i need to arrest you


ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ
      sᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ( ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ) ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ!

  • ❝ This is the story of how I died. ❞
  • ❝ That’s when people usually start to look for a miracle. ❞
  • ❝ And for that one moment, everything was perfect. ❞
  • ❝ Why can’t I go outside? ❞
  • ❝ The outside world is a dangerous place filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here where you’re safe. ❞
  • ❝ All the things we’ve seen and its only eight in the morning. ❞
  • ❝ Stop taking everything so seriously. ❞
  • ❝ Stop with the mumbling, you know how I feel about the mumbling. ❞
  • ❝ I distinctly remember your birthday was last year. ❞
  • ❝ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t trust me. ❞
  • ❝ Okay, okay, okay…I’ve got a person in my closet. ❞
  • ❝ I do hate leaving you after an argument, especially when I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. ❞
  • ❝ You are not leaving this tower! Ever! ❞
  • ❝ Ugh, great. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll be back in three days time. I love you very much, dear. ❞
  • ❝ I know why you’re here and I’m not afraid of you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it. ❞
  • ❝ Who are you, and how did you find me? ❞
  • ❝ I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…hi. How ya doin’? ❞
  • ❝ I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story. ❞
  • ❝ I have made the decision to trust you. ❞
  • ❝ Tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. ❞
  • ❝ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. ❞
  • ❝ Well that’s okay, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a despicable human being. ❞
  • ❝ You know I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ❞
  • ❝ This is part of growing up. ❞
  • ❝ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ❞
  • ❝ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ❞
  • ❝ Go. Live your dream. ❞
  • ❝ Someone get me a glass, ‘cause I just found me a tall drink of water. ❞ 
  • ❝ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me. ❞
  • ❝ I have got to get me one of these. ❞
  • ❝ I was going to offer you something worth one thousand crowns, would have made you rich beyond belief. ❞
  • ❝ A gift like that, well, it has to be protected. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my reputation. ❞
  • ❝ Well a fake reputation is all a man has. ❞
  • ❝ Why would he/she like you, come on now really. ❞
  • ❝ Look at you! Do you think that he/she’s impressed? ❞
  • ❝ I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that. ❞
  • ❝ All good things to those who wait. ❞
  • ❝ Well I hope you came to apologize. ❞ 
  • ❝ I need you not to get him arrested. ❞
  • ❝ What if its not everything I dreamed it would be? ❞
  • ❝ And what if it is? What do I do then? ❞
  • ❝ You get to go find a new dream. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not scared anymore. ❞
  • ❝ We want him/her instead. ❞
  • ❝ The world is dark and selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it. ❞
  • ❝ I’m the lost princess. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power. ❞
  • ❝ But I should have been hiding from you. ❞
  • ❝ Where will you go? He/She won’t be there for you. ❞
  • ❝ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ❞
  • ❝ You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s see how fast you can run. ❞
  • ❝ We’re going where no one will ever find you again. ❞
  • ❝Our secret will die with him. ❞
  • ❝ I will never stop trying to get away from you. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t let you die. ❞
  • ❝ But if you do this, then you will die. ❞
  • ❝ You were my new dream. ❞
  • ❝ Did I ever tell you I got a thing for brunettes? ❞
  • ❝ After years and years of asking, and asking, and asking, I finally said yes. ❞


★his role in the bedroom changes with him mood

★can either be bubbly jiyong that makes you giggle through the entire thing

★or the most sadistic mother fucker known to man kind

★’what’s that, kitten? You want me to stop? If you wanted me to stop, you’d have used your safe word’’

★there are a rare few times that he lets you take control

★wants you in lace 24/7

★doesn’t like phone/skype sex

★would rather let all the sexual frustration pile up

★leading to the best sex when you’re reunited

★brings you a gift home from every place he meets

★lowkey sugardaddy

★has a notebook full or your favourite recipes so he can cook for you in the morning

★if you’re sore, he’ll help you bathe


★You could come to him demanding you bend over the sofa so he can fuck you

★or to him whining for you to tie him up and fuck him senseless


★needs to cuddle you for at least and hour after sex

★then goes to order food

★then comes back to continue the cuddles

★loves when you praise him

★l o v e s h i c k e y s

★feels proud when you give them to him

★probably shows them off

★'look at this one! it’s in the shape of a heart!‘

★'we get it, Seungri, shut up’



★so possessive oh my god

★'don’t let him touch you again’

★'it’s just jiyong’

★'do not let him touch you again.’

★king of aftercare imo

★'you good, baby?’

★always makes you have a bath after sex

★sometimes he joins you in the water

★sometimes he just sits at the side of the tub reading to you

★you have matching pajamas you put on the sleep with

★if you’re too tired to bath before you sleep, he’ll clean you up the best he can with a warm flannel

★puts your hair up before bed so it’s out of the way

★when you’ve been out drinking, you normally end up having at it in the hallway

★both laugh about it when you wake up and see you spent the entire night on the floor



★this guy loves thigh riding

★gets smug how he can make you cum with only a movement of his thigh

★when he’s in charge, he loves having you scratch his back

★’jagiiii~ i look like i’ve been attacked by a cat!’

★could receive oral for days

★high pitched whines when he’s receiving it

★mommy/daddy kink

★loves getting nudes from you

★uses them when he’s needy and away from you

★arguments about who can be the little spoon

★’but i was tied up’

★’but i was doing all the work!’

★he always ends up being the little spoon

★but his hair smells nice so it’s okay

★brings you breakfast in bed the morning after so you can watch tv


★soft dom

★'you don’t need to worry about the neighbors. if i get arrested for hurting you, we can make great use of the conjugal visit room’

★probably shows you some videos he finds funny while you cuddle after sex

★will worship you in the weirdest way possible

★'your butt is so soft. if i were small, i would use it as my bed’

★sees your body as a temple, so he won’t mark it

★loves seeing you in silk

★pet namessss




★lets you sleep on his chest

★plays with your hair while you drift off

★always takes you out for breakfast the morning after


all of my stumbling phrases
never amounted to anything worth
this feeling.

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Nothing says “sorry” like Roses

Namjoon x Reader

1.4k words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You wok at a flower shop, and Namjoon needs something that says “sorry I burned your kitchen down and spilled your grandmothers ashes; please give my dog back.” 

“What did you do?” 

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them, but it was an obvious question that you didn’t usually have to ask. Normally, when nervous men walked into the small florist shop, they wanted nothing more than to tell you why they were sleeping on the couch this time. You had heard everything, nothing surprised you anymore–other than this clumsy young man wandering around as though he had no idea how he had gotten there.

“Sorry?” He said, turning abruptly to face you.

“Not to be nosy, but I might be able to help you if I know what you’re looking for–or what you’re apologizing for.” You said, and the man rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. “You don’t have to tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I set her kitchen on fire.” He muttered after a moment.

“Oh. Well nothing says sorry like roses–” You started, but he shook his head.

“That’s not all. I broke her vase…” 

“That’s not so bad.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can give her a new one with the flowers.”

He shook his head again. “It had her grandmothers ashes in it.” 

“Oh.” That had you stumped for a moment, and he continued before you recovered. 

“Her parents hate me. She says I don’t spend enough time with her. She moved out last week and took my dog. So I need something that says “Sorry I burned down half your house, spilled your grandmothers ashes, and that I’m not very likable. Please forgive me, and give Monie back.” 

You nodded slowly. This would be tough. If you had known him as a friend, you probably would have told him to give up–at some point, relationships weren’t going to get better. You had seen it all, heard it all, and flowers could only do so much; you weren’t a miracle worker.

But not only was he a customer, his dog was at stake.

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Imagine being a cop and sent in another mission to arrest Dean again who you are secretly dating.

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“And remember, if I don’t give you a sign you are not going to to bust in like last time.” you told your team, preparing your gun as they all gave you short nods.

“Right. So that you can have more time with him to make out.” someone mumbled and you noticed it was the only woman in your team that you didn’t get along with. You had asked for her to go with someone else, to be on another team seeing as you mostly argues with her than cooperated. She simply refused to comply to your orders, she’d do whatever she wanted and came to her mind and she’d constantly throw remarks at you.

“What was that?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, showing her you wouldn’t have any of it. Whether she liked it or not you were the one on charge, you were her boss and if she kept getting on your nerves you wouldn’t hesitate to fire her as well.

Silence followed and you gave her a hard look before scoffing “Thought so.” you cleared your throat and turned to the rest of your team, at least them you trusted with you life.

“Alright guys, we’ve been through this plenty of times. You all know the drill, but just remember that these guys- they are dangerous. You know where to go look for them and if you find them, I ask this mostly as your friend and not boss: Be careful.” you looked them all over, offering a soft smile and they did the same. There was a mutual respect nobody could replace.

“Let’s hope that this time it is going to be our lucky one.” Stefan said with a small sigh and you smiled.

“Yeah let’s hope so.” you mumbled with a sigh, turning around not only so that they wouldn’t look at you but so that you couldn’t look any of them in the eyes. You weren’t the best at lying, which surprised you how you’d gotten this far with this, but also because you always felt like you were betraying them when this topic came up.

“Come on!” you signaled in a hushed tone as you held your gun in front of you.

No matter how many times you went through with this every case seemed like the first one, no matter how many times you actually went after these guys it always felt like it had not happened before just a great amount of times. You were the only one to go alone, just like every time and with every case. You were more willing to lose your own life than risk any of your friends’. You steadied your breathing as you took careful steps in almost the darkness, the only light that came was from the moon from a broken window on the far corner of the room.

“Always the brave one, aren’t you sweetheart?” came a rough voice from the corner of the room and you snapped pointing the gun at the direction it came from.

“You know me.” you said, walking slowly towards the place “I’m all for coming after the pretty one.” you said and heard a chuckle come from the darkness, this time in a different direction and you turned sharply in that way.

“Pretty one huh? Beautiful, I’m flattered!” you could hear the grin in his voice and apart from your own footstep you could hear his. But they were much more calm and steady, making your own heart beat faster “Means a lot coming from a woman like you, (Y/n).”

“You know sweet-talking me won’t get you anywhere, right Winchester?” you said, eyes squinting to take a look around you for any sort of movement. You caught sight of a shadow moving and sharply pointed your gun in that direction.

“Sweet-talking you? Oh baby girl, you know I am only saying the truth.” he laughed softly.

“Sorry if I’m having a hard time believing it when it comes from a criminal.” you scoffed and you could practically see him roll his eyes. Those beautiful, big, bright, captivating green eyes.

For a single moment you got carried away and shook your head, cursing at yourself.

“Criminal? Ouch that hurts sweetheart. We both know that what I do is far… far from that.” his voice sounded closer and you froze for a moment in your place.

“Either way you know, flirting won’t change my mind on anything Winchester.”

“Hmh probably not but- it is always such a freaking pleasure watching you blush, officer.” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“Can you? With no light around makes me wonder.” you said with a small shrug “Maybe if you turned on the lights-” you didn’t finsih your sentence, looking around. Or at least trying to.

He chuckled “Smart, baby. But I thought you’d know it by now: I can do plenty of things with dim lighting too.”

You bit your lip “That I do know.”

“Besides- we both know that what I am, and what you are, has been real fun so far, hasn’t it?” you could hear the smile in his face but didn’t move.

“I’m not here to play, Dean.” your voice sounded more stern but you knew you were slowly caving in.

“No?” his voice was laced with confusion “I thought you enjoyed us playing… like last night.” your heart leapt to your throat at the memory of just the previous night and you shut your eyes when you felt yourself growing hot again.

“Dean” the word left your lips in a completely wrong way… given the circumstances at least and what you’d want.

“And there it is.” he said in a low voice “What is it cop, are we already caving in?” yo could hear the satisfaction crystal clear.

“Good” he whispered and in that moment you felt his breath on your ear, making your instincts kick in. You took a sharp breath and snapped at him, sharply turning to hit him. Not by pulling the trigger, you were never going to do that to him – even if you had done so the first time you met – not unless there was someone present.

You heard him huff and groan but didn’t wait to respond, fighting back but always making sure of one thing: to not hurt you. You groaned when he managed to knock off the gun from your arm but in the end grinned when you managed to swing a leg over him and knock him out cold on the floor. He groaned but in the end laughed, the same kind of laugh that made the butterflies in your stomach get crazy. You breathed out a sigh and looked down at him, only to see that bright smile on his face as you pinned him down.

“Gosh I love it when you go all dom on me.” he breathed out with a boyish grin “Makes me all tingly.” he moved his hips beneath you and you gritted your teeth.

“I hate you so fucking much.” you growled and he chuckled, smiling more softly afterwards.

“No you don’t.” he whispered and you let go of his arms slowly as he brought one hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over it.

“You actually love me too fucking much to arrest me, don’t you?” he smiled softly and yu couldn’t help it. You closed your eyes and nuzzled your face in his palm.

“Damn it Dean” you looked down at him through half closed eyes “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?” he chuckled, giving you an innocent smile and you shook your head.

“You know what. This- it’s not supposed to happen like this. I am the one coming after you, I need to arrest you, yet we-”

“Always end up making love for hours every night afterwards.” he completed your sentence with an adoring grin and you bit hard on your lower lip.

“That” you whispered “That’s what you do to me. Gosh, Dean. You know I need to focus on my job.” you breathe out, leaning down to rest your hand on his chest as he hugged you tightly.

“I know but- come one sweetheart, we both know it wasn’t meant to go right from the first moment. You were never meant to really arrest me and I was never meant to want to forget about this town.” he squeezed you and you shut your eyes tightly.

“I should have known it.” your voice came out shaky as he kissed the top of your forehead, his lips lingering there “I should have seen it from the first moment. Those flirty remarks, that wink, that grin- Dear lord, that smile is going to bethe death of me.” you whispered, remembering the first time you’d went after the man.

“You were so fucking beautiful. There, pointing a gun at me with a fire in your eyes like I have never seen before in anyone else. You were so determined to get me. And then-” he chuckled “Then you got so adorably pissed off when I managed to knock you out and take your gun.” he shook his head.

“I was mostly pissed off at myself. I got carried away by those fucking gorgeous eyes of yours and let my guards down without realizing it.” you confessed and felt him grin as he kissed your cheek.

“What do ya say officer-” he started and shifted so that with your legs still wrapped around his waist he was hovering over you “-we make the most of our time and put those handcuffs of yours to good use?”

And you knew you were damned but you were going to and would always give into him. You were supposed to arrest your boyfriend but once again he was going to escape, you couldn’t do anything about it could you?

It Means (Josh Dun x reader)

Well hello frens. I’m back with another imagine because I have no life other than Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph. 😂 anyways pals, this one is kind of dark but I kind of just thought of it and wanted to write it.

If anybody has an idea for an imagine, let me go. I accept requests and it will be written relatively quickly. I accept anything with Josh Dun or Tyler Joseph, I just won’t do smut cause I’m not comfortable writing that. So request imagines even if you don’t follow me! Let me know how you like this one y'all

WARNINGS: abusive relationship (emotionally and physically) ——-

Being with Riley had been great the first three months. He was everything you looked for in a guy and he treated you well at first. You had met him at a show, he gave you his number, and you were brave enough to use it. After a few perfect dates, you and Riley had made it official and it’s been six months since then. The first three months were full of kissing, cuddling, hand holding, all the cliche crap you never thought you would have. You were full of bliss and happiness, until things changed. At first, he was just being a little bossy. He would tell you to change when you wore something that he deemed inappropriate. He told you he didn’t want you talking to any other guy, even your best friend, Josh. You figured it was typical, protective boyfriend kind of stuff. But then the name calling started. He would lash out on you and call you ugly, a slut, a piece of crap. But he would always apologize and say he was just afraid of loosing you, so you stayed. But the last month had been hell on Earth. He had been telling you how to fix yourself. It started with your weight, him telling you to eat lighter until eventually you barely ate anything the whole day. Then he dictated what you would wear everything. And he became rougher and cold, in and out of bed. He wasn’t the Riley you had agreed to date. He was a monster now and made your low self esteem sink even more. You began to hate yourself, feeling like a piece of crap. But you still stayed with him, because he loved you.

It was now your guys six month anniversary and you sat on your couch in his apartment. It was 12:37 am and Riley was God knows where doing God knows what. You had two glasses of wine poured out with a small cake on the table that read “Happy 6 Months.” You wore his favorite dress that he never let you wear in front of other people. It was a simple, thigh length black dress that hugged your body. But here you were, sitting by yourself in an empty apartment on your six month anniversary. On nights like these, when Riley stayed out late, he would come home, drunk and angry. He would yell at you for whatever and tell you that you were a piece of shit that was unworthy of your love. He’d wake up that morning, telling you that he loved you but you had to watch yourself. And you’d forgive him.

The door slammed open, yanking you from your thoughts as you look behind the couch. Riley walked in, slamming the door shut behind him. He was wasted. His hair was a mess, his tie hanging low on his neck. An angry expression played out on his face as he snarled in disgust, seeing what you had set up. “What is this bullshit?” He growled.

“Well, it’s our six month anniversary. I was thinking we could celebrate with some cake and wine.” You said with a small smile, standing up and walking in front of him.

“Are you a retard? You can’t eat cake! You are supposed to be loosing weight, you pig, not gaining it.” Riley spat in your face and you looked down at your feet, feeling tears prick your eyes.

"You are right. That was stupid.” You mumbled quietly as Riley sighed.

"What the hell are you wearing?”

You looked up at Riley who was fuming with anger. “It’s your favorite dress. I wanted to wear it for you.”

"You fucking slut. What makes you think you could wear this without my permission, you whore?” Riley yelled, turned around and hanging his jacket up.

Anger and sadness filled your body, and you didn’t even think before saying “I hardly think I’m a slut cause I wore this dress. And you know, I don’t need your permission.” You knew those words were a mistake as soon as they left your mouth. Riley spun around, his face gnarled and red. You’d never seen him so this mad. Fear rose in your body as Riley raised his hand, striking you with such force that you fell over onto the ground. You looked up at Riley, tears spilling your eyes. “I am so s-sorry.”

“You fucking slut! I try to help you, you worthless piece of shit. But you disobey me and act like a slut. You wear shit like this and practically throw yourself at any guy who looks in your direction, even that Joshua guy.” Riley screamed, taking his foot and kicking you in the gut, causing you to scream out in pain. “Shut up, you deserve this punishment.”

Riley had never gotten physical before but here you were as he continually kicked you. He picked you up and pushed his face in yours, staring into your eyes. “Will you break my rules again? Or will you obey me?”

“I’ll o-obey you. I p-promise.” You cried out as you sobbed. You felt Rileys hand met your face, a burning pain rising to the surface.

“Remember, you’re lucky to have me.” Riley growled as he threw you back on the ground, causing you to land with a soft thud. Your whole body ached as your sobbed. Riley walked off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. You slowly got up, knowing you had to get out before he exited the bathroom. You ran for the door, not bothering to grab a jacket or shoes. You twisted it open and ran out, heading to the only person that would help you. ——-

It hasn’t been your lucky day at all. Rain pounded down as you had traveled to Josh’s place, causing you to be soaked as you reached his door, timidly knocking. His door opened after a couple minutes and your yellow haired friend opened the door, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. He was only in some pajamas bottom and his hair was wild. He met you with an initial smile before a look of fear and concern spread across his face, looking at you with wide eyes. “(Y/N), what the hell happened? Are you okay?” He said, wrapping his arm around you as he led you inside.

"I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, I just didn’t know who to go to.” You frantically mumbled as your hands shook, still scared from what had happened.

"It’s fine. What happened? Did Riley do this?” Josh asked and you started sobbing when you heart his name. Josh walked over to you, his strong arms wrapping around you as you buried your face in his neck, clinging to him. “(Y/N), what happened?”

You pulled away slightly but still held on to Josh. He made you feel safe as he softly looked at you, still holding you. He lead you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around you as you both sat down. “It was our six month anniversary. I wanted to surprise him with a cake and wine and his favorite dress. But he came home late, completely drunk and started yelling. I messed up and said something to him and…”

"Did he hit you?” Josh said, anger dancing across his eyes.

"He slapped me a couple times and kept kicking me and I didn’t know what to do.” You sobbed.

"Has he done this before?” Josh said, standing up. You rarely saw him angry but his hands clutched into fists and his face started turning red.

"Josh, please calm down.” You begged. You didn’t want anything to happen to Josh and you didn’t want him to do anything stupid.

”(Y/N), I need to know if he has done this before.”

“He’s never hurt me but…” your voice trailed off, too scared to tell him about the emotional abuse you had dealt with.


"He told me what to do, eat, wear. Who to talk to and not talk to. He called me names and made me feel like nothing.” You whispered, staring down at your hands.

Josh was fuming with anger, but he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Listen, why don’t you get into some of my clothes, and you can sleep here tonight?”

"Thanks, Josh.”

"Anything for you. I’ll always be here for you.” ——-

You woke up to a phone ringing. It was still dark and you shifted in bed. Josh had given you one of his shirts and some sweats to wear and your hair was pulled in a bun. You reached your phone, you voice dripping with sleep. “Hello?”

"Hey, babe.” Josh’s husky voice filled your ears and your eyebrow raised as you sat up

"Josh, what’s going on? Where are you?” You nervously asked, reaching to turn a light on.

"Listen, I only have a couple minutes to talk, but I kind of got… arrested. I’m at the police department and I need you to bail me out.” Josh meekly said and you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"What did you do? Why did you leave? Josh?” You asked, fear filling your heart. You already had an idea as to what happened but you needed to hear Josh explain it.

"Listen, I will explain everything but I need you to pay bail and I swear I’ll pay you back. I just really need you to come.” Josh begged.

"Alright, I’m coming.” ——-

You sat in the waiting room now, waiting for Josh to be released. Josh’s bail had required you to pay a visit to an ATM but you had headed to the department immediately. Now you nervously sat there, clutching to your phone. You had changed to one of Josh’s sweaters to hide your bruises from Riley and you wore the sweats you slept in.

”(Y/N)?” You looked up, Josh standing in front of you with a weak smile. You gasped, standing up. He had a huge black eye and a bruise across his cheeks that was swelling slightly. You looked down at his hands, which were also bruised and red in color. You grabbed Josh’s hands and closed your eyes, feeling tears threaten to spill. “Come on. My car is out there.”

Josh wrapped his arm around you and you both exited the station, entering Josh’s car. You sat there in complete silence for a couple minutes before you whispered “What did you do?”

I paid Riley a little visit.” Josh said, his teeth gritted as he mention his name.

“I could infer that much. What did you do?”

”(Y/N), I am your best friend. And as your best friend, I am going to protect you and if anyone hurts you, they’ll pay. So I went to Rileys place and…”

“And what? You thought smacking him around was a good idea. He will just make me pay once I go back.” You yelled. Things would be so much worse for you now.

“What the hell do you mean? You aren’t going back to him. Ever.” Josh said in a strict tone, looking over at you.


"No. I won’t allow it. I didn’t beat the crap out of him for no reason. He made you feel less then you are. You are a beautiful, wonderful, amazing person who deserves the whole world, not some douche bag who doesn’t know how to treat a lady right. He treated you in a way no one should and he is a piece of crap for it. You are not going back to him.” Your heart swelled with joy as you heard Josh’s words. You had been told for so long how pitiful and meaningless you were that tears ran down your cheeks as you tried to digests his words. Riley shouldn’t have treated you like that. You deserved better. It was a difficult concept to wrap your mind around but Josh just stared at you, putting his hand on your cheek, brushing your hand away. “Never ever let anyone tell you that you aren’t worth it or perfect. Cause you are.”

Josh’s eyes were full of love and remorse as he stroked your cheek, washing away any fears or nerves you had. “Josh, thank you. I thought he loved me so I stayed but…”

"Love isn’t hurting the ones you claim to care for. Love is being there for someone on matter what and protecting them. It’s valuing their opinions and thoughts. It’s unwavering support and kindness for a person that you unconditionally love.” Josh said, with a small smile on his face. He looked nervous but content as he said that. Your heart bubbled with joy as you realized Josh did all those things for you and you did all of those things for him. You looked before you at the boy with the yellow hair and softly smiled, realizing you genuinely loved this boy. You put your hand over his and stroked his bruised knuckles.


"Yeah.” He responded, still letting his eyes wonder all over your face.

"You do all of that for me. What does that mean?” You asked, nervous for his response.

Josh sighed, his smile turning to a look of fear as he barely whispered “It means I love you.”

Josh’s hands still laid against your cheek as you smiled, feeling happy for the first time in a while. “Josh?”


"I love you.”

Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 17


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Warning: This chapter has guns and violence, if you are concerned that it might bother you, please message me! I’d be happy to give you more details or a summary of what happens <3 

You could hear sirens outside. The florescent lights were blinding in the building, especially after being outside. A police officer walked over to you, kneeling down so he was level to where you sat. He was young, a little unsure. He was also the first person to take you seriously. 

“My name’s Jay.” He said. “I just looked over the form you handed in. It says you have hard evidence?”

You nodded. When you walked in, you had tried to talk to the lady sitting behind the counter, and she had handed you a piece of paper to fill out.

“Fill it out and bring it back up. We’ll take it from there.” 

You had tried to tell her it was important, and she had given you a blank stare until you took the clipboard. 

“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” Jay looked sympathetic, and you nodded again. “Look, I’m going to take you into the back and ask you some questions–”

“I want full immunity.” You interrupted, and Jay gave you a small smile.

“You’re not in any trouble. Reporting a crime isn’t committing one.”

You shrugged. “Some of the things I tell you might be incriminating, I don’t know. I want full immunity.”

Jay sighed. “Okay. Wait here, I have to talk to my supervisor.”

It wasn’t long before you found yourself in a room with a one-way mirror, sitting at a table across from Jay and another officer. The women looked bored as she looked at you, the files you brought in with you sitting in the middle of the table.

“I’m sure you understand, we need a recording of what you tell us for the court—“ Jay started, and the women rolled her eyes.

“Quiet, new kid.” She snapped at Jay. “Now you,” She said, looking you dead in the eyes. “You better have a good reason to be here. It’s a felony to report a false crime.”

You fidgeted nervously, hands clasping and unclasping. “Before you look at the files, I want to explain myself.”

“That’s fine.” Jay said, giving you an encouraging smile as he ignored the glare his supervisor gave him.

“I never meant to get involved with any of this. Not gangs, or mafias, or whatever it is that I’ve recently found myself in the middle of.”

“Get to the point.”

You cleared your throat. “I wouldn’t have done this if I thought there was any way around it, so I’m hoping you won’t make me regret that decision. This should count as probable cause to arrest them.” You pushed the files towards the two officers. “I just want to be left alone. I want to know that the people I care about aren’t in danger because of me.” Your thoughts were going a mile a minute, and the silence of the room felt deafening. Would Yoongi forgive you for this? Would he understand that you didn’t have a choice? No, probably not.

Jay opened the file on top and his eyes widened. “How did you get all of this?” He asked. His supervisor finally looked mildly interested and took the paper from him.

“It’s a long story, but I don’t think you need to know that to arrest them.”

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The Snowball part 15

I know I said I was on holidays but turns out work thought that meant I should work every day so I haven’t been able to work on this as much as I had hoped, sorry!

Link to previous chapters! x

Feyre became frantic as Bron shepherded her towards a black SUV with an already open door. When they were close enough Feyre used her legs to put her feet against the door and push against Bron, refusing to go in without a fight.

Bron redoubled his effort and Feyre’s legs shook with the effort to keep them straight.

Bron grunted in her ear, “Feyre please stop, people are looking”.

“Good.” Feyre growled back, nearly horizontal as Bron tried to knock her off balance.

Feyre whipped her head to the right to see people gathering nearby with phones out, either recording her struggle with Bron, or fixed on the fight still ongoing in the café.

Feyre wanted to shout for someone to help her when a booming voice echoed down the street, “STOP! Put the girl down and step away from her”.

Relief crashed through Feyre when she looked up to see a group of policemen coming towards them, led by an enraged looking Mor.

Immediately Bron set Feyre down and took three deliberate steps away with hands raised. An officer came forward to arrest Bron while Mor rushed Feyre.

Mor was crushing Feyre’s face into her shoulder while yelling at the cops to stop staring and hurry up and get the other idiots out of her shop before they caused more damage.

The remaining cops rushed inside while two waited outside, one for Bron and one to stay with a numb Feyre.

After much shouting and the sounds of more things breaking, a bloodied Tamlin, Rhys, and Cassian were led outside in cuffs followed by Lucien and Azriel who barely looked dishevelled but were throwing the other death glares the whole time.

The clicking of phone cameras were frantic as the males were forced to sit outside the shop while cars were brought over.

An officer came over to speak to Mor who was taken inside to look over the damage presumably. On the way in she threw a dirty look at Tamlin who didn’t even notice, only staring at Feyre through an already blackening eye.

“Miss, are you Feyre Archeron?” Asked the police officer at her side.

Feyre nodded quietly, unable to process that Tamlin had nearly kidnapped her.

“You’re not under arrest Miss, but I do need you to come with me to the station for a statement, do you understand?” The officer asked.

Feyre nodded again. “What’s going to happen to them?”

“Not sure yet. We just got a call about an ugly brawl and were told to intervene.”

The officer placed a reassuring hand on Feyre’s arm to draw her away but a loud groan had her turning back.

Rhys was sitting between Azriel and Cassian but his head had lolled back so he was being supported by Azriel’s shoulder only. Feyre felt sick with worry when she saw Azriel try to rouse Rhys but his eyes remained shut.

Finally reaching them, Feyre dropped to her knees in front of Rhys, placing her hands on either side of his face and trying to work out if he was unconscious.

Tamlin surged towards her from several spots away, growling for her not to touch Rhys, before an officer shoved him back into place. A second officer gently pulled Feyre away. When Feyre tried to resist Cassian and Azriel bristled but Feyre shot them a warning glance.

“He needs to go to hospital.” Feyre demanded of the policeman holding her arm.

“We’ll get someone to look at him after we’ve figured out what happened.”

“This is ridiculous. Rhys didn’t do anything, he was the one being attacked!” Feyre yelled.

Lucien was gaping at her open mouthed as she defended Rhys.

As the officer was attempting to calm Feyre down Mor came striding out of the store at all the yelling. She took one look at Feyre’s red face and quickly intervened, saying that she would take Feyre to the station and get her to cool down.

Feyre unable to fight with Mor, sighed and allowed her to walk her down the street where her car was parked. Feyre glanced once more at Rhys, Cassian and Azriel before they drove off. She felt even more worried when she realised the police had to have two of them pick Rhys off the ground because he couldn’t stand.

“Got you a coffee.” Mor said, shoving a warm, plastic cup into Feyre’s cold hands.

“Thanks.” Feyre replied, taking a long sip.

“Woah slow down there. That stuff’s hot. Didn’t you just burn your whole mouth?”

“Didn’t notice.” Feyre mumbled.

They were sitting in the front room of the police station, Mor and Feyre had both given statements, Feyre getting heated when they suggested she may have been leading Tamlin into thinking they were still together and inciting the whole fight.

“That doesn’t give him the excuse to kidnap me!” Feyre argued back.

After that the man had apologised and continued to listen to her quietly.

Mor wanted to charge for any damages her shop had sustained, which from her icy glares towards the room holding Tamlin, must have been a lot.

Azriel was let out first.

“For being compliant and remaining calm.” He said, a small smile aimed at Mor as she fussed over him. “Can’t guarantee Cassian will get out as quickly.”

Lucien emerged next.

Azriel and Mor were on their feet in seconds. Lucien cut a quick glance at them before turning sad eyes to Feyre.

“Feyre I don’t even know where to begin-”

“How about you don’t?” Mor hissed.

Red seeped onto Lucien’s face as he grew more ashamed. But Feyre held out a placating hand to Mor and Azriel, stepping closer to Lucien to allow him to talk.

“You have one minute Lucien. Be quick.” Feyre warned him.

“I should never have let this happen and I’m sorry. Tamlin has been out of control… has been for a while.” He quietly added. “I’ll make sure he leaves you alone.”

“That’s if Feyre doesn’t place a restraining order.” Mor scoffed.

“Mor please, it’s alright. Lucien’s a friend.”

Lucien nearly flinched. “No she’s right, Tamlin doesn’t think rationally when he’s around you. And I’ve been a terrible friend lately Feyre. I should have done something months ago.”

“Lucien, don’t go back with him. Find somewhere else to stay. Maybe Mor can help you?”

Mor hid a snort in the background as Lucien just looked at her sadly.

“You know I can’t do that Feyre. He’s my oldest friend and he needs help right now.”

Feyre knew Lucien had next to no family left that actually liked him and Tamlin had taken him in. Lucien really didn’t have anywhere to go if he were to leave.

Feyre took his hand gently and told him softly, “It’s up to you Lucien, but if you ever need to, call me. We can help you find somewhere else to stay.” Feyre promised.

Lucien gave her a small smile and gently squeezed her hand, then he looked curiously at Feyre’s two apparent bodyguards. “I thought you said your boss’s name was Morgan?”

Feyre laughed, surprised he remembered. “Well what else is Mor short for?” She asked turning to look at Mor.

Mor looked mockingly offended, “Some friend”, she laughed.

“It’s short for Morrigan.” Azriel said looking amused.

A door nearby opened and Cassian appeared, stopping dead in surprise when he saw Lucien near Feyre.

“Well that’s my excuse to leave. See you round Feyre.” Lucien muttered quickly as he left in the opposite direction.

“What was that about?” Cassian growled. 

“Nothing. Feyre handled it.” Mor quickly said before Cassian could get into another fight.

“Any word about Rhys?” Feyre asked Cassian.

“They haven’t told me anything. I was hoping you could tell me actually.”

Just then an officer came over to inform them that after questioning the others they had decided Rhys was free to go and they escorted him to hospital.

“What about Tamlin?” Feyre asked.

“He’s being detained for further investigation. He’ll probably be charged for at least one of the accusations.”

“Good.” Mor said darkly before the group was ushered outside.

The police waiting room was swapped for a hospital waiting room as the group waited for a nurse to come back with news about Rhys.

Mor was on her phone when she gasped.

“What?” Azriel asked, instantly at her side.

“Look what Amren sent me.” She said, holding out the phone for them to all see.

Dozens of photos, videos and articles about the incident were online. Witnesses had recognised both Tamlin and Rhys and realised that by selling the footage they could earn a few bucks. Articles speculated what had caused the fight, suggesting money, business, and to Feyre’s horror, she saw photos of herself with big question marks asking who the mysterious girl was.

Feyre groaned and put her head into her hands, wanting to just disappear. She was saved from thinking too much about her new fame by a nurse telling them they could see Rhys now.

They entered a small room that struggled to fit them all in. Rhys was lying in bed, heavily bandaged but with both eyes open and smiling at them all as they fought to get in the door first.

“Man you look uglier than usual.” Cassian joked.

“Had to give you a fighting chance when we go out.” Rhys quipped back. 

“How do you feel?” Mor asked, interrupting them.

“I apparently have a concussion.” Rhys said mildly.

His eyes hadn’t stopped scanning the room until he finally saw Feyre half hidden behind Cassian who had barged in before her. She saw him sigh and relax once he had looked her over and been unable to find any injuries. It made Feyre feel even more guilty.

“Apparently?” Azriel asked.

“They said I hit my head pretty hard, but I don’t remember that.”

Cassian laughed. “That’s like, the main symptom of a concussion.”

“There also happens to be a Rhys sized hole in my back wall.” Mor said grumpily.

“I also have a pretty big lump on the back of my head so that could explain it.” He mused, his violet eyes locking on Feyre again, seeming to ask a question.

“Will you be allowed to leave?” Azriel asked.

“Sure. They just said I can’t sleep if I have any more symptoms.”

Back at Rhys’s house, Feyre had remained quiet. She knew she should apologise to them all for the trouble she had brought on them again and again, but she couldn’t form any words.

Cassian and Azriel had left to go and piece together the shop while Mor quickly waved goodbye to her. She was going to go and collect their stuff as they’d all be staying at Rhys’s just in case.

“Don’t you need me to come and help?” Feyre asked.

“Amren’s already got most of our things. Besides someone needs to watch Rhys, I’m not convinced he should be allowed to sleep yet, he seems a bit unsteady on his feet.”

So Mor left Feyre in the house with a concussed Rhys.

the-radhood  asked:

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

(the return of cop!Bucky!)


“Bro… that’s so… not cool…”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a huff of breath, ‘cos it’d been a long shift and the last thing he needed right now was - 

“Cool or not, Clint, I gotta arrest you.”

Clint was actually attempting to get out of this with puppy dog eyes, sticking out his lower lip and looking up at Bucky from under his lashes. The hell of it was, it was almost working. 

“Quit it,” he said, snapped really. “You don’t get to use our - “ he stumbled over the word relationship, not sure that Clint was ready for that yet. Him, he was all in, ‘cos Bucky had ever been a sucker for love, and that was just making all of this infinitely worse. “Our thing against me.” 

“I’d like to use my -” Clint caught a look at Bucky’s face and cut himself off. “Sorry.” He looked kinda sheepish. “Um, if it helps, I got a good reason?”

“You’re waving a fuckin’ bow and arrow around in public, Clint,” Bucky said, helpless, “what the hell kinda reason could you have?” 

Clint palmed the back of his neck, which was one of his tells, but discomfort rather than flat-out lying. 

“So,” he said. “Er. I’m guessin’ you’ve heard of the Hawk?” 

“That asshole vigilante?” Bucky asked, before it quite hit him. “The one who -” his mouth dropped open. “Aw, hell. Clint -”

“Look, I was gonna tell you,” Clint said, holding his hands up, “I swear to god, that was what the whole dinner tomorrow was gonna be about, I was gonna -”

“Right,” Bucky said, and felt like an ass ‘cos he’d been hoping Clint was gonna ask for something a little more than the fuck-buddy arrangement they had going on. “Fuck.” 

Clint scowled at him, something vulnerable hiding behind the belligerent look on his face. 

“Look,” he said, “I saved like three people’s lives and a whole box full of kittens last week, so dumping me right now would be a really dick move.” 

Dumping - that had to imply dating, right? And Jesus, Bucky was gone, ‘cos he could feel a little curl of a smile teasing at the edge of his mouth. 

“I’m not dumping you, asshole,” he said. “You can take me for coffee after I pay your goddamn bail.” 

Soulmate AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader (Supernatural)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where you get a book at birth in which each page is a day and each chapter is a year. Each day, you get some information about their day, some things they said, some things they felt, some activities. Also, the last thing in the book will be the first words they said to you. 

Requested?: Yes, by me. 

Word count: 4,500 (Damn, that’s long)

(A/N):  this is not my idea. Normally I write down from who I stole it, but I forgot. So if you know who made this idea, let me know! & I am obsessed with Supernatural and I love Dean! SO, that’s why! Heehee;)

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Dean Winchester had always loved reading his book. The book about his soulmate, the only connection between them. At young age, he was confused as why her parents were so strict. She needed to run, and swim and at age seven, his soulmate got a knife for her birthday. But what was weird was that she didn’t seem to mind. Dean soon understood she was a hunter, just like he was becoming. That didn’t scare him. He knew she, as his soulmate, would be able to handle herself. 

When Dean got older, he loved reading about her even more. She was really smart and good, she worked mostly alone and loved llama’s, which he thought was pretty amusing. He liked how she always was pretty happy, no matter what her injuries or the job was. The book said her smile was one to die for. He liked how she could flirt with boys, just for information. He liked how she was funny and drank tea with alcohol and drank tequila after each job. He fell in love with her, slowly and not because of her looks. He didn’t know how she would look. He hoped she was pretty. 

Dean and Sam were at a motel, there was a job close by, but they wouldn’t make it there until tomorrow. Sam was in the shower, so Dean had a little bit time for him alone. Out of his bag, he took the already large book. Each chapter represented a year, and he was glad the book was so big, meaning she was still alive. The last few days, he hadn’t been able to read the book because of his research and the job. He had to catch up on a few days. 

Walking around, driving in a car. 

“I like chicken nuggets, but tart is better.” 

She winked at the guy, whose mouth hung open. He wasn’t used to girl that pretty hitting on him.

Her eyes  were tired, but this night would be sleepless, she would have to do research if she wanted to finish the job tomorrow. 

Dean grinned, this was how he knew her, totally random, yet very determent. She liked to get a move on things. 

Her boots were tight, she had checked that tree times already. Her dark shirt and pants were tight and easy to fight in. She took her bag and jumped in the jeep. The house was quiet, but she knew that the ghost of Julie could show up at any moment. Pain took over as something hit her in the back of her head. With a groan, she turned around, shotgun ready. She missed. She really needed to find that stupid box. 

After what seemed like hours of reading, Dean relaxed. She was safe, mildly hurt but safe. That was the one thing he always hoped. That she would be alive, breathing and mentally healthy. He knew how it was to lose someone you care about, and he couldn’t lose her, not before they had met. Dean wasn’t really afraid she would die on a job, she had proven how good she was plenty of times. 

“Reading about your soulmate?” Sam spoke and Dean looked up, Sams tone was slightly teasingly. 

“So what? Everyone does.” Dean stated, calm, unamused. He saw Sam grin slightly.

Y/n didn’t like reading about her soulmate. She had read too much over the pain he had been through. She had read about his mothers death, and her parents had explained her everything. They didn’t know what had killed her, but it was something supernatural. She had read about how his father wasn’t really a good father. She had read about him being hungry a lot because he gave his little brother more food. That broke her heart. She wasn’t one to pity, and she told herself she didn’t pity him, but she wished he had had a better childhood, at least. 

She walked out of the warm shower, her hair falling damp over her shoulders when she sat on her bed. Y/n really wanted to read her book, she always hoped she would read he was happy that day, even when he was happy for weeks, she would still hope he was happy. She hesitated. She always did. Swallowing hard, she took the book from the nightstand. The book felt heavy on her lap. 

He and his brother sneaked into the dark building, under the police tape to the house. His brother was first. The remains of the ghost where in the house, they only needed to find it before the ghost found them. They started from the basement, they had no clue where the body could be. He screamed, yelled for his brother to duck before firing. The ghost vanished, but they knew he would come back. He said that his brother needed to search upstairs, they didn’t have much time. He went downstairs, stairs made a lot of noise. His flashlight gave him some light. He opened doors, cabins, closets. But he noticed the newer wall. The bricks still had color. he yelled for his brother, not wanting him to be in more danger then needed. His brother stumbled it, gun ready. Together they broke down the wall, and an old corpse rolled out. Salt and burn. This job was done. 

Y/n wanted more information, she always wanted more. But she knew that she wouldn’t. She hoped they would meet soon. Y/n didn’t want to go to sleep, even though she was tired. So, longing for her soulmate, she read her favorite parts again. The parts where he was happy, where he had a reason to smile. That always made her heart warm. 

Dean and Sam Winchester sat in a diner, talking about the job. 

“So, you think it is a vengeful spirit?” Sam asked Dean, leaning in over the table. 

“Yes, I think it is. I mean, people disappearing near a forest? I checked it, and each year, in one week, this week, every night at least one person disappears. And that for seven days.” Dean took a sip out his cup. 

“Okay, this is a job. But where do we start?” Dean wanted to answer that question, but then something caught his eye. No, a someone. A young woman walked past. Her hair fell over shoulders, decoration her leather jacket. She had a very tight pair of jeans on, and high heels. Dean didn’t notice she stood slightly unstable on the shoes. When she stopped by a table, Dean saw her red lips, flirty smile and low cut tank top. The man she talked to asked her to sit, and Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Even though there was obvious flirting, she didn’t seen interested. He wondered why she sat by him. 

“Dean,” Sam started. “are you even listening?” Dean teared his eyes away from the beautiful woman. 

“Yes, of course I was.” 


Only a few hours had passed, Dean would talk to a few people, and Sam, Sam would do some more research. Dean chose a house which was very close to the forest. It if was a spirit, then maybe they would know. He knocked on the door and was surprised when he saw the man the beautiful woman had flirted with. 

“Hello, I’m from the police. I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night disappearance.” Dean smiled and the man, a slight hint of envy in his eyes. 

“Come in.” He said and stepped aside. Inside the house it was cold, most things were dark and there were no flowers. he wouldn’t be surprised if he smelled death. 

Once Dean sat, he started to ask questions. until he couldn’t help it anymore. 

“So, you home alone? I mean if your girlfriend is here I would like to ask her a few questions.” Dean asked casually. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” the man almost snapped. 

“Easy there, I just thought you had because you are so gentle.” Dean gave the man a sarcastic smile, he had everything he needed. 

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Just asked OkGoogle for a list of opioids...

She replied, “You might like codeine, fentanyl, hydrocodone, hydrocodone/acetaminophen, hydromorphone, meperidine, methadone.”

Ahhh, nope! I was just looking up something for a fic!

my search history is interesting…

like when I have to look up poisons

or sex toys

or ‘show me how to properly garotte someone’

I’m on some sort of list, aren’t I?

Mobile Masterlist

I was asked to make a mobile masterlist so here you go!! I’ll try to update this frequently


Any last wishes? series (Jimin)

Part one (M)

Part two (M)

Part three (M)

Part four (M)


Do I really need to arrest you? (M)

So you like to go hard and fast? (M)

Do you really consider fucking in this empty classroom whilst we’re in detention? (M)

Six days without fucking you are too long (M)

Pour some Suga on me  feat. Yoongi (M)

Can you teach me how to give a blow job? (M)

Can you teach me how to give a blow job? Pt. 2 (M)


Sweet Dreams (M)

I bet I could pleasure you better feat. Jimin (M)

Have you been this wet for the last 2 hours? (M)


Who’s are you Baby? (M)

I bet I could pleasure you better feat. Tae (M)

It was the prize after all feat Yoongi (M)

Dancer hips can go for hours pt2 feat. Hoseok (M)

Don’t you dare touch yourself until I say so (M)


I’ll show you how rappers use their tongue (M)

I think about you when I cum (M) part 1(yoonskookie) part 2 (mine)

It was the prize after all feat Jimin (M)

Putty in my hands (M)

Pour some Suga on me feat. Jungkook (M)


Dancer hips can go for hours (M)

Dancer hips can go for hours pt2 feat Jimin(M)



Monsta X


You can’t fuck in a changing room (M)


I always keep my promises baby (M)

I would rather grind against your dick (M)

Look, if you need me so you can arrest me for fun, I feel I should point out it’s the sort of thing you can only do once.”
“I don’t want to arrest you. I want a partner. Someone who knows about crimes and people who commit them so they can help me.”
A lightbulb went off in Kit’s head. “You want a—wait, you’ve been sleeping outside my room because you want a sort of Watson for your Sherlock Holmes?
—  Lord of Shadows
  • <p> <b>Tom:</b> you're my best friend and i couldn't ask for anyone better<p/><b>Marco:</b> awe thanks Tom what makes you say that?<p/><b>Tom:</b> because In due time when you get arrested for somthing I do I need you to have my back<p/><b>Marco:</b> there's the catch<p/></p>