i look like a drug dealer when i do it :(

Svt as cheesy pick up lines~

Lol she back at it again. I always do these when I’m bored so enjoy~


Seungcheol: “I seem to have lost my number, do you think I could have yours?”

Jeonghan: “do I know you? Because you look exactly like my next girlfriend”

Jisoo:“if I could re-arrange the alphabet I’d put u and I together”

Junhui: are you African? Because you’re a frican babe"

Soon young: “if you were a booger I’d pick you first”

Wonwoo: “I don’t have my library card on me but do you mind if I check you out?”

Jihoon: “are you a magician? Because when I look at you everyone else disappears”

Mingyu: “if you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber”

Minghao: is your dad a drug dealer? Because you’re dope"

Seokmin: “do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte”

Seungkwan: are you a parking ticket? Because you have fine written all over you"

Hansol: “feel my shirt. That’s boyfriend material”

Chan: “is your nickname chapstick? because I think you’re the balm”

Barrio Slums and More ch. 4

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It was quiet. And it was awkward. Lance hated that he felt so awkward. Still, he felt that if he spoke, his voice would tremble as badly as his heart was beating. He cleared his throat nervously and leaned against the door, looking at the houses they passed by and listened to the gentle hum of the engine and the low melody of the radio.

“Why’d your brother sound so upset?” he heard suddenly.

Lance looked over at him and frowned. Keith was looking at the road. “I’m not sure. He’s a jerk sometimes, that’s why I like calling him Bobo.” The corner of his mouth twitched and his eyes flitted over to Lance for a few seconds. “So, what brought on the sudden car ride?” he asked.

He was quiet for a moment. Then, “You know how you talk about being more than just this? About being bigger than Houston slums and whatnot?” Lance nodded, then hummed in agreement when he realized Keith wouldn’t see him. “Are you like… ashamed of your past? Like…. Do you want to be more and go off to a big university to leave it behind? Erase it?”

The question had caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected it. He wasn’t sure what he expected to be asked, but erasing his past? “No,” he murmured. “No I don’t think so. I’m proud of who I am. Of who my family is. Despite the lack of education or resources, they each did something. You know, the restaurant, the shop, and whatnot. They’re still able to throw a kickass party when needed. We’ve worked hard and that’s what our past shows.”

“Then what is it that you want to prove by going away and being ‘more’ like you always say?” he asked. His voice was urgent, like he needed Lance to give him a foolproof answer.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to fit in the stereotype too. I mean, my aunts all work in salons or as waitresses besides Tia Carla who owns the restaurant. My older cousins are off who knows where. My mom has worked all her life cleaning houses, my buela used to work fields in Mexico before coming here and doing being a housemaid. Papo worked in the fields too, and he got here and has the shop. I want to show that the hard work means something. I didn’t have to work fields, so I want to keep improving where we come from. I mean, do you know how frustrating it is when you see television series or movies and any time you see a Hispanic person, they end up being a maid or a gardener or a drug dealer or a cholo or some shit?” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sick of people thinking they know where my life is going just because I come from stereotypes. But I also don’t look down on my family for making an honest living.”

He was quiet for a while again. Like he was mulling over the response. Lance didn’t expect the ride to go that way. With Keith asking questions and Lance ranting, waiting in silence until Keith spoke again.

“At least you know who you are.”

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TL;DT at bottom

Last couple days have been a nightmare.
Tuesday- assistant manager tells me all the mid tasks are done and I just need to worry about my closing tasks. Cool. Turns out literally NONE of the tasks were done. Not one. And that morning the store was closed for an extra 4 hours because the company’s update on our POS system crashed, people were not happy. So I finish them, whatever. I start my period literally 45 minutes from when my shift started. EVEN BETTER. A girl who is in training calls and says she’s going to be late. How late? She can’t give me an estimate. Phone rings again, my closer’s car broke down and she might be late (at least she called an hour ahead).
Wednesday-talk to my manager about the previous day, her response “oh I’m so sorry I was in a meeting with our district manager” THEN EHY DID YOU TELL ME THEY WERE DONE? I had to do her tasks at the end of the night before! Plus I had two girls who hate each other and I have to try and keep them separated in a small bar area where everyone is literally within five feet of each other for 8 hours. And listen to them bitch about one another (love the drama, hate that I’m their supervisor )
Thursday- my fiance is sick and I’ve been up all night and morning taking care of him. Guess what, allergies weren’t allergies I have a cold now. Can’t call in because every supervisor is working or unavailable (yet I signed a contract stating I wouldn’t go to work sick?) Anyways go in and everything is a disaster. The lobby is gross, trash overfilled, lines of customers who are all upset. Midday shift hands me the keys to the store and takes her break. Before I clocked in. I still had my purse on my shoulder and sunglasses on my head. No apron either. Jump right in and it’s like everyone wants to talk to the manager. All I want to do is get my coworkers in order and figure out what happened and how can I make everything fluid again. But instead I have to run around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to talk to angry customers and also help make drinks and get everyone’s food. End of the day I was dead.
Friday- Lady calls and wants her receipt from two days ago. Can’t remember her order or what time she came in (literally the only two ways I can search for it) finally found it after ten minutes and she asked if I could mail it to her. Now I am a lowly employee who is in charge of smaller employees at a retail cafe. Plus that isn’t even a thing. I told her she would have to come by and we could print it. Says shell swing by tonight. Never came. I finally take my lunch and I’m already sick, pmsing, and slept maybe 8 hours in the last 3 days combined. It’s the first time this week I actually sit down and try to enjoy my 30 minute break. Not one, not two, but three employees needed me. One for a void on a transaction (which could have waited until I came back),two a customer wanted to know the ingredients in a drink (the person on POS could have told me instead of saying a customer wanted to speak with me), three an employee wanted to know how to make something but literally the directions are on the packet. Ended up telling everyone to leave me the fuck alone and me and one other girl (who is a dear friend of mine) and I got into a screaming fit in the back room.
Saturday (today): tried to request the day off two months ago but my manager said already four people requested it off. It’s the two year anniversary of my father’s death and I would love to spend it with my family (we’re an emotional group). No can do. AND TO TOP THE LIST! Literally right after I clock on and get on the floor I hear screaming coming from the drive thru window. It was along the lines of: “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! I HAVNT SEEN YOU BEFORE! EVERYONE HERE KNOWS MY ORDER!” Fortunately another supervisor was there and she said she’d handle it. THANK GOD! I still hear screaming and cussing so I decide to come over and see what the problem was because everyone in our lobby was looking over the counter, watching as this chick was trying to open her car door. I told her she needed to calm down and lower her voice, TWICE. I almost brought out my phone so if she did try to jump through our window I had evidence (AND A YOUTUBE VIDEO). She scoffed and sat back down in her car and bitched about how rude I was and how rude the other girl was and she’s a regular how dare we treat her like this (she’s like this EVERY morning. She has a reputation yet our manager won’t ban her). Anyways go on about the day and try to push to the finish line. Guy come by walks slightly behind the counter to grab a broom (TOTAL NO GO ZONE. I WAS HERE WHEN MY STORE WAS ROBBED DO NOT COME BEHIND THE COUNTER!). So I said the typical “sir, can I HELP you?” “Well I’d didnt want to have your girls clean the men’s room.” First of all our two restrooms are gender neutral because they are singles. Second, I’ve cleaned vomit from sinks, clogged toilets, period blood, shit on the floors, piss, and whatever that thing was in the corner. Third of all, and have I mentioned it, DONT GO BEHIND MY COINTER. Dude also looked like a drug dealer who would sell you an ounce of weed for $5 or a ride to the nearest 711. Then another guy came in and one of the girls told me a couple of nights ago her and a male friend were at a nearby gasstation and he made sexual motions towards her. So I told her to go into the back room take her break and I’ll keep an eye on him. I walk by him later in the night and he tried to say something to me. Fortunately my fiance was there and told him “don’t talk to her”. Shut his ass down fast. My fiance is NOT a fighter but if someone is making me uncomfortable he will shut that shit down. He’s amazing like that. So the rest of the night my fiance say at the table closest to my register so he can keep an eye on the creeper. FIANLLY 3 MINUTES UNTIL CLOSING and a MOB of people come in wanting drinks upon drinks. I take their orders and tell everyone in the lobby if they’re not waiting on their order they need to leave and the store is officially closed. Crepper dude comes up and my fiance snaps up and goes between us and he’s like “yo I just want to use the restroom” YA! “no sire the store is officially closed.” And just as if someone answered my prayers because a security guard came in and escorted that specific person out of the store. Just so happens during his smoke break my fiance had a chit chat with the security guard.
Good news is a competition company wants to take me with better paid, same benefits, longer lunch, as a supervisor with the same schedule and hours, and my store manager could possible be my old supervisor (who I replaced) who actually appreciates my hard work and is also a friend of mine. Honestly if she gets that promotion I’m gone from this stupid ass company. Only thing keeping me is it’s two cities away (managable but my car broke down and my only method of transportation is by train. And I’d be closing at the dead of night taking the train where there’s been a LOT of crime.)

TL;DR: Week was one of the roughest. Ended up with some lady screaming bloody murder over a $5 drink. Fiance had to fend off this creepy ass guy. Managers suck. Customers suck. But I might get a better job that’s exactly the same but o get more out of it.

the bank job/crime & punishment

alright. let me start off by saying i’m sitting here with a cup of tea because i think i’m in shock. ugh. like last week, i’ve just bulletpointed again because so much happened and i’m sorry for the language and the amount of capitals but i wrote this in real time watching the episodes and they have messed me up man. if u guys wanna share thoughts with me or ask questions pls do because we’re all in this together(i luv hsm). here we go.

the bank job:

  • “do i even have quads?”
  • rosa looked so funny “wagging her tail” with a serious look on her face
  • “if my desk phone rings just ignore it i don’t answer it anyway”
  • “she’s a smooth criminal, M.J, RIP”
  • adrien pimento king of casual one liners, case in point: “i won’t do kids, that’s a rule. but that rule is negotiable if the kid’s a dick”
  • amy is honestly the least subtle person when she’s trying to be chill i luv her
  • “come on fetus, let’s bounce" 
  • ok but like…jake beating up pimento did things to me like not to be out of line but it was highkey rly hot i was into it big time
  • "brother to sister, you’ve never looked sexier”
  • sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet 
  • “women can be drug dealers too hashtag i’m with her” jake is all about that equality even when drugs are involved

crime & punishment:

  • r they having a candlelit vigil for a dead rat??? is that?? am i seeing this right????
  • jake’s mugshot lmaoooo
  • a la la land singalong WHO IS THIS ROSA
  • “don’t lose” thanks holt real motivational!!!!
  • charles with white hair does NOT look right
  •  "you need to get your crap in order!“ "okay, yeah you’re right. i’ll take a nap” me when i wanna ignore my life
  •  "i love you" “i know, han solo. love you too”
  • rosa’s wearing piiiiiiink
  • charles having the realisation he’s not a crippled old man was such an uplifting experience
  •  oh man suddenly i want some onion rings real bad
  • “ames how would you like to take a romantic trip to the town of horse ditch, pennsylvania” yah jake ~*so romantic*~
  • holt and rosa’s relationship in this episode is so important
  • amy called jake babe and it really gave me the tiniest bit of life
  • “i’ll wait for you, i’ll keep fighting for you and so will everyone at the nine nine” i cried GET MARRIED
  • rosa’s wearing pink agaaaaaaiiiinnn
  • “you guys are so cute and i love you” pregnancy made gina nice
  • ok the moment they figured out where the money had been transferred from - my entire body just drained
  • gina putting her hand on amy’s shoulder was like the sweetest thing ever it made me happy for 0.03 seconds
  • has anyone counted how many times jake said “cool” because that’s a damn achievement @ andy samberg how did u do that

in conclusion: i am sad.

healing ; J. Yoonoh

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➮ summary: after taeyong breaks your heart you meet jaehyun and things start to turn for the better, and then for the worse.

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“Hey, are you alright?” a deep voice asked, holding a hand out to her.

She looked up to see a handsome man with dark hair and kind eyes holding his pale hand out for her, she timidly set her hand in his. Y/N watched as the muscles in his arms flexed while pulling her off the ground, but turned away quickly as she rubbed her hands along her chilly arms.

“Are you cold?” he asked, starting to pull his coat off for her.

“N-No, it’s alright,” she mumbled, holding her hands out to stop him, but he takes it to his advantage and pulls the sleeves onto her arms. The heat warms her and she sighs in content once he backs away.

“Lucky you, I never get cold, I just wear coats for looks,” he laughed with a sweet grin. She rolled her eyes looking up at him and then noticed her bright red eyes from previously crying. “Oh shit, are you okay? Come on, let’s go outside where it’s less crowded,” he said, setting his hand on the small of her back, and led her outside.

A small swing was outside, a couple occupying it at the moment, but Jaehyun scared them off allowing him and Y/N to sit in peace and quiet. She laughed quietly as she watched the couple scoff and whisper drunkenly on their way inside, but did nothing about it.

Jaehyun ushered Y/N over, and the two sat on the swings as the breeze softly swung the two of them.

“Uh, thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” she whispered, unable to look at him. She raised her hand to her mouth to chew the excess nails away. “I never caught your name though,” she stated, looking over to him, watching as he brushed the curls from his face.

“It’s Jung Yoonoh, but I go by Jaehyun,” he grinned. “You’re Y/N, right? I’m actually a friend of Taeyong’s, but I suspect you found out?” he asked, his voice soft and sweet. She wanted to listen to that vibrato all night, but the words that fell from his lips made him recount his thoughts.


“Oh, did you not know?”

“About him and Seulgi? It was just a one time thing, right?” she asked, but the look on his face changed that thought. She turned her head to the side, tears brimming, “I thought he was just mad, and I had the decency to think that he’d be better than that.”

“It’s been going on for a year now, he always would flaunt that he had two woman, and even a few more every now and again. We all hated how he fooled around, but I’m sorry to say it was none of our business,” he explained to her, she nodded in understanding.

“I understand. Damn, I wish he wasn’t such a coward and just broke it off if he wasn’t happy. No wonder he always came home with a tantrum on his lips.

Jaehyun watched her, his eyes filled with pity as the tears threatened to fall. He stood up, allowing Y/N to cry into his shoulder while he rocked the two of them back and forth. The music inside still beating loud enough for them to follow to the tune.

After a few minutes, she pushed against his chest, making him back away with a small smile. “Thanks,” she whispered, moving back to the swings. He nodded, following after.

It was silent between them until Jaehyun perked up at the sight of a couple starting to walk outside through the windows. He turned to Y/N with a devilish look in his eye as an idea popped into his head.

“You want to do something fun?” he asked, trying to get her thoughts off her ex-boyfriend. She nodded excitedly and he whispered in her ear to follow his lead.

The couple walked outside to the railing, and Jaehyun began to speak in a hushed tone. “Well, I got the… you know out of this province, but you did clean the fingerprints off, right?” he asked, a small smile lips.

“Me?” she whispered back, a grin suppressed under her words. “I thought that was your job?”

“Oh, God, Y/N! Not again!” Jaehyun said a little too loud, making the couple jump and quickly run back into the house.

It continued a few more times until Johnny Seo, the host of the party came out with an angry look, but it faded when he saw Jaehyun.

“Could you stop making jokes like that? I know you have fun doing it, and so do I from time to time, but when people come and bother be about having a murderer/drug dealer/ whatever at the party, it’s no longer fun for me,” he ranted, hands on his hips.

Jaehyun apologized, and Johnny sighed returning inside moments later his head popping back out. “I’d be careful, I saw Taeyong storming around downstairs a few minutes ago.”

The two looked at each other before standing up in a rush, ready to retreat to any form of safety, “I know a exit we can clear out of here.”


“If you don’t want to get into a fight with Taeyong, we need to leave now,” Jaehyun demanded, taking her hand, and pulling her off the deck.

A sound of footsteps alerted the two just as they took off, and Y/N made the mistake of looking back to catch the cold gaze of Taeyong. His hands were clenched tightly, and he followed after them at the speed of light. Y/N’s hands fastened around Jaehyun’s in her nervousness and Jaehyun turned to check on her only to get tackled instantly by her (ex-)boyfriend.

“Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend, you punk,” Taeyong seethed, his fists flying towards Jaehyun in his rage. A loud noise came from behind them as Y/N ran forward, grabbing his fists and getting knocked in the face as well in her attempt to pin him to the ground.

Thankfully, Johnny had seen Taeyong stomping his way outside, and quickly followed. He shoved Y/N off and sat on Taeyong’s back to keep him pinned down.

“She’s not your girlfriend,” Jaehyun said coldly, not a hint of emotion in his voice. He stood, his hand around his nose as the blood seeped between his fingers.

“She is, you motherfucker, I made one mistake, and didn’t even go through with having sex with Seulgi. I swear, Y/N! I swear, please, I came out here to apologize,” he pleaded, tears pooling into the dewy grass beneath him.

Johnny leaned over to look at Taeyong’s face, and groaned loudly, “Fake tears, really? Now, that’s a bit much,” he cackled, pushing more of his weight into his ‘friend’.

“Don’t worry Taeyong, Jaehyun has told me everything. I know you’ve fooled around with other girls and I’m done. We’re over, and I don’t need this emotional rollercoaster when I can find someone better than you,” Y/N hissed, glaring down at the pathetic looking teen. His expression changed immediately at her words, flipping Johnny off of him, and stood towering over her.

“You think because you’ve had some sweet moments with him, you’ll live happily ever after?” he asked, the tone in his voice amused. He stared into her eyes, a look that she once thought of as love, but now looked like hatred. “Well, you’re wrong because he’s just as bad as me,” he whispered in her ear, slowly trailing his breath along her skin before turning to walk back into the party, knocking his shoulder against Jaehyun’s and leaving.

The three stood together, breathing heavily from the breathless scene that just transpired between them, before laughing loudly.

“Johnny?” a voice called from the deck before running over to the three of them, “Oh, God, are you alright?” the voice asked, shining in the pale moonlight to show that she was Wendy. “Oh, shit, Y/N? What happened? You all look like Hell froze over and you’re looking for a place to stay.”

“We just had a little argument with Taeyong,” Y/N muttered, happy to see her.

“A little?” she asked in astonishment, taking her hands, “Honey, you have a black eye and a broke heart. Why don’t we all head back to my house, and get you fixed up, alright?” she asked, looking between the three.

Reluctantly, they nodded, and followed after her to her car, since they were all pretty tipsy.

“I’m Wendy, what’s your name?” she asked, holding her hand out to Jaehyun into the back with you.

“Jaehyun,” he greeted with a smile himself.

He looked at Y/N worriedly, touching the forming bruise around her eye gently. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, are you?” she asked, looking at the small bruises forming on his face and the bloody nose that was still slightly running.

“Yeah, I’m just ready to take a long nap,” he sighed, the car starting, and the car pulling out of Johnny’s party, leaving it at the hands of drunken teens.


“actually guys, I need to call someone to watch the house, I almost forgot it was my own…” Johnny muttered, picking up his phone and dialing his most reliable friend, Winwin, who hadn’t even gone to the party because he was responsible and barely drank.

“But hyung, I’m on a date…” Winwin groaned over the phone.

“Take your date to the party, have a good time! Just don’t get drunk.”

Baby, I Got Your Back (Sehun, You) Scenario

My first SPY! au… enjoy! This was inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting Prompt #236

(1st person POV)

“Agent AG1, your presence is requested at headquarters.”

I sighed at the robotic female voice’s message before biting my lip and replying with a curt, “Copy. Give me 15.“

It was half past 1A.M. and I was in the middle of transcribing an interview for my boss when my phone rang—my blackberry, that is which had my fingers stop from typing. The phone vibrated inside my drawer and as I took it out, I sat up straighter and answered with a hushed, “Agent AG1.”

It wasn’t that difficult to leave work considering my hours are pretty flexible so I merely told one of my co-workers that I had to leave to pick up a package and will be back later tonight. The thing I loved about this place was that people never really asked questions and so I let myself out without further notice.


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lintrollersareuseless-deactivat  asked:

batbros fly-by hugs. it's like it was made for those losers

The Gotham night is damp and sour, smoke and pollution filling every inch that isn’t yet taken by corruption and misery.
It’s kind of a nice night, actually.
Robin’s crouched on a rooftop on his Father’s orders. He’d been sent ahead to scout the area, and was awaiting further instruction. He’s impatient now, though – apart from anything, his skills are clearly wasted on mere reconnaissance – and it’s been almost forty minutes of this. Alone in the dark and not a fight to be seen. He’s irritated at his father and at his stupid costume and how his hair is just barely too long now that it tickles his neck when he moves. Which is no excuse for failing to spot his assailant.

One moment he’s on the solid rooftop, wondering if he imagined the sound of a footstep, and the next–

He’s lifted easily from his crouch, a strong arm squeezing tight around his torso, and they’re halfway off the building before he can do more than sputter. He’s readying an attack – something violent, painful, and definitely not Batman-approved – when he becomes aware of two things; the first is a very familiar blend of aftershave and kevlar. The second is the ghost of a laugh around the back of his head.

“I’m so glad I met you,” Nightwing tells him quietly, earnestly, over the rush of the air and his billowing yellow cape. One hand tight gripped tight to one of his pre-placed lines, the pressure of the other doing funny things to Damian’s ribcage. He opens his mouth to retort, but doesn’t quite get there.

And Grayson twists in the air, expertly loosening his grip on the line. Safe and controlled for both of them. Then they’re on another rooftop and Robin’s pulled into a squeezing hug. It barely lasts a moment, and there’s a flash of white teeth in an obnoxiously large grin before Nightwing’s gone.

Robin, bewildered, stays behind. As an afterthought, he spits out a bug.

The Red Hood is in heavy shadow, treading as softly as he knows how.
He’s high above the deal on the warehouse catwalk, eyeing off the two warring factions. According to his runners, some big shit’s gonna go down tonight at this ‘unarmed’ meet, and a couple telltale bulges in the backs of jeans has him cringing prematurely.

The only question is, who’s going to draw first?

He edges closer to the windows, doing a second scan for explosives or any other surprises. Looks like pretty standard firearms for drug-dealers, nothing too far out of the ordinary. It doesn’t hurt to be careful.

He’s creeping closer to the action, gun in one hand, when he catches sight of a shadow in his peripheral.


Whirling quick, he catches sight of black and blue (“I could’ve shot you!” he doesn’t say, because Dick’s a lot of things, but – nope, he’s definitely stupid… ), and then he’s being cuddled. Fucking–

“I miss you, little wing.”

One last squeeze, a sad-sounding little puff of breath, and then Nightwing fucking cartwheels back through the skylight. Go figure.

Hood scowls, figuring it’s safe under the helmet, and jams his gun back into the holster. Goddamn guilt-trip.

Red Robin is frowning. He was supposed to meet with an informant tonight, and, after spending the last two hours scouting out the building for potential traps, the guy’s a no-show. He’s going to stick it out another thirty, forty minutes tops, just in case. Then he’ll do a quick run around his usual route and hit his apartment to finally catch some sleep. With WE and Red Robin and the Titans… and living alone, properly, really alone for the first time… he hasn’t had a lot of time for. Well, anything.

He hasn’t even had a chance to read through those GED flyers he picked up.

He sighs and rubs his temples through the cowl, curling his shoulders further inward. He closes his eyes, listing sideways against the file cabinet. Maybe the guy was held up.

He hears a faint creeeaaak of the floorboard and shifts his weight back on to his aching calves. Waiting a moment to growl,

“You’re late.”

And instead of the acne-scarred middle-manager, he gets. Well. An open-armed Nightwing, who waits patiently for him to rise from the crouch. “What’re you doing here–?” he says, voice back to normal.

His answer comes by way of an enormous hug.

“I’ll never not be proud of you,” Nightwing murmurs.

“Oh,” Red Robin– Tim says. Arms rising hesitantly to squeeze back.

“Every single day you amaze me.” And for minutes, neither of them move. Nightwing’s hair is tickling the skin of Tim’s cheek.

And finally, pulling back with a smile, Nightwing says, “You’ve got business, kiddo,” and salutes, vanishes back up into the vents. Because of course he does.

Then there’s a much heavier, clumsier tread by the door.

Tim clears his throat. “You’re late,” he growls, again.

Out in the fresh night air, cheeks wind-pinked, Nightwing grins broadly.

To the air, he says, “Thanks so much, O. Couldn’t’ve done it without you.” And then, “Next time, you think we’ll go for B?”

He laughs, an infectious sound, and dives into the waiting night.


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What would the following characters use as bad pickup line: Finnian, Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Snake, Lau, Grell, Undertaker, William, Ronald, Joker, Angela, Hannah, Claude

Warning: below are some very bad pick up lines and if you use them it may result in getting slapped.

Sebastian: what’s your favourite silverware? Because I like to spoon!

Ronald: your father must be a drug dealer, Because you’re so dope.

Hannah: did it hurt when you crawled up from hell?

Claude: you’re like a candy bar, half sweet and half nuts!

Finnian: I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you instead?

Undertaker: hey I’m looking for treasure, can I look around your chest?

Grell: do you like bacon? Wanna strip?

Mey-Rin: are you google? Because you’re the answer to everything I’m searching for.

Joker: I wanna put my thingy in your thingy.

Snake: baby you look so sweet your giving me a cavity!

Angelo: are you lost? Because it’s do strange to see an angel this far from heaven.

Lau: do you believe in love at first sight? Or do I have to walk by again?

William: can I see that label? I just want to see if it says made in heaven.

#BodyPositivityWeek: These Guys Took Their Clothes Off To Talk About Body Positivity
"Part of the reason I’ve had a difficult time accepting what my body looks like is because it’s not an accurate representation of my overall health or lifestyle."
By David Bertozzi, Taylor Miller

Body Positivity Week is a week of content devoted to exploring and celebrating our complicated relationships with our bodies. Over the course of the week, BuzzFeed will cover diverse topics such as body image and body dysmorphia; eating disorders; fitness, health, and illness; and offer tips on how to improve our relationships with our bodies. To stay aligned with this purpose, the people in the following images have been photographed in natural light and they have not undergone any beauty retouching.

“I remember when I was kid I really wanted to be an actor, like most kids probably, but unlike most kids I knew that I wouldn’t be able to make a career of it as early as 9 to 10 years old.”

“My amputation is congenital, and the only time I see my body type in the media is when it’s around some sort of tragedy. It would be nice to see a success story in the media, or maybe just an amputee being not actually THE story.

“Since I’ve become an avid trainer and gotten involved in following and learning from other adaptive athletes, I’ve loved the challenge of working out my arms. The progress there is the result of a lot of hard work and creative training.” —Taylor

“As a person who identifies as male/non-­binary, but chooses not to medically transition, it’s almost impossible to think of any representatives in the media.”

“I thought to myself, ‘If I can’t find someone that looks like me in the media, why not just do it myself?’ Transitioning is such a huge, personal decision that not every trans/non-­binary person makes. For some it is an absolute necessity for both their physical and mental well-being, but that’s not always the case. People may not understand right away and may want to have discussions with you that you may find uncomfortable, but oftentimes it’s not coming from a negative place, just a desire to understand.” —Leah

“The media would most likely typecast me as a gangster, drug user, or drug dealer because I have tattoos.”

“I’ve been told, ‘Your scar won’t get you any bookings or work. You will have to always cover them up and on top of that you are black.’ This is my motivation to change things in the media regarding body types and scars. The least I can do is bring myself exactly how I was created: a model with scars and natural imperfections that are perfectly me.” —Jimmy

“When you look at a man you’re attracted to, you always have to check if you’re attracted to them or if you want to be them.”

“The question becomes: ‘Since these images — these white, muscular, heteronormative bodies — that I’m conditioned to desire do not look like me, how could I be possibly allowed to desire, to love what I look like?’ I’m a lot better about it nowadays but still, I have to remind myself every day: We are more than just our bodies, so don’t stress. And take a selfie, because you look cute today.” —Matt

“For a long time I worried that I wasn’t the ‘ideal look’ so I tried to cover myself in ill-fitting, expensive clothes that I didn’t even feel comfortable in.”

“People find reasons to not appreciate bigger people because they think they look ‘unhealthy.’ I say we tell those people to get out of the unhealthy mindset of disrespecting others and celebrate beauty for all. It wasn’t until I started being true to my size that I started dressing for my happiness, and not for others.” —Kyle

“Commercials always told the story that acne could be cured and cleared.”

“My breakouts have subsided after trying dozens of treatments, but I still see the scars all over my face and on my chest. Does it bother me? Not so much anymore. I wish that we could tell everyone that acne and blemishes are not signs that we are broken. I wish that we could teach each other to look at ourselves in the mirror and love the skin we wear. Treatments and chemicals may help some guys find clear skin. But for guys like me who will show off our scars for everyone to see, we need to learn that we can be happy and confident in any skin.” —Kenny

“The words ‘androgynous and ‘plus size’ are never seen together in the media.”

“As a child, I thought I had to look a certain way to be accepted by society. I used to see myself as a day late and a dollar short of beauty. Now, I see myself through a less influenced lens and I do my own thing.” —Mojo

“I learned at an early age that I didn’t look the way I should — meaning I didn’t look like the images of men I had seen on TV and in magazines.”

“In high school I heavily abused Photoshop to fool strangers on social media that I was much thinner than I actually am. I am a little more honest and comfortable with my body today, but I think that if media were a bit more inclusive, I wouldn’t have wasted so much of my life obsessing over something that shouldn’t matter.” —Chad

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen scars of this nature anywhere in TV/film/print.”

“The only mention of keloids that I’ve seen in the media is for the advertisement of their removal. When the scarring first happened, I was depressed, especially after learning that my skin would probably never look the same again. Everywhere I looked in the media I saw perfection, and anytime I saw a shirtless male on TV, in a movie, or in a magazine, I was just reminded of the fact that I would never look like that. It took years for me to get comfortable with my body and the way I look.” —Andrew

“Do I wish I was looked like all the ‘sexy’ examples of 50 and over maleness? Sure, but it ain’t going happen.”

“As a gay man of certain age, I’ve grown used to body shaming. I grew up in a time when HIV/AIDS had a solid hold. Guy began to shun the lean physique so prized in the 1970s and embrace the cartoon, steroid-induced “Tom of Finland” idea of masculinity. I never fit into any body type except average, and average wasn’t desirable. I find it so refreshing that today, extreme body fascism seems to have subsided a bit; guys of all shapes and sizes can find their own niche.” —Bruce

“Being an Olympic weightlifter, I pride myself on my dedication to personal fitness, but because my body doesn’t fit the Asian stereotype, my Asian-ness is questioned.”

“Asian athletes are portrayed as the unicorns of the Asian race because fit, tall Asian guys aren’t supposed to exist within the colonialist narrative that still exists today. I want to see the diversification of all racial representations in the media because so often, people of different races and ethnicities get boiled down to fit one dominating stereotype.” —Nico

“When it comes to big dudes there are so many levels, and in the media we’re portrayed as sloppy.”

“I can’t even name any big actors, really. There’s no big leading men. There should be, ’cause we out here too. Our lack of representation makes me go harder,because I hate to see big dudes doubting themselves.” —Joseph

“As a heavily bullied gay child, I remember seeing the massive bodybuilders on fitness magazine covers and being in such awe of their sheer size and strength.”

“It was such a thrilling and inspiring thing to see. It’s definitely one of the first moments I remember noticing my attraction for men, which I understood then in more aspirational terms, i.e., ‘I want to look like them.’ I’ve been into working out since I was a teen, but it wasn’t until last year that I really made a commitment to pursuing bodybuilding seriously.” —Alan

“Bearded, hairy men are almost always muscular or overweight. One extreme or the other, no in between.”

“Media/TV/film/ads used to affect the way I saw myself when I was younger. As you mature you become more comfortable in the skin you’re in. It took years to be OK with being just average.

I’m happy to see focus on female body empowerment, but we can’t forget the guys.We are affected by images on TV/film/paper, too. This Body Revolution can be shared by all genders.” — Brandon

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Red Hot Chili Peppers ~ Rolling Stone 2006
  • Anthony: (about John’s audition for Thelonious Monster) In the moment, it was, 'That's my new favorite guitar player and best friend.' John and I became inseparable. Every day, we'd get together -- eat, smoke cigarettes, chase girls, play pool.
  • Flea: Then it was like John swung the other way. He'd been this eager kid, who would do anything to make the band work. Then BSSM came out, and he was like, 'These guys are a bunch of assholes, sellouts.' Becoming a hard-core junkie, deciding to live that life for a period. It was an intense decision, the most extreme I'd ever seen. And I've seen a lot.
  • John: Chasing girls, running around and being silly, I didn't want to do that anymore. But I didn't know how to be an artist, a creative person, in the world. I only knew how to do that in the privacy of my home. I should have talked about what I was feeling, but we weren't close at the time. Flea was going through a divorce. If I'd be bumming out about something, he'd be like: 'You're fine. Look at me. My life is ruined.' And it was true, compared to my problems. If I had quit when I first thought of, I'm positive I would have gone on to a steady, paced life. I was not in the depths of darkness. I was 'no shame.' There was a dealer with the best Persian heroin and the best cocaine. He had thirty customers when I met him. He dumped them all so he could deal with me. The whole experience of being a drug addict and getting out of it, I don't see it the way other people do. Any rejoicing you do in life has to do with something you've overcome. I had my reasons for doing it, and they were as good as my reasons for not doing it. Success, in a way, is this monster that says, 'Now you're gonna do this, and now you're gonna do that.' And everybody does what the fuck that monster tells them. I'm somebody who didn't do that. I'm proud of myself for quitting the band when I did.
  • Anthony: I was struggling when he came back. I had one last relapse. It was his chance to reach out to me and say, 'Don't do that. We have too much cool shit going on here.' He was so nonjudgmental, as only another person with that kind of experience could be.
NCT Pick-Up lines
  • Taeil: Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.
  • Hansol: My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it in.
  • Johnny: Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it.
  • Taeyong: Can I buy you a drink or do you prefer cash?
  • Yuta: Girl you’re like a car accident, cause I just can’t look away.
  • Doyoung: You dropped something!(Points at the ground).... Your standards.
  • Ten: You look like trash, may I take you out?
  • Kun: Do you like to dance? Well then, could you go dance so I can talk to your friend?
  • Jaehyun: There’s only one thing I want to change about you. Your last name.
  • Winwin: Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?
  • Mark: Your daddy must be a drug dealer, cuz you’re dope.
  • Jeno: Your smile lit up the room, so I just had to come over.
  • Donghyuck: You owe me a drink, you’re so ugly I dropped mine when I saw you.
  • Jaemin: I have to show you the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. (show phone with frontcam)
  • Jisung: I’m not trying to impress you or anything, but… I’m Batman!
A Music Affair - Chapter 11

Here it is, guys! The last chapter of this fic. I’m really sad to say goodbye to it, but I’m also happy that you all seem to like it. Thank you so, so much for giving me your amazing feedback and asking for more chapters, it really inspired me. Also, thanks a lot to @jia911 for proof reading this fic and to @jordan202 for helping me with my writing. You two are the best and I couldn’t have done this without you. Anyway, I hope you all like this final chapter :)

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Owen was so confused by Amelia suddenly talking to him that he just stood there for a few seconds, looking at her. Moving to one side, he finally let her enter and watched as she quickly sat on his bed, hiding her shaky hands.
He didn’t know what to think. Owen had never seen anyone like that and, although he was still mad at Amelia, seeing her in that state made him really upset.

“What happened?” He asked her.

“First of all, I wanna apologize to you…” She looked at him, speaking honestly. “For the way I acted and how I rejected and cursed at you so many times. I’m really sorry. I would say it was the drugs talking, but it wasn’t. Not all of it. I was angry and I actually meant some of what I said. But now I see that I was totally wrong and I regret everything. I shouldn’t have done that to anyone, but mostly you.”

Owen nodded, accepting her apologies, but didn’t actually feel like he could trust her just yet.

She would sometimes look down and take deep and slow breaths. Owen didn’t know if the way she was physically was because of the drugs or the absence of it.

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Summary: “We both showed up to buy drugs from this drug dealer but the police are here and we look kinda seedy so hey let’s pretend to be a couple.” AU (i found this prompt somewhere in tumblr, if you know who came up with it message me and ill credit them)

Words: 1952

Genre: Fluff kinda; punk!Phil

Pairing: Phan

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and drug use; swearing

A/N: This is not one of my best works but I’m writing a pretty long one shot and the third chapter of amnesia so I need time and this is basically a shitty filler. 

“Mom, I’m going out.” Phil grabbed his leather jacket off the hanger and headed to the door. Mrs. Lester got out of the living room, a book in her hands and raised her eyebrows at him.

“Where?” She asked, folding her arms on her chest. She had every right to be suspicious, Phil thought. He just stormed out the house without telling anybody and came back hours later, walking straight to his room and not coming out of it until the next day. But he had always been like this. It was nothing new but it still worried his mother like hell. “Phil.”

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anonymous asked:

can you do the nurse's office or library one with solangelo please!!



I walked out of the classroom, rubbing my forehead and holding a finger on the vein that was throbbing. I could feel it quite clearly, and I knew this migraine was bad because even the slightest noise sounded grating to my ears and echoed through my brain.

It was pissing me off.

Sure, I’d had migraines before, but never so bad that I had to go to the nurses office. The last time I’d been there was when Percy accidentally punched me in the nose when he got too excited in P.E. that one time two years ago.

I was still holding my head when I walked into the office, passing my excuse note to the guy sitting in the nurse’s chair. I didn’t bother acknowledging him further than that because I had a sneaking suspicion that talking would make it worse, so I plopped down on the waiting chair and leaned my head against the wall.

“Uh, sorry, Nico, but I’m not the nurse.” It took me a couple seconds to register what the guy said, and when I did, I found that I didn’t even care that much.

“Fine. Then get the nurse.”

“He’s absent today.

"Then why the fuck are you here?”

I hadn’t even looked at the guy, but I could feel his discomfort rolling off him in waves. “I’m his son.”

“Whoop-de-doo. Congratulations. Give me pills.” This was all said in a dead pan, and I still didn’t bother looking at him. I was right when I thought that talking would make it worse.

“Do you have a prescription?”

“Do I look like I have a prescription?”

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a drug dealer. I can’t just hand you meds without a prescription.” That must be really awkward to explain to someone that you aren’t a drug dealer.

A new wave of pain washed over me, and I let out a low moan, part of me wanting to rip out the annoyingly throbbing vein in my forehead. My eyes felt tired, and I vaguely felt them drift closed.

“Hey… You okay?” I was too far gone to answer.


When I woke up, my head wasn’t pounding, and I no longer had the urge to rip out a vein.

My eyes felt gritty, and I rubbed them with the palms of my hands, sitting upright. There was a guy who looked my age sitting in the nurse’s chair, all perfect floppy blond hair and blue eyes and freckles. He looked at me, and his thin lips turned up into a smile. “You’re up.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Will Solace, nice to formally meet you, Nico.” He held out his hand. I didn’t shake it. He let it drop back down to his side. “I’m nurse Solace’s son.”

“I gathered that.” I rubbed my face and slid off the bed and stretched. “Well, bye.” He waved at me, and I didn’t wave back.


I had another migraine the week after that. This time, Mr. Solace was on campus, but eating lunch, and Will was there, organizing the desk papers.

“You really should sleep more,” was all he said when I walked it. I narrowed my eyes at him and scoffed.

“Don’t tell me what to do. And besides. Sleep is inconvenient. Meds, please. I’m dying.”

“Like I said last time-”

“At least give me an ice pack.”

“You know as well as I do that that won’t work.” We stood there staring at each other, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look at Will’s freckles and the way his lips were set into a straight line. “You could nap again. I’ll call your teachers to let them know.”

“Not a chance.”

“Then deal.”

“You’re shit at being a nurse.”

“I don’t have a degree, so I’m not a nurse.”

“This is illegal. I could get you arrested.”

“Are you going to?”

I looked at his floppy blond hair and freckles I wanted to play connect the dots with, then shook my head.

Will smiled, and turned back to the desk. “There are ice packs in the freezer, paper towels by the sink. Come by after school if you need rest.”


It was like that for a while. I would come by after school to talk, or just lay in the bed while Will told me some random story he was probably making up on the spot.

And then I came by after school one day feeling like shit. I’d been out of the closet for a while now to my group of friends, but Leo accidentally mentioned it to some people who weren’t exactly open to that kind of stuff.

Of course, I didn’t blame Leo at all, and I tried to make him realize that, but I still got the vibe that he thought it was all his fault.

For better or worse, I was out to the entire school. However, there was one person who might not know. Will.

“Hey,” I said tiredly, laying down on the bed, putting a hand over my eyes.

“You okay?”

“Nah. I could use some stupid story right about now.”

“I don’t know. Today’s might be on the serious side.”

“As long as it gets my mind off things.”

Will took a deep breath, pulling up a chair and sitting by the bed. “Once there was a… Boy made out of moonlight. He got really bad headaches because he had to be awake during the day rather than at night, when he was strongest. He was a handsome boy, with dark hair and dark eyes, with skin as pale as the moon, and the doctor who took care of him thought so, too. The doctor found that he rather liked the moonlight boy, as more than a patient. More than a friend.”

At this point, Will sounded twitchy and nervous, and I lifted my arm to stare at him. When he saw me staring, something inside him seemed to break. “And then the doctor came up with this stupid ass story to try to explain that he’s really truly gay for the moonlight boy, and now he eagerly awaits the moonlight boy’s response, and he’s scared shitless of being rejected.”

I blinked, sitting up. “Do you really think I’m handsome?”

“Nico, please.” His voice was pleading, and I thought about how this was the worst day for Will to come out to me. Or the best.

“Surprise. I’m gay, too.” Will still looked at me expectantly. I looked at his freckles, then his lips, and I wondered how many times I’d looked at his lips since I’d met him. Almost unconsciously, my hand reached up to trace my fingers along his freckles. “I think moonlight boy likes the doctor, too,” I said, because saying that I actually like him a lot is embarrassing, and I’d like to refrain from looking like a tomato, like Will.

“Do they kiss?”

“It’s your story.”

Our faces were close, and almost simultaneously, our eyes trailed down to each other’s lips. Will’s opened a bit, and I could feel his breath hitting my chin, my nose, my lips. “I think they kiss,” he breathed, and the words were like smoke, trailing from his mouth and swirling in the air before going through my mouth as I breathed in.

Thus, moonlight boy and the doctor kissed, their breath hitting each other’s as any words spoken swirled into smoke around them, making everything hazy until the only things that mattered was the two of them.

God, I’m such a sap. Will and I kissed, end of story. What you know of the story, that is. All I can say is the number of sleepless nights for both of us increased as time went by.


That didn’t end the way I expected, wow. It got kinda dirty in the end, but what can ya do?

Thanks for the request!!!

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Based on the song The Heart Wants What It Wants

(it has the same theme as Michael’s which is drugs, but it’s a lot different) HOPE YA LIKE IT


“Luke, why are you hanging out with them? They’re bad people…dangerous people and-“

“I didn’t know they were like this when I first started to get to know them and now I’m stuck with them. They’re not bad people they just…don’t do the right thing sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” I yelled with disbelief and tears in my eyes, “Luke, they’re drug dealers!” He looked down and shook his head in defeat.

That was 5 months ago. I knew in that moment that he was stuck in a place that he didn’t want to be in, but I was stuck with him. Luke didn’t talk about them much anymore because he knew it would only end in a fight he couldn’t prevent, but I knew when he would disappear without a word that he was with them. I didn’t want to believe he had joined in on their business, but I couldn’t lie to myself completely. He didn’t need to be part of that. He was in a band he didn’t need the money or the stress, but there he was.

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“Y/N, you’ll be going to warehouse with the defence team, you know what you’re doing right?” My boss told me whilst I was beginning to dress myself in my protection. This consisted of bullet proof vests and thigh pads, it’s this time when I wonder why I do what I do. I’ve been working for Australian Security Intelligence Organisation (ASIO). I kind of just fell into it when I was younger, it’s strange working for an organisation like this but I get such an adrenaline rush that I realise I wouldn’t want to do anything else.

“Yes boss, I have everything I need, what time are the targets getting into the warehouse?” I asked, we were carrying out a mission which was against the Australian Government. They were planning on kidnapping the prime minister and his people in order to find the codes which are needed to access the money banks over Australia. In my opinion it’s one the most stupid things to do. If I wanted codes for the money bank over the Australia then I would just break into the building, not kidnap anyone. Anyway, that’s what I do. Well, I work in a little corner shop during the day and by night I am a secret spy working for the Australian Security Intelligence Organisation (ASIO). The highest secret service organisation within Australia might I add.

“Right, when we get in there Y/N, you go around the back and cover the back wall for any of the targets, if you need any help you know what to do, got it?” Daniel, the head of the defence team briefed us on our roles before we entered the building. The suspects van wasn’t here yet so there was no one in the building yet, or that’s what we are hoping.  You can never assume anything in these situations, some people can be sneaky fuckers and others are just plain idiotic. To be honest, although there were no vans, there was a BMW which was around the back. Maybe they brought them in that? As I entered around the back quietly, I slowly opened the door, the warehouse was silent. No sound of anything. No clocks ticking, no footprints, no electronics around. It was just silent. I pulled out my gun and held it in front of me at the ready, slowly peering around each corner to make sure it’s clear but then I felt a hand over my mouth and being pulled back into what I assumed was a cupboard.  I used my self-defence techniques which I had learnt the other week and pushed the person who was grabbing me behind me and grabbed his arm to  twist back until he was in a keeling position in front of me “who are you worki-Luke?! What the fuck are you doing here?!” I shouted in a whisper. Let me fill you in on this ‘Luke’ person. He works for Australian Secret Intelligence Service which is a service which was brought into the system about a year after my organisation was set up. They basically do exactly the same missions as us but not up to the standard and quality which our organisation provides. If it wasn’t for this little piece of shit in front of me, they wouldn’t be running right now, they would have been shut down and all evidence they existed removed from the system. But no, precious Luke Hemmings has to come and save the fucking day. He is the most self-obsessed man I have ever met whose ego needs bringing down a peg or two. Since he started working for them, all he does it one up me on everything I do. If I get a mission, he’s done it before I even have time to get there or either way, he turns up and ends up telling everyone he did the work so gets praised for it. Not this time Luke Hemmings, you can take a back seat, I wonder what your pretty little service would think of that? “C’mon Y/N, you seriously thought you would be able to handle this on your own?” Luke looked up at me, clearly not fazed by the pressure I was applying to his arm. Until I applied more that is. “Y/N fucking hell, are you trying to break my arm?” He winced as his face became closer to the floor. If I am being honest, there was nothing more I wanted to do than break his arm. But I could get fired for that, so I opted against it as I value my job.

“I think I can handle a few men, Luke” I let go of his arm and he held it in his other whilst looking over and shaking it off a little. “Ha, that is why my service sent me here, because you’ve got this covered right? Like the last mission you got with the drug dealers? Or the time when you the cornered buy 3 guys with guns? Orr the ti-“ “Shut the fuck up, I had it covered, I don’t need help from a fucking service thank you very much” I went to grab the door handle until he pushed my hand back. “You can’t go out there and yes, we are a service why does that make a difference?” He looked down at me. It wasn’t until then I noticed his features. His broad frame leaning closer to me to push the door closed. The armour hugging his torso which made his shoulders look even bigger than usual. The way his lips are perfectly plump and his jawline clenched together and outlines by his rough stubble. As much as I hate to say this, he is fucking hot but his personality and attitude need to change before I show any consideration for this man.

“You are pretty much a shitty replica of my organisation but instead, you chose the word ‘service’ to make your selves sound more…secret when really you just duplicate my organisations work and why can’t I go out there? I have a mission to do” I yanked at the door but there was no budge. Only a light chuckle from Luke’s chest as he looked down at me again somewhat amused by my pervious words. He put his hand over mine and grabbed it off the door handle. “I know you do but if you go waltzing out there like the idiot you are, you’ll get shot and I’d hate to see such a pretty little face get ruined because you didn’t listen to the one person who understands the role of a secret spy” he pushed my hand away and smiled at me as though he didn’t just insult my ability to do my job properly. Who the fuck does he think he is? “Listen Luke, I don’t wan-“ “Shh, can you hear that?” “Hear wh-“ “Shhhhh, they’re here” Luke spoke quietly and reached to switch off the light. The door suddenly swung open causing Luke’s body to crash into mine behind the door as his arms were either side of my head.

“Clear!” I heard a voice shout out. I shut my eyes and leaned into Luke, holding my breath until the man left. Once he had, I let out what I was holding in, looking up to see Luke biting on his lip ring. How he manages to get away with a lip piercing is beyond me. For a moment we just stared at each other until reality hit me and I realised where I was. “Luke, you can get off my now, he’s gone”. Not only was he heavy but my heart rate was quickening at the thought of him fucking me against this wall. “I don’t think I want to just yet” He smirked at me and licked his lips until our faces where inches apart. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck me right now and I’ll leave you here and go and finish your little mission for you” he purred in my ear. “You’re such a fucking prick” I spoke as a grabbed his hair and pulled him down towards me. His hand snaked their way around my waist and pulled me in closer whilst out lips moved together and his tongue traced along my lip awaiting entrance. His hands worked their way up my back to unclip my vest which I had on and continued to undress me, pushing my trousers down and pulling them off. I mirrored his actions on his body and pulled his jeans down to gather at his ankles. His finger came down to my dripping heat as he ran his index finger over my slit applying a little pressure to my clit as he reached it. My leg giving in a little causing me to grab onto his upper arms to keep myself up. I heard him laugh lightly as he brought his finger up to his mouth and licked my juices of his finger. His erection standing free from its confines of his boxers as I licked my lips involuntarily. “I would love for you to suck me cock right now but we don’t have time, right now I need to just fuck you” He reached into his jeans pocket which was gathered at his feet and pulled out a condom. I looked at his questioningly as to why the fuck would he has a condom in his pocket. “Always keep one in case you change your mind and decide you want to fuck me“ He smirked as he rolled it on. Ugh, he was such an asshole. “Jump baby” “Don’t call me that” and in one swift movement my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arm around his neck as his hands guided me onto him.

 We both let out audible groan until we remembered where we were. His lips caught my moans as he kept thrusting into me, his hand gripping my waist as he pushed me further into the wall. “Fuuck, Luke” I breathed into his neck as I began leaving kisses all over it. His soft grunts in my ear pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I could not believe that this is what is happening right now. I know I shouldn’t be doing this because he is the enemy of my organisation but fuck, he feels so good inside me. Going deeper and harder every time and the angle we are makes his hit my G-spot every time his hips crash into mine.

“Tell me how good I feel inside you Y/N, oh fuck” He breathed, still remaining as quiet as he could be. Is he serious? There are various men out there who are potentially torturing our government and he wants to tell me how good he feels inside me? “So good” I pant, nearing my release. “I want more than that Y/N, don’t make me stop” His movements becoming slower “your cock feel so good inside me Luke, so fucking good, don’t stop, please faster” I breathed out unable to control my actions, my body building up as his hand came down to rub circles over my clit. “Luke, I’m close” I purred into his ear, hoping he was also close. “Let go” He whispered before his kissed me, lapping up my entire moans which left my lips into his mouth. My hands gripping tightly on his back as I reached my high. Not long after, I feel him spill into the condom and set me back onto my feet. He pulls off the condom and ties it and throws it into a nearby bin. I gather my clothes and begin to re-dress and Luke does the same. I see him smirking at me as I begin doing up my bra and pulling my top over my head before putting my vest and gun back on. “So..that was fun” He smiled, his hands in his pockets as he looked up at me, becoming somewhat shy. “Yeah, but I have to get back to my job so, if you wouldn’t mind moving” I tapped his arm but there was no budge. “Only if you promise that we can do this again sometime?” “Hm, nah. I don’t really like the idea of fucking you” I smiled as he opened the door. “Yeah, of course Y/N. Just like you didn’t want to fuck me then baby” he began to walk out. “I said don’t call me that” I whispered into him as I followed behind.
“yeah yeah, whatever. Cover me whilst I go round baby” He smirked “God, you’re such a fucking asshole” I pulled out my gun and took one last look over my shoulder at him as he winked at me before he turned left in order to complete what was originally my job.

A/N: Sorry If this isn’t what you had in mind but I actually enjoyed writing this. Feedback would be lovely and requests are open x