but she bought me ice cream

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They’re really not that crazy I don’t think but fine- but as I had detention at least once a week for 3 years you’re only getting the highlights here:

  • So again, I only ever got detentions because I was late to school basically every day. Every single day, the office wrote me a late slip with my name spelled horrendously wrong. Different spelling every day. The most famous butchering was writing my name as “Millie Hoagie”. On my very last day of high school, I was predictably late, and they spelled my name perfectly correctly.
  • So listen my ‘reputation’ in school was basically “quiet good girl who’s never done anything wrong, ever, in her life” and “teacher’s pet” and the like. And despite the fact I was there every time all the ‘Bad Kids™’ who were also always in detention were always incredibly surprised to see me??? Like they never got over it. Every time I walked into the damn room at least half the class would be like “MOLLY YOU DON’T BELONG HERE YOU’RE INNOCENT!!” 😂
  • Also despite the fact I was basically invisible in the school as a whole all the trouble makers knew me by name because, and I quote a kid from my 10th grade Spanish class who was trying to hook up with me at the time here, “Guys like me are afraid of you, Girl, we’re just plain out scared that we gonna corrupt you!” and I still don’t know what he actually meant by that???
  • Bu anyway, this apparent rep usually gave me an upper hand with the teachers monitoring the detentions. Because, you know, some were fine, some were bitchy, some were insane. But all of them were pissed about the fact they had to be there instead of heading home.
  • The rules of detention were literally just ‘stare at the wall and don’t talk’, depending on which teacher they might let the students do homework. But since I was apparently a great person and always had the class’ incredulous response to me being in the room, they usually let me get away with sleeping or reading a book lol.
  • Of course…no one said any of the other kids were inclined to following the rules lmao. These were like, all the class clowns™ shoved into one room. Things always got real funny real fast.
  • It would always start off with the coughing game. If you’ve ever stepped into a school you should know what that is.
  • It would then escalate to everyone in the room playing catch whenever the teacher looked away for a brief moment
  • Detention was always in the health classroom so someone always tried to steal a limb off the skeleton without being to obvious
  • Some teachers would let people talk ‘quietly’ so jokes were fucking abound
  • One time I was minding my own damn business and a kid slides me a note saying ‘in like five minutes ask to go to the bathroom but head downstairs to the English wing’ before he snuck out without the teacher noticing. I get down there and he’s at one end of the hallway and another boy is at the other end. Upon seeing me, these boys run full speed down the hall at each other, leap up in the air when they get to the direct center, high five with full force, both scream in pain, and then hit the floor, clutching their hands. I was cracking the fuck up and trying to convince them to go to the nurse but they wouldn’t listen. I asked the guy why the hell they did that. He told me ‘because we wanted a witness and no one will ever believe you’ 😂😂
  • One time my sorta-neighbor Mike comes in and the teacher asked why he had detention and apparently, the principal had asked him where to find his friend Jose, and Mike responded “he’s out picking cotton” and the principal flipped out at what he perceived to be a racist joke and gave him a month detention. But the thing was, Jose was in an agriculture class and he was literally outside picking cotton that they had planted there earlier. Jose found it fucking hilarious and refused to tell the principal to get his friend out of trouble.
  • As I haven’t been inside a school building for quite some time now I don’t know if turtling is still a thing but it was…quite an epidemic for my senior class.
  • It’s when you turn someone’s backpack inside out right? But it was a full blown war with these kids. Trust no one. Never leave the room. Never look away. Holy shit. One of the best moments of this occurred in detention, when a boy reached to get a book out of his backpack to find it was gone. After 15 minutes of searching the room, he found it, turtled, hidden in a filing cabinet in the front of the room. Everyone, including the teacher, was loosing their shit, because how did someone pull that off so quietly and invisibly without someone noticing??? No one fessed up. The class was in fear of the turtle ninja for the rest of the month, but they never struck again. No one ever discovered who it was.
  • Guys: It was me.
  • One time it was raining and the teacher was in a bad mood so he insisted all the windows stay open. He left for a bathroom break or something and this one poor kid, who was now completely soaked as he was stuck with a window seat, just said “fucking bye” and just…climbed out the damn window. Left his backpack and everything. Didn’t see him again for at least a month.
  • There was one guy who always sold ice cream out of his bag when the teachers weren’t looking. Where he was getting it from and how it stayed frozen is beyond me.
  • Oh my God sometimes all the indie singer kids would just come and sit on the floor outside the classroom and talk loudly to annoy us??? The hell were they trying to accomplish??? Your singing ain’t special and you won’t be famous, please let us die in peace.
  • One kid had detention because when we were running laps in gym class he jumped up to hit the arch of the ceiling and accidentally set off the fire alarm. The teacher that day insisted on continuously referring to him as ‘the delinquent’, as if no one else in the room had broken the rules or something
  • One time one of the gym teachers was in charge of it and long story short he started doing the jersey turnpike. True horror.
  • One time the teacher got a call and she had to go down to the office and the second she was gone this one kid’s friend runs in with a huge tray going “Y’ALL I STOLE THE LASAGNE CUPCAKES FROM THE FOOD AND NUTRITION CLASSROOM” and we dined like kings.
  • Everyone would sometimes just break out in song for no God damn reason
  • One time one of the guys in charge of the detention was A) Not someone anyone recognized as a teacher and B) Potentially Stanley Tucci. Like…I was about 80% certain that this guy was Stanley Tucci.
  • He refused to confirm or deny or even give a name
  • One time I was really absorbed in my book when all the sudden a letter flew onto my desk, an anonymous sender that just said “You have a soft, sexy voice.” Neither of which is true, I’m pretty sure, and I could not for the life of me figure out who sent it omfg
  • One time a teacher was freaking out because he went to a psychic over the weekend and was told there was a lot of activity around him so I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’m a medium and I can see that the devil had marked his soul and he threw me out of the room and refused to take that class for detention ever again😂
  • It was a hot summers day. The ceiling fans were on their highest setting. A boy nudges me, with a small carton of ice cream in his hands under his desk. “What do you think would happen if I scooped out a huge chunk of this and threw it at the fan?” he whispered. “Jamil, no.” I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Soon, the room was filled with confused screams.
  • Apparently all the other regulars™ had bought me candy grams around Christmas time so they were confused when I showed up to detention with no candy and apparently the student council member sent them all to the other Molly in the grade because she was the popular one and this lead to about 12 boys grumbling for two and a half hours like “The one damn time I attempt to be a gentleman” and “I know where she lives” and “Gonna gingerbread her fucking locker” I could not stop laughing
  • Oh God okay one time the teacher we had was literally. Off the charts.
  • Like there’s the chill teachers, and then the bitchy teachers. And then this lady. She literally reminded me of Stubel
  • So I didn’t even know who she was but I walk in and do my shy smile/quiet ‘hello’ thing and take out my book so she immediately zeros in on me as ‘the good kid’ as usual
  • But she literally seemed to think every other person in this class was a hardened criminal holy shit. She was all over the place barking orders and yelling. And of course, you’ve got a room full of class clowns, like they feed off teachers like this. So the madder she got the more ridiculous they got. I was literally almost in tears trying to force myself not to laugh because I didn’t want to risk her turning on me omfg
  • So she yelled and flailed about the room and they kept going with jokes and paper wasps and lying about their names and just doing literally every thing they could possibly do so this woman wouldn’t have the chance to rest
  • This escalated with every minute and came to a resounding end when the teacher decided the Australian Kid™ was chewing gum and picked up the trashcan and shoved his face in it, screaming at him to spit it out as he yelled back “YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE IM AN IMMIGRANT
  • he was in charge of all the bullshit that day and it was hysterical but he wasn’t the one chewing gum loudly that was me
  • The vp came in to see what all the yelling was about to find a teacher shoving a boy’s head in the trash, one boy shirtless as another drew tattoos on him, the phone off the line with it’s cord wrapped around a kid’s neck, two boys dueling with skeleton arms, one kid with her leg out the window, a kid tying a skeleton foot to the ceiling fan, rubber bands and paper wasps flying from every angle, three people turtling backpacks, someone brandishing an epi-pen, sexual hangman being played on the chalkboard, someone eating ice cream and fanning himself with money, and me, crying into my book with my hand literally bleeding from all my efforts to not laugh at what I was witnessing
  • We never saw her in detention again😂
  • My one younger friend got a detention for being late and was really shaken up about it and I tried to tell her she’d be fine but then she got caught sliding me chocolate animal crackers during it, and subsequently got another detention because of this; somehow I was not viewed as an equally guilty party and didn’t get in trouble
  • This one guy came in complaining “You guys all told me to get a twitter and I get thrown in twitter jail my first day!” “That’s like a thousand tweets in one day, how the fuck did you mange that?” “Bitch I had a lot to say about McDonalds!”
  • One teacher came in and was like “I don’t feel like helping with homework but does anyone wanna learn how to hack a computer?”
  • Someone got caught pouring water out the window but when the teacher looked to see why she saw the youngest of the goats™ standing under the window with it’s mouth open waiting for more
  • One time the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and after I asked for like the 5th time he said “It can’t be that important!” so I just pulled a pad out of my backpack and silently sat it on my desk while glaring at him and this 40 year old man looked like he was about to pass out and he finally let me go
  • I remember our final detention of senior year we were told that if we skip it we can’t graduate so everyone went into that room with a ridiculously nostalgic attitude and one guy finally stole the skull off the skeleton and we fucking tossed it around the entire time while singing and blatantly ignoring the teacher’s complaining lmao
  • I know there’s more but it’s 7am and this is long so all in all like…I do not miss high school but some memories are bearable lmao
An Overrated Cliché

Summary: That Spider-Man kiss video was definitely cliché and cheesy, which is exactly the reason that Spidey and Y/N have to do it.

Word Count: 2235

Warnings: Heights and Swearing.

A/N: casually drops this after almost a year without writing like okay!! okay!! please enjoy this (it has good format!!) :0 and thank you to @buckys-fossil for actually tolerating me and proofreading this, i love you!!! also this is a gender neutral fic!!!! if you followed me when i was strictly an aesthetic blog well then, hello i write fics too

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

Summer weather was the worst.

Summer holiday wasn’t that much better, what with having cabin fever and all. It had been a week since you had left the comfort of your apartment and three hours since you flopped onto the couch and lay there. All of your friends had been busy, Michelle doing her protesting, Liz with college preparation. It left you with nothing much to do other than lounge around your home.

The fan placed on the coffee table was set on revolve and hit your body with cool breezes. Laying on your side and absentmindedly watching season three of Phineas and Ferb, you felt jealous that those children were creative enough to make the most of your summer. It was a big contrast to you, as you hadn’t done anything the entire few weeks of summer there had been.

A thought suddenly came to mind and you decided to act on it. Shutting off the TV and fan, you put on actual clothes and took care of your hygiene before fixing your hair and pulling on your sneakers. Making sure to had some money and the house key, you texted your mom.

to: mom
hey i’m leaving the apartment for the first time in days are you proud of me

It didn’t take her long to reply.

from: mom
Fine with me, I was about to kick you out and make you do something.

You laughed at her text before tucking your phone away and leaving the apartment and locking the door.

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Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker, Part 2

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of heartbreak and not talking to Peter for 2 weeks causes the reader to not want to go to homecoming, but MJ forces her to go and the events that happen there may turn the worst 2 weeks to the best 2 weeks of her life.

Warnings: Minor swearing, angst, make out

Word count: 2,589… I got a little carried away whoops


It’s been two weeks since the incident on the rooftop. I haven’t talked to Peter since then. At this point, I could barely look at him without bursting into tears. The truth is beside Peter I didn’t have any friends besides Michelle. I didn’t exactly tell her what happened, but I’m pretty sure she figured out it had to do with Peter. Ignoring Peter wasn’t incredibly hard since we lived in the same apartment. Just because I didn’t want to talk didn’t mean he didn’t. For the first week, he followed me around trying to talk to me. Of course, I had headphones and turned them up as loud as my ears could handle so I couldn’t hear his voice. At least he took the hint and stopped trying to start a conversation. Now he just stares at me. All of the time. I swear he keeps playing this game. Doesn’t he get he already won? The more he looks at me the more my heart breaks. At this point I’m numb. Why the hell did I fall in love with him? I’m such a fool.

“Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Peter or are you just going to sit staring out the window looking like you’re about to cry everyday” I heard Michelle say nonchalantly.

“It’s a long story MJ” I replied

“Good thing this homework we are working on isn’t due tomorrow,” She said putting the books aside.

“I don’t really want t-”

“You can’t keep this to yourself any more Y/N I’m seriously getting worried, I’m not a doctor, but I know hiding something that made you this upset for too long isn’t smart,” she said interrupting me

“He broke my heart” I whispered, tears beginning to fill my eyes as my mind replayed the events of the worst night of my life.

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/N, if he doesn’t see how amazing you are he’s blind, and a fucking idiot to be honest, Do you want me to beat him up for you because I’m totally willing to do that because I hate assholes”

“Oh my god, thank you MJ” I laughed, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve laughed in the past 2 weeks. MJ may be very shy and unsocial, but once you get to know her she’s amazing. To be completely honest her attitude, in general, is enough to cheer me up. She’s so different and honestly an inspiration. I’m so grateful for her because without her I know this whole Peter thing would be much worse.

“I’ll beat him up in front of the whole school during homecoming” MJ giggled clenching her fists and holding them up like she was going to fight someone.

“You know I’m now going to homecoming, right”?

“Excuse me yes you are, you will not let Peter Parker ruin some of the best moments you’ll ever have in high school. You shouldn’t let him have that power over you, and even if he does don’t let him see that”

“But I can’t bear to see him dancing wi-”

“So don’t look at them, find your own boy to dance with, there will be tons of handsome lonely boys looking for a beautiful girl like you to dance with, you are a strong independent girl and you don’t need Peter Parker to make your life complete, and come on if I agreed to go to homecoming that says a lot since I’m probably the most unsocial person on the planet and I need a friend to come with me so I’m not alone, please come Y/N I’m practically on my knees begging you” MJ blurted. She was right, I can’t let Peter control my life.

“Fine I guess I’ll go but for you,” I said

“Yay! I’m so excited” she exclaimed giving me a hug, good thing I had bought a dress. I would have to wear my one from last years homecoming and to be honest, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t fit.

For the rest of the night, we ate ice cream and watched funny chick flicks and I forgot all about Peter until she had to leave. As much as I don’t want Peter to control my life, but I can’t bear to see Peter dancing with Liz. I think my heart would shatter into a million pieces. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and I looked at myself, I honestly looked like a mess. I had bags under my eyes, my eyes were puffy from crying so much. Why was I letting Peter Parker ruin my life? I should never let a boy ruin my life. I have so much more than Peter Parker. If this game was to break my heart. I shouldn’t let him win. I have to stop moping 24/7 and actually live. Even if I don’t have a date to homecoming it doesn’t mean I won’t find a lonely boy to dance with. After all, it’s completely possible to fall in love more than once. I’m not going to let Peter win. Somehow I managed to find some confidence. It’s time to be my old self again I thought walking from the bathroom. I walked into my room and jumped into my bed and swiftly pulled the covers over me. Tomorrow is a new day, a new me. No more crying over Peter Parker I thought as I drifted into a nice well-needed slumber.

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, scaring the shit out of me like it always does. I groaned turning off my alarm clock and getting up to walk to my closet to find clothes. Lately, i’ve been wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt to school every day, but that was going to change. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a nice shirt and skipped to the bathroom.

“Why are you so cheerful today honey” I heard my mom say as I skipped past the kitchen to get to the bathroom.

“Homecoming is today, and you know how much I love to dance mom” I practically sung as I closed the bathroom door. Today I needed to show confidence. I needed Peter to know I wasn’t going to mope over him forever. I caught him staring at me countless times this week. I hope showing him I’m getting over him will make him jealous. Wait. no that’s not the point of this I mentally yelled at myself as I grabbed eyeliner and mascara. After I finished putting on makeup, I slipped on my clothes and grabbed my pair of black converse.

“You look cute today Y/N” my mom pointed out.

“Thanks, mom” I answering grabbing my backpack and giving my mom a kiss on the cheek.

“Your father and I aren’t going to be home for a couple of days, we have to go on a business trip, but make sure to send us pictures, I’m sorry we won’t be here,” she said, she obviously felt bad, but they did this all of the time.

“It’s fine” I lied as I walked out the door. A sigh left my mouth. I don’t know why they are always traveling I wish they could actually be home for one special event of mine. No wonder I’m closer to May than my parents, but I can’t see her without seeing Peter. Peter was usually the person who always comforted me when my parents would leave. I felt tears start to sting my eyes. No. I promised myself I would stop crying over him. I blinked away the tears and began walking to school. I walked kind of slow so when I walked in most people were at their lockers. What happened next was pretty weird. It felt like I was in a movie. Everything was going in slow motion and basically, everyone was staring at me. I mean I’m pretty sure it’s because the past two weeks I’ve acted like actual death and looked it too, but then again I didn’t think people noticed.

“Nice ass Y/L/N” I heard Flash say from behind me

“Shut it Flash” I warned, as he put both his hands up laughing. I right as I turned around I ran into someone which knocked me over making me land right on my butt.

“I’m so sor-” I cut myself off as my eyes met with the brown sparkling orbs of
Peter Parker. He was holding out his hand offering to help me up. For some reason, I actually took his hand. I could feel my whole body tingling just from him grabbing my hand. He pulled me up, and I immediately let go of his hand brushing off my pants. I brushed the hair that was in my face behind my ear and stood up straight.

“I’m really sorry about that” I mumble looking down at my feet

“It’s okay” he insisted, I looked up at his face to see a bruise on his face that I hadn’t noticed.

“Oh my god Peter the bruise on your face, who did that to you”I whispered yelled

“It doesn’t matter, the bad guy just got a swing at my face” he stated

“You have to be more careful Peter” I cautioned.

“I am careful you don’t have to worry about me Y/N” he insisted

“Well I do,” I said louder than I wanted to. “I-I h-have to class” I interjected bowing my head and pushing past him to get to class trying to hide the tint of red on my cheeks. That was actually the first semi-normal interaction I had with him in 2 weeks and I barely embarrassed myself. The rest of the day went by pretty fast and MJ and I literally ran home so we could get ready. I went into the bath reapplying and putting more makeup on. I quickly stripped my clothes off and slipped into my dress. I looked into the mirror and I was actually happy with what I saw. I walked out to see Michelle in a beautiful blue dress.

“Dang M, how did you not get a date,” I said

“Well besides from the fact I don’t talk to people, I have no idea” she laughed

“Are you ready to go?” I asked

“Yep, it’s funny how both are always gone for the important things,” She said obviously upset her parents weren’t here too. I gave her a small hug and soft smile and we walked out.

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We arrived at the school and walked into the gym. There were balloons everywhere the lights were dim and kids were dancing. MJ and I met up with Ned. I saw Liz walk in without Peter and I raised my eyebrow. I heard the doors open shortly after MJ and I made eye contact with his brown whiskey eyes. I felt like I was staring him for years until MJ pulled me away as Liz grabbed his hand. MJ grabbed my arm and pulled me over to a circle of basically the whole decathlon team dancing, but I still looked towards Peter who surprisingly still has his eyes on me. and I eventually I started to let go and dance to the beat. I felt good the music was upbeat and I was actually having a great time. I took a mental note that I owe MJ Starbucks for making me come to this. There were a couple songs and I dance one dance with Ned, and I even danced with Flash even though I hate him. There was only about 30 minutes left of the dance, and a boy named Isaac who I had couple classes with timidly walked up to me

“Y/N would you like to dance with me,” he asked shyly

“Of course” I replied grabbing his hand and pulling him to the center of the gym. I put my arms around his neck and he put his on my hips and we danced for 2 songs, but I could see and feel Peter’s eyes on me but he was jealous. I knew he was because I’ve known him my whole life and I definitely know when that boy is jealous. He has Liz so why he so bothered by me dancing with someone else.

“You’re distracted by something” he blurted out leaving me a little shocked.

“No, I’m just tired” I insisted

“Hey, look I’m pretty observant, but I’m pretty sure anyone could tell you like Peter Parker a lot more than a friend, and I’m 99.9% positive he feels the same way” He explained

“He is with Liz, he likes Liz, and I already told him how I felt”

“If you haven’t noticed he’s been staring at this whole dance right”

“So what that doesn’t mean anything” I signed looking at my feet.

“Like I said I’m very observant, and the way Peter looks at you is different than he looks at anyone else even Liz” he argued, and I laughed

“You should ask MJ to dance, you guys are very similar” I sighed, still looking at my feet. Soon the song Waves by Dean Lewis came on.

“I’m about to be proven right,” he said triumphantly  

“Wait, what do yo-”

“You mind if I steal her for a dance” I looked to see Peter holding out his hand

“Absolutely” he replied winking at me. I mouthed “I hate you” and he put his hands up in defense walking away. Peter put his hands on my hips and I put mine on his shoulders. I couldn’t face him, I had no idea why he was dancing with me, or how Liz allowed him to do it. I was staring at his tie.

“You look really beautiful tonight Y/N” he commented quietly. Seriously is this boy trying to lead me on? What the hell does he want from me? I pushed him away.

“What kind of game are you playing Parker because I’m seriously sick of th-” I was cut off by him slamming his lips into mine, making my eyes open wider than humanly possible. My arms were at my side clenched and my whole body went tense. To be honest I could not comprehend what was happening, but eventually, my body relaxed and I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer and savoring the way his soft lips felt on mine. We pulled away for air.

“Why did you do that” I whispered.

“Just because I was going to homecoming with didn’t mean I didn’t have the same feelings for you” He revealed bowing his head down. “I asked Liz to homecoming because I thought you didn’t feel the same way, I was going to tell you after that night, but you never really gave me the chance”. I was speechless, honestly, I didn’t know how to react to this, so I just hugged him engulfing his.

“I love you, Peter Parker”

“I love you too”

I guess this wicked game came out with both of us winning.

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Straight White Boy Problem #207

i went out to get ice cream with a couple of my friends and my friend bought us all ice cream and she got a huge cup of ice cream for one of my bros and i watched her put a dime in the cup and she covered it up with ice cream. i was like “what” but she told me to be quiet and she gave the cup to my friend and he ate the whole cup of ice cream. he ate a dime. how….do you not know….that you ate a dime

My Fake Boyfriend Part 5

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

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Originally posted by bovaria

Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try every single dress that she found cute or that she thought you would look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, she was in charge.

After hours of trying things on and not finding anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your mother agreed.

“You should have bought that last dress, you looked beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.

“You could always use it with James; I don’t know, you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”

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Original #13: I Didn’t Mean To Kill Stan

Length: Short

Note: This story includes sensitive adult themes. 

I really didn’t. Why would I? Stan was my best mate. We’d been friends since high school.

I hadn’t meant to kill him. I just wanted him to shut up. All I did was tap him on the head with my hockey stick, for crying out loud. And then down he went, making a mess along the way. Crashing into stuff, grabbing onto furniture. Do you have any idea how long it’ll take me to clean up all that blood?

Anyway, like I said. Stan was my man. He was my homie, my bromie, my Steve Buscemi. I trusted him with my life. But just now, when I left my room to get a drink, I come back and what the hell do I see? Stan was messing around my laptop. Just clicking on shit and looking at my personal stuff. So right there, it was clear that Stan was in the wrong.

And then what happens? He goes absolutely insane. He starts yelling and calling me names and demanding explanations about some pictures I got on my laptop. In my own house! I tell him to calm down but he wasn’t having any of it. So I did what I gotta do. I shut him up. Maybe a tad too enthusiastically, but it was an honest mistake. Killing him, I mean.

I know what you’re wondering about right now. What pictures?

I’ll come clean, alright? They were pictures of Stan’s sister, Stephanie.  

But, look – it’s not weird. I’m dating her. I’m her boyfriend. So naturally, I’m going to have some pictures of her in my laptop. But Stan doesn’t understand. He’s a great guy, but we don’t see eye to eye on some things. Like Steph.

I first met Steph a year ago. I was at Stan’s crib, just hanging and chatting when this absolute babe walked past the living room. I mean, she was so sexy. Va-va-vroom and all that. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, she had such an air of confidence that impressed me right away.

I knew I had to have her.

But I knew I had to take it slow. I had to gain her trust. Turn on the charm, make her fall back in love with me. So that was exactly what I did. Whenever I was at Stan’s place, I would drop in to Steph’s room and say hello. Gradually she become more comfortable around me, and our conversations grew longer. I learned about her hobbies, her favorite music, her favorite TV shows, and all that.

I also learned that she loved ice-cream. So on our very first date, I brought her out to this really classy ice cream parlour downtown. Bought her her favorite flavour – chocolate chip, in case you’re wondering. After that, we went to the theatre and watched this movie that she had really been looking forward to. It was a great date.

But here’s the thing about Steph. She’s a lovely lady, but she’s very conservative. She doesn’t like, shall I say, the hanky panky business that relationships usually entail. I tried to cop a feel one time on one of our dates and she didn’t go for that at all. Said she wasn’t comfortable.

Here’s what you gotta know about me. I’m a gentleman. If my lady is no ready, then I’ll do the waity. I respected her preferences and our dates remained purely verbal. No tactile movements at all.

But here’s another thing you gotta know about me. I’m a dude. I have needs and desires. So if my lady wasn’t gonna give me action, I gotta get them from somewhere else. But I didn’t wanna cheat on Steph too, so I couldn’t go messing around with other girls.

So I compromised. I went to the hardware store and bought a couple of surveillance cameras. You know, the sort that you can hide in corners and on top shelves to watch people. And they were the good kinds, too. With a click of a button from my laptop, I could take pictures from the livestreaming videos. What can I say? Only the best for my lady. Then one day while Steph was using the loo, I installed them in her room. Easy peasy. One on the top shelf facing her bed, and one on another shelf, facing her closet.

It was all going great. I had tons of fantastic pictures and videos of Steph.

And then Stan had to step in. Almost threw a wrench in my plans, what with all the yelling and hollering. Luckily, there was no one else in my house. I would have hated to remove the cameras from Steph’s room!

So anyway, that’s that. I just wanted to get this off my chest. Stan thought that I’m a bad guy, but I really am not. I truly, truly, love Stephanie from the bottom of my heart.

Speaking of Steph, I really should get going. This entire thing with Stan almost threw my A-game off. I’d almost forgotten that we’ve got tickets to go see Steph’s third grade dance recital. I would have hated to miss that!

The One with the Blackout - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 5367

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst where I said there would be none. I’m sorry. 

A/N: Written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Challenge. Sorry it’s like a week late. Life happened. This also wasn’t what I was originally gonna write but again…life happened. Sorry. 

Constructive feedback always appreciated!

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“So this is pretty nice.” Dean chuckled, grabbing your hand across the diner table. Sam and Eileen volunteered to spend the night watching JoJo to give Dean and you the night to yourselves and you’d spent it eating greasy diner food at an old dive bar. It was very much your style. “Not that I don’t miss my little girl but adult time is fun too.”

“You know she’s probably sprawled across our bed, right?” Dean snorted a laugh and nodded, knowing you were right. She always did that when you were both gone unless she passed out on the couch with Sam or in Sam’s bed.

“Well, this is a treat.” A voice sneered from behind you as the diner suddenly went dark and silent. High heels got closer and you turned, staring at a face you recognized quite well. “Never thought I’d run into you two again. Where’s that precious little girl of yours?” The tall blonde staring down Dean and you was a witch you both failed to kill several years ago, Gretchen, but you managed to kill her entire coven and family. You thought you ran her off, never to be seen again, but you were apparently wrong. “Come on…what’s her name again? Joanna Celeste Winchester?”

You gritted your teeth, unsure of how she knew about your daughter. “Who?” You decided to play stupid and Dean followed along.

“You must have us confused with other hunters. We don’t have a kid.”

“What dumbass would bring a kid into this life?” You scoffed, reaching for the gun tucked away in your holster.

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i-still-dont-like-your-face  asked:

77 with Bucky, pretty please?

The front door opened and you reached for the remote, muting the reality show and shifting to sit up in the bed. “Is that you, Sarge?” you called through the apartment, listening as your voice echoed down the hallway.

“Who else would it be?” he said as he walked through the door, a grocery bag in his left hand. “How is that baby treating you?”

“Stopped kicking finally, but I am dying for the ice cream you left at midnight to get me, Sarge,” you said, reaching out to take the bag from his hands. The baby stretched against your stomach as you did, as if it knew that your treat was finally here. He took a tub of cookies and cream ice cream from the bag and your spirits fell. “This isn’t the right ice cream,” you said, tears stinging your eyes. You wiped angrily at them, glaring at your stomach as if the child inside would sense your irritation and leave your hormones alone.

“It’s cookies and cream, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Bucky said, confusion evident on his face as he sat down beside you and began to rub your stomach.

“But it’s not the /right/ cookies and cream ice cream,” you said, another tear slipping down your cheek. “Tony has it shipped in special because he knows it’s not the same you

“Hey, I’ll call Tony and find the right kind of ice cream, baby. You don’t need to cry,” Bucky said, reaching over and running his thumb across your cheek.

You sniffed, laughing weakly. “I know I don’t need to cry, but this /damn/ baby of yours is messing with my head,” you leaned into his chest as he pulled out his phone and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Tony?”

“Is she okay? Is she in labor? Do you need Bruce and I?” Tony’s voice sounded distant through the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine—”

“I am not fine,” you mumbled

“—but I bought the wrong ice cream and—”

“And she told you to call me. I’ll send Steve up with some Blue Bell cookies and cream right now.”

“Blue Bell?”

“Don’t question your pregnant wife, it’s a Texas thing.

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We met in a kindergarten. Yousana AU

Hey!

So as I told you I’m here with my first Yousana au (and my first au ever)

I’m posting just the first part so you can tell me if you want me to continue or not. 

I don’t even know if this is a good idea but I really hope you like it :)

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Part I

Sana loved her little niece, she did. She would do anything for her. But after a long day at university she kind of wanted to go home and rest. Instead of that, Jamilla had asked her to pick Nadia from her kindergarten since she had a cold and Sana’s brother, Abdu, was working that day. And don’t get her wrong, she didn’t mind at all, she always loved spending time with her niece but she also loved having some time to relax.

Sana entered the kindergarten and looked around trying to find someone in charge, it was the first time she had picked Nadia up.

“Can I help you?” a masculine voice said behind her

She turned around and had to try really hard not to gasp at the view. In front of her was a guy who seemed like he was probably her age, maybe a little bit older. He had beautiful brown eyes and his hair was slightly wavy and fell down his face almost covering his already mentioned beautiful eyes. Sana wondered for a moment how it’d feel to brush the hair away from his face. And then there was his smile, he was smiling at her fondly.

She had caught Yousef’s attention as soon as she entered the room. And that meant something ‘cause Yousef would never get distracted at work, his kids were his number one priority. But that girl, she had something special and he couldn’t help but stare at her. She seemed lost, clearly looking for someone, so he decided to approach her to ask her if she needed help. When she turned around and he got the chance to look at her he was speechless. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, he could get lost in them. She was wearing a black hijab which contrasted her white outfit making it impossible to look away from her. She literally looked like an angel. He found himself smiling at her like a dumbass.

“Uh, I’m here to pick up my niece Nadia” Sana said after shaking her head to focus

“Nadia Bakkoush?” he asked

“Yes” she said nodding “Can you tell her I’m here?”

“Sure, do you have the parents’ authorization?”

“Huh?”

“The parents’ authorization, it’s a document that they have to sign saying that you’re allowed to take her. I mean I can’t let her go without that” he explained

“Uh…I don’t have that, but I’m her aunt” Sana said frowning

“Yeah but I mean…you could be lying”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Sana asked crossing her arms on her chest

“Look, I’m just trying to do my job” Yousef tried to explain “You have to understand that I can’t let her leave with some stranger”

“But I’m not some stranger, I’m her aunt, are you even listening to me?”

“I am listening to you and now you have to listen to me when I say that without authorization you can’t take her” now it was Yousef the one who crossed his arms on his chest

“This is ridiculous” Sana said shaking her head “What if I call Jamilla or Abdu and they talk to you, will that be enough for you Mr. Rules?”

“Mr. Rules? Nice” Yousef said sarcastically “But yes, it’ll be enough”

“Fine”

Sana took her phone from her purse and dialed Jamilla’s number. She waited for a moment but it didn’t seem like she was going to pick it up. She sighed and tried Abdu’s number next, knowing that he wouldn’t answer because he never answered his phone at work.

“They’re not picking up” Sana said exasperated

“Then I’m sorry…”

“Are you for real?”

“Aunt Sana!!” a young girl, Nadia, who had just got out of one of the classrooms yelled as she ran towards her aunt to hug her.

“Hey little girl” Sana said as she kneeled down to return the hug

After hugging her niece she stood up and looked at Yousef with a smug smile on her face.

“See? I’m her aunt”

“I didn’t say you weren’t…Sana” Yousef said emphasizing the last word

Sana felt herself shiver, why did her name have to sound so good coming from his mouth? And why didn’t she know his name so she could pronounce it too?

“Can I take her home, now?”

No, sorry, you can’t. Not without an authorization”

“You have got to be kidding me”

At this point of the conversation, Yousef was kind of just having fun. It was clear that she was telling the truth, that girl, that face, she couldn’t be lying. But the rules were the rules.

“I know you’re her aunt but I don’t know what kind of relationship you have with the parents, what if you’re the evil aunt that abducts kids, huh?”

“The evil aunt that abducts kids?” Sana repeated raising her eyebrows

Yousef just smiled and shrugged.

“But aunt Sana isn’t evil, she and uncle Elias love me” Nadia said

Yousef’s smirk faded from his face as soon as he heard the unknown name. If Sana was Nadia’s aunt and that Elias guy was her uncle, that meant he was…what? Sana’s boyfriend? Husband maybe? She seemed pretty young to be married but Jamilla was his age and she already had a daughter. But the thing was…why would that even bother him? He had just met that girl and in the 5 minutes that he had talked to her all they had done was fight. So why was he so disappointed at the thought of her having a boyfriend?

“Of course we love you” Sana said scrunching her nose in a cute way while looking at her niece

“So, how are we going to solve this?” Yousef asked

“You’re seriously not going to let me take her?”

“I need an authorization Sana” he liked saying her name way too much, as much as she enjoyed hearing it

“Autho…authori….auth…” Nadia tried to repeat “Mom said that word to me when she gave me this”

Nadie took a paper from her pocket and showed it to them

“It’s for you teacher Yousef” she said handing it to him

“Oh, what is that teacher Yousef? Is that the authorization?” Sana asked with a smug smile on her face, now she was the one enjoying saying his name

“Yup, it is. It seems like you can take her home”

“Wow, thank you Yousef” Sana said tilting her head challenging him

“You’re welcome Sana” he said imitating her

They both stared at each other for a moment, at first defiantly but then both of their stares soften and small smiles threaten to appear on their faces.

“Are we going home?” Nadia asked interrupting the battle of stares

“Yes honey, let’s go” Sana said taking her niece’s hand and turning around after looking one last time at Yousef

 –x–

“Mamma!!”

Nadia ran to hug her mother as soon as she and Sana entered her room. Jamilla was sitting on her bed with a cup of tea on her hands. She looked a lot better than she had the previous day.

“Hi, habibti, did you have fun with aunt Sana?”

“Yes!!! She bought me ice cream”

“She did?” Jamilla said raising her eyebrows at Sana

“She made me, she can be pretty convincing when she wants” Sana defended herself

“She definitely can”

“Mamma, can I go watch TV?”

“Yes you can, but only for a little bit okay?”

Nadia nodded and left the room.

Sana approached the bed and sat on it facing Jamilla

“How are you feeling?”

“I little bit better. My head doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s just a cold”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better”

“Thanks, and thank you for taking Nadia today”

“Of course, anytime”

“By the way, I saw a missed call from you? I was sleeping, sorry” Jamilla apologized

“Oh yeah, Nadia’s jerk teacher wouldn’t let me bring her home without an authorization so I was calling you so you could tell him that I wasn’t trying to abduct your daughter” Sana explained

“But Nadia had an authorization”

“Yeah but we didn’t know so until she told us I kept trying to convince him but he wouldn’t listen to me”

“Who was it? I mean the teachers there are pretty nice”

“Uh…this young guy…uh…Yousef I think he’s called?” Sana said pretending she didn’t remember, it wasn’t as if she had been repeating his name in her head since she left the kindergarten, not at all.

“Yousef? He’s the jerk? That doesn’t sound like him” Jamilla said frowning

“Well he was. You should’ve seen him with his perfect smile and his perfect hair and being Mr. Rules and…what?” Sana stopped when she saw Jamilla raising her eyebrows at her

“Okay, first of all, he was just doing his job and I’m glad to know that my daughter won’t be abducted as long as he’s there. And second of all…perfect smile and perfect hair? So he’s not a jerk anymore or…?”

“He can be a jerk while having a nice smile” Sana said matter-of-factly

“Oh my god you like him!” Jamilla laughed

“No”

“Yes you do! You like Yousef. He’s such a nice guy, you’d make a great couple”

“I don’t like him Jamilla, I don’t even know the guy”

“But you do think he has a perfect smile and perfect hair. You so like him”

“Okay, I think you have fever, I’m going to let you rest” Sana said standing up from the bed and walking to the door

“You can say what you want Sana Bakkoush but you can’t fool me” Jamilla yelled after her.

It seemed like she was going to have to ask Sana to pick Nadia up from school more often.

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This is it!!

I hope you’ve liked it!

I want to thank @stressedoutteenager for listening to me rambling about this idea and for helping me so much with it and giving me some ideas for the following parts. THANK YOU SO MUCH!♥

And thank you all so much for reading!♥

(Btw I’ll be tagging this and the following parts, if you want me to continue, with “skam” “yousana” and “nothesc au” so it’s easier to follow it)

I have met the goddess of retail
A lovely old lady who comes in every day multiple times, is always so polite and once bought me chocolate JUST because she bought some and I mentioned how nice they are!
She also offered to buy me an ice cream during one of the hottest days so far…
I nearly cried

Kiss Land

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. And he absolutely loved to put his lips to use. 
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, minor character death (just a mention), implied sexy times
1,752 words

Notes: While I finish the requests I have in my askbox, I decided to post this Matty one because I’m on his mood. <3 Just a silly one-shot without all his Daredevil drama (sort of). And also because I rewatched the kiss scene between Claire and Matt. Too many times. For my own good. Remember that italic parts are flashbacks. SO…I hope you enjoy it! ^_^


If there was something in your life that you just couldn’t deny, was that being Matt Murdock’s girlfriend had its fair amount of perks. 

In an overall, you were always safe, knowing he’d step up into the situation whenever something could happen. Sometimes it had some downfalls, but his senses were another great thing since he’d always know when and how to help you when you needed. 

And the list could go on and on, but there was one little thing that you completely loved the most and would always drive you crazy:

Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. 

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Imagine Lee Raising You, And Your Real Mother, Barbara, Trying To Take You Back

-requested-

“Oh, sweetheart, what have you gotten yourself into?”  

Lee swooped down and picked the girl off the floor, setting her on the counter in front of her. The child was crying. Her knee was bleeding and broken glass was on the floor.

“Were you playing with the snow globes again?”

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Economical

INTP and ISFJ walking down the road on the way to the cafe to get ice cream.

INTP: Do you have money?

ISFJ: *grumbling* Some…

INTP: *turning to look at ISFJ* You don’t have money? I’ll pay.

ISFJ: What? No. I do.

INTP: Is it enough to sustain you?

ISFJ: I guess? It’s enough for a cone.

INTP: ……I’ll pay.

ISFJ: NO. I have money. I intend to use said money. I won’t let you or other people to use money on me.

INTP: I’ll never understand why you’re so uptight about letting people pay for you.

ISFJ: Well, how’d YOU feel if I said I was going to pay for you?

INTP: *thinks for a while as she realises certain exploits if her dependency was placed in another’s hands* Nope. No. Nuh-uh. I don’t like being paid for. I don’t mind paying, but being paid for is a no-no.

ISFJ: See? It’s the same!

INTP: But think about it, I have enough money to buy two and you have enough for one. Ideally, you need extra pocket for curriculum tomorrow, so I bet you’d use more money. We can shift the weight of payments to a willing participant –me– so that you have more “insurance”!

ISFJ: *thinks for a while, and stops walking* Maybe I’ll just not buy anything.

INTP: OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

ISFJ: This is me being economical, okay?

INTP: *sighs* Fine. Let’s just head straight home then. Hold on a sec, I need to go to the toilet.

ISFJ: Okee dokey.

INTP did not go to the public toilet. INTP instead sprinted – bought two cups of ice cream – under three minutes and ran back.

ISFJ: What the hell? You lying little….

INTP: Lying? No such thing. *hands ISFJ ice cream as she begrudgingly accepts* Economical with truth? Let’s go with that.

ISFJ: I hate you.

INTP: Oh don’t be so economical with truth, ISFJ. You sound hypocritical.

—INTP continued making stupid pickup lines to ISFJ as ISFJ silently cringes while eating her vanilla ice cream in suffering.—

Shameless Manorian fluff

Anon said: Can we get a cute Manorian ice cream date? 😃💜🍦

[A Very Manorian Ice Cream Date]

Manon Blackbeak stared and stared at Dorian Havilliard. “You’ve never had ice cream? Like, never never?”

He shook his head. She smiled, looping her arm in his and leading him into the ice cream parlor. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he was lactose intolerant.

Ten minutes later, they were walking down the street, back toward the apartment complex they both lived in. He’d gotten the smallest size available and had them pack on cookie chunks and all kinds of shit to bury the ice cream. And give him something to eat before he found an innocent way to drop the vomit inducing concoction on the ground.

“Can I taste yours?” she asked.

God, yes. “Of course.” Dorian made sure he got a spoonful of actual ice cream and held it out for her. She stared at him while she wrapped her lips around it, and he instantly wondered what it might be like if she wrapped those lips around other things. Other very specific things.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, can I request hc of RFA+ minor trio (is it too much?) on MC who has bad sense of humor just like Jumin.

I’m sorry but i dont write Vanderwood. You couldn’t know since I just found out when i wrote this that i have no idea how he/she (don’t judge idk lmao) would react so sorry for that!
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✨ Yoosung
* The two of you were just watching a movie
* It was a comedy so Yoosung was laughing 24/7
* You thought it was okay jokes didn’t really seem funny to you
* “Hey MC why aren’t you laughing is something wrong” he asked
* “Nah i just don’t think its that funny but watching tou laugh is” lololol
* “ alright tell me something funny then”
* You were like o shit
* “ one time I called my teacher mom lol”
* “And then what?”
* “I cried”
* Yoosung would have this awkward laugh
* He would laugh at your jokes but only because he loves you lol

✨ Zen
* You and Zen were on a date
* Zen was telling you cheesy pickup lines all day
* They were actually really funny aswell
* The date was coming to an end
* And Zen asked “ hey this may be silly but could you tell me your cheesiest pickup line”
* After 10 minutes you replied with:
* “ is your name ‘my future husband’ bc you are”
* Zen was like
* …
* O
* Ha ha ha
* Good one Mc
* He’d never ask you again lmao

✨ Jaehee
* Ok but jaehee would laugh at you no matter what like i cannot think of a reason why she wouldn’t laugh ahsndnsnns sorry

✨ Jumin
* You were sitting next to Jumin when he told Seven another “joke”
* Seven literally facepalmed himself
* “Shut up Jumin”
* “Hey I thought it was funny” you said defending Jumin
* “Well tell us a joke then MC”
* Everyone was waiting for you to open your mouth
* “How does Elizabeth ask for a treat?” “Can i have a treat Pawlease”
* It was silent
* Then Jumin laughed
* Yes he laughed
* Everyone was like this is a match made in heaven

✨ Seven
* He’s the pun master
* So of course he was telling you tons of puns
* “Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? Hes all right now.”
* “Why don’t some couples go to the gym? Because some relationships don’t work out.”
* “Hey mc tell me a pun”
* “I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.”
* Seven laughed
* “That was so bad it actually made me laugh”
* He would teach you how to tell funny puns so don’t worry

✨ Saeran
* He was having a bad day
* Seven tried to cheer him up
* But Saeran only wanted your attention
* So you bought him ice cream
* And you decided to tell him a joke
* Because jokes always make you laugh
* “ i asked my mom if i was adopted once. Hilarious, she replied. Why would we choose you?”
* Saeran stopped eating is ice cream
* “Well thats sad”
* And then he hugged me
* “Saeran it was a joke”
* “I know and it sucked lol”

✨ V
* You were having dinner
* V was talking about how he loves you
* You just kept laughing because it was adorable
* “Hey mc why wont you try to make me laugh?”
* “Oh sure lemme think”
* You thought about the perfect joke and finally
* “What do you call a blind dinosaur? A-do-you-think-he-saur-us ”
* …
* “Hahah very funny Mc”
* It was an awkward laugh but V loves you too much not to laugh at your jokes

starters from a group chat full of wild, loud-mouthed lesbians and bi girls. (some nsfw)
  • “(they/we) can eat each other out and see who comes first. wholesome.”
  • “i haven’t been innocent since i was 8 years old and saw the word pussy while looking for dora the explorer online.”
  • “i am ready to catch the lesbian tension.”
  • “funny story: i once avoided getting arrested by flirting with the cops.”
  • “meanwhile, when she moans, it’s only because the chocolate is melting in her mouth.”
  • “that’s the way to my heart: bdsm and falling incredibly short of expectations.”
  • “pop rocks + vagina = yeast infection.”
  • “who sleeps in a ponytail you masochistic freak?”
  • “i’ll date anyone who pays attention to me.”
  • “as gays, we deserve this.”
  • “i think i’m going to actually try and sleep. there’s only so much of myself i can handle.”
  • “i’m eating vegan ice cream in my nasty woman hoodie.”
  • “i’m a slytherin; i have to dismantle his life behind the scenes.”
  • “if you’re lucky, you’ll get arrested first.”
  • “you can’t kinkshame me; i’m the kinkshaming master.”
  • “it’s either because (they/she/you) are/is too much of a hoe or too overprotective.”
  • “you are generally good for one or two things.”
  • “you eat dick for breakfast.”
  • “this straight girl keeps trying to kiss me. help.”
  • “she lives so far up my ass, she bought property.”
  • “this is why i don’t fight people. i just yell about them to my friends.”
  • “number one problem with straight people: the fact that they say you’re drawn to men who are like your father.”
  • “i didn’t go to therapy for six years to be nice!”
  • “at least none of us had terf bangs.”
  • “(they/she/he/i/you) are/is competitive in war and in bed.”
  • “i’m not sure what enticement i can offer besides unconditional love and support.”

Dear Cat,

A few weeks ago, I would have likely thrown some kind of tantrum at the suggestion that my love doesn’t include the “whole person.”  But I know you, Cat Grant.  I know that look in your eye when your heart is telling you one thing and your head is telling you another.  The look you certainly wore when you wrote those words.  I know the meaning behind your rhetorical questions, and I’ll answer every single one, whether they require an answer or not.

Does my love include the whole person?

Catherine Grant, I lost my world and flew across the stars to follow the only family I had left.  My love includes entire planets.  It includes you and Carter and your mean old mom and a flipping goldfish colony if you tell me it’s important to you.  Nothing about us has ever been casual or temporary, going back to that 10:15 appointment that changed my entire life.

But the road is wide and goes two ways.  I’m a package deal too.  Alex is headstrong and fiercely protective.  And she doesn’t hold a candle to our mother, who will adore you and feed you and then calmly remind you that she knows best.

J’onn will read your mind and the boys… well the boys already love you… in their own way.

We’re a messy little found family and we’re ever growing.  A snowball gathering misfits on its way down an endless mountain.  You’ll need to brace for impact.

Because you’ve decided to follow my lead, I’ve decided to take it.  Alex and I had a long talk.  She knew, of course, just as you said she would.

It wasn’t an entirely pleasant evening.  Our first knock-down-drag-out since ‘The Night That Shall Not Be Named.’  A true all-nighter.  We watched the sun rise over the city in tense silence.  She’ll come around.  You need to understand that she was privy to every frustrating moment I ever had with you, all those days fueled by tears and ice cream when I thought you hated me and I couldn’t help but want you anyway.  She witnessed every one.  I may have said some unkind things about you.  She picked me up, dusted me off and sent me back to CatCo stronger the next day.  I hope you can forgive her for being… less than enthused.

Winn tells me she bought a plane ticket to D.C. on her DEO laptop.  You can expect a visit.  Go easy on her for me, please?  I expect you’ll find you have more in common than you think.  Just… talk to each other.

I’ve made arrangements to have the entire weekend off.  I’ll knock on your door in time for dinner Friday if you’re still up for telling Carter.  I don’t expect it to be all sunshine and puppies.  (I can bring a puppy if you think it might smooth things over.)  He’s had you to himself for so long, and I know firsthand how difficult it is to share you.  But there are things you still don’t know about the time you were missing and we… well… bonded.  My place in his life, and whatever title comes with it, will depend entirely on the two of you because I’m all in, Cat.

Adam and public appearances will come.  I’m ready.  But in these things, I’ll follow your lead.  My initiative only takes me so far.

It does, however, include more of those “interesting” phone calls.  And I’ll be just presumptuous enough to pack my book of poetry this weekend… just in case you’re feeling brave.

Counting the minutes,

crunchbuttsteak  asked:

What are your top 10 favorite stores and restaurants that show up in the anime?

This is a cool question! It also makes me realise how much of an impact Sailor Moon has had on me that I immediately remember a lot of single-appearance places that stayed in my memory, haha.

I’m not going to mention the Hikawa Shrine (which is technically a store?), Osa-P, Crown Arcade, or the Crown Fruits Parlour, because I feel like it goes without saying that I (and many other SM fans) adore those locations. We see them all the time, we see the girls grow up in them, they’re #iconic. You can just assume that those four top my list.

Also I guess some of these aren’t technically stores, but I figure “an attraction that you have to pay to enter” counts?

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One Blake, Never Both | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Request: hi excuse any errors in the English text is not my first language.you could write a sequel to sleepover where (Y/N) has to decide whether she will continue to be a friend of octavia or start dating bellamy.

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Octavia, Murphy. Lincoln is mentioned.

Modern AU.

Word Count: 2127 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3)

Since the sleepover at Octavia’s house, things had changed a lot for (Y/N). Yet she still remembered O’s surprised face when she told her that she and her brother might be headed toward having a serious relationship. She remembered how Octavia smiled and gave her friend a big hug.

“He needed to settle down.” Octavia said cheerfully. “And I’m glad that it’s with you.”

Octavia had always been a very understanding person. She loved her brother. She loved (Y/N). Now she could have both at the same time, maybe they could have double dates with her and Lincoln, and, who knows, (Y/N) might be a Blake soon. The thought made O excited. And things even came to run like that for a while. (Y/N) never knew exactly when the situation began to reverse.

Some time later, Bellamy had called her to the long-awaited date. Octavia even seemed to be more excited than (Y/N) was, helping her get ready for the special night. It wouldn’t be a big deal, just a walk in the mall and  maybe a stop at the cinema, which Octavia classified as an indirect way for the two to make out.

(Y/N) just had started to feel  nervous when she saw Bellamy waiting for her in front of her house. So handsome, how had she not noticed it before? The girl could still remember the hysterical messages that Octavia sent to her every five minutes to ask how the date was going. She remembered how the idea of being seen in a public place with Bellamy for the first time made her nervous and excited. Or how she felt her heart beat faster as the boy took her hand in his as they walked around the mall. He turned out to be more of a gentleman than she imagined he would be. Maybe he really was a teddy bear inside. The thought had made her smile.

“Why are you smiling this time?” he asked, trying to hold the smile that grew on his lips.

“You’re cute.” she said, laughing nervously.

“Don’t worry.” he leaned closer to her, making her shoulder bump into his arms. “You’re pretty cute too.”

Bellamy seemed to like to keep physical contact, because throughout the walk he took every opportunity he had to touch her. Though he hadn’t actually kissed her once. Sometimes he seemed to be about to do it, but soon he changed his posture and continued as if nothing had happened, which left her a little disappointed.

In the end, he had taken her to the movies. She wanted to crazily watch the new animation that had come out, but felt that maybe it wasn’t one of the best movies for a date, so let the boy choose. Big mistake. He had chosen the worst movie there was to be watched there. Even the salesman seemed surprised to see someone wanting to watch it.

An obvious scowl was on her face as they entered the room, and remained there as the movie began. Bellamy didn’t intend to kiss her and chose the worst movie that existed to be seen. And she wasn’t even exaggerating, the room was practically empty, meaning everyone knew that movie was crap. She didn’t deserve it.

“You don’t really think we’re going to watch this, right?” Bellamy’s voice pulled her out of her thought. He looked at her intensely, with a smirk on his face. Oh boy.

“I thought you’d make me watch it.” she smiled, checking the surroundings of the room. “I thought you weren’t going to take any initiative today.”

Bellamy laughed softly, leaning to her face slowly. “If you were so crazy for me to kiss you, you could have done it.”

“I don’t know when is the right time for this.” she muttered disgruntledly, leaning to him too.

“Any time, babe.” he said within inches of her face. “I’m all yours today.”

(Y/N) remembered his lips colliding with hers, while one of Bellamy’s hands had followed the way to her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. She remembered Bellamy’s tongue curling up with hers and how she tasted the ice cream the boy had bought just minutes earlier. The movie session turned out to be a heated make out session, as Octavia predicted it would be.

When she got home, she didn’t receive any messages from her friend, but she was bombarded with questions when they saw each other again. O wanted details. Many details. And of course, that’s what (Y/N) gave her. Octavia seemed so happy, and of course, when Bellamy and (Y/N) started dating officially, O was about to explode with shouting and animation. She said it was kind of a big deal that her brother finally was in a relationship. And that made her excited. A lot.

For many times Bellamy and (Y/N) went out with Lincoln and Octavia, which turned out to be a very good thing since it helped the two boys to bond with each other. (Y/N) also began to be treated more gently at school, people she had never spoken to said “Hi” to her every day, but she didn’t care much about popularity. Or tried not to, since she had to admit that it was good to be known. Everything was going very well for her.

Practically every day she would leave with Bellamy to go somewhere, where they would spend a few hours together. He was great and every minute with him only made her more enchanted by him. In the end, he wasn’t the ordinary popular hot guy, he neither seemed to appreciate as much of his popularity as she thought he would, he even seemed to bother him from time to time.

When they wouldn’t going to hang out somewhere then they’d be together at his house, just talking, watching TV, or making out on the couch. And that’s where the problem started, although (Y/N) only realized that there was a problem a little too late.

Bellamy had just left her at home. A smile was on her face just like every time she came back from some date with him and she felt her body lighter. (Y/N) threw herself on the bed and just stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Until her cell vibrated.

Octavia: We need to talk.”

(Y/N) felt a shiver run through her body. She hated this phrase more than anything, nothing good came from it.

(Y/N): Say it.

Octavia: Not here.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Octavia would make her wait until the next day? Seriously? She took a deep breath and nodded, trying to convince herself that nothing was wrong, Octavia probably wanted to talk about something silly. Wrong. The next morning, when she arrived at school, her friend’s face was in a scowl, she was visibly unhappy, which made (Y/N) worried.

"’Tavia? What’s wrong?” she asked as she reached the Blake girl, who pulled her into one of the rooms.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” she rolled her eyes. “You and Bellamy. That’s what is wrong.”

(Y/N) frowned, not understanding what was upsetting her friend.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh I don’t know.” Octavia said sarcastically. “I thought we were true friends.”

“We are.”

“We were. Until you start to date Bellamy. Now all you care about is him.”

(Y/N) laughed mockingly, hoping it was just one of Octavia’s momentaries emotional attacks, but the girl continued with a serious face.

“It isn’t true.” she said, shaking her head.

“Oh really?” Octavia’s eyes sparkled with anger. "When was the last time you came to my house to see me? When was the last time you came looking for anything but my brother?”

(Y/N) tried to argue, her mouth opened several times, but no word left. Octavia had a victorious expression, which was soon replaced by an angry one.

“I’m done being everyone’s second choice because of my brother. You have to choose.”

The last sentence made (Y/N) freeze in place. Octavia couldn’t be asking her that.

“What?” (Y/N) asked slowly.

“You heard me. Or you stay with me or with Bellamy.” (Y/N) was about to protest. “You can’t have both.”

(Y/N) froze in place, not knowing what to do or what to speak. From the girl’s lack of action, Octavia seemed to soften, but soon she take her arm and drag her somewhere else. (Y/N) let herself be taken, thinking that perhaps the lack of words had made Octavia change her mind. Wrong. When she realized, she was at the corner of a hallway that had become familiar to her during the last few weeks, it was the hallway where Bellamy’s locker was, and he was there now, leaning against his locker and talking to his friends. (Y/N) turned desperately to Octavia, who was staring coldly at her.

"The decision is yours.” she said, folding her arms.

(Y/N) sighed, thinking through both options. Bellamy made her happy. The last few weeks with him had been the best she’d ever had. He liked her and she liked him. He made her feel good, safe, loved. But before that she had Octavia. The Octavia that spoke to her on her first day in that school. The same girl who had been with her even if she had many other better options. The girl who made her laugh and who she knew she could always count on. Her best friend. She would always come first.

(Y/N) took a deep breath before starting to march toward Bellamy. His eyes sparkled as he saw her there, opening his arms slightly and taking her in for a hug, making one of his friends, Murphy, let out a mocking “aw.” (Y/N) laughed nervously and Bellamy noticed that.

“Are you ok? You look tense.” he let a small smile appear on his face before leaning slightly into her ear and whispering in a mischievous voice. “If you come home after class I can help you with that.”

Guilt bubbled inside her, but she took advantage of the boy’s inconvenient phrase to do what needed to be done. Her hand weighed as it came into contact with his cheek, slapping it, making Bellamy and his friends look shocked.

“We’re done.” it was all she could say as she tried to hold herself so she wouldn’t cry, but anyway her voice was choked with tears.

(Y/N) couldn’t stand the hurt that appeared on his face at her words. But as soon as she started walking toward Octavia, Bellamy held her.

“Is it because of what I said to you?“ he asked confused. "Look, I’m sorry. You know I always say things like that and you never seem to be bothered by it.”

“Leave me alone.” she said, some tears running down her face. “Just let me go.”

“Come on, (Y/N).” he approached her, still holding her arm. “I’ll not let you end what we have without a reason.”

“Maybe it’s because…” she knew Bellamy wouldn’t let her go without her giving him what he wanted, so she closed her eyes. “I don’t know. Did you ever stop to think about the pressure I have for being your girlfriend? All the girls out there fighting over your attention and hating me for being with you? Well, guess what, you’re not even a good boyfriend.”

The words hurt as much in (Y/N) as in Bellamy, who released her, though he still tried to stay close to her. He nodded and his face twitched in sadness.

“I can get better.” he whispered so that only she heard. “I’m in love with you.”

(Y/N) took one last look at Octavia, who, despite seeming to be sad about the situation, seemed not to regret being the cause of it. O gave an encouraging smile to her best friend. Octavia in the first place.

“I’m not.” she lied, turning her back and walking toward the Blake girl, not having the guts to look back. Without the courage to see the sadness or disappointment of Bellamy.

(Y/N) didn’t stop walking until she got away from his sight. She could feel she would burst into tears at any moment. And then she felt Octavia’s delicate hand pulling her into a hug, where she collapsed.

“I’m sorry.” Octavia murmured. "But you couldn’t deal with both of us at the same time.”

(Y/N) nodded, buried her head in her friend’s shoulder, who hugged her harder. She quickly remembered everything that had happened in the past few weeks, making her sob intensely.

"I’ll be here no matter what.” Octavia whispered against (Y/N)’s hair, stroking it. "Do you want to skip class and eat some ice cream?”

(Y/N) let a chuckle escape, a smile remaining through the tears. God bless Octavia Blake.


Masterlist

Good Girl Ch 41: Her King

Jiyong’s POV

“Sir,” A woman calls.

I snap out of my dazed thoughts and look to the small, obviously nervous woman holding out a phone to me. “What?” The meeting I’m in is called to a hault as everyone turns to look at me as the head of the long table. Seungri is at the other end in front of the teleprompter looking very annoyed that his presentation is being interrupted.

“It’s your building, you guest has arrived early,” She repeats to me what I’m guessing she was told over the phone.

My heart stops, “My guest?”

She nods hesitantly, “They told me it was of utmost important that you were notified.”

“Yes, you can go,” I take the phone from her hand and shoo her out.

“Hyungnim?” Seungri calls, no longer annoyed more concerned. He heard, they all heard but him and Daesung are the only ones that understand what is going on. Jooyoung is at my apartment. Yes, I’m excited that for whatever reason she chose my home to go to but at the same time I worried as to why. Is she hurt? Did they do something to her? Should I go to her?

“Yes?” I say into the phone when I remember someone is on the line.

“Hello Sir, you told us to let you know if that girl ever came here. She came in a few seconds ago and went straight to the elevator.”

“Did she seem upset? Was anyone with her? Did she look hurt at all?”

“She looked like she had been crying and there was a man with her outside the building. They looked close, he had his arm around her. I don’t think she was physically hurt, but do you want me to go check?”

I sigh, “No, I’ll be there soon, just make sure to stop the elevator at my floor so she can’t leave before I talk to her.”

“Understood sir.”

I hang up the phone and hold it tightly in my hand. Why was she crying? Who the fuck was with her? Could it face been one of her friends? I doubt her daddies would take her to me crying.

“Hyungnim,” Daesung asks this time, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, Seungri continue, I need to get out of here within the hour.”

He nods before continuing on with his speech but I’m not one bit focused on the words coming out of his mouth. My curiosity is eating me so I pull my Ipad into my lap and open my security app. Dozens of little squares pop up displaying live footage of my apartment building and my whole office. I scroll threw until I find one of a girl standing alone in a elevator. In nothing but her school uniform I begin to be concerned that she walked there in that. She must have been freezing.

I watch her nervously bounce on her toes, the door opens and she peeks out into my apartment. A frown forms on my face when she shrinks back in and begins frantically pressing every button to go down. Thankfully the woman at the desk had turned it off so my little love won’t be able to go anywhere until I get back. She tries for a few more seconds before giving up and looking up at the camera in the corner of the elevator. With a sigh she shuffles into the living room. My dogs come running at the sound of someone coming in and gleefully tackle her to the ground. I can imagine the sweet sound of her giggling, I can’t help but smile. I switch to a different camera, this one in the corner of my living room on the wall of windows facing the whole apartment.

Once she is able to get the pups to calm down she gets back on her feet and looks around nervously. I wish she wouldn’t look so uncomfortable. I know she’s only been there once but her awkwardness upsets me. She should feel at home there, I want her to feel at home there, like she can come and go as much as she wants without worry. That she could choose to stay without worry. I imagine her there all the time, wandering around the apartment in nothing but one of my t-shirts making me breakfast or letting me make it for her. I imagine her curled up next to me in bed, or her welcoming me home from a long day at work, or her moaning under me while I make love to her all night.

Hold on, she just showed up to my place crying, a good fuck isn’t what she really needs right now. She leaves her bag on one of the couches before shuffling towards the kitchen. But after only briefly peeking in she slips back into the living room and curls up on the couch. Is she hungry? It’s lunchtime; she must have not had lunch if she’s getting there now. There isn’t much in the fridge, I was planning on going shopping after work before I got her so even if she did look, she wouldn’t have much to work with. I watch for a few more minutes before she gets up and wanders down the hall. Switching cameras I see her stop in front of her bedroom door before briefly glancing at mine. Please go to mine. I don’t know why but the idea of her finding comfort in curling up in my bed gives me such pleasure.

With a deep breath she slowly makes her way down the hall and to my door. She opens the door and slips inside, forcing me to switch to the camera in my bedroom. Her back is pressed against the door as she reconsiders her decision to go inside. She slides across the floor in her thigh socks to my bed where she pokes at the covers cutely. Again she takes a deep breath and jumps onto the neatly made bed. It only takes a few seconds for her to slip under the covers and burry herself in the pillows. I can’t help but smile. She’s in my apartment, in my bed, and she choose to do it. There is a burning sensation going threw my chest that I can only identify as pride. I’ve got her.

“I’m leaving early,” I jump to my feet and announce to the room. The room goes quiet once again as I pack my things into my suit case ignoring all the curious stares or glares from the older men around me. “I’ll see you gentlemen at the next meeting, sorry for interrupting Seungri but something came up.”

He is dumbstruck for a moment at the sound of my apology; I don’t apologize. But right now, I’m over the moon and a bit heart broken and in a hurry so anything coming out of my mouth is invalid. “Hope everything is okay, we’ll stop by later.”

“Whatever,” I grab my jacket hanging over the chair and rush out the door. Whipping my phone out I begin dialing Hanbin’s number.

He answers of the second ring like normal, “Yes Hyung? Is something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong I just need you to run an errand for me. Stop by that Chinese restaurant down the block from my apartment and meet me in the lobby.”

The boy sighs, “You’re calling me to get you lunch?”

“Order two of my usual.”

He silent for a minute, “Two?”

“Two,” I echo.

“I’ll be there in a few, do you just want me to bring it up?”

“No, she seems upset, I don’t want you to scare her.”

“Understood.”

We hang up and I continue basically running threw my building to get to the elevator. The chatty crowd surrounding the elevator door automatically goes silent at the sight of me and part like the red sea to let me to the front, where I get on the elevator alone. They all seem to sense the strange aura coming off me, a mixer of excitement, anger, and worry, two emotions they don’t usually see. After getting to the parking garage and getting into my car the drive home is a fucking nightmare. I should have just ran, it would have been quicker at this point.

Hanbin is waiting in the lobby for me, two bags of food in his hands making me give him a questioning look, “That seems like more than I asked for.”

“Daesung hyung called me and said she was upset so I figured that I should grab a couple extra things for a crying girl,” He shoves the two bags into my hands. “Chocolate, ice cream, and some other sweets.”

“Thank you. Could you do me one more favor?”

The younger nods.

“There was a man who came here with her, could try to figure out who it was?”

Again he nods before pulling out his phone to call for help. I leave him to his new task to focus on the girl in my apartment. In 5 minutes I’m standing at my own bedroom door, hesitant to go in. My heart is beating frantically in my chest as I begin to think about all this could mean. Is she mine now? That one question is enough to make me push the door open slightly and slip in like she did earlier. Slowly, I walk forward and peek down at the little girl in my bed curled into a tight ball around one of my pillows. She looks so small and vulnerable with her tear stained cheeks and a small pout on her lips. I can’t help myself, I stroke her cheek softly, thinking it’s probably better than me kissing her which is all I really want to do.

Her kitten like eyes look up at me, they are red from all the crying. My heart breaks at that, “Hey Beautiful.”

“Hey.”

“Are you hungry?” I hold up the bags of food in my hand.

She smiles, “Starving.”

“Do you want to eat in bed or in the kitchen?”

“Can we eat here? I really don’t want to get up.”

I nod happily before kicking off my shoes and climbing in bed with her. After handing her a container of food and the box of ice cream Hanbin bought I decide I should probably as her something. “What happened?”

She sighs as she nibbles on her chicken, “We had a fight.”

“A fight?”

“We fought this morning and I thought we would deal with it when we got home but I guess that wasn’t the plan. Detective Lee took me from school and-“

I cut her off at the mention of that bastard, “He did fucking what?”

“He had me kidnapped from school.”

“I’m going to kill that bastard!”

“I thought that my daddies would feel the same but I was wrong.”

I can’t help but frown, “What do you mean?”

“Lee called Suho and Suho told him to keep me. That it would save him the trouble of getting rid of me himself. I’ll spare you the meaner things he said but he just didn’t care. He thinks their household will be a lot quieter without me. After they hung up I stormed out of Lee’s office crying and ran into a friend. He walked me to your building.”

I hum, “Friend?”

“Yea he caught me while I was running and gave me a warm hug.”

“What’s his name?”

She smiles to herself, “Guard dog, but I need to think of something more creative. What’s a common dog name? Spike maybe? I know that’s English but it’s easy enough to say.”

“What is his real name?” Curiosity is killing me, I’m really trying to be patient but I’m failing.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

She nods, “I just met him today.”

“You met him today?” I blanch.

“Oppa stop mimicking me. Yes I met him today. He knew who I was because of my ring, he said he works for you. Or at least he sort of does.”

“What do you mean by sort of?”

She sighs, “He said he was a consultant, killers for hire. Now please do not worry, I don’t want you to worry. I got here safe.”

It takes all of my strength not to freak out. I take long deep breathes and take a few bites of my food before responding, “I’m happy you got here safe. I just wished you had called me before you left. It’s cold out, you could have gotten sick.”

“I didn’t want you to say that you didn’t want me too,” My heart breaks at her words. “I had just been told by someone I love that they don’t want me anymore, that I’m nothing but trouble, that the only reason they did anything for me was out of pity. I couldn’t handle hearing it from someone else I love. I figured that I’d have a better chance of you not kicking me out if I was already here.”

I tried to pay attention as she continued to talk but my mind is stuck on those four words, someone else I love. I know she’s already said it to me but it’s still so new to hear it from her. Guilt settles in my stomach a moment later when I focus back on her words and realize that she’s crying. Shaking off my own thoughts I put both of our food on the nightstand before pulling her into a warm hug. She clings to me and cries quietly into my chest pouring out her heart in tears.

“It’s okay my love, I got you. I’ve always got you,” I whisper to her. She falls asleep within twenty minutes, her cries become soft little whimpers. It takes all of my strength to tear myself away from her and put all of food away so it doesn’t melt or stink up the place. I quickly return to my room and change into some sweat pants and a t-shirt. Glancing at her I realize she is still in her school uniform, “I should probably wake her up.”

After debating on what I should have her change into, something I bought for her or something right out of my closet I grimace when I settle on one of the shirts she left behind. Its Luhan’s. I know that it would either comfort her or make her cry even more but I’m going with the first. She thinks she’s mad at them but she could never really be mad at them like I can never be mad at her. As much as I hate them, they bring her comfort and I just have to accept that. Speaking of them, something isn’t right with this whole thing. I know how they feel about her and that wouldn’t just change in a day. Even if they didn’t want her they wouldn’t just let Lee have her, that bastard wants nothing more than to bring us all down. Suho even said that they would give her to me before they did anything crazy with her like kill her or sell her off.

This just doesn’t make sense. I need to figure this out. I quickly wake her up and tell her to change into the shirt I offered her, Luhan’s shirt but I think she’s too sleepy to notice. I promise to be right back before slipping out into the living room where I left my phone. Two missed calls, six messages, and a voicemail, I’m a popular man. I ignore all of is for now and call that bastard.

He answers on the third ring, “She must have told you.”

“And you must know I’m not stupid enough to believe that Suho would say stuff like that,” I growl into the phone.

He laughs, “I know, I know. That girl was just too easy to trick. I almost felt bad for how heart broken she looked.”

“What did you do?”

“I told them that their girl’s little friend was caught shoplifting and wanted Suho to help her out. It worked out perfectly since her little friend ran out after her and followed my officers to the station. After a little message sent out saying Jooyoung was with you and they figured Jihyo was with me those boys had nothing worry about.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh, “I give you an A for the idea of it all. What was your whole plan with all of this though? Break a teenage girl’s heart?”

“No, I was hoping she would have a full break down with her parents there and she’d give them up and go home with her family but they are a nasty group.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t know? I thought you two were close,” He mocks. “Her parents aren’t the warmest people. You have no idea how much it took for me to get them here even after telling them their daughter was in danger. No wonder she doesn’t want to turn you guys in, I wouldn’t want to go back to those people either.”

“You’re sick you know that?”

“I’m the good guy, remember? You are the mob boss with who knows how much blood on your hands. Don’t call me a monster for playing a few dirty punches.”

I hang up the phone. I stare at it in my hand for a few seconds before chucking it on to the marble with all my might, making the case break apart and the screen shatter. I had her. I almost fucking had her. Why did I question it beyond that? She’s in there crying that they don’t love her when they just think she let school a little early to come over. They don’t know what’s going on at all, they are fully expecting her back at midnight. I should tell her. But I really don’t want to fucking tell her, I want to keep her all to myself.


oooooooo so dramatic! Some of you turned on Suho so quickly! I was shocked!