oh and a crime or something

Painted Hearts (4)

part one; part two; part three; part four;

“Fancy meeting you here?” Sehun teased, peeling himself off the wall that surrounded Yuri’s house.

Surprised to find him waiting, you couldn’t help but smile, closing the gate behind you and burying your hands in your pockets to hide them from the chill of the night air. “Are you a stalker or something?” you joked, beaming up at him.

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idea: selina kyle as a reverse archeologist. she steals from museums and private collections and returns things to the shrines and graves where they belong. she brings a clay jaguar to monte alban and now she can talk to cats. the whip is because she’s indiana jones. batman makes half-assed attempts to stop her but it’s not like she’s wrong so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he’s got violent crimes to deal with, what does he care if she’s stealing back smuggled relics from rich assholes. he met that guy at a party once and he was a huge asshole so fuck him. steal his toupee, too. it’s probably endangered. ‘oh no catwoman is escaping and there’s nothing we can do. robin sit back down. there’s nothing we can do. she’s taking that statue back to egypt and we have no possible recourse against this terrible nonviolent crime with a single dick victim. i am definitely really mad about this. i’ll fight her later, when you’re sleeping or at a friend’s house or something. you’ll understand when you’re older.’

Translation from Naruhodo Fanbook

I felt like doing some translation for my own enjoyment so I grabbed my Naruhodo fanbook and picked this amazing scene out from the character blog section in the back. This was written by Takumi Shuu as promo material for the original trilogy back in 2005.

“English Version”

Mayoi: Hey, hey Naruhodo-kun! Did you hear?

Naruhodo: Hear what? You look awfully excited.

M: Apparently we’re finally gonna make our American debut!

N: Oh, you mean the English version, huh?

M: And apparently the setting is, get this, the crime capital, Los Angeles! Isn’t it exciting?!

N: …Don’t let anyone from Los Angeles hear you call their city that. They’ll get mad.

M: Well, they have a saying there: “If you toss a rock into a crowd, it’ll hit a criminal.”

N: You do realize that the second you throw a rock into a crowd, you yourself are a criminal, right?

********

M: You know, Naruhodo-kun. Something about you just doesn’t do it for me…

N: Wh-what do you mean?

M: It’s your face. It wouldn’t fit the image of “the crime capital.” You’ve gotta at least dye your hair blond.

N: B-blond…?!

M: Ah! Come to think of it, there’s an old saying in my village.

N: Oh, I can’t wait to hear this.

M: Let’s see, they say if you wash your hair with beer, it’ll turn blond!

N: ……..

M: It’s a saying that’s been passed down for years, but no one’s tried it out yet.

N: All you’d need is one person to try it to know whether it’s true… That’s not much of a mystery.

M: Just wait a sec, ok? I’m gonna go buy some beer.

N: ….Um, you know, Mayoi-chan, I feel like I should just give you a heads up.

M: Hmm? about what?

N: You know this doesn’t mean we’ll be going to America ourselves, right?

M: What?! No way! Seriously?!

N: The name of the main character in the English version isn’t even “Naruhodo Ryuuichi”.

M: Aw come on! What’s his name, then?!

N: Um, if I remember correctly, it’s Phoenix Wright.

M: …Your name got changed to “Feenicks”?

N: What’s that face for?

M: I mean, look at you! You don’t look like a “Phoenix” at all.

N: You don’t think so? Personally, I think I’ve got some birdlike qualities.

M: In that case, I think they should’ve gone with “chicken” for you. Chicken lawyer.

N: Mayoi-chan… You’re in a weirdly combative mood today.

M: And you’re not nearly bright enough to earn the name “Light”

N: I’m pretty sure “Wright” and “Light” are two different words. Probably.

M: What about “Rice” instead?

N: Um, what?

M: Forget Phoenix Wright. Go with Chicken Rice.

N: Who the heck would ever name their kid that?

M: Or maybe “Fried” would be good. Chicken Fried.

N: Well, what would your name be, Mayoi-chan?

M: Me? Let’s see… My name’s Mayoi, so how about “Mayonnaise”?

N: …That actually might suit you pretty well.

M: I’m a fan of mayonnaise.

N: Chicken Fried and Mayonnaise… We sound like a pretty high calorie pair.

M: More like a delicious pair.

N: Come to think of it, what do you think Mitsurugi’s name should be?

M: Let’s see… His name is Mitsurugi Reiji, so… How about “Ray G. Mituroogi”?

N: Huh. That’s unexpectedly straightforward.

M: But it gives you a sense of his pickiness, don’t you think? Especially the “Mituroogi” part.

N: Either way, I’m pretty sure they’ll make his name totally different.

**********

M: ……………..

N: ? What’s up? You’re weirdly quiet all of a sudden.

M: I might’ve just thought of something amazing.

N: What’s that?

M: The perfect crime… in Los Angeles.

N: Perfect crime… You?

M: So there’s a lawyer who looks exactly like you over there in the Crime Capital, right?

N: I guess. Mr. Phoenix.

M: So for example, you could go to a restaurant and eat a whole bunch of food, like chicken rice and fried chicken with mayonnaise on it.

N: Yes, I can see it now…

M: Then when the bill comes, you can tell them you forgot your wallet at home. When someone from the staff grabs you by the scruff of your neck, you shout “I AM PHOENIX!”

N: …When I picture that scene, it looks like some serious carnage took place there.M: And then they’ll send the bill to that Attorney Phoenix guy, see?

N: …I feel like attempting a crime like that would get you stoned by someone.

M: And I could eat all the miso ramen I wanted too!

N: Unfortunately, I don’t think they have miso ramen in America.

M: Really? You think? …I wonder what American me’s favorite food is, then.

N: Who knows?

Voice: Excuse meee!

M: Oh, there’s someone at the door. Comingggg!

Delivery man: Um, I have something here for the Naruhodo and Co. Law Offices… Ah, for a Miss Mayoi. Is that you?

M: Y-yes, that’s me. What is it?

D: I work at the restaurant Burger Land, and I have a bill here for you.

M: “15 Triple Burgers at 4,500 yen a piece”… Th-this wasn’t me!

D: Sorry, but it was definitely you. You came to our shop, stuffed your mouth with burgers, and shouted “I AM MAYOI,” spraying food everywhere!

M: …………

N: ………..

M: They got us first, Naruhodo-kun.

N: Sounds like the American you likes burgers, huh?

Chronology of the Police Case So Far (Updated According to Chapter 24!)

I got some asks wanting me to explain the case as it was confusing. So here is the murder case and what’s sort of been happening in KS chronologically, related to the case Seungbae is currently investigating:

  • Oh Sangwoo kills his parents and fakes a break in. 
  • Yang Seungbae gets demoted for catching the wrong person in an investigation case and is transferred from Seoul, then partnered with Officer Park. 
  • Yang Seungbae comes across Yoon Bum while doing patrol with Officer Park, who is trying to go into Oh Sangwoo’s house. Yoon Bum tells him he is his cousin, but Yang Seungbae is suspicious of him as he notices Yoon Bum gets the code wrong five times and is being very anxious, implying he is lying. The next time Yoon Bum enters the code, it’s correct and he goes in, leaving Yang Seungbae outside.
  • Yang Seungbae meets Oh Sangwoo for the first time as they come across him in the street and his partner Officer Park tells him Oh Sangwoo is related to a case that was never solved involving the murder of his parents and a no trace break in. Seungbae is suspicious that Oh Sangwoo is the culprit and he states this. He gets scolded by his partner who doesn’t deny Yang Seungbae could be right, but more so that he should leave it alone because he doesn’t want to be demoted along with Seungbae in case he is wrong again.
  • Yoon Bum meets Oh Sangwoo officially and is imprisoned.
  • Yoon Bum tries to escape, the blackbox of Oh Sangwoo’s car records Oh Sangwoo picking Yoon Bum up and punching him against his car’s window.
  • Sangwoo brings in and with the help of Yoon Bum, kills an older man named Kim Seohko he picked up from a gay bar he went to. 
  • Yang Seungbae finds Oh Sangwoo and another man fighting because of a car crash and demands Oh Sangwoo’s blackbox. He does not recognise Oh Sangwoo at this point. 
  • Yang Seungbae looks at the information he got from Oh Sangwoo and recognises him. Then he looks at Oh Sangwoo’s blackbox and sees the footage of Yoon Bum trying to escape, and then Oh Sangwoo pushing him against his car roughly before carrying him in. 
  • Yang Seungbae vists Oh Sangwoo’s house out of suspicion because of the footage. He sees Yoon Bum’s foot when he looks from the hole for mail. He encounters Oh Sangwoo before he sees more, who lets him go inside. Yoon Bum hides in a cabinet. Yang Seungbae finds nothing. 
  • The same day Yang Seungbae encounters a black piece of hair in his shoe upon returning from the house of Oh Sangwoo. He is suspicious but can’t quite place what it means. He does absolutely nothing with this information even though he realises it’s weird. 
  • Oh Sangwoo goes out with his friends and Yoon Bum, leaving early, blaming Yoon Bum. 
  • After dropping Yoon Bum in his house, Oh Sangwoo leaves and uses Kim Seohko’s phone talk to Min Jieun, asking her not to tell anyone where she is going and who with. He can do this because the chatting app he is using doesn’t need a number, it needs a “talk ID” so nobody notices he changed phones. 
  • Yoon Bum kills Min Jieun. 
  • Oh Sangwoo and Yoon Bum bury Min Jieun.
  • Min Jieun is reported missing. 
  • Yang Seungbae overhears and then learns that Oh Sangwoo was with Min Jieun the night he disappeared.
  • Sangwoo gets called by his friend to let him know about the situation of Min Jieun. Sangwoo gives him the number of his actual phone. 
  • While looking for more information, Yang Seungbea learns that Min Jieun’s disappearance is already tied to Kim Seohko’s because the phone used to contact Min Jieun the night she disappeared was Kim Seohko’s.
  • Yang Seungbae learns that Kim Seohko and his wife are divorced because Kim Seohko was caught with a prostitute and his wife is the one living at their house while Kim Seohko moved out.
  • Yang Seungbae tells his co-woker that he thinks Kim Seohko and Min Jieun are both Oh Sangwoo’s victims instead and that Oh Sangwoo simply used Kim Seohko’s phone to contact Min Jieun so it wouldn’t get traced back to him and his crime would be blamed on Kim Seohko.
  • Yang Seungbae’s co-worker accuses him of making up stories. 
  • Yang Seungbae asks his friend if being caught with a prostitute would give his wife the right to keep the house and his friend says that there should be 10 years or so of cheating for that to happen.  
  • Yang Seungbae is suspicious, he notices that Kim Seohko gave the house away willingly or there is something that is being hidden and wonders what it is. 
  • Yang Seungbae talks to Kim Seohko’s ex-wife and tries to tell her Kim Seohko may have been murdered but his ex-wife says she doesn’t want anything to do with Kim Seohko anymore since they are divorced. 
  • Yang Seungbae is discouraged by this. He thinks his suspicions are becoming out of reach and that people don’t even want to catch the right person, but maybe just blame others to close the case or ignore the whole deal. 
  • Kim Seohko’s ex-wife tells Yang Seungbae that she wishes her ex-husband was alive when he is about to leave. 
  • Yang Seungbae returns inside and talks to Kim Seohko’s ex-wife. His ex-wife implies that Kim Seohko was gay. Seungbae realises the reasons why she got the house so easily was to keep her mouth shut about the whole deal (Assumed since the police don’t already know about the decades of cheating Kim Seohko has been doing that was only found out when Kim Seohko’s ex-wife hired someone to follow him). 
  • Yang Seungbae goes to a district that is filled with gay people and bars. 
  • Yang Seungbae enters a gay bar and is hit on by a minor. 
  • Yang Seungbae asks the minor whether or not if he knows Oh Sangwoo by showing him a picture of him. He doesn’t. After, Yang Seungbae shows him a picture of Kim Seohko and he reacts to it like he recognises him. 
  • Put off by Yang Seungbae’s earlier joke about being a murderer, the minor refuses to go to a private place to chat about it with him. 
  • Yang Seungbae reveals his identity as a policeman and threatens the minor by calling his parents so he answers his questions. 
  • The minor tells him he knows Kim Seohko because he had been hitting on him for a long time and then he had sex with him for money.
  • Yang Seungbae is directed to another gay bar for more information. It is the one the minor and Kim Seohko met. [It is also the one Oh Sangwoo met Kim Seohko].
  • Yang Seungbae asks the bartender in the new bar about Kim Seohko by showing him his picture. 
  • The bartender says Kim Seohko frequented there and the last he saw him he was with a young man who seemed to not be picky about who was with [Oh Sangwoo], doing card tricks for him. This, to Yang Seungbae, seals the deal even more since the bartender says people are usually picky there and it makes sense that Oh Sangwoo wasn’t picky because he was just looking for someone to kill and blame.  
  • Seungbae implies he is convinced Oh Sangwoo is the man he is looking for even though he acknowledges that his evidence is not strong enough yet. He is, however, hopeful because he has a lead. 

Eminem: *mentions O.J. Simpsons in “Kill you”*

Me: Oh, I like this rapper

Eminem: *mentions Hannibal Lecter in “You Don’t know”*

Me: Interesting

Eminem: *mentions Columbine in “Rap God”*

Me: Wooooow

Eminem: *mentions Ted Bundy in “Stay Wide Awake”*

Me: OH GOD

Eminem: *mentions Jeffrey Dahmer in “Must Be the Ganja”*

Me: I LOVE THIS MAN

Eminem: “I did find myself watching a lot of documentaries on serial killers.I mean, I always had a thing for them.Oh, that’s not twisted in itself at all, right? "I’ve always been intrigued by them and I found that watching movies about killers sparked something in me.The way a serial killer’s mind works, just the psychology of them is pretty f***ing crazy.”

Me: *builds an altar for him and founds a new religion based on his veneration*

Douchebag Part Two (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

My Masterlist 

Ant’s Masterlist 

Request Queue

Warnings: Sex baby lez talk about gettin freaky 

Happy Sequel Sunday! This is a collab with the wonderful and beautiful and calzone-loving @adothoe :D She’s the bomb and don’t listen to a word she says in her author note below she’s a liar 

Ant’s A/N- “hi this is ant and all the sarcastic and witty lines are from me yw”

Words- 4,485

Song- Shh–Raye

“I can’t believe you’re actually making me do this.” Anthony sighed and fisted a hand in his hair. He parked the car in a lot and got out, quickly walking up to the mall entrance.

“Look,” You jogged to catch up to him. “You promised me you’d get me a new bra. And since it’s been about a week since you so rudely ripped mine, it’s about time. How many bras do you think I own anyway?”

Anthony groaned. “I’d buy you every bra in the world if it would make you shut up.”

“Classy.”

“My job is to buy you a new bra. Not to be happy about it.”

You stepped into the entrance of the black and pink store, pausing when you realized that Anthony wasn’t following you anymore. You turned around and gave him a look.

“You’re not actually making me go in, right?”

“That depends. Would you rather me run rampant in a lingerie store with your credit card?” you teased.

“Alright fine. I’m coming.”

“You act like it’s a punishment, Ramos,” you said when he caught up with you. “Here’s an entire store filled with beautiful women trying on cute underwear.” You hit his chest and grinned at him. “Make the most of it.”

Leaving him in the middle of the store, you made your way to the demi bra display. You looked through the drawers to find your size, weighing each color and pattern.

“These aren’t very sexy.”

You didn’t look up from your perusal. “The main function of a bra is to hold your tatas up, not to look nice.”

“I liked the one you were wearing in the supply closet.”

You looked up at him. Your pulse picked up slightly as his words brought memories to the surface of your mind, but you quickly tried to hide it. “Fine, Ramos, what would you pick?”

Smirking, he immediately made his way to the lingerie section. Rolling your eyes, you followed.

Anthony picked up several different bras that left very little to the imagination. He handed them to you. “How about these?”

“How do you know my size?”

“I figured if you were gonna make me buy you a new bra, I’d better know which ones would fit. So, I went back to the supply closet and found the size on that bra. Why are there numbers and letters?”

“It’s just…nevermind. Ask the hot size lady to explain it to you.”

“So….are you gonna try these or what?”

You looked down at what was essentially a pile of lace pooled in your hand. “I guess if you’re the one buying it,” you mumbled. You walked over to a sales lady and she showed you to a fitting room but stopped Anthony before he could walk in with you.

“You can wait for your girlfriend on the couch over there.”

“What? She’s not my…fine.”

You walked into the room you were directed to. The lady asked if you needed help but you said you were fine.

Once safely locked inside, you stripped off your shirt and current bra. You tried on a few of the ones Anthony had picked out. They were nice, but you still felt unsure. You looked at yourself through different angles in the mirror, trying to decide if it even looked normal on you. It seemed so fancy; what if you got far with someone and it looked like you were trying too hard? Did it make your back look weird? You encountered the same issue with every bra, and by the time you got to the last one, a low cut, nude bra with navy blue lace running over it, you were on the fence and feeling more than a little insecure.

“Hey Ant?” you asked tentatively. No response. “Ramos?” you said a bit louder.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a guy right?”

You could barely hear a sigh of disappointment. “Yeah Y/N….I’m pretty sure you know I’m a guy.”

You pursed your lips. “I just…” You cracked the door of the dressing room open slightly, peeking only your head out. “I need your opinion,” you whispered. You looked around for the sales woman.

“What?” Anthony stood off the couch and slid his phone into his back pocket. You motioned for him to come over.  “What do you need?”

“I…can you just-” you sighed and grabbed him by the middle of his shirt, pulling him into the room with you.  You locked the door and leaned against it. Knowing Anthony was standing behind you, watching with careful eyes, you felt your body start to heat up. You took a deep breath and turned around to face him. “Does this look okay? Like is it…hot?”

Anthony stared at you for what felt like forever. You couldn’t read his expression, but his mouth hung open slightly.  “Ant?” you asked meekly. You felt the desperate need to cover up and wrapped your arms around your stomach.

Anthony cleared his throat. “It’s um, it’s good.”

“Are you sure?” you looked down at yourself.

“Trust me. You wanted a guy’s opinion and I’m giving it. You look really, really sexy right now.” he said breathlessly.

“Do I actually?” You walked past him and looked in the mirror.

“Yeah, I uh…yeah.”

You smirked and turned around to face him. “Is the great Anthony Ramos having some issues right now?” you teased.

“Yeah, actually.”

You were slightly taken aback by his response. “Dude, I was kidding.”  You walked over and reached up to pull a hair off his shirt. He grabbed your wrist quickly.

“I’m not.” Your eyes widened slightly, and your heart started to hammer. “And you’re moving into seriously dangerous territory right now.”

“Honestly, Ramos. You’re not scary at all. You’re a teddy bear.”

He stepped closer to you and you were suddenly very aware that you were half naked. “Was I a teddy bear when I fucked you against a wall?”

“You didn’t fuck me against a wall, you fucked me on a couch in your dressing room.”

He smirked. “The intention was there.”

You pressed against him. “But your dick wasn’t.”

“You know what’s better than fucking you against a wall?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, Ramos. What?” He grabbed your biceps and pushed you until you felt cool glass hit your back.

“Fucking you against a mirror.” He dipped his head down and started to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath and put your hand through his hair, arching into him.

“Ant?” Your voice was small and shaky. “Here?”

He smirked against your skin. “Sounds kinda fun, doesn’t it?”

“It sounds, um, risky.” You swallowed hard.

“Let me get this straight, you’ll fuck in your place of work but not in a Victoria’s Secret?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Pro tip, Ramos. If you wanna have sex with a girl, maybe you should be nice to her.”

“I’ve never been nice to you and that didn’t stop you before.”

You smiled widely. “Thanks for admitting that you’re a total asshole.” Anthony rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t need to stay here. I can walk home.” You reached back and started to unhook the bra. You paused before pulling it off.

“If you’re waiting for me to ask you to stop taking your clothes off, you’re bra shopping with the wrong guy.”

You took the bra off and shoved it against his chest. “Go pay for this, douchebag,” you said, raising your eyebrows at how he obviously moved his gaze to your bare chest.

Anthony smirked and grabbed the bra. “Sure thing, princess.”

You sighed and fell back against the door. What was that about? The first time had been in the heat of the moment, maybe a mistake even, but this was calculated. He wanted you, and part of you hated to admit it, but you knew that you wanted him too. It was something in the way he kissed you. It made your knees go weak.

You quickly got dressed and walked out to see him waiting for you.

“That’s a big bag for one bra, Ramos.”

“I picked up a few things on my way out.” You moved to take the bag from him but he pulled back before you could. “Know the meaning of the word surprise?”

“You say that like you’re going to see me in these.” You reached for the bag again.

“I fully intend to, princess.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Don’t get pouty.” he teased. “Come on let’s go.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“I bought them, you model. It’s an easy deal.”

“Can’t get girls to undress for you by yourself, Ramos,” you teased.

“I think we both know what I can do to a girl. Right, Y/L/N?”

“Whatever. It was just work stress. And it happened one time so you can’t keep bringing it up like it meant something.”

“It meant that no matter what you say, you think I’m attractive, and that’s all that matters.”

“Well I could say the same for you Mister ‘Parade-around-in-your-underwear-for-me.’”

“Hey, I never denied thinking you’re hot. I just said you’re bossy and annoying and sooo uptight and-”

“Yeah we get it!” You snapped. You could hear Anthony laughing, but you were too distracted looking at yourself in the mirror. He had chosen a black lacy bra with a sheer corset hanging down, complete with matching lace panties and garter hook to attach to the black stockings. It was…intense, but you didn’t hate it.

“Relax, Y/L/N. You really need to unwind.” His mouth dropped open when you walked out of his bedroom wearing the complicated piece of lingerie.

“I really don’t think this counts as a bra, Ramos.”

He regained his composure and smirked at you. “It holds the tatas up, doesn’t it?”

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. “Don’t use my words against me.”

“You know, there’s one way that it wouldn’t count as a bra.”

“What’s that?”

“If you took it off.” You rolled your eyes at him but he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “It wouldn’t be holding up the tatas anymore, would it? In fact, I can think of something much better to hold them.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yes.” He wiggled his fingers at you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re not complaining.”

You leaned against his doorframe and smiled. “You know it really is amazing how much I seem to turn you on, Ramos.”

“Is it a crime to get a boner by looking at an attractive woman in lingerie?”

“If it was, you’d have to be punished.”

“Really?” Anthony raised an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened in horror.

“No! Not like-that’s it I’m leaving.” You went back into the bedroom to change.

“Suit yourself but I was ready to have some fun.”  You rolled your eyes and didn’t respond, opting to pull your pants and shirt on instead. “C’mon Y/N.” You sighed at the way he said your name, your first name. “It’s been a week since it happened and we haven’t talked about it outside of the jokes everyone makes.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you could tell he was leaning against the door.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You pulled the door open and he stood up quickly, looking over your now clothed figure. You grabbed your jacket and purse off his table. “It was a mistake. We were stressed. It’s not gonna happen again, and it didn’t mean anything.” You said firmly. Anthony’s eyes met yours briefly before they darted to the ground. “Consider it talked about.” You moved towards his door.

“Wait! Let me take you back.” Anthony grabbed the edge of the door.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s New York City, Ramos. I’ll catch a cab.”  You tried to pull the door open further but he stopped you again.

“Just let me be nice, Y/L/N.”

You searched his eyes for an ulterior motive, but he seemed to be, for once in his life, serious. So you let him drive you home.


Two show days were becoming your worst nightmare. Not only did they take up the entire day so that there was no possibility of getting anything else done, but you spent the entire day with Anthony. You had been avoiding him semi-successfully since your modeling career had abruptly ended, but you two were co-workers and it was getting harder and harder to avoid run-ins with him, especially when the rest of the cast was always speculating about your lives.

“So they’re not together,” you heard Pippa ask Renee in a stage whisper.

Renee shook her head. “They were finally starting to get along too.”

“I think it’s only a matter of time,” said the third Schuyler sister. “Do you see the way he looks at her?”

The girls shuffled away to take their marks for A Winter’s Ball and you sighed, thinking about what they said. Did he really look at you a certain way?

As if your thoughts of him conjured him up, Anthony brushed past you to make his way to the stage, not apologizing in the slightest, and hey-ing across the stage with Lin and Leslie.

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, trying not to lose it. Maybe it was an honest mistake.

But it was Anthony. It was never an honest mistake with him.

Jon witnessed your anger and started to snicker lightly. You glared at him and he held his hands up innocently. You huffed and sat down on the stairs. You just wanted to go home. Two show days really were the worst.

You put your head between your hands. Everything was just so confusing. You went from hating him, to sleeping with him, to some weird and awkward friendship, and apparently back to hating him again all in one month. You preferred it back when he was nothing more to you than an annoying bug buzzing in your ear, but somehow everything felt bigger than that now.

“Maybe you should just fuck him again. Seemed to work last time.”

You sighed and rubbed your face. “Or I could quit and not have to deal with him ever again.”

Anthony chose that fantastic moment to come back from the stage, waiting for his Helpless cue. “You’re quitting?” You couldn’t read his face.

“I never said-”

“Wow, Y/N. That seems like something you’d tell your friends.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ramos. I wasn’t aware we were friends.”

He glared at you then looked back at the stage. It was time for him to go back. “Whatever. I have to go.”

And he did, without looking back.


You were on edge for the rest of the night. You were stuck in a limbo between wanting to scream and punch and wall and wanting to sit down and just give up. You couldn’t understand how Ramos had such an effect on you. He was pissed at you, so what? It wasn’t the first time. You couldn’t figure out why, though. As far as you were concerned he was the one who decided to act like a dick out of nowhere again. You had been trying to reach him somehow but no matter what things were tense and awkward, and you were convinced that had to be his fault.

You were packing up your things after the show when he came up to you again. You thought it was Alex Lacamoire coming to ask you about a tech problem again. “Alex, I’m really tired. Can we talk about the orchestra thing tomorrow?”

“Not Alex.”

You turned around and sighed again when you saw him. Crossing your arms, you stared at him tiredly. “What do you want, Ramos?”

“You’re actually quitting.” His voice sincere, but there was still an edge to it.

“I told you. I never said I was quitting. I was just having a conversation when you decided to come in and twist things,” you said defensively.

He smirked. A calm, over-confident, Ramos type smirk. “Hostile.”

“I can’t deal with this right now.” You turned back around and stuffed your phone charger in your purse. “I think you should leave.”

“I like how you think you can tell me what to do,” he said. You refused to respond. You weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction. “I’m not gonna leave.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have to talk to you, and it would be decent of you to listen.” You faced him. He didn’t look like he was kidding.

“Fine.” You leaned against the table your purse and coat were sitting on and stared him down. “Speak.”

“I’m not a dog, Y/L/N.”

“Maybe not in the physical definition,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Hey, at least I’m not a bitch,” he shot back.

You slammed your hands on the table behind you. “You said you had something to tell me. So tell me and then just leave.” You were starting to shake.

“I just wanna know why the fuck you’ve been little Miss Heartless and acting like I stepped on your pet or something. Why are you avoiding me like the plague? What did I do?”

Your brow creased. That was not what you were expecting. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Bullshit. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you two months ago. You need to stop pretending, Ramos.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that!” you cut him off before he could speak. “You are pretending and you know it! You keep acting there’s something between us, and there’s not! So we fucked one time and we had to deal with that! Whatever! It doesn’t change anything! Doesn’t change that you hate me and that I-” Words caught in your throat. You felt like you were choking. You- you what? What could you say?

He raised his eyebrows expectantly, but you couldn’t say that you hated him. It just wasn’t true anymore. “And I just really can’t work with you so…so yeah maybe quitting isn’t the worst idea.”  

“No.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry? Who are you to tell me what I’m doing with my life?”

“I said no! You’re way too fucking good at your job to quit because of me-”

“I don’t care! You can’t tell me what to do!”

Anthony crossed the room. “You can’t quit, okay! I can’t…you..you just can’t-” You stared up at him while he fumbled for words. Something ignited inside you. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, reaching up to attach your lips to his in a heated kiss.


Anthony made a noise of surprise, but it didn’t take him long to respond. He pressed a hand roughly against the small of your back, forcing you to arch into his chest. Everything was starting to click. You didn’t care about figuring stuff out anymore you just needed his hands on you this whole time. You tipped your head back and opened your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slip in. The hand that wasn’t holding you moved to tangle in your hair, which he tugged on lightly. A small sound escaped your lips. He smiled. You practically feel the awkwardness of the past weeks melting off your shoulders.

Anthony backed up until your thighs pressed against the edge of the table. You sat on it and wrapped your legs around his waist. He tugged your hair again, forcing you to throw your head back. He started to kiss your neck, and you bit your lip.

You moaned and the sound prompted him to suck on your neck as one of his hands reached between you to unzip your jeans.

“Fuck…” you whispered.

“I know.”

“Are we really?”

“I think so.”

“Okay.”

“Here?”

“We did it before-”

“In a dressing room-”

“No one is here, Ramos.”

Anthony started to pull down your jeans. The second they were off, he smirked.

“What?”

“So you did like the present.”

You looked down at your bare legs and saw that today you’d decided to wear one of the extra things Anthony had bought you. A nice little pair of lacy panties.

“If you rip them I’ll kill you.”

“I promise to be gentle.” he said teasingly, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Fuck that. I want you to rail me. Just don’t ruin my clothes.” His eyes widened and you ripped open his shirt, grinning at him. “An eye for an eye?”

Anthony surged forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to the edge of the table to press his erection against you.

You smiled as you kissed him, and leaned back so Anthony could tower over you. You pushed his shirt down off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off the rest of the way. He pulled away and you lifted your arms up so he could take your own shirt off. Anthony started to reach his hands towards you again but you stopped him.

You reached around your back and unhooked your bra yourself, throwing it over his shoulder onto the floor. “I don’t trust you, sorry.”

“Fine by me,” he mumbled and started sucking on the soft skin of your breast. You moaned and threaded your fingers through his curls, pulling softly.

Anthony pulled you off the table and you stumbled slightly as he pulled the lace panties down gently. You helped him out by pulling down his boxers and he immediately placed you back on the table, sliding into you all the way.

“God dammit!” Your body froze for a second with shock, but you quickly adjusted.

“You told me not to be gentle.”

You caught your breath. “I…did…”

“Then shut up.” Anthony started to thrust roughly into you. You gripped tightly onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

“Douchebag,” you moaned into his neck.

“Bitch,” he moaned back.

You tried to come up with a response, but your mind was starting to go blank as the feelings in your body took over. Anthony pounded into you, the table banging against the wall loudly in the empty theatre. You pulled his hair to bring his mouth back to yours and slid a hand down his chest to rest between you as you massaged his balls.

Anthony groaned and caressed his hand over your face. His fingers came to rest on your lips and you sucked them lightly, making direct eye contact with him. Anthony’s eyes glinted mischievously. He brought his now wet fingers from your mouth down to you clit and started to rub there while he thrust into you.

You moaned and arched your back, pressing your chest against his. You kissed him and pulled on his hair and he moaned into your mouth, all the stimulation making him come.

He hung his head and panted heavily into your neck. When he caught his breath, he stood up and pulled out of you gently.

“Are you serious?” you asked. “Already?”

“I’m sorry, I…you were…”

“Whatever, I’m not mad,” you said, obviously a little ticked off.

Anthony ran and hand through his hair, still breathing heavily. You had to admit that you liked the look of it, but you were feeling unsatisfied. “What?” he asked, “You thought I was gonna leave you hanging?”

“You’re not exactly a gentleman, Ramos.”

“You don’t think so?” He put his hands on his hips.

You scoffed and sat up completely, “No, I don’t.”

“Really?” He walked towards you and stood between your legs, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. You crossed your arms and shook your head. Anthony moved his hand from your thigh to in between your legs. He ran his middle finger over your slit. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Y/L/N.”

You let out a shaky breath and gripped the edge of the table. He smirked and started to kiss your chest simultaneously sliding his finger inside of you. You whimpered and pushed yourself against him. Anthony slowly moved down onto his knees and you closed your eyes in anticipation.

You felt small licks on the area around your clit and you moaned, pulling his hair to remind him not to be a tease. You could feel his lips pull into a smile and then instantly attach to your clit where he circled his tongue. He curled his finger inside of you, drawing several moans from your mouth.

You gasped when he added another finger and fisted his hair tightly. Anthony added a third finger and started to move them faster. Your toes started to curl, and you thought you were about to fall off the table.

“Fuck- Ant!”

He sucked on your clit, curling each of his fingers simultaneously. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your whole body tense for a moment before releasing.


You took several deep breaths and all but collapsed back onto the table. Anthony stood and grinned at you. “See? I can play nice.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah don’t get too confident. You still came in like 0.3 seconds.”

“I’m a guy. It happens.”

“To thirteen-year-olds masturbating for the first time-”

“You’re so-” Anthony held his hands up and sighed. “We are literally about to kill each other the second we’re done having sex. What’s wrong with us?” he said while pulling his boxers back on. You could tell why he was trying to cover up so quickly, and you almost laughed at how easy it was to turn him on.

“We don’t have to stop having sex,” you offered.

Anthony turned around and locked eyes with you. “Are you being serious?”

You shrugged, not making any move to get dressed. “We’re single. Obviously attracted to one another. It works.”

Anthony’s eyes roamed over your body. “I’m not against the idea.”

You smiled. “Why not? At the very least it’ll keep us from tearing each other’s throats out. At least in public…”

He nodded. “And you won’t quit?”

“I was kidding. You never gave me a chance to explain.”

“Sooo… friends with benefits?” He looked up at you.

“I still wouldn’t call us friends but yeah the benefits part works.”

Anthony rolled his eyes and piled your clothes next to you on the table. “Get dressed, then. We’re going back to my place.”

You stood and nodded. “I’ll meet you outside.” He took one last look over your figure before leaving the room.

You got dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Anthony was waiting by the door of the theater. “Ready?” he asked. You nodded and walked out of the theatre. Anthony caught up with you, and took your hand in his as you both walked out into the cool night air.

I Just Want You All To Myself Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 3,213

Request: @multihxe :Could you do a Tate imagine where he gets jealous because y/n was having a study session with some boy from school and the boy was getting a little too close to her??

Description: You invite a boy over to study and it starts going south, espcially with Tate.

Author’s Note: @multihxe I hope this is what you wanted!! I apologize if it is far from ehat you wanted! Requests are open! Enjoy reading. XOXO

2011

I had just moved to the infamous Murder House in Los Angeles, California, a couple months ago. It wasn’t as bad as I thought moving across the country and starting brand new. The reason why my family and I moved was because my dad had an affair on my mom. My mom isn’t happy. I know that is because anytime my dad tries to hold her hand she takes her hand away from his. Also if he enters the room she has to be at the other side of the room so that there isn’t any arguments. I just don’t get why they don’t just get a divorce. I mean seriously they are both unhappy in their marriage. Even though my mom still says they love each other. I could actually care less. i have someone in my life who loves and cares for me. His name is Tate Langdon. He is one of my dad’s patients. My dad is a psychiatrist. I didn’t really care if he was crazy. At least he is seeking help to get better. It was all really fate how we met. I was just walking downstairs and I bumped into him while going to the kitchen. It was awkward it was just us staring into our eyes. He then broke  the tension by laughing. I muttered a ‘Sorry’ and he said ‘Don’t me.’ I guess what they say is true. Love at first sight is real, well for me and Tate that is. There was something wrong with Tate though. The thing is that he is dead. I don’t care though. He admitted to all the wrong things he has done and I couldn’t be happier.

Originally posted by a-sky-full-of-stars-x

Anyways I was at school at Westfield and was getting my books to go to my next class. I closed my locker shut. When I did there was a jock right behind where the locker was.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jacob said.

“Hi Jacob. Would you mind getting out of the way for me to go to my next class.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that (Y/N). I just want to talk!” He said.

“What do you want to talk about? You better talk fast because you have thirty seconds.” I said.

“Okay well you know that big science test we have?” I shook my head yes.”Well I was wondering if maybe I could go to your house and we could have a study session? Maybe you could help me ace it?” He asked.

“Okay. Meet me at my house at four, okay?” I said not really wanting to let him come over.

“Thanks (Y/N)! You’re the best!” Jacob goes to kiss my cheek but I put my hand infront of my face before he could. 

“Sorry but none of that!” I said then he awkwardly left. I went to my last period of the day, Science. Jacob was staring at me the whole time during class. “How am I supposed to help him study if he isn’t paying attention at all?” I mentally groaned. The bell rung and I rushed to get out of the classroom before Jacob could approach me. I arrived at my locker and I grabbed my science textbook and notes to help me study with Jacob. I quickly packed it in my backpack and I ran out the school doors before Jacob could once again approach me. I walk to my car and unlock it. I got in and drove to my house. I quickly got out of my car seeing that both my parents were still out of town for a day trip. I rushed inside to see what time it was and it was three fifteen. I let a sigh out of my mouth as I knew that Jacob wasn’t going to be here soon. 

“Hey babe!” Tate said. His voice startled me and I jumped landing in strong arms knowing that it was Tate. 

“Hey!” I said and turned around in his arms to see his face. He let go of the frip he had on me and put his arms around my waist while I put my hands on both of his cheeks. “I missed you so much today Tate. Why do you have to be isolated here?” I whined.

“I don’t know but it is worth it to see you come home and be able to be with you as soon as possible. I missed you too.” He said then kissed my forehead. He brought his face closer to mine and I stepped on my tippy toes and kissed him. We had a little make out session in the kitchen but I didn’t care. There was no one there to see it.  I broke apart and went to look at the kitchen timer and saw that it was three fifty-eight.

“Oh my gosh! Tate you have got to disappear like now!” I said.

“Why whats going on? Are your parents here?” Tate asked.

“No. I have a friend coming over for a study session.” I said.

“So? I would love to meet them. I think it is about time that you tell your friends that you have a boyfriend.” Tate said.

“Yeah and then whta would happen if they wanted a double date and NOT on Halloween, huh?” I said.

“And that is why you are the smart one in this relationship.” He said.

“Tate, can you PLEASE just disappear?” I begged.

“Okay. I love you” He said.

“I love you too.”I smiled and pecked his lips but then he grabbed my neck and started kissing me more.

“TATE!” I said by being muffled by his lips on mine.

“Okay fine. Bye.” He smiled and said.

Originally posted by anchosixx

Then I blinked my eyes and he was gone. I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed to answer it.

“Hi Jacob.” I said while letting him in.

“Hi (Y/N)! How are you today?” Jacob said and smiled cheekly.

“Are we ready to study?” I said wanting to get this study session over with. 

“Yep.” Jacob responded.

“Alright. Follow me.” I said. I closed and locked the door and we walked up my staircase to my room. “Here you can set your bookbag next to my desk on the right.” I said.

“Okay!” He said while putting his bookbag down. I pointed to the two chairs at my desk as saying to sit down here. Jacob did but only after he pulled my chair out. 

“Oh, thanks.” I said while sitting down.

“Anything for the lady.” He said. I mentally prayed hoping Tate wasn’t lurking in the corner watching all of what was happening. Little did I know that that was exactly happening. I soon let that thought slip my mind  and that was the worst thing to do. I saw Jacob looking through his bookbag over and over again.

“What is wrong?” I asked.

“I might have accidentally left my science stuff in my locker.” He said looking down embarrased.

“Okay. I guess we will just have to share.” I said 

“Okay. Sorry.” He said.

“It’s fine.” I said. I started to read section by section. When I was done with a paragraph I would ask him if I needed to explain anything to him and he would usually say yes.

“Can I say something before you continue reading?” He asked.

“Sure.” I said not sure of what he was going to say.

“You are really cute when you are explaining this stuff to me.” He said.

“Um, I think you should know that I have a boyfriend.” I said.

“Well he isn’t here so that means I can do this.” He said.

“That means you can do w—” I tried to ask but his lips met mine and struggled to pull him away from me. He put his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. I couldn’t escape. I started to kiss back. We parted and started to kiss again. My thoughts soon interrupted me. ‘(Y/N)! Are you kidding me? YOU HAVE TATE! STOP KISSING JACOB NOW!’

“Stop! I shouldn’t be doing this. I think it is a good thing for you to leave now.” I said standing up and taking charge.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He said.

“No! I have a boyfriend! That I am happily with!” I said. Jacob stood up and started approaching me.

“Oh come on don’t be like that!” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. We were just inches apart when Tate barged in the door.

“HEY! HANDS OFF OF HER!” Tate yelled. Everything happened so fast. The next thing I know is Jacob is on the ground with Tate on top of him, beating Jacob to a pulp.

“TATE! STOP!” I yelled making Tate stop and look at me.”Run Jacob!” JAcob got up and ran for his life and I heard the front door slam shut and let out the breath I was holding.

“Tate! Why did you do that?” I asked yelling.

“He had his hands all over you! I wasn’t going to let him touch you like that!”

“Yes but I had it undercontrol! I was going to stop him until you barged in and trampled him!” I said.

“YOU DID NOT HAVE IT UNDERCONTROL!” He yelled.

“I DID! IF YOU WOULD HAVE WAITED JUST FOR A COUPLE SECONDS! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO JEALOUS?” I yelled.

“I AM NOT JEALOUS!” Tate said.

“YOU SO ARE! When my guy friend came over here you lurked in the corner and when he just reached over me you started yelling your head off at him. It’s like if a guy just looked at me then you would kill him!” I said.

“Oh I’m sorry that I can’t be protective of my GIRLFRIEND!” 

“WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS NOT PROTECTION, IT IS JUST YOU GETTING JEALOUS!” I yelled.

“I JUST LOVE YOU! Is that a crime?” He yelled but then started to cry. “I just love you!” Then he started to cry even harder. Then it made me cry.

Originally posted by paradise-broken

“Yes but what you do isn’t what I want. I don’t want to become your…property.” I said with my voice being choked up.

“Then what are you going to do then (Y/N)?” He said.

“I’m going to do something I never dreamed of.” I said while crying and shutting my eyes.

“No please (Y/N). Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” He pleaded.

“Go away.” I whispered with my eyes shut. When I gained confidence I said it again but louder.”GO AWAY!” I yelled. I opened my eyes adn i didn’t see Tate anymore. I collapsed to the ground and tried to keep my body from shaking.

Originally posted by nxtafraidtofly

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I love you.” Tate said but I couldn’t hear it. 

The next few days were awful. I didn’t have anything to look forward to when I came home. But i still didn’t want to see him. I want to wait for a little bit. I want him to rethink what he is doing that made me do this to him. My parents started to travel more without me. I was just home alone moping wanting to feel him around me but I knew that it was to early. I was doing this to save our relationship and maybe start again or begin where we left off.

October, Four Months After

I think I am going to let Tate back into my life now. I walked around my house on October 7 calling out his name. I went to the basement.

“Tate? I’m ready now. I’m ready to pick up our relationship. I miss you too much.” I said while walking around. I finally saw him come out of the shadows and I started to cry when I saw his tear stained face with a tear trickiling down.

Originally posted by n-e-v-e-r-m-0-r-3

“(Y/N). Is that you? Really you?” Tate asked.

“Yes baby its really me.” I said. I start running towards him and he picks me up and twirls me around. “I missed you so much. I am sorry for doing that to you but I had to let you know what you were doing and how it bothered me.” I said letting him know the reason.

“I know the time you spent away from me allowed me to think about what was wrong with me. What I was doing wasn’t love it was crazy obsession jealousy. I am so sorry.” He said.

“It’s okay. I forgive. I thank you for protecting me Tate. I love you.” I pulled away from the embrace we found ourselves in.

Originally posted by un--creative

“I love you (Y/N). I care about your feelings more than mine and I am thankful that you gave me a wake up call if I continued what I was doing.” Tate said. I pulled his neck down to mine and we kissed. We kissed for a long time and it was full of passion and longing for each other.

After that day everything was back to normal. It was the day before Halloween and Tate had told me to go downstairs to the basement. I did.

“Tate?” I said and then turned to walk facing away from the stairs. I turned around I was met with a man in a black suit. “TATE!” I yelled backing away but the man just started walking towards me. “TATE!” I was pressed against the staircase as the man was infront of me pressed against me. All of a sudden I heard him laughing. He unzipped his cap and it was Tate.

“YOU JERK!” I yelled and pushed him.

“I scared you.” He teased.

“Did not.” He then leaned closer to my head and we kissed. 

“I really didn’t scare you?” he said as we pulled apart.

“I said no. When are we going to go on a real date?” I asked.

“On Halloween. That’s the only day of the year where I am allowed out of this house.”

“Okay!” I said and pecked his cheek. “What did you want me to come down here.” I asked.

“Oh right! I got you this rose.” Tate said as he handed it to me. I gladly took it. “I painted it black, I know how you don’t like normal things.”

Originally posted by rainbowsnowlight

“I think this is the sweetest thing that a boy has ever done for me. Thank you.” I stood on my tippy toes and kissed on the lips. We broke apart. “Is that it? I have to go back to do my homework if thats all.”

“Yes thats it. I love you.” 

“I love you too. See you tomorrow for our date.” I winked and started to walk upstairs to my bedroom. 

Halloween Night

Tonight is when Tate and I were going to go on our date. I got ready for it. I didn’t know where we were going but I knew that anything was going to be perfect with him. A knock came on my door and I opened it to see Tate.

“Are you ready for our date?” He asked.

“Of course I am! Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere that I loved to go when I was in high school, where i could let all the stress free from my head when times got tough.” 

“Okay! Do I need to bring anything extra?”

“Nope. If it gets cold you have me to warm you up.” He warmly smiled. We exited the house and started to walk. It was a good fifteen minute walk and then we reached our destination, the beach. We walked over to the lifeguard booth and I sat down on a concrete wall. When I had just sat down I felt my phone buzzing. I took out my phone and I saw that it was my mom calling. 

“(Y/N) where are you?” my mom said frantically.

“I’m just hanging with friends.” I said and looked where Tate was and he was fooling around on the lifeguard ‘porch’. “I’m sorry i should have called or left a note. Is this the part where you make me come home?” I said praying it wasn’t.

“Are you safe?”

“I swear.” 

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah.”

“Was there anything that happened while we were gone?”

“There was some banging but I think it was just some little kids playing a prank.” I felt something on my neck and I realized that it was Tate.

“I want you home in an hour.”

“Okay. All right. Bye.” I tried to hang up quickly so I could spend more time with Tate. I finally hung up.

“Who was that?” Tate asked and stopped kissing my neck.

“My mom.” I smiled.

“Oh.” He said. Then he leaned closer to me and kissed me. We pulled apart and we walked down to the beach. When we reached the sand I layed down and he got on top of me and started kissing me again.

Originally posted by oobandsoo

We eventually stopped not wanting to get any further. He sat up with me and put his arm around me. He got up and light a fire. Then he returned and sat next to me, pulling me close. I rested my head against his.

“I used to come here when the world would close in and got so small I couldn’t breathe. I’d used to look out in the ocean and think, ‘Yo, scum bag, high school counts for jack. Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, De Niro, Pacino.” I looked at him as he turned his head to look at me. “All high school dropouts. I hated high school.  So I’d come out here and I’d look at this vast, limitless exspanse. And it’s like, thats your life, man. You can do anything. You can be anything. Screw high school. That’s…that’s just a blip in your timeline. Don’t get stuck there.” He looked at me and I leaned my head on his.

“Very knowledgable Tate. I love you.” I looked at him and kissed him.

“I love you too.” He said when we pulled apart. 

“Tate, can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Anything.” Tate responded.

“Why would you get so jealous?” I said with my head leaning in his. He took in a deep breath.

“I would get so jealous because I saw what it did to my parents when my dad didn’t care. When he would just let go. They were so much in love until he stopped caring. I didn’t want that to happen to us. I love you too much but to be completley honest it was because I just want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you. I want you to be with me and only me.” He said and then kissed me deeply.

“I understand Tate. I don’t want that to happen to us either. I will love you forever.”

“I will too.” 

That night was filled with love. I didn’t want whatever happened to Tate’s parents to happen to us.  I wouldn’t allow that but I understand why he reacted that way and I can’t say I blame him. I will spend forever with him. No. Matter. What.

Originally posted by dreamer-with-nightmares

Anonymous said: So i love your “protag breaking down in front of the antag” prompts, do you think you could maybe do some of the reverse? The antagonist breaking down in front of the protagonist? 

dentist-why said:Could you do the villain breaking down in front of the hero because they don’t want to be a villain. (P.S. your blog is so good you are such a great writer.)

Anonymous said:Your protagonist breaking down in front of the antagonist prompts are fantastic! But, maybe to mix it up, could we get some antagonist breaking down in front of the protagonist prompts? (Unless they’ve been done before, I mean)


1) It wasn’t an obvious or sudden shattering. There were no tears, no screams, no heaving breaths. But something in them seemed to have just crumpled. And people could make a lot of jokes about the antagonist being heartless but they weren’t hollow like that. The hero watched it happen, barely aware of it at first - the way a person didn’t notice a cliff being eroded or the colour leeching from an old painting when they saw it so slowly. 


2) “Go on then,” the villain said. They wet their lips, eyes aglow with an almost mania, a fever. “Kill me.”
It was a horrible moment to realize that they weren’t being taunted or mocked or dared - they were being begged.


3) “Tell me what happened, please.”
“What does it matter?”
“Of course, it matters. I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” the villain tried for a smirk, but it was all wobbly and then pressed thin as if desperate to hold back a sob. They swallowed hard. “It’s not crime when it happens to bad people, it’s justice. Karma. Just the way the story goes.”
“You don’t actually believe that.”
The villain glanced up, the look on their expression heartbreaking. Because oh, they actually did. And oh, they looked terrified.
The hero’s teeth gritted, and they crowded a little closer, lowered their voice. “Look. If someone’s hurt you - told you that - if someone’s got something on you-”
“Oh, don’t you know, hero?” this time, their voice really did crack. “No one’s ever got anything on me.”  
It was enough, they’d seize hold of the antagonist in a moment. “Let me help you.” An order, not a plea this time.


4) Being them, they weren’t allowed to splinter. They didn’t have friends to fall back on, they didn’t have a safety net, the people of their court had no mercy towards the weak or the stumbling. To slip, to mistep, even an inch was to beg the wolves to fall on his throat. In a room of predators there always had to be prey and they’d vowed never to be prey again. They would never be seen as weak again.
“I’m sorry,” they said, as the protagonist’s door opened. “I know I shouldn’t be here. This was a terrible idea-” they took a step back, regretting coming already. It was foolish.
The protagonist caught their arm and reeled them inside. Gently. So gently.
It was the gentleness that did it and the next second the antagonist was in tears. Hideous, world bent out of shape, tears.  


5) “I’m fine,” the antagonist said.
“Okay.”
“I’m fine.” They’d just said that, and the protagonist was starting to look concerned. “Just fine. Everything’s going to be fine.” Oh god, they couldn’t stop saying it, couldn’t stop gabbling it, couldn’t breathe over it choking on that word. Fine, fine, fine, always perfectly fine.


6) The villain’s lungs strained for air as the hero slammed them up against the wall, face inches away. Fear licked up their spine.
“You’re sorry?” the hero spat. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover what you’re going to be for what you’ve done. You don’t get to cry over your guilt - you’re not one who got hurt.”


7) They knew it was wrong, they knew they shouldn’t like seeing the antagonist like this. A shell of themselves, fragile, held together by stitches. But oh they were so pliant like this. So scared of doing wrong and so desperately needing reassurance.
“I forgive you.”
“It’s going to be okay.”
“You’re not a monster.”
The hero had never felt so addictively needed in their life, so redemptive, so powerful to have the villain breathless and overwhelmed with the smallest of kindnesses. They felt like god.

Hozier sentence meme
  • ❛ Honey, please, try to love me. ❜
  • ❛ I called your name ‘til the fever broke. 
  • ❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜ 
  • ❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜
  • ❛ Babe, there’s something tragic about you. ❜
  • ❛ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. ❜
  • ❛ But I want it, it’s a crime that she’s not around most of the time. ❜
  • ❛ Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. ❜
  • ❛ I prayed my mind be good to me. ❜
  • ❛ With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ❜
  • ❛ It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. ❜
  • ❛ So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. ❜
  • ❛ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❜
  • ❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜
  • ❛ My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. ❜
  • ❛ There’s an art to life’s distractions. ❜
  • ❛ I raised a stone to end his pain. ❜
  • ❛ When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream. ❜
  • ❛ Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young. ❜
  • ❛ We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.  ❜
  • ❛ I turned and ran to save a life I didn’t have. ❜
  • ❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜
  • ❛ I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heart’s already sinned. ❜
  • ❛ Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn’t spare the rod. Never for me. ❜
  • ❛ I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. ❜
  • ❛ Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. ❜
  • ❛ I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, I’m not done yet. ❜
  • ❛ No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. ❜
  • ❛ I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜
  • ❛ Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. ❜
  • ❛ All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got, is foreign to me. ❜
  • ❛ I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you’ve done I never changed my mind. ❜
  • ❛ Honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜
  • ❛ The purest expression of grief. ❜
  • ❛ Lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime. ❜
  • ❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜
  • ❛ I found something in the woods somewhere. ❜
  • ❛ Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. ❜
Running Wild

Prompt: Something on how everyone loves Batmom’s hair. And the boys know that when going out they have to look perfect with her around. Honestly just work your magic, I’d be fine if you just put her having a hard time getting the boys ready for a gala

Words: 683


“They are your children, Bruce Wayne.” Bruce does his best to bite back a grin, as he finishes tying his tie. You pull your dress on and turn your back to your husband, “Can you help me zip this, please?”

He smiles at you in the mirror, before giving up on his tie. He guides the zipper up, his fingers leading it up with a warm trail against your skin. You do your best to fight down the shiver that wants to consume you.

Turning around you narrow your eyes at him, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to Mister Wayne.”

Bruce smirks at you before giving you his best innocent eyes. “I have no idea what you mean, Mrs. Wayne,” he practically purrs the words.

You roll your eyes before tying his tie for him, “I organized this fundraiser Bruce. I’ve spent months on it, making sure it’s perfect, and it’s for a good cause.”

Bruce sighs, “I know. This function is raising money for Gotham’s orphanage. It’s going to supply a lot of the refurbishing and improvements needed. I just don’t get why we couldn’t do something more than just another ball.”

You shake your head as you sit down on the bed and pull on your shoes, “For Gotham’s fiercest crime fighter you’re very naive Bruce Wayne.”

He raises an eyebrow in question and says, “Oh really?”

“Yes, really. Most of these people want to give the money and been seen doing so. They want to dress up in their pearls, and finest, and socialize with others of their class. They don’t care about what actually has to be done. Hell, most of them are in so deep with the crime families it’s amazing that they give at all. But, this is one sure fine way to get them to open their pocketbooks.”

Bruce sighs, “Sometimes I forget that you navigate this world more than I do. You’re always the one left behind to make excuses when the boys and I run out. You’re the one that plans most of these functions.”

You smile, “It’s for a good cause.”

Bruce bends over and whispers, “A very good cause,” before kissing you. Then his hand is tangled in your hair, and you’re reaching for his bowtie to untie, when shouts sound out in the hallway.

Bruce lets out a small growl before pulling back. You grin at him before standing off the bed, and walking towards the door. You open it to find the boys wrestling down the hallway. You let out one sharp whistle and they break apart. Your hands go to your hips and you say, “Seriously? You boys aren’t even dressed yet! And we have to leave in twenty minutes!” They just keep staring at you before you ask, “What in the world are you staring at?”

Jason just says, “Is your hair supposed to look like that?”

Your brows knit together in confusion before you reach up to feel your hair, all out of place. The memory of Bruce’s fingers tangling in your hair makes you groan. You take a deep breath and say, “I know this event won’t be fun for you guys, but it is very important to me. Can you please go get ready; brush your teeth, put on deodorant, comb your hair, and put your tuxes and shoes on.”

They stare at you for a moment before they agree to go. They trudge down the hallway, and you turn to Bruce, “Can you please make sure they’re actually getting ready, and not having some giant pillow fight?”

He just smirks and asks, “Are you sure you don’t need my help fixing your hair?”

You smile and begin pushing him out the door, “You’ve done enough thank you very much. I can manage these curls on my own thank you very much.”

He just smiles, before reaching forward and gently pulling on a loose curl. It straightens for just a minute before bouncing back up. He just winks at you and says, “Personally, I like it when you let them run wild.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?

Hope you like it! ^^

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT

RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss

Zen

  • You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
  • “How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
  • He would let you take your time,  so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
  • Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
  • You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
  • “MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
  • “Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
  • Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo  of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
  • His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
  • You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength.  Thank you all so much!”

Yoosung

  • He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
  • But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
  • “Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
  • Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
  • You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
  • But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
  • Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
  • When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
  • The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.

Jaehee

  • She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
  • The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
  • Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
  • But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
  • And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
  • “And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
  • “I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
  • “Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
  • And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
  • But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.

Jumin

  • You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
  • He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
  • But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
  • He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was  already working somewhere.
  • He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
  • “Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
  • “MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
  • “Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
  • The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
  • Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)

Saeyoung

  • You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
  • What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
  • He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
  • And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
  • And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
  • “Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
  • “No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
  • So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
  • Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.

Saeran

  • He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
  • He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
  • But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
  • So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
  • Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
  • He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
  • “Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
  • “Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
  • “I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
  • “Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
  • “Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
  • “I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.

V

  • He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
  • “Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
  • He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
  • But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
  • So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
  • “You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
  • “I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
  • “I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
  • “Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
  • You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.

Op’s one of those nice folks who pre-emptively blocked me.

>anti-SJs/alt-righters:

First off, those aren’t remotely the same people. Many anti-SJs are explicitly liberal. I’ll just speak for the anti-SJWs, then.

>violently angry

This sure looks a lot like something you just made u-

Oh, I get it. This isn’t actually directed at antis at all. You’re trying to sell a threat narrative to other SJWs.

>people burning the American flag

I don’t.

>scientists talking to the media

Uh…remind me who literally harassed a scientist to tears because he wore an ironically tacky shirt, claiming he’d alienate potential women in science?

> cisphobia/heterophobia/reverse racism/misandry/etc.

We don’t get angry over reverse racism. It’s just racism.

>a woman criticizing video games

Honestly, no one would give half a crap about Anita if she was a) a decent critic, b) wasn’t known for being a victim, instead of her actual criticism,  and c) wasn’t touted as the best feminist games critic evar!

>literally any protest against the government/police, no matter how peaceful

Incorrect. We don’t like stupid protests based on a sustained campaign of misinformation and premature conclusions, or some vague “women’s march” with no concrete goal.

Sometimes people are complete bell-ends about protesting while still technically being peaceful. Blocking roads does little to advance the cause of your protest, and may put the lives of yourself and those around you at risk.

People have said that an angry mob hundreds-strong that threatened cops with violence was “peaceful” because they didn’t actually attack the cops. And then there’s the old standby “well, the violent people weren’t REAL protesters”.

> anyone criticizing you when you say something bigoted

Affirming the consequent

SJWs have gone a lot farther than just “criticism”, up to and including actual crime and violence. They beat a man at a Milo Yiannopoulos talk until he ended up in the hospital.

>you can’t pick and choose when you want free speech.

See, you’re making a false equivalence here. There’s a difference between “I don’t like these things” and “people should not have the right to do those things”. 

What you lot want is generally the latter.

More rebuttals.

partners in crime

my fifth entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #5: partners in crime

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1 / day 2 / day 3 / day 4

Keith is starting to get suspicious.

Shiro has now paired him with Lance for the last ten missions. Ten. Even worse, when Keith confronted him about it, he swore up and down it was only because they functioned well as a team. But Keith has known Shiro for long enough to know he’s up to no good.

Not that he’ll cause a fuss about it or anything. He doesn’t want to be an ass now that Shiro is finally back. Keith spent the last couple years wondering if the black paladin was even alive. And, if Keith is totally honest with himself, it isn’t like he hates working with Lance. They’ve learned each other’s strengths and weaknesses by now and, surprisingly enough, developed a scarily efficient system.

Keith and Lance actually… kind of… maybe kick ass when they’re together.

Stop that, Keith reprimands himself. Pay attention to the mission.

“Alright, so in order to gather as much information as we can, two of you will have to go…” Shiro trails off. The team is gathered for another mission briefing. This time, they’re trying to pinpoint Lotor’s current location. The Galran prince disappeared off the grid several weeks ago, and the paladins can’t seem to find where he’s hiding. Shiro glances over at Allura, and she nods, urging him to continue. “Two of you will go to the party in disguise. As a, well. A couple.”

“I’m sure the two of you will be the hottest couple there,” Lance snorts, shooting a wink in Allura’s direction. “Knock ‘em dead.”

“Oh no, I will not be attending. I’m afraid a dress would not be enough to conceal my identity. There are far too many guests who may recognize me,” Allura explains.

“Okay? So we finally get to see Pidge in a dress?”

Pidge digs her elbow into Lance’s stomach and snickers when he squeals.

“Ah, no. I was thinking… the two of you would go as the couple.” Shiro rushes through the last part of his statement and awkwardly motions at—

“What?”

No.”

Keith and Lance react at the same time and turn to angrily glare daggers at each other. Lance jabs his finger into Keith’s chest. The gesture is all too familiar at this point. Keith is surprised he doesn’t have a permanent indent in his skin where Lance usually pokes him. “You—“

“Neither of you have to wear a dress,” Allura interjects, eying the two snarling boys warily. “Lance will be disguised as the current Vruan prince, and Keith will be his escort. The prince has many lovers. No one will question Keith’s presence.”

Lance switches gears almost immediately. He pulls away and turns his full attention to Allura. “Prince?”

“Coran thought it’d be the most believable.” Shiro shrugs. “He says you and the Vruan prince look similar. And it’ll be easy to send Keith with you.”

“Prince…”

“Princess, I don’t know if this is the best idea,” Keith tries. Because he can’t pretend to be Lance’s date. He can’t. Not after a few… interesting events that have happened since the team reunited. The hug and spin when Keith returned to the ship, the almost kiss during a game of Truth or Dare one late night, the accidental hand holding after a near death experience, the undeniable sexual tension during their recent sparring matches—it all spells danger.

“Obviously, the whole team will be there if anything goes wrong,” Shiro clarifies. “The building is huge, and, based on what the Blade of Marmora members told us, there are plenty of places to look.”

“We should be able to hack into their system.” Pidge grins at Hunk. He mirrors her expression and holds out his hand for a fist bump. “No problem.”

“Allura and I will scan the other rooms. Meanwhile, you two will talk to the guests in the ballroom.”

“Shiro—“

“I look like a prince?” Lance cries. Keith winces at the outburst. “Holy shit. I get to dress up like a prince! Prince Lancelot has a pretty nice ring to it…”

“That’s all you took from that?” Keith groans.

“You’re just jealous that I get to be the prince.”

“No, I’m upset because I have to pretend to date a pain in the ass prince like you.”

“Excuse me, lover boy—“

Lover boy?”

“Anyway,” Shiro interrupts, raising his voice. He flashes Keith and Lance a look that could kill. “We’ll meet back here in four vargas.”

“Coran and I will help Keith and Lance with their costumes.” Allura bounces a little on the balls of her feet, a mischievous glint in her eyes. A shiver runs down Keith’s spine. “It should not take long.”

“Alright, we’re good then,” Shiro decides. “And good luck, Klance!”

The room goes completely silent for a moment and then chaos. Shiro slaps his hands over his mouth, eyes bulging out of his skull. Hunk screams, and Pidge’s jaw drops, practically scraping the floor. They both stare expectantly at Shiro. Allura gasps, whispering, “oh my,” under her breath.

Keith, on the other hand, is sure his brain has melted.

“Wha…” Lance starts. “What did you just say?”

Keith jerks his head in Lance’s direction. He can’t decipher the tone of Lance’s voice at all, but… his cheeks are flushed. Keith didn’t even realize his skin could turn quite so red. Um?

“I said Lance!” Shiro laughs nervously, dropping his hands to his sides. “Good luck, Lance!”

“There was totally a ‘k’ in there, dude.”

“Of course not! Now, I have very important… pre-mission things to attend to so, um, I’m just going to—“ Shiro points frantically at the exit. “Yeah.” He darts out of the room like his ass is on fire; no one tries to stop him.

“Wow,” Lance drawls once Shiro is out of earshot. “Wow.”

“He… well,” Keith stammers. Yep, his brain has almost definitely melted. “Stress. You know?”

But Lance is hung up on something else. “Partners in crime. Like… space range partners.”

What?” Keith squawks.

“Us.” Lance gestures between the two of them. “Klance.”

“Oh my God, Lance, please stop.”

“We’re Klance…”

Lance.”

Bachelorette

Originally posted by garisanee

(A/N: shortish smut. Seriously, who doesn’t want to marry Wonho? Stop me from writing about him I just love him so much he makes me feel things) 

Your friends spun you around and held your hands as you danced to the deafening techno music in the club. Full of alcohol, you were finding it increasingly hard to stay up, especially in your new high heels but you were having the best bachelorette party you could have ever hoped for, even though you did miss your fiance who had already had his bachelor party. With just a few days left until the wedding, you were glad to let go and dance with your friends, celebrating what they’d been calling ‘your last night as a free woman’ though of course, you didn’t see it like that. Wonho made you your best self; he made you feel alive. It was almost as if something was missing before you met him. Blue, green and pink lights beamed from the ceiling, moving at a pace that almost made you dizzy. With a ‘Bride to be’ sash on and a neon tutu around your waist, you felt like the centre of attention with everyone encouraging you to down your shots and wishing you well on your future marriage. Even on a night like this where you were supposed to be celebrating your independence, you wanted Wonho to be there with you; dancing in his strong arms sounded perfect. Giggling at your maid of honour who was trying to dance as sexy as she could, you could have sworn you saw one of Wonho’s groomsmen Minhyuk out of the corner of your eye and when you thought that was unlikely, you spotted the leader of Wonho’s group Shownu at the bar. In a haze of confusion, you could barely hear your bridesmaids yelling your name and trying to get your attention. 

“(Y/N!) Look who’s here!” 

Your bridesmaid called before reaching behind her and pushing your fiance in front of you. He grinned mischievously before cuddling you. Wonho smelled so good and he looked so damn fine in tight denim jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. 

“Hoseok! What are you doing here?! You know it’s supposed to be girls only.” 

You pretended to be stern with him when really you were over the moon that he had come to see you. With that jaw dropping, dazzling smile, he chuckled with a glimmer of lust in his eyes. 

“I just couldn’t stay away jagi. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me? I missed you.” 

You couldn’t fight your smile and the feeling of being home and safe when you were with him. Even in the crowded room full of intoxicated strangers, when you were with him, it felt like just the two of you in this crazy love bubble. All of a sudden, he pulled you close and crushed his lips upon yours, desperately needing you. Like it was an instinct, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper in to the kiss. You sensed his hunger, his wanting for you. It became obvious why he’d come and how much he really missed you. You weren’t there in his bed with him and that was something he didn’t like at all; he wasn’t complete without his partner in crime. Wonho grabbed your behind, squeezing it tightly as if no one was there when you heard:

“Oh my fucking god guys, get a room!” 

He pulled away with a soft, warm laugh. Your foreheads rested against each other, the two of you gazing in to each others eyes, breathless. 

“I missed you too.” 

You uttered, just loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. Eagerly, your fiance took your hand and started leading you through the crowd of people. 

“Where are we going?!” 

You cried as loudly as you could. 

“Somewhere! Anywhere! Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” 


Within minutes you were in a toilet stall, sat on the seat with your legs around Wonho as he reached forward and kissed you passionately, reaching under your tutu and dragging your panties down your legs. 

“Touch yourself jagiya. Let me see you play with yourself. We don’t have much time and I need you, right now.” 

You were shy, even in front of your fiance, the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with, though the alcohol in your body helped you feel a little more confident. Wonho stood up and unzipped his jeans, his erection almost breaking the zipper as it bulged out. His deep eyes almost burned in to you, watching you rub your pulsing clit as he dropped his black boxer shorts down around his ankles. Wonho told you to rub yourself as he wanted you to be wet for him but you were already dripping just by seeing his thick, hard manhood in his hand. In the background, you heard the loud bass of the music thumping, hoping it would mask your whimpers. Making you giggle, Wonho lifted you up off the seat and took your place, hinting he wanted you to ride him. Your heart fluttered whilst your horniness was making you a crazy woman. Perhaps Wonho wanted to take advantage of he fact you got extremely aroused when you’d had a few drinks. You could barely believe you were going to fuck your husband to be in a club toilet cubicle but you were both painfully desperate to feel each other, to connect in the most intimate way. Easing yourself down on his hardness, the two of you struggled to keep your eyes open with the insane pleasure and relief. With his cock inside you, you felt full and stretched; you always forgot how big Wonho got when he was fully erect. 

“Oh baby. You feel so amazing. I’m never going to get enough of you.” 

He uttered, his hands resting on your hips, helping to lift you up and down on his long shaft. Your fiance looked so attractive as he closed his eyes and bit down on his plump lower lip, gently groaning at your tightness. Each time you lowered yourself down, you found a new wave of bliss; it was becoming hard to stay quiet. You just wanted to scream his name. 

“Oppa.” 

You whimpered, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

“Holy shit I can’t wait to marry you. I just want to call you my wife already. I just want you to be mine.” 

Wonho grunted as his pupils dilated and his hands moved from your hips to your behind. 

“I am yours Hoseok. I’m all yours.” 

You moaned before feeling his lips return to yours, demanding your touch. Your mouths moved in sync; you were captured in his sensuous embrace. Moving your hips faster, you felt your orgasm build as your walls tightened and your clit rubbed lightly on Wonho’s neat pubic hair. The orgasm felt like a warm tingling sensation in your pussy and as soon as Wonho reached down and played with your excited clitoris, you felt yourself tipping over the edge. 

“Baby I want to cum!” 

You cried, too engulfed in pleasure to care if anyone could hear. Feeling Wonho’s cock twitch inside you, you could tell he was seconds away from finishing too. 

“Yes! Cum on my cock baby. Show me you’re mine!” 

Wonho growled before kissing and biting at your neck, inevitably giving you a hickey that you hoped would fade before the wedding but he knew you loved it when he nibbled on your neck. Wonho had to stifle your screaming with a harsh, scorching kiss as your orgasm rocked through your body and soon enough, you felt his warm liquid drip out of you. For moments you sat there, tangled in a warm cuddle as the two of you tried your best to get your breath back. With his arms wrapped around you so tightly, you didn’t want to move. You almost forgot it was supposed to be your bachelorette party. Deeply, you sighed. 

“I suppose I should go back to the girls baby. This is supposed to be my last night as a single lady.” 

You said, trying to move but Wonho wouldn’t let you go yet. He smirked boyishly; the smirk that made you fall so hard for him. 

“Do you want me to go?” 

He asked, his eyes turning puppy dog like. You giggled, shaking your head. 

“Just, I want round two when we get home. But for now, we better go and dance…and pretend we didn’t just fuck in here.” 

You responded. It was nearly painful to climb off Wonho, suddenly feeling empty and colder. You passed Wonho some tissues as you tried to clean up but you were pulled back down on top of him. 

“Baby. I want everyone to know we just fucked in here.” 

vandrecer  asked:

Hi!!! :) I love your writing <3 , it is awesome and it is so accurate with the characters' personalities. And I would like to see, if you want and can :) , how it would be with the RFA, Saeran and V with a hacker MC. It would be interesting. And also I send tons of love and hugs. Be happy! :D

ww, you’re so sweet

I was quite sleepy and drunk when I wrote this, have no idea if this makes sense, but I’m pretty sure some of them are completely crazy.

Try to roll with me on this lolol:

RFA + Saeran and V with a hacker MC

Zen

  • His photos and performance videos were being spread like a virus again.
  • But now in emails of the most important producers and directors in Hollywood .
  • And Seven was the one to tell him that, so he wasn’t the responsible for it.
  • So who did it?
  • I mean, the pics are all very flattering, it’s not like this person is doing something bad. “Whoever did this probably likes you a lot?” “More than MC?” “Maybe somebody just like MC…”
  • He keeps thinking about this, it’s ridiculous, he knows it. But there’s nothing wrong about asking, right?
  • “Babe, hear me out on this. I was with Seven trying to figure out who spread those pictures and he said it could have been you! Can you imagine?” he laughs, you don’t. Oh… you can do much more than imagine.
  • “B-babe?” “Zen… I thought that was a good way to try to tell you?” “Tell me what, MC?” “That I’m a hacker.”
  • So… many… questions! And he’s so worried that you might get involved in thinks like those emails leaked from Sony Pictures that time or even more dangerous stuff.
  • You shrug telling him hacking isn’t really your thing, it’s more like a hobby. But it could still be a problem for his career if anybody ever finds out about this… he’s worried, you’re worried, but you both telling each other everything will be fine.
  • “But, please, babe. Be careful!” you will, you have been careful for a while now. And you work by yourself, so it’s hard to associate you to an agency or to someone.
  • And he still worries, but it’s not like he couldn’t complain when he got an invitation to a screen test in Hollywood. Thanks to you.

 

Yoosung

  • Here he is playing LOLOL while you are reading a book.
  • “This guy is good! It’s the third time he beats me!” “Then don’t let him!” you say mindlessly. “I’m trying, but I think he’s using some cheat code or something.”
  • You go to him and watch as the guy beats your boyfriend again, and yeah… it seems suspicious…
  • “Let me try something, honey.” You type something really fast and Yoosung just watches it.
  • He would feel really aroused having you almost sitting in his lap, but you look terrifyingly serious, and this is about LOLOL, so he’s very serious too.
  • “Done. This guy won’t be a problem for you anymore, honey.” You kiss his forehead and walk away. He has no idea what you’ve done, but… all the items the guy collected before now belong to him.
  • So forget LOLOL for a while, he’s more curious about you. “What was that, MC?” “Hum? Oh, you were right, that guy was using a cheat code, but blocking him was child’s play, don’t worry, honey.”
  • “But… how do you know how to… block cheat codes and… basically accessing the database of the game?” “Ah, yeah… I’m kinda like a hacker or something…”
  • “A HACKER? LIKE SEVEN? SO YOU DO DANGEROUS STUFF LIKE HIM? ARE YOU BEING CHASED, MC? IS THE FBI AFTER YOU? IS THE MIB AFTER YOU?” “Well, I’m an earthling, I don’t think I’m a threat to the MIB, Yoosung…”
  • “THIS IS SERIOUS! MC, I’LL PROTECT YOU!  TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO AND I’LL DO IT!” you giggle, mainly because you know it’s true.
  • It took a while for him to understand hacking is more like a hobby, you’re not really interested in making money out of getting information. It’s not really worth the trouble, you know?
  •  He is still a little shocked with all your bluntness about this, but as long as you’re not doing anything dangerous, he won’t say anything. And if you want to teach him some cheat codes, he won’t complain either.

Jaehee

  •  You cut the crap and told her as soon as you started dating
  • She’s confused… you’re like Luciel, but without the disgusting eating habits and the weird sense of humor?
  • And you’re more like a freelancer? Okay…
  • And you’ve been dealing with some shady stuff like hacking into government databases? Okay…
  • Cool…
  • OF COURSE THIS ISN’T COOL!
  • She’s so scared, it’s all over the news! People are calling you a terrorist! And why would you even tell her this? You want her to be your partner in crime or something?
  • “I just told you because I trust you.” You smile sweetly, and for one minute she forgets all those terrifying thoughts, but just for one minute.
  • “Okay, thanks for trusting me. Now tell me what you’re thinking for your plans if you ever have to run away?” “I…”
  • “Oh my God, MC! You don’t have a plan? Okay, so here’s what we’re gonna do…”
  • And this woman spent the next two hours telling you all the logistics for you eventually having to leave the country. You will definitely follow them if you ever need to, but right now… you’re just shocked with this clever woman standing before you.
  • She really isn’t as innocent as everybody thinks, huh? Just like you…

Jumin

  • You told him.
  • Better tell him before he finds out with you being arrested or something, right?
  • “I’m a hacker, I leaked those emails. No, I’m not quitting just so you don’t get worried about my safety.”
  • “I love this, Jumin! I truly do! You have no idea how amazing it is! Information is power! And I have the biggest power in my hands. And people need to know what happens behind the curtains when it comes to politics and companies and capitalism and…nnnggg.”
  • He interrupts you with a kiss.
  • “J-Jumin?” “I’m not pleased, but you’re passionate about this. I won’t get in the way of your passion or your life.”
  • “But…”  “Isn’t that what you want from me?” That’s exactly what you need from him, you just didn’t know it could be that easy to get.
  • “Do what you have to do. I also have power, so I can bail you out if you ever need me to.” Whoaaaa, is he serious?
  • “But be careful, don’t do anything reckless.” YES, SIR!
  • So yeah, he doesn’t show much how concerned he is, and you see how hard he is trying to give you space.
  • But he’s also very impressed. Information is power, indeed. There are very interesting things in what you do that could be useful for him.
  • So guess who’s being paid by Jumin Han to find important stuff on market sales?

Saeyoung

  • You didn’t tell him.
  • You showed him.
  • This boy says he’s done with hacking, but deep down, he misses the rush a bit.
  • So why not do this as a game for old time’s sake? He wouldn’t be in danger if he played along inside your own little game.
  • It starts with you disabling his security system and sending enigmatic messages.
  • Then you mess with his cars, programming the GPS to send him to this particular address.
  • Okay, he was so mad and desperately trying to fire back, but he has to admit: this hacker is good.
  • Then he sees the address and… your house? OH SHIT! Are you in danger? You quickly call him on your most friendly voice telling him some random thing just for him to know you’re fine. So… what the hell?
  • He goes to your place with a taser gun. Maybe the hacker didn’t attack you yet? They were just waiting him to show up?
  • He enters your living room and he almost falls in his back. You’re alone… wearing lingerie and messing with your phone.
  • He gets a notification in his phone, a text from the hacker: “Kudos on passing through the phases, now it’s time to meet the boss of this game.”
  • He had so many questions, but that would have to wait a little… No need to say he took you to the space station without ever leaving the room.

Saeran

  • He was suspecting for a while now.
  • You spend as much time on your laptop as him and his brother.
  • And trying to find out what you’re doing turns out to be more difficult than he thought, like… you know a way to shut him out.
  • “How are you doing this?” he asks all of a sudden. “Doing what?” “Blocking me and my attempts to hack into your stuff?”
  •  “Why are you trying to hack into my stuff?” touché “Because I think you’re onto something.”
  • “Like what?” you tease him. “Like hacking.”
  • “Hum… am I?” “I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying to find out. So stop blocking me!” “Try me…” OH, IT’S ON!
  • And the first Hacking Challenge began. He was attacking you with everything he has, you were defending yourself and using you weapons too.
  • At some moment, he got so caught up with this he almost forgot why he was doing this. It was fun, after all.
  • And as he couldn’t beat you, he turned off his computer and got away all grumpy, yeah, he’s a bad loser…
  • You went after him, saying you were sorry and you could make it up to him. He grinned, expecting for something dirty, but your idea was even better.
  • “How about we join forces to mess with Saeyoung a little?”

V

  • You told him.
  • He was a person with many secrets who dated another person with many secrets.
  • It was time to break this cycle, right?
  • He looked shocked, and sad.
  • Have you risking yourself like this, after all you two have been through…
  • He was scared, for you and… of you?
  • But he needed to know. “Why do you do this, MC?”
  • “Because people deserve to know the truth, Jihyun. You know how tiring it can be to keep hiding things like this. And let me tell you, if it’s tiring for you, it can be terrifying and… even dangerous for the people who doesn’t know these secrets. People deserve to know, V! And if I can manage to tell them, why wouldn’t I?”
  • Well, if you put it like that… he knows some secrets should never be secrets, people like hackers have the resources to share these secrets, if he were a hacker, if he had these resources, wouldn’t he do the same?
  • He hugs you all of a sudden and kisses your head. It feels good, but yet you’re very surprised.
  •  “I’m so proud of you, my love.” Oh… okay, that’s good.
  • “But be careful and don’t be imprudent, or I’ll end up being imprudent too in order to protect you.” You have no doubt on how serious he is being right now.
Stuck- Connor McDavid

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

Ok so I went fluffy with this instead of smutty anon so I hope that’s ok! Also pineapple on pizza discourse is mentioned! Anyway enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Stuck in the elevator with Connor mcdavid pls

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ladysolitaire  asked:

Fic prompt: Sherlock meeting Molly's mum for the first time. 😁

I’m going with non-established Sherlolly here. Hope that works for you! ;)


“Be right back, mum,” Molly said on her way out of the lab. “I’ve just got to send this report upstairs and then we can get some lunch.”

“Not a problem, dear,” her mother assured her. “Take your time!” 

Sherlock continued working silently nearby and took a moment to sip his coffee right before Molly’s mother’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“So…you fancy my daughter.”

He nearly choked. 

“I’m…sorry?” Sherlock frowned over at Mrs. Hooper.

“Oh honestly,” she laughed. “It’s not that difficult to see. I’m pleased we finally got to meet, because I’ve been dying to ask how long you intend to continue this silly little dance.”

He felt like a rug had been pulled out from under him. “I- uh, well I- I didn’t exactly think…that is, I hadn’t planned to…”

“Sherlock, don’t you think it’s time you did plan?” She smiled kindly. “It has obviously been years. From what Molly has told me more recently, I like you. I truly do. But as a mother, I cannot advise my daughter to wait around till the end of time!”

Sherlock cleared his throat nervously. He hadn’t expected this today! Though he couldn’t help but be a bit impressed with Mrs. Hooper. 

“Listen, she’ll be back any moment,” Mrs. Hooper said quickly. “I have an idea, and I imagine you’ll be clever enough to keep up.”

Sherlock didn’t have time to respond since Molly did walk back in right then.

“Right, I’m all done. Mum, you ready to go?”

“I am, yes.” She got up and pulled her coat on. “Oh, Molly, I just thought I’d mention now, do you mind if we cancel our plans this evening? You’ve been keeping me wonderfully busy, but I’d love a night of rest. And I’m here for another full week so we’ll still have plenty of time left for you to plan outings.”

Sherlock caught the very briefest of glances from Mrs. Hooper and he had to twist his lips to avoid a smile of amusement at her cunning plan.

“Oh,” Molly said softly. “Well alright, that’s fine. You’re right, we have plenty of time left. No need to tire you out!”

As the two Hooper women headed for the door, a burst of bravery shoved Sherlock from his seat and pried his lips open.

“Molly,” he called after her, halting them. “Seeing as you’re free this evening, I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

“Help solving crimes?” Molly asked casually while wrapping her scarf.

Sherlock smiled shyly. “No, actually…dinner.”

Behind the wide eyed Molly, Mrs. Hooper gave Sherlock a proud smile. 

🐜 ‘ANT-MAN’ (2015) sentence starters. 🐜

      FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS AND ADJUST TO YOUR LIKING. 🐜 

  • ❛ thanks for picking me up.❜
  • ❛ baskin-robbins always finds out. ❜
  • ❛ it wasn’t a violent crime, it was a cool crime! ❜
  • ❛ you want some waffles? ❜ 
  • ❛ i don’t care. i’m out. ❜ 
  • ❛ i think our first move should be calling the avengers. ❜
  • ❛ i’m trying, okay? i’ve changed. ❜
  • ❛ be the person she already thinks you are. ❜ 
  • ❛ gratitude can be forgiveness. ❜ 
  • ❛ oh man, are we screwed? ❜ 
  • ❛ i didn’t steal anything! i was returning something i stole! ❜ 
  • ❛ you know, you almost had us convinced that you’re gonna change your ways. ❜ 
  • ❛ the moment things get hard, you turn right back to crime. ❜ 
  • ❛ GET ON THE DAMN ANT ❜ 
  • ❛ hey– um, whose pajamas are these?! ❜
  • ❛ i believe everybody deserves a shot at redemption. ❜
  • ❛ my days of breaking into places and stealing shit are done. ❜
  • ❛ i need you to break into a place and steal some shit.  ❜
  • ❛ it’s not about saving OUR world. it’s about saving THEIRS. ❜
  • ❛ damn. that was a good speech. ❜
  • ❛ useless. ❜
  • ❛ you gonna show me how to punch? show me how to punch. ❜
  • ❛ alright, princess, let’s get back to work. ❜
  • ❛ aw, you’re cute! ❜
  • ❛ i’m expendable. ❜
  • ❛ it’s not your fault. she made her choice. ❜
  • ❛ i ruined the moment, didn’t i? i’m gonna make some tea. ❜
  • ❛ YOU SON OF A BITCH ❜
  • ❛ it’s really important to me that captain never finds out about this. ❜
  • ❛ that was completely irresponsible and dangerous! you jeopardized everything! ❜
  • ❛ wait a minute… did you just compliment me? ❜
  • ❛ what did you see in me? …all those years ago, you picked ME. what did you see? ❜
  • ❛ THAT’S SO COOL BRO ❜
  • ❛ hey look– this is gonna get weird, alright? it’s pretty freaky, but it’s safe, there’s no reason to be scared. ❜
  • ❛ oh no, daddy don’t get scared. ❜
  • ❛ we’re all doing this for reasons much bigger than any one of us. i’m just glad you have a SLIGHT chance of MAYBE pulling this off. ❜
  • ❛ i actually went from despising you to almost liking you! ❜
  • ❛ wow– wow. i mean, i saw that punch coming from a mile away but i just figured it’d be all pathetic and weak! ❜
  • ❛ hi, little guy!  ❜
  • ❛ you proud of me yet? ❜
  • ❛ you’re sick and i can help you, just put the gun down! ❜
  • ❛ you picked the wrong side, _____ ! ❜
  • ❛ don’t worry, i’m not going to die here. and neither are you. ❜
  • ❛ hey– we’re the good guys, right? feels kinda weird! ❜
  • ❛ I’M GONNA DISINTEGRATE YOU ❜
  • ❛ you insult me. your very existence is insulting to me! ❜
  • ❛ THAT’S A MESSED-UP LOOKING DOG ❜
  • ❛ there’s a… big hole in the roof. ❜
  • ❛ yeah, i don’t know what you’re doing, grabbing and kissing me like that, i was a little surprised myself, i mean, really? ❜
  • ❛ you’re full of shit, ______ ❜
  • ❛ this is awkward. i mean, what do we even talk about after all of this? ❜
  • ❛ look at that chick, she’s like CRAZY STUPID FINE, you know what i’m sayin’? ❜
  • ❛ it’s about damn time. ❜