ugh you are too pretty

anonymous asked:

heyyyyyyy canni have some headcanons about kaz (figuratively) adopting wylan please????

  • there was this persistent nagging in the back of kaz’s mind to check in, check in, check in even when he knew wylan would be fine on his own
  • and he had jesper, jesper would help him
  • but like any concerned parent friend would worry about their child friend out there in the real world, he lost sleep wondering if wylan was handling the business okay
  • he staged a casual run in with wylan. complete with feigned surprise, i didn’t think i’d see you here, but the second he saw wylan’s gray ringed eyes he dropped the act and asked, “don’t you sleep?”
  • wylan blushed and looked away, muttering something about having too little time for himself these days and how stressful it was. kaz wanted to wring his neck for neglecting his health just as much as he wanted to get him tucked in bed
  • the reddening nose and the slight cough wylan had didn’t make matters any better
  • he ended up dragging wylan back home, and wylan, embarrassed, admitted he had paperwork to take care of but he was waiting for jesper to get home to read it to him
  • the two sat on the couch and kaz read wylan his papers, surprisingly soothing. by the end, wylan’s head drooped onto kaz’s shoulder and kaz went tense. but at least he’s sleeping, he thought. he remained there until he was struck with a bright idea and carefully readjusted wylan, arranging his head on a pillow, absently pushing curls from his eyes
  • kaz pulled blankets over him and forged his signature on the paperwork so he wouldn’t have to stress about writing, and he placed it on the coffee table where he could see it 
  • before leaving he told the servants wylan needed soup and to have an extra place setting at dinner that night because he’d be back
  • kaz returned with an overnight bag and a prepared lie for wylan and jesper’s questions, “the slat is leaking again. my room needs to be patched up.” he didn’t ask to stay, he simply brushed past them both before they could get in a word and he picked one of the guest rooms for himself
  • kaz would return often, stay a few days, help wylan where it was needed, but say things like “you have no idea how easy you’re making it for me to rip you and your new merch partners off.”
  • but wylan knew why kaz really came around as often as he did. he was worried, especially after he witnessed how bad wylan was adjusting to his new life. and wylan needed help, kaz could teach him so much
  • kaz knew wylan knew his true intentions, but neither of them said anything about it. they both appreciated the company of each other

“Stupid Freckles” - Digital Oil Painting

This picture wanted my soul. (See what I did there? Hehe) OMG, freckles and scruff and eyelashes… this was so difficult! But I wanted to do Jensen justice and in the end, I am super happy with how this turned out. He is just stupid pretty, ugh.

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.

  • Seven: Hey bro?
  • Yoosung: Yeah, bro?
  • Seven: Bro, I want to show you the whole world.
  • Yoosung: Okay, bro,
  • Seven: *holds up mirror*
  • Yoosung: But bro, that's just me.
  • Seven: You're my whole world bro...
  • Yoosung: *tears in his eyes* Bro...

++mobile masterlist +b&b masterpost

parts; (one) (two) (three) (four) (five) (six

summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.

word count: 3,594

warnings: none that i know of

author’s note: i like this series so far!!! but tbh this part felt so rushed im creasing at my badd grammar but anyways i feel like i made y/n into an asshole lol uhhhhh enjoy??!!?? (i still dont know how to end these things)

A good night’s sleep is what usually prevented you from short temper. When your management told you that you could have a five-month break from touring to write your songs for the next album, you were ecstatic. Especially since this meant you could sleep as long as you want on most days of the week.

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Someone requested an imagine from my Instagram so… here it is!

Credit to the gif owner! (Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this gif from so if you guys know, let me know so I can tag them!)

Requested from a darling friend. Enjoy!! 💕
It was your first time at a meet and greet.

Especially for SpiderMan: Homecoming.

Iron Man and SpiderMan were your favorite Marvel characters, so getting to see them a week early before the national debut was a big thing deal for you.

You waited in like with your best friend, who shared a love for superheros as well. Despite her favorite being Flash.

“Robert is so hot for an older guy.” She swoons. You giggle and she makes and ‘ugh’ face.

“He is. But Tom Holland is pretty cute too.” You say.

“He looks like a 10 year old who hasn’t hit puberty yet.” She says. You swat her arm and she smiles.

“He is playing a freshmen in the movie.” You declare as the line surges forward.

“Yeah yeah. I know. I just like teasing you.” She laughs. You roll your eyes and your heart pumps louder as you see Robert and Tom at the tables, taking photos and chatting with the fans.

You loved the fact that even though these things were rushed, they still made time for the fans.

You guys are next and you hand practically also faints in RDJ’s arms.

“How much booze did you give her?” He asks me as I snap a photo of her and him. Its my turn and I laugh.

“None surprisingly. She just really loves you.” I say, smiling for the photo.

“And you don’t? Do that again. I think I blinked.” He says to my bestie.

“I’m obsessed.” I say, smiling again. He shoots me a wink and a smile and tells me to add the photo to my shrine. I laugh and head over to Tom, who freezes when he sees me.

God I must be bright red.

“H-hi.” I manage to say, hoping not to spit on him.

I hold my hand out so he can slip on the SpiderMan bracelet but my hand starts to shake. He chuckles and goes to put the bracelet on but fumbles, his fingers not being able to clasp it.

“I-I’m so sorry.” he stutters. I smile sheepishly and he finally gets it on, holding my hand.

“Just get married why don’t you?” My bestie says, snorting at us. I blush even harder and Tom’s face goes red.

I turn to leave when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Sorry for not being able to put the bracelet on. But I was wondering if you guys would like to catch up for some lunch after?” Tom says, pointing to Harrison who waves.

“Sure.” My bestie says.

“Can I have your number so I can tell you where to meet?” He asks.

My bestie elbows me in the side and I come back to reality.

“Yeah okay.” I manage to say.

He flashes a smile and leaves, the piece of paper with my never on it, tucked into his shirt pocket.

Tagging @theonlyonelives

Kill ‘Em With Kindness - PART SIX

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Bucky Barnes x Reader

  You had been detected. You were now on their radar.  You were recruited for one mission only.  You’re trained and put to the test.  With your background, everyone realizes it was a mistake recruiting a college student who would soon be faced with the thing that drove her to kill in the first place.

Warnings: violence, swearing

Word Count: 3,292

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen… I want to ruin you.”

“You’re too late.”

A/N: so, I drew the protagonist’s suit! Just imagine the Tony Stark touch and you’re good to go! ENJOY!


Flashback- 3 years ago.

    “Y/N, it is literally every girl’s dream to study abroad in Paris!” Lucy exclaimed.  You shook your head and grinned at her.

    “Ugh, but it’s just too pretty!” you matched her pitch.  Walking down the streets of Paris with dozens of shopping bags in your hands, you and Lucy took to sight-seeing.  It was Lucy’s honeymoon.  Her husband was the C.E.O of one of the biggest companies in New York City, just behind Tony Stark’s legacy. Lucy met him when they hailed the same taxi, and she would never let you forget how her love story was one for the books.  She always promised you would experience the same. You had just turned 18 and even though this was Lucy’s honeymoon, she dragged you to Paris as a graduation gift.

    “Maybe you’ll meet someone here! C’mon, Y/N! Live life to the fullest!” Lucy giggled.  You rolled your eyes and pushed her shoulder.  

    “I should get my degree before I even think about romance,” you explained.  She groaned and threw her head back.  You smiled, your eyes crinkling and your teeth showing.

    “Romance never comes at the wrong time!” she said.  

    “Lucy, you know damn well that’s not true,” you smiled.  She shrugged her shoulders and adjusted the multiple bags in her hands.  

    “I’m just saying.  My baby sister is going to start college soon and I’m off living the dream,” Lucy mentioned.

   Your mouth fell open and you punched her arm playfully.  “Are you saying I’m not living the dream?”

   She laughed, “No! Oh my god, I just meant that I feel like our life is going by so fast and I’m already near my mid-life crisis, hence ‘the dream’.”

    The playful nature between the two of you was never outdated.  Ever since you two were placed in foster care, you were inseparable.  A family would take you in, drop you two, and then the cycle began all over again.  Once Lucy turned 18, she dragged you out and rented a small apartment in Queens.  While she struggled with two jobs, you finished high school.  Luckily for the two of you, as Lucy would gloat, she met Mark before you entered college.  He offered to pay for your education and groceries, letting Lucy take care of all the apartment’s needs.  You were fond of Mark and you were happy that Lucy was happy.

    “I was thinking Germany,” you replied.  

    She stopped walking abruptly.  You turned to her and walked back to her.  

    “What the fuck you gonna do in Germany? You don’t even know German!” Lucy exclaimed, trying to catch her breath from laughing so much.  You grabbed her arm and started walking beside her.  

    “Just seems cool, you know?” you said.  She nodded and looked up to watch the birds flying over your heads.

    “Then we’ll come and live in Germany for a while,” she mentioned.  You turned to her wide eyed.  

    “You can’t just leave New York!” you tried to explain but Lucy stopped you.

    “Anywhere you go, I go, remember?” You smiled at her, and leaned your head on her shoulder.  

    Ten minutes passed before you reached a secluded alleyway.  You and Lucy turned around and headed back the other way.  When stepping out of the alleyway, a large black van almost ran the two of you over.  Lucy launched backwards and covered your body with hers.  The two of you stood looking at the van as it made a U-turn and headed towards the two of you again.  Dropping your shopping bags, you clutched Lucy’s hand and ran to escape the van.

    Both of you whimpering as the van got closer, you contemplated whether to detach and run in different directions.  They couldn’t follow the both of you.  

   “We should split up!” you yelled.  Lucy whipped her head towards you and nearly dodged a trash can in the middle of the sidewalk. 

   “Like hell we’ll split up! What part of ‘anywhere you go, I go’ don’t you understand?” she yelled.  You only nodded, holding onto her hand for dear life.

    The van made a sharp turn, cutting the two of you off from running any further.  You stopped before you rammed into its side, backing away with Lucy.  You two were about to turn and run the other way but the side doors slid open and four armed men stepped out.  

    “Run and we’ll litter the bullets,” one of them spoke.  You glanced at Lucy who only squeezed your hand tighter.

    “Where’s your husband?”

    Lucy choked on the sob she accidentally let slip.  You had never seen her so scared.  

    “We won’t ask again… Where is your husband?” they repeated.

    Aiming the gun at you, he removed the safety.  Lucy stepped in front of you, removing your hand from hers and putting both her hands in the air.

    “He’s not here,” Lucy truthfully answered.  

    “Bullshit.  Tell us where he is or else you’ll be picking up your little sister’s brains.”  You whimpered and clutched the back of Lucy’s shirt.

    “I’ll take you to him… Just don’t hurt her,” Lucy said.  

    “No, no! Lucy, no,” you cried, trying to step in front of her.

    “I’ll take you to him,” she repeated.  You choked and tasted your salty tears.

    “Just take me,” Lucy stepped towards the men.  They grabbed her and quickly tied her hands together.

   “No, please! Don’t take her!” you tried to grab her arm but a sharp, metallic object connected with your temple.  You fell backwards, clutching the side of your head.  You looked at your blood-stained hand and then back at your sister.

    “Stay here! Don’t you dare try to save me!” Lucy screamed.  You shook your head and stood back up, only to be knocked to the floor with a swift kick to the chest.

    “Y/N! Please, listen to me! I’ll be alright!” Lucy tried to reassure you.  Her words were overshadowed by a loud pop and a shriek.  With one swift turn, they had twisted Lucy’s left arm to the point of dislocation.  You yelped and tried to get up.

    “Lucy, please,” you begged, watching as the men picked her up and threw her into their van.  Standing up one last time, you scrambled to the van before the doors closed.

     “If we don’t have your husband, we get her,” one of the men told Lucy while roughly turning her face towards his.

    You didn’t hear her anymore.  All you saw were black dots, the stinging sensation in your neck sending you to the floor while your whole body violently shook.

    Hours.  It took hours before you woke up in a sweat surrounded by worried strangers.  They had left you in the middle street.  You tried to stand up quickly but the pain in your head sent you back.  The strangers tried to help you stand but your dead weight prompted them to drag you to the sidewalk instead.  

    “They took my sister,” you choked out.  You shook your head and smacked their helping hands away from you.  “They took my sister!”

    You filed a police report.  Mark rushed into the station to see if you were okay.  You were frozen.  Your face hadn’t changed since you walked through those doors.  Mark explained to you that they wanted him, not Lucy.  They took her so he would be forced to sign a deal with them.  They took her and you couldn’t save her.  

    You woke up on the floor.  You groaned and massaged the elbow you fell on. You stared at your ceiling, holding your arm, and tried to calm yourself.  

   You sat up slowly, your face still scrunched up in pain.  You shook your head.  You just wanted to forget. Tap. Tap. Tap, tap.

    “.- .-. . / -.– — ..- / — -.- .- -.– ..–..” Are you okay? You stood up and tapped out a response.

    “-.– . … .-.-.-“ Yes.

    Not a lie.  You were physically fine.  

    That morning, you were called down to the lab.  You hadn’t spoken to Tony since he snapped at you so you prepared yourself for another battle.  Instead, Tony was accompanied by Bruce, the two of them looking proud of themselves.

     “What’s up with you guys?”

    Tony turned around, “Oh, Miss Y/L/N! You made it.”

    “I live two minutes from here.”  Your voice was dripping with sarcasm.  You didn’t want to fight but that didn’t mean you had to follow all the rules.

    “I’m going to ignore that.  Bruce, show the girl.”

    Bruce took off his glasses and smiled towards you.  He inched closer and held his hand out to you.  With confusion written all over your face, you stared at his empty hand.

     “We have something to show you,” Bruce stated.  You took his hand and he guided you to the back of the lab, where a mannequin stood loud and proud.  Your eyes bulged out of your head when you saw what it was wearing.

    “Is that my suit?” Gaping, you walked around the mannequin and inspected your suit from top to bottom.  “Damn, you went front Target to Gucci.”

    Your typical black and dark green suit had major alterations.  The collar was popped up, resembling that of an evil queen.  Green lace traveled down the arms, the end red and meant to wrap around the knuckles like a fingerless glove.  A ‘lips’ emblem was sprawled across the chest and a red belt hugged at the waist.  The rest of the suit black, the only contradiction being at the middle of the thighs where the green pockets matched those of a garter. The texture of the suit was like Peter’s.  Finally, a long zipper was found at the back of the suit and there were no detachable shoes, meaning you would have to step into the suit altogether.

    “Why didn’t you put the zipper in the front?  Someone’s gonna have to zip me up each time,” you laughed.  The two men looked at each other.

    “Punch that emblem in the middle of your chest and it’ll zip you up without any assistance,” Tony said, punching buttons on his tablet.  You smiled and felt the suit.

     “You modeled my suit after Peter’s,” you stated.  You looked towards Tony with a dorky grin on your face, waiting to hear what Tony had to say about that.  Tony smirked and casually answered you.

     “Yeah, so? I reused the design, sue me.”

    You chuckled and asked if you could try it on.  Bruce took the suit off the mannequin and handed it to you.  Excitement filled your soul and you didn’t even step out of the room to undress and throw the suit on.  Bruce turned away but Tony took a quick peek.  

    You squealed, the schoolgirl attitude you had covered for so long revealing itself.  You hit the emblem and watched in awe as the suit hugged your body, the collar making you look sinister and the garters making you look irresistible.  

    “Mr. Stark, oh my God! I can’t thank you enough!” you launched yourself towards the working man, surprising him and yourself when you leaped into his occupied arms and wrapping your arms around his neck.  Bruce adjusted his glasses and chuckled but he held his arms out when you stepped off Tony and leaped to him as well.  He caught you, showcasing his confusion to Tony who only shrugged his shoulders.  

    “I got to show this to Bucky!” You exited the lab and ran down the halls, the smile on your face highly contagious those who crossed your path.  Once in the kitchen, you scanned for Bucky but only found Steve.  

    “Look, look, look!” you cheered, stepping in front of Steve in a superhero pose.  He took in the sight of you and tried to match your excitement.

    “You look incredible!”

    “I know!” You raced out of the kitchen and to the gym.  It seemed like Bucky was nowhere to be found so you modeled for Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and even Vision before you saw his shaggy entering the elevator.  

    You patted your suit down to search for a knife or any new object to stop the elevator doors from closing.  Finding nothing, you groaned and reached for a leftover tablet and threw it.  To your astonishment, the tablet stopped the doors from closing just in time.  Bucky was stunned and stood there wide eyed until he saw you.  You skipped towards the elevator, your giddiness rubbing onto Bucky.

    “Open them,” you pointed to the elevator doors.  Bucky placed his hands on either side of the elevator doors and pulled them open.  You caught the tablet and stepped inside.

     “I didn’t think that would work,” you admitted, shaking the tablet in the air.

     “Well, it scared the hell out of me.”

     When Bucky pressed the button for a floor, you twirled and shook your body slightly so Bucky could see the suit and its movements.

    “You look great.”

    “Just great?”

    “Fucking brilliant, doll.”

    You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling like a mad woman and instead laughed along with Bucky.  Seeing the elevator still had a good five floors to ascend, you pushed Bucky to the wall and kissed him.  He was taken aback but quickly caught on and gripped your hips closer to his.  You pushed yourself closer, allowing him to put his hands on your neck instead.  When he reached for your face, your collar blocked his path.

    “Oops,” you giggled against his lips.  You stepped back and pinched the collar of your suit, flaunting it towards Bucky.

    “Take it off, doll,” he flirted and the elevator doors opened.  

    “Whoops,” you stated, hitting your emblem and walking out of the elevator as the suit pooled around your ankles.  You bent down to grab the fabric, carrying it in your arms.  You turned to walk away from Bucky who you left stunned, frustrated, and quite giddy as well.

     You were asked to train in your suit with Natasha.  You tucked as many knives as you could in the pockets of your suit: under your armpits, on top of your wrists, the sides of your ribcage, your hips, the sides of your shins, the bottom of the boots, and the back pockets.  The knives ranged from only a limited size, none larger than a regular kitchen knife.  This was useful, considering they retracted and bent at your command.

     “Where are you going to carry your guns?” Natasha asked.  You furrowed your eyebrows and continued tucking the knives into your suit.

    “I don’t use guns,” you stated.

    “What do you mean you don’t use guns?”

    “I don’t know how to use them,” you replied.  You were trained in hand-to-hand combat with the most personal weapon a person could use to kill another human being.

    “You don’t know how to shoot?” Natasha gaped at you.  She looked worried and you tried to shrug that off.

    “I didn’t see the need.”

    “You need to learn as soon as possible,” she said.  

    “Natasha, trust me.  I don’t need to.”  She scoffed and handed you the gun strapped to her waist.

    “Shoot that target.  You miss, you learn.”

    You stared at the gun, turning it in your hand and closing your eyes.  You never enjoyed this weapon, its heaviness and size intimidating you.

    You raised your arms and aimed the gun at the target.  Thinking back to your training, you closed your left eye and saw that the gun was centered in the middle.  You shifted your arms to the left slightly and shot.  You missed the middle of the target by a few inches, cursing yourself.

    “That’s not bad.”

    You sighed, “I take too long to shoot.”

    “We can fix that,” Natasha stated, taking the gun from you and attaching it back to her waist.

    “I’m trained in hand-to-hand combat, Natasha.  Guns aren’t my thing.”

    “They need to be… trust me.”

    “Just shoot for me,” you joked.  Natasha chuckled but the seriousness in her eyes told you that you would soon be shooting and stabbing people when you fought.

    “Hand-to-hand training… where did you train?”

    “I already told you. Germany,” you said.  Natasha shook her head.

    “No, where? Don’t bullshit me, Y/L/N.”

    You bit your lip and fiddled with the pocket knife near your wrist.  “I studied abroad in Germany.  After they took my sister, I wanted to learn how to defend myself.  I was angry, broken, and stupid.  I followed the best martial arts competitor at my school to his hide-out one day.  I wasn’t allowed to leave until I promised not to tell anyone.  After a few days, I learned they relocated underground.  I followed that, too.  I begged them to teach me.”

     That was the most you had ever spoken without someone replying or stopping you.  You continued, “They taught me the basics. Flips, kicks, punches, stabbings… you name it.  They forbid guns.  They said that if we couldn’t take someone down with our bare hands, we didn’t deserve to live.”

    Natasha nodded, but the next hour was spent on teaching you how to shoot.

    Sunday night.  Everyone was called down to the conference room with very important news.  Everyone was grumpy considering it was close to the building’s bedtime.  All were in their pajamas besides Thor and Vision, the two just coming back from a mission.

     “What’s this about, Stark?” Steve took a seat besides Bucky, who was secretly holding your hand under the table.  The small gesture warmed your heart but your face remained blank.  

     “We know who planted the cameras.”  

     The atmosphere in the room changed immediately.  Everyone was now more alert, forgetting about the lack of sleep they were experiencing.  You felt Bucky squeeze your hand.

    “Who was it?” you asked through clenched teeth.  

    Tony clicked his screen and brought up two videos.  You leaned forward in your chair and squinted your eyes.

    “What am I supposed to be looking for?” you asked.  The video was simply angled towards the entrance of the compound and the people entering were people you saw every day.

    “Watch.”  Tony sped the video up and stopped it when the image of a woman with a baseball cap, her eyes facing the floor.

    “Who is she?” you asked, watching as she maneuvered her way through countless of guards with skill.  You stared at the video in bewilderment.  How could she have gotten passed everyone?

    “No idea.  When she entered the building, she used a duplicate I.D card from a woman that already works here.  The owner of that I.D. showed up to the party.  Facial recognition didn’t match this woman to the I.D.”

    The time mark of the video flashed a date that raised confusion.

    “Wait, that’s dated to a week before I even arrived here,” you surveyed.  You stood from your seat and let go of Bucky’s hand.  

    “That’s why we’re so worried,” Bruce commented.  Your chest was rising quicker than normal.  You were getting nervous.

    “They knew I would come here?”  That wasn’t possible.  Peter didn’t mean to get you captured.  There was no way they could have predicted this.

     “That’s not possible,” a new voice sounded from the corner of the room.  Peter hugged his sweater and his face matched yours.  Confusion struck everyone.

    “The second video surprised us more,” Tony said, dragging the second video to view.  The woman was standing outside what was to be your new bedroom door, a HYDRA patch advertised on the arm of her leather jacket.  Your eyes widened as she typed in the correct code to your room and entered.  

    “Why the hell is HYDRA after me?” HYDRA didn’t kidnap your sister.  They couldn’t have.

    “We looked up your incident,” Tony said.  Your heart fell and you looked to Bucky for relief.  He took your hand in his once again and tried to control his breathing as well.

    “Your sister’s husband… He made a deal with HYDRA.”


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So you’re seeing someone start to realise that he only can rely on himself, and moving forward that’s going to be very fun - as you start to see someone perhaps trust himself more than other people, and his joy is going to be used a little differently.


In the extremely unusual occasion that a run in with the FAHC results in an arrest rather than an all out firefight an argument could be made that the members of LSPD are even more displeased than the criminals themselves. It’s not just that many feel the crew members don’t even deserve the luxury of an arrest, think the world would be a better place if they were shot on sight, but also the fact that the interrogations themselves never go to plan. The possibility of being the one who brings about the downfall of the FAHC sours in the face of the intangible feeling that the arrest was intentional, that getting one of the Fakes into an interrogation room is still somehow playing into their plans.

Neither Pattillo nor the elusive Brownman have ever made it to the station, the few occasions which have come close getting cut short before they get any further than the squad car. Pattillo is unerringly polite even while effortlessly knocking out arresting officers, while Brownman is utterly relaxed, putting up no resistance and complaining loudly about losing the chance to sleep away the afternoon in custody when his crewmates drag him free. Dooley, on the other hand, seems to turn up at the station with alarming regularity; the FAHC’s newest member wandering in for anything from paying off minor traffic tickets to reporting petty crime. Its infuriating, the man exuding nothing but appropriate respect and utter sincerity, and without any evidence, without anything but street knowledge of his involvement, they can do nothing but treat him like a regular citizen.

When Ramsey is brought in he is calm, judgemental and obnoxiously sure of himself. He proclaims his innocence, his ignorance, his life as a simple businessman with just enough of a smirk to make it clear he is laughing at them, never once even hinting at anything incriminating. Interrogating the man is always a race against the clock; through bail or legal intervention he’s out of their hands almost as soon as they get him. Once, and only once, a detective tried to go the unethical threatening route, claimed other members of the crew were in unrecorded rooms having one-on-one sessions of their own, that if Ramsey cared about them at all he would just confess and save them all the trouble. It was months before they got all the blood off the walls, and the mysterious failure of every camera in the interview room had the station caught up in internal investigations while Ramsey walked away scott free.

Where interviewing Ramsey is always too short to be satisfying, no detective can be done with Jones fast enough. At first the fact that he doesn’t shut up seems like gift, his rages an easy way to trip him up, trick him into revealing information, but its not. Jones will curse you out, run his mouth about the precinct, the cheif, your mother, his own mother, and the competence levels of his crew but he never says anything of use. Even when they wise up to his methods, realise he is waiting out his time as efficiently as Ramsey in his own way, there is still no directing him; his rants and rages as genuine as they are frustrating.

The observant would note that the vagabond was never once arrested before the force gets a photo of his face, fuzzy and still obscured by face-paint but finally mask-free. When he is brought in, silent and looming but disturbingly amiable, the first thing they take is his mask. Then promptly wish they could put it back on, piercing blue eyes amused and unconcerned as the Vagabond’s smirk only twists his face-paint into more grotesque obscurity. Despite staying utterly silent, being securely chained the the table and making no aggressive moves three separate detectives leave his interrogation room in a near panic, two more refusing to even enter in the first place. Mask or no mask there is no lawyer alive who could argue for the Vagabond’s freedom, but a convenient explosion grants enough distraction for the empty cuffs to be left neatly on the table, a box full of contraband disappearing alongside the familiar black skull.

Interviewing Free feels a lot like signing up to the crew’s personal watch list. He doesn’t have the presence or deniability of Ramsey, doesn’t rage like Jones or ooze threat like the Vagabond. Instead Free is all smiles and winks and cheeky flirtation, derailing the interrogation to ask questions of his own, from opinions on sea monkeys to the statistical likelihood of extra-terrestrial life. For those detectives who play along he will answer questions in turn, talking fondly about the most dangerous criminals in the city, never actually helpful but close enough that it almost feels like a victory. For those who don’t, the detective’s who’s interrogations are aggressive and underpinned by something nastier, Free’s demeanour doesn’t change, but his careless questions do. He asks about their money problems, their monthly AA meetings, the not-always-figurative skeletons in their closets. He’ll ask, still smiling despite the rising tension, about each of their family members by name.

lockedoore  asked:

Your werewolf mike thing is the cutest and poly burners and super heroes and burner swap and aaaa. i am not okay this is great.

Werewolf Mike is one of my fav. parts of that document.  I understand why a lot of the anthro I see in peoples’ tags are bunny Mike, it’s the hair and the NEED FOR SPEED, but I mean

That right there is a Dog Person.

I have a lot of love for werewolf Mike 

         HAPPY FURUSAWA DAY! [1/18] °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °



You have been with the bidders for three years now, it is Christmas time, and Baba and Ota have gone about and decorated the penthouse. Everyday it seems as if there is more and more decorations. After a long day of work you were paged, you walk into the penthouse and see all but one of the bidders before you grinning like school kids. Raising your eyebrow to them you cautiously walk in staring at them.

(Y/N): “Guys? You are creeping me out smiling like that… Care to share why?”

They giggle and look at each other while giggling again, slowly looking toward the ceiling, before you have the chance to look up at what they are looking at, you……

Hear a wicked chuckle and his hands placed on your hips pulling you close, you look back and see Eisuke smirking.

Eisuke: “If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could of just said so, no need to go through the trouble of hanging that up.” He points up at the mistletoe, once you see it you  realize you are in trouble, good kind of trouble.

Baba: “Boss she is already blushing.” He and Ota chuckle softly to themselves.

(Y/N): “Eisuke we both know I didn’t put that there…”

Eisuke: Whispering in my ear. “I know… I did.” Taken back by the honest confession you quickly turn around and face him. He looks down at you smirking. “You are as red as a tomato.” He kisses each of your cheeks. Smirking down at you. “Oh they can get redder, let’s see what happens now.” He kisses your lips, shoving his tongue in your mouth.

Soryu: Sighing and rubbing the back of his neck “Really?”

Ota: “Soryu is 100% done with Eisuke shit!” He chuckles.

Baba: “Someone is jealous….” Baba points to Shuichi.

Shuichi: “Don’t be ridiculous!”

Hikaru: “Haha yeah he is jealous!” Shuichi glares at Hikaru.

Mamoru: “The kid is going to die from embarrassment or lack of oxygen?”

Eisuke: Eisuke finally pulls his lips away, he smirks down at me and whispers. “We will continue later.” Giving him a slight nod while biting your bottom lip.

Baba: “I think boss broke (Y/N).”

Luke: “Their kids would have amazing bones…”

(Y/N): “WHAT?!?”

Baba: “Aww look the doctor fixed her!” Everyone laughs and you turn red again.


Are suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled backward, your back completely against his chest. Looking up and behind you, you can see Soryu face and the mistletoe he “saved” you from walking under. His arm is wrapped around your chest in a protective way.

Soryu: Glaring around at everyone. “Who’s idea this time?” He has a point the bidders have put Soryu and I in some strange things over the years, we are always getting locked in rooms, or sent out to do business trips for the auctions (where we end up having to share a hotel room with one bed), or other stupid things like making us sit together at the auctions and stuff. Even the Ice Dragons themselves put us in things like this.

(Y/N): Speaking softly, so I don’t piss him off more, “Umm… Soryu, the mistletoe isn’t going to attack me, you can let go…”

Eisuke: Chucking. “Soryu watch out it might come to life, (Y/N) maybe he wants to hold you.” He flashes you his cocky smirk.

Luke: “Soryu do you have a fever? You are red!”

Baba: “Sor is blushing?!?!?”

Ota: “Wow!”

(Y/N): Soryu is still holding onto you, but you fell him reaching for his gun. “Soryu!!”

Soryu: “What?”

(Y/N): “Put the gun back. They are just trying to piss you off. Just ignore them.” You can see the angry leave his face and him smile softly at you, and letting you go.

Hikaru: “I thought he hated women.”

Shuichi: “Must have a soft spot for her.”

Mamoru: “Hey (Y/N) go ahead and walk under that mistletoe and let a real man show you a good time.” He really trying to start something with Soryu.

(Y/N): “Hey old man, you couldn’t keep up with a kid like me!”

Hikaru: “Damn that was good, for you.”

Eisuke: “pfft, this is interesting.”

Soryu: Chuckling… “Come on (Y/N) lets go, Inui wanted to see you.” You guys walk out of the penthouse, “Hey….” When he doesn’t say anything else you turn around and he kisses you on the lips, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you…. And the silly immature situations they put us in.”

(Y/N): Wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing him back. “I love you too Soryu…. And I love the fact the bidders go through the he trouble to bring us closer. Maybe it’s time we tell them… It’s been a year after all.”

Soryu: He grins and nods. “Tomorrow.”


Feel a pair of hands gently place themselves on your waist.

Baba: “Oh my princess…. Isn’t it my lucky day?” You quickly look up and see the mistletoe. You feel Baba breath on your ear. “How about it pretty lady?”

(Y/N): “Only in your dreams buddy!” He chuckles.

Eisuke: “So boring!”

Ota: “Really?”

Mamoru: “Damn kid!”

Hikaru: “Told you she wouldn’t do it, she is too chicken.” He smirks, as if he is daring you. That ass, he always knows what will make you do something. You shot him a glare.

Turning around in Baba arms, you grab his tie and pull him toward you, planting your lips on his. After a few seconds you pull away, Baba is shocked and doesn’t say anything he is frozen. Turning around the other bidders are just staring blankly at you.

(Y/N): “Now if that was all you needed I will be leaving.” You start walking out.

Baba: “Princess…. Wait” He chases after you.


Hear a soft chuckle and someone gently pats your head.

Ota: “Koro!” Whispering in your ear. “Look up…”

(Y/N): “I’m not a dog!” Looking up, and seeing the mistletoe. Ugh! These guys are annoying.

Baba: “Pretty lady you don’t look too happy.”

Ota: “Koro?” He cocks his head to the side. Sighing you stand on your tip toes and give him a quick kiss on the lips and step away awhile blushing. “Koro! That’s a good girl!”

(Y/N): Rolling your eyes… “I will be leaving now.”

Mamoru: “You scared the kid off.” He chuckles. Ota walking out slowly following you.

Soryu: “He does have a strange fetish…”

Hikaru: “Is it really any worst than bones?” Everyone turns to Luke who just smiles.


Feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around you see Mamoru with an unlit cigarette in his hand and pointing toward the ceiling. After seeing the mistletoe you sigh and roll your eyes, just as you were about to say something when Mamoru kisses your cheek. You look back up towards him and he just smirks.

Baba: “Wait!! No… On the lips!!”

Ota: “That was the plan!”

Mamoru: Eyes widen in shock… “The hell? Shut up!”

(Y/N): “The plan Mamoru?” You cross your arms while raising an eyebrow in question.

Luke: “Oh Sexy Bones, he asked Baba and…..” Baba coved Luke’s mouth with his hand.

Baba: “Luke, what are you talking about?”

Eisuke: “This is entertaining!” He crosses his arms.

Shuichi: “I have to agree with you for once!”

Hikaru: “They are dumb asses!”

(Y/N): “So Mamoru?”

Mamoru: “I… have no idea what they are talking about!”

(Y/N): “Lie!” Reaching up, grabbing his tie and pulling him close. “If your plan was to kiss me, then step up to the plate and do it right old man…… Or are you too much of a slacker to do so?” He stares blankly at you, like he is trying to process what you just said. “Well I guess I need a real man to step up to the plate and kiss me under this mistletoe.” You flash a sexy smirk at Soryu, knowing it will piss Mamoru off.

Baba: “Why Sor?”

Soryu: “Ohh…” Soryu realize what you are doing, and plays along. He stands up and starts walking toward you. “She’s has gotten good with her sassy remarks.” He chuckles.

Mamoru: “Hmph… Him?” You are still smirking at Soryu as he is coming closer, Mamoru has had enough now, he grabs your chin turning you to face him and plants a deep passionate kiss on your lips. He breaks the kiss your cheeks glowing like a tomato, “Still want him?” He whispers. You shake your head no. “Good! Let’s go.” He drags you out and to his suite.

Baba: “Soryu you could of stolen a kiss from her!!”

Soryu: Pulling his gun out, “What you say?” Baba just shakes his head no.


Hear a sigh coming from behind you, you slowly turn around.

Shuichi : “Maybe because you and I have somehow ended up standing under a mistletoe? How old are these guys?”

(Y/N): Looking up you spot the mistletoe you roll your eyes and chuckling to yourself. “Really guys?” Sighing… “So betting on my reaction or his? Oh I know we are going all in and betting on both?”

Shuichi : “I agree they are bidding on both of us”

Baba: “Aww come on now, kiss her!!”

Ota: “Kiss her!” Shuichi lets out a sigh.

The next moment shuichi grabbed your chin turning your face to face him and kissed you on the lips, quick peck on the lips, he pulls away slightly and smirks, then gives you another quick peck and pulls away completely.

Shuichi : Whispering so you only can hear. “It would be nice if we can continue… Later.” You begin to blush.

Eisuke: “He actually did it…”

Luke: “Should of touched her collar bones…” Everyone clearly heard him but he is reading a book, and probably is talking to himself.

Mamoru: “The hell?!?”

Soryu: “Wow” you can hear Baba and Ota giggling like school girls.

(Y/N): “Can…. You let go of my chin now please!”

Hikaru: “Haha, she didn’t like it…. Haha….Bet she making a stupid face right now.”

Shuichi: Quickly letting go of my chin, he has the slightly bit of hurt in his eyes. “Hikaru shut up!”

(Y/N): Whispering softly “I will come by later.” He grins and heads over to the rest of the bidders.


Are greeted by someone running their finger down your spine. You know it’s Luke, you would know that touch anywhere. He is always touching you inappropriately to feel your bones.

(Y/N): “Luke please stop.” You say softly.

Luke: “But sexy bones…” You turn around and see Luke’s pouting face.

(Y/N): “Luke it’s just…. Awkward….” He glances up, and a light pink blush spreads a crossed his face. Following his line of sight you see the mistletoe hanging. “Baba!! This was your doing wasn’t it.”

Baba: “Aww pretty lady why are you blaming me? But since it’s there how about a show?”

Soryu: “I’m sure he would trade that kiss for just a touch of your collar bones.” He chuckles.

Eisuke: “Oh Soryu you are a bad….” Seriously? Soryu you planted that mistletoe?

Luke: “Why is he bad?” He has his head cocked to the side.

(Y/N): Leaning toward Luke you plant a simple kiss on his cheek and whisper. “He is bad because Soryu put the mistletoe there to trick us..” A smile forms on Luke’s face, he grabs you pulling you close. “Luke!?!?” He quickly pecks your lips and heads straight to your collar bones running his tongue along them both before pulling away. You stand there totally frozen.

Soryu: Rubbing his neck and blushing “Umm…..”

Mamoru: “I think he broke the kid… She has never been this quiet.” You can clearly hear Hikaru and shuichi signing.

Eisuke: “If you are going to touch her again, get a damn room!”

Luke nobs firmly and grabs your hand dragging you away. You are still completely in shock.


Hear a beyond pissed off sigh, knowing who it is you don’t even turn around.

(Y/N): “For some reason I believe there is an idiot behind me.”

Hikaru: “At least I’m not stupid enough to walk right into a trap, under a mistletoe, you stupid ass.” Glancing up, shit I did didn’t I? He must notice I agreed because he is now standing in front of me smirking. “There’s that dumb look of yours again!”

(Y/N): “I rather have a dumb look on my face then look as stupid as you do.”

Mamaoru: “These two kids are annoying as hell together.”

Soryu: “I rather enjoy the way she is with him. Better than her being afraid of everything. Besides I’m not having to save her all the time anymore…” Everyone stares at Soryu and he just shrugs it off.

Baba: “They are just sexually frustrated. They both need a good release.” Baba winks toward you two, but Hikaru and you have been glaring at each other the whole time.

Ota: “What the hell are they doing? You guys know a mistletoe is where you kiss not stare right?”

Hikaru and (Y/N): “I’m not stupid!” You guys say while turning and looking toward Ota. Quickly turning to look at each other again. “Hey!!” Glaring at each other.

Baba: “Aww come on guys, kiss!!”

Hikaru: “You think I am going to kiss this stupid dumb looking girl.”

Shuichi: “That’s just his way of saying ‘I think she’s pretty but I’m to shy to kiss her.’” He chuckles to himself

(Y/N): “Well, like I would want to kiss your dumb ass, so will you please move so I can get by and make coffee and tea for everyone!” You say in a pissed off tone.

Hikaru: “Why should I?”

(Y/N): “Now you are just being an asshole.” You go to shove him to the side but he catches your wrist and pulls you against his chest looking down at you. He has a soft pink tint to his cheeks. “Let go of me!” Your voice was soft but mean. He quickly grabs the back of your head and kisses you on your lips. It was a tender and passionate kiss, you slowly kiss him back, with the hand he wasn’t holding onto you grabbed onto his shirt, becoming weak in knees. He pulls away slightly looking down at you, you are looking up at him. Both of you forgot everyone was watching, he leans in and kisses you again.

Baba is covering his mouth in shock, his cheeks are bright red, along with Soryu who is rubbing the back of his neck looking away, Mamoru mouth is hanging open, Maddy, shuichi, and Ota are grinning happily, Luke isn’t even looking, and there is Eisuke…. When did he get so close to you guys? He is standing right there looking straight at you two smirking with his arms crossed.

Eisuke: “Now…. Go to Hikaru room and release that damn sexual tension shit you two have going on!!” Hikaru pulls away and slightly pushes you away.

Hikaru: “With this stupid face?” He says pointing at you.

(Y/N): “You are the stupid one for kissing me!”

Eisuke: Sighing and rubbing his forehead. “Both of you leave before I lock you two in closet all night!!" 

Hikaru and you glance at each other and walk out arguing. Once out of the penthouse he grabs you and pulls you into his suite, shoving you against the wall, and kisses you again.


Mad Hatter

You hear a soft giggle from behind you, you turn around to see Maddy. 

Mad Hatter: "Oh my wonder lands, Alice. Look what you are standing under.” You look up and see a mistletoe. The Mad Hatter gently cups your face with both of his hands and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “There!”

(Y/N): “How sweet of you Maddy.” You say softly.

Baba: “Maddy you stole that kiss, that was there for me!”

(Y/N): “Don’t pout!”

Mad Hatter: “Enjoy your evening Alice!” He skips off to sit next to Hikaru and Luke.

Thank you for reading.

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Pssst… Happy Birthday, Len. <333 More John for your dash.  Ah ha XD <3

OMG JEN!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAA!!!! This is fantastic!!!! More John is always the best thing to have for my dash, you’re the greatest <33333