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Death of a Bachelor starters

VICTORIOUS.

‘ tonight we are victorious. ’
‘ all my friends were glorious. ’
‘ let me be your killer king. ’
‘ it hurts until it stops. ’
‘ my touch is black and poisonous. ’
‘ I know you need it. do you feel it ? ’
‘ drink the water, drink the wine. ’
‘ we gotta turn up the crazy. ’
‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’
‘ I taste like magic. ’
‘ Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. ’
‘ 50 words for murder and I’m every one of them. ’

DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

‘ it’s a hell of a feeling, though. ’
‘ who are these people ? ’
‘ I just woke up in my underwear. ’
‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’
‘ there’s no such thing as getting out of hand. ’
‘ memories tend to just pop up. ’
‘ don’t think I’ll ever get enough. ’
‘ champagne, cocaine, gasoline– and most things in between. ’
‘ I roam the city in a shopping cart. ’
‘ this night is heating up. ’
‘ raise hell and turn it up. ’
‘ If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe. ’
‘ don’t threaten me with a good time. ’
‘ what are these footprints? they don’t look very human-like. ’
‘ Now I wish that I could find my clothes. ’
‘ I wanna wake up, can’t even tell if this is a dream. ’
‘ how did we end up in my neighbor’s pool ? ’

HALLELUJAH.

‘ A moment you’ll never remember, and a night you’ll never forget. ’
‘ Show praise with your body. ’
‘ Say your prayers. ’
‘ My life started the day I got caught. ’
‘ the time for being sad is  over. ’
‘ you miss them like you miss no other. ’
‘ being blue is better than being over it. ’
‘ I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing. ’
‘ I love the things you hate about yourself. ’
‘ just finished a daydream. ’
‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’
‘ I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars. ’
‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’

EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES.

‘ finders keepers, losers weepers. ’
‘ welcome to the end of eras. ’
‘ dress me up and watch me die. ’
‘ if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. ’
‘ you just might see a ghost tonight. ’
‘ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’
‘ I’m taking back the crown. ’
‘ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’
‘ I see what’s mine and take it. ’
‘ so close, I can taste it. ’
‘ I’m so much more than royal. ’
‘ Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. ’
‘ welcome to my world of fun. ’

DEATH OF A BACHELOR.

‘ do I look lonely ? ’
‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’
‘ maybe I lost weight. ’
‘ I’m playing hooky with the best of the best. ’
‘ I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall. ’
‘ how could I ask for more ? ’
‘ a lifetime of laughter and the expense of the death of a bachelor. ’
‘ it feels like my heart is going to burst. ’
‘ and when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had ? ’
‘ share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad. ’

CRAZY=GENIUS.

‘ you can set yourself on fire. ’
‘ you dance on a tightrope of weird. ’
‘ but when I wake up you’re so normal that you just disappear. ’
‘ there’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes. ’
‘ then I’m a fucking arsonist. ’
‘ I’m a rocket scientist. ’
‘ you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn. ’
‘ you’re never gonna learn. ’
‘ Darlin’, you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue. ’
‘ other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice. ’
‘ the cut of your love never hurts. ’

LA DEVOTEE.

‘ you got two black eyes from loving too hard. ’
‘ I wouldn’t change you. ’
‘ I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave. ’
‘ just another LA devotee. ’
‘ I couldn’t change you. ’
‘ I couldn’t ever make you see. ’

GOLDEN DAYS.

‘ I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop. ’
‘ boy, he was something debonair in 1979. ’
‘ and she had Farrah Fawcett hair. ’
‘ don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade ? ’
‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
‘ time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away. ’
‘ Right now our future’s certain. ’
‘ I won’t let it fade away. ’

THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE DIRTY.

‘ truth is that it was always going to end. ’
‘ if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. ’
‘ And if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty. ’
‘ I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. ’
‘ don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education. ’
‘ there’s only two ways that these things can go. ’
‘ how was I to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges ? ’
‘ I got the final judgement. ’
‘ you’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like. ’
‘ but I’m not gonna think about that right now. ’
‘ all our friends want us to fall in love. ’

HOUSE OF MEMORIES.

‘ the lonely moments just get lonelier, the longer you’re in love. ’
‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’
‘ baby, we built this house on memories. ’
‘ promise me a place in your house of memories. ’
‘ I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would. ’
‘ you were just too kind. ’
‘ I was too young to know. ’
‘ that’s all that really matters. ’
‘ I was a fool. ’
‘ those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me. ’
‘ I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me. ’
‘ will you remember me in the same way as I remember you ? ’

IMPOSSIBLE YEAR.

‘ there’s no sunshine. ’
‘ all the guests at the party, they’re so insincere. ’
‘ these nightmares always hang on past the dream. ’

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog! Can I make a request? MC's child comes home after being bullied in school and tried to hide it! How do the RFA(Saeran+V) think or do after finding out their child is being bullied?

( `ε´ ) I’ve def had to be mc in a few of these situations for my lil bro.


Zen

- It took a while before the two of you noticed. Your daughter always came home from school smiling and hugging the both of you.

- It was a normal habit that you would help her with her homework, but tonight as you helped her look for it, tears sprang in her eyes.

- “Aw, honey, did you accidentally leave it at school? It’s okay, accidents happen. We can try and email your teacher, okay?”

- When she kept crying, that’s when you got worried and started asking her what was wrong.

- After a few attempts at calming herself, she messily blubbered out that the kids at school had thrown her homework away again.

- Again?? What??

- You start cuddling her in your lap, rubbing her back as she sobs. “What do you mean? Honey, are the other kids bothering you?”

- She explains how they bully her- Throwing away her homework and calling her names. They won’t even play with her at recess anymore. And apparently it’s due to her white hair and eyes.

- When Zen comes home to find both of his girls looking upset while cuddling on the couch, he’s instantly ready to Fight.

- After calming your daughter down, the two of you let her play in her room while the two of you talk. You explaining everything to Zen.

- He Is Pissed. He wants to give a piece of his mind to the parents and their kids while you want a more peaceful approach.

- It’s not that you’re not mad, you’re fucking pissed too, but you need to be levelheaded about this if you want something done.

- So on a day you know Zen is busy, you set up a meeting with her teacher to discuss what is happening. You manage to resolve the situation, saying that if it keeps up you will be talking to the principal, but otherwise it should be taken care of.

- Later that day the two of you take your daughter out for a nice outing to take her mind off of things, constantly telling her how much the two of you love her.

Jumin

- The two of you noticed your son was a bit more irritable than usual. Nowadays he just instantly went to his room after school, only coming out for dinner.

- Jumin was worried instantly. More than you because you just thought it was part of him growing up.

- Jumin ended up going and trying to talk to him but….Unfortunately, your son was a big momma’s boy… He hardly would talk to Jumin.

- After Jumin getting a bit annoyed, you kissed him on the cheek and took a try at getting your son to talk.

- You popped in and tried making a silly face, which made him try to keep acting stern and hide his giggle.

- You sat on his bed and ruffled his hair, asking him why he was so angry lately.

- “The other kids keep laughing at me because my math scores are low… That I won’t  be able to be as smart as dad when I grow up…”

- Is this how rich kids made fun of eachother? You asked him how smart he thought your were.

- “Super smart! You always know what to do.”

- Pfft. You laughed a bit and explained that when you were younger, your math scores were terrible. You even had gotten a failing grade in one class before.

- His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What??”

- It was easy sailing from there. You managed to cheer him up pretty quickly, and soon he was fussing about how the other kids had no idea what they were talking about.

- (Yeah…He was Jumin’s son alright…)

- After the talk ended, you left to explain what happened to Jumin. He instantly wanted to take this up with the school board (Jumin calm, jeez), but you talked him out of that quickly.

- It wasn’t any hardcore bullying, and soon your son started perking up after school.

Jaehee

- Sometimes when your son came home, he’d be a bit teary-eyed. Just once in a while, and he usually said he was just sleepy and needed a nap.

- When it started happening nearly every day, you felt something was wrong. 

- Everything was confirmed when you decide to meet him where his bus lets him off, and you hear the other kids jeering at him.

- As soon as the two of you get inside, you give him a big hug and call Jaehee over.

- “Sweetie, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

- He ends up breaking down and talking about how the other kids make fun of him on the bus. They’re all older and tease him constantly push him around.

- Jaehee instantly wants to talk to the school and figure out why in the world this is allowed, but you end up taking matters into your own hands.

- The next day you wait for your son to get off the bus, and before the bus doors can close you call out to the bus driver.

- After a stern lecture and a few curses when you weren’t taken seriously, you finally got the situation settled when you threatened to bring it up with the school board and possibly get the driver fired.

- (Jaehee is v impressed)

- Afterwards, Jaehee makes him a frappe while all of you go out and buy him a few new toys.


Yoosung

- Your daughter grew up in a very….geeky home.

- She was introduced to games and the like very early on, and wore a lot of clothing related to the stuff.

- She normally didn’t have a problem about it, but one day she ended up coming home from school, trying to stop herself from crying.

- The two of you were on her in an instant, gently asking what had happened.

- “Mommy, why couldn’t I be like the other girls??”

-….?? What??

- Apparently, the kids in her class were making fun of her for not wearing make-up or dressing all girly like the girls in her class

- (She’s…Too young for make-up!)

- You’re upset, but surprisingly Yoosung is very calm about the situation.

- He ends up getting on his knees and holding your daughter’s shoulders.

- He asks her about certain female characters in games, the ones that saved the day and was the heroines of the games she had played.

- “Do you think they cared what others thought of them?”

- “N-No…”

- “That’s right. Even when others made fun of them, told them they couldn’t save the galaxy, they didn’t care! They kept their head up and kept on going!”

-Oh my god. 

- But…It was helping. Your daughter slowly stopped crying, and then she stomped her foot down.

- “I’m going to be just like Shepard!!” She shouted, balling her fists up and looking stern. “Fuck those guys!”

- Omg, no, sweetie. 

- Now it was your turn for a talk on how she wasn’t ready to say words like that (Gdi Yoosung)

- Regardless, in the end, Yoosung’s little pep talk ended up helping her ignore the kids teasing her.

Seven

- Any child of Seven’s was bound to grow up just as quirky as he was.

- Your daughter loved computers and robots, and mainly boy related things, but she was funny as well.

- Just not funny like the kids her age was used too. Mainly..’Seven’ funny…

- She usually got along with others well. She was able to make them laugh, and she had a few friends.

- But one day over dinner, she opened up about a boy calling her weird and ugly.

- The two of you instantly stopped eating, ready to shower her with compliments and assurances that she wasn’t any of that.

-…But apparently she didn’t need that. “It’s okay, I just kicked him in the shin and he shut up.”

- Oh my god. Seven busted out laughing, but you ended up telling her not to kick anyone again if she could help it.

- Soon, she began opening up about the ways the kids tried bullying her.

- “He called me weird, so I turned around and called him illiterate. He looked really confused, so I was all ‘Sorry, i thought we were stating the obvious.’”

- Seven laughed every time, and the two of you were proud she wasn’t letting the other kids bother her too much. She was going to grow up very strong-willed.

V

- The two of you thought everything was fine until your son had a huge attitude one night. He even started yelling at V! Something he never did!

- “Everyone was right! You’re just as dumb as you look!!” And bam, he ran to his room in a fit of tears.

- Both you and V were very confused. (V even asked if he was wearing his shirt wrong or something.)

- Slowly, you entered your son’s room, calmly asking if you could talk to him.

- After him hugging a pillow to death, he finally said all the kids were making fun of him for his dad being blind.

- (Why are kids so mean??)

- “Why can’t he go get his eyes fixed already? Does he just not want to see me?”

- Aw baby… You hugged him close and just told him how V couldn’t really have his eyes fixed like that. And he could see, just a bit, but it was harder on him now that time had passed.

- He ended up crying for a while from stress, from the kids bullying him, from his dad not being able to see well.

- After a while when he calmed down, you let him sleep as you went and explained everything to V.

- He felt a bit guilty that his son felt that way, but you were quick to explain it was just due to all the stress of the bullying.

- The next day, after school, all three of you sat and had a big family talk. Mainly V talking, but you all sorted out any misconceptions. The talk ended up making your son hug onto V and cry and apologize, but at least a few things were settled.

- The rest of the talk was giving advice to your son. To tell the teachers when this happened, to tell the principal or you two if it got worse, a few tips on how to handle it.

- During the weekend, V ended up making a call to ‘Uncle Jumin’ and being able to spoil your son for the weekend to cheer him up.

Saeran

- Every time your daughter had to go to school, be picked up early, dropped off late, you were the one who always took her.

- You never really thought anything of it, but one day she asked why her dad never did so.

- Honestly…You just never asked him, you were fine doing it yourself, and he didn’t mind either.

- “The other kids don’t think I have a dad…”

- (Kid logic…)

- You ended up laughing, but when you noticed she looked sad about it, you quickly stopped.

- “Does dad not like seeing me?”

- Aw, baby. The kids had her thinking her dad didn’t like her.

- After reassuring her that her dad was just a bit shy, you sent her to bed and talked to Saeran about it.

- He just said the two of you would start taking turns.

- So the next day, you let Saeran pick her up from school while you went out grocery shopping.

- You weren’t expecting a phone call, but you answered it as you shopped.

- “Yeah, uh… I don’t think they kids are going to say anything anymore.”

- ???

- Apparently, the kids saw him and instantly clammed up. Your daughter even ended up sticking her tongue out at them after she hugged her dad. 

- Oh my god. The two of you laughed about it.

- “So, are you guys home?”

- “Oh, no. I stopped by the ice cream parlor-”

- “What? No! Saeran! Dinner!! Don’t ruin her appetite!”

- “….Can we push dinner an hour?”

- “God damnit.”

King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: Anthony, or Pan as he is known, is the leader of the messy gang of Lost Boys. He takes a particular interest that borders on feelings, and yet remember: love? He has never heard of it. 

Warnings: Alcohol! Swearing! Probably drugs! They’re Hoodlums™! 

Words: 6,451 (listen…kill me)

A/N: Day 3 of the Write-A-Thon already? Oh my goodness. So when I started this Peter Pan AU, I had no idea how it was going to go. Apparently, that meant this huge mess. This will be a three part series! Thank you to @hamilbye for letting me use her as a wonderful wingwoman in our story! Enjoy. 


The Lost Boys were a charming band of beautiful boys from the wrong side of town. They were the people your parents ushered you away from on the sidewalk, the boisterous laughs in the town square, the ones who spray-painted “the world is ours” on the water tower. They were the bad kids, the ones who smoked cigarettes when the lunch bell rang, the ones who barely made a celebrity appearance in class, and the ones who the students both idolized and feared. They called themselves the Lost Boys because that’s who they were: perpetually wandering the earth, purposeless, wild and free, made of ivy plants, cigarette smoke, sunshine, whiskey and worn leather jackets.

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Disney Villain Sentence Starters

Evil Queen

“Silence! You know the penalty if you fail.”
“I’ll share a secret with you. This is no ordinary ____, it’s a magic wishing ____.”
“One bite, and all your dreams will come true.”
“Now, make a wish, and take a bite.”
“I’ll fix ya! I’ll crush your bones!”
“All alone, my pet?”

Strombolli

“There! This will be your home - where I can find you always!”
“You will make lots of money… For me!”
“QUIET! Shut up before I *knock* you silly!”

Lady Tremaine

“Well, I see no reason why you can’t go… if you get all your work done.”
“Get up. Quick, this instant! We haven’t a moment to lose!”
“You clumsy little fool!”
“Oh. Well, don’t just stand there. Bring up the breakfast trays at once, and hurry!”
“Hold your tongue! Now, it seems we have time on our hands.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer to eat when all the work is done?” 
“What on earth have you’ve been doing?”
“It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.”
“I forbid you to do this!”
“How charming, how perfectly charming.”
“Why? Because YOU are *young*, and *innocent*, and *good*, and I…”
“And so, I lived unhappily ever after.”

Queen of Hearts/Red Queen

“I warn you, child… if I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand?”
“Your way? All ways here are my ways!”
Curtsy while you’re thinking. It saves time.”
“How would you like to have your head hacked off?”
“Never mind him/her. (S)he’s mad.”
“It is far better to be feared than loved.”

Captain Hook

“Thank you, me dear, you’ve been most helpful.”
“So passes on a worthy opponent.”
“Good, then let’s have at it!”
“And that’s why I asked you over, my dear.”
“A jealous female can be tricked into anything.”
“Oh, a little persuasion might be in order.”

Maleficent

“Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you - you, the destined hero(ine) of a charming fairy tale come true.”
“Oh, they’re hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil.”
“Touch the spindle. Touch it I say!”
“You poor, simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me.
Well, here’s your precious *(prince)ss*!”
“Are you sure you searched everywhere?”
“I must say, I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.”
“Oh dear! What an awkward situation.”
“This curse will last till the end of time! No power on ____ can change it!”
“I like you begging. Do it again.”

Cruella DeVil

“You can’t possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves.”
“Come now, I’m being more than generous.”
“Do as you like with them! Drown them!”
“But I warn you, ____, we’re through. I’m through with all of you! I’ll get even. Just wait.”
“I’ve got no time to argue. I tell you, it’s got to be done tonight!”
So they thought they could outwit ____?”
“What kind of sycophant are you?”
“We lose more women to marriage than war, famine, and disease.”
“Darling, red isn’t your color.”
“Be sure to let me know when the blessed event occurs.”
“My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored.”

Madame Mim

“Now, first of all, if you don’t mind, I’ll make the rules.”
“Sounds like someone’s sick. How lovely.”
“So, my boy/girl, I’m afraid I’ll have to destroy you.”
“Yeah, I-I’ll give you a sporting chance. I’m mad about games, you know.”
“And (s)he must see something good in you.”

Shere Khan

“I can’t be bothered with that, I have no time for that nonesense.”
“Perhaps. But at the moment I’m searching for a ____.”
“Why should you run? Is it possible that you don’t know who I am?
Precisely. And you should know that everyone runs from ____.”
“Ah, you have spirit for one so small.”
“Now, I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten. It makes the chase more interesting… for me.” 
“Does my face not remind you of what grown man can do?”
“All I ask for is one thing and you denied me. Well that ends now.” 

Edgar

“You’re going to ____ if it’s the last thing I do.”

Sheriff of Nottingham

Now, take it easy, ____, I’m just doing my duty.
Listen, ____, you’re mighty preachy and you’re gonna preach your neck right into a hangman’s noose.

Prince John

“____, with you around, who needs a court jester?”
“You’re never around when I need you!”
“I told you never to mention ____’s name!”
“Get out of that if you can.”
“I sentence you to sudden, instant, and even immediate death!”
“My dear, emotional lady, why should I?”
“Young love, your pleads have not fallen upon a heart of stone. But traitors must die!”
“This crown gives me a feeling of power! Power! Forgive me a cruel chuckle. Heh-heh-heh. Power.”
“Stop sniveling and hold still.”

Madame Medusa

“You must gain their confidence… make them like you.”
“Now, I’m going to let bygones be bygones. Do you know what would make Auntie/Uncle ____ very happy?”
“Of course, you have. But we must try harder, mustn’t we?”
“Adopted? What makes you think anyone would want a homely little girl/boy like you?”
“Not until you get the diamond!”

Amos Slad

“Watch it, that thing’s loaded.”
“____, get back in there before I break your other leg.”

The Horned King

“You’ve interfered for the last time!”
“Perhaps it would interest you to see what fate has in store for you.”

Ratigan

“Oh, my dear ____. I’m afraid that you’ve gone and upset me. You know what happens when someone upsets me.”
“You don’t know what a delightful dilemma it was, trying to decide on the most appropriate method for your demise.”
“Oh, I had so many ingenious ideas I didn’t know which to choose. So I decided to use them all.”
“You should have chosen your friends more carefully.”
“All will bow before me!”

Sykes

“Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days, ____.”
“So, ____. Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make ____ happy?”
“If you don’t have my money…”
“Now, I lent you some money, and I don’t see it. Do you know what happens when I don’t see my money, ____?”

Ursula

“So much for true love!”
“My dear, sweet child. That’s what I do. It’s what I live for, to help unfortunate ___, like yourself, poor souls with no one else to turn to.”
“It’s she who holds her tongue who gets her man.”
“Oh, and there is one more thing. We haven’t discussed the subject of payment. You can’t get something for nothing, you know.”

Gaston

“It’s not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting *ideas*, and *thinking*…”
“How can you read this? There’s no pictures!”
“This is the day your dreams come true.”
“Say you’ll marry me.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had *feelings* for this monster.”
“It’s over, ____! ____ is mine!”

Jafar

“You will order ____ to marry me.”
“____ *will* marry me!”
“You’re speechless, I see. A fine quality in a wife.”
“I am your master now!
“Trust me, my friend. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Scar

“Life’s not fair, is it?”
“And you… shall never see the light of another day.”
“Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret.”
“Oh, no, ____. Perhaps *you* shouldn’t turn your back on *me*.”
“Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all.”
“And remember… it’s our little secret.”
“Oooh… I quiver with *fear*…”
“I’m *surrounded* by idiots.”
“Run. Run away, and never return.”

Governor Ratcliffe

“I’ll have your head for this!”
“How dare you!”
“Well, I’ll just have to take it/you by force then, won’t I?”
“This is my land!”
“I make the laws here!”
“That’s what guns are for.”
“A mans not a man unless he knows how to shoot.”

Frollo

“How dare you defy me!”
“Mark my words, —, you will pay for this insolence.”
“Look at that disgusting display.”
“I know you helped him/her escape.”
“You idiot! That wasn’t kindness, it was cunning!”
“Dear boy/girl, whomever are you talking to?”
“I think… you’re hiding something.”
“I’ll find her/him. I’ll find her/him if I burn down all of ____!”
“And this my thanks for taking you in and raising you as my son/daughter?”
“These people are traitors, and must be made examples of.”
“I can save you from the flames of this world, and the next. Choose me, or the fire.”
“You’ve chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless. Set one foot outside, and you’re mine.”
“You don’t know what it’s like out there. I do. I do.”

Hades

“So you took care of him, huh? “Dead as a doornail.” Weren’t those your *exact* words?”
“Okay, fine, fine. I’m cool. I’m fine.”
“I need somebody who can… handle him/her as a (wo)man.”
“Well, you know, that’s good because that’s what got you into this jam in the first place, isn’t it?”
“You sold your soul to me to save your boyfriend/girlfriend’s life. And how does this creep/bitch thank you? By running off with some babe.”
“(S)he hurt you real bad, didn’t (s)he, ___? Huh?”
“We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. What do you say? Come on.”
“____, ____, ____, my sweet deluded little minion. Aren’t we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial little, tiny detail? I own you!”
“____, listen. Do you hear that sound? It’s the sound of your freedom, fluttering away, *forever*!”
“I can’t believe you’re getting all worked up over some “guy/chick.””
“Now you now how it feels to be like everyone else. Isn’t it just peachy?”
“____, my little flower, my little bird, my little *nut*-____. What exactly happened here?”

Shan-Yu

“I tire of your arrogance, ____. Bow to me!”
“Looks like you’re all out of ideas.”
“You took away my victory!”

Clayton

“Go ahead. Shoot me. Be a (wo)man.”
“Why? For 300 pounds sterling a head.” 
“Actually, I have you to thank, old boy/girl. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Yzma

“Excellent. A few drops in his/her drink, and then I’ll propose a toast, and (s)he will be dead before dessert.”
“Just think of it as you’re being let go, that your life’s going in a different direction, that your body’s part of a permanent outplacement.”
“I know. It’s called a “cruel irony”, like my dependence on you.”
“It is no concern of mine whether or not your family has… what was it again?”
“Take him/her out of town and finish the job now!”
“Why do we even *have* that lever?”
“____! Why did I think you could do this? This one simple thing! It’s like I’m talking to a monkey.”
“Fired? W-W-What do you mean, “fired”?”
“Why, I practically raised him/her.”
“That is the last time we take directions from a ____.”
“This had better be good!”
“_____ is dead, right? Tell me ____’s dead. I need to hear these words.”

Commander Rourke

“What’s to know? It’s big, it’s shiny, it’s gonna make us all rich.”
“It’s called natural selection. We’re just helping it along.”
“Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, ____.”
“Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us. Now, I’m going to count to ten, and you’re going to tell me where the crystal is. One, two, nine…”
“I love it when I win.”
“I consider myself an even tempered (wo)man. It takes a lot to get under my skin, but congratulations, you just won the solid-gold kewpie doll.”

Scroop

“____ should learn to mind their own business.”
“Maybe your ears don’t work so well.”
“The girl was sniffing about.”
“It’s that boy/girl. Methinks you have a soft spot for him/her.”
“I say we kill ‘em all now.”

Oogie Boogie Man

“Well well well. What have we here?”
“So you’re the one everybody’s talking about?”
“It’s much more fun, I must confess, with lives on the line.”

Dr. Facilier 

“Gotta hand it to you, ____. When you dream, you dream big.”
“Don’t you disrespect me, little man/lady!” 
“You’re in my world now, not your world.”
“Y'all should have taken my deal.”

Mother Gothel

“Look in that mirror. I see a strong, confident, beautiful/handsome young lady/man. Oh look, you’re here too.”
“I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year.”
“YOU are not leaving this tower! EVER!”
“Great. Now I’M the bad guy.”
“____, please, stop with the mumbling. You know how I feel about the mumbling. Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying!”
“Dear, this whole romance that you’ve invented just proves you’re too naive to be here.”
“Why would (s)he like you? Come on now, really. Look at you! You think that (s)he’s impressed?”
“Please speak up, ____. You know how I hate the mumbling…”
“Oh, ____, do you even hear yourself? Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?”
“Everything I did was to protect YOU.”
“Where will you go? (S)he won’t be there for you.”
“Now, now, it’s all right. Listen to me. All of this is as it should be.”
“You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.”
“The world is dark and selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it!”

King Candy

“Sad as it is, ____ can not be allowed to ____.”
“I’m not against her/him! I’m trying to *protect* her/him!” 
“Welcome to the boss level!”

Prince Hans

“Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me?”
“Oh, ____. If only there was someone out there who loved you.”
“I, on the other hand, am the hero who’s going to save ____ from destruction.”

Bellwether

“It’s still my word against yours.”
“It really is too bad, I… I did like you!”
“I framed ____; I can frame you too!”

❝ ※ *. :。 → verse/otp tags pt. 1

i know there’s a lot of these floating around and already made, but i wanted to have my own list with my personal favorite lyrics that i can refer to for my own tags. i thought it might be helpful to others, so here we are !! under the cut, you’ll find 1,000 different lyrics that are organized into various categoriesgeneral/misc, slow burn, betrayal, unrequited, & more ) based on my interpretation on them. this list has everything from smokey robinson to dear evan hansen to eminem, so it should also be very diverse. trigger warnings will be placed in the categories they have them in. also, some words have been changed so they make more sense. let me know about any spelling mistakes or triggers i may have missed, as well as any lyrics i may have put in the wrong section. please like/reblog if you use or found this helpful, and most importantly, enjoy !!

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No More Lies

Prompt: Would it too much trouble to write where Bruce/Batman is the god-father of the reader because he had a close relationship with the reader’s mom and became a father figure to the reader (since she has never seen her father ever) and when Bruce takes the reader in after her mom’s death, they develop a daughter/father bond? However, during/after an event, it is revealed the reader is actually Bruce’s daughter?

You woke up in a blurry haze, the room around you dirty and dark. A stab of pain ripped through your head and you looked down to find yourself strapped to an archaic looking electric chair.

Get out. I have to get out of here.

A wave of lightheadedness suddenly washed over you, forcing you to close your eyes and rest your head against the back of the wooden chair. You took in slow steady breaths while you waited for the spots to stop dancing across your vision.

Where am I anyway?

Before you could ponder too much about how you wound up here a slow cold cackle filled the room. What blood was left in your veins chilled at the sound. You knew that distinctive laugh from anywhere.

No. Please dear god no.

“The Sleeping Beauty awakens!” He said with frightening enthusiasm. “You know, it’s not very lady like to keep your prince waiting.” He said, his voice lowering dangerously. If there was one flaw you had it was lack of self preservation. A normal person would keep their mouth shut, they would do whatever this monster wanted in the hopes that they might come out of this alive. You though, you were far too strong willed to stay quiet in the face of danger.

“You’re no prince of mine.” You spat. He smiled sickeningly at you and reached his hand out to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Not yet, I’m not.” He said with misplaced fondness, tapping the tip of your nose. Before you could attempt to bite his finger he stood up, grabbed the back of the chair and started dragging you to another room. “My poor Harley has strayed from me but you know what I’m a reasonable man so it’s time for me to move on from her. I need a new Harley. A better Harley. You might just be exactly what I need. Just think about it: me, handsome, devilish, charming, hilarious, suave … you get the picture. And you, the soon to be … transformed daughter of Bruce Wayne. We’ll take Gotham together and the best part it your precious Daddy won’t have enough money in the world to stop us!” He said before breaking down in a fit of laughter. Everything about him made your skin crawl.

“Fuck you. He’s not my father.” You snarled. He chuckled as you entered your final destination. The room was bare apart from a large boiling cauldron of acid centered in the middle of the room. As he dragged you towards the pot, panic started to clench at your chest.

“Don’t tell me he never told you!” He cackled. “Oh this is classic! I wish I filmed this. Oh wait! I did!” He laughed pointing towards the camera that was set up on a tripod in the corner. “Say hi to daddy dearest, sweetums.” He purred lewdly.

“You don’t know shit, you raving lunatic.” You growled.

“I know Daddy Waynebucks is your sperm donor just like I know how pretty you mommy dearest looks after a relaxing acid facial. You really should try it some time.” He replied his tone dark and threatening. Once again he grabbed the back of your chair but instead of dragging you in any direction he pushed your over, holding the chair so that your face was hovering just over the acid. You turned your face away from the fumes but you could still feel the fumes burning at your skin.

“If you live through this you’ll be the most beautiful Harley I’ve ever had.”

“Take your hands off her.” A new dark voice growled. Relief washed over you at the familiar voice.

Batman. My father.

“I’d rethink your choice of words Batsy.” the Joker teased, allowing his grip on the chair to slip, letting you fall until your cheek was just inches away from the toxic liquid.

“Give her to me or so help me I’ll break every bone in your body.” Batman threatened stalking closer to him but with every step he took, the Joker’s grip loosened. The man you had always assumed was just your god father stopped when he realized this. It was a standoff between two intense opposing forces.

“This takes me back Bats. You and me, staring each other down, the poor girl with a face full of acid. You remember little [Y/N]’s mother right? How you were too late to save the poor thing? I wonder if history will repeat itself.” He rambled wistfully. You could see the calculation running through your god father’s, no your father’s, mind. “Come on Batsy. Poor [Y/N] probably won’t last nearly as long as her mother did.”

“No one dies tonight Joker.” Batman growled.

“Tell that to [Y/N].” He retorted. “Whoops! Clumsy me!” He giggled before releasing you. You clenched your eyes shut and let out a terrified scream for the first time in your life. You had always been told that you mother was killed in a terrible fire, that it was all a terrible tragedy. Everything about your life was a lie and now you would die just as your mother had. Even in the last few seconds of your life, the irony wasn’t lost on you.

As soon as the Joker’s hands were off of you Bruce sprang forward and pushed your chair sideways. The impact of the floor was painful but it was a lot less painful than being submerged in a pot of acid would have been.Your father drapped to his knees and undid your binds, taking you into his arms as soon as you were free. In the midst of the chaos the Joker slipped away, his laugh echoing down the halls before disappearing completely.

“You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you.” He reassured. You weren’t sure who he was trying to convince: you or him.

“Everything that he said was it true?” You asked.

“[Y/N], we can talk about this later.” He replied with a softness that wasn’t often present in his voice. His answer was enough to feed into your doubts.

“No.” You said firmly. Your entire life you had believed in the life that had been crafted for you, that your mother had died a tragic but otherwise normal death when you were too young to remember, that your father wasn’t in the picture but your god father Bruce Wayne took you in when you were just a little girl. Now you were worried that everything about your life had been a lie. “Did you know?” You repeated.

“Yes.” He admitted.

“After all these years, why didn’t you say anything? I needed my father.” You cried.

“I’ve always been here for you, [Y/N], even if I couldn’t call myself your father. Everything I’ve ever done, it’s been for your safety. Your mother and I agreed when you were born that you would be safest if you were kept away from me.”

“So what? I was your dirty little secret? Your bastard child that you hide away from the world?” You asked accusingly.

“No, never!” He swore. “We wanted to keep you safe. This was your mother’s wish and I respected it even after she passed. I should have told you sooner.” He admitted. You wiped the tears from your eyes with your sleeve before hugging your father in a bone crushing embrace.

“Please. No more lies.” You pleaded.

“No more lies.”

WWRD 03: Freedom Doesn’t Exist

Originally posted by princeuji

→ angst, implied smut, vampire/war!au
→ when a forbidden relationship between the general’s daughter and a vampire used as a military tool takes place during the war.
prologue: “I know” | 01 I swear on my honor | 02 “Marry me” [M] | 03 Freedom doesn’t exist | 04 On the Other Side

And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

A/N: I should be studying for chem but this happened! ASFAEFflkj ENJOY

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anonymous asked:

May i place a request? What if the chocobros s/o during the ten years going missing, but after the dawn the boys discovered a Moogle Village protected by a magical barrier for keeping deamons at bay and they find out their s/o have lived here as a member of the tribe and healer but the moogle are reluctant to send them away? (They get attached to them, poor creatures)

Aww, I haven’t seen a Moogle in so long! Super cute! Moogles are like my third favorite FF mascot!

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“Are you sure this is the right way?” Prompto asked, as they moved through the waist high water.

It felt almost surreal that they were traveling together, all of them, for the first time in 10 years. With Insomnia being rebuilt and Noctis to take the throne by the end of the month, was it a good idea for them to be going through this old cave system in search of possibly a false lead?

“Iris, mention there was a lot of strange activity here and that most hunters who come through this way are often confused and led astray.” Ignis replied.

“What do you say Your Highness, should we keep going or turn around?” Gladiolus inquired.

“We’ve come this far,” Noctis stated, his hand resting on the cave wall, only to gasp.

Before them was a village, straw huts, tropical fruit trees and what appeared to be Moogles, hundreds, upon hundreds of Moogles. On an island in the middle of the lake, a crystal clear lake that looked to have been protected from the years of darkness. Stepping closer, they found a barrier a soft shimmering barrier.

Focusing the magic of the King the barrier allowed them through, as they moved toward the island. The Moogles stopped what they were doing, as they stared at the new trespassers, clearly standing out in their blacks upon the light pinks and whites of their kind. Yet the barrier let them in, they were not deamon, maybe they were friends of the Lady Healer?

Noctis nearly stumbled as he felt something tug on his cape, before noticing a Moogle was tugging him in a different direction. Turning to the others as he noticed they were surrounded as well.

“I believe they are trying to tell us something.” Ignis stated, “Shall we see where they lead us?”

Noctis nodded, “All right lead the way.”

The small floating creatures moved them through the village towards a large hut, much, much larger than the others.  One of the Moogles quickly rushed in, before they heard a female voice.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” They called, before the body appeared before the door, a gasp fell from their lips, as they stared ahead. “Oh my gods.”

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*.:。♦ ⋅ ⋆ — VERSE NAMES - LYRIC EDITION PT 2.

under the cut you’ll find 257 lyrics that can be used for verse and otp tags. they’ve been categorised into different ship types ( eg. general, long distance, toxic, fwb, exes, unrequited, & many more ) so some lyrics may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were simply listed by my own interpretation & definitely aren’t limited to a certain ship type in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your ship. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. i just thought it’d be easier to include the entire, original line & leave it to you guys to edit how you please. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! i hope you enjoy part two !! part one can be found here.

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Last Night

Jon and Dany take a moment to themselves the night before the Battle for the Dawn. 

My entry for the Jonerys fic contest (angst)

Looking around Winterfell’s great hall, Daenerys doesn’t see one man who’s not drunk. 

“Are they planning on fighting hungover?” She sidesteps a table to avoid getting groped by a man who has more hair on his face than on his head, while Jon deftly catches a falling glass of ale before it can splash on the floor. She’s all too aware of him-how he’s holding her hand here, in front of everyone, and isn’t trying to hide it. 

“It helps them relax.” He doesn’t sound too certain, but she doesn’t push him on it. They’re all stressed and they’re all frightened. They’ll all be dead this time tomorrow. She’ll look the other way, just for tonight. 

She’s going to die. She’s certain of it. How can she not be? She’s seen the wights and the Walkers. She knows what they’re capable of. They don’t stand even a sliver of a chance, even if Jon holds a sword of fire, even if she has dragons. It won’t be enough.

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abionastarfighter  asked:

Could we see more witch Mercy and Genji that last one you wrote was so cute

Ahh thank you! I’d be happy to continue it!

For those of you who haven’t read it, part 1 of the Witch Mercy AU is here.

“You wished to see me, Bishop?” The witch hunter stood in the doorway, the sun shining through the red and yellow stained glass featuring St. Sebastian made the dark tile floor beneath his feet look like hot coals.

Bishop Petras turned on his heel and faced the witch hunter. “Gabriel,” the Bishop said with a slight smile, “You’re looking well. Spain must have agreed with you.”

“Food and sunlight, yes, the people…” Gabriel trailed off.

“Fear does terrible things to the mind and soul,” said Bishop Petras, looking back out the window.

“And that is why they bring me in,” said Gabriel, stepping alongside the bishop, “I take it this is not a visit to pleasantly catch up.”

“Unfortunately, you’re right. The people of Eichenwalde are afraid, Gabriel,” said Petras, “These woods… Usually such fears are easy to dismiss as shadows in the trees and mold in the bread but… it’s getting worse. People are reporting strange sights—strange lights in the sky—”

“Marsh fire. Shooting stars. Dry lightning,” said Gabriel flatly.

“Hideous creatures walking the woods—”

“Mange outbreak with the local wolves,” Gabriel said just as easily.

“Terrible nightmares affecting whole villages–”

“Mold in bread. You said this one already, Bishop.”

“Blisters forming at random on people—”

“Again, mange,” said Gabriel.

“Gabriel,” the Bishop spoke with only an ounce of the gravity that his office gave him, but it was enough to silence the witch hunter, “I know you are a skeptic, and in part, that is what makes you one of the very best at your work, but I also know you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t feel a dark presence as well. I need you to investigate this city and the surrounding villages. I fear a door has opened and now, in our midst, there is something dark, something evil, something of unimaginable power.”

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condescendingqueen  asked:

Thanks for the RECs. They are a godsend. Love you. I enjoyed the famous!trope rec. Can you rec fics where one of them is famous.

HOLY SHIT ! The famous!non-Famous trope is so perfect. Take a seat, it’s gonna be a long ride honey :)

(also thank you for your lovely comment! Love you more, you know?)

- Empty Skies  by @sadamenoito : For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain? Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.     (134k) 

- zipping across the stars , by hurreh : One Direction consists of five people; Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Gemma. When the band preforms at Wembley Stadium the boys are introduced to Gemma’s younger brother Harry.Louis wishes he had known that before he threw himself at the boy for six hours but he can’t stop now can he? (10k)

- shine by @lourrynavy : Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.   (40k)

- led by your beating heart by @paynner : AU where Harry’s in One Direction, Louis isn’t, and they reconnect over a game of ‘Call or Delete’. (29k)

- Even As Young As You Are by ologist : Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital. (12k)

- Thought The Song Was Sung by @100percentsassy : Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor.  Years later, Harry’s just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat…   until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website. (12k)

- Our blood is boiling , by twinks Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub (6k)

- find me cause i’ll never find you , by highhopes: Harry makes his way through the people, stopping for pictures and hugs and Louis feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest because this is it. This is finally it. (or, harry is a famous indie singer and all louis wants is a picture) (1.7k)

- somewhere only we know by @bethaboolou: Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend and employer Harry. And it’s not just his big tour coming up or the ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the bottom of Harry’s moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland.The roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good measure. (44k)

- baby, you’re my only reason by zouisclimax    : Harry’s famous and Louis’ a big fan. or, “you’re a celebrity and you just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie and said “date me” and you thought i was serious?“ au (6k)

 - Dream Awake ,  by @protagonist-m On a hazy day in August, Louis sees Harry perform at a music festival as an unsigned act and convinces him to spend the rest of the weekend in his company. Harry gets signed; life changes. They never really wake up from the dream. (30k)

- It Happened like a Firefly’s Light  by LHStylinson : Harry Styles. It was a name everyone knew, a person the public loved. But he had one impossible task. Write and record his third album in a month. This is where Louis Tomlinson comes in. He wasn’t famous, not by any means. But this songwriter was going to make Harry’s album possible. That is if fans, the media and falling in love don’t get in the way first. (47k)

- Under the lights tonight, by @lillourry : Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team. (20k)

- You’ve Been Lonely Too Long by amory : Harry has everything someone would need to make them happy: money, fame, a stunningly attractive albeit fake girlfriend, a supportive family, good friends, and a cat. But maybe he isn’t very happy.Louis sleeps around and no, he definitely does not have a problem admitting to that thank you very much, but maybe he’s just a little tired of waking up alone in the morning with only a bowl of instant macaroni and cheese to comfort him.Maybe letting Zayn play matchmaker wouldn’t be such a bad thing. (65k)

- i can be the motor (you’ll be the gasoline) by kiwikero : Harry is a British pop star living in LA. While trying to escape his reality of publicity stunts and record sales, his Harley breaks down. Stranded in the mountains, Harry has no choice but to call for help. And, somehow, a fit tow truck driver with the ocean in his eyes might end up fixing more than just Harry’s bike. (8k)

- With a Heart as Cold as Ice (You’re the Sugar to My Spice) by thetommo1d : Ten years of Louis Tomlinson’s life in which he loves, hates and pines over Harry Styles. (39k)

- Someone new, by anonymous : “Fuck it, let’s go do something.” Louis jumps off the basins and looks up at Harry. “Let’s get out of here and just fuck obligations and bullshit narratives and I’ll find something to write about later but, seriously, let’s just leave. You look like you could use a break from all this crap.”Or, Louis’ a gossip journalist that spends the day with Harry Styles. (7k)

- California Sold       Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever. A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends. (123k)

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you with me? always. - a three part bellamy/raven mix

part 1: bellamy’s pov [listen]

new heights - a fine frenzy // pioneer of your heart - jmr // evening ceremony - active child // samson - regina spektor // closer - fka twigs // from eden - hozier // life support - sam smith // forever love (digame) - anna nalick // i’m like a lawyer with the way i’m always trying to get you off (me & you) - fall out boy // fire - ingrid michaelson // kaleidoscope - the script // don’t swallow the cap - the national // technicolour beat - oh wonder // the end of all things - panic! at the disco // i feel it coming (ft. daft punk) - the weeknd // passenger seat - death cab for cutie

part 2: raven’s pov [listen]

400 lux - lorde // soldier - ingrid michaelson // guns out - young the giant // superstar - broods // i’m yours - alessia cara // trust fall (down we go remix by jensen sportag) - madi diaz // state of grace - taylor swift // who’d have known - lily allen // everything we touch - say lou lou // hours - fka twigs // livewire - oh wonder // morningside - sara bareilles // last dance - dua lipa // young god - halsey // collar full - panic! at the disco // words - naaz

part 3: the two of them, together [listen]

TALK ME DOWN - troye sivan // american money - børns // animal love i - charlene kaye // back to earth (feat. fall out boy) - steve aoki // garden grays - wildcat! wildcat! // for the first time - the script // alarms in the heart - dry the river // love you more - alexi murdoch // cutty love - milo greene // neighborhood #1 (tunnels) - arcade fire // sway - anna of the north // non believer - crash kings // keep me - lucy schwartz // conrad - ben howard

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His World, Collapsed

Summary: Dan and Phil living in NYC during 2001 and the unthinkable happens, or so Dan seems to think.

Warning: In detail account of 9/11 attack of World Trade Center, mentions of death, implied thoughts of suicide

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Words: 2.7K

A/N: Unless you live under a rock and/or not American and don’t know what happened, here is the Wikipedia article on the 9/11 attacks. This was suppose to be a little piece for me to be able to write the angst coming up in Secret Service, but it when slightly out of control

To emejig16 who has listen to me talk about this fic for the past week and has read it at least five times before I reached this version of it. 

To frannij for being the greatest beta ever

To dannihowell who let ask her the most random questions and still gave me thoughtful answers.

Dan let out a loud groan when he heard the alarm clock go off. He let another, quieter groan when he felt the man next to him get up. “Get back in bed,” he moaned, rolling over to hide his face into the pillow.

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The Distraction

Entry for nichelle-my-belle’s 4K Angst Challenge (thanks for including me)

Pairings : Dean x Reader, Sam

Warning : ANGST, First Time Writer (constructive feedback welcome)

Word Count : 2,616

The Distraction

Fuck!

The last thing you wanted to do was go ‘celebrate’ tonight.

You were grateful this had been a simple salt and burn.  Too many of the cases lately were taking their toll on you — on all of you.  You’d spent so much time on the road recently; you’d almost forgotten what the bunker looked like. You missed the privacy of your own room; the big open spaces throughout the old building; the library that you could lose yourself in.  For several weeks, you’d been shoulder to shoulder with Sam and Dean. The three of you stuck in Baby, sharing one room, one bathroom and too often, a bed with one of them.  

In the tight quarters of the car or a dingy hotel room, there was nowhere for you to hide.  Several side-glances from Sam let you know that in your exhausted state, your facade was starting to fail.  When you were focused on a job, you could ignore your feelings for Dean; sticking your nose in a book or keeping your eyes glued to the screen of your laptop. But with this run, there were too many nights with the three of you holed up, beaten and bloody, trying to get some sleep before the next long drive, with  nothing to do but think.  You couldn’t shut out the world around you when Your World sat on the bed next to you arguing with Sam, drinking beer, intent on watching some horrible old cowboy movie.  You tried to participate, but every time you looked at him, relaxing… smiling… it splintered your heart just a little more.  The last few nights you’d feigned exhaustion; pretending to fall asleep early and forcing the two of them to do the same. You lay awake, listening to Sam softly snoring and Dean’s deep breathing to make sure they were both asleep before letting the tears quietly fall.  

But tonight, once you got back to your motel, Dean demanded that you all go out for one last “hurrah” before the long drive back to the bunker in the morning.  You loathed going out with Dean and Sam.  You’d take your place in the same corner booth that every bar across America had; counting down the minutes until Dean wandered off and found a busty bombshell to charm his way into for the night.  Sometimes Sam would stay with you, but there were times when he gave you those sad puppy dog eyes, pleading to be set free.  You’d smile, the same smile, pushing him out of his chair; complaining he was “cock-blocking” you and with a sweet, silly grin he’d be off to find his own companion to help him forget for a little while.  

 You never drank as much as you did after meeting the Winchesters. The alcohol helped you momentarily forget the horrors that your day-to-day brought you.  Sometimes it even lessened the pain of losing your mother and sister all too young to werewolves, forcing you into the Hunting life. But as much as you tried, the alcohol never seemed to squelch the fire in you that burned for Dean.

You tortured yourself, town after town, watching him endlessly twist women around his little finger.  Longingly, you memorized every move; him leaning into the bar lightly brushing the girl’s shoulder with his, buying her a drink, introducing himself with a harmless handshake.  He’d pretend not to hear her over the sounds in the bar so he’d lean into her ear, his face just a little too close to hers, his hot breath giving her chills as she became intoxicated by his cologne. That’s the move he’d repeat, lingering longer each time; sometimes resting a hand on her thigh to ‘balance’ himself or push a strand of her hair behind her ear, but you knew once his hand began to trail along her arm he’d be nodding towards the door, throwing some money on the bar with a wink and help her to her feet.  Then his hand would be on the small of her back, whispering something in her ear to make her giggle as they headed out the door.

You knew every piece of his repertoire, including the rare occasion when it wasn’t working.  You couldn’t imagine any woman saying no to Dean Winchester, but you were grateful when they did.  He’d come back to the table – to you – and you’d spend the rest of the night laughing and drinking, sometimes making fun of Sam awkwardly trying to pick up a girl. Those times were getting fewer and farther between, but you cherished those occasions, knowing it was the closest you’d ever get to having him.

This night you decided to take a little longer with your hair and make-up.  You had snuck away in the last town and bought yourself a new pair of jeans and low-cut top.  You wanted to feel good about you.  You wanted someone to notice you. You wanted a man to notice you, and since you knew that man wouldn’t be Dean, you would need every bit of external “ammunition” to help you boost your confidence to pull this off.

               “Y/N/N! Shake your ass!” Dean bellowed as you put the finishing touches on your look, taking a deep breath and opening the door.

               “What the hell took you – “ Dean stopped mid-sentence and just stared. His silence made Sam look and a goofy grin spread across his face.

               “Whoa! You look beautiful Y/N.” Sam sang. “Hot date tonight?”

               “We’ll see.” You tried to joke to release some of your own tension.

               “Let’s go.” Dean snatched his keys off the dresser and stalked out the door.

               Sam shrugged and followed with you hot on his heels.

The ride to the bar was uncomfortable.  Sam tried to make conversation, but every time he turned to talk to you, Dean fiddled with the radio; the static or high pitched squeal drowning Sam out.  When you parked in front of the local bar, Sam ran around to the driver side to catch Dean.

               “What the fuck is going on?” He demanded. “You’ve been acting like an asshole since before we left!”

               Dean looked at you over his shoulder and back to Sam, “I’m fine Sammy. I just need a drink.”

You and Sam looked for a place for the three of you to sit while Dean ordered at the bar.  When he came back, he sat next to you, putting you between him and Sam in the booth. You tried to focus on the music; just watching the people around the room.  Sam leaned in and whispered about the guy two tables over that was already way too drunk for this early in the night.

               When the waitress walked over, you formed a knot in your stomach. She was just Dean’s type and you knew he’d be disappearing soon.  She tried to catch his attention, leaning unnecessarily far over the table to sit down three beers and three shot glasses.  Her presence didn’t even register to Dean until she spoke.

               “Here Honey,’ she said to you as she set down another shot glass. “This one is from the blonde at the end of the bar.”

               All three of you leaned over at once as the man nodded back with a smile. You smiled and lifted the glass mouthing a silent “thank you”, but his smile suddenly became wide-eyed fear as you felt Dean’s body tensed and stare lingered.

               “What an asshole.” Dean said with a huff.

               “What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

               “You’re sitting here with two other guys and he buys you a drink? How does he know you’re not with one of us?”

               You chuckled, annoyed, and shook your head, “Seriously?”

               “What?” He was getting pissed.

               “Forget it.” You huffed, but he wouldn’t let it go. “How many nights have I sat next to you in a bar with women shamelessly throwing themselves at you or you throwing yourself at them? Apparently like everyone else, they don’t think I’m your type!” Now you were pissed. You pushed at Sam to get out of the booth and walked to the ladies room trying desperately not to cry. Fuck him! Why should he care? Whether it was Mr. Rogers or Charlie Manson buying you a drink, it was none of his business.

               Sam just glared at Dean in disbelief.

               “What?!” Dean yelled at him. “Knock of the bitch-face and tell me what just happened?”

               “You really don’t see it?

               “Dammit Sammy!”

               “She’s obviously in love with you Dean. Has been for months.  And you’re too stupid to see it or realize what you could have. Watching you trot off with a different girl every town…. All that anger and jealousy you’re feeling right now, she’s bottled it up over and over again.  I guess tonight was the last straw…”  Sam slammed his shot, grabbed his beer and walked away.

Dean sat there, confused and angry.  He rubbed his face, combed his fingers through his hair and cursed at both of you under his breath.  Dean loathed trying to find a distraction in every town. He hated  how many times he  started a random make-out session in the parking lot, ending it  by pretending to be too sick or too drunk to follow through, because it wasn’t you.  He loved you and hated himself for it. He wanted so much better for you; someone who could get you out of this Hunter’s life and keep you safe.  He wanted to forget you; forget the softness of your skin when you’d help sew him up after a fight. Forget the sweet smell of your hair just after a shower. Forget the sound of your laughter when you made fun of Sam. Forget how sexy you looked holding a gun. But most of all, he desperately needed to forget how you looked in his fantasies, laying underneath him while he made you scream his name.

Dean angrily slammed his shot, and both of yours, before taking his beer to go find a Distraction.

 You looked at yourself in the mirror, damning yourself for letting him get to you – again. Asshole! You took another deep breath and decided to go back to your old stand-by – get drunk and pass out.  You’d be at the bunker in the morning and could hide in your room and try to pretend tonight didn’t happen. You headed back in the bar to find Sam.

Dean found his Distraction at the pool table. She was too blonde, too made up, too little clothing, too loud and too obvious – the exact opposite of you. He grabbed another shot at the bar as he watched her, getting her attention.  She smiled, bending just a little bit more at the waist when she took her next shot.  He knew he was going to hate himself, playing this game again, but just one more night and he’d be back at the bunker, hiding in his room, trying to pretend tonight didn’t happen.  Another shot later and he made his way over to the pool table.

Sam must have been watching for you because as soon as you walked back into the bar, he was on you.

               “Y/N/N! Come hang out with me.” You looked around the bar until your eyes landed on Dean. Your whole demeanor changed and Sam felt it. “Please, don’t do this to yourself. He’s being an asshole.”

               “Sam. It’s ok. I’m not his type and I never will be.  I just need to get over it.”

               “No, she’s not his type.” He said pointing towards Dean. “He’s in love with you, I know it. He just doesn’t believe he deserves you.”

               “Sammy – “ you started to scold when he stopped you.

               “Y/N do you trust me?”

               “Of course, but –“

He stepped closer. Holding your face in his hands and leaned to whisper in your ear. “Go. Show. Him. I’m not wrong about my brother.”

Your heart was racing. If you took this risk and Dean didn’t respond, you’d be devastated. Devastated and homeless; it would be impossible to stay at the bunker after that.  You’d lose him and Sam.  But if Sam was right, and Dean loved you like you loved him…. Your mind could even wrap around the thought.

               “Come on, Y/N/N.” Sam whispered.  You nodded as you tried to get a grip before walking towards them.

Dean was now drunk, but his mind was still on you.  He never saw you walk out of the bathroom and didn’t know where Sam was.  His stomach was sick with the thought that you’d left with the guy from the bar. The Distraction was talking, but he wasn’t really listening. He’d smile and nod, rubbing against her once in awhile to keep her there.  He slumped on the bar stool watching The Distraction entertain herself while his mind drifted.

She slinked over to where he sat and whispered in his ear, “Why don’t we get outta here, baby.”  

               “Onemoregame.” He slurred, trying to delay just a little longer. She whimpered and nuzzled into his neck. He sloppily wrapped his arm around her back in a haphazard hug.

               “I’ll play.” You said as you approached the table.

Dean stood up nearly knocking The Distraction over.  He didn’t say anything as his eyes wandered over your body, back to your face to try to read what was happening. The Distraction stepped closer again to Dean wrapping her arm around him.

               “No thanks.” She snarled at you.

               “Come on. We can make it interesting.” You cooed. “Winner takes him home?” You pointed at Dean and he swallowed hard.

               “I don’t think – “ The Distraction started, but Dean cut her off.

               “I’m game.” He shot around her. “I uh… I win either way.” He winked at you knowing your superior skills playing pool.

               “Fine.” The Distraction conceded before grabbing Dean’s face and kissing him hard.  She walked over to set up the balls at the opposite end of table, when Dean grabbed your arm.

               “Don’t you dare lose.” He whispered.

               “I don’t plan on it.” You whispered back, brazenly nipping at his ear. You thought you heard him growl before you walked over to grab a pool stick.

               “Please, you go first.” You offered to The Distraction’s further frustration.

               “Watch yourself, little girl. You’re swimming in the deep end now.” She warned, as she broke open the game.

Dean held his breath as one solid ball fell in the pocket.

               “I guess I’m stripes.” You walked slowly around the table, lining up shot after shot as each ball fell away from the table.  The Distraction was fuming; poorly trying to hide her emotions. When you called the last ball for the top left pocket, Dean held his breath. When it fell in the hole, he jumped out of his seat pumping his fist.

               “You aren’t really going home with this slut, are you?’ she questioned him.

               “It’s Y/N, by the way.” You winked, holding out your hand to Dean as if introducing yourself for the first time.

               “Dean.” He played along, sliding his hand though your hair to the back of her head and pulling you to him for a kiss. You felt your knees weaken and your heart sing.  He pulled back, breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against yours, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m so going home with her, sweetheart.” He answered The Distraction as he wrapped an arm around your waist and started to lead you out the door. “We may not even make it out of the parking lot.”

His hand was on the small of your back, whispering in your ear making you giggle as you headed out the door.


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A sentence meme of my favorite Halsey lyrics

From all her songs/albums. I love Halsey so freaking much. So I’m gonna make another Halsey meme. Also, I realize that her new album has less quotes than the others, but I haven’t listened to it as much yet! Cut for length because it’s long. 

  • “Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown.”
  • “ I’m helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine.”
  • “Viral mess turned dreams into an empire.“
  • “Survival of the richest, the city’s ours until the fall.”
  • “They’re Monaco and Hamptons bound, but we don’t feel like outsiders at all.“
  • “What kind of dough have you been spending?“
  • “What kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?“
  • “All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.”
  • “And California never felt like home to me until I had you on the open road.”
  • “Your laugh echoes down the highway carves into my hollow chest, spreads over the emptiness. It’s bliss.”
  • “Would it really kill you if we kissed?“
  • “And there’s a storm you’re starting now.”
  • “I’m a wanderess.”
  • “Don’t belong to no city. Don’t belong to no man.”
  • “I’m the violence in the pouring rain. I’m a hurricane.”
  • “I found myself reminded to keep you far away from me.”
  • “Didn’t know where we were running to. But don’t look back.”
  • “Feet first, don’t fall. We’ll be running again.”
  • “I’m searching for something that I can’t reach…“
  • “I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies.”
  • “And I swear “I hate you” when you leave.”
  • “My ghost, where’d you go?”
  • “I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me.”
  • “What happened to the soul that you used to be?“
  • “I love him but I know I’m gonna leave him…”
  • “You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.”
  • “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.”
  • “I’m covered in the colors, Pulled apart at the seams.”
  • “And now he’s so devoid of color. He don’t know what it means.”
  • “I know I’ve only felt religion when I’ve lied with you.”
  • “You were red and you liked me ‘cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. And you decided purple just wasn’t for you.”
  • “Everybody wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.”
  • “We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night But the ending is the same every damn time.”
  • “They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange.”
  • “But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything.”
  • “I don’t have to fucking tell you anything.”
  • “That’s the beauty of a secret. You know you’re supposed to keep it.”
  • “They know you walk like you’re a God, they can’t believe I made you weak.”
  • “These days I can’t seem to make this right. Well, is this fine? Will it be alright?”
  • “When his hair falls in his face, And his hands so cold they shake.”
  • “Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space. In a hotel room where demons play.”
  • “I’ve got a lover. A love like religion.”
  • “I’m such a fool for sacrifice.”
  • “I’m such a fool to pay this price.”
  • “I found the savior. I don’t think he remembers. 'Cause he’s off to pay his crimes. And he’s got no time for mine.”
  • “Every single night pray the sun’ll rise.”
  • “I was as pure as a river, But now I think I’m possessed.”
  • “I’ve been cold since you left.”
  • “You’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold.”
  • “'Cause I’ve done some things that I can’t speak of.”
  • “I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave.”
  • “I came here so you’d come for me.”
  • “I’m begging you to keep on haunting me.”
  • “You weren’t looking for me.”
  • “Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?“
  • “Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?“
  • “You can’t wake up, this is not a dream.”
  • “You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being.”
  • “ Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.“
  • “Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.”
  • “Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?“
  • “I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning.”
  • “My mind’s like a deadly disease.”
  • “I’m bigger than my body. I’m colder than this home.”
  • “I’m meaner than my demons. I’m bigger than these bones.”
  • “Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.”
  • “I couldn’t stand the person inside me. I turned all the mirrors around.”
  •  "Oh, baby girl, you know we’re gonna be legends.”
  • “ I know you wanna go to heaven but you’re human tonight." 
  • “You know the two of us are just young gods.”
  • “I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon.”
  • "If you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

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It’s All About Personality

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2416

Summary: Based off episode 7 of ‘The Spectacular Spider-Man’. Tony and May set you kids up on a blind date right after Tony releases you to the world.

A/N: *SPOILERS JUST RIGHT HERE IN THIS NOTE* I realize this was too Homecoming and I didn’t get it posted before hand but I promise it’s more off Spectacular. Also, it’s kinda shitty, so sorry!

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types as songs from Lust for Life (2017) by Lana Del Rey

INFP - LOVE

look at you kids with your vintage music - the world is yours and you can’t refuse it - it’s enough just to make you feel crazy sometimes - i know - you get ready, you get all dressed up - to go nowhere in particular - back to work or the coffee shop - doesn’t matter because it’s enough - to be young and in love

ENFP - WHEN THE WORLD WAS AT WAR WE KEPT DANCING

shake it up - throw your hands up and get loose - cut a rug - lean into the fucking youth - choreo - we just want the fucking truth - told by the frightened - is it the end of an era? - is it the end of America? - no, it’s only the beginning - if we hold onto hope - we’ll have a happy ending

ISTJ - GOD BLESS AMERICA (AND ALL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN IT)

take me as i am - don’t see me for what i’m not - only you can hear me tonight - even when i’m alone, i’m not lonely - i hear the sweetest melodies - on the fire escapes of the city - i feel your arms around me - in the air of the streets of the city - God bless America - and all the beautiful women in it - may they stand proud and strong - like Lady Liberty shining all night long

ESTJ - TOMORROW NEVER CAME

i could put on the radio to our favorite song - Lennon and Yoko - we would play all day long - isn’t life crazy, i said - now that i’m singing with Sean? - i could keep waiting for you - in that spot we’d always wait - in that city park bench in the summer in the pouring rain -  honey, don’t ignore me - i just wanted to be the same

ISTP - 13 BEACHES

I don’t belong in the world - that’s what it is - something separates me from other people - everywhere i turn - there’s something blocking my escape - it took thirteen beaches to find one empty - but finally it’s mine - with dripping peaches - i’m camera ready - almost all the time

ESTP - LUST FOR LIFE

in these stolen moments - the world is mine - cause we’re the masters of our own fate - we’re the captains of our own souls - they say only the good die young - that just ain’t right - cause we’re having too much fun - too much fun tonight

ENFJ - COACHELLA (WOODSTOCK IN MY MIND)

i turned off the music - tried to sit and use it - all of the love that I saw that night - cause what about all these children - and all their children’s children - and why am I even wondering that today - maybe my contribution - could be as small as hoping - that words could turn to birds and birds would send my thoughts your way

INFJ - GROUPIE LOVE

you’re in the club - living it up - i’m trying not to let the crowd notice me - it’s so sweet swinging to the beat - when i know that you’re doing it all for me - this is my life - you by my side - key lime and perfume and festivals - taking our dreams, turning them to things - it’s like magic, babe - isn’t life wonderful? - and every time we hook up - i know what you’re thinking of*

ESFJ - GET FREE 

finally, I’m crossing the threshold - from the ordinary world - to the reveal of my heart - this is my commitment - my modern manifesto - i’m doing it for all of us - who never got the chance - sometimes it feels like I’ve got a war in my mind - i want to get off but I keep riding the ride - i never really noticed that i had to decide - to play someone’s game or to live my own life

ISFJ - CHERRY

love - i said, real love, it’s like feeling no fear - when you’re standing in the face of danger - cause you just want it so much - a touch - from your real love - it’s like heaven taking the place of something evil - and letting it burn off from the rush - my rose garden dreams, set on fire by fiends - and all my black beaches are ruined - my celluloid scenes are torn at the seams

INTP - WHITE MUSTANG

cause I didn’t call when I got your number - but I liked you a lot - caught up in my dreams and forgetting - i’ve been acting like Armageddon cause you held me in your arms just a little too tight - that’s what I thought - you’re revving and revving and revving it up - you gonna hit me like a lightning

ENTP - CHANGE

trying to find the power in me to be faithful - change is a powerful thing - i feel it coming in me - maybe by the time this song is done - i will be able - to be honest, capable - of holding you in my arms without letting you fall - when I don’t feel beautiful and stable - maybe it’s enough to just be where we are because every time that we run - we don’t know what it’s from - now we finally slow down - we feel close to it - there’s a change gonna come - i don’t know where or when - but whenever it does - we’ll be here for it

INTJ - HEROIN

the rumbling from distant shores sends me to sleep - but the facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream - i’m flying to the moon again - dreaming about marzipan -  i hope that i come back again one day - to tell you that i really changed - all of my evil ways and shit - i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t sick of it

ENTJ - SUMMER BUMMER

i got a feeling in my bones - can’t get you out of my veins - you can’t escape my affection - wrap you up in my daisy chains - her sophistication makes you wanna quit the bitch you dating - let’s skip the games, let’s quit the playin, boo, let’s get acquainted - notifications sync in place even when we on vacation - i knew she’d notice like I missed the payment, dang it

ESFP - BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WITH BEAUTIFUL PROBLEMS

blue is the color of the planet from the view above - long live our reign, long live our love - green is the planet from the eyes of a turtle dove - til it runs red, runs red with blood - we get so tired and we complain - about how hard it is to live - it’s more than just a video game

ISFP - IN MY FEELINGS

i’m laughing as I’m taking my prisoners - and taking down names - i’m crying while I’m gunning - in the smoke they can hear me coming - cause you got me in my feelings - drop em all out screaming - who’s tougher than this bitch - who’s freer than me - you wanna make the switch - be my guest, baby - i’m feeling all my fucking feelings

Fraternizing with the Enemy [JasonxF!Reader] [One-Shot]

Merry Christmas everybody, consider this my gift to you! ^^

I swear I’ll get back to my requests asap, I just really needed to get some BatFamily Christmas Fluff out of my system.

I hope you guys like it! :3

[If you enjoy my writing, feel free to request something when requests are open! ^^]

Fraternizing with the Enemy

Fic Summary: Jason never was a big fan of Christmas, as opposed to his girlfriend. She could’ve found a better way to get him in the holiday spirit, tough.

Word Count: 1,8k

Warnings: None

The doorbell of the manor chimed right as (y/n) was about to toss a handful of flour at Tim. While the girls had gone out for some last minute Christmas shopping, she’d decided to stay back and help the boys bake cookies. However, Dick and her had been forced to watch as Damian and Tim already failed at agreeing on what kind of cookies to make. She’d just been thinking about what kind of nightmare decorations would be, when the first egg flew through the air and smacked the youngest of the family right in the face. That had escalated into an all out war which in turn had resulted in them being covered head to toe in baking ingredients as well as leaving the kitchen in a similar state that would most likely cause Alfred a heart attack. 

“(Y/N)!!!” an angry shout basically cut through the happy atmosphere, making the young woman freeze in place before dropping the flour to the ground and diving behind the counter with a shriek of: “Hide me!”

The voice belonged to none other than Jason Todd, her boyfriend of two years. And the guy was beyond pissed.

“(y/n), what the hell did you do?” Dick asked with a raised brow.

“Well…” she started, popping her head out from her hiding spot and sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. “Jason was being all bitchy about hating Christmas, although I know he doesn’t really hate it, and I was getting sick of it, so I may or may not have superglued a Santa hat onto his helmet and replaced his guns with candy canes.”

“Ha! You’re dead meat, (l/n)!” Damian laughed while wiping a mixture of butter and flour off his cheek and flicking it towards Tim, who glared at him in response before reluctantly agreeing with his brother: “True. Jason loves you to bits, but that was a ridiculously stupid move.”

“I know.” she whined. 

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Enslaved by Kings and Dragons- Mobile Master Post

INTRO

“Lost traveler, you say.”

The king of Mirkwood smiles kindly down at you, but his gaze is ice. The guard hands him your knapsack, and your heart sinks. You had tried so hard to hide it from the guards before they cornered you deep in the forest. He casually loosens the drawstrings, and scatter the contents of your bag onto the stone floor. Emeralds, rubies, and diamonds clatter down the steps. You swallow hard.

 ”…I can explain-” The guards grab your arms and force you on your knees.

“You have quite the nerve, stealing from me.” He reaches down and retrieves a glittering emerald. “Do you know what I do with thieves?

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JACUZZI

"Undress me." 

Thranduil’s voice is soft, but his command is not. You take away his empty wine glass, setting it aside in case he chooses to have more. You stand on your tiptoes and gingerly unclasp the brooch at his throat. It is beautiful, heavy and cold in your hand.

Smaug would give a scale from his underbelly for such a treasure.

But you no longer serve Smaug. The King of Mirkwood is your new master now, and he is eyeing you with cool impatience. Hastily, you put the brooch away and begin unbuttoning his tunic with nervous fingers.

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WINE AND SEDUCTION

"Drink.”

The King of Mirkwood hands you a glass of wine. It shimmers under the torchlight, the color of blood and fire. You have had wine before. Thick and sour, served in jewel-encrusted goblets, under the watchful eye of your previous master. You can remember the glare of his bright amber eye as you obediently downed goblet after goblet, until the world swirled red, gold, and black. You would dance for him, his fiery breath against your bare flesh.

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FLASHBACK #1         

 FLASHBACK #2

ORAL FIXATION

“Open your mouth.”

Thranduil brushes your lower lip with a glistening grape, and pushes it into your trembling mouth. It bursts, filling you with a gush of tangy sweetness. You are sitting across his lap, leaning against his arm. He twists another grape from the stem, and gently presses it against your mouth with his thumb. His expression is cool, but you see the simmering in his eyes. You part your lips slightly, accidentally flicking his thumb with your tongue. His lips curl into a half smile. He slowly pushes the tip of his thumb into your mouth, feeling the soft wetness of your tongue swirl about him.

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REVELATIONS

A shadow hangs over you. It is one of guilt. Of Desire.

Galadriel’s gaze is piercing, but the King of Greenwood is not fazed. He is used to her prying at his mind like a nosy woodpecker. He takes a slow sip of wine and meets her gaze with an icy one of his own. She smiles slightly.

She clouds your thoughts. She has bewitched you.

“She is none of your business.” He says quietly. “What is it that you want? You did not come all the way to my realm just to play mind games.”

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FLASHBACK #3 - FIRST LOVE

Cumber was waist-deep in the river, his dark hair plastered against his face. Glistening beads of water slid down his broad, muscular chest, leaving trails of silver down his abs. In the light of the setting sun, he was a gleaming god of a man: Ageless, chiseled perfection. He swept his hair from his gold-flecked eyes and caught you staring. He smirked at you. You smirked back.

 ”I’ve told you before. It’s unlady-like to stare.”

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FLASHBACK #4 - SECRETS IN THE DARK

Cumber’s head was buried into his arm, pressed against the wall. He hissed through gritted teeth as if he were in pain. His eyes were closed, his body slicked with sweat. His shirt was tossed carelessly on his bed. His trousers were bunched around his ankles.

You bit your lip and smiled to yourself.

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FLASHBACK #5 - WINE AND DESTRUCTION

Chest pains. The little devil had faked chest pains and deliberately grabbed his hands and pressed them against her. It had been a struggle, but she finally released him. But not before she caught in his expression his painful awareness of her warm softness.

Cumber buried his face into his hands, trying to ignore the dull throbbing in his head and loins. A whole day he wasted standing under a waterfall, trying in vain to chill the flame that she had so carelessly ignited. And now it was night. The burning was unabated, and the dull haze that had filled his mind grew thicker by the minute.  

Her teasing could not have come at a worse time. The full moon was out, and the beast within would overtake him tonight. Smaug was a sick opportunist, and it would take advantage of his weakness. He was not certain if he had the strength to stop it.

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WATCHFUL EYES

“What sort of barbarians are the Mirkwood elves that we keep prisoners as slaves?”

Legolas is leaning in the doorway with a scowl on his face. Thranduil turns from his maps and arches an eyebrow.

“…That ship has sailed months ago.”

“Then unsail it. Send her back to her people.”

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FLASHBACK #6 -  LOSS OF INNOCENCE

Cumber’s fingernails dug into her flesh as he pounded into her with the madness of a thousand sleepless nights.


Cumber… From her slick, swollen lips his name was a fervent command he could not disobey, a breath of sweet oxygen stoking the embers of his desire to feverish new heights. She moved with him, her heart-shaped ass slapping viciously against his thighs as she welcomed him deeper with every thrust, every grind.


Love me, Cumber…

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SPIDERS AND STARLIGHT

You rage against the darkness, fighting with the very fiber of your being as it drags you through the woods towards the oldest tree in the forest. Leaves and branches whip at your face; your arms are scratched and raw. But it is the guilt that eats away at you and leaves you cold and aching. The axe in your hand is blunt and unwieldy, the crude handiwork of orc. The darkness had you pry it from the carcass of a rotting spider, knowing that magic alone cannot pierce the ancient bark that houses what it desires above all else.

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FLASHBACK #7 - WHISPERS OF A PALANTIR

Such sadness for one so young, it whispered in your mind. I can feel your heartbreak through your fingertips.


You stared deep into Cumber’s crystal, mesmerized. The beautiful, smoky sphere was perfectly smooth and warm to the touch. Sweet, hazy numbness tingled through your fingers and rolled through you like a shimmering mist. You welcomed it, letting it draw your pain from your heart like one would draw venom from a wound.

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MELAMIN, MY LOVE

Thranduil feels the axe slam into his side. The dull pain knocks the breath from his lungs and he staggers against his bookcase. Who dares put an axe to his tree, in his forest? Blind rage is quickly replaced by chilling suspicion.

It is not just any tree that groans under the gouge of the axe. This tree is dear to him. Precious. He had cast the ward over it himself.

There can only be one reason why someone would put an axe to the mother of all oaks in his forest.

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FLASHBACK #8 - THE SORCERER’S WAGER

Cumbersmaug was the runt of the litter, hovering between sleep and awake in the warmth of his jewel-encrusted egg while his brothers and sisters breathed little rings of flame playfully at each other. They had hatched weeks ago, hanging off their mother’s long, slender neck excitedly while they waited for their baby brother to finally come out and play.

Gold and silver await you, my little Cumbersmaug, his mother whispered lovingly in firesong, curling her tail about him. A world of treasures await you in this wide, wide world.

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TIL DEATH DO US PART

The night she broke into his treasure room, the eternity Thranduil had resigned himself to fell away. His heart seized. His soul sang like he had been doused in starlight. He heard himself speak, but he barely knew what he said. From the soft blush of her cheeks, the nervous flick of the tongue across perfect, pink lips, the shiver of pinpricks dancing across her arms, he knew she was meant to be his.

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LOVE IS BLIND

Your Master’s passion was fire, his will cold, unyielding iron. Ambition burned brilliant red in his eyes; he took what he desired with brutality, sapping the very essence of what made something precious and grinding it beneath his heel when he was sated. He cared not what you were. Who you were. If you had a purpose, he would use you. If not, you were not worth keeping alive.

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DRINK WITH ME

Her mouth around his fingers should not have thrilled him like it did, sent butterflies dancing in his chest like it did.


“Touch me,” she breathed, her tongue soft and slick against his fingers. Her eyes were pools of wanton lust.


“…You dare command a king? Must I remind you who is your master?”


Thranduil’s throat was harsh and dry. Her mouth was hot and wet. Her dress fell from her like petals, pooling around her ankles. The flush of wine clung to her skin, running delicate bumps down her graceful limbs. His heart slammed against his ribs beneath the warm pressure of her palms. His entire body hummed as she slid her fingers gently to his shoulders, clasping behind his neck. He choked on his breath as she drew him in, her supple flesh pressed against him like they were cast of the same mold. The ticklish heat of her tongue slowly lapping against edge of his ear, from lobe to sensitive point. He bit his lip so hard he bruised.

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YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE

Cumber’s eyes are black and dead, his shoulders hunched forward in harrowing defeat.


Cumber. Smaug. They were one and the same, the two sides of the same fiery coin. All these years, he has been lying to you. The wine, the collar. Everything.


How you had sobbed into his arms, clung to him as a child. He was your protector, your guardian. You remember when he almost drowned saving you when you were caught in undertow of the river you promised never to swim in. The big, warm hands that bandaged your scraped knees, that wiped the tears from your eyes when you cried. They were drenched with the blood of your family.

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WATCH ME BURN

A single strand of hair infused in dragonlust, steeped in fire and Anath’s own secret concoction. The very catalyst that spawned the series of inevitable events, a downward spiral that lead to this very moment.


Mirkwood is a wasteland of rubble and ash. Smaug is missing.


And what of Cumber.


Cumber is gripping your shoulders, his haggard face inches from yours, icy blue flame curling like smoke from his lips. His eyes are dead and unseeing, but he senses you all the same. He slams you against the wall, a desperate, wounded beast.

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IF I WERE YOU

It should have been his mouth she kissed so urgently, his name falling so desperately from her lips.


As Thranduil watched her, he remembered the cruel suppleness of her flesh. Remembered the intoxicating scent of her, the taste of her. He remembered how perfectly she molded against his flesh, how she trembled beneath his fingertips. How she clenched around him and pulled him into lost oblivion.

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YOU KNOW I WILL FOLLOW

Gnarled branches covered in sickly moss loom over you like outstretched arms. Twisted vines scrape at your boots as you stumble through the depths of Mirkwood. You scarcely know what it is you’re doing. There are thousands of orcs between you and Mount Doom, and if what Anon said is true, the Dark Lord has returned. You have no plan, no idea how you’re going to make it to Mount Doom in one piece. All you know is that Cumber is lost, and you have to bring him back.

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POINT OF NO RETURN

The Brown Lands. The Dead Marshes. Battle Plain. Udun. Isenmouthe. Jagged words on a faded map that do little to capture the vastness of absolute wasteland between you and Mount Doom. You are out of food, and there is nothing but dead bark and poisonous mushrooms in this part of the forest, the evil of Dol Guldur poisoning everything in the vicinity.


You have gone too far to turn back now. You know the elven king still waits for you in his woods; you can feel the pain of his gaze lingering on your skin. But how can you turn back now?  How can you face his love when your heart cannot abandon Cumber? Your heart is raw; you cannot love both. That is not how love works. Yet to choose one over the other would kill you.

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EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE

“You think you have won! You think you have won the Dark Lord’s favor!” Anon hisses in your face, flame curling dangerously close and singing your hair. “You are NOTHING! He will grow tired of your shallow soul, your mortal flesh. You shall wither with age, and when he has no use of you, he will throw you to his orcs!”

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YOU BELONG TO ME

Legolas had been a lonely, quiet child. High elf by blood, Silvan elf by upbringing, he was too high-born to be truly accepted by the Silvans, yet too wild to be included in the company of other high elves. Disruptive, his tutors complained to his father. Untameable.


A part of him reveled in the knowledge, that he was not truly so high-born after all. That his mother’s Silvan blood flowed through him, gave him an edge that made other high-borns uncomfortable. And yet another part of him felt that his Silvan blood was what kept his father distant, kept him from connecting as he would have if Legolas were more like him.

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THE BREAKING POINT

“You have prevailed, Sauron,” Thranduil says slowly, stepping forward. “But it is not her you desire. It is the might of Mirkwood unified with a dragon that you want. Release her, and the might of Mirkwood is yours to command.”

He falls to one knee, and offers his sword to Sauron.  “For her freedom, I pledge my allegiance to you.”

How easily the Elven King submits. You have been preparing for this, haven’t you. To surrender it all. For her.

A cold smile plays on Sauron’s lips as He takes Thranduil’s sword and casts it aside. He draws iron-tipped fingers through Thranduil’s hair, as if caressing a pet. Then He wrenches his head back, eyes gleaming with hungry hellfire.

I see you, Thranduil, Sauron rasps. Beautiful creature filled with vice, with obsession. You of all people know how I savor the corruption of elves.

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ENDING ONE - WHAT THE HEART WANTS


ENDING TWO - YOUR HEART IS MINE (COMING SOON!)


Enjoy!