo, then I got inspo on tubes but yeah sorry again! Hope you enjoyed! and thanks for the original idea / request @z0vamp!

#tommyinit fanart #dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt fic #tubbo x reader #tubbo x y/n #boat #captain YN

[katsukikitten]

🌹 💕

Here have this, I tried to make it short but I'm realizing it took this much to set up the unsettling feeling but uh yea dunno I'll ever write this and I wanna give the spoiler so badly.

"What was that?" Denki grabs onto your shirt with a small eep when the sound comes again.

"Bird landing." Bakugou provides the answer, he doesn't get how the ambient sound of nature could unsettle anyone. Then again no one was indoors as much as Denki Kaminari was.

"Denks, are you scared?" Furrowing your brows and your question makes him cling closer.

"Yea, are ya?" Sero teases and laughs when he sees a shudder go down his best friend's spine.

"Ooo he is scared." Mina joins in on the fun.

"Look, this place gives me the creeps, energy is off or something." Denki's eyes dart around, making Bakugou think of all the animals that get caught up in the underbrush. Ever looking for hungry eyes.

"Wouldn't if ya came out here more." Bakugou tuts, rolling his eyes before he presses your water bottle onto your shoulder, silently urging you to hydrate.

"Nah listen," Denki threads his arm through your free one, not caring if it encumbers you just a bit, "So many people go missing in the woods man."

"No more than 1600 a year!" Izuku chirps from the front, "More than that are found or find their way back. Besides, Kaachan always does the hike with Gunner a few times before he brings anyone out. Gunner has a great sense of direction."

"He's a fuckin dog, Izuku, he's supposed to." Bakugou snaps.

"We're in the Appalachian mountains, right Bakugou?" Sero asks and Bakugou gives a curt nod, "I've heard some stories about these woods."

"Stories?" Denki and Mina in two very different tones.

"Oi, save it for the campfire, you two."

"Bakugou please I wanna hear 'em!" Mina pouts, "Sero ignore him tell the story."

"There's things in these woods. Some that should never be named and some that stalk unsuspecting hikers. Witches, ghouls and big bad things called Smoke Wolves."

"Shut the fuck up." Bakugou rolls his eyes but Sero goes on.

"Huge beasts in the shape of wolves, they say their eyes are 'as red the sun' and by the time you see them it's too late! And then it…" Sero claps his hands together loudly, the sound echoes around the thick trees, "GETS YOU!"

Denki yelps, clinging to you so tightly he's practically tripping you like a cat under foot.

"Dunce face, you're really going to believe him?" Bakugou rolls his eyes, Mina giggles with Sero.

"C-come on guys that can't be true, right? Bakugou?" Ochacho who was in the back slips between Sero and Mina to fall into step with Katsuki, "There aren't any big wolves like that right?"

"I mean, we are in the fuckin woods. There is bound to be shit like wolves and bears."

"Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!" Kirishima makes a song of it and everyone laughs but Denki. He just squeezes your bicep tighter and ruby eyes bore into the contact.

"Besides Denki, there haven't been any wolf attacks on humans in a national park for quite some time. We just need to make sure we pack up our food correctly to avoid any unwanted visitors. Right Kaachan?"

"Yea yea, you're getting an A in camping." Garnet eyes fall from Izuku to your arm, watching Denki's blunt nails dig into your pretty skin. Bakugou is about to tell him to let up when you pat Denki's hand.

"Why don't we share my earbuds, we can listen to some music and that will keep your mind off of their wives tales."

"Is it a wives tale if the local at the gas station tells you there's something wrong with these woods?"

"Sero!" You chide, "You sure've got the devil in you today."

He gives you a smile, one that makes a goose flesh break out over your skin as it makes you queasy. An uneasy, unsettling thing that makes you swallow thickly. Bakugou sees your look before he glares over his own shoulder to silently tell Sero to cut the shit. Sero rolls his eyes but keeps his mouth shut. At least for now.

Another hour of walking, this time in comfortable silence for most of the group, Denki's favorite songs playing in your ear from the playlist you downloaded to your phone. You already knew ahead of time that there wouldn't be a single bar of signal this far out making your phone a glorified iPod at this point. Still it brought some comfort to Denki as he at least stopped holding you with a white knuckled grip. Something catching his ear and making him crane his head before he'd get lost in the song again.

Bakugou looks towards the sky, his internal clock starting to tick as he measures the sun.

"Izuku, fucks with the snail pace we shoulda been at the site half an hour ago." He shouts to the front after he's done the math in his head. They'd been walking for long enough, even with the pace of newbies in tow.

"Wh-what?" Izuku stammers, looking over the map, next to Bakugou, Deku was the best at reading them and he knew he didn't have it upside down, "I- I have an hour or so left til we're there."

"We're lost?!" Denki concludes quickly, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, shoving past Denki to head to the front but not without first glancing at you.

"Oi, fuck is this?" Bakugou growls, grabbing at the paper, "I didn't give you this fuckin map."

"Wh-what Kaachan, this is the one I've been reading all day."

"Yea, and it's the map from our last fuckin hike, a whole mountain rage away." He growls, patting his pockets for his spare copy, he freezes for a second when he comes up short.

"But-but that range is much bigger and takes more of a winding route to avoid the river, that would put us off by tens of miles." Izuku murmurs as he tries to see if he can't figure out where he fucked up.

"What the fuck Deku, you should have noticed that the fucking trail names were different, that the landmarks had different god damn names." He hisses it quietly but anyone with eyes can see how angry Bakugou looked. Brows pointing down, teeth bared, voice scary even when he normally shouts.

Bakugou knew he should have trusted his gut and taken everyone back into that god damn van earlier this morning.

"We're lost. We're dead and we're lost." Denki is beginning to spiral even as you console him, "The smoke wolf is going to get us or the witch. Oh my God will this be OUR Blair witch project?! Will we just turn into an internet meme?!"

"C-come on man, chill. We aren't lost right Bakugou?" Sero asks, but he doesn't get an answer. Just Bakugou looking to the side before the ash blonde removes his bookbag and roughly shoves it into Izuku's chest. Instinctually his strong arms wrap around the heavy bag to support it as Bakugou roots through the dark canvas bag for something.

"M sorry Kaachan. 'm sorry. I-I should have been paying better attention, usually the walk and clean air helps with my thoughts but it's been almost a year now since Shouto-kun and I broke up." Izuku mumbles so quietly Bakugou can barely make out what he's saying. Tears forming in his eyes and garnets meet emeralds, a tick in the ash blonde's jaw as the jade haired man tries to apologize again.

"It happens, Izuku." Bakugou says low enough, holding his gaze and giving his friends scarred arm a squeeze before he zips up his bag after he's found the emergency GPS.

It turns on, the screen flickering to life and the group of college students sigh collectively, before it beeps and a robotic voice cheerfully says "Battery low".

"No fucking way." Katsuki growls, hitting his hand on the side of the device before he grabs for Kirishima. Pulling the man twice his size to him with ease, turning him to face the woods. He digs around and pulls out the extra battery, makes quick work of tossing the dead one into Kirishima's bag and slides the fully charged battery into the gps.

It flickers to life again, giving Bakugou a clear pinpoint of where they are, before he can zoom out the cheery robotic voice comes back Battery low.

Katsuki is sure he's about to bust a blood vessel, how the fuck could this have happened?

And then he remembers Denki asking where an outlet was last night before bed.

"Kaminari?" It's barely contained rage, "Last night, when you went to charge your phone in the kitchen at my house. What did you unplug?"

"Some bulky black plug- oh my God don't tell me!" He whines, putting his face in his hands. Dread so heavy in his stomach he could puke. He must have unplugged the charger to the damn thing.

"It's not that bad right? We can just walk back in the direction we came." Sero puts on a brave face, especially as he sees Ochacho and Mina wiping at their eyes. Now Sero wishes he never asked the local for any legends or folktales while he fished in his wallet to pay for his monster energy drink. Wish he never heard the man say,

"Gotta be careful in dem woods, it's real close to all Hallow's Eve. Mountains talk round den, deir eyes open an' it makes folks act funny."

#kitten chats 🖤🐈‍⬛ #kitten wips 🖤🐈‍⬛

[stellarsalad]

This thing on?

Hello! Uh... this is a test post.

I'd like to say that I'm not a robot. And while I can't prove this, here's some statements I don't think a robot could come up with:

While Steely Dan may not have a best album, they have likely never made a bad album. Can't Buy A Thrill did nothing for me when I listened to it all, though. (However, Reelin' In The Years is great, and Do It Again is a thoroughly impeccable song. It's a song I knew for years, but it's the one that finally got me into the band.)

Countdown To Ecstasy is very, very good, and while I wouldn't call it a no-skip, no songs on it are ones I dislike. My Old School is awesome and the Dan's most accessible song, and unless you're like me (your parents played them a lot as a kid so they grew on you hereditarily) it's the song I would share with you as an introduction to them. (Unless you're my composer friend, in which case I would play you the title track of Aja first.) Other highlights I love are Bodhisattva and Show Biz Kids. (I don't know if Rent would exist if Jonathan Larson had listened to Show Biz Kids.)

I have barely listened to Pretzel Logic at all. I've never really liked Rikki Don't Lose That Number, but Any Major Dude Will Tell You is pretty great and maybe their sweetest song. Which is very valuable from a band that by and large revels in cynicism and seediness.

I also have barely listened to Katy Lied, probably because Everyone's Gone To The Movies is scaring me away from it. But Black Friday slaps, and I discovered Doctor Wu a couple days ago and liked it immediately.

The Royal Scam is pretty guitar-heavy. Kid Charlemagne and the title track feel like siblings musically and both are excellent. The Caves Of Altamira and Don't Take Me Alive are both great too - but I think my favorite from it is Everything You Did. It's a surprisingly strong earworm, and "turn up the Eagles, the neighbors are listening" is just too funny for me. (I also have Eagles thoughts! Hotel California sucks but otherwise they are a good band.)

Aja... yeah, this kind of is their masterpiece, I gotta admit. I still haven't gotten into I Got The News and I still don't like Josie much, but the rest of the album is so, so great. I got into the title track most recently, and the instrumentation of it just feels so epic. But Deacon Blues... is the song that, when I first heard it, turned me from a Do It Again enjoyer into someone who wanted to listen to more Steely Dan. And yet, Home At Last is probably my favorite song from Aja. Aja is an album that still has some of the Dan's cynicism, but Aja and Home At Last are both very earnest songs that make me feel things.

But Gaucho... aw yeah. Gaucho is just as good as Aja if not better. I don't understand how such a chill album can absolutely go so hard. Yacht rock is a term I enjoy using derisively (like 'butt rock', but not like nu metal, a genre I do have legit admiration for)

Babylon Sisters: my dad loves this song. I hated it until I was twenty. And then once I got into the title track I finally had to admit that Babylon Sisters was good. Because I finally appreciated it. Especially the coda.

I am getting closer and closer to giving Hey Nineteen another chance, but right now it just feels TOO seedy and sleazy for me. Yes, I understand that the Dan's stories are almost never aspirational narratives. Still, tho. I need a little bit longer to get used to it.

Glamour Profession: speaking of narratives that are not aspirational, I heard the joke once of "the moral of Gaucho is that drugs and adultery are awesome" and Glamour Profession is very high on the drugs axis. To quote Layer Cake, "I'm not a gangster. I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine." Anyway this song rules. Hoops McCann is an awesome name.

Gaucho: This is definitely the last straw that got me into Steely Dan for good. This song is so good it convinced my dad Donald Fagen was gay. The lyrics are awesome. All I know about the gaucho in this song is that he's sexy as hell, so why wouldn't your husband want to cheat on you with him? Would you like to do the same? Also, have a thoroughly beautiful instrumental bridge that shows you the beautiful world and brings you crashing back down to reality.

Time Out Of Mind: how is a song both relaxing and exciting. this whole album is yacht rock done to perfection. no other album-length example of the genre will ever be this good, sorry Christopher Cross. oh yeah, the lyrics are about drugs again lol. ft. Mark Knopfler!... for like 40 seconds? eh well, glad to have him here

My Rival: This song is confusing to me lyrically about what it's about but it's still great. I think this is the other song on Gaucho that could have convinced my dad that Donald Fagen (or Walter Becker) was gay

Third World Man: haven't listened much, too mellow for me so far.

The Second Arrangement: yeah, that's right. This song slaps and would have fit flawlessly on Gaucho as another track on the adultery axis. gosh, if Gaucho was a double album... if only, if only.

I have barely heard Two Against Nature (I'd have chosen Midnite Vultures to win AOTY instead and The Marshall Mathers LP should probably have won out of the nominees for cultural impact, and Cousin Dupree is a bit much for me to listen to it yet) or Everything Must Go (Godwhacker is pretty good tho).

anyway, Steely Dan is a great band. Thank you for reading! This was fun to write, maybe I'll do this more.

#steely dan #gaucho #layer cake

[kwaggysshardmindemporium]

So apparently I haven't done any albumposting since the Missy Elliott one so big block incoming strap the fuck in we goin' faaaaast.

Rattlesnakes by Lloyd Cole and the Commotions. This album was pretty forgettable overall. "Are You Ready to be Heartbroken?" was nice enough. Also it makes the twee song "Lloyd, I'm Ready to be Heartbroken" make just so god damn much more sense now. 3/5

Roger the Engineer by The Yardbirds. So forgettable I did, in fact, forget every last note I heard. Does this album actually exist? You tell me! My brain certainly can't confirm! 3/5

To Pimp a Butterfly by Kendrick Lamar. Liked it well enough, didn't love it. Favorite track was "The Blacker the Berry." 4/5

Mama Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J. The title track is the best thing on here and is the only track I remember at all, and that doesn't inspire much because the title track is just pretty good. 3/5

Surfer Rosa by The Pixies. Okay so if there's one thing that listening to all these albums has taught me, one core thing you can take with you and remember, it's that The Pixies kick fucking ass seriously this is the worst album of theirs I've listened to and it's still better than a majority of what else I've heard. 4/5, listen to Bossa Nova first, then Dolittle, THEN this one is the order I'd give for what I've heard.

Chelsea Girl by Nico. This woman's voice is absolutely beautiful, but she just isn't working with good lyrics to sing. 3/5

Honky Tonk Masquerade by Joe Ely. This is one of those albums that if it had found me at a different time in my life I would have loved it forever. As is, eh it's fine I guess. 3/5, best track is "Boxcars."

Autobahn by Kraftwerk. This is the best Kraftwerk album I've heard, which means purely that I didn't despise it I understand that these guys were talented, important and influential but I just flatly hate most of what they made even as I respect that they were game changers who laid the groundwork for basically all music that came after. It was some nice enough background music for my day. 3/5, but like you legit should listen because knowing where the things you like came from is good.

Next by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. The name of the album is "Next" I'm not just saying this band is next up. So uh this album fucks. Literally this album is horny. I loved it. "Gang Bang" is a song I didn't know I needed in my life but is now precious to me. It has kind of the vibe of AC/DC's "Big Balls" if it dropped the tee-hee talking entirely in euphemism tone and instead was just directly about exactly what you think it's about. And I know this album came out not far from the free love hippy era, but it's still kinda crazy to hear something so sex positive and unashamed from before I was born. 5/5

Gentlemen by The Afghan Wigs. This album is boring. I have literally nothing to say about it. 3/5, moving on.

Millions Now Living Will Never Die by Tortoise. Now, this is why we don't judge books by their covers. I saw the super artsy pretentious sounding name. I saw the album saying it was 6 songs and 43 minutes meaning the songs are too god damn long. I saw the first song alone is 20+ minutes. I was super ready to write this off as something music critics like, but no this was fun as hell to listen. The blurb the artist has on Spotify says this is indie rock and for that they are dirty liars. This absolutely isn't rock. It is, however, and absolute fucking *journey.* You should absolutely listen to this. 4/5

Let's Get Killed by David Holmes. It sucks. I will say Dave, we should do that, because then I wouldn't have to listen to more of this. 2/5

Scream, Dracula, Scream by Rocket From the Crypt. This was a lot of fun. It's like somewhere between grunge and heavy metal. And as someone who likes both of those things, I enjoyed this. Two great tastes that taste great together. 4/5

And finally, album #700! Woooooooo. MTV Unplugged in New York by Nirvana. This is one of the big ones. It is just barely not in the top 10 on the website I generate these from. (#11.) There are less than 1% of all 1001 albums that people on average like better, including multiple Beatles, Bowie and Floyd albums. It truly sits among the elite. Is it actually that good...? Yeah no shit it's that good have you heard it? It's great. Nirvana is one of the all time greatest bands, and this album has some of the all time greatest versions of their songs plus some amazing covers. If you haven't heard anything from this album before, first let me welcome you oh successful time traveller from the past even my ass has heard a bunch of these already, and then go listen to it it's fucking great. Obviously 5/5

#rattlesnakes #lloyd cole and the commotions #music #album of the day #roger the engineer #the yardbirds #to pimp a butterfly #kendrick lamar #mama said knock you out #ll cool j #surfer rosa #the pixies #chelsea girl #nico #honky tonk masquerade #joe ely #autobahn #kraftwerk #next #the sensational alex harvey band #gentlemen #the afghan whigs #millions now living will never die #tortoise #lets get killed #david holmes #scream dracula scream #rocket from the crypt #mtv unplugged in new york #nirvana

[plotsandplansarchive]

Decades

Ep: 🎛 song: The Promise - When in Rome

theme: 80's punk rock NYC

(Some kind of wonderful, maeve wiley vibes, san junipero, stealing back fridge from ex adventure, cheesy 80's romcom-ish) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A straight edge NYU scholar who gets dumped by his girlfriend decides to have the ultimate college experience 48 hours before his graduation. He goes to a club and meets a group of punk rock enthusiasts and ends up hooking up with one of them. The next day he wakes up in her apartment and meets her roommate, whom he was acquainted the night before. She offers to drop him off at his dorm but he asks her to help him in his mission of having the 'ultimate college experience' which ends with going to his ex's dorm and retrieving his 8track player. They go around the city and check off his bucketlist one by one. After getting his 8track player back, they then part ways and she tells him how good people like him never stay in her life that long. After his graduation ceremony, he goes straight to the record store she works at and shows her that he has no intention of forgetting her. (The Promise plays as end montage: At B's graduation, while someone makes a speech, he looks down at his hand where G drew on a temporary tattoo with a marker. He smiles. Cut to G opening the record store for the day. She turns her back and arranges the vinyls when someone plays a familiar track, she looks up and sees B in his toga and smiles)

Moral/Heart of the story: G sees that B has potential and tries to stop him from making regrettable decisions even just for a weekend because she used to be a scholar like him when an ex boyfriend got her into different vices that caused her to lose the scholarship. She lets him experience some kind of fun but ultimately reminds him of his brighter future ahead.

B: You're the girl from last night G: Hate to break it to you, but I'm not that girl. That would be my roommate. B: No, no. You're the girl who wouldn't let me do coke. G: Yeah, because A) That shit's expensive and B) You seemed a little out of place to be doing a coke line with us punks. B: Yeah, well. You see, I have this wild notion, well plan actually, to do the things I should have done during college but never had the chance to. Before I graduate next week. G: And that is to do drugs with strangers? B: Yeah. But I wasn't able to do that because someone had to be a killjoy. G: Oh so you're calling me a killjoy? B: Yeah. G: Ok whatever. I thought I was being the good guy here, preventing someone from get into things that are hard to get out of. B: Listen, I'm not here to be a junkie. I just want the experience of it. A whiff, a puff, a smoke then poof. I'll go back to my old routine and I'd still have a story to tell. G: Yeah well, be careful what you wish for. Shit's addicting in case you haven't heard. B: Yeah well I think I have a strong sense of will power. This is all just for experience. G: Listen, I have some errands to do. You want me to drop you off somewhere?

B: Uh yeah um NYU dorm?

B: Ok, can I ask you a favor? Will you help me tick off this list? G: Man, you've got some priorities. Get 8track player back? You do know we have cassettes now, right? B: It was a vintage hand me down from my uncle, and I made the mistake of sharing it with my ex. Ive decided that I kinda want it back. G: Get a tattoo?

B: Yeah, I think well you know. It could give me some edge.

(At Tattoo shop) B: Oh okay, um h-how about uh.. this one? TA: And where would you want it? B: Um.. how about on my shoulder. No wait- how about make it in the leg? Umm, which uh hurts less? G: Look, I'm not one to be a killjoy- B: Again G:..again. But you know you don't have to prove anything to your ex that you're as good as the douche she cheated you with. B: I know. I'm going to show her I'm better. G: i don't think Getting a tattoo out of spite and possibly jealousy is the best decision as of now. B: I don't think so either but that makes it the ultimate college experience so um let's get right into it.. G: You're sweating. Buckets. You're not even 100% sure about this. It may seem like the cool college experience but having a good story to tell is not exactly worth something this permanent and entirely regrettable. B: Uhh I umm G: Listen, Gary we'll just come back another time. When Mr. Spontaneous here gets his head cleared up and realize he was just using a stage name all along.

G: Here, give me your hand (draws on permanent marker on his hand) If you really want one so bad, here's a placeholder till you finally decide on getting an actual one. When you're thinking straight.

G: Nothing good in my life stays. When they come around, I have to remember they're not a permanent fixture. They're better off not with me.