oh and a crime or something

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.’

If i see one more fucking post about the MLP fandom i swear to fucking god I will murder someone with my own bare hands

the new MLP movie saw a resurgence in tumblrs awareness of bronies, and in keeping with y’alls absolutely psychotic need to shit on men for doing anything outside the Pre-Approved Male Activities™ you’ve brought back all the fake stories about “i was at the movie/a con/in public and some BRONY NECKBEARD was totally like perving on a little girl, trust me, it happened”

And you can tell its fake because it always follows the same structure, in that the narrator and therefore default protagonist was minding their own business and overheard or saw a man who they will invariably describe as fat and unattractive, wearing some improbable ton of MLP merch, loudly screeching his attraction to a little girl they will invariably describe as terrified, but incredibly smart and adorable, or else very obviously stalking said little girl (and its always a little girl, for sympathy points) in a way that would be instantly visible to everyone and yet somehow the narrator is the only one who notices and of course steps in to help.

and whats pissing me off more is that the really shittiest of the R&M fans are using this resurgence of the brony hate to try and distract from how absolutely garbage they are, the same way literally every other terrible fandom does after a scandel.

SU fans try to bully a girl to death? BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BROOOOONIES???

Undertale fandom puts needles in an artists cookie? B-BUT BRONIES!!

Rick And Morty fandom riots and fucking stabs people over meme sauce? BUT THE BRONIES!!!!!! BUT BRONIES, HELLO-KITTY-SENPAI!!! WHAT ABOUT THE BRONIES!!!!

I’ve seen this on my dash and in all my feeds across multiple sites all day, and listen

Bronies? Actually never done a damn thing wrong, ever, as a fandom.

A little annoying, sure, as all vocal fandoms are, but bronies have never bullied someone to suicide, never attacked or stabbed anyone, and every single accusation made against them was so poorly done and overdetailed that it was instantly proven to be fucking false, every time.

It’s fucking tiresome, how much you garbage ass wastes of oxygen hate other human beings for the crime of liking a show that you think ‘belongs’ to another demographic. 

Steven Universe was made for 11-15yo kids and you have no problem with 30 somethings screeching at and attempting to hurt and doxx 14 year olds (the fucking target demographic) over their headcanons for these sentient gemstones, but God help us if the bronies raise money for fucking charity or watch the movie in theaters or buy/make/sell fucking plushies. 

Oh, also, for the fucking record, you cant steal a fucking show or a con, you absolute dumpster fires, the show is still fucking accessible to kids on tv or netflix or anywhere on the internet, and cons were never fucking meant for CHILDREN, what kind of shitass parent takes a 6yo across the country to be pulled around in costume through crowds of strangers all day for days on end and get the Con Flu because you couldn’t order your nerd shit online or get a babysitter?  

Take some goddamn responsibility and stop taking your child to cons made by and for adults! Holy shit, a simple concept! And yes, BronyCon and other such cons are in fact by and for adults! And yet still, if some idiot shows up with their kids, the KIDS GET PREFERENTIAL TREATMENT! The cons are split into day/night activities! Kid Friendly with kids getting front of the line and first go during the day, adult wares and first come first served at night, and you know this, but you ignore it for the sake of rhetoric. 

God I hate y’all. 


‘  strap in ‘cause this one is rough.  ’
‘  it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m aware of some details of this and it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m not a gambling man, but i don’t really like those odds.  ’
‘  we could conceivably run into this guy taking a dump in the woods or something.  ’
‘  are you fucking out of your mind?  ’
‘  i’m starting to think you want to die.  ’
‘  you turned a corner on that one pretty quick.  ’
‘  oh my god, it’s fucking horrifying.  ’
‘  there’s an elk, though. there’s a deer over there.  ’
‘  here’s the remains and rubble of one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of all time and you’re looking at the fucking deer in the forrest.  ’
‘  maybe they were in there telling ghost stories.  ’
‘  that’s not what pillow talk is, i don’t think.  ’
‘  pillow talk could either mean something you do after sex or it could mean what’s like sleepover talk.  ’
‘  do you tell ghost stories after sex?  ’
‘  all very effective for– for murder.  ’
‘  they stabbed him so hard that the knife bent.  ’
‘  you would think that there’d be at least one witness.  ’
‘  you see someone running through the forrest covered in blood, you’re probably not gonna bat an eye.  ’
‘  that’s not how the forrest works.  ’
‘  excuse me, sir. why are you covered in blood?  ’
‘  i’m glad to know that you would be the worst crime scene witness of all time.  ’
‘  oh, you were phrasing it in a dramatic way.  ’
‘  what is it about killers– that they want to be caught so badly… or like they want to get as close to being caught without being caught?  ’
‘  i can’t put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  i can put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  some of them must be friends, others would like to plunge knives into each other.  ’
‘  i can imagine one friend of yours murdering you.  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure there was a coverup by the police department.  ’
‘  70′s and 80′s police were always just like, ‘oh, you murdered someone? you got forty bucks?’  ’
‘  great! what else do you want?! i murdered people for you! and now… what?  ’
‘  oh, so i’m the psycho cause i murdered for you!?  ’
‘  what, the police were just writing fan fiction?  ’
‘  this is just baffling to me.  ’
‘  i guess that’s their job, but can you imagine how much goddamn paperwork is involved in that? so much!  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure we’re being watched, so i kind of wanna leave, to be honest.  ’
‘  i’ve had enough of this place and i haven’t even been here that long. i hate this place.  ’
‘  this boogeyman is very thorough.  ’
‘  i guess we’re lucky he got lazy.  ’
‘  the greatest safety precautions of our time are written in blood.  ’
‘  i think they’re tired of this ongoing saga that never ends.  ’
‘  you know, i actually disagree with that last sentiment.  ’
‘  this is like straight-up end of days shit going on.  ’
‘  this could’ve been the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, in my mind.  ’
‘  i’ve daydreamed about having an amazing bunker that has satellite tv.   ’
‘  ‘bad advil’ sounds like a shitty indie band.  ’
‘  the wild west was the 80′s.  ’
‘  in the 80′s you could walk in a store, pocket a soda, punch a guy in the face, and then be like ‘see ya later. fuck you!’ cops wouldn’t get to your door for weeks.  ’
‘  he had books that were just titled ‘how to crime’? if he had a book called ‘how to crime’ then there’s your guy.  ’
‘  oh, yeah… nah, i’m good. eh, bit of a reach.  ’
‘  some old lady in florida bought the unabomber’s typewriter?  ’
‘  maybe this guy was really in the dog house and was just desperate for any kind of turn of affection from her so he thought, ‘i know that i’ll do! i’ll write the fbi!’  ’
‘  no, i didn’t– what, is there anything to suggest that i would chase my mom with an axe?  ’
‘  i think you wear a mask sometimes.  ’
‘  maybe you should keep digging and see what happens.  ’
‘  these are two messed up weirdos who have found each other and it’s almost a shockingly beautiful love story.  ’
‘  i don’t get it. i just wanna talk about my work and everyone just keeps seeming to bring up all my past of all the shitty stuff i’ve done.  ’
‘  ugh, this guy’s gross.  ’
‘  it must’ve been fun to be a criminal in the 80′s.  ’
‘  everything before the 80′s – just lawless.  ’
‘  get your sunglasses ready because this one is packed full of bright stars.  ’
‘  i’m good to go. i’m always ready, baby!  ’
‘  it came true so she was actually warranted in all these fears.  ’
‘  this would be like if you were eaten by a shark.  ’
‘  i thought for a second we were talking about things that are actually scary.  ’
‘  i’m gonna let this slide because i know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.  ’
‘  does that man have a magical penis or something?  ’
‘  you think the only reason someone would go back to someone is because they have a magical penis?  ’
‘  i feel like divorce is probably a lot of work.  ’
‘  do you not know how love works?  ’
‘  maybe i don’t know how love works.  ’
‘  i have a hard time imagining someone going gaga over christopher walken.  ’
‘  i bet when you get in a room with christopher walken, he commands the space.  ’
‘  i brought some cocktail weenies.  ’
‘  one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin.  ’
‘  that’s the dumbest fear i’ve ever heard in my life.  ’
‘  how many situations can you be in that would put you up to that potential danger?  ’
‘  how many parties are you going to where heroin’s involved? it seems like a lot.  ’
‘  it’s the fear that someone would come up to me on the street and put heroin in me and then i’m hooked forever.  ’
‘  here’s what must’ve happened… these forty things, in succession.  ’
‘  what are you trying to do, fuck my wife?  ’
‘  why would he make this up?  ’
‘  he– he was just trying to fuck someones wife.  ’
‘  i can’t imagine murdering someone even when drunk.  ’
‘  when you drink you can imagine murdering someone?!  ’
‘  i ate a pumpkin once when i was drunk… i just took a bite out of a pumpkin.  ’
‘  that’s a rational fear!  ’
‘  that is not a rational fear!  ’
‘  these are the musings of a paranoid man.  ’

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


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.



“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!” 


“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?”


“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

Night in the Woods Starters:
  • “I walked until I got arrested.”
  • “I will unlock your ass.”
  • “[NAME], bite my entire ass!”
  • “You look like crap.”
  • “Hooray for alcohol.”
  • “Stop kicking before you break your femur or something.”
  • “I used to have dreams about this thing. Sex dreams.”
  • “You up for some crimes?”
  • “Are you like, a Firefly Whisperer or something?”
  • “Zero self-confidence, huh?”
  • “Sorry for what I said.”
  • “Cold medicine makes me woozy.”
  • “It’s a fantastic ass, right?”
  • “Is there some kind of bug going around that makes people talk like fortune cookies?”
  • “You gave up the thing that I can’t have.”
  • “You are too dreamy.”
  • “Oh god, what is that smell?”
  • “I’m gonna get in shape and kick all asses.”
  • “I guess drinking beer is just one of those horrible things adults do like taxes and having babies.”
  • “Shut up already.”
  • “I was just saying you look like crap because I love you.”
  • “Let’s poke it with a stick.”
  • “Don’t taser me or anything.”
  • “Well, that was really interesting, but I need to go listen to my cells die.”
  • “Ew babies.”
  • “I could have been wearing my underwear.”
  • “Don’t wear pants on my accord.”
  • “Too bad you didn’t catch a flesh eating disease.”
  • “FBI, FREEZE!”
  • “Too bad you didn’t die at college.”
  • “Through the woods is my bed and my negligent parents.”
  • “I don’t think I have the upper body strength to climb this.”
  • “No one’s forgotten who you are and what you did, you know.”
  • “Your mouth tastes like broken dreams.”
  • “He’s/she’s like something out of a children’s book.”
  • “You always have a choice.”
  • “I may have dropped out of college, but you’re eating out of a trash can.”
  • “Because you’re my friend, you asshole.”
  • “I think I cried nonstop until I was like, nine.”
  • “Your body is like, ‘uh, whoa, I almost died’.”
  • “I was completely alone in the pantry.”
  • “At the end of everything, hold on to anything.”
  • “Thou art a rude and naughty boy/girl.”
  • “If anyone’s gonna ruin your night, [NAME], it should be you.”
  • “Do you think we’d still be friends if we weren’t like, stuck together in the same town?”
  • “Don’t poke dead body parts with sticks.”
  • “Stress does weird things to people.”
  • “Don’t panic, but we’re maybe gonna all die soon.”
  • “Our mothers/fathers told us not to talk to you.”
  • “Hey, teens.”
  • “Come on, let’s go steal from my boss.”
  • “I’m [NAME], and this is [NAME]. She’s/he’s a crazy person.”
  • “Everything sucks forever.”
  • “You shouldn’t insult people larger than you.”
  • “Things were so scary and cool back then.”
  • “Hey, you interested in a coffin?”
  • “I got nightmare eyes.”
  • “Something broke inside my head.”
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. ❜
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?

Douchebag Part Two (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

My Masterlist 

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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.”


“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.


“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.”  


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.”



“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.


“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.


Originally posted by lovingluke

A/N: This is so raunchy like raunchy to the point that it should have more warnings…

Warning: Contains Sexual Content. View At Your Own Risk!!!

     The smell that emitted off of Luke had your senses on high. You loved the smell Luke came home with after a full day of work. It was the same smell that followed Luke home when he had just finished working out. It made you want to climb on him and possibly suck the soul out his body. The minute he came home you had jumped on him. Initiating an intense makeout and marking his skin to your liking. This had gone on for weeks and each time Luke came close to actually getting your clothes off and fucking you until your mind went numb you’d pull away. The constant teasing had angered Luke to a point where he decided to play you at your own game. Luke’s version of teasing was of course tortuous. He was already dominate in bed but when it came to punishing you Luke became a whole different person.

You were stark naked, hands tied behind your back, and nipple clamps clung to your breasts. Your chest heaved up and down in exhilaration and your eyes were watered with tears as the pain subsided. Luke’s hand ran over your ass trying to smooth away the pain. His hand cold against your now hot skin. You swallowed hard and your eyes squeezed shut in pain went Luke sent another harsh slap to your ass. Another yelp left your lips and you let out a small moan “Fifty,” the number left your lips in a staggered breath and you were beginning to see stars. Luke licked at his bottom lip and his hand slipped between your legs. A grin made its way onto his face at how soaked you were. Your juices slipped down your thigh and coated Luke’s fingers. Your clit throbbed when his fingertips brushed over it and your body shook.

“I don’t think you’ve had enough,” Luke said, grasping one of your still burning ass cheeks and squeezing it. You winced in pain and whimpered as Luke continued to squeeze at the cheeks. “Get up,” he said in a deep voice, yanking at your tied hands to lift you up. Luke let out a sigh of relief when you sat up, relieving the pressure you had placed on his cock. You stood up and legs wobbling beneath you as you turned to face Luke. Luke unzipped his pants and began to pull them down until he was just in his boxers. You quietly stood in your spot, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stared at Luke innocently. “Oh no that’s not going to work now,” Luke said, beckoning you over. “You’re the one that did this. You do the crime you pay the time now get on your knees,” he demanded. You did as you were told and carefully sunk down to your knees. Luke walked up to you and his hand reached out to rub at your hair. “Do you know what I want?” Luke questioned, you nodded your head and Luke smirked. “You can talk,” he said.

“Yes, Mister,” you answered, slowly catching your breath. Your mouth watered at the thought and having his cock in your mouth was something you had been longing for. 

“I want to hear you say it,” Luke mumbled, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Your mouth parted and he slipped his thumb between your lips. Luke gaze was dark and a smirk was on his lips as you sucked on his thumb. Tongue sliding along the side like you’d do as if you were sucking him off. You moaned against his thumb and Luke pulled his finger from your mouth. “What do I want you to do?” Luke asked.

“You want me suck your cock, Mister,” you replied. Luke tsked at your words and shook his head. 

“I don’t just want you to suck,” he said, grabbing at your cheeks and making your lips pucker. Luke stared at your darkly a fire burning in his eyes. “I want you to deep throat me…to choke on my cock until your crying and about ready to pass out.” You swallowed hard at his words and his hold on your face loosened. “Do you think you can do that for me?” he softly asked though you knew you didn’t have a choice. You had angered Luke to a point where his thoughts of having you his way couldn’t be changed. Whether he asked you or not you were going to do exactly as he said.

“Yes, Mister I can do that,” you whispered. Luke grinned as stood up straight. You moved closer to Luke and leaned forward your lips kissing at his clothed cock. Luke closed his eyes at the action and you smiled to yourself. You kissed at his skin and then took the hem of his boxer briefs into your mouth. Slowly you pulled them down until his cock was visible and in your face. Luke stepped out of his underwear and then sat down at the edge of the bed. 

“Get to work, Peaches,” he said. Your hands were still tied behind your back and with how tight the strip tie was you knew it was going to leave marks. You bent down, tongue coming out to lick at his cock. It stood erect and a low grunt left Luke’s lips as you continued to lick his cock as if it was a popcicle. You sucked at the head of his cock tongue poking out to lick at his slit and tasting his precum. You pulled away from him and blew cool air onto the head of his cock. “Fuck what did I say about teasing do you want more spanks?” Luke moaned, raising his hips up so push his cock in your face. You shook your head fast, your ass still burning from the fifty slaps Luke had given you before. You hollowed your mouth and took him down your throat. Luke wanted you to deep throat him, so that was exactly what you were about to do. Your head began to bob up and down at a steady pace and a series of moans left Luke’s lips. Your tongue stuck out to rest under his cock as you sucked some more. You came up for air and dipped your head low to fondle with Luke’s balls. Luke sat up on his elbows to watch you. Your head came back up and you took him in your mouth once again keeping eye contact the whole time. “I thought I told you to choke on my cock,” Luke hissed, bucking his hips up and making your gag at the action. You quickly pulled up and coughed for a second before sucking in some air. He looked down at you with raised eyebrows and you quickly nodded. 

“M’sorry, Mister I’ll do as you say,” you whimpered once he roughly grabbed at your hair. Luke nodded for you to continue and you began to take him down your throat once again. This time Luke took control bucking his hips up so that he was fucking your mouth. You moaned around his cock and breathed through your nose to steady your breath. Luke pushed your head far down and you gagged a bit. 

“Take it all the way,” he growled, repeating the action until the tip of your nose hit against Luke’s pubic bones. He held your head down and was muttering dirty nothings in your ear. Luke’s grip on your head loosened to allow you to pull up for a bit of air. Once you had gotten just a smidge of breath he had his cock down your throat again. Luke kept repeating the action and when your head lifted again he moaned at the sight; your lips were swollen in a pout, saliva mixing in with his precum and a string of it following along as you lifted up. “Fuck that’s it, Peaches you’re taking my cock so well,” Luke praised as you took him down your throat again. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and Luke kept on fucking your mouth until you were crying. It was getting harder for you to breath and your eyelids fluttered and just as you were about to lose your breath Luke came. Loud moans left his lips and you began to suck him dry and swallowed up his load. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” Luke breathlessly said, resting back into the mattress. His arm came up to rest over face and Luke sucked in a few deep breaths until he had wind down from the high. You were still on your knees going quiet and watching Luke intently. You knew not to move especially since you weren’t sure if Luke was still in a punishing mood or not. “Get up here,” Luke demanded.

You stood up as best as you could with your hands still being tied up and climbed onto the bed. Luke looked over to you with hooded eyes and his hand reached out to rest on your thigh. His fingers trailed up your body to take the nipple clamps off and you let out a sigh of relief as the pain went away. You were soaked and your body ached at the thought of having him fill you up. Luke’s hand slid back down your body then went between your legs and his thumb pressed against your clit. You sucked in a deep breath and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as Luke softly rubbed at your clit. “Mister please,” you whined, feeling Luke slide a finger into your heat. He added in another finger and began to thrust them into you. 

“Come sit on my face,” Luke said in a low voice, curling his fingers up and making a loud moan leave your lips. He pulled away from your core and reached behind you to take off the strip ties. You began to rub at your wrists and Luke let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be so smug,” Luke said, grabbing at your hands to tie them in front of you this time. “I don’t need you falling without being able to catch yourself,” he said, putting them on tighter this time. You let out a huff and began to move until you were hovering over Luke’s face. Luke licked at his lips and you held onto the headboard as best as you could with tied hands. His hands immediately circled around your thighs and pulled you down closer to his face. Luke moaned at the aroma of your juices and lifted his head to take a long lick between your folds. You gasped at the feeling and your eyes closed in pleasure as Luke took another lick. After teasing you for a while Luke got to work and began to suck at your clit. The sounds of him slurping at your juices echoed in your ears and you began to rock your hips starting to ride Luke’s tongue. You wanted more than just his tongue and with your hands tied up you couldn’t touch him the way you wanted to. 

“Mhm that feels so good, Mister,” you hummed, your grip on the headboard tightening as Luke inched his fingers back into your heat. Luke mumble something against your core the vibrations of his words being sent to your clit. Luke’s other hand reached up to slap at your ass and you whined in pleasure beginning to ride his fingers. Luke smiled at the action and he nibbled at your clit twice before sending two kitty licks up your folds. Luke was teasing you. giving you a taste of your own medicine for the long week of teasing him. It was torture and each time Luke’s tongue lapped at your folds teasingly your knees went weak. He began to thrust his fingers up into you. The digits twisting and turning as his fingertips brushed at your g-spot. Already you could feel your release approaching. Combined with the adrenaline of Luke spanking you and now him fingering and eating you out, it made you in bliss. You began to clench around Luke’s fingers and he pulled away before your orgasm could come. “LUKE!” you whined in frustrations being harshly pulled down from above him. You let out a small yelp and Luke slapped the inside of your thigh close to your clit. 

“What did you call me?” Luke questioned through gritted teeth. He slowly rubbed at your clit and dipped his head down to mark the skin between your earlobe. 

“L-Luke,” you hesitantly repeated, feeling heat flush at your chest as he continued to pleasure you.

“That’s what I thought. What did I tell you to call me?” he asked, hands pulling away from your core. You frowned at the action and gripped at Luke’s wrists. He stopped in action and stared at you darkly. “Let go or you’ll be punished even more,” the words came out in a low voice. So low that it sent a chill down your spine and made a flood of wetness rush towards your core. When your hand didn’t remove Luke tsked and then tore away from your grip. “I don’t want you cumming until I say so got it? And since you decided to disobey me-” Luke climbed off the bed then left out the room. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you patiently waited for his return. Your tied hands slid between your legs as best as it could and you began to pleasure yourself as Luke did whatever it was that he was doing. Your head fell back into the pillows as you rubbed at your clit small hums leaving your lips at the pleasure. You knew if Luke had caught you you’d been in trouble, but he had been denying you so you were taking matters into your own hands. Unbeknownst to you Luke had gotten back. He watched with a fire in his eyes as you were playing with yourself. His hands clenching in frustration at the sight. It two long strides Luke had made his way to you. His large hand circled around your ankle and he dragged you to the edge of the bed. “Who said you could touch yourself?” Luke growled, sending a hard pinch to one of your nipples. You whined in both pain and pleasure eyes shooting open to stare at Luke. He pulled you up by the hand ties and to your dismay Luke took them off to tie your hands behind your back once more. Even tighter to the point where they couldn’t move this time. 

“No one, Mister. I’m sorry,” you replied voice wavering. Luke nodded at your words the expression on his face unreadable. Your eyes trailed down his body and landed on his once again hard cock. You knew Luke wanted you just as much as you wanted him. “Do you want me to suck your cock again, Mister?” you innocently asked. A moan slipped passed his lips and Luke’s eyes closed as he tried to focus on not blowing a load right there, He was going to punish you again, but seeing you pleasure yourself made Luke wanted to be balls deep inside of you.

“Face down ass up, Peaches,” he demanded, the tight grip on your ankle releasing as he went to grab the lube from the closet. Luke knew he really didn’t need the lube. You were soaking wet and your juices were already coating your thighs and staining the sheets. The lube was going to add something extra and he knew the feeling would burn once he spanked you again. You slowly turned over onto your side then onto your stomach. It took a lot of strength to lift you hips up with your hands being tied behind your back. You were rested at the edge of the bed and soon felt the coolness of the lube being poured onto your ass. The liquid spilled down between your folds and you wiggled your ass in anticipation. Luke ran the head of his cock between your folds to tease you both. Instead of feeling him enter you like you had expected Luke sent a hard slap to your ass. You gasped in surprise and while you were distracted he swiftly entered you without warning. 

“Oh f-fuck,” you sputtered out a cry of pain leaving your lips as he slid deeper inside of you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on him being inside of you. The pain soon subsided and Luke began with a fast pace. It was almost like he was chasing for his orgasm the sounds of both your slick skins hitting against one one another echoing about the room. Luke was grunting like crazy his moans motivating you. You began to move back into him and felt Luke pour on more lube. Your moans were loud as Luke pounded hard into you his hand reached out to grab at your tied wrists and he pulled you up. Your back arched as you came up Luke’s cock beginning to reach a different angle at the action. 

“You like that?” Luke questioned earning a moan from you. “Mhm? Can anyone else fuck you like this?” he spanked you once again and you let out a tiny scream.

“Yes-no one fucks me like you do Mister,” you purred, head turning to the side to capture Luke’s lips with yours. You missed the taste of his lips and throughout this whole time he hasn’t kissed you once. Luke’s pace slowed to allow you to feel every inch of his cock as he kissed you. Teeth clashing together in a heated kiss, tongues massaging one another. The kiss broke and Luke softly pushed you back down into the pillows. His hips snapped against yours and your thighs quivered as you felt your release approaching. You still hadn’t come from before and from what it seemed Luke wasn’t going to allow you to orgasm just yet. His cock pulling out of you and slipping up and down your folds in a teasing manner. “Mister please,” you whined feeling your walls clench. You felt empty without Luke filling you up and you knew he was stalling. 

“Please what?” Luke said, hand going down to rub at your clit. Your torso fell onto the bed at the pleasure and you shook your head violently. You knew what Luke was doing and you despised him for it. You knew you couldn’t hold out much longer and if he kept playing with you the way that he was you were going to explode. You felt the strip ties come off and you moaned at the relief of no longer feeling pain. Your hands rested on the side of you near your head and your chest rose at a fast pace. “Please what?” Luke repeated, grabbing your ass cheeks and beginning to play with them. 

“Please let me come,” you whispered, lifting up on wobbly arms and pushing back into Luke’s cock. His hands flew to your hips and he gripped it tightly. Luke smirked in response and you turned over to look at him. Eyes wide and a pout on your lips. He climbed onto the bed and lined his cock up with your entrance before slowly sinking in. This time Luke’s strokes were longer this time more agile as he went in deep. Your legs circled around his waist to draw him in closer his pubic bone hitting against your clit in time with his thrusts. Your nails scratched down his back and Luke moaned into the crook of your neck as he rolled his hips into you. You were so close clenching uncontrollably around his cock and seeing stars. One of your hands reached down to rub at your clit. “Let for me baby. Scream my name until your lose your voice,” Luke whispered in your ear, sucking love bites into your skin. Luke gave you a sharp thrust and you came undone beneath him shouting his name at the top of your lungs like he had asked. 

“Fuck it’s yours, Luke!” you screamed, body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

“That’s right, Peaches this pussy belongs to me.” Luke kept muttering dirty words in your ear riding out your high. A few strokes later Luke let out a low moan and hunched over spilling his seed into you. You moaned at the feeling head drifting from side to side as you began to wind down from the orgasm. Luke pulled out and you moaned at the loss of not having him fill you up. Your orgasm was mind blowing and you felt your body mold into the mattress as the weight of your limbs turned into jelly. The bed shifted and you soon heard the sound of water running. Seconds later Luke came back with a wash cloth. His actions were delicate and careful this time as he touched you. Pulling your legs apart with care and cleaning you up. Even when Luke was being dominant in bed to the point where he was almost animal like he never failed to make sure you were okay. His sweet side coming through once more and taking care of you until you were as comfortable as possible. You loved to be submissive for Luke. Being in charge all day everyday at work was tiring and being dominated for once was pleasurable. You loved the fear it provided but at the same time you knew Luke wasn’t going to hurt you. Even through it all he would protect you.  

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.
“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.

Double Take | Part 2 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: After Peter realizes that he likes the reader, Ned tells him that the only way for him to start acting normal around her again is for him to tell her. This is proven to be difficult because Peter being, well Peter, is unable to muster up the courage to do so. Instead, the reader’s friendly neighborhood Spiderman pays her a visit.

Author’s Note: So I was lying earlier when I said that part 2 would be the last part. I’m notoriously bad at wrapping up stories though so this shouldn’t be surprising to me really. Anyways I’d like to give a special thanks to @lunastarwatcher​ for bouncing ideas with me and as always I hope you enjoy this fic.

Word Count: 2263

Part 1| Part 3

“So (Y/N),” Ned drawled out as he sat down across from his friends at their lunch table. “Peter tells me that there’s a boy you’re trying to impress.”

(Y/N) put her water bottle down and looked at Peter, who was sitting to the right of Ned. “And you wonder why I refused to tell you his name,” she said with a smug smile.

“That among other reasons,” Michelle mumbled under her breath, but not quiet enough that (Y/N) couldn’t hear her.

“Michelle,” (Y/N) said in a warning tone.

She waved her hand dismissively. “Yea, Yea, I’m not going to say anything.”

Peter looked at Michelle with a raised eyebrow “Wait, you know who he is?” She nodded absentmindedly, turning the page of her book. “You told her and not me?” Peter asked (Y/N) shocked.

(Y/N) snorted. “Are you really surprised Pete? I already told you that you can’t keep a secret so…”

“I too can keep a secret,” Peter retorted in a small voice, not looking (Y/N) in the eye.

Ned raised his hand and patted Peter on the back. “I can vouch for him (Nickname). He can keep secrets. You’d be surprised.”

Peter sat up straight and looked over at Ned with a smile. “That’s literally exactly what I said,” he said, raising his hand enthusiastically for a high-five.

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of huntresses and men [1]

1: Strucker’s Roadhouse

Summary: Hunters weren’t the best kind of company to be in most of the time. || supernatural au || bucky barnes x reader, ft. steve 

Warnings: barnes doesn’t have a filter, smol!steeb, language, i think that’s it for now

Notes: Kudos to the amazing @retroasgardian for looking over my shitty writing. I hope you guys enjoy this! And yes, there is a reason that Steve is tiny lmao. Length of this chapter is a little over 1200 words. This fic is gonna be a sloooooow burn between Buck and the reader. Feedback is greatly appreciated! If you’d like to be removed/added to the tag list, let me know!!


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Chronology of the Police Case So Far (Updated According to Chapter 28!) -currently not all proven-

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. 
  • The police find Min Jieun’s body in the mountain regions of Honam and mistake the body for the body of the daughter of the pharmaceutical company. 
  • Yang Seungbae, upon hearing this, talks to someone from his old police team who is doing the autopsy for the body and can only confirm that the legs of the victim were harmed much like he realised how Yoon Bum’s was (since he was crawling on the floor when he saw him). His friend says that the daughter’s funeral was held right away because of decomposition and asks Seungbae to stay out of the case.
  • Yang Seungbae visits the place he sees Oh Sangwoo go in and out a lot, assuming it’s the place he works at. He takes his glasses off and puts his hair up as a disguise. 
  • Yang Seungbae corners Yoon Bum in the staff bathroom and confronts him. He looks at his legs to confirm the injury and thus confirming he has the right person. 
  • Yang Seungbae reveals that he also thinks the body in the mountain is of the CEO of the pharmaceutical company and points out the similarity of her injury to his.
  • Oh Sangwoo walks in and takes Yoon Bum out of the bathroom, he doesn’t see Yang Seungbae because of the fact that he hid between the stall and the door. 
  • Yang Seungbea reveals he has done similar things before. Assuming he means disguising for detective work and following a suspect.
Hozier sentence starters
  • "My lover's got humour."
  • "I should've worshipped her sooner."
  • "We were born sick."
  • "The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you."
  • "I was born sick, but I love it."
  • "I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife."
  • "Good God, let me give you my life."
  • "There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin."
  • "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."
  • "No other version of me I would rather be tonight."
  • "She found me just in time."
  • "God, I never felt young."
  • "She's gonna save me."
  • "We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues."
  • "Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime."
  • "We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us."
  • "You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you."
  • "Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way."
  • "I fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new."
  • "I guess any thrill will do."
  • "Would things be easier if there was a right way?"
  • "Honey, there is no right way."
  • "My heart's already sinned."
  • "Never feel too good in crowds."
  • "All I've ever done is hide."
  • "Honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life."
  • "You don't know what hell you put me through."
  • "It feels good to be alone with you."
  • "I know that you hate this place, not a trace of me would argue."
  • "Honey, we should run away, oh someday."
  • "Babe, there's something tragic about you."
  • "Something so magic about you."
  • "Babe, there's something lonesome about you."
  • "Something so wholesome about you."
  • "Get closer to me."
  • "Innocence died screaming, ask me I should know."
  • "There's something wretched about this."
  • "Something so precious about this."
  • "There's something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this."
  • "We'll lay here for years or for hours."
  • "I'd be home with you."
  • "Any way to distract and sedate."
  • "Free and young and we can feel none of it."
  • "Something isn't right, babe."
  • "We should quit but we love it too much."
  • "Come and save me from it."
  • "I'm so full of love I could barely eat."
  • "My baby's sweet as can be, she'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me."
  • "I'll crawl home to her."
  • "I swear I thought I dreamed her."
  • "She never asked me once about the wrong I did."
  • "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her."
  • "I will not ask you where you came from."
  • "I will not ask and neither should you."
  • "Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do."
  • "In some sad way, I already know."
  • "I should not ask and neither should you."
  • "Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips."
  • "We should just kiss like real people do."
  • "You know better, babe."
  • "I know who I am when I'm alone; I'm something else when I see you."
  • "Don't let me in with with no intention to keep me."
  • "I will come back."
  • "I'll find my way back to you."
  • "Always a well dressed fraud."
  • "She feels no safety in my arms."
  • "Her eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns."
  • "She tells me I'm hers and she is mine."
  • "It's a crime that she's not around most of the time."
  • "Her fight and fury is fiery."
  • "It's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time."
  • "I need you to run to me, run to me, lover."
  • "All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach."
  • "Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash."
  • "You've done me wrong for a long, long time."
  • "After all you've done, I never changed my mind."
  • "Please try to love me."
  • "My love will never die."

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


  • 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!”


  • 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.


  • 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.


  • 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)


  • 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.


  • 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.


  • 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.
Who Are You?

Summary : The first letter you receive from Happiness Delight simply demands you to respond, and knowing full well you shouldn’t, you write one back. 

Word count : 5.6k

Genre: Fluff / Angst 

You stumbled up the stairs with your hands braced against Molls shoulder for dear life. The puddles your heels had had the unfortunate fate of meeting were lit by the orange glow of the street lamps, but still, you stepped into another. Molls nearly slipped on the cobblestone, but your hands were quickly at her waist.

“Shit, how are we gonna get inside!” she said. “Fucking wet stone. Who thought of this?”

Your hand aimed to place a finger at your lips, but the digit ended up somewhere along your cheek. “The neighbours!”

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Facts* About Alanna/George
  • For some reason I fully believe George is slightly anal-retentive about his stuff. Like I just had a mental image of George’s room at the Dancing Dove being immaculately clean, and all of his goods, both stolen and legally owned, being organized in a precise and specific way. I’m not saying shrink wrapped or on display in a collector’s cabinet with special lighting, just normal stuff, but it’s very neat and there’s a system. It irritates George when people move his stuff around, and his friends did a lot of eye rolling as he yelled things like “These books have specific spots on the bookshelf, for the love of Mithros you can’t just jam them back in wherever!” at them.
  • Alanna, on the other hand, is a bit of a slob. Her whole life she’s grown up with servants, and also her bio dad, brother, and adopted dad were all absent-minded professor types who surely left/leave books, papers, and supplies out haphazardly all over their respective offices. Page training forced Alanna to be much more organized, and of course she takes very good care of her armor and weapons, but when it comes to her everyday belongings she’s still a bit haphazard. When she first moved into the Swoop, George and Alanna sometimes argued about how exactly their shared room should look, but now they mostly have an equilibrium. Alanna is careful with George’s belongings and puts them back exactly. George refrains from comment about the stack of papers and books on her bedside table, or the fact that her trunk has a small layer of debris lining the bottom because she never fully cleans it after a trip. Occasionally when Alanna is teasing George and feeling petty she might move something, or even hide it, but these days its (mostly) all in good fun. When they first moved in together, knowing how George was and also having intimate knowledge of Alanna’s room as a squire, Jon was very amused by this dynamic and made it a point to ask them both how the transition was going a lot, struggling to keep a straight face.
  • Despite what it may seem, Alanna really is ok with the fact that Aly is so close with George. When Aly became a teenager it was a more purposeful rejection of Alanna, and that hurt. But Alanna loved seeing little Aly love her Da so much, and her Da loving her back. Alanna didn’t have a good relationship with her father, so watching Aly and George bond felt like therapy sometimes. During the few times when Alanna was home and George was gone, Alanna would hear a knock at her door late at night, and Aly would come shuffling in, saying “I miss Da. I wish Da was home,” and Alanna would hold her close under the warm blankets and whisper back, “Me too, little one”. It made Alanna feel like she had picked right, that even during times she was angry with George, or uncertain about her life, at the base she had at least picked the right man to be the father to her children. Alanna was at least happy that she had succeeded at giving her daughter something Alanna had never had.
  • George definitely took the lead on the day-to-day bits of parenting, and was the more full time parent, but there were some things Alanna had a better grip on than George. I imagine that outside of his forays into crime, George was actually a pretty well behaved child. I would bet that Eleni needed to be working a lot of the time to keep them afloat and that while she was working George was expected to be quiet and keep to himself. Whereas Alanna and Thom, protected by being nobles, obviously spent their childhoods getting into trouble. I feel like there had to be many times when Aly and Alan did something completely outrageous and Alanna had to reassure George that they weren’t budding sociopaths. “Oh please, Thom and I used to light things on fire all the time! It’s normal, just send Aly and Alan to their room. Oh, be sure to take the flint and steel away before you do though”.
  • George is obsessed with books. Books were absolutely a luxury in medieval times, and being able to read and write was a huge status symbol, which is why Eleni notes that people thought “[Eleni] thought [herself] better than they were, because [she] kept her home and [her] child as clean as may be and taught him his letters” (Terrier, pg. 2). Eleni taught George to read, but I can’t imagine they had many books, and if they had any they were probably tomes about healing, not fun reads. I have to think, someone as smart and interested in the world as George is, he must have thirsted for books. I think that when he got into thievery he either stole books as well, or used the money he got to buy them right away. Other thieves probably teased him about it, but George paid them no heed. As an adult he takes great satisfaction in his library, growing it constantly. As a parent nothing pleases him more than giving his children books. George doesn’t want his kids to grow up soft and spoiled like other nobles, he tries very hard to teach them the difference between “want” and “need”, to teach them the value of hard work, to teach them gratitude. But when it comes to putting books in their hands all that goes out the window and he indulges them endlessly. He even makes them their own stories and books, like Aly’s Guide for a Young Spy. Studies in general, George was willing to spare no expense to ensure his children got the best tutors in almost every subject. He is intensely proud of Thom for how well he’s doing at university, and Alan’s reports home saying his schoolwork is more than satisfactory.
  • Speaking of Thom, that was a rough transition for George. George doesn’t have magic, and had basically no formal education. At some point in his education, Thom will definitely far surpass what George can comprehend. When his wife talks magic with Numair past what George understands, he feels only pride and love for her before he turns his attention elsewhere. When Thom does it, George starts to feel like he’s losing him. Thom used to think George knew everything, and now his father can barely understand a word when Thom talks about his classes. For a little bit George has no idea what to do, he never wants Thom to feel badly about succeeding, but George starts to dread talking to Thom about school (although he’s still immensely proud of his son’s accomplishments). George tries to swallow the feeling, but he can’t. He starts trying to teach himself magical theory from his wife’s books, although he can hardly make head nor tail of it, which only makes the feeling worse. One day Alanna catches him trying to teach himself, and although George tries to lie she persists in asking him, “What are you doing?” and he finally confesses his fears about never being able to hold a real conversation with his son again. After comforting him, Alanna promises to help. She starts bridging conversations, taking a long complicated thing that Thom has said and replying, “So you’re practicing two types of basic transmutation magic for the next few weeks, then moving on to a more advanced theory?” and George starts to feel like he can follow along again. Also, as time goes on and the experience isn’t so fresh and new, Thom wants breaks from school when he talks to his family. He seeks his father out for advice on everything from friends, to living in Corus. Every time Thom finds him alone and says sheepishly, “Hey Da, can I ask you something?” George feels more foolish for his fears of irrelevancy.

*ok, these are headcanons, not facts. But these started coming to me and they felt right, but I wanna discuss/debate them with people in order to fully flesh them out. Please feel free to agree or disagree with me and then tell me about it.


Fandom: Marvel

Summary: For the contest, based on: “Imagine returning to Peter’s apartment after a date, only to find your dad, Tony, waiting for you.” by @thefandomimagine

Word count: 1,637


Originally posted by sexy-stan

“Trust me, my aunt’s cake is almost as bad as that was,” Peter exclaimed mockingly, while the two of you exited the Chinese restaurant of Peter’s choice.

Both of you enjoyed fast food, whether it was Chinese, Mexican, or something else, so it wasn’t anything strange for you to just choose a random restaurant for your date. You decided to check on every one of them in the quarter Peter lived in, and it resulted in a variety of unusual experiences. You were certain you would never again step foot in the one you just left. The strange taste their food left on your tongue was enough of a warning. Who knows what they would bring you next time?

“But that was just a simple chicken! I wonder what they would do if we ordered something more complicated,” you shivered in terror at the mere thought of that disaster-to-be.

“I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t survive that. Or at least you,” he laughed at your expression.

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Ask the boy he has a huge crush on to be his fake boyfriend for the sake of proving a point (even if Lance thinks he’s going to say no, because apparently he might actually say yes!)

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‘What?’ Keith squawks.

‘Us.’ Lance gestures between the two of them. ‘Klance.’

‘Oh my God, Lance, please stop.’