naw it's fine

  • <p> <b>Slytherin:</b> *is in an important meeting*<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> *calls"<p/><b>Slytherin:</b> "wait a moment this is an very important call I have to answer that."<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> "hey, are you free atm or did I interrupt something?<p/><b>Slytherin, while everybody stares at them for interrupting:</b> "now, I'm free. Why are you calling?"<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> "are you sure? I thought you had this meeting today.... But this thing happened and I thought if the meeting is already over... But I don't want to bother you..."<p/><b>Slytherin, while everybody is screaming at them because THE MEETING IS STILL GOING! :</b> "Naw it's fine. So tell me...who do I have to kill?"<p/></p>
My Queen

warnings: swearing, sexual references, possible triggers for sexual harassment
description: “God help anyone who disrespected the queen.”


“Hey, sweet cheeks!”
“Come over ‘here, baby!”
“Nice tits, hotness!”
“I could teach you nice and proper, babe!”
“Heyyyy, don’t be a bitch baby!!”

You nearly turned around and snarled at the group of men at the table in the corner of the club; the ones with beers in their left hands and whiskeys in their right. But you kept walking, your black heels clicking on the cement floor as you gripped your last tip tightly. You didn’t have to work at the club, or work at all; Joker had made that very clear to you. Yet you chose to, because if you and he had to get out fast you wanted money that wasnt tainted in blood. Of course, you didn’t tell J that, only that you liked to work, which you usually did.

And then there were the assholes who threw perverted glances your way, bloodshot eyes raking your scantily clad body as you passed by. However, most knew who you were, or more importantly, WHO’s you were. Yet somehow these bastards had no clue. You leaned on the bar as the bartender, Mark, gave you a raised eyebrow. “I can cover that table if you like, Y/N. Just cover the bar.”

“Naw, Marky, its fine. Nothin’ I can’t handle.” You replied, reaching over the high marble counter to your tip jar to slide the $10 in. “Just your neighborhood assholes.”

“I’m not worried about you, toots,” The heavy man stated, finishing the Bloody Mary he was making and sliding over to you. “We can’t afford to sell this place and move again, not after last time.”

You rolled your eyes, straightening up from your slouched position. “I’ll be fine.”

Turning towards the men, who openly stared from all the way across the room, you confidently strode over to their table, littered with cigarette butts and stained with the scent of sweat. “Hiya boys, can I refill those drinks for you?”

“Sure ya can, baby,” The one closest to you replied, a smirk on his sweaty face as he reached out to finger the small zipper on the side of your shorts. “If I can refill you.”

You almost slapped his hand away, but reminding yourself that you can’t assault the customers, you put on a fake grin and stared him down. “That’s against my policy, hun, but try Brittney over there. Maybe she’ll take you up on that offer.”

The one on the other side of you, his bald head shining in the neon lights, grinned openly as you felt a sticky hand slide up the side of your fishnetted thigh before settling on your ass, squeezing and groping. “Naw sweet cheeks, I want this hot ass of yours.”

You stood dumbfounded for a second before backing away. “Excuse me,” you said quickly, still moving backwards as their grins and laughs disappeared. You closed your eyes, knowing exactly why.

“Evening, gentlemen.” The raspy voice of your lover put you at ease, as did the smooth hand slipping around your waist from behind. “Hello dollface.”

“Hi J.” You muttered, heart sinking.

“Are these…customers…causing you trouble, my queen?” He rasped in your ear, gently pressing his red lips to the spot behind it that gave you shivers down your spine. “Are they…disrespecting you?”

You slowly, knowing what you would unleash with a simple gesture, nodded. A slow laugh unfurled from the man behind you, one that you knew well. “Ohhhh, my my my.” He wasnt behind you anymore, he was in front of you, back rippling under his white shirt and suspenders. You grabbed the back of his waistband, pressing your forehead against the muscle of his upper back, wanting to feel everything. “You boys…have been very bad. You’ve…disrespected…my dollface. My queen. Do you know what happens when you disrespect my queen?”

You guessed they had shaken their heads, because a laugh rumbled through him again and you grabbed the cool metal gun in his waistband, handing it to your lover as he chuckled. “You meet my wrath.”

Four quick shots and it was over, and you turned your head towards the bar with your eyes closed, relishing the feeling of the recoil and the blood you felt spatter your shoes. Opening your eyes, you saw Mark mouth at you from the bar, “I told you so.”

Maybe he did, but you would have done it anyway. Because you wouldnt admit it to anyone, but J knew.

He knew that you loved it.

Promise Me: Part 1 (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

None of the words in this are in Spanish, I just made the title in Spanish for lack of a better title, haha sorry. But anyway, this is the beginning to this storyline, if you like it then I’ll post more. Hope you guys enjoy :)

Edit: So I changed the title from Prométeme to Promise Me cause i didn’t like it. Hope you enjoy, okay bye :)

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: Just cursing


Your sister Phillipa had been playing Eliza Hamilton in Hamilton for a couple of months now, but you had never had a chance to see her perform, since you had been in hitchhiking all throughout Europe. However, today you had the opportunity to finally see her show. It was quite possibly the best thing you’d ever seen, mostly because your sister did an amazing job. You’d always loved seeing your Philli perform, and you’d never been happier than you were watching her do what she loved.

Afterwards, you met up with her backstage and waited while she talked with a few of her cast-mates. You waited for her to finish a few feet away, and you felt someone walk behind you and accidently bumped into you, causing you to fall on the people around you. You had turned to ream out the person who had just pushed you, but their face stopped you from doing that as he wore an embarrassed smile.

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I met an INFP today
  • INTP (me) goes to a lecture on Statistics
  • In the middle of the lecture, the lecturer gives everyone a 10 minute break
  • INFP: u have rly neat handwriting
  • INTP: ......really
  • INFP: yeah i keep looking at your notebook and mine is just-
  • *INTP's notes are basically scribbles and INFP's are small letters neatly arranged in each little box in her notebook*
  • INTP: ..nah man mine is like abstract art
  • INFP: naw it's fine tho
  • INTP: i guess,,
  • INFP: what major r u taking
  • INTP: im taking business info syst wbu
  • INFP: im taking psychology
  • INTP: u know abt this personality typing thing called MBTI
  • INTP: omg i am INTP
  • INFP: i am INFP


“I can’t plait hair… Sorry.” Annie chuckled faintly though didn’t stop playing with the pigtails, “Your hair is just soft… It’s nice to touch.”

                              ⊰ — ❡ — ⊱

                                                     That was definitely not something new. Mina got that all the time from others. “Do I have heard from the others. But, would you like me to teach you? It’s not that hard to do. I’m sure you’d like it. Unless you want me to braid yours?