can you imagine calling in to the police about witnessing this


A/N: ‘(Crossover)’ means that both characters from Blue Bloods and SVU appear)

Sonny Carisi 

Imagine the Christmas Shift with Carisi  (Crossover)

Imagine being secretive about why you joined SVU

Imagine Carisi seeing your childhood abuse scars 

Imagine getting shot saving a victim  (Crossover)

Imagine Sonny getting jealous after he thinks you’ve been on a date 

Imagine Sonny finding out that you’re soon to be divorced 

Imagine Carisi being worried about your safety  (Crossover)

Imagine describing to Carisi what you think love is 

Imagine taking pictures with Sonny 

Imagine arguing with Carisi about Italy versus Greece

Imagine relaxing with Sonny after a tough day 

Imagine Sonny asking you out on a date

Imagine admitting your feelings for Sonny 

Imagine Sonny proposing to you

Imagine Sonny comforting you on the anniversary of your Father’s death

Imagine your undercover job taking a toll on your relationship with Sonny 

Imagine Sonny being the person you talk to when waking up from a coma (Crossover)

Imagine Sonny settling an argument between you and your brother Danny (Crossover)

Imagine finding out you’re pregnant and not wanting to tell Sonny (Crossover)

Imagine planning your wedding with Sonny (Crossover)

Imagine cheating on your boyfriend with Sonny 

Imagine your brother Jamie comforting you after getting into a fight with your boyfriend Sonny  (Crossover)

Imagine getting jealous after Sonny reunites with his first love 

Imagine both you and Sonny being in love with each other but neither of you say anything  (Crossover)

Imagine the morning after your first time with Sonny (Crossover)

Imagine having a baby with Sonny Carisi  (Crossover)

Imagine Sonny being your partner at Reagan Family Game Night  (Crossover)

Imagine being in a relationship with Sonny Carisi (Crossover)

Imagine being first time parents with Sonny  (Crossover)

Imagine Sonny defending you after your ex-boyfriend makes a scene at the station

Imagine being Liv’s younger sister and hitting it off with Sonny

Imagine being friends with Sonny since you were kids (Crossover) 

Imagine Sonny blaming you after his girlfriend breaks up with him (Crossover)

Imagine Barba not knowing you are married to Carisi  (Crossover)

Imagine yours and Sonny’s wedding day (Crossover) 

Imagine yours and Sonny’s sons first birthday party  (Crossover) 

Imagine Sonny taking care of you after you get injured (Crossover)

Imagine Sonny blaming Barba after you get hurt because of his death threats

Imagine having to hide your relationship with Sonny while working a case with you brother, Danny (Crossover)

Imagine making up with Sonny after an argument

Imagine being partners with Sonny  (Crossover)

Imagine your boyfriend Sonny and your brother Jamie protecting you from a handsy Detective (Crossover)

Imagine waking up from a coma and seeing your boyfriend, Sonny, and your family, the Reagan again (Crossover)

Imagine your siblings, Danny, Erin and Jamie, embarrassing you in front of your boyfriend Sonny (Crossover) 

Imagine bonding with Sonny over family (Crossover)

Imagine Munch, your Dad, catching you kissing Carisi

Rafael Barba  

Imagine your sister Erin introducing you to your new ADA Rafael Barba  (Crossover)

Imagine having a heated argument with Barba 

Imagine fainting after testifying in court for Barba 

Imagine Rafael listening to you talk about how you are in love with him 

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Barba 

Imagine the pillow-talk between you and Rafael

Imagine being stuck in an elevator with Rafael 

Imagine being Rafael’s Boss

Imagine being a criminal witness in one of Barba’s trials

Imagine finding out why Barba never smiles around you 

Imagine being taken hostage while on the phone to Rafael 

Imagine your ex-boyfriend flirting with you in front of Rafael 

Imagine introducing your boyfriend Rafael Barba to your father Frank Reagan (Crossover)

Imagine Passive Aggressive arguing with Rafael

Imagine being a psychic medium and warning Barba about an attempt on his life

Imagine being Rafael’s boss (Part Two)

Imagine being taken hostage while on the phone to Rafael (Part Two)

Imagine your brother Danny teasing you about the crush you have on Barba (Crossover)

Imagine having to convince your whole family, the Reagans,to let him have your hand in marriage (Crossover)

Imagine arguing with your brothers in front of the whole squad including your boyfriend Rafael about going undercover (Crossover)

Imagine Rafael proposing to you  (Crossover)

Imagine yours and Rafaels wedding day  (Crossover)

Imagine being pregnant with Rafael’s baby   (Crossover)

Imagine Danny walking in on you and Rafael (Crossover)

Imagine Rafael, your boyfriend and your family, the Reagans,finding out you’ve been receiving death threats (Crossover)

Imagine being Rafael’s boss (Part Three)

Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and meeting the squad for the first time after you witness a crime

Imagine taking care of Rafael when he’s sick  

Imagine being Barba’s daughter and a witness at one of his trials

Imagine finding out that Rafael sometimes worries about your age difference  (Crossover)

Imagine getting into an argument with your Dad, Rafael Barba 

Imagine the squad finding out that you and Rafael are dating 

Imagine your boyfriend, Rafael, surprising you on your birthday

Imagine Rafael being in love with you while you are in relationship with Sonny 

Imagine the moments both Sonny and Rafael fell in love with you 

Imagine Rafael telling you he is in love with you while you’re in a relationship with Sonny 

-Rafael Alternative Ending 

-Sonny Alternative Ending 

Imagine Barba finding out Frank Reagan is your Father after thinking you were dating him 

Imagine the Squad trying to set you and Barba up at the station Christmas Party 

Imagine being in the middle of an argument between your husband Rafael and your sister Erin (Crossover)

Imagine Rafael finding out you can speak Spanish (Crossover)

Imagine being Rafael’s tailor

Imagine Rafael being your secret admirer 

Imagine breaking up with Rafael (Crossover)

Imagine always walking home with Rafael after work (Crossover)

THE PEOPLE ERIKA LEFT BEHIND [BarbaxDaughter Mini Series]  

(All Crossovers) 

All parts can be found here: TPELB MASTERLIST

 Mike Dodds 

Imagine bonding with Dodds over your high-ranking Fathers  (Crossover)

Imagine being Mike’s date to the Policemen’s Ball   (Crossover) 

Imagine arguing with Dodds when he calls you family after you’re attacked (Crossover)

Imagine dealing with life without Mike after his death (Crossover)

Imagine taking care of a baby with Mike  (Crossover)

Imagine getting jealous when you meet Mike’s ex-girlfriend at his high school reunion 

Imagine Mike Proposing to you (Crossover)

Imagine teasing Mike at work 

Imagine Mike accidently telling your family you’re pregnant before telling you  (Crossover)

Imagine realizing that Mike likes you back

Imagine Mike meeting your Dad, Donald Cragen, for the first time 


Imagine being Barba’s daughter and helping him learn some Italian so he can surprise Sonny at their wedding

Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and introducing Sonny as your Dad for the first time 

Imagine your Dads, Rafael and Sonny, getting protective when they find out you’re going on your first date 

Danny Reagan 

Imagine your boyfriend,Danny Reagan, asking your brother, Rafael Barba, for permission to marry you (Crossover) 

Imagine Danny getting stuck in traffic while you’re in labor  (Crossover) 

Imagine being partners with Danny

Jamie Reagan 

Imagine embarrassing yourself in front of Jamie when you first meet

Imagine being Jamie’s girlfriend and going to Reagan family dinner for the first time 

Imagine being Sonny’s sister and eloping with Jamie (Crossover)

Imagine being married to Jamie and getting held gunpoint

Imagine being Sonny’s sister and eloping with Jamie (Part Two)  (Crossover)

Imagine telling your husband,Jamie, that you’re pregnant

Imagine being Sonny’s sister, Jamie’s girlfriend and worrying about how the Reagans will react to you when you first meet them (Crossover)

Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and Jamie asking you out on a date  (Crossover)

Imagine getting into an argument with Jamie and then getting hurt while at work (Crossover)

Imagine Jamie staying by your side while you’re in Hospital (Crossover)

Imagine yours and Jamie’s wedding day (Crossover)

Imagine being in a relationship with Jamie (Crossover)

Imagine being your boyfriend Jamie’s training officer for the day (Crossover) 

Imagine a criminally good datenight with Jamie (Crossover)

Imagine not wanting to tell your fiance Jamie that you were injured on the job (Crossover)

Imagine a killer datenight with Jamie (Crossover)

Joe Reagan 

Imagine meeting Joe for the first time (Crossover)

Imagine bonding with Joe

Imagine the three year anniversary of your husband Joe’s death 

Frank Reagan 

Imagine starting a secret relationship with Frank Reagan 

Richard Stabler

Imagine getting into a relationship with your best friend Richard Stabler (Crossover)

Nick Amaro

Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Nick 

Imagine Nick not acting like himself because he thinks you like Sonny

Imagine the squad catching you and Nick flirting at work

Imagine Nick breaking up with his fiancé to be with you instead 

Imagine having to cancel your first date with Nick

Imagine Nicks daughter, Zara, letting it slip that he likes you  (Crossover)

Imagine getting back together with Nick

 Blue Bloods 

Imagine Mother’s Day as a Reagan

Imagine Arguing with your Brothers as to who will be the next Police Commissioner

SVU Detective

Imagine getting emotional during an Interrogation 

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #124 - Zootopia

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes!

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #412.

Format: Blu-ray

1) From the very start this film is excellent storytelling. The opening scene where young Judy and her classmates clearly establishes the conflict of predator vs. prey and the biases that come from that, the film’s humor and heart, and Judy as a character.

2) My mother is an actuary. My brother is studying to be an actuary. Actuaries don’t do this.

Little Jaguar: “Today I can hunt for tax exemptions. I’m going to be an actuary!”

3) Judy’s parents (Don Lake & Bonnie Hunt) are so funny in such a sad way.

Stu: “Judy, you ever wonder how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?”

Judy: “Nope.”

Stu: “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled. Right, Bon?”

Bonnie: “Oh yes, that’s right Stu. We settled hard.”

4) Gideon Grey.

Originally posted by masha-russia

Gideon is a perfect example of how nothing - NOTHING - in this film is superfluous, but I’m actually going to speak on that further into the film.

5) The police academy scene gives wonderful exposition. It sets up the environment and rules of Zootopia’s various ecosystems in a way that feeds into Judy’s conflict and character.

6) Ginnifer Goodwin as Judy Hopps.

Originally posted by floppy999

Goodwin (a massive Disney fan herself) breathes perfect life into Hopps. The best voice over work is when you’re not distracted by the voice actor. When their voice and their heart match with the character so perfectly that you don’t hear - say - Kristen Bell as Anna or Mike Myers as Shrek, you only hear the character’s. Goodwin is able to balance Judy’s massive optimism and heart along with the scenes where Judy has lost those things perfectly. I don’t think anyone else could have voiced Hopps as well as Goodwin.

7) If you want to avoid a slew of bad animal puns, don’t look too hard at Judy’s iPod.

8) “Try Everything” by Shakira.

Originally posted by raddestboy

Written by Sia, Tor Erik Hermansen, and Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, the theme song which deserved an Oscar nomination captures Judy’s optimism and struggles perfectly. The song’s lyrics speak of optimism in the face of constant failure, a theme which is very relevant to Judy in the first half of the film. It also provides the perfect backdrop to the visual introduction of Zootopia as Judy enters the city on train.

9) Subtle.

Judy [after Clawhauser calls her “cute”]: “Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a bunny can call another bunny ‘cute’, but when other animals do it, that’s a little…”

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon

10) This film really runs with the animal puns.

(GIF originally posted by @baawri)

Bogo [turning to an Elephant officer]: “Francine. Happy birthday!”

11) I love the way the filmmakers handled Judy’s office discrimination. She is treated just as a token bunny, someone who’s only there for PR. Except she was top of her class at Zootopia police academy: a difficult feat for anybody, let alone a bunny. But this just feeds into the biases Bogo already has about Judy: she’s not really that good, they just said she was because she’s a bunny. That plays into real life way more than it probably should.

12) Wow, I did not catch how entirely speciesist this line was until now:

Ice Cream Parlor Owner [to Nick]: “Look, you probably can’t read…”

Damn that’s speciesist.

13) Jason Bateman as Nick Wilde.

Originally posted by a-zootopia-fan

Remember how I said great voice over work is noted by not realizing you’re listening to a voice over artist? The same can be said of Bateman’s performance of Wilde, 100%. To start, Bateman captures Wilde’s surface level of sly con artists WONDERFULLY well. He’s devilish and charming in the same vein as Danny Ocean or Han Solo, and Bateman expresses this perfectly. But as the film progresses Bateman is also able to show off Nick’s layers. His troubled past, his occasional lack of self-worth and anger at the world. And the honest level never changes. It’s not like Bateman was hired ONLY for the slyness of Nick’s role and had to power through the rest, he’s able to do it all. It’s a great voice over for a great character.

14) The relationship between Nick & Judy is the cornerstone of this film. What I personally like about it is its honesty. There’s no BIG moment when these two meet, it’s a chance encounter which grows to conflict and then budding friendship so organically you don’t even know it’s happening.

Originally posted by surreal-teal

15) There is nothing even remotely superfluous in this film. Nick makes a comment about how he’s been running his popsicle con his whole life and that will come back to bite him in the butt later.

16) This pig is played by Josh Dallas, Ginnifer Goodwin’s onscreen partner in “Once Upon a Time” and real life husband.

17) The chase through Zootopia is an incredible amount of fun, especially when Judy and Duke get to Little Rodentia. The filmmakers are able to play with their concept in a visual entertaining and imaginative way, which in turn keeps us as the audience wrapped up in the world they’ve established.

Note: I’m going to take about Alan Tudyk as Duke later in the film, at a very specific moment.

18) Again, there is nothing superfluous in this film (a note I’m going to be making a lot):

Judy [after saving Mr. Big’s daughter]: “Love your hair.”

Mr. Big’s Daughter: “Aww, thank you!”

It is this little encounter (and, you know, the fact that Judy saved her life) that saves Judy & Nick from getting “iced” by Mr. Big later in the film.

19) Again, nothing superfluous in the film. As the “non-onions” that Duke stole end up being very important later on.

20) Disney is at its bets when it pokes fun at itself.

Bogo: “Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little musical and your insipid dreams MAGICALLY COME TRUE! So let it go.”

Originally posted by rinshi-chan

21) Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Nick’s face after Judy says she’ll arrest him for, “felony tax evasion,” after he brags to her about how he’s been running this con since he was a kid and how much money he makes?

(GIF originally posted by @animations-daily)

22) Again, with the idea that nothing in this film is superfluous: Judy’s recording pen becomes very important as the movie goes on.

23) Only Tommy Chong could play this character.

(GIF source unknown [if this is your GIF please let me know].)

Like there’s a chance he’s not even reading from a script, they just had Tommy Chong come in and told him what the movie was about and he just started talking.

24) This is the funniest part of the whole film, in my opinion.

Originally posted by officialmoviegoer

The entire DMV scene plays well not only with the concept established by the film of an animal society in a way which is funny on its own, but the continuing conflict of Judy’s eagerness, Flash’s slowness, and Nick’s desire to throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing leads to amazing comedy.

25) Did you know Kristen Bell is in this film?

Originally posted by musicallyfoxypokemon

Bell landed the role not only because of her working with Disney on Frozen, but also because she is a noteworthy sloth enthusiast (as seen on “Ellen”).

26) It is nice to see Nick freak out when he realizes he and Judy are in Mr. Big’s limo, as it shows us a part of him we haven’t gotten to look at much in the film so far.

27) Maurice LaMarche as Mr. Big.

(GIF originally posted by @rocktheholygrail)

LaMarche is a noted voice over actor known primarily for his roles as Brain on “Pinky & The Brain”, various characters including Calculon on “Futurama”, and Mr. Freeze in the Batman Arkham series of video games. Here, we get to hear the veteran voice over artist do his best high pitched Brando impression.

28) This film has its fair share of nice surprises, details and twists which keeps you on your toes. The earliest of these is the revelation that the missing mammal Judy & Nick are looking for - Mr. Otterton - was in fact the one who attacked the limo driver (and not that he was the one attacked, as originally perceived).

29) This scene gives me life.

Bogo [after Judy’s witness disappears]: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal. [Holding out hand] Badge.

Judy: But sir, we…

Bogo: Badge!

[Judy starts to turn in her badge]

Nick: Uh… no.

Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?

Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was… NO! She will not be giving you that badge.[Bogo flinches] Look, you gave her a… a… a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven’t cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you? [Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off] Here’s the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have… 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. So, if you’ll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.

30) And then there’s this…

I saw this film twice in theaters and both times I was tearing up during Nick’s backstory. Anyone who has ever been bullied as a kid for being different will relate at least a little bit to what Nick went through. And it is this scene when Nick is at his most honesty with Judy, when they become pretty good friends and form a trust with each other.


32) I did not think a Disney movie would make me jump like this (stop at 2:11).

33) This is incredibly rare for me, as someone who sees more than 60 films in theaters a year, but after Nick & Judy found the missing mammals and had the mayor arrested I had absolutely NO idea where the film was going after that. At all. I love it!

34) Nick’s face when Judy links the savage animals to being a predator…

(GIF source unknown [if this is your GIF please let me know].)

35) I had a film student criticize this film not based on the merits of its story or character’s or anything, but because they didn’t understand the metaphor. He noted that it’s not a clean comparison between white people and minorities and that’s exactly the point. This film is not about the people in power vs the people who aren’t, because who’s in power? The mayor may be a lion but the most biased character in the film - Chief Bogo - is prey. Bias goes all around and it can infect anybody, no matter what you think. Even Judy, for all her merits, is biased. She carries around fox repellent all the time and even has this line:

Judy: “It’s not like a bunny can go savage.”

That’s what I love about this film. It’s universal. It’s not about one real life society, it is about all societies everywhere and how bias can infect them and taint them and it’s up to us to work against that.

36) Fun fact: I had no idea otters were predators before seeing this film.

37) Gideon Grey returns.

Originally posted by klaus-baudelarie

If only all childhood bullies were like that, but again it gets to my oft-repeated point that nothing in this film is superfluous. Gideon could have easily been the one note bully from Judy’s youth who gave her the motivation to prove him wrong, but he comes back 15 years later in the most perfect way. She sees that people can change and that people who are good now are not always good (Gideon when he was younger, Judy when she was biased). It is a really important moment for her that was established all the way in the first ten minutes of this movie. I love that.

38) Judy’s apology to Nick and the way he handles it is something I truly love about this movie and their friendship as a whole.

And then I really love the little joke at the end about Judy trying to get to the pen and can’t help but wonder: was that written in the script? Was it Jason Bateman’s improv that made it into the film? It’s just so natural I must know!

39) Okay, I think this is the last time I will give this note, BUT NOTHING IN THIS MOVIE IS SUPERFLUOUS!!! This is most apparent to me when Nick does a little thing like expressing how much he likes the berries on Judy’s farm and it becomes so important to the plot latter when they switched out those berries with the Night Howlers in Bellwether’s dart gun.


(GIFs originally posted by @bridgetjones)

41) And it’s followed up by this!

Both characters are voiced by Alan Tudyk. Because Disney just can’t let that one slide, can they? I love it.

42) Same Duke. Same.

(GIFs originally posted by @baawri)

43) The sticky note on Bellwether’s phone earlier was for Doug, the guy who mixes the night howler drug that makes animals go savage (this is the same drug who’s key ingredient was mixed from the non-onions Duke stole earlier in the film, FOR Doug).

44) At one point Doug - who is dressed in a yellow radiation suit and makes drugs for a living - lets his client know that “Woolter and Jesse” have arrived.

Originally posted by knurd-dna-denots

And yes, they did that on purpose.

45) The entire subway chase sequence is really great, because it is based heavily on the idea of action = consequence. A ram is running at the door, he gets through and hits another ram. The train goes too fast into a turn, it tips over and Judy/Nick are up a creek. It all works very nicely

46) Honestly, I didn’t figure out Bellwether was the bad guy until just before it was revealed the first time I saw this.

Originally posted by lostchel

47) Bellwether’s line about, “Fear ALWAYS works!” to keep the people in check should not be as relevant in 2017 as it is.

48) Okay, one thing I need to know: Bellwether is in jail, Mayor Lionheart is in jail, and Chief Bogo is still the police chief…SO WHO’S MAYOR NOW!?!?!?

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

49) I know this film was pretty much a buddy cop movie, but I would be totally fine with a buddy cop movie where Nick is actually a cop.

Originally posted by blueberrycarrots

Lethal Weapon where Nick is Mel Gibson and Judy is…Danny Glover? Okay, that comparison doesn’t really work, but you get me!

50) And of course…

Originally posted by livelovecaliforniadreams

I honestly think Zootopia may be a perfectly written film, and that is not something I say lightly. I made it clear above how I find nothing in the film superfluous, which is an incredible feat I think. And they did it in a way that was never boring, with entertaining characters, an intriguing mystery, and a fun world. Zootopia may be my favorite Disney animated feature film, and it’s definitely my favorite of the “Modern Era” we’re in now (The Princess and the Frog - Present). Just a great, great, great film which deserved its Best Animated Picture win at the Oscars. A true treat all around.

In the Arms of Justice Pt 22 (Cop!Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Steve, Tony, Pepper, Sharon, Clint, Natasha, OC Sarah and Maggie Rogers. (Most only mentioned)

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Fluff, some angst. Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1263

Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.

A/N: Welp. We’re nearing the end! I’ve got one more part planned and then we’ll have to say goodbye to Detective Barnes. At least for a while. I’m so grateful to all of you for your passion and support for this series. As always, your comments and feedback mean the world to me. Thank you!!! 

<<<Part 21   Part 22   Epilogue>>> 

In the Arms of Justice Series Masterlist

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You laughed as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side. Getting lost in his gaze for a moment, you pecked a kiss to his lips and then flicked your eyes to the side to see someone approaching.

“You ready for this?” you asked Bucky, seeing the tight line of his lips.

Taking a deep breath, he grasped your hand and nodded. “Time to face the music.”


Stepping forward a few feet with you beside him, Bucky stopped in front of the goateed, dark-haired Captain. He looked vastly different than how you had seen him previously in his office and in court, which was always in a finely tailored suit. Instead, he was currently dressed in jeans and a black band t-shirt with an unzipped hooded sweatshirt over it. It was a jarring sight, like seeing your teacher outside of school or something. Bizarre.

“Captain Stark,” Bucky greeted him, extending his hand.

“Barnes,” the Captain replied, shaking the man’s hand roughly before releasing it and turning toward you. “Ms. (Y/L/N), it’s good to see you in one piece. Mostly,” he taunted, nodding slightly to the wound on your side.

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Dating Stiles Stilinski - Headcanons

Author: @writing-obrien

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/reader

Word Count: 965

Notes: Slight mentions of sex, slight mentions of nudity, slight swearing, other than that nothing really.

Originally posted by dani-sa

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  • ok but imagine Javert is the first responder to Eponine’s call to the police about her parents’ abuse
  • this means he’s involved with the trial, as a witness, which would be fine
  • except the case worker for the Thenardier children is having a hard time finding a place for them. No family can take all three (and they are NOT splitting up) and others are wary of their background
  • so she comes to Javert and is like “what these children really need is a good influence, ya know? Like a cop” and “your house is gorgeous, much too big for a single man living alone, don’t you think” and also “so what do you say? Think you can manage three kids on you own?”
  • and that’s how Javert ended up with temporary custody of the Thenardier children which would be fine
  • because Eponine and Azelma keep mostly to themselves which is fine
  • but then there’s Gavroche
  • He is always asking Javert questions, and playing pranks on the older man, or trying to snoop on his case files
  • once he almost found Javert’s porn stash of muscly, hot men (b/c lbr it’s not like he’s getting a lot of action) that almost gave the inspector a heart attack
  • but as he got to know them, he began to like them more
  • he totally saw why they didn’t want to split up, and was determined that after the lawsuit he would help them find a family
  • after seeing their parents in court, and getting an even stronger dislike of them, Javert is determined that these kids don’t end up like them
  • He plans to find them a good home…
  • only instead he decides that maybe he should be their family, so he legally adopts all three (more accurately they adopt him)
  • what I’m trying to say is just imagine singledad!Javert
  • Bonus: singledad!Javert meets singledad!Valjean at a pta meeting or something and they hit it off and maybe, just maybe they are no longer single dads… just imagine ok?
You Saved Me - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblogHey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.

Note: Okay, so, as you can tell from the title this is going to be a series. Probably only about three parts though; this is because I couldn’t stop typing when I wrote out their initial meeting and there’s only so long a post can be! :) This is almost an introduction just so you know how they met before we go further into it. It was a great request so wanted to do it justice….which I felt could be done more by making it a series. Hope you enjoy! <3 Going to put bits of their past in each part too to flesh their relationship out more. 

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2027

Warnings: Violence and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4(End)


For the third time that week you found yourself walking through the doors to The Smithsonian; you didn’t know why you were visiting once again because nothing had changed since the last time you graced the halls of this place but ever since your first visit here as a child you found that you could escape in here, forget about the worries that always seemed to creep up into your life, instead you could immerse yourself in the history of other people and simply…..forget.

The Captain America exhibit was the newest addition to the institute and, personally, one of your favourites. It wasn’t every day that you were able to see into the personal life of someone that saved thousands of lives and given that he had saved yours during the attack on New York you felt like you liked to see just what it was that had made him such a brave and courageous individual.

Some bits made you laugh, others brought a tear to your eyes, but most of all you simply found yourself smiling from ear to ear at the fact that an ordinary kid from Brooklyn had become a treasured superhero. Seemed anything really was possible.

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Just for a Case (Dean x Reader)

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 517
Warnings: Implied thoughts of cheating

    You watched Dean saunter over to the beach blonde waitress behind the counter, a charming smile pulling at his lips. You told yourself didn’t mind; you and Dean trusted each other completely. Neither of you had ever done anything to even crack the strong bond forged from years of hunting and sharing cramped motel rooms, and you strongly doubted you ever would.

    Taking a sip from your drink, you leaned back slightly in the sticky diner booth that you were sharing with Sam.

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Jims daughter Pt.1

@goalie28girl ~Can you do a Jerome valeska imagine where the reader is Jim Gordon’s daughter and is really close friends w/ Bruce. Jerome gets jealous and idk fluff… maybe a little smutty?

Oh I like the idea😊 sorry it took so long, I’m breaking it up into parts because it was turning out to be a really long story! Hope you like it!!

“Honey, could you come here for a second?” Jim asked. I grabbed his coffee and came running up to his desk.

“Sorry, sorry I know I’m late.” I set down his coffee and brushed a stray piece of hair out of my face. I had been late to the police station nearly every day this week, I guess I just liked my sleep more than documenting papers.

“I don’t know Jim. I don’t think she’s cut out for the job.” Harvey argued. I shot him a glare, and he just smirked back in my direction and looked back down at Jim. “I mean come on Jim, look at her.”

Jim looked up at me. My brown hair was thrown up into a bun, and my shirt was untucked and wrinkled. “Thanks, Harvey.” I rolled my eyes, tucking my shirt in trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

“Hey, I’m just messing with ya kid.” He turned to walk away, patting me on the shoulder in the process.

“He’s right (y/n), you’ve been late every day this week.” He scolded, handing me a stack of papers. I walked over to my desk, that was right next to Jim’s. I set down the papers and files that he had handed me and they started to spill out all over my desk. I groaned, raking my fingers through my hair.

I picked up the coffee and walked back over to him. “But hey, I brought coffee.” I gave him a little smile setting the coffee down on his desk. He looked up at me, giving me a half-smile back.

“So what’s all that paperwork?” I asked walking back to my desk, picking up a file. I flipped through it until I found a picture, the guy was wearing a bright blue sparkly leotard, with his face painted like a clown. I stifled a laugh as my dad starting talking again.

“A fight broke out at the circus Lee and I attended last night. They told us to find a lady named Lila. Then when we went around searching for Lila we found her dead, chopped up and hidden under a carpet.” He finished glancing up to see my reaction.

“Wow. Sounds like you two had an eventful evening.” I laughed setting the file back down, crossing my arms over my chest. So that explained the clown get up. “So how’d you find the body?”

“Well, when we went to Lila’s trailer we found her son. She was a snake charmer so when we let her snake out it lead us right to her dead body.” He took a sip of the coffee I had given him. “Start filing the circus should be here any second, and we need to interrogate all of them.” He leaned back in his chair taking in a deep breath. I guess he just realized how much work had to be done.

I started to walk back to my desk but stopped when I heard a commotion coming from the entrance of the police station. A heard of circus people all still in their show getups came through the door. I laughed, turning back to my dad to see his widened eyes. “Good luck!”


“Yo, (y/n)!” Harvey yelled, hitting the side of my desk.

I shot up, suddenly jolted out of my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, I was still seated at my desk. “What time is it?” I asked, groggily.

“You still have five hours left.” I let my head fall back onto the desk, groaning in annoyance. “Here,” Harvey began, setting what seemed like a packet of papers on my head. “Jim needs these, ASAP.”

“Where is he?” I murmured, grabbing the papers, flipping through them.

“Interrogation room 2.” He answered then left.

“And why exactly can’t you give them to him?” I yelled across the station.

“Too busy!” He yelled back then pushed open the doors, leaving.

“Yea too busy my ass,” I rolled my eyes, pushing myself out of my desk.

I walked across the main floor, muttering hellos to the people that passed. “Hey, Ed.” I waved across the room, grabbing his attention.

“Oh, hello (y/n). You taking those somewhere?” He questioned, gesturing to the files I was holding.

“Oh these,” I shook the papers. “Yea my dad needs em.” I smiled.

“What is it that no man wants to have, but no man wants to lose?” Ed questioned smiling at me. He always had riddles for me, it was almost like a game we played with each other.

“Hmmm,” I sighed raking my brain for the answer. “A lawsuit.“ 

“Correct!” He responded, clearly impressed. “You never fail to amaze me (y/n). You’re the only one who can answer my riddles.”

“Well, I gotta get going, Ed. Dad needs these files.” I said, lifting the files I held heading toward the interrogation room.


I looked through the glass of the interrogation room. A red headed boy was sitting there, eyes red and puffy looking as if he was about to cry. Lee was standing in the corner, while my dad was sitting at the table, across from the red headed boy and an old man.

I pushed open the doors and walked in, earning the attention of everyone in the room. “Hey, I got the files that you wanted.” I handed him the files and stood back in the corner by Lee.

“Thanks,” He responded, turning his attention back on the pair.

The red-headed boy’s eyes were trained on me, analyzing my every move. He cracked a little smile in my direction. I smiled back, trying to encourage him. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to have your mother murdered and chopped into pieces.

“Jerome. I know you did it. Why’d you kill your mother?” Jim asked. I gasped looking at him wide eyed.

Jerome started laughing manically, causing the whole room to shake with the power. His eyes looked as if they’d darkened, a dark look crossing his face. It was as if he’d just snapped.

“Hey doll, what’s your name?” He asked purring. He leaned across the table and I stood there in disbelief. “Yes you, in the corner.”

I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him shocked. I back up into Lee. She held me in a comforting hug.

“Ah! You’re good ol’ Jimbo’s daughter. Eh?” He asked giddily.

Police soon started flooding the room, placing handcuffs on Jerome. The whole time he was laughing looking at me. Jim’s jaw was locked and his eyes were fixated on Jerome. He was standing in front of Lee and me so Jerome couldn’t see us.

“Don’t worry doll! I’ll get out, and when I do I’ll come back for you!” Jerome yelled as he was dragged down the hallway, pulling against the police.  I shivered, looking down the hallway as he cackled maniacally.

“Don’t worry (y/n), it’ll be alright. He’s heading to Arkham and won’t be out for a long time.” Jim said encouragingly as he pulled me into his arms, crushing me in a tight hug.

I just nodded in return, unable to think of anything other than that laugh and smile.

—–(A couple months later)—–

“Hi Alfred, how are you?” I asked. I had just arrived at Wayne Manor. Bruce and I had been good friends ever since his parent’s death. He was always in and out of the precinct being asked questions about his mother and father’s death. I was always there, talking to him, eating with him, or sometimes just sitting there comforting him. I was a few years older than him but that made no difference we were as close as could be.

“Ah miss (L/n), what a delight.” Alfred greeted, slightly bowing.

“So what’s up? Anything new happening around here?” I smiled, as he invited me inside.

“Well, Master Wayne has decided to take an interest in fighting.” He explained as I nodded in response. He took my coat from me, setting it down on a chair. “Shall I call him down for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Alfred.”

As I waited for Bruce to come down I decided to explore the house a bit. I picked up a picture framed, dusting off the sides of it and setting it back down. It was a portrait of their family, everyone, happy and smiling. I smiled sadly, I can’t imagine how it would feel to lose both your parents and actually witness them dying together. Now on the other hand that Jerome boy murdered his mother, and yes she didn’t sound like the nicest lady but still it was terrible.

“(Y/n)?” Bruce asked from behind me.

“Hey, Bruce!” I walked over to him, giving him a hug. “How’s everything? Alfred told me you’re taking fighting lessons now?”

He nodded walking me over to the couch where we talked about everything that had been happening recently. I told him about my job at the police station and how I may be fired because I’d been late nearly every day this past week. He told me about this new girl he met, Selina, and how he didn’t know how to talk to her. Our talk was interrupted by my phone going off. It was my dad.

“(Y/n)!” He sounded frantic as he continued. “Where are you?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Wayne Manor, why?”

“You need to get home now.” He ordered. Bruce gave me a questioning look as he sat on the couch, I just shrugged in response. “Jerome escaped Arkham last night.”

I gasped, putting my hand over my mouth. “What?” I whispered in disbelief.

“Yes, come home now!” He finished, hanging up the phone. 

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked walking over to me. 

“Dad wants me to go home, family emergency.” I lied walking up to him, hugging him. I grabbed my coat, waved goodbye to Alfred and hopped in my car.

anonymous asked:

Heyaa~ could you do a RFA boys+Saeran reaction when they and MC are on a date or something, walking down the street when MC suddenly slows down, breathes heavy and finally collapses because of a circulation problem? Nothing to dangerous tho, just enough to feel the angst (≧∇≦)thank you so much my friend I love your work :')

LOL you all don’t let up with the angst requests, do you <3 this one might not be as long as the others because i’m currently feeling a bit under the weather

edit: i was wrong


  • it happened while you were walking to the convenience store with him
  • he finished a LOLOL marathon and was craving cup ramen
  • it was only after a few minutes could he really tell that you were considerably slowing down, to the point where he was barely taking a step forward
  • he started to get a bit worried at how abnormally you were breathing, given that you both weren’t even walking that fast
  • “is something wrong? are you having a panic attack?? are you feeling sick???”
  • when you suddenly fall over, he barely scrambles to catch you before you hit the ground
  • now he’s about to have his own panic attack because he has no idea what’s happening with you
  • goodbye Rational Thought
  • he’s too busy yelling your name and trying to wake you up to even consider calling for help
  • it’s okay though because some nice civilians rush over and try to gauge the situation
  • they’re 0.5 seconds away from calling an ambulance when you suddenly wake up, disorientated and confused
  • what a scene to wake up to: yoosung yelling “thank god” with tears in his eyes as you’re cradled in his arms while some people you’ve never seen are rushing to 1) hand him tissues and calm him down 2) ask you how you’re feeling
  • you sit up, rubbing your head and assuring them that you were fine, it was probably a brief bit of lightheadedness 
  • he insists on taking you to the hospital for a checkup though he’s fully prepared to piggyback ride you
  • but lo and behold the kind strangers have called a taxi for you (and paid the fare) 
  • yoosung thanks them 249 times before helping you into the car
  • literally glued to your side and holding your hand the entire ordeal
  • turns out it really was nothing serious, and he finally lets out a big breath before hugging you
  • you remember there’s a convenience store down the street so time to begin Date 2.0
  • “so… how about that cup ramen?”
  • yoosung laughs and agrees, although he insists on piggybacking you this time
  • you go along with it because he looks so determined but lowkey worried he’d get tired halfway
  • turns out he’s a lot stronger than he looks, picking you up like it’s nothing
  • “it’s from my LOLOL training, i swear”
  • “wouldn’t that only physically strengthen your fingers?”
  • “no, i always have to carry my team on my back, so i can handle carrying my girlfriend ;)”
  • “…..”
  • “it’s true! really!!”


  • he insisted on walking you home after you visited him at his practice studio
  • especially since it was getting dark out, but also because he wanted to spend more time with you
  • he thought you did too, given at the slow pace you were both taking it at
  • it’s only when you mention having difficulty breathing does he realize what was actually happening
  • he reaches for your hand so he can guide you towards a nearby bench except your knees are already giving out
  • good thing he has actor reflexes cause he the second you start falling down he twists his body underneath you so he can cushion your descent
  • he’s barely registered what was happening, just moves on instinct
  • immediately gets into a sitting position and is about to full on flip out cause wtf is happening
  • you don’t black out this time, so the whole time you’re scrambling to assure him you’re fine while apologizing for ruining his clothing
  • he still won’t calm down, busy checking over every centimeter of your body to find the source of the problem
  • “zen, i said it’s fine”
  • babe, you just collapsed!!! actually, i need to take you to a doctor, something could be wrong!”
  • “it was just a circulation thing, it’s probably not serious…”
  • he’s not having it and literally picks you up bridal style before hailing down a cab
  • you insist on walking into the hospital, but he carries you in bridal-style anyways
  • diligently massages your legs in the waiting room while waiting for a doctor to arrive
  • thankfully, it was nothing serious (just like you said)
  • although now zen always insists on walking you when he has the chance
  • “the only time i ever want you to fall down is when your knees go weak at the sight of my devastating good looks”


  • jaehee needed a break and so did you
  • she’s been muttering about a new cat project jumin proposed for the last 3 hours and it’s driving both of you insane
  • luckily, a new coffee shop opened down the street earlier that week
  • so you casually suggest taking a short walk to visit it
  • coffee? she’s sold
  • you two are both enjoying it, since these little moments together are pretty rare because of her intense workload
  • except halfway down the block, you ask to take a pause in the walk because your chest felt really tight
  • she frowns, not out of impatience, but of concern
  • about to ask a laundry list of questions about your symptoms before you suddenly sink to the ground
  • she grabbed your shoulders to ease your fall just in time
  • literally has her phone out and the ambulance contacted in mere seconds
  • you’re too busy trying to even out your breathing so you just listen to her recite the address and take instructions from the operator
  • she seems calm, although once she’s off the phone, you can tell her inner Panic is coming out
  • just stays kneeling by you and wrings her hands while you hurry to calm her down
  • “what can i do? are you hurting anywhere?”
  • “i’m really fine, jaehee. my legs just went weak for a second”
  • “that could entail more serious health concerns… we should get you examined immediately”
  • when the ambulance arrives, you move to get up and meet the responders except jaehee forces you to stay on the ground
  • that’s the gurney’s job
  • when you’re given the all-clear at the hospital, she actually asks the doctor to be doubly sure that things are fine, since she doesn’t want this to worsen or anything
  • but she’s finally convinced that it wasn’t a precursor to anything serious
  • you squeeze her hand reassuringly before giving her a peck on the cheek
  • “let’s go grab that coffee”


  • going out in public for dates was difficult since he was so high-profile
  • but he insisted on having some once in a while
  • and although you agreed and would like them, you mentioned that the paparazzi might get out of hand
  • so he rented out an entire park for a day
  • “jumin, this is a bit….”
  • “hmm, you’re right. renting just a park was too small. we’ll run out of things to do quickly”
  • “that is definitely not what i meant, but i appreciate the sentiment”
  • nonetheless, the park is rented, so you two start off with a stroll
  • you’re on one of the walking trails when you suddenly lose your breath and sink to the ground
  • jumin doesn’t even skip a beat, calling for his guards and they’re over there in a flash
  • he insists on being the one to carry you back to the car, though
  • you were out of it for a few minutes, so you missed the rare opportunity to witness Frantic Jumin
  • when you wake up, your head’s in his lap and you can feel the car rumbling underneath you
  • he tells you not to move around and relax, since they’re heading to the hospital
  • you’re lowkey kind of touched to see the immense worry in his eyes
  • “sorry for ruining the date… after all that effort…”
  • “don’t apologize, my love. i can rent the park again anytime not what you meant, jumin so you just focus on letting me know immediately if anything feels uncomfortable or painful”
  • he has multiple doctors come in and take you through a variety of examinations to be extra confident that you’re going to be fine
  • now that everything’s resolved, he promises that next time he’ll rent out an amusement park for the two of you


  • you two decided to take a walk and visit the nearby pet store 
  • cause cats
  • you’re both energetically chatting like usual as you walk down the block
  • until you come to a halt, one hand grabbing onto his sweater sleeve
  • he thinks you spotted another fat squirrel again or something 
  • but you’re literally hyperventilating and he literally whirls around in a panic
  • right before you collapse he grabs you and prevents you from falling
  • although he gets to the ground so that can have a stable hold on you
  • for a terrible moment he thinks that someone who was after him (cause of his agent/hacking life) got the hit on you instead
  • some passing people run over to see what’s wrong but he doesn’t even register them
  • he’s too focused on trying to wake you up and figure out what’s wrong
  • only when he hears someone mention the police does he whip his head up, trying to get a look at the faces of the people crowding him
  • just to make sure he didn’t recognize any potential threats
  • you come to just as the ambulance arrives and he almost bursts into tears
  • he was so worried you’d never open them again
  • will not leave your side the entire ride, even though you tell him you’re fine now
  • when the doctors explain it a brief circulation problem, he presses for specific details to make sure nothing worse was happening
  • holds your hand the entire time almost like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go
  • once you both leave the hospital, but he’s still shaken up
  • you ask if he still wants to visit the pet store, and he says “only if you feel well enough to go”
  • “i’m always well enough for cats, seven, and so are you”
  • on the walk there, he upgrades from holding your hand 24/7 to keeping an arm around your shoulder
  • “seven, they said i’m fine. so stop worrying”
  • “….yeah”
  • there’s a few seconds of silence before you go “woah, look at how fat that squirrel over there is”
  • he finally cracks a smile at that


  • he was walking you home after picking you up from a meeting with a potential party guest
  • he still doesn’t particularly like crowds, so he sticks considerably close to you when walking down the busy sidewalk not that you’re complaining
  • he frowns when you mention feeling a bit dizzy, discreetly trying to step out a bit so he could create more space for you
  • he actually notices you’re about to faint before you do, so he catches you with ample time
  • of course, some good samaritans dash over to make sure everythings alright, except saeran won’t let them anywhere near you
  • literally glaring daggers at anyone who tries to get close
  • you come to and find yourself squished against saeran’s chest
  • “saeran…? crap, did i faint?”
  • “…..are you okay?”
  • “i’m fine, sorry, let me just get up and–”
  • “no. stay still. you might collapse again”
  • “but–”
  • “no”
  • you know better than to argue with him, so you comply
  • the samaritans (still keeping a fearful distance) call out that the ambulance arrived, and saeran carries you over to the vehicle
  • he thanks the strangers via a very stiff nod of acknowledgement he tried okay
  • cue loooong awkward ride to the hospital because even the responders are feeling awkward at the intense stares saeran’s giving them
  • although you’re enjoying the way he occasionally asks if you’re still feeling alright (since him acting so concerned for an extended period of time is very rare)
  • the doctors confirm this wasn’t anything major, and that it shouldn’t happen a second time
  • on the way out, you notice he keeps glancing at you
  • to the point where you ask him what’s wrong
  • for a long minute, he doesn’t say anything and you’re about to drop the subject when he goes “i’m glad you’re okay”
  • well there goes your heart
A Blind Path Home, Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: angst, a scene where reader get’s physically harassed.

A/N: A huge thank you to @yourtropegirl & @heyitssilverwolf for beta-ing this first part. You’ve helped so much!

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


The air was cold and dampened as the group infiltrated the small Hydra bunker. Their recon mission was to retrieve Hydra’s plans for a new facility that was to be built somewhere in Bulgaria. Steve ordered a quick sweep of the place, each one of them taking a different room. Bucky had gone into the room to the right of him and immediately came face to face with a small- framed man, who threw his hands up in the air. Bucky grabbed him by the throat and pushed him down on a chair. Seeing the man in a Hydra facility only fueled the pent up anger in Bucky. He squeezed his titanium hand tighter around the man’s throat, the inner ruthless soldier within him starting to come out.

“Please!” the man croaked out desperately, his hands thrashed against Bucky’s chest. “I-I have vital information.”

Bucky grunted and squeezed harder, “What do you know?”
“Y/N Rogers, I know where she is.”  

The Winter Soldier’s eyes went wide as he let the man fall to the ground, watching the man as he rubbed his throat to soothe the bruises that were forming. Bucky yelled out to Steve, who was in another room interrogating a Hydra personnel. 

“What it is, Buck?” He called out.

Bucky yelled his name again, his voice weak and tight, the feeling of uneasiness growing in the pit of his stomach. Immediately, Steve ran into the room and looked at Bucky’s pale face and the gasping man on the ground. Steve hesitated as he walked closer, afraid Bucky had taken it too far and now was in distress. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked with a look of compassion taking over his normal, stern look.

"Tell him,” Bucky growled, looking down at the frightened looking man on the floor. But the man stayed silent, so Bucky grabbed him roughly by the arm and hoisted him up. “Tell him, now.”
The threat in Bucky voice was all the encouragement the man needed. He cleared his throat and looked up at Steve, opening his mouth to say the words not even Captain America would be prepared for. “I know where your wife is.”
Steve glared into the man’s eyes,chest heaving up and down.
“Yeah, I do too,” Steve’s eyes flickered to his friend’s and back to the man. “She’s buried in Green-Wood Cemetery, Brooklyn, New York. I bring her favorite flowers to her, purple tulips every Sunday." He does his best to keep his voice from trembling and to mask the pain he felt, the pain that kept him awake almost every night. 

"No, she was never buried there,” the man stated. “She’s alive, you’ve been wasting your Sundays, bringing flowers to an empty grave.”

Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulder as the he lunged at the man. “Steve,” he said calmly, trying to get his friend’s attention.
“He’s lying!” Steve yelled at Bucky, his hand reaching for the man’s throat, but a metal hand held Steve back from the man who was cowering back.

“You go sit in the next room, do not move a damn muscle.“

Steve watched as Bucky spoke into his comm, telling Natasha to make sure the man didn’t leave her sight. She questioned why, but  Bucky just groaned and told her, "Just do it, we need him.”  
Bucky released his grip from Steve’s shoulder and sighed, “What do you think?”
“Come on, Buck. He’s lying, Y/N is- she’s gone,” Steve resigned with his eyes closed. He could still picture the day the two of you met, one of Bucky’s double dates fiascos back in 1940.

“Chin up, kid,” Buck patted Steve’s back. “She’s going to like you.”
“I’ll be glad if she just doesn’t run away,” Steve tucked his hands into his trousers pockets.
“She’s a real fool if she doesn’t like you,”  Bucky smiled at his friend. “Let’s go, don’t want to keep the girls waiting.”

“I don’t want to do this, Rose,” you complained slowing down behind your friend, her brown locks bounced as she halted and turned to you. “Don’t you dare back out now, Y/N!”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” you held up your hands in defeat. “Tell this Bucky guy I’m sorry, his friend too.” You spun around and walked toward the subway. Rose called out your name but you kept walking.

“I’m sorry Steve, she wasn’t feeling well,” Rose said sympathetically.

Steve smiled softly and shrugged. “It’s not because she saw me, is it?”

“No! Honest! She sends her apologies,” Rose insisted bringing a hand to Steve’s shoulder before looking to Bucky. “We can arrange this for another time.”

Steve watched Bucky’s face drop but quickly recover, “Yeah, sounds good.”

“No, you two go on. I’m going to head home,” Steve urged the pair but Bucky hesitated.

“Sorry Rose, how about tomorrow night? Me and you, doll?”

Rose smiled widely, “It’s a date, I better go check on Y/N. See you fellas.”

The two men watched Rose stroll off, Steve smiled to himself, “Y/N’s a nice name.”

“She sounds like a damn fool, if she passed up a date with you. Come on kid, let’s go watch a movie.”

You were taking the trash out from the bakery where you worked. It was the last duty of your shift. You wanted to go home, but as soon as you stepped foot in the alley behind the bakery; you knew trouble was brewing. A young man was leaned against the opposite wall, smoking a cigarette. Eyes watched you as you disposed of the trash. You held your breathe, hoping to go unaccosted.  Throwing the trash in the bin, you quickly turned to head back through the bakery’s back exit, but two pair of hands grabbed at you.

“Come here, beautiful,” the man’s voice was deep, gravely, and filled with venom. You tried to scream but he clapped his hand over your mouth. “Oh come on. Be nice.”

He pushed you up against a wall, as you tried to fight him off. You kicked his shins, causing him to jerk back.

“Get away from me!” You screamed edging toward the door, but he lunged at you.


A man’s voice grabbed your attention, it was a small-framed fella. His fist up in the air, as though he was ready to fight. Your heart dropped, afraid your assailant would hurt the fragile looking man.

“Mind your own business, kid,” the man yelled, moving toward you once again. You stepped backwards into the trash bin, your eyes flickered to the blond man. His eyes were filled with confidence as he stepped toward the other man.

“Leave the lady alone,” he demanded.

“What’s a stick like you going to do?” The man sneered, looking the young opposer up and down.

“You’d be surprised,” he answered with a smirk that angered your attacker.

“You little shit,” he growled as he landed a punch on the blond man’s face. You yelled and jumped on the back of the attacker, trying to pull him away from the young man.

“HEY!” A loud voice had you whipping your head up, a handsome brown haired man ran toward the commotion. He grabbed you off the man and quickly punched the man in the face twice.

“Get the hell out of here, before I call the police!” His voice was strong, filled with anger. You watched as the man scurried away, pushing the blond man out of the way. Immediately you ran to him and cupped his face.

“Are you okay?” your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

His blue eyes looked at you and something clicked inside you, he winced when you touched his bruising cheek.

“Couldn’t be better,” he joked, wincing when you touched his cheek.

“Listen,” you looked over to the brown haired man. “Give me a minute, to get my things. My apartment is a few blocks away, I have a medical kit at home.”

Both men nodded and watched you run into the bakery. You clocked out, grabbed your coat and purse; you were afraid the blond man would be gone, so you smiled when he stood there next to the other man.

“Come on, it’s the least I can do,” you motioned for the two men to follow you., each flanked you at your side.

“Y-you don’t have to,” the blond mumbled.

“Come on Steve, let the pretty lady take care of you,” the brown haired man chuckled. Your eyes flew to the blond man, he gave you a small smile.

“Listen to your smart friend, Steve,” you nudged him lightly. His piercing blue eyes gazed at you, causing warmth to blanket over your body.

Within a few minutes, the three of you were inside your small basement apartment. You told the two men to make themselves at home, while you went to get  your kit. Steve looked to his friend, who was walking around the apartment. There were canvases everywhere, beautifully painted. Steve walked over to a canvas that was leaned against the window, it was a portrait of an older woman; her green eyes were bright and her smile soft. Steve’s hand moved toward the painting, his fingers inched from touching it when you walked in.

“It’s still wet,” you smiled at Steve and held up the first aide kit. Bucky stood by as you motioned for Steve to take a seat on the blue couch.  

“It’s my mother,” you touched his chin and turned his head slightly. “She passed a few years ago.”

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

You rubbed gently at his cheek and let out a soft sigh, “Thanks, but I don’t wallow. She taught me better.”

He smirked, trying to think of something clever to say, but instead remained silent. You took out a cotton ball and dabbled at the blood on his cheek, he winced and you couldn’t help but laugh. Steve’s eyes moved to his friend, who was looking at his watch.

“Got somewhere to be, Bucky?” he questioned.

Your eyes shoot over to the man standing, “Barnes? Bucky Barnes?”

“Guilty,” he smirked.

“You never called my friend Rose back,” you stated. Steve grinned up at his friend, eager to witness how he would see his way out of this one.

“Well-” he started but you shook your head.

“She was so devastated, she ran into the arms of Todd Johnson,” you placed a small band aide on Steve’s face and closed the kit.

Bucky sighed, “I guess it’s my loss.”

“Well,” you admitted, “It’s probably my fault, I was suppose to go on that double date she had set up with you. But I don’t like blind dates, they make me nervous and insecure.”

Steve’s eyes widen to his friend, who smiled like a big goof.

You looked from Steve to Bucky, “What?”

“You’re Y/N,” Steve spoke softly.

“How did you..”

“I was your blind date,” he confessed quietly, hoping you wouldn’t be disappointed.

You looked to Bucky for confirmation and he gave you a curt nod.

“Wow,” you sighed out loudly and reached out for Steve’s hand. “I’m a damn fool.”

The team was back on the aircraft headed back to the States, after completing the mission. Steve was staring out the window, thinking about the day he had met you. The way you looked at him in your small apartment, it had shaken him to his core. And when you asked if he would like to go on a date, he thought you were kidding. You laughed and told him if he didn’t want to, it was fine. Of course he practically jumped out of his seat and told you that he’d love to take you out. He remembered the walk home after he left your apartment with Bucky, he felt like a million bucks. Like the luckiest man alive and he was, because you had loved him in a way no one ever did, or could. The clouds cleared and he watched the world down below him, wondering if what the man had said was true.That you were out there somewhere alive. Guilt betrayed him, when he thought for a moment how maybe he didn’t want to see you. You’d be at least 99 years old now, would you even know who he was? Could he face you, after all this time? Would you be angry?

“Steve, what should we do? ” Bucky placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know Bucky,” he sighed. “How do we know he’s telling the truth?”

“We don’t, but don’t you think we owe it to Y/N to find out?”

“You were always on her side,” Steve replied trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, well she was cuter than you,” Bucky smacked Steve on the back playfully.

“She was amazing,” Steve whispered out, his eyes locked on the Earth down below. He felt determined then, to find out if you truly were alive somewhere. And even if it meant that he’d only get a small amount of time with you, he’d take anything. If it meant seeing your beautiful face again.

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What a Mess

An idea I had, hope you like.

WARNING! Explicit drug abuse, cursing, gang affiliation, and murder.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Lance screeched and ran over to his brother, he ripped him away and stared at the scene before him in horror.

“What. tHE. FUCK?! s-shit, Fuck man! Why would… What do we do?!” Lance wailed as he backed away in disgust, almost tripping in the process. His older brother stood next to him with a bloodied brick in his hand. Both of their faces were painted with a vibrant horror as they stared at the body lying on the floor.

“I- I d-didn’t m-mean too,” Lance’s brother, Abel, quivered as he dropped the brick in his hand and stared at the blood dripping from his hand in panic. Abel raised his head and looked at Lance in insanity. “H-he attacked me! It was self defence!”

“You killed him! That’s not self defence, that’s fucking murder!” Lance yelled and grabbed his brother by the scruff of his collar, Lance towered over his brother.

“Lance, quiet.” Abel hushed and grasped Lance’s arms, trying to pry them off of him.

“We’re in the middle of FUCKING NOWHERE!” Lance yelled and spread his arms out, gesturing to the empty, cold backyard around them that was littered with the signs of a party…. and now a crime scene, “If you didn’t notice, the party ended hours ago, you were too busy fucking his girlfriend.” Lance mockingly whispered to his brother.

They were in their own backyard, all of their family had gone for the weekend and they had thrown a party in the backyard. Their house was miles away from any other house so they were isolated.

“He came here specifically to fight me!” Abel yelled, anger over taking him, “Listen here little bro, it’s not my fault.”

“It’s exactly your fault, you killed him!” Lance yelled and shoved Abel back, “And you fucked his girlfriend, which maybe you shouldn’t have done in the first place!” Lance said sarcastically.

“We can’t tell anybody about this, Lance” Abel said desperately. “I’ll go to jail.”

“Well, what do you suggest we do then, huh?” Lance crossed his arms and looked down at his brother, Abel looked at Lance silently. “Huh?” Lance repeated.

“I don’t know, I don’t know!” Abel wiped his face with his arm and muttered ineligibly. “Oh god, I’m going to jail aren’t I?”

The two stood in a tense silence, both avoiding looking at the body before them while thinking.

“…. You know Alec?” Lance questioned after a thick silence and Abel nodded. “your close to him…… right? His father’s the president of the gang around here, maybe they can cover this…” 

Lance brought his hand to his face and crouched down, he felt sick…. Disgusted. In himself for even trying to cover a murder, his brother for murdering someone, and the metallic smell coming from the direction of the body. He felt like puking.

Abel whipped out his phone and began ringing Alec. Lance knew that this might end up involving his family in something they should never be involved in, but he couldn’t let his brother go to jail- no matter how much of a fuck up he was.

After explaining to Alec what had happened Alec said he’d get his dad to sort it all out, that they’d be fine and not to worry. But they’d owe them. Lance couldn’t help but worry, though. They were getting into things they shouldn’t be. Mama warned them to stay away from that life, not to do anything that’d end in jail, and here they were. Getting the local gang to cover a murder for them.

“Why the fuck did you even do it?” Lance said to his brother, drained from the whole fiasco.

“I- I don’t know, I-I didn’t think!”

“Obviously fucking not!”

Some people had come, covered then taken the body and told them to burn everything that had gotten blood on it, not to bother cleaning it. What they had planned on doing with the body, Lance didn’t want to know. They just did as told.

A day or two later, news of a teenage boy being found in a creek on the opposite side of town surfaced. The news said it was possibly gang related but no suspect has been found.

They might just be clear.

“Lance!” Lance was walking down the halls of his school with his hoody casted over his face, eyes sunken so deep with signs of sleepless nights. Caused by a bloodied face haunting his nights, with the metallic smell lingering under his nose.

He looked up and a small person came into view., “Heyyyy, Pidge, my man.” Lance fist bumped them and yawned.

“Have you seen the news?” Pidge asked and Lance shook his head.

“Apparently they’ve found the killer of that boy,” Pidge said and Lance jerked away from Pidge in shock.

“What do you mean?! Who is it?” Lance whispered and pulled Pidge to the side of the hallway.

“It’s a guy… uhh I think his name was… Shiro?” Pidge said questioningly and brought her hand to her chin, “Or maybe that was the witness, I don’t know but all I’ve heard is that the trial’s soon.”

“Shit,” Lance whistled, he frantically wanted to go and get Abel, no…. he needed to go see Abel. Lance looked around nervously before looking down at Pidge. “Sorry, I have to go do something.”

Lance took off without another word and Pidge blinked in shock. “Lance?!”

He was already gone, out the school gates and down the road. In the direction of his house.

“ABEL!” He banged through the front door of his house, he was on a mission. Lance searched through the house, no one was home. “ABEL!!”

A loud bang and running was heard from the garage, a few seconds later Lance’s brother came skidding around the front door. Lance sniffed the air and stormed up to his brother, he grasped him by the shoulder and pulled him close. Lance sniffed his brothers collar suspiciously.

“Are you serious? You’ve been smoking weed? Who the hell’s out there with you? Mamma told you she didn’t like when you smoked here.” Lance headed out the door, his intent to see who was with Abel. But- before he could check- Abel stopped him.

“Wait, I have something to tell you,” Abel said and Lance looked at him questioningly. “They’ve successfully framed someone,”

“They’ve? You mean the gang?” Lance questioned, “So that was on purpose?”

“Yeah, we’re clear,” Abel explained and Lance looked at him in disgust.

“What? By making someone- possibly innocent- take your punishment?” Lance leered and shoved his brother, “Couldn’t they have just made it a mystery? Cleaned the body and them voila, evidence is gone?”

“The gang would’ve been framed somehow, they had to pin it on someone!” Abel whispered and grabbed Lance’s arm roughly, he lead him out to the garage. Lance stumbled behind and yelled at his brother angrily.

“Are you seriously trying to justify any of this right now?!” Lance hissed and yelped when Abel threw Lance through the garage door and slammed it behind them. Lance stumbled but quickly straightened himself up.

“Who’s this?” A deep baritone voice came from the table and Lance jumped in fright. He whipped his head to the centre of the dark room and he locked eyes with a man who looked a few years older than himself sitting with a glass of some sort of alcohol in his hands. He had a whitE lock on his forehead and was wearing jeans and a button up white shirt.

“Calm down. Shiro this is my brother, the one I told you about.” Lance looked between his brother and the man on the table. His mind snapping back to what Pidge had told him.

“You’re the witness?” Lance scoffed and brushed the dirt off of his jumper. “Why’re you here?”

“I’m here to discuss the debt you two are currently in.” Shiro said and stood up. Lance eyed him suspiciously.

“Well, what’s your price?” Lance said and his brother nudged him. The look on Abel’s face was one of horror, hoping his brother wouldn’t make matters worse. Lance glared at his brother before facing Shiro once again.

“We we’re just going to ask for money but they decided we needed a runner,” Shiro said and shrugged, “We’ve been loosing an awful lot of them recently, the police have really been closing down on us.”

“So you need a delivery kid who has no connection to the gangs around here?” Lance elaborated and sighed when Shiro nodded and tipped whatever was in his glass down his throat.

“For how long?” Lance asked, dreading the answer.

“For you, until the higher ups say otherwise. I just got patched so I have no power to be able to tell you that.” Shiro shrugged and looked at Lance directly. “And because your brother is close with the president’s son he is already on the police’s list.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lance’s mouth dropped in shock and he turned on Abel. Abel was fidgeting nervously and looked at Lance apologetically. “So I have to be a fucking runner because you murdered someone?!”

“It won’t be that bad! Won’t it be worst to know you sent your brother to jail?” Abel shouted worriedly.

“I’m thinking maybe that would’ve been for the best… Shiro how do we work this out? Is there any other way that doesn’t need me to be a runner?” Lance directed to Shiro who had sat down after getting himself some more drink.

“No, it really isn’t my call.” Shiro said and sighed. “You’ll be my underling, my first one actually…”

“….. Fine,” Lance spat and pulled out his phone after glaring at his brother. “Do you want my number or something?”

Shiro agreed and pulled out his phone as well, Lance went to the table and sat down next to Shiro. Shiro handed Lance his unlocked phone and Lance quickly input his number.

“That will be all, you better be willing to drop everything else if you’re contacted.”

Lance simply nodded and Shiro quickly took his leave.

Lance put down the bong and slowly released the smoke in his lungs. “Jesus christ man… What’re we going to do?”

“I have no clue…. Maybe I should’ve just confessed…. then you wouldn’t have been pulled into this all.”

“They would have found a way to charge me too, possible locking me away for assisting you or some bullshit like that.” Lance huffed and took a gulp of the liquor.

“You’re a minor, I doubt they would have put you in jail.” Abel sniffed back his tears and lit up the bong.

“What’s done is done…. “ Lance whispers. “Nothing else we can do now…”

They let the conversation die as they both got lost in their thoughts. Lance couldn’t help but think of where this would lead to for him. What his future would hold, he was officially involved in the gang, that hadn’t quite sunk in before. He was now officially the accomplice of a murder, that also hadn’t quite sunk in earlier.

He was fucked, utterly and truly fucked and he had no clue how to un-fuck his life. No clue how to get out of this pit his brother had dug for him. He was stuck…

“Fucking Abel..” Lance bitterly spat and threw his glass at the wall before storming out of the garage and up the path to the house. He was looking down at his feet as he walked and didn’t see the looming figure in front of him until he bumped into them.

He tumbled to the ground with a loud thud and looked up in fear. There, standing all his glory, was Hunk. Precious Hunk, never-hurt-a-fly Hunk. Hunk, who would always be in Lance’s corner.

He had no clue why but his eyes began to water, tears forming in his bloodshot eyes. The tears slowly began to drip down his flushed face then they were streaming down in a steady river.

“L-Lance?!” Hunk yelled and pulled up his friend, “Buddy what’s the matter?”

Lance wavered on his feet for a few seconds before burying his head into Hunk’s shoulder and bawling. He cried while clinging onto Hunk.

“I-I fucked up so bad,” Lance sobbed out in a wavering voice and Hunk rubbed his back reassuringly. “I- my life’s fucked, I’m going to jail”

“Woah woah, Lance!” Hunk said and pulled Lance away at arms distance, “Jail?”

Lance simply nodded and Hunk sighed, leading Lance into the house and down the halls to Lance’s shared room. He shut the door and locked it behind them. Lance sat down on his bed and hid his face in his hands.

“What’s this about you going to jail?” Hunk said and crouched down in front of Lance and pulling his hands into his own warm ones.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Lance whispered and looked up at Hunk desperately. Hunk nodded but that wasn’t enough for Lance. “Promise?”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Hunk said and before Lance could hesitate he blurted it out. Spilled it all so quickly he didn’t have time to stop and think about the words coming out of his mouth.

Hunk listened in a somber silence and tears began falling from his eyes as well.

“….” The two sat in silence as they let the situation sink in.

“Lance.” Hunk whispered, fear in is voice. Unadulterated fear for his childhood friend. “Oh no…. nononno…. Lance”

“Hunk. “ Lance spoke hoarsely and gripped Hunk’s hands. “Please don’t tell anyone…”

“Lance… My ‘uncle’-” Hunk air quoted.”Coran, he’s the head of a sister gang… I could get him to look out for you” Hunk whispered desperately, “He will help you, he likes you,”

“I’ve met him?” Lance whispered, trying to remember back to anyone named Coran.


“Will it put me in even more shit with the gangs?” Lance asked, worried for his future and more importantly his family.

“No, if he says to protect you they will protect you. Your family as well.”

“… Okay… I trust you, Hunk.” Lance said and hugged Hunk once more, “I trust you. 

Red Lipstick and Leather Jackets

I haven’t had the chance to read it over so I apologise for any mistakes!

In the middle of the room, there’s a desk ringing around in a circle. It’s made of marble and shaking vines of grey stone runs through the beige. The lights dangle from the high ceiling and they cast a yellow glow over every inch of the room.

People are standing around, leaning against tables, sitting on chairs. They hand over cheques and withdraw money, their hearts beating at a regular pace, much to Justin’s disappointment.

He can see Y/N standing just outside the double doors. Her hands are drumming against the side of her thigh while she looks from left to right. He can see she has her leather jacket wrapped tightly around her body and he knows it’s because her weapon is being held within.

Justin let’s his eyes linger on her for a few seconds longer than he should. As though she can feel his blazing eyes burning into her back, Y/N turns and glances in through the doors. She can see him watching her and she sends him a wink, followed by her blood-red lipstick sending him a kiss. He grins evilly with both lust and adoration for his girlfriend-stroke-sidekick and winks back in her direction, hoping no one catches on to dishonest scheme the man and woman in the matching leather jackets are preparing for.

In the small pocket of his jacket, the 44 Magnum gun sits quietly, it’s cool exterior burning his hand. The pad of his thumb tapped the side of it continuously as he awaited the perfect victim.

A well-built man walks by and Justin is far too experienced to know it would be a mistake to attack someone of that size, so he shifts his gaze away and manages to clock a man who seems to be trembling as he walks. Draped in a fancy suit with spectacles on the bridge of his crooked nose, the hair on the bank manager’s head is thinning and it’s clear to Justin that he’s the one he needs.

In two seconds Justin manages to turn swiftly and pull the man into a headlock so that his arm is digging into his Adam’s Apple. A shriek emits from the dry lips of Justin’s helpless prey and fingernails as sharp as pins dig into his arm. As a result, Justin presses the head of the gun against the shining temple of the man.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Justin whispers before pointing the gun back to the crowd of cowering people. “Now, listen up! Things are about to get interesting!” Justin lets out a sharp laugh with a huge grin on his face. There’s a mad look in his eye.

No one dares to move with the barrel of the gun staring at them, instead they raise their hands in the air or curl in up in a ball on the marble floor.

“I want all of you to sit pretty for a little while, I don’t really want to hurt any of you but if you move even a muscle, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out and paint a picture on these lovely marble walls with your innards.” He walks slowly into the middle of the room - the manager now sweating heavily under Justin’s grip - and still wears a devilish grin on his lips. “Now, come on Mr. Bank Manager. You’re gonna show me where you keep your treasure.”

“W-what do you want?” the shaking mess asks hesitantly.

“Have you not caught on yet? I want all of your money. D’you think you’ll be able to show me where you keep it?”

“We, we don’t keep it all here, on-only a percentage-“

“And that percentage is what I’m after. Lead the way, Sir,” Justin chuckles roughly into the manager’s ear and it sends a shiver down his spine. His feet threaten to give way beneath him but Justin’s grip forces him to stay on the balls of his feet.

The two men walk slowly around the room, Justin’s gun glares at anyone that makes the slightest movement or the slightest whimper of panic.

“There’s s-some in there.” A shaking finger points towards the cash register behind the high marble desk. “We have tills to-“

“I don’t need to know the bank’s fucking history,” Justin hisses and begins to stride towards the till. He frees the man of his strong hold and points the gun towards his head. “Open it.”

While Justin is busy making his way around the machines and the hidden safes throughout the bank, Y/N hangs around outside under the warm sun. There’s a gun hidden in the depth of her jacket and she can feel its figure against the palm of her hand. She can feel the high levels of power she has with such an object and it sends a wave of recklessness through her entire being.

She risks a glance inside every now and then and she’s able to see Justin pacing around. His hair falls in his face and every now and then, he’ll bother to swipe it back. She remembers the feeling of each strand passing her fingers when she does it for him.

He doesn’t have the slightest look of doubt or fear in the way the way he presents himself and she licks her lips with lust for him.

She realises she’s distracted herself and she quickly shifts her attention back to her surroundings. There’s men and women going about their day, oblivious to what they’d witness if they just turned their attention to anything but their phones or the pavement passing under their feet.

It takes at least another ten minutes before her phone buzzes in her pocket. Not wanting to look too suspicious, she takes her time pulling it out and answering it.

“Get in here, babygirl,” Justin’s deep voice rasps through her ear as though he was stood directly beside here. “I have some friends I want you to meet.” A throaty chuckle chases his words before the line cuts off. I turn on my heels and push open the double doors.

“There she is!” Justin grins madly while holding a gun to the man’s temple. “Mr. Bank Manager, you guys,” he says, waving the gun effortlessly towards the group of flinching men and women, “this is my sweetheart. Isn’t she a beauty?”

Y/N comes to Justin’s side, resting her arm on his shoulder. A small smile plays on her lips but she says nothing.

Robbing the banks and keeping watch is the part she loves; taking money from those who had too much, but frightening the victims and playing with their lives is Justin’s strong point.

“You know,” Justin starts, as though it was the first time he had spoken in a while. “This has been fun. We should do this again.”

The panic on the people’s faces doesn’t seem to disappear but instead, they seem to worsen.

“Princess.” Justin turns to look at Y/N. “After you,” he says and licks his lips when his eyes latch onto the bright red lipstick.

Y/N stares back, a subtle smirk now playing on her lips as she realises her favourite part is coming up; the part where the pair of them because insanely rich in a matter of seconds. She sways her hips because she knows Justin is watching, and her eyes shine onto the sacks that having kindly been filled to the brim with wads of money. She guessed it was Justin’s way of keeping the group busy. 

“Well,” Justin announces. “We’ll be getting off.” Y/N can almost hear the relief setting into everyone’s bodies at Justin’s words. “Is the van outside?” he mutters into her ear. It startles her because she isn’t aware he’d moved across the room. Turning to look at him, she can see him watching her with a hungry look. She nods. “Grab a bag, baby, this is all yours.”

She’s unable to let the idea of it have an affect on her because his lips come in contact with hers and she’s taken under. They’re hot, harsh and hungry for her, and she’s more than happy to give they what they want. Justin growls against her lips in the way he knows she loves, a wave of affection washes over her.

All the while, the gun in Justin’s hand has lowered and Y/N thought it was lucky that no one in the room had the confidence to strike while Justin was distracted.

She watches for a moment as he while his phone out of his pocket to call the few men they had dragged along to help them at this time. Y/N can’t help but notice how the roughness of his face makes him look so attractive. He has a slight mad look in his eyes and she adores it. She remembers a few nights ago when she told him she thought a beard would suit him, and she notices he’s now a few days unshaven.

He turns back to the crowd and continues watching guard, the gun was now in full force. She has to shake her head from left to right to bring herself out of the trance she’d fallen into before grabbing a few of the hefty bags and heading for the door. It opens as her fingers are about to wrap around it, and three familiar faces appear.

She doesn’t have to speak to them; they merely nod at her before silently making their way towards the heap of bags of money. Y/N can hear Justin entertaining the group as they load the van.

Because they’re eager to escape with success, it takes just under fifteen minutes for all the bags to be transferred. Once they’re ready, Justin begins to retreat for the door, making sure the group of - still - shaking men and women don’t move a muscle.

“If you’re going to call the police, please refrain from doing so until we’ve managed to get within a decent radius,” Justin chuckles and the hard grin makes another appearance. “Pleasant day to you all.”

He makes an effort to get to the door as quick as his feet can take him, and once the door is slammed shut and the cool wind is stroking his skin, he lets out a breath before jumping into the front seat of the van. It feels heavy with success.

“Get out,” he says to the three men hunched over in the back. He speaks again before they can protest. “You’ll get your share soon, just get out, and I’d run if I were you.”

A few incoherent curse words are thrown into the air but Justin doesn’t seem to care. The door is slammed shut and not even a second later, Justin and Y/N are gliding around the back of the building at full speed.

“We did it again, babydoll,” Justin grins with triumph, it seems to get bigger when his foot steps harder against the pedal. The engine roars like a riled lion.

“When do we ever fail?” She returns the grin and a familiar look washes across his face like a mask.

“You can have anything you want. What do you want, baby? Anything in your wildest dreams, it can be yours.”

“Just you.”

Justin loves her response, and he has to refrain from growling. A hot rush blinds his sight and he presses his foot down even further, the outside world is one big blur as they speed down the highway.

“Yeah?” he replies before throwing his head back and laughing. “That’s a very dangerous thing to say, babydoll. You know damn well if you play with fire, you get burned.”

His hair is wild and ruffled and she decides he looks beautiful.

“I could snap you like a twig, I could cut you like a rope.” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at her, and all he can see is affection. He’s overcome with adoration and is almost unable to control the hand that reaches across to touch her throat. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

The two of them are hurtling at full speed, and Justin shows now signs in slowing down. His fingers tickle her throat, but make her skin burn, too. He pressed them in deep for only a few seconds before retracting them suddenly.

“I adore you,” Justin licks his lips and Y/N feels a strong desire to bite down on the bottom one. “I very much want you to play with me, I want you to play with me, even if you know you have a relatively high chance of being burned to death.”

Justin takes Y/N’s hand in his own. His grip is strong and dominant around her small and fragile one. His hot lips drop the psychotic smirk to kiss the top of her hand, it leaves a burning sensation.


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky sustains an injury because of a punk-ass kid, and you swoop in to do something about it.

A/N: I quickly wrote this on my phone while my dad drove us to the theater, so I’m sorry for the grammar mistakes. We’re going to watch “Arrival”, and I’m so excited! Also happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends! -j xx


People scatter like scared pigeons as you sprint through the hospital doors. This is impressive, considering that you’re in a tight pencil skirt and brand new red stilettos.

You skid to clean stop, slightly knocking the wind out of yourself. When you blink to, you notice you’ve captured the attention of the front desk nurses and a group of fraternity brothers.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from loudly smacking the counter. “Where is Bucky Barnes?” you ask, trying your best to keep calm.

“Mr. Barnes is -”

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice calls out. Tony’s presence normally doesn’t evoke any strong emotions, but when the leader of the Avengers pulls you into a comforting hug, you can’t help but tear up.

Today was supposed to be a normal day without any surprises. You were bidding a client goodbye when Tony called; he and Bucky were at a hospital right outside of the city. Some kid had thought it would be funny to stick a Swiss Army Knife into deeply Bucky’s flesh arm.

“Aww, don’t cry. It’d take a lot more to kill Frosty,” Tony lightheartedly jokes. “He’s okay. You know, regenerative healing power. The police brought him here as a safety net, but Bucky doesn’t want to press charges. And Bucky didn’t call you because he didn’t want to worry you.”

"I know, but I’m - Oh my God.” Words get caught in your throat when your eyes catches Bucky walking down the hallway towards you.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Words: 973

A/N: As promised, part four in the ‘How To Love’ series. I really hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if you want a part five! Send in what you want to discuss about it, your comments, or if you want another part! Enjoy~ 

Part One – Part Two – Part Three

The next couple hours were spent with Dean pacing the room back and forth as he called and recalled different police departments and local news stations. It seemed surreal having to restart the entire case, as if from scratch. You looked over from the kitchen at Sam, still seated with his eyes glued to the laptop screen.

“I got an address!” Dean exclaimed as he shut his phone.

You exhaled and put down the beer you were about to open. “Let’s go.”

Next thing you knew, all you could see was asphalt. Dean sped down a few back roads that Sam said would lead to the witnesses’ home much faster than the local highway.

“Her name is Yafa Asher,” Dean began to say as he pulled up beside her driveway, “Last night, she said she was passing by the woods, when she saw something she claims wasn’t human. Three hours later, two murders were reported.”

You sighed, for some reason you felt partly responsible for those lives. Perhaps, had you let the brothers help execute the previously discussed plan, none of this would have happened.

When the brothers realized that you were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t responded to whatever question it was that they asked, Dean said: “It’s not your fault.” As if he could read your mind.

You held his gaze for a few seconds before opening the door and ducking out of your seat, your hand gripping the door tightly before you slammed it shut.

Dean’s eyes wandered over you as he walked to the front of the house, a few steps behind you. As you approached the witnesses’ door, your regret turned to anger, and you lifted your chin while straightening your back; something that Dean noticed immediately.

“Take it easy.” His hand met your back lightly, a type of contact you weren’t used to from him, and you exhaled.

“Not tonight.” You replied with three curt knocks to her door.

As it swung open, a young woman revealed herself. You noticed how her black curls bounced beautifully as she moved.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

Sam stepped forward, “We spoke on the phone earlier, I’m Agent Smith,” then he motioned towards you and Dean, “And these are my partners, Agent Jones and Fletcher.”

“Oh.” The woman said and began to step back to let the three of you in. As you looked at her, you saw that she couldn’t have been over thirty. You noticed how she shut the door rather quickly, and then utilized all four of the locks that she had on it.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” She offered, motioning loosely to the kitchen.

“No, thanks.” Dean said politely and took a seat on her couch. You sat next to him, while Sam opted for the small armchair on the other side.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” She sat down looked down at the carpet. “I mean, I told the police and they just didn’t believe me.” When she looked back up, her worried eyes met yours. The woman was understandably shaken.

You gave her a tight smile, “We’ve seen some ugly things out there, and we just want to help. Would you be able to recall exactly what you saw?”

She inhaled and began to describe what a wendigo looks like, perfectly. The brothers looked at each other and sighed.

“This…thing,” You referred to it as she did, “Was by the woods?”

“Yeah.” She took out her smartphone and opened up something. “Here.” She handed you her phone with a map of the area displayed brightly on the screen. “I don’t know how I was the only one who saw it.” She continued. “There are usually people in that area.”

“Other people may have seen it, but not spoken up.” Sam grabbed her attention, “We’re glad that you did.”

She nodded in silent agreement, then took the phone back from you. “So, you believe me?”

Dean gave her a soft smile, the same smile you were so used to seeing, yet every time it still warmed your heart.

“We do.” He said. “And, the second we take care of it, we’ll call to let you know.”

“Thank you all so much.” She smiled, her berry stained lips curling up at the edges. A dimple formed itself in her tanned skin.

For some reason her eyes remained glued to Dean’s, and for the first time you felt a pang of jealousy that someone else took a liking to him. Before he told you how he felt, you never envisioned yourself with him. Now, with both of your feelings for each other just swimming at the surface, jealousy overtook you. Plus, it wasn’t helping that she was absolutely beautiful.

“Alright, well that’s all.” You stood up and began walking to her front door.

“Thank you.” She responded and opened the four locks, one by one. “Oh,” She walked over to a small side table and wrote something down on a notepad, “Here’s my number so that you can contact me again.”

Her hand was outstretched, aiming for Dean to take it.

He took it from her hand and let himself out of the door while Sam thanked her once again for talking to the three of you. You followed close behind the boys.

When Dean strayed from the path of the car, you watched his movement. He crumpled up the paper with her number on it, and tossed it in the garbage receptacle by the curb.

He must have been thinking of you when he did it, because as he opened the driver’s door of the car his eyes locked on yours.

He didn’t know that you were awake when he told you he’d fix what he had done, but you knew now, that he meant it.


anonymous asked:

You'll talk someday about how the Port Mafia is portrayed? ( not the bightest bulbs in the chandelier huh. Not the most subtle either) im not trying to rush you, it bothers me too and im just curious. I like your analysis. Have a nice day

Haha all kidding aside, I’ve been meaning to talk about them for quite a while now. It’s just that I want the stuff I write to make sense, because usually they’re self-indulgent rambles. And this one won’t be an exception, especially since I have so many feelings about Port Mafia.

Usually it’s the protagonists who are outmatched, outgunned, outnumbered, or just generally outclassed. Through sheer force of will and nakama power perfect teamwork do they come out on top. Even then sacrifices have to be made. At the start, the Armed Detective Agency seemed like it will follow this mold, but soon we are introduced to their abilities.

On paper and in practice, the abilities of the members of ADA greatly complement each other. This means that even with few active operatives who can work on the field, they got all bases covered. If this were an MMO they’d have Atsushi and Kenji as tanks, Atsushi again and then Kunikida for DPS, Tanizaki going for Assistance/Crowd Control, Fukuzawa as Buffer, Dazai as Debuffer and of course, Yosano as their Healer. Not to mention Ranpo, the formidable brains behind their operations (with Dazai as backup, or even vice versa).

Now let’s take a look at the mafia. Not counting Odasaku, in their group who doesn’t have an offensive ability? Ace? Sure, but his ability only applies to his subordinates, and anyway he’s also dead. See the problem? Chuuya probably has the most versatile ability in the mafia right now, but it’s either he takes great pride in his prowess as a martial artist or he just can’t think of creative ways to take advantage of the fact that he can, well, manipulate gravity. There’s also Elise, who seems to be “programmed” to be able to do feats no ordinary human can, but we don’t know much about her. Outside of these two, the one who impresses is Kajii. His ability sounded like a joke sure, but he knows how to make use of it and in the right circumstances, can be that one member to watch out for. There’s also talks about another executive member or two. Whether one exists we don’t know, but I can only hope they’ll possess an ability that is a supportive one, or something gamechanging like mind reading or memory wipe.

Don’t get me wrong! It is rather refreshing to see a team full of competent people, especially in their line of work where they’ll find themselves smack dab in the middle of dirty matters the police and the military would rather not handle. That they are well-rounded means it’s easy to imagine why the government would want their help, why they get the requests they do, and why they are favored to take on cases that will pit them against criminals/evildoers who have their own deadly abilities.

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anonymous asked:

Got any imaginings for your various Izukus meeting one another? How would villain Deku react to BYGGUALOM Deku? To MSU Deku? (Assume villain!Deku figures out something is up with MSU!Deku so he doesn't just treat him as a regular civilian). Would BYGGUALOM!Deku and MSU!Deku end up commiserating over their mutual dislike of publicity if they met?

god… i do have some imaginings. i actually had this conversation with @salvainterra just like last week and it is probably the single most self indulgent and simultaneously gut busting conversation i’ve ever had. sorry everyone i’m like this, here’s the best parts of the conversations with all the keysmashes taken out

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Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Characters: Sam x Siren!Reader, Dean, OFC

Word Count: 2002

Warnings: Spn-like death/murder/violence, Angst, Some Fluff

Request: This idea may seem weird but what if reader is a mermaid. Now stay with me I know you already thinking this idea is crazy but let me elaborate. Reader is a mermaid who feeds off of people’s thoughts. And she believes that she isn’t harming anyone but when people started dying from like brain deca that’s when the duo goes to investigate. Idk this idea came to me after I watched Just My Imagination and this is really long but can you make this happen. Pairing whoever you want(please pick Sam)

A/N: @diesintheshower, I’m so sorry this took forever.  My life kind of spiraled out of control there for a while.  But I really did love your request!  I hope you like this/ I did didn’t muck it up.

You stirred your latte, drawing patters in the foam.

You feigned attention to your book, to your coffee, pretending you were paying attention to anything but the man across from you.  

Still, you found yourself staring at him more than you should be.

Another man would have thought you were flirting with him.  But he was a writer and had eyes only for his work.  What was more, he was in love with one of his characters.  You could feel it, see it in his mind.  

You delved deep into his thoughts, into his work, drinking in the new ideas and the new stories he’d brought with him to the coffee shop today.

He came here daily, to write uninterrupted.  

And you came here daily to feel his stories, to feed off that creative drive.  

You drew your spoon from your coffee, wiping the foam off on a napkin before taking in your reflection in its convex surface. 

Your reflection, a siren’s reflection.

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Pairing: Peter Parker X (Teleporting)Reader, Tony Stark X Pepper Potts

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Mentions of a dark past, panic attacks, and an overload of heartfelt bonding

Adopting you after being discovered in not the best of circumstances, Tony has to struggle with the very idea of parenthood. And then also the idea that you’ve developed super powers. And then also that you have a boyfriend.

He could have dropped you off at an orphanage, could have just let you go and move on from the world of crazy scientists and terrorists. He could have… but he couldn’t. It riddled him with guilt and fear and second guesses but something about seeing a small child hooked up to a dozen monitors, head shaved and laden with surgical cuts, Tony just couldn’t leave you with someone and hope for the best.

So after quite a few court hearings and doctor’s visits it was, “Surprise Pepper, we have a kid!” And her pushing through a stone smile. “Can I talk to you. In private.”

But you were hard not to love. Patient and quiet, you had a shy smile when he gave you your own probably-too-big room filled with probably-too-many things.

“I uh, I didn’t know what kids these days liked so…”

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emperorlucien  asked:

What about the companions and their jobs/occupations if they were born Pre-War?

Cait would be an underworld boxer or bouncer. As woman Pre-War, she wouldn’t be able to do anything legitimate, and especially as a poor woman. Coupled with her bad childhood, she’d end up in some shady places. She’d be the reigning champion at some seedy bar that does bare-knuckle boxing in the back room and host dogfights on weekends. Or she’d be muscle for a brothel in Boston’s red-light district, keeping the sex workers’ patrons from getting too rowdy.

Codsworth was built Pre-War, and would do the same functions he does now. Cleaning, cooking, looking after children. With local technicians to keep his body and software up to date, he’d be the perfect model housekeeper.

Curie was also created by Pre-War scientists, and if the bombs hadn’t dropped, I’m sure she’d happily carry out her function without question. Running medical experiments, finding cures… Though, with time, she may yearn to be human as her artificial intelligence grows to achieve sentience. Or, at least, something close to it. She might create her own secret project, where she tries to engineer a human body for her own use.

Danse would, of course, be a soldier. A good, all-American man, fond of baseball and apple pies. A bit stoic and dull, but top of his class. He’s a Marine, and proud of it. He’d have a big black pick-up truck and listen to bluegrass music as he drives around his small-town military base. He’d have half the town’s young women pining after him, but he’s a little too socially awkward and oblivious to notice, and he’s too devoted to his work to try for a love life.

Deacon would be a lot of things. In his youth he was a delinquent, but after his old gang murdered his wife, he’d devote his life to charity. He’d write books, act in plays, campaign for social change, give all his money to various non-profits, learn how to be a clown, a singer, a tap-dancer… He’s a drifter. A minstrel. He’d just want to have a good time, be a good person, and make others happy, if only because he can’t figure out how to sit down and be happy himself.

Dogmeat would be a police dog for a while, being a German Shepherd, but after being injured in one of his legs, he’d retire and be retrained as a therapy dog, and go around to various hospitals and cheer up sick people and children.

Hancock is a punk. An anarchist. He’d spend the first 25 years of his life on various drugs and going to (then dropping out) of college, until he finally starts his own band and devotes his time to restoring his dilapidated hometown, fighting for needle exchange programs and supporting the rights of the disabled and mentally ill, building a homeless shelter in his old neighborhood and using his fame and fortune to become a public icon.

Nick Valentine was - and is - a good detective, until the day that a case goes wrong and he ends up losing his fiancee and his legs. Unable to go out and investigate like he used to, he became depressed, thinking that his new disability made him less of a man, of a cop. But after getting prosthetics or a wheelchair, he becomes an inspiration to people with physical disabilities as he continues trying to do his job, in an era where people who aren’t “perfect” aren’t supported. This keeps him going.

MacCready was an orphan who grew up on the streets in D.C., starting out as an odd-job doer and eventually graduating to the title of “thug” as he aged. He walked with a few different gangs, becoming known as a “fixer.” You want the snot knocked out of someone, or want someone scared out of their wits? Call MacCready. Kid knew his way around a gun and a knife. Then he knocked up his girl, and after watching her die in childbirth, he had to go straight and work as security to take care of his kid.

Piper is, of course, a reporter. She moved to Boston with stars in her eyes and a powerful ambition. What with all the civil unrest going on Pre-War, she had her hands full, covering everything from protests to gang killings, all while looking after her adolescent sister. She gets some crap for being a woman in the business, and a woman who doesn’t apologize at that, but she doesn’t mind. Or, well, she does, but she doesn’t let it get to her. The truth matters more than popular opinion.

Preston would be a kid who grew up in the country, far away from most of the chaos happening in the cities. But after his family lost their land and they were forced to move into the big city to live with family, he became a social activist. He’s the one organizing many of the protests, many of the marches, the one who stands outside city hall with a megaphone, shouting about the will of the people and the good of the world. He even gets arrested a time or two, but persists, because it isn’t about him. It’s about giving people hope.

Strong wouldn’t exist, I’m afraid. I think the closest we’d get to a Pre-War Strong is a convict taken from prison and used in early FEV trials. But even then, he probably wouldn’t survive, let alone function in society.

X6-88, like Strong, probably wouldn’t be created Pre-War. Though I can imagine some CIT scientist creating his first AI, his first humanoid robot, and giving it a standard number-letter name as he records its thoughts and actions. That might be the Pre-War version of X6-88.

dan and phil play the yasuhati singing challenge: a summary

first of all can i just say i’ve been hoping for a singing video literally since the day the gaming channel was announced and if they use this as an opportunity to take the piss i’m unstanning so fast

i can’t even say anything about the intro because… okay dan

they’d best try to sing properly

i can take this game as long as they properly try to sing

“the game that almost got our neighbours to call the police and we’re back doing it again because we don’t care anymore” because you’re moving??????????

“after watching the footage i didn’t know i could physically make those noises”

they went through the comments to look for songs,,,, you all best not have let me down

i already have firm ideas about the most popular requests

“this is going to be a disaster, i hope you’re ready for the best and worst video you may ever see in your life.”

phil sings my heart will go on in the shower

dan’s face suggests he is well aware of that fact

“do i have to sing it in key?” // “you have to try”

i’m going to be mad if he doesn’t try

after the first note i am already mad and dan is already traumatised

“i could never open the door, celine dion is dead”

“if i was on the titanic and someone was singing that, i’d push you off” i’m with dan on this one sorry phil

the top comment is to sing dan’s diss track

is this actually happening

oh my god it is

okay people let’s all sit back and enjoy this

phil mouths along with him that’s so cute

i am also mouthing along with him as i assume you are too but phil is cuter than all of us

freakishly tool

you look like a noodle, you’ve got hair that was cool in 2007 and wet you just look like a noodle

he’s just in a noodle state of mind it seems

i’m sad phil didn’t do his wink at the shipping with friend line

he fails the game during the reasons why dans a fail rap,,, honestly i relate that’s the one part i can never do either

subtle boaster dan is back

oh god danger men at work

people,,,, thank you but also why

“tatinof isn’t over yet!” dan pls

dan is mouthing the words along with phil this time

whilst also doing little shovey forward hand movements

dan struggles to contain his laughter and phil shushes him truly iconic

phil goes wrong and dan can’t help but correct him

dan’s doing his exaggerated crying face that he does in main channel videos i think he’s physically cringing

dan’s hair is particularly fluffy and i am living for it

why has phil’s voice suddenly gone squeaky

“phil you need to work on your subtlety. you go straight full loudness”

stop talking over each other please i’m begging you it’s incredibly hard to summarise when you do this

“the phil without a chill”

“i’m so sick of dan watching remixes of this song, it’s all i hear in this apartment” maybe you shouldn’t spend every waking moment in the same room then pal

their collab attempt ends just as soon as ig begins

the ‘help me’ dan says in the middle of his 'singing’ accurately represents me right now trying to summarise the damn thing

there are no words for this

“i feel like the police are on their way” honey you’ve made worse noises on a louder scale trust me you’re fine

shout out to the shaved sides though hello

they don’t know the neighbour who’s on the other side of the office wall

“it could be a bedroom…” // “rip that person’s marriage”

aaand now we’re into the requests i knew would come up

“gerard isn’t dead. his dream is” there are going to be some pissed off people in the comments section of this video aren’t there

is phil’s voice breaking already or is the microphone just not knowing how to handle it

“in tune!” dan represents me screaming at the laptop screen every time they open their mouths during this video

phil keeps switching between philippa and back to himself again and it’s lowkey fic inspo

“this is the worst experience of my life” you’re telling me dan, you’re telling me

we’ve all seen you both singing toxic whilst drunk don’t hide from your past

“i regret ever listening to my chemical romance because of that one experience just now, you have just ruined my life”

phil is choosing one for dan

there’s another request i saw coming

“let’s keep with this theme” what theme are you referring to there danny boy

honestly just take a second to imagine dan singing shout out to my ex

now that would be quality content


“make it more tuneful than my welcome to the black parade” // “is that hard”

this is not what we had in mind when we write singer/band aus

“you spat everywhere, so much saliva”

“you sound like a cow” phil the savage

“oh my god what am i witnessing” phil honestly same

try summarising it it’s more difficult than you think

“i can’t produce the breath” i’m sure i’ve written that line of dialogue before dan thank you for bringing my work to life

“it’s over” phil says as he places a sad hand on dan’s back

how many of you are freaking out over that contact

“i wish this was the dan and phil actually trying to sing beautiful songs that you care about experience that you crave. this is the opposite of that” YOU’RE TELLING ME DANIEL YOU’RE TELLING ME

i feel hurt

“some people in the future might enjoy this music” // “that future shouldn’t exist”

one more

a duet to finish off

aaaand here we go with toxic

will it be better than that infamous drunk karaoke video

probably not but let’s see

“we’ve been building up to this moment for our entire lives, dan. we can do it”

“your breast britney” says dan and phil is right there to drag him for it like the absolute savage he keeps proving himself to be

this is definitely going to be someone’s ringtone

i can’t wait for the new and updated dan and phil singing compilation

'with the taste of your lips i’m on a hide’ okay dan

phil is not into this at all

until it gets to the bits between verses he’s all about those parts

phil chooses to go high and dan chooses to go low


do what you will with that information, smut writers, interpret that any way you like

they nearly beat the high score

no you definitely didn’t sing the lyrics correctly dan but you did well

“i went into my own little universe then” was it a universe of not giving a tiny rats ass, phil, because it seemed like it

“i think i’m gonna lose my voice for about a month now” // “i feel like i’ve eaten a horse”

“i’d be surprised if we’ve got any subscribers left after that” i’m just sad you let me down with having singing in the title and not giving me what i’ve been craving for years

dan tries to push the video and blame onto us nice how responsible

“i feel like we should never do this again” i agree

“that’s the end of this channel, maybe” well you brought it upon yourselves if it is

“give us a thumbs up if you enjoyed our beautiful tones” how dare you mock me

“less screamy content”

“hope you’re having a good day and your ears aren’t broken” no but my heart and trust is