i live with my boss

Discrimination gets you nowhere, except bankruptcy.

This is gonna be a long post. Get comfy.

So within the last year or so I made a bunch of life altering decisions.
One of those was moving to another side of the country after being offered a job at a company in the state I wanted to live in. My boss, we’ll call him Brandon, had known me for a while (I work in an industry where most people know each other and the key players) and had offered me a job knowing my criteria and many other things. I was well qualified for the job he has hired me for.

So I move across country and I begin working. This company has a main office and a supplying warehouse, the supplying warehouse was where I worked. No manufacturing done here, just supporting parts for the main office. Within a month the owner of the company, Viet, shows up at the office looking for my boss. (The main company is about 8 or 9 hours away so this was a long drive and the owner never came down to the warehouse, not since it opened originally 7 years go). My boss isn’t there (he usually isn’t and doesn’t need to be because I can handle it and he lives up the road if I need him). Viet immediately begins yelling at me. He never once speaks to me. He yells at me the whole time he is communicating with me. Berating me on the fact I need to take inventory because fiscal year is about to be up and that I need to maintain the warehouse and had I ever done this before. He gave me the third degree and treated me like an idiot. Meanwhile I had texted Brandon and he showed up and Viet changed his tune completely. At that point he didn’t even speak to me at all. Didn’t even make eye contact. The two of them chatted and then Viet left.

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anonymous asked:

I had a customer complain today that I had changed too much in the last three years she's seen me work at my job. In that time I've been in and out of an abusive relationship, struggling to find a solution to my parents and I living in poverty, been mistreated daily by my boss and 90% of our customers. The day she complained that I wasn't as friendly, I was wondering if my feet were going to hold up another six hours for my open to close, and where to get food for us this week. Fuck you.

Working with customers changes you. It makes you lose faith in humanity. Yes there are a few that are decent human beings. But most of them are selfish idiots that don’t deserve the gift of life.


anonymous asked:

i think i witnessed my boss being racist at my job. i live in a quiet mostly white town if that puts anything into perspective. But a man (african american) came into my job and asked for an application since were hiring for the summer and went to one of the tables to fill it out. my boss came from out back, and noticed him and eyed him before calling mall security. she said he was suspicious! He looked like a normal young college student. security hounded him but eventually let him be.

That’s is a definite harassment there.


What A Pain In The A**

Originally requested and posted on my Wattpad account!

Fandom : DC Superheroes

Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt : Jason and the Reader are roommates who have a thing for each other but neither of them know. The Reader is a villain and Red Hoods nemesis. Neither know about the others secret identity and always make excuses to cover it up.


Of all the people you could be sharing an apartment with, it had to be Jason. It was Roy’s fault. He’s the one that said you needed a roommate, you wanted a girl roommate but no, it had to be a super attractive guy you knew nothing about.

It didn’t help that you had a secret of your own that you couldn’t share. At day you were Y/n and at night a sneaky little spy bugging the soul out of Red Hood.

Four months had passed since he moved in. Jason  didn’t seen to notice the other side of you, which made the whole thing tense a bit but you covered for it.


“Was there someone dying in the shower with you? ” Jason teased you when you walked out of your room.

“It’s called singing and it’s not my problem that you don’t have the acquired taste for it.” you sassed walking in to the kitchen. Jason  was sitting on the couch his shirt stretched over his muscles making you drool.

“See something you like Y/n? ” Jason smirked flexing his arm.

“You wish..” you roll your eyes and grab an apple.

“Not rushing today are we Jay? No hot date? ” you question sitting in the big chair.

“Jealous? You know we can always skip the dates?” he winks and you bite your lip a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“As alluring as that sounds, I’ll pass. ” you smile and this time Jason bites his lip leaning forward.

“Your loss y/n, we could always be roommates with benefits..” he trails off and you laugh.

“That sounded like the most chlice movie ever! ” he smiles and leans back in to the pillows.

“Think about it.”

Before you could answer your phone rings. You run to your room picking it up and lying on the bed.

“I suggest you drop what ever you’re doing and get dressed. Five minutes, old museum. ” Selina mutters in to the phone and you scramble for the closet pulling your clothes on and snickers. You also  grab the backpack with your one piece before you go in the living room.

“Um, so my boss just called and I have to go. You know how it is these days, tight shifts and all.. Ahh..Don’t wait up! ” you yell at surprised Jason an run out the door and into the night.


“Let’s hope the bat and his sidekicks are busy tonight..” you mutter to Selina.

“How are things with Jason going? ” she asks picking a lock on the door.
Selina knew about Jason  being the Red Hood but never bothered to tell you.

“He’s such a pain in the a**..” you sigh.
“Who is? ” a voice asks and you squeel in surprise. You turn around and spot Red Hood leaning on the fence.

“ Some sidekick you have Catwoman.” he teases and Selina drops the tools getting up.

“You know how women get, all mesmerized with men.. Especially the ones they share an apartment with..” she says and you gasp.

“You’re on your own sweetie. ” Selina says and runs off.

“So there’s a guy?” Red asks and you narrow your eyes.

“I’m fairly sure enemies shouldn’t talk about that. ” you say.

“Well since he’s such a pain in your backside maybe I can get rid of him?” he questiones.

“He’s name is Jason. ” you huff scratching your head wondering why were you even telling him this.

“Wait, I’m the pain?! I’m a freaking pain killer compared to you!” you look up as he takes of his helmet.

Oh no.

“You’re the one that’s always teasing and f*cking around! ” you yell.

“Because I like you Y/n!” he yells back and you stop bickering for a moment, silence filling the night.

“What the hell took you so long to say it! ” grabbing his jacket you pull Jason close smashing your lips together.

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Request: Business call - Part 2

Request: I would like to request, a story out of Tigs POV. Where he should call someone for club business, but he has a wrong number and ends up at readers phone. At the end they end up together.. perhabs a bit smut if it’s posible for u :)

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of alcoholism, smut


Originally posted by samcroimagine


After the last time I talked with Alex, I began to think it was time to go, I just had to decide which city would be my next stop. Charming was a nice place and I could live there, but that meant things I wasn’t ready for. My boss asked me if I would consider staying, he tried to convince me for a while, but accepted it when I said I had made up my mind. I would work on the bar for a few more weeks and take more hours to save money for my trip. I was covering for one of the girls, on her afternoon shift, when bikers entered the bar. Even an outsider like me knew who they were, and the Sons had never been there before.

“Can I help you?”, I asked to the blond leading the group. He had a “President” patch on his kutte.

“I’m looking for Michael”, he answered and I grunted, pointing to the back of the bar. Michael was an idiot who hung out at the bar every day, he liked to brag about his connections with the Cacuzza Family, which I had learnt was the “Italian mob” around there.

“Hey Mike!”, I yelled; he hated to be called Mike, “Take your business out of the bar please!”

“Come on Y/N”, Michael begged, trying to be charming, but I gave him a death glare and he guided the bikers outside. However, one of them stayed behind. He had black curls and amazing blue eyes.

“Aren’t you going with your friends?”, yes, he was handsome and I wouldn’t mind to spend some time with him, but I didn’t want those bikers around the bar when my boss was away.

“Hi Y/N”, he finally spoke and I recognized the voice, “I’m Alex”

Tig’s POV

Life was back to normal; and by normal Tig meant no drunk phone calls from Y/N in the middle of the night; she had disappeared. He didn’t know why he had saved her number on his phone, but he did it. No, he wasn’t planning to call to check on or invite her to dinner or something. Tig just thought he should keep the phone number. Talking about phone calls…

Their next meeting was with Cacuzza Family and Jimmy was a reasonable man, but this time they had to deal with a small fish. Apparently, Michael’s office was a bar downtown and Tig hated the guy as soon as he heard about him. The Sons parked their bikes on the front and Jax led the group inside. He was looking around and didn’t notice the girl behind the counter until she speak. Her voice was familiar. She yelled for Michael, who called her Y/N and confirmed Tig’s suspicious. It was her, the same Y/N he had been talking on the phone. He stayed behind as his brothers left with Michael and walked toward the counter, Y/N’s watching him carefully.

“Hi Y/N”, he blurted, “I’m Alex”.

Her eyes widened as she remembered him, “Alex? Alex from the phone call, wrong number…”

“Yes”, he chuckled, “You pictured me different, didn’t you?”

“To be honest…”, Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Yes”

“Are you disappointed?”, he asked. As far as he knew, she probably had pictured him as a guy in a suit who owned a company and made business phone calls.

“No, not all”, she smiled. Both turned their heads to the door opening and revealing Chibs, who was surely looking for Tig, “You friends are waiting”

“Yeah”, he signed for Chibs to wait for second, “Listen doll, I mean when I say I got worried the other night. Promise me, don’t go out there alone and drunk?”

“Promise”, Y/N nodded and bit her lip, trying to hide her smirk. She surely was a beautiful and interesting woman; and Tig would love to stay and hang out with her, but duty was calling.

“Call me if you need, I mean it”, he emphasized before turn his back on her and leave the bar.


I actually had pictured Alex as someone different, but I wasn’t disappointed. To be honest, I had no expectations, I’ve never thought I would meet him. He was nice and truly worried about my drunk errands. I felt sorry about it and grateful for his offer to call if I needed; he was a good man indeed. That night I listened him and didn’t drink, I just went back to the hotel, ordered pizza and fell asleep listening a random show on TV.

I guess it was the first morning, in a long time, that I woke up without a hangover. My day was pretty much the same as the previous one, except that I would work on the night shift and no bikers would interrupt it. Yeah, I was wrong, because I just had started my shift, Alex walked in. I’ve never thought I would see him again so soon, actually, I thought I would be out of Charming before I had the chance. However, there he was, walking toward the counter with a smile on his lips.

“Alex”, I greeted him and he sat on a stool.

“Y/N”, Alex’s smile widened, “I’m looking for Mike, I don’t see him”

“He will come later”, I said. It didn’t matter the day, Mike would always be at the bar every night.

“I volunteered to bring him something”, he leaned over the counter, talking low, “Do you mind if I wait here?”

“No, not at all”, I smiled. How could I say no? I was just so curious about him, “What can I get you?”

Alex was drinking a beer as he waited for Michael, taking sips as he watched TV. I caught him looking at me once or twice and though I had other costumers to serve, the bar wasn’t crowded. I could grab a beer and sit for a while, so I put a stool behind the counter, close to him. He looked at me and smiled as we toasted with our bottles.

“Your boss doesn’t mind?”, he motioned to my beer, raising an eyebrow.

“My boss doesn’t mind”, I shrugged, looking at him as I took a swig of my beer, “Now you know how I got drunk and called you”

“I meant it Y/N”, his expression hardened as he locked his eyes with mine, “It’s dangerous”

“I can take care of myself Alex”, I dismissed his advice with a wave, “Don’t worry”

Alex just shook his head and we both turned our eyes to the game on TV. I had to get up and pour some shots for a group of friends, when I got back he wasn’t there. I looked around and found Alex in a corner, Michael by his side. They shouldn’t be doing business inside the bar, my boss wouldn’t like it, but I pretended I haven’t seen them and continued to work. When I looked again, Alex was back on his seat, but he didn’t want another beer. He put the money on the counter, paying for his beer and winked at me.

“See you around Y/N”, he said before leave. I grabbed the money and our bottles, mine half empty. I threw the bottle out. Another sober night for me.


Alex became a regular costumer at the bar, coming over to grab a beer every evening. We even had burgers and fries together in one particular slow night for business, we sat together by the counter and watched TV. He became my friend, the first one in a long time, but we definitely had some sexual tension going on between us. Glances that last more than they should, fingers touching as I handed him a beer and his way to look after me, making sure I wasn’t getting drunk every night. Actually, I spent weeks without knowing what a hangover was.

I had left my hotel room in a good mood that morning and went to the bar to get my weekly payment. My boss raised an eyebrow when I thanked him and said he had thought that would be my last payment.

“You said you would stay just a few more weeks”, he explained, “I’m not complaining, you’re a good employee and a nice girl, though you drink too much, but… You said your decision was final, sounded so determined. What made you change your mind?”

He was right. I had completely forgotten about my plans to leave Charming. I was supposed to be heading to Oregon, but there I was, still hanging around that little town. What had made me change my mind? Alex. I cursed when I realized I had been falling for him, more every day. I had let it happen again, he was part of my life now.

“Nothing. I didn’t change my plans”, I answered to my boss, “I just wanted to save more money”. I said goodbye, promised to see him one the next day and went back to the hotel. I laid in my bed and stayed there, hiding my face from the sun sneaking through the blinds and thinking.

Alex had invited me once or twice to SAMCRO clubhouse, but I’ve always said “Maybe another time”. He wouldn’t push me, Alex had always been nice to me and once, mysteriously said this wasn’t like him at all. I doubted that, for me he was the nicest man I had ever met. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, so I decided to get up and dressed, surprise him that night.

Tig’s POV

Everybody had missed him, but Bobby was finally back and that called for a party. Tig walked toward the bar, greeting friends and smiling. He asked for a beer and sat on a stool for a moment, savoring the first cold swig. Sons were working hard lately and he could say his life was good, he was in a good place. It was nice to spend some time with his brothers, have a party, but his mind went back to Y/N, it always did. That party also meant he wouldn’t go to her bar and grab a beer, which was just an excuse to see her.  

Y/N had become a part of his life; his brothers mocked on him when they knew Tig had a female friend, that wasn’t him and wouldn’t work. Yes, it wasn’t like him and there was a sexual tension between them, stolen glances and touches, but there was no rush, he didn’t want to spoil it. She was reserved about her past and personal life, but he respected that, Tig had his own ghosts to haunt him. The only thing that actually bothered him was Y/N’s habit to drink at work and frequently leave the bar drunk. She had sworn not to do it anymore, said she had been drinking just one beer per night. However, he still got worried, Tig couldn’t help it.

Someone called him and Tig looked up; he noticed the prospect but only realized Y/N was following the boy when they got to the bar. “Y/N”, he was surprised, but happy to see her.

“Hi Alex”, she smiled and thanked the prospect. Tig pulled a stool for her and ordered a beer as she took the seat close to him, “Sorry to show up without calling, I wanted it to be a surprise”

“It’s okay”, Tig handed her the beer, their fingers touching for a second, “It’s a great surprise”

“I’m not working tonight and you invited me a couple times…”, she shrugged, taking a long swig of her beer.

“Sure”, Tig nodded. He grabbed his own bottle and finished it, his eyes meeting Y/N’s. There was something different, something was happening but he couldn’t put his finger on it, “Come on, let’s introduce you to everybody”


Gemma, as always, kept a safe distance, Y/N an outsider and the bikers’ Queen had to be careful, protect her loved ones. His brothers were all smirks and flirts, curious about Y/N and glad to meet the woman who had charmed Tig. She was happy, actually having fun which made him happy too. Tig always had the feeling Y/N had a ghost on her past, something that had made her move to a stranger town, alone, and drink the way she did. They walked outside and he showed her the bikes. Y/N looked at him, a silent question if she could hop on his bike. Tig nodded and watched her, amused by her admiration for the Harley.

“It’s gorgeous”, she said and hopped off, losing balance for a moment. Tig kept her from falling, wrapping an arm around her waist. Y/N looked up at him, eyes moving from his lips to his eyes. She smiled and pressed her lips over his, soft but demanding.

He couldn’t not kiss her, Tig had been waiting this, he couldn’t deny the attraction. But a voice inside his mind was telling something was off, “Y/N”, he whispered, pulling back, trying to get her attention.

“I want you Alex”, she whispered, tugging on his kutte, “I need you tonight"

Y/N didn’t give him time to answer, she fiercely kissed him again. Her mouth on his, her taste, made his mind went blank. They pulled back, breathless, and Tig guided her through the clubhouse to his bedroom. As soon as he closed the door behind him, Y/N pushed his body against it, claiming his lips. She ripped his shirt open, making the buttons fly, clawing on his chest. He growled from within his throat, grabbing the hem of her shirt and taking it off. Y/N unclasped her bra and pressed her chest against his.

“Take off that short”, Tig hissed. Y/N bit her lip, slowly taking her clothes off, “Leave the hells on”

She smirked, letting her panties fall around her ankles too, stepping out of it. Tig was only in his boxers, easily lifting and carrying her to his bed. They both fell on the mattress, limbs tangled. Y/N caught his low lip on her teeth as Tig slid his hand between them. His fingers found her folds slick, ready for him. He introduced two fingers inside her, pumping them slowly. She threw her head back, moaning and gripping on his arms. Tig lowered his head to her collarbone, sucking her skin, his fingers sliding in and out of her.

“Alex”, she whined, frantically moving her hands to his boxers. Tig dragged them down his legs, getting up just time enough to grab a condom. He closed his eyes as she helped him to unroll it down his length and then lined him with her core. He pushed inside Y/N, her walls stretching for him, “Harder”, she whispered.

Tig thrust deeper, kissing and savoring her skin. His face was hidden on the crook of her neck as he panted, “Will you stay?”

To be continued…

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Joker Imagine - Project 6277 *PART 1*

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Your P.O.V.

The music was blasting loudly through the club. It smelled like alcohol, especially behind the counter in the bar. The white and golden club was mostly black since it was so dark. All the lights were on the dance floor of people grinding against each other and having a good time.

I was one of the bartenders here. Most people that worked here were men expect the dancers. I guess I was tomboyish so I was here in my blue flannel, black vest, black jeans and some black boots. I was wearing a name tag on my chest that just had my first name, Y/N. My Y/H/C hair was straightened and I had a little makeup on, some eyeliner and I had done my brows. I enjoyed my job, but I wasn’t planning to be here forever.Next year I would go to vet studies and become a real vet.

But for now I worked here at the club owned by the most wanted and feared man in entire Gotham city. Out of the millions of people that lived here, my boss was the worst. I had seen him just once or twice, but I had never been close to him. He scared me to be honest. My boss was the clown prince of crime AKA Joker. He had green hair and super white skin. I think he had blue eyes and many tattoos. When I saw him I think he had a purple jacket and many golden rings and necklaces. Did I speak to him? No. I kept my distance just to be safe.

“A vodka!” A drunken man yelled and snapped me out of my thoughts. I heard a familiar song ‘Gangsta’ by Kehlani blasting now. “Sure” I smiled and then grabbed a glass. I put a couple ice cubes in it and then filled the glass with strong vodka. I handed it to the man who left the money on the table and walked away. I sighed and then put the money in the grey cash register. My co-worker Rick was talking with some customers further away. Rick had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was a couple years younger than me, but we were good friends. Just as I was about to go over and speak to him, I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked behind me and saw one of Joker’s henchmen standing behind me. He had black clothes and his brown skin was mostly hidden. He had sunglasses on so I couldn’t recognize him at all.

“The boss wants to see you..” He stated and then looked at my tag. “..Y/N” He finished his sentence. The man had a very thick Gotham accent and a low voice. “O-Okay” I stuttered and decided it would be better to follow him. God help me if I would’ve said no. Suddenly my body felt weak. Had I done something wrong? Would Joker shoot me?

My palms got clamp and I felt how my knees went weak as I followed this man. He led me out of the bar and to the VIP area. People gave me strange looks since everyone knew that this man was Joker’s henchman. I took a deep, shaky breath and then tried to gather myself. The man opened a door and then I saw a big room with lights on. It had golden tables and all kinds of beautiful decors. Then I noticed black leather chairs and black tables. In the middle of the room I saw Joker. My heart jumped to my throat.

The henchman left us here and I realized that we were alone. Our eyes met and I felt shivers running down my spine as I saw those icy blue eyes meeting my E/C eyes. “Hello Y/N” Joker smiled and I heard his voice for the first time. It was deep and raspy. “Hi” I replied barely louder than a whisper. I stood by the door that was far away from him. “Why don’t you come closer?” He tilted his head and smiled widely so he could flash his metallic grillz. I shut up and walked over a few steps. My mind was running in circles as I tried to figure out what the hell was happening. As I did so, I looked at Joker. I had never seen him this close. He was wearing a white button up shirt that was left open. I saw that he had many tattoos on his chest including 'Ha ha ha’ written over and over again.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here” He chuckled and then played with his purple and golden ring. I nodded shyly and then held my wrist with my sweaty hand. I felt so naked as he watched me so intensely. Also knowing he was a psychopath scared the hell out of me. “Oh I am a little lonely.. I don’t feel like going out there. Too many people there tonight” He sighed and then stopped playing with his rings. That’s when I noticed a special gun on the chair next to him. Dear God. Fear made my gut twist and I felt lost. “Wanted a little company. I’ve heard good things about you Y/N” He let me know. My eyes widened in surprise. He had heard things about me?

“I hope that’s good” I tried to speak instead of standing here like a mute flamingo. “Indeed” Joker spoke warmly. My breath nearly got stuck in my throat as I stood there. “Come here. Take a seat” He told me and patted the empty spot next to him. I didn’t dare to say no so I walked closer and then sat down next to him. I couldn’t deny that he was incredibly sexy. At least I thought he wouldn’t kill me so I tried to relax. He looked at my face silently and it made me feel vulnerable again. What the fuck was going on?

“I can almost feel your heart beating..Why are you so scared?” He questioned me with such a raspy voice. It only made my heart beat faster, almost jumping out of my chest. “I..I don’t know” I tried to answer him truthfully. Joker’s lips were parted, but he wasn’t smiling. “Oh dollface I won’t kill you unless there’s a reason to” He suddenly spoke with a hint of joy in his voice. “I just wanted to see you Y/N. I think you have something special in you” He admitted and then touched my jaw. He was wearing white gloves so it felt very silky against my skin.He ran his fingers from the corner of my mouth and up closer to my ear, almost as if he was sketching a smile.

“Does this pretty girl have a boyfriend?” He asked me and his choice of words made my cheeks burn. “No” I admitted a little awkwardly. Maybe it was a lie, but then again I didn’t want to call him my boyfriend. I  used to date Daniel, a rich boy from the better side of Gotham. We moved together and that’s when things went downhill. He started to drink so much that he lost his job and got financial problems. It got so bad that I couldn’t study. Yes Daniel was handsome. He had chocolate brown eyes and dark hair in a quiff, but he was rude as hell. He started abusing me mentally, telling the things like how fat I was, the fact I was such a slut. Then he hit me a few times. I broke up with Daniel, but he still thinks we’re together. I moved away to an apartment in the city, but he comes there a little too much. He scares me to death.

“Really now?” Joker wanted to be sure. I didn’t want to open up now and get deep so I just nodded. I wasn’t sure whether he believed me or not, but he didn’t ask me about it anymore. “How about we two have a drink and then talk?” He suggested with a cheeky grin. Why the hell did Joker want to have a drink with me? “But I’m working..” I reminded him a little nervously. As soon as I finished my sentence, I regretted it because I knew Joker didn’t like to be told against. “I’m your boss. I’ll let you off tonight to be my company” He smiled devilishly. I just nodded and tried to smile back at him. Better keep him happy.

“You have a beautiful smile” He breathed out and kept his eyes on my lips. Just then there was a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door that opened and Rick was coming with a tray of drinks. He looked scared as heck. I bet everyone that worked for the Joker were scared to see him. If they did one wrong move, they could die. Rick noticed me and I saw the surprise in his eyes. Joker’s hand was on my jaw and we were sitting very closely.

But he didn’t say anything. RIck placed the tray on the table silently. Then he just nodded and walked away. I noticed a couple henchmen guarding the door from outside, but then it shut and we were together. “Now pretty doll let’s have some fun getting to know each other” He smiled and grabbed two drinks. I recognized them immediately. Two vodka martinis. Joker handed the other one to me and I grabbed it with a quick thank you. I was still nervous and I wasn’t sure what to do.

Joker brought the drink to his lips and he took a sip. I focused on the background music that blended with the bass from the club. The song that was playing here was an older jazz song. Thank God there was music or else this would be more awkward. “Now beautiful tell me this one thing..’'Joker started and looked at my flannel. I crossed my legs and took a small sip of the strong drink. ”..do you get asked to strip often?“ Joker finished his sentence with a curious looking smile. He was hot, I had to admit it. But he made me so nervous. In a way it turned me on, but I had to calm down.

He was my boss.

’'Not really..” I admitted and then looked into his fascinating eyes. “What a surprise..You’re very good looking dollface” He let me know again with a mischievous look. But before I could say anything, he laughed out. “You’re too innocent. Oh I can’t wait to see the real you” He grinned and then ran his hand trough his green hair. I couldn’t help but to smile. I started to feel a little better sitting next to Joker. Then I finished my drink and felt it burning my throat. Joker looked at me intensely with a small smile. “Wow wow we have a beast here” He joked and then finished his own drink. I knew for sure I would get drunk even of this amount because I hadn’t had anything to drink in a long time thanks to fuck face Daniel.

Before I knew it, Joker and I were drinking our second drinks and talking a lot. Way more than just twenty minutes ago. I found him asking me personal things, but in this state of mind I didn’t even care. I just let him know anything he wanted which was probably bad.But deep inside I knew he wasn’t asking me things for fun. Little did I know what this insanity was planning inside his mysterious mind.

“Come here” He purred and then patted his leg. I smiled and sat on his lap so I was straddling his waist and adding pressure onto his crotch. I didn’t feel fear or shame at all. Joker’s hands were on my hips and he looked very happy. The alcohol hadn’t reached his mind yet. “You’re such a good girl Y/N” He chirped and I felt his hand on my bum. “Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught” I sang a with giggles. It was lyrics from a song I heard a couple years ago. “It’s hard to imagine you doing bad things” Joker teased me.

“Why imagine?” I raised my eyebrow and then unbuttoned my vest and took it off. Joker seemed very pleased with my new attitude. “Someone’s horny” He spoke deeply and I saw a much darker look in his eyes. I just smiled and unbuttoned my flannel so my chest was exposed to him. I was wearing a red bra underneath so I wasn’t completely flashing my chest to Joker.

It’s funny what alcohol does to people…

Suddenly he grabbed my choker and pulled my face close to his. We didn’t change any words. I just shut the gap between us and pressed my lips against his into a hot ,steamy kiss. As I kissed the most dangerous man I could imagine of, I grinded on his lap and felt a tingly sensation in my lower stomach. Our tongues danced and saliva was changed in this hot make out session. Joker’s hands cupped my boobs and then he bit my bottom lip and tugged it. A small moan escaped my mouth and I shut my eyes. Suddenly someone walked in, but I didn’t care. Joker sighed, but kept me on his lap.

“Sir we found him” A man said with a serious voice. “At the worst possible time’'He growled with a very annoyed voice. I pouted and looked at him with a sorry look. My head was spinning and I knew very well that I was drunk. ’'I’m sorry sir” The man apologized with a voice full of fear. “Get the car ready” Joker growled a demand and then the man walked away. Our eyes met and he seemed very serious which made my heart flutter. “I’m sorry love but the fun ends here. I have to go” He explained slowly. “Aw but it just began” I slurred and it was obvious that I was drunk. Then I stood up and nearly stumbled as I hit the table behind me. “Careful” Joker chuckled as he stood up. He was in front of me and I sighed as he buttoned my flannel. “We’ll meet again” He promised and then put the vest on me. “But now we both need to go. I’ll get you a ride home dollface. We don’t want anyone to hurt you now do we” He spoke mysteriously.

I just hummed along the song that was playing and let him grab my hand. Then we walked out of the room and back to the crazy club life. The henchmen looked very serious as we walked past them. I was struggling to keep my balance, but Joker led the way and I was kind of forced to stay on my feet. “Drive her home” Joker told someone and pointed at the man with his gun. “Y-Yes sir” The man gulped and I laughed. Oh why were they so scared? Joker was a nice man! Haha..


The Intern--Chapter 4

Here is the next chapter. We get a little more background information of life in Kansas. I’m excited for where this series is going. I hope you guys enjoy it too. Let me know what y’all think! Thank you so much for reading my work! And let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters.

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The next couple weeks after the flowers incident, things began to run smoothly. You got along with everyone in the office and were fitting in well. Your professors had been right when they told you Barba was ruthless. But you preferred it that way. Once he got started on something, he was passionate about fighting through to the end. Not many people showed that kind of passion anymore so it was refreshing. Especially since you felt just as passionate.

The other plus about seeing Barba so invested in the cases was that you also became invested. So all of the initial bumbling school girl crush feelings had died down. You still went on your occasional rambling sessions, but Barba seemed genuinely interested when you did. He was very easy to talk to but sometimes you got a little off topic because of that.

“I feel like you have story about everything.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Barba. If I’m talking too much just tell me to hush up. Sometimes I forget. My mama always told me it was just because I liked to hear the sound of my own voice. But that’s just not true. I ju—I’m doing it again.” You laughed at yourself.

“No it’s alright Y/N. I meant that in a good way. People that are from here don’t share more than they are asked. They say as little as possible. It’s refreshing to actually be around people who enjoy having a conversation.”

“That’s me. Some of the stories I could tell about back home. Oh goodness. The people from around here would never believe them.” Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see your mom calling. “Speaking of back home, this is my mama now.”

“Go ahead and take it. I think we’re done for the night anyway. I’ll just pack my things and then wait for you so we can take a cab back to the apartments.”

“Thanks.” You turned and answered the FaceTime. “Hi mama!”

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27 Dresses (Part 4)

Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”  You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.  

Warnings – Excessive alcohol consumption and drunkenness

Word Count – 2,053

Notes –  This fic is so much fun to write!! I love fluffy, fun fics like this. I especially love the interactions with her and James/Bucky.  I know what’s going to happen, but it still makes me smile like an idiot!  I hope you guys are enjoying this!  As always, I love hearing from you whether it’s a reply, a comment on a reblog, or an ask! 

*Special thank you to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower for allowing me to use them as my “brides!” It’s your turn, Roo @sebseyesandbuckysthighs!!!

*Special tag:  @stories-from-stark-tower

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“What about you?” He asked as you two came to the door leading into the party.  “When do you get what you’ve always dreamed of?”

The smile that had been on your face all night long suddenly fell away as you remembered that the love of your life was currently out on another date with your gorgeous sister, doing who knows what.  “One of these days, perhaps.  And when that day comes, my friends will be there for me, just like I was there for them.”

“Well,” he drawled.  “I might actually know of a guy that would be more than happy to try to make those dreams come true for you.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you walked back into the loud room already looking for Chanel and T’Challa.  “Not you too!  Why does everyone keep trying to set me up?  I promise, I’m more than capable of finding Mr. Right all by myself.”

“I’m not too sure about that, doll,” he whispered as you walked away from him yet again.  “Not too sure at all.”


Nat didn’t make it back to your apartment until well after noon on Sunday.  She was all smiles and dreamy eyes as she went into more detail about her dates with Steve than you wanted to know.  You tried to tune her out as you started making your mother’s homemade red sauce for dinner that night.  

Every now and then you would say “mmhm” or “okay,” just so that she wouldn’t think you were completely ignoring her, which you were.  It wasn’t until she said your name loudly that you realized she had caught on to your charade.

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This time last year I was completely broken. I had just lost a love that I thought was endless. I watched the person i thought was meant for me, move on to love someone new. I had no one to talk to. I had no one to turn to. Too many people telling me to get over it, and not enough even trying to be understanding of the position i was in. everyone thought i was as strong as i thought i was. or as strong as i thought i use to be. I became more and more of an introvert. I stayed to myself. I battled my own thoughts. I let nothing out. I was working a job that made me literally miserable. I was in school, trying to figure it out.. trying to figure out what i wanted for my life. my parents were going through a break up, that i probably should have been ready for.. but the timing was off. my heart wasn’t ready for any form of abandonment. and not too long after, my best friend decided to move to Australia. i was lost. and i had no idea what i wanted.. i had no ambition to do anything more than the bare minimum.. even if i could figure out what i wanted to do with my life. i was weak. but what i remember the most - was one night, getting super faded and hopping in the shower. I was on my tubs floor crying my heart out. I kept asking “Why God? Why me?” I thought I was a victim. I thought I was being played with. I thought I was being punished, nonetheless. But then I became angry. So angry that almost immediately, my life changed. After a half hours worth of tears, I completely shut down and had an outer body experience. I looked at myself, from the outside in and said “What the fuck are you crying for?” followed with “You thought this shit would be easy?” and everything changed. I got out of the shower, looked myself in the mirror and prayed. My entire tone changed, from “why are you doing this to me?” to “I get it now. I may not know.. I may not see.. the reasoning behind everything, but I’m trusting.” That night I washed away all the sorrow, all the pity, all the doubt, and all the fear every bone in me could carry. That night I won the biggest battle ever thrown at me. and I kept on. Day by day I got stronger. I forced myself to become wiser. I kept busy at all hours trying to do almost anything i could to keep from allowing myself to wander back to that broken state of mind. I read book after book. I fell in love with characters. I hiked mountain after mountain, ran mile after mile.. I fell in love with my physical. then.. i set goals. i became hungry. hungry for change. hungry for growth. i became eager to feel love from within. i wanted nothing more than to love my own self, more than anyone could ever love me.. and also.. more than i could ever love anyone in return. then i started writing. in the process, and in the midst, of everything i became so lost in my journey that heartbreak was so far in the past i forgot what hurt felt like. I forgot what it felt like, to feel anyone or anything deeply. then i remembered. i remembered that night I asked God “why me?” and the deepest chills ran through my body. although it took months for me to receive any sort of response, when i did.. i was ready. and i was willing to take it in.. and i was willing to understand it. why me? well because i have the power of tongue. i have the power of vulnerability. i have the power to act so transparently that people forget i’m human too. everyone forgets i’m normal, too. ‘me’ because i lived my life asking God to “use” me. I spoke these words. I asked God for a purpose, and i asked that in fulfilling that purpose he stand by me. he walk with me. so here i am. one year later. in love. with a man who i mean everything to. happier. than i’ve ever been. financially stable. spiritually balanced. emotionally ready. and open. for any and everything. releasing “I love my love” was never ever supposed to be the breakthrough of my career. my intentions were never to sell a million copies.. all i wanted was to tell my stories, by doing what i started first. writing spoken word. writing how i felt. telling stories about the heart aches i’ve been through. the shit that I’ve seen. let people know that my background isn’t peaches and cream. i come from a fucked up situation, but look at where it brought me. seriously, look at where life brought me. i heal hearts. i ease minds. i inspire. i’m living out my dreams. no more shitty jobs. no more cruel bosses. no more studying for classes that will never and have never ever filled my soul. I’m fucking happy dude. who would’ve known.


So, thank you to all of my followers, I appreciate all of you and your kinky ways.

Our journey has been a strange one, and we’ve been working at it for close to a year now. I like to think of it as a hybrid of sissy/slave/bdsm where certain aspects apply at all times and others definitely do not. I am in full control of everything in our lives. That much is true. I am control. I am the boss.

My husband is a pathetic sissy. He obeys and when he does not he gets punished. I like to test him and tease him. And I like it when he fails. Because I get to punish then.

As of now he is not full sissy, I do not refer to him as female or as a she, nor do I really want to. To be honest, having a “girlfriend” doesn’t turn me on, like at all. I do however love having him caged up and trapped, I like playing with his hair and occasionally makeup. I enjoy fucking him and leaving him hanging. And I really really love the idea that he walks around with panties, a bralette, and usually some sort of female shirt on under his normal clothing. The idea of him getting caught and humiliated wearing it is a big turn on to me. Especially when he’s working with all guys. His one friend I’ve hinted at it more than once what we do behind closed doors. He hasn’t really caught on though. I also call him my bitch #2.

For us it’s a balancing act. We are constantly working and evolving our relationship to make it work for us. And I know I’m happy. I’d say I hope he is too, but really, why on earth would a queen care about a slaves feelings 😉

Crush (Mark)

Request: mark scenario where u confess to him but he doesn’t like you back because he only saw u as a lil sis. so a few years later after losing connection with him u guys meet again at a party and ur hot af, u tease him with ur new look and he cant resist
Length: 1,964 words
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Suggestive

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