that is just one section of my room

“So, where’s your LGBT fiction?”

It’s no big secret that a large portion of the LGBT fiction market is online. Many books aren’t even available in print, which I know frustrates some readers (and authors!) who would like to find books in bookstores, libraries, etc. And heck, some people just like paperbacks.

But they aren’t in bookstores. Not in significant numbers, anyway. Even as larger publishers branch out into LGBT, they’re sticking to ebooks.

After talking to publishers, agents, authors, and booksellers over the years, I’ve come to understand one of the primary reasons for this is, quite simply, that queer lit doesn’t sell in bookstores.

With that in mind, I went on a mission this week. I visited five bookstores around Seattle and Portland - Powell’s, Half Price Books, and Barnes & Noble - and I asked the same question: “Where would I find the LGBT fiction?”



This is the LGBT Fiction and Non-Fiction section at a Barnes & Noble. The entire section.

But you know what’s extra aggravating?

This is where I found it:

I mean, great. Glad it’s near LGBT & Gender Identity (Though it’s literally the bottom shelf. The top three are Native American and African American non-fiction, which apparently are part of Cultural Studies but don’t warrant a sign despite occupying ¾ of the space…? IDK.)

Signage weirdness notwithstanding, look what section I’m in. I mean, if you’re looking for LGBT Fiction, you’d expect to look…in the….fiction section, right?

No. It’s in the non-fiction section. This is the view of the fiction section from the LGBT section:

Those are Graphic Novels, followed by SFF, followed by Romance. So if you’re in the mood for Gay Romance, you’re not even in the right ZIP code if you start perusing the romance section.

And if I wander over to the fiction section and look toward the LGBT section…

That far wall? The shelf with the LGBT books is perpendicular to that.

See what I’m getting at? There are literally only three ways someone will find the LGBT fiction section at Barnes & Noble:

1. Ask. Which is fabulous for people who are closeted, kids who aren’t comfortable asking, and people who don’t even know the genre exists.

2. Stumble across it. Which you’re totally going to do if you’re looking for a novel because you’d absolutely wander out of the fiction section to find one.

3. Already know where it is.

Can’t imagine why LGBT fiction doesn’t sell.

At Powell’s, the situation wasn’t any better. Powell’s is enormous. It’s multi-level with color-coded rooms because it’s just….huge. I made a valiant attempt to find the LGBT Fiction on my own, but after a full hour of browsing, including scouring all the rooms containing fiction, I finally had to go ask.

There was a reason I couldn’t find it - it wasn’t in any of the rooms dominated by fiction.

It was in the room with all the history books, tucked back behind Military History. Because God knows that’s where I go looking when I want some LGBT fiction.

To their credit, Powell’s had an impressively large section, and it was decorated with a gigantic rainbow sign….but what good does that do anyone if they can’t find the section?

Finally, Half Price Books. Behold, the entire Gay & Lesbian Fiction section:

And yep, that’s the non-fiction section. The Gender Studies and Anthropology section. All the non-queer fiction was downstairs. Not even on the same floor.

So…you know…I think I might’ve figured out why LGBT Fiction “doesn’t sell very well in print,” and what a shock….it’s not because people don’t want to read it.

I Hate You (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx
Request: Yes!
What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know!
Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned)
Warnings: Swearing and Fluff

“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?”
“Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?”
“Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea”
You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with.
“Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in.
“I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest.
You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules.
“Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate”
“Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.”
You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s.
“She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”.
You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long.
“Queen of hearts daughter?”
“With Lonnie”
You rolled your eyes and sighed
“Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless”
“With Jay and Carlos”
“Leah Gothel?”
“Staying with Jane”
“Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?”
“She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”.
You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily.
“I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms”
“ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules”
You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret.
“Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up  "What did you say his name is again?“
“Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm.
‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.

You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door.
“This is going to end badly,” you said flatly.
‘You’ve already said that"
“Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”.
He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t.
“Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh! This is, well… Different”.
Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool.
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway.
He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other.
“I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?”
“GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm.
“Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”.
Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you.
“Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away.
“Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t.
“Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves”
“Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone.
“I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone”
“I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly.
“Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying.
“I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.”
You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook”
“Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess”
You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.

When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.

The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible.
“I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum.
You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion.
“Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet.
“Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands.
“You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!”
Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl.
“I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces”
“Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”.
You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed.
“You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed.
“Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep”
With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished.
“You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”

King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent  differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes.
“I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction.
He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about.
“I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you.
“Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him.
“They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour.
Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight.
“Now was that really necessary Princess?”
“I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot.
You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless.
“Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking.
“It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”

You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated.
“Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”.
The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway.
‘You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you.
“Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror.
He took a sip of his coffee.
“Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan.
“Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth.
“You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”        

“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields.
“What do you mean?”
“I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air
Ben gave you a stern look.
“Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!”
“That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles.
“See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him”
You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop
“Ben you don’t know anything”

You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other.
“Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly.
“Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into.
Then he looked at me.
“What the hell are ye holding?”
“Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.”
The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep.
“I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N.  I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin.
“Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis”
“Y/N! I’m allergic to cats”
“Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied.
Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place.
“Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is”
“I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…”
You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise.
“ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry”
You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.

*Short time skip to the end of the week*

“Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…”
“What have you done with him?”
You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance.
“Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating
“That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?”
Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving.
“I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…”
“I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at.
You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye.
“Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard”
“And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be.
You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up.
“Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent.
As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation.
“I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you.
Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head.
“Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it”
You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you.
“Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.

Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding.
“MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?”
“Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!”
“Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled.
“Did you jus…”
“MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence.
Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”
“Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent.
“Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his.
“Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow”  
“Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking.
'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“
At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself
“Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!”
From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success.
“We found him!” You giggled.
“I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with
You pouted.
“I love you” you said, barely above a whisper.
“If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…”
“I wasn’t talking about to the cat”
There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime
“Y/N, your lip’s bleeding”
“How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..”
He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating.
Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little.
“See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you”
“I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him.
“It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry.
He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
“What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously  "You forgot to pick up your prescription”
Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air.
“Daughter of Hercules”
“Son of Hook”
“I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles.
“Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?”
“Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”

How to Write a Resume LIKE A BOSS

So you’re ready to assume some responsibility and apply for your first job (or your fifth job or your fiftieth job) and you want some tips on writing a good resume, huh? Well, are you are in luck because 1) I’ve edited and proofed so many resumes I could probably write one for each of my friends without their input and 2) I’ve actually taken some classes on this shit. So, basing this primarily on comments I’ve made while correcting someone else’s resume (and while looking at my own for reference), here are my tips on writing a resume.

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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - 4 Koma


Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether the twins get along or not, in fact it’s usually both simultaneously. In which they’re babies, Yasha’s already a fledgling asshole, but Shura still wants to be with him…

(Featuring OC kids Yasha and Shura as infants)

*If the comics are hard to read, tap on the image first to bring it up in the Tumblr viewer, THEN right click view image for the unaltered slightly higher resolution.


IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS and timeline of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

A SUPER DETAILED world-building headcanons post on ABO+ in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.


Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.


PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

anonymous asked:

has ANYONE on this godforsaken thing we call internet done a full masterpost of all videos where phil wears his glasses? i need it for science

here are some:

51 things in my room!

Pocky! (sort of)

The Hunger Games (and gay shoe marriage)

I HAVE JET LAG! ;_; (sort of)

A Day in the Life of Dan and Phil in London!

My Body Sucks! (sort of)

I’M SORRY! (this one just has a really cool sunglasses section)


Tour Of My Brain | AmazingPhil

A Festive Day in the Life of Dan and Phil!


A Sleepless Night With Phil


THE CONTACT LENS INCIDENT (he pretends to have harry potter glasses for one second)

6 Things I Regret Buying!

Another Sleepless Night with Phil

A Day in the Life of Dan and Phil in AUSTRALIA!

A VERY Sleepless Night With Phil

My DNA Test Results

MINECART MANIA - Dan and Phil Play: Donkey Kong Country Tropical Freeze #2

DIL’S DREAM HOUSE - Dan and Phil Play: The Sims 4 #2

DIL’S FIRST DAY - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #3


DIL’S WORST ENEMY - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #4

DIL GETS FESTIVE - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #8

FOREST FIRE!!! - Phil plays Shelter FINAL EPISODE

DIL MEETS A GHOST - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #19




ASGORE ATTACKS!!! - Dan and Phil play: Undertale #9

(note these are only amazingphil and danandphilgames videos)

Jack, Boats, Water, and Flood imagery: Is Jack like Noah?

So there has been much meta about Cas and water, and 13x1 was chock full of things related to water. However, what I want to focus on is how hand in hand with the water references are the boat references.

The Book of Enoch and Noah and Jack

This is important to me due to this post I wrote about Jack. To summerise; there is an ancient Hebraic text called The Book of Enoch where this guy (Enoch) is shown this huge war between Michael’s angels and Lucifer’s fallen angels through these portals which appear. Enoch is told that this war is going on because all Lucifer’s angels created Nephilim and did other bad stuff and now the Nephilim and bad angels were ruining the planet. Enoch is told that this may occur on earth in the future. So at the end of this text Enoch’s son comes to him and says he has a new grandson who seems angelic and he fears the child might be a Nephilim and here is that passage;

‘And after some days my son Methuselah took a wife for his son Lamech, and she became pregnant by him and bore a son. And his body was white as snow and red as the blooming of a rose, and the hair of his head †and his long locks were white as wool, and his eyes beautiful. And when he opened his eyes, he lighted up the whole house like the sun, and the whole house was very bright. […] And his father Lamech was afraid of him and fled, and came to his father Methuselah. And he said unto him: ‘I have begotten a strange son, diverse from and unlike man, and resembling the sons of the God of heaven [i.e. angels]; and his nature is different and he is not like us, and his eyes are as the rays of the sun, and his countenance is glorious. And it seems to me that he is not sprung from me but from the angels, and I fear that in his days a wonder may be wrought on the earth. And now, my father, I am here to petition thee and implore thee that thou mayest go to Enoch, our father, and learn from him the truth, for his dwelling-place is amongst the angels. […] And I, Enoch, answered and said unto him: ‘The Lord will do a new thing on the earth, and this I have already seen in a vision, and make known to thee that in the generation of my father Jared some of the angels of heaven transgressed the word of the Lord. And behold they commit sin and transgress the law, and have united themselves with women and commit sin with them, and have married some of them, and have begot children by them. And they shall produce on the earth giants not according to the spirit, but according to the flesh, and there shall be a great punishment on the earth, and the earth shall be cleansed from all impurity. Yea, there shall come a great destruction over the whole earth, and there shall be a deluge and a great destruction for one year. And this son who has been born unto you shall be left on the earth, and his three children shall be saved with him: when all mankind that are on the earth shall die [he and his sons shall be saved]. And now make known to thy son Lamech that he who has been born is in truth his son, and call his name Noah; for he shall be left to you, and he and his sons shall be saved from the destruction, which shall come upon the earth on account of all the sin and all the unrighteousness, which shall be consummated on the earth in his days. And after that there shall be still more unrighteousness than that which was first consummated on the earth; for I know the mysteries of the holy ones; for He, the Lord, has showed me and informed me, and I have read (them) in the heavenly tablets.’

 So this son who is born who seems like a Nephilim is actually not and will be the saviour of the earth after God hits ctrl/alt/delete and floods the earth ruined by men and Lucifer’s angels. I think this discussion is highly relevant because in 13x1 all the angels shown were portrayed as adversaries to Sam and Dean. We also know that over in the portal world there is a huge fight between the groups of angels and Michael is about to come onto the scene probably causing more fighting. So we are nearing this world through Enoch’s portal in SPN. And Jack obviously will play a role in this, and like Lamech we don’t know yet whether he is like the evil nephilim created by Lucifer’s angels or if he will be good and save everyone, i.e. be like Noah saving everyone in Genesis. 

So I wrote that post back in early summer and have been waiting for this first episode to see if Jack is going to be linked to Noah. So I watched 13x1 looking for flood and boat and water references and I found a few. These might be a little far-fetched… but oh well. This is one interpretation and I really think due to the obvious similarities between SPN and The Book of Enoch that this is relevant. 

Jack and Pirates and Nautical Imagery

So evidently this first episode and 12x23 are set by a lake, but in this episode it moves from being about water into also being about boats and ships. Stumbling upon Pirate Pete’s Jolly Treats is the first instance of this. The place is decorated with everything nautical including the uniform of the workers. It is also a reminder that ‘Jack’ is a very pirate-like name. Most famously there was Calico Jack (named because he wore a lot of calico apparently). Fun fact, Calico Jack’s fellow shipmate was the person who apaz designed the Jolly Rodger (the flag with a skull and two crossed swords).

Also, ‘Jack’ is the name of a flag flown by a vessel at sea from the jackstaff, hence why people sometimes call the British Union Flag the Union Jack. So his name is nautical in that it is a well known name of Calico Jack and of course Captain Jack Sparrow and also it means a flag flown from a ship. So his name is like doubly nautical. 

Anyway, here are some screen caps to highlight quite how boat filled this episode was;

(apologies for the play signs in the middle of these screen caps)

We have to remember that sets take a long time to make. And just the sheer amount of boat related stuff in every shot inside here is pretty intense. 

We also see a boat in the same frame as Jack;

We also see these boats when Sam and Dean leave Pirate Pete’s. They are clearly shown and framed in the shot. I mean, they’re leaving a pirate themed food store and driving past at least 4 frikkin boats…. the nautical theme is just very in your face.

Another thing I noticed was that the camera focused on a boat over in the lake before panning towards the impala;

Then of course there was the shot of Jack holding the water and looking at it in confusion, tipping it from side to side to make the water move within it. He didn’t just hold the bottle, he moved the water symbolising not just still water but moving water like a flood.

(Also what is interesting about screen cap is that you can see Jack’s jacket. The amazing @tinkdw wrote in this post that ‘Though, and this could be totally random, his jacket is also very reminiscent of my Early Civilisations class where I studied early Mesopotamia and the emergence of the Mediterranean and Greek culture, the geometric design just really stood out to me’

What’s interesting about this brilliant observation is that the original flood myth is traced back to Mesopotamia! I don’t know whether this is just a coincidence or not…. but anyway. It’s something to note which I found very interesting when reading Tink’s post.)

And then Jack stands next to a drinks dispensing machine with a photo of some flooding water streaming out of it…

This is an image of the machine which I’ve definitely seen in the US.

North Cove 1889 and What Happened in 1889

And then we have the ‘North Cove’ stuff. There were at least 2 close up shots of this mug which I found a bit strange. It just seemed like they wanted me to really notice it. Of course North Cove is relevant to the water theme, but what about the date ‘1889′? Now…. this I was unsure about so first did a quick google of ‘America 1889 Boats’ and it came up with info on a lot of shipwrecks which was nothing to note due to there being many shipwrecks in that era. 

I then typed into Google ‘America 1889 flood’ and was inundated with pages about Johnstown flood in Pennsylvania in 1889. In ‘Time’ it is listed in the top 10 Historic American floods.

Again, I don’t know how relevant this is, but those close up shots of that mug that happened multiple times made me feel as though it was important. And it took about 5 seconds to link the date to one of the deadliest floods in American written history so…..

Jack’s Nursery and Previous Boat Imagery

Another thing to note about this whole nautical theme is that this didn’t just start in 13x1. 

In this post and reblogs by all these amazing people they discuss the painting in Kelly’s room.  Seriously, if you haven’t read it please do. And to the author’s, this next section is all to your credit and I hope you don’t mind me including your thoughts within my post!

I would like to thank @rosewhipped22 for the post which is amazing and also included these wonderful screenshots;

This painting was identified in that post as; ‘Breezing Up (A Fair Wind) is an oil painting by American artist Winslow Homer. It depicts a catboat called the Gloucester chopping through that city’s harbor under “a fair wind” (Homer’s original title). Inside the boat are a man, three boys, and their catch.More from wiki:   The painting’s message is positive; despite the choppy waves, the boaters look relaxed. The anchor that replaced the boy in the bow was understood to symbolize hope.[2] The boy holding the tiller looks forward to the horizon, a statement of optimism about his future and that of the young United States.’

There was also discussion in that post of the cross painted in Jack’s nursery which @deaneatscake said this about ‘I think the Camargue Cross has already been referenced (standing for faith, hope and love) but I would also like to add that this is also called a “Sailor’s Grave” in German.’

So we can see from this that the theme of boats and of stormy seas was started in season 12, and this imagery has just been ramped up one million times in 13x1. 


So rather than simply focusing on water imagery, this recent episode has started confirming my theory that Jack will be like Noah in Genesis. I am not saying that Jack is gonna build a boat and save the world. Think of Noah’s arc as a metaphor; the earth was being ruined by bad angels and fighting and so Noah saved the good people whilst God hit reset.

This bolsters a couple of theories. The first is that SPN is going to have to end at some point in the not too distant future. And a good way to end it would be to reset the SPN world back to when the gates of hell were shut and all Sam and Dean had to worry about in season 1 was ghosts and monsters of that lowly ilk. ( @tinkdw has some great thoughts in this).

And so I think that SPN is heading towards this reset button. We’re heading towards Genesis and starting in the text that in the Biblical canon precedes this; The Book of Enoch which gives you the backstory before Noah (for more info please check out my Book of Enoch tags).

The second theory this bolsters is that Jack will ultimately be good. I have no doubt that somewhere along the line Jack will have a misstep or two, but ultimately i believe he will be good. He is paralleled so much to Cas who has made mistakes but is good, and Sam who had demon blood within him but is also inherently good.

And so I think that Jack will be like Noah, he may not literally save people from an actual flood, but he will help to herald in a new kind of peace once the calamity of old has been washed over. And then the SPN world can in many ways start anew at the end. 

Floods are symbols of cleansing. They are also symbols of bringing the new. When a river floods its banks it destroys yes, but it also creates fertile ground. So I believe that all this boat symbolism surrounding Jack and the boys means that a whole flood of chaos will occur around them, but they will be saved from those torments and be carried through into calmer shores.

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- you don’t have to play the part, by @lookslikefairytales : Louis knew that this should be the part where he admitted defeat. Told funny, adorable, gorgeous Harry Styles that he wasn’t actually exchanging flirty Twitter messages with three time Grammy winner Zayn Malik, that it was just Louis, ordinary guy, who was nothing more than the guy who handled Zayn’s social media. But Louis had never been someone who prided himself in making the best decisions, and there also was a tiny (very, very big) part of him, that couldn’t let Harry go just yet. or the one where Harry is Britain’s new pop sensation, Louis is R&B star Zayn’s sassy social media manager and things get confusing.

Larry famous/not famous AU (17k) : nicely done and angsty ! a lot of texting and songwriting, no smut .

- Check Please , by @zedi-omega : Louis has a shit date. Harry offers to cover the bill. They maybe fall in love.

Larry aU (2k) : this is so cute !! Also now I want the same with 20k thank you ! :p (no smut)

- Riptide , by FlyingAlwaysInColor : AU in which Louis loses his amazing mum, and is sent on a forced holiday to a luxury spa resort where he meets a green-eyed butterfly-angel and an adventurous Irishman who help him start to heal by administering equal doses of love and laughter.

Larry AU (91k) : OMG I love this fic so much. Like .. love at first sight, really. This is about grieving, a lot. And also amazing smut (mostly bottom Harry but not only). And it’s angsty too, a bit. and it’s awesome. That’s all. Read it.

- We’re Going Down Swinging  , by @hazandlouwho : Everyone knows that revenge plots never work. Liam, Zayn, and Niall have told them as much, but Hell hath no fury like Louis Tomlinson scorned. His new friend Harry takes a bit of convincing but, once he agrees to help, Louis is sure his ex will regret the day he decided to cheat. That is, if Louis can stick to the plan and stop falling for his co-conspirator. Or, the one where Louis and Harry fake it til they make it, so to speak.

Larry fake relationship AU (21k) : I love the plot !! It’s a very nice fic, perfect to cheer you up, with some pining, great smut (bottom Harry) and a awesome epilogue :))

- I Found A Love   , by @lululawrence : Louis adjusted his suspenders a bit and picked up the next book when someone cleared their throat behind him, making Louis jump.  He spun quickly around, hand on his chest and just barely remembered to not drop Diana Gabaldon’s newest thousand page hardback that would definitely have done damage to Louis’ feet.Standing in front of him was someone who looked like he had just walked out of a motorcycle commercial.  He had his hair pulled up in a bun, was wearing what looked to be an expensive as fuck leather jacket over a ratty Rolling Stones t-shirt, and were those sparkly boots?  Louis wasn’t quite sure how to take him, but he certainly had a presence.  He was also likely confused about his location and was clearly about to ask where the DVD section was.Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.

Larry Famous-not Famous AU (4k), aka yes, poetry discussion and nerdy Louis are my kink. (no smut)

- From My Heart Flow , by @adifferentkindofson  :  The crowd begins to murmur, and Harry wonders if he’s somehow stumbled into an open mic night. His eyes scan the room looking for instruments and musicians but there’s … well, not an acoustic guitar or keyboard in site. His question is answered when just a moment later, none other than the cute boy in the beanie with the blue eyes walks up to the mic, the journal he’d been scribbling in all afternoon clutched to his chest. And suddenly it clicks. Louis’ a poet, Harry’s failing Econ, and sometimes all it takes is one poorly timed boner to ruin everything.

Larry strangers to lovers and Uni AU (8k): what did I say about a poetry kink ? Yeah, that. :) It’s great ! A lot of songwriting, some misunderstandings , and no smut.

- Zero to Sixty in Three Point Five , by @realitybetterthanfiction : Harry bumbles himself out of a bind…and into a boyfriend. It’s Niall’s fault, of course. As it always is.

Larry AU (2k) : online dating and drunk Harry. That’s all, read it. :)) (no smut)

- Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) , by Rearviewdreamer  : When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

Larry Bodyguard AU (58k) : just because it’s always a good time to read a good Bodyguard AU :) (famous Louis, and bottom Louis for the smut)

Sick Peter

A/n: Hey lovelies! I’ve been having some pretty bad writers block and have been busy with some school as well. I know this one is kinda small, but hope you enjoy anyway. 

Also please send in requests!!!! Please. Pretty please

Summary: When Peter gets sick its worse than a normal human.

“Ned where is Peter I haven’t seen him at all today?”

“May made him stay home because he’s sick. I went over yesterday and his room was a tornado. I mean worse than the usual tornado. I also think he got me sick. I feel a scratchy throat coming on.”

“I’ll go see him after school.”

Neither May or Peter opened the door so I used my spare key to get in and saw that the place was a mess. I picked up the trash that missed the can and washed the dishes and fixed the couch that was disassembled everywhere.

It was very quiet so I assumed both of them were sleeping and would probably want to eat something that wasn’t canned when they woke up. 

May always keeps her fridge stocked since Peter eats almost 2x his weight each meal. The chicken noodle soup got started and pretty soon May wandered out of her room with a blanket around her shoulders.

“Y/n? I didn’t realize you were here.” 

“I made soup. Ned told me Peter was sick so I wanted to come and see if he was ok ,but I thought you guys were asleep and so…. soup.” I told her.

“That’s very sweet. You even cleaned up and it smells delicious.”

“It’ll be done in like 5 to 10 minutes since it’s been on for awhile.”

“You haven’t checked on Peter yet? When you do be quiet and careful. His room is a mess. More than usual.”

“So i’ve been told.” I smiled and carefully went to walk in his room.

The door pushed stuff out of the way as I walked in. I literally could not see the floor with all the clothes and tissues lying around. He was still sleeping and next to him was a 2 liter of ginger ale and saltine crackers.

I threw most of his clothes into his basket and the tissues in his trash before I washed my hands and took my sweatshirt off. He had May’s humidifier going and the heat all the way up and I was starting to sweat. My sweatshirt hung over the edge of his bed and I sat by his head to brush away his hair.

He shot up. “Y/n?”

“I made soup if you’re feeling up to it. Or I can get more saltines if you aren’t?”

“You’re going to get sick.” His voice was all scratchy and an about half an octave lower.

“Well someone has to get you and May to eat.” He sighed.

“ Well I was puking for about an hour straight so I don’t know if soup will be good. I had soup earlier and puked it up.”

“So saltines?”

“yea and maybe just a small bowl of soup. This isn’t the canned one right?”


I got up and came with a bowl that wasn’t all the full and a new carton of saltines. He ate all the soup pretty fast along with the entire carton of saltines.

“I guess you’re feeling better.” I told him.

“I mean I still feel pretty shitty. My head hurts and its cold.” He pulled the covers tighter around him as I took his bowl away to the kitchen. When I came back he was groaning and laying on his side.

“Do you need to puke?” 

“No my head and throat hurt.”

“Did you take medicine?”


“Peter are you that dense? I’ll get you an Advil or do you prefer Tylenol???”

“I can’t sdolwojrpill” He whispered into his blanket.


“ I can’t swallow the pill. There I said it. I’m a sixteen year old who can’t take a tiny ass pill.” He groaned making me laugh.

“You do realize you can crush it up and put it in food right?”


“Honestly why do I even ask?” I said rolling my eyes and laughing at him. 

I left and crushed up an Advil and mixed it in with applesauce. 

“What are you doing?” May asked.

“Peter can’t swallow a pill.”

“He cant? I’ll show him how later.” She smiled putting her empty bowl in the sink then headed over to the couch and turned on the t.v.

“Peter I have your medicine.” I handed him the bowl of applesauce.

“Thank you.” While he ate I looked at his clock and realized it was getting really late.

“Hey I have to go soon. It’s getting late.” I went to get my sweatshirt, but it wasn’t at the edge of the bed anymore.

“Peter where did my sweatshirt go?” I asked looking around the room for it.

“I don’ know.” He pulled the blankets closer to him.

I smiled and crossed my arms across my chest “Peter are you wearing my sweatshirt?” 

“What?! No I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I pulled on his covers sending him shivering and saw him in my sweatshirt. “So you’re a liar now???”

He groaned and curled up “Its just soooo softtttt.”

“That’s because I bought it in the mens section. You can wear it. I’ll just steal one of yours and go home.”

“Noooooo. Don’t leave.” He whined stretching his arms out towards me.

“Peter I have school tomorrow.”

“You can still go to school. It’ll just be a sleepover.”

“You’re sick I don’t want to keep you awake Peter.”

“Y/n pleaaaaaasssssseeee.” His voice cracked as he shivered.

I sighed picking up the covers and sat on his bed.

“Alright.” I pulled the covers back around him and pressed my lips to his forehead which was burning. “Do you want some more soup? You’re burning up.”

“No. I’m not hungry.I’m just really cold. Cuddle?????” 

I laid on his pillow and pulled him on top of me and he stopped shivering as he rested his head on my chest.


“Mmmhmmm” I ran my fingers through his hair and felt him relax more into me as he played with my other hand.

“Night Parker.” I told him as I felt myself fall asleep with the warmth he radiated.

Next day I showed up to chem sporting Peter’s sweatshirt since he still had mine and Ned was surprised to see me.

“How are you not sick? You spent the whole afternoon and nigh over in the disease ridden apartment. Even aunt may got sick.” Ned sniffled.

“I’ve got super powers didn’t ya know?” I joked.

“You mean like deadpool?” He poked me with a pencil.

“Nope. Just a really good immune system.”

“Dude what are you doing here?” I turned around to find that Ned was talking to Peter. He was in my sweatshirt slouching with tired eyes. He was better than yesterday.

“I can’t miss the Spanish test.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes you can go back home.” I told him trying to push him back out of the class before the bell rang.

 “Y/n I’m seriousss.” 

“Go home. I’ll take it for you.”


 “You have Spanish two periods before me. I can miss english and go to your Spanish class dressed like you. I already know how to copy your handwriting. Now go before you infect the whole school.”

“But he’ll notice it isn’t me.”

“ Not if I sit in the back with the hood on and hair tucked in. He knows you’re sick so he’ll probably just think you aren’t feeling well.”

“I don’t know….” his voice disappeared the more he talked and he was wobbling at this point.

“Peter I swear if you don’t go now I won’t come over later.”

“Alright nice to see you guys I’m going back to bed.” Peter waved good bye.

I showed up at Peter’s apartment and a sick May in sweatpants with a messy bun opened the door.

“I brought more soup!”I told her

“Y/n you are a savior.” She let me in and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard.

“ How is Peter doing?”

“Well he was asleep for a bit and I think he is awake now because he said you would be coming over.”

I opened his door to find him in a fort of blankets in which I had to refrain from laughing at.

“Did you leave any blankets for May? She’s sick too you know.” I said slipping his sweatshirt off. 

“How’d the test go?”

“Pretty good. Like I said he didn’t even realize that I wasn’t you.” 

“How did you learn my handwriting again?” He asked opening part of his blanket fort to me.

“Dont worry bout it Parker.” I winked at him and slid under his arm into his side. “ now you can go get some more soup that I brought and then we can watch tv or something.”

“I love you. You’re the best.” My heart stopped and I tensed against his side.

“What?” I looked up at him.

His eyes widened when he realized what he said. “ I-i said I love you a-and you’re the b-best. You’re always there for everything no matter how big or small and I just…”

“Love you too Parker.” 

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Be My Guest

 Warning: Smut, Language, Older Man/Young Girl Relationship, Unnamed O/C

Summary/Prompt: There’s something about Alfred’s 19 year old daughter. 

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Monsters (Part 4)

<i>Winning an auction to the run down home on Neibolt Street leads the reader to moving to Derry.  With what you’re planning everything seemed perfect.  Though you didn’t mean to accidentally wake up the creature underneath your home sooner than he wanted.

All you wanted to do was hurry up with your plans.  This clown though seemed to keep showing up though, even in your dreams.  

Everything was going as planned.  And now maybe even better than ever.

It was time.  Let the show begin.  

I  am now a monster.</i>

         After several hours, a lunch made for me and my guest, and keeping an eye on the shadows there was a knock on the door.  I gripped the back of the chair at my dinner table as I inhaled a deep breath.  I shut my eyes and let the thoughts run through my head, trying to get in the mindset of what I was about to do.  With a slow exhale I went to the door and opened it.

           “Hey!  Long time no see!” (G)’s voice was that of excitement as he stepped inside.  He had gotten taller in the years since I saw him. More muscular as well but with how I was planning on getting him wouldn’t matter.

           “I know!  Take a seat and relax.  I have a small table by the window that we can eat at.  Would you like anything to drink?”

           “Just some water for now, thank you.” I watched him as he admired some of the things I had on my shelves, especially my book case. He sat down at the table as I came back with two plates.

           “I made us some pulled pork sandwiches and fries.” I set the plates down in front of him and I went back to the kitchen for the glasses of water.  Nothing yet but soon.

           “So (Y/N) tell me what’s been going on with you. I know we’ve been talking more lately but I always feel like there’s stuff missing.” He leaned over his spot as he began to eat his sandwich.

           “Nothing really.  I get to work from home.  I won the auction to get this house and I adore it.” I looked to a shadowy place that I could see orange glowing eyes from. “Even if at times it gives me the creeps.”

           “That is pretty exciting though!” He sounded so cheerful and all I could do was hold back my eye twitching.

           For a little bit he talked about himself, mostly his travels across the states.  I could still feel Pennywise staring at us.  We moved our conversation more to the living room part of the foyer.  (G) sat at one end of the couch while I sat at the other.

           “Do you need a refill for your water?” I asked when I had the chance in conversation.

           “Do you happen to have any beer?” Maybe this would be easier than I thought.

           “I do actually.  Got some a couple days ago when we made the plan for you to come out!” I beamed a smile at him and got up.

           Now was the chance.  He had mentioned how much of a lightweight he was so I made sure to get a strong beer.  Making sure I was out of site I popped open the top to the beer and dropped in some contents of a pill.  A date rape drug to get a rapist.  How fitting I thought to myself.  I grabbed myself a drink of water as I waited for it to dissolve.  I presented his drink to him and he took a large swig.

           “Good stuff!  Really strong and hoppy tasting but not bad at all.” He admired the dark color of the beer and took another swig.

           “Don’t make yourself sick now.” I gave a small giggle and took a sip of my water.

           Not even several minutes pass and I could tell he wasn’t feeling the best.  He seemed more exhausted and was having a hard time speaking coherently.  I put up the act of the concerned friend, telling him to lay down and rest up on the couch.  Being the stubborn person he was, he decided to chug the rest of his beer and proceed to lay down.  I let out a sigh and flung a blanket over him.  Shortly after he started to snore.

           “Pennywise.” I stood up straight as my hands balled into fists at my side.

           “Yes, little one?” He stepped from the shadow nearby.

           “I need a small favor.  Could you bring him to the room and set him on the table?”  I turned to the clown and looked him over. I must have had a stone-cold look in my eyes as he seemed taken aback.

           “A small favor has a small price.” He gave a smirk as he stepped closer, leaning down to be eye level with me.

           “And what will that be?” At this point I’d agree to him devouring me so long as I had my revenge first.

           “I want another taste of you.” His teeth grew sharper and he slid the sleeve of my dress to the side so he could peck a few kisses on my shoulder.  A shiver went through my body and I heard him chuckle.

           “Fine.” I gave him a side eye look. “But after I’m done.”  

           I put my sleeve back where it was and headed down to the basement.  Pennywise carried the knocked-out body of (G) and set him laid out on the table.  I strapped down each one of his limps and torso. Now it was time to just wait until he woke up.

           “Pennywise I have a question.” I went over to the ropes I had in the corner, cutting some into several feet sections and set them next to the chair I had placed in the room.

           “I may have an answer.” He followed me around the room, trying to watch what I was doing.  

           “If you want you can have him.  I just want to hurt him.  Maim him a little.” The rope I held in my hand I wrapped the ends around my hands, leaving enough for what I had planned. “I want to know though that if he’s in horrible pain when you make him float will he be in pain for all eternity?” I turned to face Pennywise once I reached the chair I was going to be at for most of the evening.

           “Oh, most definitely!”  He large toothy smile grew on his face.  “Is there anything else you need little one?”

           “No.” I looked over at (G) as he started to move a little bit, grunting as he tried to get his limbs to move. “I’ll call for you when I need you.”  

           “I won’t be too far.” He bowed and was about to leave the room.


           “Yes?” He turned to look at me and I looked over at him.

           “Thank you.” A devious grin was on my face now.

           “I’m not sure what you’re thanking me for but you’re welcome.”  

           Once again, I heard (G) struggle against the straps and wake up.  Understandably he was disoriented and confused.  I slapped the coarse rope against his bare ankle and I glared at him as he looked down at me.  I heard the door shut and I could hear Pennywise’s cackle ring out through the whole basement.  I realized that my own cackle had join in as well.

           “All I want to hear is your screams.” I said breathlessly and began my fun.

           “Pennywise.” My voice was low as I looked at what I had done.  

           (G) was still breathing.  He was crying, whimpering, and moaning in pain.  Granted he had just lost a good portion of his limps and stabbed a couple of times.  I stood up and looked down at myself.  I was covered in blood.   I paid it no mind as I made my way over to the head of the table with the knife I had still in hand.  I stared at (G) until I felt the familiar presence of Pennywise.

          “Oh my, little one.  You have been busy.” I turned to face the clown with a side smirk and I looked back at (G).  I placed the back of the knife on his cheek and slowly turned his head to face me.

          “Time to float.” I dragged the knife along his face, leaving a nick on his chin and turned around.

          I walked past Pennywise.  I could see his face coming apart to show rows and rows of teeth.  As I went up the basement stairs all I could hear was (G)’s screams and the slurping sound Pennywise made as he ate chunks of him.  I made my way up to the master bathroom and ran myself a bath.  I undressed and entered the tub once it was full of hot water. The water quickly turned a pinkish red when I settled in.  I quickly dunked myself fully in just to get the most I could off.  I don’t really remember how long I laid in that tub.  My focus was on the red pink water and what I had just done.  I hadn’t even noticed Pennywise standing in the bathroom and staring at me.

          “He’s floating with the others now.  Forever and always in pain.  I cleaned up for you as well.” He broke the silence and he gave a small bow.  

           I pulled the drain plug and stood up.  I reached for a towel on the counter and pat dried myself, dropping the towel in the dirty hamper basket.  I stepped out of the tub and walked up to Pennywise.  He seemed to be confused that I wasn’t covering myself. He was even more surprised as I placed a hand on his cheek.

           “Thank you.” I guided his face to mine and kissed him gently on his lips.

           Before he could react, I walked past him and went into my bedroom. It was night time now and I was so exhausted.  I let out a long sigh as I shut the curtain and turned to face my bed.  Pennywise stood in the center of the room.

           “We have a deal remember my little monster?” He grinned as he came up to me and moved my wet hair away from my neck.

           “I am not a monster.” I looked up at him.  I could feel my heart beat racing as I remembered how his teeth felt against my skin.

           “Oh,” Suddenly he swept me up in his arms and pinned me down onto the bed, “but you are.  I saw how you left that man.  Only a monster could do such a thing!”

           “I just wanted revenge.” I protested back, trying my best to keep myself calm.  It wasn’t working though as I felt a tingling sensation run through my body and myself getting wet.

           “Someone who wanted revenge would make it quick.  Clean.  But you,” His hand darted to my throat, grabbing tightly and making me gasp. “You left the room a bloody mess.  You were such a mess.  Such a beautiful mess.”

           He was drooling a little and each dribble landed on my chest.  I was already naked and exposed for him. Part of me was terrified of what he’d do next and the rest was wanting him.  He leaned down and pressed his fangs into my shoulder.  His teeth punctured and I could feel his tongue moving around my skin to drink the blood coming out of my fresh wounds.  He moved his face back up to mine and I could see that he had already bitten himself to cause himself to bleed.  He wasted no time in kissing me and his tongue meeting mine. His hand on my throat squeezed tighter and I let out another moan with a whimper following it.  When he pulled away a trail of a mix of saliva and blood still connected us for a small moment.

        “I want more.”  His hand left my throat as it slid down my body, grazing my breasts and his gloved fingers rubbing my clit gently.  I couldn’t help but to moan and whimper. “I need more.”

        He growled into my ear before biting back into my shoulder.  Two fingers of his slid inside me and began to slide in and out of me at a fast pace.  I tried to not to jerk my body since that would only cause his teeth to tear into me more.  My toes curled in and my hands grabbed onto the bed sheets as tight as possible.  My moans grew louder and my body was already tensing up to orgasm.  Before I could his fingers slid out of me and watched me with a bloody smirk as I got frustrated.

         “Not yet my little monster.  I want to feel you around my cock first.”  He sat up, blood still dripped from his lips.

         “I am not a monster!” I growled in a frustrated tone at him, breathing in a few quick breathes to try to calm myself. “Besides the agreement was just another bite.”

         “I’m not a monster!” His voice was mocking as he undid the front of his pantaloons to let the bulge in them fall out.  His cock was large, impressive in length and extremely wide in girth, pale but more flushed in color as it came to the tip.  The head of his cock glistened with pre-cum and he rested the tip at my entrance. “I can smell that desire, that lovely smell of arousal reeking from you.”

         “Pennywise.” My voice was shaking and I looked up into his now orange eyes.

         “You and I are both monsters.” He leaned down and planted a bloody, slobbery kiss on my lips. “And we’re going to fuck like monsters.”

          His hands went to my hips and I could hear the cloth on his gloves tearing as his claws came out.  The nails dug into my flesh as he slowly slid inside of me.  My back arched slightly, my legs tightening against him, and my eyes rolled back once he was completely inside me.  It was painful but it didn’t matter with how good it felt.  I could hear him growling as he slid his cock back out. One of his hands left my hip and he slowly dragged his nails across my torso up to my neck.  I could feel the sting of air hitting fresh cuts and felt several beads of blood run down my sides.  His thumb pressed into my neck to restrict my air flow.  That hazy submissive feeling began to take over and I let out several whimpers, moving my hips to try to get his cock back inside me.

          “Little monster wants my cock?”  He let out a low chuckle and leaned over me, drool dripping onto my chest and neck.  His hand from my hip came up to a spot by head to prop himself up.

          “Y-Yes.” I tried to wiggle my hips more but he pressed his full body weight against me.

          “Yes what?” He hissed into my ear, moving his arm so he could use his elbow as a prop instead and grab onto my hair

          “Yes Pennywise!” I gasped and let out a whimper.

           “That’s a good little monster.” He lifted himself up, letting go of my hair and he slid himself back inside me.

            Something happened to him as he started to thrust in and out of me. He became animal like.  His eyes went from blue to yellow instantly.  One of his hands was on my shoulder on the fresh wound he had bit causing fresh blood to come out.  His fingers curled around and his claws were digging into the top of my shoulder blade.  I knew he had punctured through but the painful euphoria of his cock thrusting roughly in and out of me made me ignore the pain.  All I could hear was his growling and grunts even though I was moaning and saying his name.  I could feel my body tensing up about to orgasm.

           Suddenly, he had flipped me onto my stomach and a fistful of my hair in his hand. One of my hands went to grab onto his hip and the other was in front of me to grab onto the pillow.  His thrusting hadn’t even missed a beat while he had been temporarily out of me. I let out a gasp in pain but was right back to moaning.  He tilted my head to the side and plunged his mouth onto my shoulder.  When he made several bite wounds he let his tongue lap up the blood.  He made my head tilt more so he could give me a bloody kiss.  I could taste his too.  I felt one of his hands come around and firmly hold onto my neck, pulling my head back some so he could stare into my eyes still.  He would go back to a wound to taste some blood but he made sure to always come back to look at me.

          “P-Pennyw-wise.” I whimpered, begging. “P-Please let me cum.”

          This seemed to bring him back a little as he slowly slid himself out and rolled me back over.  With the head of his cock in my entrance he propped himself on his forearms, hunched so he could look me in the eyes.  He started to thrust at a steady pace, slowly getting back up to the quick pace he was at before.  One hand grabbed onto his side and the other held onto his neck.  I pulled him closer, my lips brushing past his cheek and my mouth biting down onto his neck. I heard a sharp inhale from him and a loud grunt as I bit down, breaking skin.  The taste of his blood filled my mouth.  My moans were muffled and they only paused when I swallowed small amounts of his blood. His growling and small roars filled my ears.

         I knew I was about to orgasm so I let go so I could look into his eyes.  They were such a vibrant yellow and they locked on to mine.  The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk as he sensed my body about to convulse before I could.  My back arched, my toes curled, my hands smacked down onto the bed to grab onto the bed sheets tightly and when his name left my mouth it sounded that of a pleasured scream.  My body would have fallen limp if he had stopped but no, he needed to release too.

        He sat up and gripped my sides, claws digging into my back.  I couldn’t tell if I was holding myself up with my legs or if he was holding me up.  His hips slammed into mine, a loud wet slapping noise joining his growling and my moaning.  After a while, he slammed into me one last time as he leaned his head back to let out the most inhuman noise I had ever heard from him.  I could feel his cock twitching, shooting all of his cum inside of me.  He lifted me up so in a way I was straddling his lap.  I laid my head on his shoulder, nuzzling gently into his neck.  He seemed confused what to do so he just wrapped his arms around me.  After a minute he laid me back down and slid his now lump cock out.  I could feel his cum dripping out of me but I didn’t care. My body was so tired and I could have fallen asleep at any moment.

         “You look,” There was a pause as he was trying to find the right word. I looked down at myself and I had so much of my own blood on me.  My bed sheets were ruined but I didn’t care.

         “Like a mess?” I looked over at him.  My breathing was heavy and exhausted.

         “No.  You look beautiful.”  I heard the shuffling of his pants as he tucked himself back in and he got up.

        “Leaving so soon?” I managed to get a giggle out and smiled at him.

        “I have some things I have to do.  I’ll be back though.”  He gave me a toothy grin. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

        He leaned over, brushing some hair away from my face and giving me a gentle kiss.  I don’t remember him leaving as I fell asleep as his lips left mine.  That night was the most peaceful I had ever slept since moving into that home.

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In my band it’s kind of just a thing where someone in the low brass (or occasionally another sax) walks in on me and my girlfriend having a bizarre conversation and/or they hear me say something dumb


*one of our tuba players walks into the instrument storage room*
*tuba player walks out of instrument storage room without what he came in for*

a different time
*me at lunch*
“Zach is hella gay. Trust me. I was his section mate for two years.”
*zach walks rIGHT BEHIND ME*

I have a talent for embarrassing myself in front of my former section mates.

Cruel Co-Worker finally gets what she wants

So this is a fuck co-workers story.

In June 2014 I got a job as a housekeeper. I was technically housekeeping help, cross trained for c.c./lobby and laundry. So basically while everyone was cleaning rooms I was cleaning the big ass convention center, both lobbies, and two floors of hallways and stairwells. Whenever I had a spare moment or they really needed the help, I’d fold laundry or clean the front of the rooms. (So 90% of the time I was running around doing 5 different things at once)

Well one of the inspectors (let’s call her M) just hated me. She was pretty awful to everyone, but she really had it out for me. She would constantly bad mouth me to the boss, make me redo things for no reason, and would always try and make the other inspectors hate me as well, or at least convince them I was lazy. Her husband, P, also worked at the hotel as maintenance.

Apparently all this hatred started with the fact that I am overweight. Strike One. I also have autism, so I was to slow (i.e. unwilling to take shortcuts, which I was only given 3 weeks, including my training week, before M had convinced the boss that I wasn’t cut out for housekeeping even though there was 2 other girls who took longer then me and had been working there for years) cleaning rooms. Strike Two. Then, because my job also included cleaning around the outside of the building, sometimes I would find giant insects (like bigger then my hand) and I knew P loved insects (also how to handle them properly), I would get him to take care of the bugs (I already dealt with the dead birds damnit) and apparently M is a very jealous and possessive wife who believed I was making moves on her husband. Strike Three.

Now M had been a huge problem long before I had shown up. While I was working there, we had 2 different staff meetings about the fact that everyone hated her. So the boss knew for a fact that M was awful and she also knew that M hated my guts.

One day I had to clean the entirety of the convention center (usually it was just sections since it had fake walls that could be put up to make multiple room) the c.c. lobby and bathrooms were awful AND I had to deep clean hallways and stairwells, so I was gonna have a busy day. The inspector for the day, K, asked me if I would prefer the girls clean front lobby to lighten my load. (They cleaned it whenever I wasn’t working and it doesn’t take as long for 4 people as it does for 1) I said yes, obvi, and stopped by laundry really quick to load up on supplies. I gave my sister (who was also a housekeeper) and one other girl the heads up that K was going to have them clean lobby while I was there.

I went off to start the convention center.

About an hour later K is telling me to get up to front desk (M had transferred to front desk a month before). Some one had gone to her and said that I was yelling and ranting and ordering people to do my work. BEFORE SHE EVEN TALKED TO ME OR ASKED ANYONE ELSE TO CONFIRM THIS STORY, M had called our boss (who had the day off) and told her all of this as if though it was 100% undeniable fact that I had done this.

So our boss said I would do everything that was expected of me (meaning I would do front lobby) and that I would be written up and when she next came in we would have a “talk”.

I was of course upset, but I knew I had three witness (my sister, the other housekeeper and the person doing laundry) to back me up. Apparently K had called in someone, let’s call her J, to help out. K decided to assign J to the convention center with me so that things would go faster. About half an hour later, K came back and told J to help out housekeeping. I asked why and K said that M had told our boss that J was helping me and our boss had told K that that wasn’t allowed.

I ENDURED M for months. I put up with her bullshit and our boss KNEW, SHE KNEW, that M hated me and wanted me gone.

Whelp, she got what she wanted. I walked back up to lobby screamed and cussed out M about everything she had pulled, ripped off my smock and told her to fuck off. I just couldn’t take it anymore. Even though I knew that I had proof that the accusations were false and that our boss would apologize, I just couldn’t believe that she would blindly believe M after the numerous times that people had told her M hated me. This wasn’t even the first time M had told blatant lies about me.

I literally cried walking back to tell my sister that I had quit and if I could use her phone to call a ride. I told my friend in laundry and then sat on the curb outside.

Over the course of weeks afterwards, my sister quit, my friend in laundry quit, and last I heard they basically had all knew staff after a year.

TLDR; Horrible coworker made my life a living hell for months and finally got what she wanted. Me gone.

The King (Joker x Reader)

Living in Gotham was no easy feat. Finding a stable, well paying, and relatively safe job was even more difficult. 

You were currently in your second year of college, and you desperately needed some extra cash to continue paying for your apartment. In a last ditch effort, you appealed to your best friend and cousin, Jonny Frost. You knew about his boss and how dangerous working for him could be, but at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Honestly, I’ll take anything,” You pleaded, “Please Jon, I’ll be fine!”

Jonny sighed and nodded. As much as he disliked the idea, it was obvious you really needed the money. He knew you had been struggling, and he also knew that most of the other employers in the city were not exactly trustworthy. At least this way he would be able to keep you safe. He would  just have to suck it up and keep you out of harm’s way. “Fine,” He finally relented. “There’s a bartending position. I’ll get you in.”

“Oh my God, yes!” You exclaimed, tackling him in a hug. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s your funeral.”


Bartending at the club was actually not that bad. The pay was great, Frost visited you every now-and-then, and so far, aside from some harmless flirting, there were no real problems at all.

That is, until Frost requested you bring the boss’s drink to his private booth. 

You had heard many stories about him. The Joker was a well-known figure in Gotham. He was constantly featured on the news, whether it was for a new escape from Arkham or a string of gang-related murders. It was even rumored that some of those murders occurred here, as a result of business deals gone wrong.

Pushing these thoughts to the back of your mind, you loaded the drinks for Frost, the guest, and the Joker onto a tray and headed towards the booth. Normally Frost would get the drinks himself, but this deal was to important to miss, so now, you found yourself outside of a tall door which 2 guards hovered protectively around. One nodded at you and opened the door, allowing you to walk in. 

The place had a cold vibe to it, very different from the rest of the club. Outside, it was lively and fun, with a slight feeling of danger which did not even compare to the overwhelming tension coming from within this room. There was a clear view of the stage, and the couches looked like the most comfortable seats you had ever seen in your life. To your left, Frost sat, staring up at you with a hint of concern in his eyes. Directly in front of you was a nervous, mousy looking man who kept wringing his hands together, and opposite him was the King himself, the Joker. The Joker was glaring at the nervous man, the grill on his teeth flashing dangerously in the light. The Joker didn’t even acknowledge you, for he was lost in his own world of intimidation with his  ring laden fingers curled tightly aroung an ornate cane.

You handed Frost his favorite drink and raised an eyebrow. The older man nodded towards a table separating the Joker and his apparently not-so-pleasant company. “Just set it down on the table. This is going to be a long night.”

Hesitantly, you placed the tray gingerly on the table between the men, Both sets of eyes shot towards you in slight surprise, but the set of baby blues transformed back to their normal, cool demeanor within a matter of seconds. The Joker slowly sat back, slicking his hair down some as he studied you. “And who.. Might you be?” The question rolled off his tongue with an almost purr-like effect. 

You swallowed thickly. Your mouth suddenly felt like a desert. The sheer intensity of his stare made your knees slightly tremble with a satisfying mixture of thrill and terror. It took all of your willpower to hold his gaze as you answered. “(Y/n) (L/n), sir. I’m a bartender here.”

“Aw, Frosty’s friend?” He glanced towards his employee and nodded. “Your services are.. Much appreciated. If you’d be such a doll and fetch us some food, I’m sure my friend here is… Famished.”

“Of course sir,” You replied instantly. “I’ll be right back.” With that, you turned on your heel, sent a sharp nod to Frost, and left the room.


About 10 minutes later, you trudged back to the windows with a platter of loaded nachos. Before you could go past though, one of the guards appeared, roughly leading the mousy man from before away from the Joker’s section. The other just shrugged and waved you in. The Joker was sitting with his head against the back of the couch and his eyes were closed. One of them shot open as the new scent filled the room and he watched you place the platter on the table.

“Mr. Lewis had to leave us to consider my offer,” Joker explained offhandedly. “Sit.”

You weren’t stupid enough to disobey an order from the Joker, so you immediately took a seat where Mr. Lewis had once been. The green haired man stood up smoothly and gracefully walked over to you. His pale hand reached out to gently stroke your cheek as his eyes calmly searched your own. “You’re so… Good..”

“Thank you?” You replied, attempting, and failing, to hide your utter confusion at the statement. 

“How would you feel about a… promotion?” The way he said it made you inhale sharply. There was an underlying meaning behind the seemingly innocent words, and you couldn’t decipher whether you were imagining it or not. “I could certainly use a cute little secretary.”

You considered your options carefully for a moment, your teeth biting you lip so hard you were sure you would draw blood. He waited patiently, his head tilted to the side with in a nearly innocent gesture. 

Finally, you nodded almost painfully slowly, “Okay.”

Part 2 is up! :)

dankestbadbitch  asked:

What does the building of Ego Inc. look like? Is it like one of those sleek, modern glass office buildings? Or an old building from the 1960s? What about the inside? Did each ego design a section to their liking?

One or two people have requested a description of the building, so I’ll just compile it all here. Keep in mind that it’ll be a bit different from the original Ego Inc. which was featured in my earlier stories because the first one burned down. With that said…

Dark picked it out, so it’s a very sleek building, modern with lots of reflective windows. The first floor is a lobby where Oliver is typically stationed at the front desk, greeting fans and taking gifts for the Egos. There are comfortable chairs lining the exterior of the room, but the middle is mostly open in case of emergency floor parties.

The second floor is sort of a common area. The kitchen and dining room are there along with a den full of comfy, worn-down furniture from the old house. There are also rooms for guests or when one of the Egos might spend the night at the Inc. instead of Peebles Place, but they’re seldom used all in all.

The third floor is Dr. Iplier’s clinic. There’s a waiting room and reception area, both very modest and clean, along with a few rooms where hospital beds are perfectly made and ready for when the next accident happens. Normal people come in from time to time, but mostly the clinic is reserved for the Egos.

The fourth floor is the Host’s library, a maze of bookshelves and moving staircases and ladders to reach the higher books. There are chairs and desks placed periodically, though everything is rather low-light considering that the Host himself doesn’t need light. The maze seems to always be changing, so Host’s little dragon, Lewis, will often lead visitors through the stacks so they won’t get lost.

The fifth floor houses Bim and Wilford’s studio where they film their respective TV shows. There’s seating for an audience, though there typically isn’t one since Wilford’s shows tend to get a little… violent. Walter runs the sound booth in the back, and the lights now move and change colors on command. The stage is always changing and charged with magic. If either of the boys need a new set piece, it always appears backstage, ready to use.

The sixth floor is Ed’s “pawn shop” of sorts. He collects all manner of strange and useless things which pile up all the way to the ceiling and have become a maze of their own. Ed swears to you that he can find anything you’ll ever need somewhere on his warehouse floor of junk, and typically he can with his own sort of rusty magic.

The seventh floor is Shepherd’s headquarters. People come, requesting odd jobs of heroism which he happily accepts, everything from rescuing cats from trees to fighting giant, mutant lizards. There are lots of important looking buttons and flashing lights, screens and secret doors, but really it’s all props that he got Wilford to make for him. Behind one of the secret doors is his action figure collection which is absolutely off limits.

The eighth floor is for the Googles. There’s nothing but computers, four desks, and their gaming corner that they don’t let the others touch. It’s all very sleek and high-end aside from Oliver’s corner where paper cranes hang from the ceiling on fishing wire and there are lots of pillows and stuffed animals, gifts from fans, and a little marigold that Bim gave to him.

The ninth and highest floor is Dark’s space. It consists mostly of his office and a few other rooms sanctioned off that no one has ever seen inside. His office is large, with one wall of nothing but windows overlooking the city. Beside that wall is his piano which is grand and polished to a shine. The decor is minimalist, even in his bedroom, which is always cold and usually dimly lit.

The roof is home to Bim’s small garden where he raises his heartier plants like cacti and succulents. There’s a little area for sitting under an awning that Ed pieced together, but it’s hardly ever used. There’s also a grill up there, another one of Ed’s touches, and he cooks on it from time to time when he gets the craving. But mostly no one ever goes up there.

Hope that all makes sense, and if you have any more questions, feel free to ask!

Wanting More (Part 2)

Part 1: 




 “You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt hot tears in your hands. You felt frustrated with yourself for crying because you didn’t want Harry to see how much he hurt you. You’ve never felt this pain like this before.

It wasn’t pain like in 7th grade when You broke your foot. But pain in you chest, and it just made you feel like you were breaking into pieces.”


You were ignoring Harry. Not to the extend of never seeing him again. But you wouldn’t always respond to his texts right away or send him funny memes you found on twitter. You didn’t know why you did this because in the end you knew this wouldn’t make your feelings go away. And the fact of the matter was that you missed him, it’s been a week since your last encounter and you were still a bit pissed off at him, even though it wasn’t his wrongdoing.

So when you sat down by a big window at the coffee shop to grab a tea, and just think a little. You didn’t excpect to hear a loud thumping sound on the glass, making you almost spill your tea. And you surely didn’t expect to see Harry on the other side giving you a goofy smile, and mouthing something.

You smiled at him then frowned when you could see his mouth moving, but not understanding what he was saying.

You said, “I can’t hear you” exaggerating your pronunciation and pointing to your ear so he could see what you were saying. You looked around and realized how odd this probably looked to everyone else, and giggled. When you looked back already Harry was making his way inside.

Suddenly your heart started pounding and you felt nervous. You didn’t expect to see Harry today so you ran your hands through your hair, and straightened out your clothes. You weren’t trying to look cute today. You looked down at your black leggings and a baseball tee and wish you wore something different.

You watched as Harry slide in the booth infront of you with a cup of coffee in his hand. “It was bloody freezing out there.” He said as you took notice of his rosey cheeks and nose from the cold. You just nodded and stirred your tea with the little spoon they gave you.

“Yeah it is pretty chilly.” You say not really knowing what to say. It wasn’t awkward being with Harry. But you realized why you felt so jittery. This is the first time you guys have seen eachother when you weren’t tangled in eachother sheets, or out at a party. It was new and refreshing almost. You liked it.

“Have you’ve been ignoring me?” Harry says out of blue, making you lift your eyes from you cup to look at his serious face.

“Um, no why would you think that.” You lied.

“I don’t know…” Harry sighed. “You haven’t been responding to my text that’s often, and haven’t seen you this week.” He almost pouts.

“Well I do have a life Harry. I have School and friends.” You didn’t mean for it to come off rude, but Harry seemed to stiffen at the words. You didn’t want him to feel bad. You actually didn’t have many friends, it seemed like Harry was the the only one.

To lighten up the mood you said, “Have you been stalking me?”

“Now why would you think that?” He raises his eyebrows and leans himself closer across the table.

“So you just Randomly came to this coffee shop, when there’s like hundreds in the city?” You question him.

“I might of heard you say a few times how you like coming here during this hour.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal.

When in fact you remember you did tell Harry that but it was only once. You didn’t even think he would remember. You didn’t even know why you told him that. It was right after he brought you to his house and made out with you on the couch for a little. He made you tea, and you told him that it was almost as good as the place you go during the week sometimes. You smiled at how he remembered that small little detail.

Harry’s warm hand on your thigh took you out of your memory. He started drawing small circle on your leg as he stirred the sugar in his cup, like it was nothing. When you on the other hand heart was beating at his touch.

“I actually came to give you something you forgot at my house a few days ago.” He says.

“I don’t remember leaving anything.” You try and rack your brain on anything you could of left behind. But you didn’t bring anything besides your phone and keys. Harry lifted himself off the booth and came over to your Side. He reached into his back pocket with a big smirk on his face and pulled out something small and red, that you couldn’t quite recognize.

Then once you saw the lace your eyes grew big as you tried to make Harry put it back in his pocket.

“What the fuck Harry!” He starts laughing “Why would you bring that out here!” You realize how loud you were screaming so you tried lowering your voice.

How in the world could you have forgotten your own underwear at his house. Like how could someone not realize that it wasn’t on. You mentally kicked yourself at that. You were rushing to get out of his house that you didn’t even realize.

“I can’t believe I left them, I’m so embarrassed.” You placed your head in your hands to block the blush that was creeping onto your face.

Harry leaned in and said, “aww love didn’t mean to embarrass you. I think they’re quite pretty.” You slap Harry in the chest and you hear him chuckle.

“I can’t believe you have them right here. Have they been in your pocket all day?” You ask.

“Yup.” He said like it was no big deal.

“Weirdo.” You giggle and playfully punch his chest.

“What. I knew I was going to see you, so I just brought them.” He tried defending himself.

“Yeah sure…” you roll your eyes. You grabbed your purse from the left side and brought it on your lap under the table. “Here just throw them in my purse before someone sees.” You pan around the room and let out a sigh of relief when there was barely anyone in your section.

“Wait. I’m not giving them back just yet.” Harry slides them back in his pocket.

“What Harry, just give them back.” You pleaded with him.

“I will only if you say yes to go to Davids party with me tonight.”

“Davids a fucking asshole.” You remember going to one of his parties before and he was a real creep. You knew he always wanted to get in your pants, but you thought he was a douchebag and he was.

“True, but he throws a hell of a party.” Harry says.

You huff in annoyance, you really wanted your underwear back since they were your most expensive and your favorite. But Harry didn’t need to know that.

“Why do you even want me to go with you?” You ask him. Surely he could ask any other girl, you knew he had many girl friends.

“Because it’s always more fun with you, love.” You felt Harry’s hand creep up your thigh again and he slowly creeped up higher waiting for your response. You melted by just his touch, and he knew it. You hated how he made you feel like jello.

“Ok fine. But I don’t want to stay that long.” Harry smiled.

“I’ll pick you up at 11.” He said.

The party was nothing less then loud and packed. It was on a beach house David had rented out for this special occasion. You couldn’t remember what exactly for, but you didn’t really care. You didn’t see anyone you knew and that made you a bit anxious. But Harry was making you feel a little better by sitting next to him. Your glass of beer was cold in your palm as you took in the room and caught eyes with strangers.

“What’s up dude! Glad you made it.” You heard David walking infront of Harry and giving him a bear hug before his eyes catch mine.

“Ah, it’s nice to see you again Y/N.” He said as he shameless roamed your whole body with his eyes.

You just nodded not really giving him much attention because you just wanted to leave. You’ve only been here for an hour and you really weren’t feeling it tonight. Honestly you just wanted your underwear back from Harry, as weird as that sounded.

You were about to ask Harry when they could leave but he suddenly stood up to walk away.

“Where are you going?” You asked hoping he wasn’t leaving you with David.

“My friend just texted me and wanted to meet for a chat real quick.” He told you.

You gave him a look pleading with you not to leave you here alone.

“Don’t worry I’ll keep her company while your gone.” David said as he gave you a smug smile.

“Thanks man. I’ll be back.” And without even looking at you he sped off upstairs. You felt really annoyed. Not the fact that you needed a babysitter but that Harry dragged you here under your will and decides to leave you. Especially with David.

But he’ll be back your mind kept telling you. He says he’ll be back soon. So you tried to relax and enjoy yourself.

“So are you and Harry like dating now?” David asks.

You almost choke on your drink “What?! No, no we aren’t like that- we aren’t um… dating.” You stammered over your words.

David smirks and opens his cup of beer and pours a bit more into your cup that was almost done.

“Well then Drink up love. And let loose!”


You didn’t know how you ended up in this situation. You were in a dark corner of the club with another drink in your hand. You remember only drinking like two cups but your mind was buzzing. You felt a cold hand touch your thigh and you turned your head to see David. He was talking about something and was oddly close to you.

You were wondering when Harry was coming back it has been over an hour and at this point you were really starting to get annoyed. He said he would be right back but he didn’t. It made you wonder what he was actually doing. Your mind made up this scenario in your head that almost made you puke.

“I really like this dress on you Y/N…” David was slurring his words. Your mind came back to reality when you could feel him whispering in your ear. His hot clammy breathe was making you shiver.

“Thanks, I guess.” You didn’t really know what to say. “Maybe I should go look for Harry to see if we should head out.” You tried getting up but he placed his hands on your waist to sit you back next to him and you huffed in annoyance.

“Trust me love. Harry wouldn’t have left you here if he wasn’t going down on someone else.” He smirked at your reaction. You thought it could be a possibility but you didn’t want to believe it.

“He said he was meeting a friend….” you tried convincing yourself.

“Well she doesn’t look like a friend to me.” You looked at the direction he was pointing to and your heart almost stopped. There was Harry on the other side of the room with a girl sitting on his lap as she placed kisses on his lips and neck. While Harry held her hips against him.

You tore your eyes so quickly you might have gottened whiplash. So many emotions were going through your mind anger, sadness, shock. That your mind couldn’t keep up with what you were doing.

You grabbed David face and slammed your lips onto his. You must of caught him off guard too because he dropped his beer can, and it made a loud noise as it hit the ground.

His hands roamed around your body as he leaned you up against the wall. You didn’t know why you were doing this. But deep down you wanted Harry to see that you didn’t want him, even when you did. You wanted him to feel hurt like you did.

Or maybe he wouldn’t you thought as David kissed down your neck to your chest. Maybe he had no feelings at all for you. That’s why he could so quickly go onto another girl, with you in the same fucking room.

“Fuck, I can take you right here.” You came back to reality when davids hand went up your dress to feel your slit. Your mind finally realized what was about to happen. And you’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how hurt you felt. Sleeping with another guy won’t help fix it. Especially if you don’t want you.

“No.” You say as you pushed his hands off from under your dress.

“Come on don’t be like this.” He continuing pushing his groin into yours. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.”

“I don’t just because I kissed you doesn’t mean I want your dick.” You finally push him off you completely.

“Fucking Bitch.” He spat in your face. You flipped him off and before you saw his reaction you headed towards the door. You pushed through people who were having a good time and dancing but you wanted to leave. You couldn’t stay here any longer. You felt your chest getting tight and your eyes starting to get wet.

You pretended you didn’t know why you felt like this. But you knew why. Harry.

You didn’t realize seeing him with another girl would make you feel so worthless. You knew you guys weren’t together but even so he always treated you like he was only seeing you. But you never really made it clear if this really had no strings attached. But apparently Harry had already.

You thought maybe today at the coffee shop that he wanted you more then just sleeping around with you.

And oh how stupid you were for thinking that.

You placed your hand on the cold brick outside the house, to try and calm down. You needed to get home and at this point you would just walk the 10 miles, if it meant not seeing Harry. So you started walking to the street.

But god wasn’t on your side tonight when you heard footsteps coming toward you.

“Y/N! Hey where you going I saw you run out?!” You turned around to see Harry coming toward you and you just wanted to disappear. You wipe your hands against your eyes to wipe all the fallen tears.

“I’m going home…” you told him and kept walking.

“Alright well I did take you here, so that means I can take you back, love.” You stiffened at the name.

“Well I couldn’t find you, after you left me for over an hour.” You snapped.

“I’m sorry.” He said coming closer to you and placing his hands on your shoulder. He was too close and all you wanted to do was lean into him but you didn’t. “Let me drive you. So I know you’ll get home safe.”

You got in the car because you actually didn’t know the way to get home and you were tired. All of tonight’s events came back to you and you refused to remember so you slowly drifted off to sleep. But what you didn’t realize was Harry slowly tracing circles in your hand making you sigh in comfort.

The sound of the engine turning off and the car coming to a complete stop had you stir from your sleep.

Your eyes finally opened as you turned to the Side and realized you weren’t at home. But at Harry’s.

“Why aren’t we at my house??” You quickly straightened up from your sleep position.

“I still had to repay you from coming tonight.” He said and you totally forgot about that. You honestly at this point didn’t care and wanted to leave. But at least you’ll get what you sacrificed for.

You walked up Harry’s stairs behind him until you reached his room. Your eyes quickly scanned the bed where you have doned many things that made your cheeks heat up. But you just cleared your throat and saw Harry open his top dresser draw and pulled out your underwear.

You snatched it from him with a small thank you before turning around to go back to the car. But then your bladder finally spoke after all those drinks.

“Can I use your bathroom before we leave?” You asked Harry.

He nodded and you made your way to the one in his room. “But we aren’t leaving.”


“I said we’re not leaving.” He repeats himself.

“Harry I have to go home.” You tell him.

“Not this late I can take you in the morning.” You looked over at his clock and it was 2am.

“You didn’t mind kicking me out the other night, after we slept together!.” Your voice wavered at the end more than you wanted. Your eyes went wide after you realized what you said, and you wanted to take it back. You didn’t want him to know you were hurt from that because now you know he has no feelings for you whatsoever.

Harry stood there not saying anything and you didn’t want to be in this situation any longer so you quickly went Inside his bathroom and locked it.

“Y/N open the door.” Harry knocked lightly as you sat on the toilet.

“No I’m using the bathroom.” He sighed but didn’t say anything else. Until after you flushed and was washing your hands. He asked again and you said you didn’t want to talk to him. That seemed to make him go away.

As the water was running you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw how tired and sad you looked. Dry tear marks were down your cheeks, your hair was a mess, and your lipstick was smeared. You placed your face in your hands and tried not to think about anything that happened tonight. But you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t realize you were crying until You felt hot tears in your hands. You felt frustrated with yourself for crying because you didn’t want Harry to see how much he hurt you. You’ve never felt this pain like this before.

It wasn’t pain like in 7th grade when You broke your foot. But pain in your chest, and it just made you feel like you were breaking into pieces.

Warm hands wrapped around your waist and you quickly looked up to see Harry behind you. You looked over at the door and saw a key, so he unlocked it. You tried to push away from him to just get some space but he wouldn’t let you.

“Harry I wanted some privacy.” You said between sniffles.

Harry looked down at you with a frown on his face. “I couldn’t have you in here crying, love. What’s wrong?” He slowly wiped the tears that were leaving your eyes like a waterfall. He didn’t like to see you so upset, it broke his heart.

You shook you head and looked at the tile floor. You didn’t know what to say.

Harry placed his finger under your chin so you can look at him. He started into your beautiful eyes and you looked into his forest green ones, almost getting lost in them.

“Come on you can tell me anything. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it for you.”

You almost laughed because you didn’t know if he actually could fix it.

“Harry, your breaking my heart. And I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You say through your tears.





Part 3:
Case Study - Chapter One

Roman Reigns/OC

Authors Note: Umm there is some smut in here. Can’t have TCD Roman in a fic without it! Enjoy.

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Monday – March 6, 2017

Virginia State University – Petersburg, VA

8:30 a.m.


“Each of you will be assigned a case study as your final project. This will determine whether you graduate with you Masters in Forensic Psychology or are back in my class next semester.”

My pen tapped against my bottom lip waiting for my professor, Dr. Hayes, to get to the good part of his lecture, Every chance I got I dropped hints to him about what pick I wanted for my case study. Being his top student, I hoped he would give me what I wanted.

“When we are finished here this morning I want you all to go home and take a good look at your files,” Dr. Hayes requested as he began to pass out large manila folders, “Now I am aware that most of you had a preference which I took into consideration. I think you will find that your picks are in order.”

The class of ten sat quietly, all of us waiting for him to continue.

“Well, the suspense is killing me. Go on and open them.”

The sound of paper and objects hitting the tables then audible gasps and groans filled the room. My file sat face down as I marveled my badge for a few seconds then sat it aside. Opening the folder containing my subject, I smiled knowing my pick would be staring back at me but I was wrong. My eyes widened at the name and photo staring back at me.


Roman Reigns.


Dr. Hayes tapped my table gathering my attention. “I know you wanted the Black Widow but I felt like that would be too easy for you, Anamaris. Reigns will give you the challenge, the Black Widow will not.

Jennifer Reid, also known as the Black Widow, sodomized and tortured more than forty-five men. She was always interesting to me. Jennifer looked like a girl next door, sweet and innocent.

“With all due respect, I don’t think that I can handle Roman Reigns.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could handle three months of sitting alone with Reigns.

“Don’t doubt yourself, Ana. I’ve got an abundance of faith in you.”

Dr. Hayes walked away without giving me a chance to rebuttal, returning to the podium at the front of the room fielding questions from the others in the room. I had started to drown their voices out, glancing over the file that sat in front of me. This man was six foot three (a foot and six inches taller than I) and weighed 265 pounds (145 pounds heavier than I). Little me sitting in a room, alone with a man that’s been convicted of killing a dozen of women.

“Alright class. This will be the last formal meeting unless something else comes up. The five of you who have males I will see you tomorrow morning at Marion Correctional Treatment Center at 9 a.m. And the five who have women, I will see you tomorrow morning at Fluvanna Correction Center at 10 a.m.”

Tuesday – March 7, 2017

Marion Correctional Treatment Center – Petersburg, VA

9:10 a.m.

After grocery shopping, I went home to my apartment to read over my files to prepare myself to meet Roman Reigns face to face. Dr. Hayes sent me links to a few of his court appearances and a section of the interrogation video. I thought watching the videos would help, they did nothing to ease my nerves and anxiousness.

“Alright, kiddos,” Dr. Hayes voice carried through the waiting area, “You’ve been briefed, you have everything you need and were taught emergency precautions. I will check on you weekly via email. If you need anything beyond that you all know where to find me. Good luck and stay safe.”

With those final words, we were directed to our designated areas. I was placed in one of the quiet rooms, there was no door just an open-door frame. I sat everything I felt I would need on the table while I waited on Roman to be brought in.

The guard brought him into the room with no cuffs, gave a nod and turned to stand with his back to us.

“Good morning, Mr. Reigns. Would you like to have a seat,” I asked softly.

His lips turned up into a smirk as his eyes moved to meet mine. He wore gray sweats and a crisp, white v-neck t-shirt. Hair pulled up on the crown of his head into a bun.

“Ladies first, Mrs. Shepard.”

“How did you know my name?”

Roman’s smirk grew into a big smile. “I know everything. Being in here stops nothing. Now,” he said pulling out my chair, “Your seat.”

With much caution, I took my seat allowing him to push my chair up under the table. Besides him killing all those women, Roman was very much the gentleman everyone who knew him claimed that he was. He took his seat placing both hands on the table.

“I’m not married,” I murmured flipping through my file.

“What was that?”

“I’m not married,” I repeated looking up at him. “You called me ‘Mrs.’. I’m not married.” He nodded with his gaze fixed on mine. “Call me Anamaris. Please.”

“Whatever your little heart desires, Anamaris.”

I cleared my throat trying to concentrate on my questions. “Mr. Reigns, you were committed for multiple counts of murder. Correct?”

He rubbed through his growing bread still smiling. “How many do they have me down for, Anamaris?”

“Six. You were convicted of six murders.” Hs brows rose as a whistle passed his lips as if he were impressed with the number. “Is there something amusing, Mr. Reigns?”

“Call me Roman,” he said leaning onto his arms that were propped on the table. “The number just always amazes me.”

“What are you saying? Are there more than six victims?”

“If I told you that then I’d have to kill you,” he asserted roughly, “Hell, I might just do that anyway.”

Before I could respond the guard called out Roman’s last name forcefully to which Roan laughed loudly and raised his hands in surrender.

“Just joking with the beautiful lady. Just jokes.”

Fidgeting in my seat, I watched Roman who was picking with his nails and tried to get back on track. I only had another hour with him today just to get acquainted.

“Tell me about yourself, Roman. What was it like for you growing up?”

“I know what you’re expecting and that’s not it, babygirl.” Roman looked me in the eyes, no trace of emotion behind them. “An older sister and brother. We grew up in a two-parent home, upper middle class family. All three of us played sports, got good grades and all that good stuff. I’m the baby of the bunch but I’m in the middle when it comes to my cousins.”

“So you’ve got a big family? That must have been fun,” I suggested with a smile. This was the first time I had smiled at him the whole time we were in the room together.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, Ana. You should do it more often.”

“Thank you, Roman. But about your family. Was it fun?”

Leaning back in his seat, his hands dropped to his lap and he got this far away look in his eyes. His family from what I read meant a lot to him, the tattoo that started from his wrist ending on his pectoral proved that much.

“It was more than fun. It was life, Anamaris. We didn’t need friends because we have each other. Nobody messed with us big bad Samoans either. Not even our girl cousins,” he explained with a smile.

“Big bad what now?” I asked intrigued by his words.

“Samoans,” he repeated slowly. “You like that, do you?”

“Just asking for clarification, Roman. You’re also Italian, correct?”

“Someone’s done their homework,” he laughed giving her a pointed look. “But I think it’s a little unfair that you know so much about you and I know so little about you.”

I shrugged looking behind Roman to the guard, who was doing a terrible job at acting like he wasn’t listening.

“I don’t really know what there is to say. I’m the youngest with three older siblings. I cheered and did gymnastics until I got my Bachelor’s degree. I’m going to be graduating with my Masters in June. That’s pretty much it.”

“Is there a boyfriend?” He seemed interested in what I had to say. That or he is very good at hiding the truth.

“No. and from what I’ve read you haven’t had a girlfriend since,” I trailed off remembering what happened.

“Since when,” he pushed leaning forward once again.

“Since she um since she found out that you killed her best friend, Destiny.’

“And how did I kill her, Anamaris? In detail, I know you’ve got it. I wanna hear the words fall from those pretty lips of yours.”

“You were waiting in her house after she had gotten home from work, you choked her with your bare hands until you broke her neck,” I said reciting what I had read in his file, “You left her on the floor of her bedroom. Her eyes were wide open.”

Roman stretched his hands out in front of him, opening and closing them. The veins in his hands and arms were becoming more and more prominent. I had gotten lost watching the act, Dr. Hayes had done a terrible service giving this case study to me.

“You better watch yourself, Ms. Shepard. Get too comfortable and you’ll end up like the rest of those women,” the guard yelled from the door.

“With all due respect, this has nothing to do with you and if I had any worried about my safety I would have already left this room. I would appreciate it if you would let me do what I am here to do.” I spoke with authority in my voice I didn’t need that guard messing up the rapport I had with Roman. One wrong word and he would shut down just like he did when he was interrogated. If I wanted to get graduate, I needed to keep Roman open to me.

The guard chuckled fixing his belt. “All I’m sayin’ is, this one here clearly doesn’t know how to control his emotions around pretty women like yourself. Probably embarrassed that his size don’t add up.”

Fire in his eyes, Roman stood from the table ready to lash out on the guard. I jumped up from my seat to rush around the table, putting my hands on his chest to stop him from going any further. Knowing that he could have easily thrown me out of his way, I caught his eye so that he would look away from the offending guard. The fire had started to die down in his eyes, but there was still a blaze there.

“Just focus, Roman. Focus on me.” I whispered ignoring the guard’s laughter.

Gently removing my hands from his chest, Roman moved around me and towards the door. I bit my lip hoping he didn’t lash out at the guard. If he lashed out my case study would be down the drain and I would be stuck by default retaking Dr. Hayes class in the fall. Instead of retaliating Roman let the guard know that he was ready to go back to his room leaving me by myself.

Wednesday – March 8, 2017

Marion Correctional Treatment Center

9:20 a.m.

Before meeting with Roman, I went to my supervising psychologist, Dr. Evans, to talk about the event that had taken place the day before. I didn’t leave his office until he agreed to put us in a more private place and the guard switched with another. In no way was I going to allow some incompetent guard ruin my semester.

After much deliberation, Roman and I were moved to a closed off quiet room. I went in with the understanding that there were no cameras and a door that I could close to give us more privacy. Dr. Evans understood how important this study was to me and accommodated me accordingly. However, his decision did not come without an understanding. I was given a hand-held alarm just in case Roman tried something to make me feel unsafe but he couldn’t give a reaction time.

“You know if you wanted to be alone with me all you had to do was tell me,” Roman joked making his presence known.

I asked him to close the door then took a seat on top of plain wooden desk

“I suggested we have more privacy. We don’t need anyone antagonizing you and making my work harder.”

“Is that right,” he asked causally.”

Roman was dressed the same as yesterday, only he wore light gray instead of white with his gray sweatpants. He walked closer to me, taking slow strides his eyes never leaving mine. He sighed as he braced himself on the table, hands on the side of each of my thighs.

“You’re very close, Roman. Too close.”

“If I’m too close then press your button. I know you have one, Anamaris. Press it,” he whispered putting his forehead against mine, “Unless you’re not scared.”

Turning my head away from him, I inhaled deeply gathering myself. Having him this close to me it was easy to see how he charmed the other victims. No one was able to tell him anything other than what he wanted to hear.

“I know when you went home yesterday you thought about what that guard said. It probably kept you up all night.” Roman’s nosed trailed up her neck to her ear where he bit down gently. “You wanna know if what he said was true and I’m more than willing to show you that it’s not.”

“Roman, we need to get back to work. I’m only here a little while longer.”

He groaned, moving to look me in my eyes putting his forehead back against mine. “You’re here until 4pm. After I show you what you want to know, we can go back to talking.” Roman didn’t wait for my answer, he started to left the hem of my dress slowly. He growled lowly in appreciation of my purple lace thong once was dress was around my hips. “You wore this dress on purpose. You want me, don’t you? I could tell by the way you look at me.”

“I thought my dress was cute is all.” My voice was above a whisper, going completely mute when I felt his fingers rub slowly over my clit. I gripped his biceps tightly, digging my nails into them.

“Right, Ana. We don’t have a lot of time as you said so let’s make this quick. Shall we?” Roman smiled wickedly as he pulled my thong off and placed it in his pocket. Pulling me to the edge of the desk by the backs of my thighs, he opened my legs wide giving me a glance before letting go.

Was I really about to let this serial killer fuck me, I thought to myself.

“Don’t think about it. Just relax for a second.”

Looking down, I saw that he had pulled his dick out of his sweats not bothering to push them down. It would be easy for him to slip it back in just in case someone came in, he was covered. Roman held my legs up as he slowly pushed inside of me. My pussy was having involuntary spasms as it was grabbing hold of his dick. From the look on Roman’s face, I thought he might lose it before he even got all the way inside of me.

“Fuck,” I moan softly. “You’re too big.”

“Mmm, just relax,” he whispered moving his right hand up to my throat. He squeezed gently. The action alerted me, my hands instinctively went to his wrists. Roman began to slide slowly in and out, while making a circling motion that really stimulated my clit ignoring me pulling on his wrist. “You wanna know how I killed the second girl? What was her name,” he grunted moving his left thumb to my clit rubbing harshly. “Oh, it was Dana.”

My hands fell to my nipples pinching them as I watched him concentrate on pumping in and out of me. Roman then groaned and said, “Yeah, I like to see that. Where was I?”

“Stop talking about,” I panted loudly, “Dana. Just do it, Roman.”

He choked me harder, leaving me gasping for air as he thrusted harder into me. “You wanted to talk, we’re multi-tasking, babygirl. As I was saying,” he said pushing my back flat onto the desk. “I was fucking her and I realized that she had to die. She fit and it hit me right before I came.” His hand left my throat, trailing down my body to my clit my back arching from his touch. His other hand kept me still as I writhed up under him. “I was nice and let her come,” he whispered.

My orgasm came rushing through me all at once, I tried to focus one on thing but his actions wouldn’t allow it. Roman continued to fuck me and choke me through my orgasm his eyes boring down into mine. If it weren’t for him choking, I would have screamed out forgetting about those outside the door, all I could do was groan through my gasps.

“Just as she came down, I squeezed tighter and kept fucking her. I squeezed and squeezed,” he groaned as his strokes became faster and sloppier. Roman kept squeezing, choking me harder as he spoke in a breathy tone. Tears fell from eyes as my fear set in. “Just as I came, she stopped breathing.” He pulled me up by my throat so we were nose to nose as he came. He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath but his grip on my throat never faltered. My hands went to his wrists again, digging my nails into his wrists and wiggling against him.

“Shh. Shh,” he whispered in my ear. “I know you’re scared, don’t be. If I wanted to kill you, baby, you’d be dead already.”

Slowly, he removed his hands from my throat then pulled out of me, sighing at the feeling. With my hand to my chest, I coughed and gasped for air. I hopped off of the desk trying to push him out of my way but he wouldn’t move.

“Now, now, Anamaris. Don’t tell me you’re scared, I was only doing what you wanted—talking.”

Roman moved to pull my dress down but I slapped his hands away, fixing it myself. He laughed and continued to help me get myself together. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so I would look at him. We looked into each other’s eyes for few seconds until a look of clarity crossed his face.

“You liked it but you’re scared, babygirl.” He leaned in, his mouth close to my ear. “I like that. I like that you know I could kill you or fuck you at any moment. Maybe both.”

“Please, don’t,” I whispered staring back at him.

“Not right now, Ana. We’ve got a lot to talk about, beautiful,” he said walking away and over to the sofa. “Come on and sit. We can do what you want now.”

“I think I’m gonna leave early.”

“Get over here now or I’ll change my mind and snap your neck.”

His spoke in a different tone. A lot meaner and rougher than I had heard before. He didn’t even talk to any of the detectives that way. When I looked over at him, he was staring up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. Carefully, I walked to the sofa, sitting as far away from him as I could.

“I have trouble controlling my anger, I’m sorry. I don’t get much company and I like yours,” he said in a much nicer tone. “I don’t want you to leave yet.”

“Threatening me isn’t how you get me to stay. And you can’t scare me like that then expect me to want to stay, Roman.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, “It’s who I am.”

“Tell me about the real you so that I can understand,” I told him putting my knee up on the sofa.

“It’s a long story,” he sighed.

“And we’ve got nothing but time. I’m listening.”

12 aug 2017 • saturday

🎶 who are you - sam kim

13/100 days of productivity

more studying today!! one more section and i’m done ahhhhh.

in case y’all were wondering, i don’t actually have a proper studying desk so i use my dining table or my piano top for studying. i have guests over and they’re really noisy, so i’m just hiding in my room with my piano now and avoiding them so they don’t start talking to me ;-;

Tyler Seguin - Sensitive (Requested)

Originally posted by puckinginsane

A/N: Hey Anon hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget requests are open guys :)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 623

Request: Tyler Seguin where he’s teasing you about something in a flirty way?

You tried to hold back your tears, you really did but once the movie got a little sad you were in tears. 

“Babe, are you crying?” Tyler laughed from behind you. You had managed to convince him to spend his rainy day off watching movies with you. It was really relaxing and nice to just spend some down time with Tyler in the middle of the season but he had a knack for laughing at the fact that you were very sensitive.  
“I’m not crying; I just have something in my eye,” you said as you wiped away tears. You could feel Tyler’s body shaking behind you as he tried to hold back his laugh. He was sitting in the corner of the sectional in your living room with his legs stretched out. You were sitting between his legs with your back resting on his chest. Cash was resting at your feet while Marshal with laying on the other section of the couch. 

“Baby you are one of the most sensitive people I have ever met,” he said as he kissed the top of your head. It was true, you were particularly sensitive and cried at some point during most movies. You couldn’t help that your heart went out to the characters in difficult situations. 

“It’s not my fault I have a big heart and you have a small one” you pouted.

“I don’t need a heart, you have enough for the both of us” he answered quickly.

"And apparently you got to take all the humor to replace your heart,” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah and you have all the beauty,” he said sincerely. 

“So smooth Mr. Seguin” you smiled and turned to kiss him. 

“That’s my middle name, Tyler Smooth Seguin” he answered while wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and tried to get up but Tyler’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and kept you glued to him. “Where do you think you’re going my little crybaby?” he said as he buried his head in your hair. 

“To get a snack and change the movie, since you laughed at me I’m forcing you to watch The Notebook. I’d like to see you get through that movie without shedding a tear” you said, finally getting Tyler to release you. You went over to the kitchen a pulled a couple snacks out of the pantry. When you got back to the living room Tyler was playing around on the floor with Cash. 

“I think we need a movie break,” he said as he played fight with Cash.

“Oh no mister you’re not getting out of this one,” you said putting the snacks on the coffee table. You grabbed a bottle of water and some popcorn and crawled onto the couch.  

Tyler laughed as he came to join you. You were stretched out with your legs resting on Tyler’s, his hands resting on your thighs. 

“No funny business, you’re watching this movie,” you said as you eyed him. He had a childish grin on his face and put his hands up in mock surrender.  

“Alright, fine miss bossy pants. I’m promising you that I won’t cry, you’ll probably cry but I’m a big tough hockey player” he said with a big smile.
It took about 1 hour and twenty minutes plus Ryan Gosling have a freak-out to get Tyler’s sensitive side out. You watched his face closely as a particularly sad scene played on the screen and you saw one lonely tear escape Tyler’s eye and roll down his cheek. 

“Looks like you have a little more heart than you thought you did,” you said softly as you leaned forward to wiped the tear away. 

“Yeah well whatever heart I do have just know it’s all for you”

Essays in Existentialism: Blind

Clarke is a painter, and Lexa is blind so she has never seen her art.

“Down,” Lexa stated as she took her seat at an empty table. It was her empty table, and she trusted it to stay as such. 

“Here you go, professor,” a familiar voice came from her right as she began to take her coat off amidst the hustle and bustle of the warm coffee house. “I saw you coming in. Figured I’d save you and Franklin a trip up front.” 

“Thanks, Ms. Booth. How’s your paper coming?” Lexa smiled towards the voice as her hands found the cup of her favourite coffee on the table. 

“Good. I’m excited for tomorrow’s lecture,” the barista promised. “We’re still on for office hours before class, right?” 

“Of course.” 


“Please tell Mr. Hopkins that I look forward to his paper as well, and he’s welcome to office hours if he isn’t too busy hiding in the corner.” Though the teacher didn’t see it, the boy behind the counter burned bright red and furrowed, still accumulating evidence that his professor was indeed either not blind, as she stated, or a superhero. 

“Have a nice afternoon, professor,” the waitress smiled, sharing a look with her coworker. 

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