your face is so stupid i will punch it

evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part i

The Foxhole Court

  • “I want my subs at the wall cheering them on, but if you trip up a referee, I will cut you.”
  • “Watch me beam with pride. It’s not your job to take care of yourself anymore.”
  • Wymack sliced a hand across his throat and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Neil hoped he was right in translating it as “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
  • “Do you have any idea how much I hate coming home and finding you in my apartment?”
  • Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. His decision to turn the Foxhole Court into a halfway house of sorts was nice in theory, but it meant his players were fractured isolationists who couldn’t get along long enough to get through a game.
  • “Are you done wasting my oxygen yet?”
  • “Kevin, wake that dingbat without getting punched in the face.”
  • “You have five seconds to get your retarded psycho ass to my apartment! You even think about telling me no and I swear to god I’ll throw Kevin’s contract down the garbage disposal.”
  • “Your opinion has been noted and dismissed,” Wymack said. “Anything else, or are you going to start signing stuff?”
  • “I am going to drop you off at the dorm and spend the rest of the day drinking. Damage control can wait until tomorrow.”
  • “Kevin, you’re out if your hand so much as itches. Don’t be stupid tonight.”
  • “Coach Wymack was the only one I could think of turning to, and he didn’t disappoint me.”
  • Wymack snapped his fingers in front of Andrew’s face, trying to get Andrew to look at him instead of Neil.
  • “Damn it all to hell. Hemmick! You were supposed to wake them up ten miles ago.”
  • “Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It’s about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than anyone else wanted to give you.”
  • “We saw their files,” Wymack said. “We chose you.”
  • “Breaking news: I don’t care.”
  • Neil wasn’t quite ready to face Andrew yet and he didn’t want to deal with this teammate’s curiosity over his prolonged absence, so he went to Wymack’s apartment instead.
  • “When I said Abby and I would look out for you, I didn’t mean you should pick a fight with Riko on national television,” Wymack said. “Should I have spelled that out beforehand?”

and my personal favorite for last

  • “God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can’t have nice things.”
Mental health

My principal/head teacher spoke in our whole school assembly today, he referred to mental illness’ as ‘mental infections’ and then said that if we don’t look at things on the internet that relate to sad things noone will have 'mental infections’. I wanted to punch him in the face at that moment. For example if I had anorexia it’s most probably because I hate my appearance and think I’m fat, I could stop looking at skinny girls on the internet AND STILL HAVE BLOODY ANOREXIA! I just wanted to say if you have never been through a mental illness (which he obviously has never had otherwise he wouldn’t say something so stupid) then don’t give advice when you have no clue what your on about. Mental illness’ aren’t something that people can control straight away. Again with depression I’m not going to get automatically better by not going on the internet. This makes me so angry.

- Foreveralonelyangel (via: @foreveralonelyangel)

Have another of my founders headcanons

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OKAY, SO. LET’S HAVE A TALK ABOUT HELGA HUFFLEPUFF. BECAUSE. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY.

Here’s the thing; in my head, Helga Hufflepuff has always been a soldier. Yes, she’s kind and fair, but she also knows when a good hex or a punch in the face is the only solution. This does not happen often. She’s friendly and accepting and patient. But when someone threatens her friends, or her family, or her students, that someone better be prepared to have her wand aimed at them. Or better yet, a sword. Use what you know and all that, and while she’s great with her hexes and curses and even some charms used in a way her old mentor would definitely not have approved of, there’s just something incredibly satisfying in meeting someone sword to sword. She and Godric spars every now and then, though it’s clear he’s more of a dueler than a soldier. But Helga. Helga joined the war when she was 15, and she never regretted it. It was grueling, and it was painful, and she watched so many of her companions fall. But she joined for a reason – to protect (her family, her little nephews and nieces and all the children of her village) and to, one day, try and change the world enough that war wouldn’t be necessary. She fought for years, rising in rank as fewer and fewer of her friends were left, and she refused to give up. This was for the children. This was for the future.

When she was 23, she became general. And at 24, the war finally ended. And then she had to find something else to do.

She went back to her village, to the little houses and fields and her family. And for a while she was content, but not for long. She wanted to do something, because that was the reason she joined the war in the first place. For change. She wanted peace, and quiet, and a place to call home. But when she had it, she realized she only knew how to fight. And she was not going to accept that.

She went to find her old mentor, an aging wizard who kept forgetting his wand in odd places but who also knew a lot of spells and had more magical books than she had seen anywhere else in her life (later, when she met Rowena Ravenclaw and saw her collection, she would stare at it for ten minutes and then just go “nope” and walk out of the room). She asked him to teach her as much as he could. What he’d taught her before she left for the army was useful, but if she was gonna change the world she needed more.

He listened to her, listened to her reasons and her dreams and then he sat her down with a cup of tea and started talking about magical theory. Most of her went over her head. She listened anyway.  And she kept coming back. And when she realized how many children he’d helped out through the years (her among them), she asked him about that. He started spouting even more magical theory. And she kept listening. And when it was over and he said he couldn’t teach her anymore, she knew more about accidental magic and magical cores than she thought possible. And she was satisfied, because this was what she needed to know. Something that could help. Something that could change a life, or two, or a hundred, if you only had the people to teach it to. This was for the children. This was for the future.

And then she met two wizards and a witch, constantly bickering and joking and everything in between. And the wanted to start a magic school. Of course she went with them. It was the purpose she had been looking for. It was a way to do what she’d always dreamt of.

They started planning how to do it, and moved into Godric’s family castle up in Scotland. As they decided to split the students into four groups, Helga started to get irritated. She had spent half her life fighting a war, she knew that you couldn’t always get the brave or the smart or the cunning. You had to use the resources that were available. Anyone could become a good soldier (or student, she supposed) if they were trained properly. 

She was a general, and she’d take anyone who wanted to learn. She was a soldier, and she’d take anyone who would work hard, because that’s all you need to change the world. She was a 15 year old girl who joined the army, and she remembered what it was like when people judged you for your bravery, for your intelligence, for your strength. She was a 26 year old veteran, and she would punch anyone who said you couldn’t learn because of something as stupid as who you are. In the face. They’d deserve it, for implying that her students weren’t good enough.


@egdramaqueen I said it “needs a bit of polishing” which apparently means I sit here and write another 700 words into it in less than an hour, so here it is. I finished it.

BTS reacts to their s/o being insecure about their relationship

Hello sweety ^^

Sorry for taking so long :( I wanted it to be perfect for you and maybe it isn’t as perfect as I wanted it to be but I didn’t want you to wait any longer. I hope this is something you had in mind. I have to confess myself this was really a challenge for me to write, so thank you haha. Enjoy reading and thank you  for loving my blog! I will try to keep my work good okay? ;) 

Stay healthy!


Seokjin

You were watching Seokjin on the little screen that hung on the wall in the dressing room. You had joined Seokjin to one of his shows since he asked you to come with him. Most of the times you declined, not wanting to disturb but actually you did not want to see him around all the pretty female idols who seemed so perfect. Yeah yeah you knew they weren’t but hey you can’t deny they were pretty as the freaking sun. You couldn’t help but feel small and less attractive as thoughts began to swirl in your mind. ‘’Why was he with you? What did he see in you? Why would he still be with you if he had so many beautiful women standing in line for him?’’ You just couldn’t understand plus you began to feel selfish by staying with him. So lost in your thoughts, you had not heard the guys coming in. 

‘‘y/n.. what’s wrong?’‘ his soft voice lighted up the dark aura you had surrounded yourself with as you looked at him sitting beside you. Showing him a little smile, you gripped onto his arm, slung it over your shoulder and nuzzled closer to his frame. His familiar and calm scent, his warm temperature cradled your mind and scared away the demons. Slinging one arm around his torso, you pulled him closer to you wanting to feel as close to him as you could. 

The others just stared at you, confused what was going on. Seokjin just waved  them away, leaning his chin on your crown and hugged you tightly already knowing what was going on. He felt stupid, he wanted to punch himself in the face for making you feel like this. ‘’Y/n..” Seokjin whispered, curling your hair with his finger. You just hummed, smiling how his voice sounded so soothing. ‘’I’m sorry. I love you. You’re like that little star in the sky surrounded by all the big ones.’’ You frowned. what was he saying? before you could pull away and ask him why, he continued. ‘’You are hard to find y/n. You are an unique person. Once people lay their eyes on you, they can’t look away. Something just lures them to you, forgetting the rest around them. It isn’t how bright you shine or how big you are. Be yourself and the right people and the ones worth your time will find you and I guess I was the lucky one.’’ 

Originally posted by seokjinings


Yoongi

Yoongi noticed how you had been distancing yourself. He noticed how your bright smile wasn’t as bright anymore and when he looked into your eyes he didn’t see the sparkle, he did not see the joy and if you asked him what he saw instead? well he couldn’t see anything. It was like you had closed off your emotions, locked in a safe, hidden away in the dark and at the end of the week he snapped, asking you, no demanding you to spit it out.

‘‘I can’t take it anymore! Tell me what’s going on. Please don’t leave me hanging in the dark.’‘ His words burnt your skin as they reached you, causing you to drop the glass in your hands. You knew what he was talking about and you also knew you’ve been in the wrong but you didn’t want to burden him with your stupid insecurities because he had enough on his plate already and adding yours wouldn’t do any good but you had it all wrong. The guilt came crashing down on your heart as you heard his voice. They were pleading for an answer, pleading you to make an end to his aching heart. The doubts and insecurities that have been consuming your heart for the last couple of days slipped past your lips no matter how much you tried to swallow them back. The guilt was so heavy that your other emotions had no other choice but to leave to make room for the other and so you told him everything. You were afraid, so afraid that he one day would be gone. That Yoongi realized you weren’t good enough or that you were a burden to him. Tears rolled their way down over your cheeks, wiping it away harshly because to you it felt like they were burning your skin with your stupid uncertainty. 

When you felt his hands around your wrists, you looked up at him and the sight added more guilt on your heart and soul. ‘’Don’t hurt yourself y/n.’’ He whispered, wiping your tears away and rubbing your cheeks in soothing circles. ‘’Shhh it’s okay. I’m still here.’’ he whispered in your hair after he nestled you in his chest, arms tightening his hold on you as if he was afraid you would vanish soon. ‘’I want to say I am sorry but I can’t y/n.. because you know, you’re not a burden to me. You know that I love you so much that it even hurts sometimes. Heck sometimes I even think that YOU are to good for ME. And remember what you have told me about if you love something you should let it go and than called it bullshit because heck no why would you let someone go if you love them? Shouldn’t you cherish that person and shower it with extra love? You said that y/n. I am Min Yoongi. Not Suga, not Bangtan. Min Yoongi and this dumbass is hopelessly in love with you. So please if you ever think you’re not good enough, please talk to me. Don’t leave me in that cold place y/n. ‘’

‘‘I won’t Yoongi, I am so sorry. I didn’t know what came over me. I love you too, so much.’‘ You whispered back.

Originally posted by loveblushes

Hoseok

Feeling ashamed about what you told Hoseok, you hid yourself in the bedroom, locked the door and sat down, your back against it. You could feel his presence and knew he was standing on the other side waiting for you to come out but he could stand there for a long time because you weren’t leaving this room until the embarrasment was gone. The way his eyes flashed when you told him how you felt told you enough and so you flee. Of course it was dumb to feel that way, Hoseok had only shown you love, always made sure you knew he loved you and that you were one of kind and somehow fear showed his side. 

‘‘Why are you even hiding?’‘ you heard him ask. ‘‘Just because’‘ you mumbled back. You heard him sigh before he slid down the door aswell. ‘‘I don’t know why you’re feeling this way…’‘ he paused. ‘‘ since you didn’t even explain it to me as you just ran off’‘ he continued but couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you sprinting from the couch, nearly tripping on your way to the room. ‘‘but I guess it’s the fact that you feel to lowly for me which I don’t understand. I know you don’t care about status you always have treated people the same and that’s the first thing I liked about you. You’re kind but can discipline people too if they have done wrong even if it’s the president you wouldn’t care. I don’t think I have to say that I love you y/n because you already know I do. I tell you everyday. I tell you that before I leave, I tell you that when I come home and I tell you that before we go to sleep and I think I have shown you enough how much I love you too. I love you y/n. Me, Jung Hoseok loves y/w/n. I love her very very much and I love all of her flaws, all of her insecurities too because that’s what makes you, you. And if you don’t believe me I can show you my phone which is filled with photos and videos of you.’‘ He finished with a loud laugh and it seemed he had thrown his head back when you heard a soft thump. 

His words had lighted up the darker side of your heart, his words filled with loved chased away the beasts as it bit their skin. Standing up, you turned unlocked the door and swung it open and true to your thoughts Hoseok had been sitting against the door as he tumbled backwards. Smiling up at you, he crawled his way up and kissed you on the lips. ‘’Now I think it’s time I show you how much I love you.’’

Originally posted by hobilu

Namjoon

He just stared at you when you had sat him down and voiced how you felt. He was searching for words but he could only hear his thoughts. Where did they come from? Was it his fault? Had he done something to make you feel that way? Were you trying to break up with him? Were you actually telling him that you couldn’t do this anymore? Was it because you both went public and you couldn’t handle it anymore, that you made a mistake? The sound of his name snapped him out of it and focused his gaze once again on you. 

You were looking at him, knowing the wheels in his head were working on full force as he zoned out. You did not regret telling him this, you wanted him to know, you needed him to help you get out of this rut. You were always one to think positively however the words you read on social media didn’t really help. Yeah you knew that this was going to happen sooner or later when you started dating Namjoon, he had warned you about it too plus you were always one to brush off opinions of others, not really caring what people thought of you but when you read things as: ‘y/n will damage his image or she is only dating him to become famous too.’ Well it hurt because they were dragging Namjoon in it too, THEY were the ones damaging his image, making up stories just to sell and it was stupid that you thought he was better off without you. 

‘‘Y/n that’s not true and you know that. If you believe them and leave me than that will break my heart. I’m not better off without you. I am going to be lost if you do.’‘ Pulling you from the couch he sat you down on his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands rubbed your arms. ‘‘You know not to believe them, and I know you’re fighting with yourself right now. One voice is telling you not to believe them and just to let their comments slip past you but there is the other one who is telling you that they are right, that you shouldn’t be with me, that you don’t ‘fit’ in but who cares about an image sweetheart? You especially don’t care about that. You just do what you do. If it’s dancing in the rain on the middle of the street or jumping in the cart in the supermarket to zoom past the aisles, you don’t care what people think, you are having fun, you are being yourself no matter what and that’s one reason why I fell for you. Even the boys admire that about you. And also know that I don’t think of you like that. To say it simple. You’re the water and sunlight to my roots. I love you.’‘

Originally posted by hoshikio

Jimin

he couldn’t help but cry when you told him. He had guessed something was wrong with the way you got extra affectionate or asked him where he was going everytime he went out. You weren’t like that, you liked having some freedom in a relationship but the way you behaved this week had got him thinking and after the fight you just had about the issue of you wanting to know where he was every minute you had screamed it out. You told him that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, you told him small you felt beside him figurally and when you told him you were certain, he didn’t love you anymore the way he did at first felt like a stab in his heart. He immediately shut his mouth, the words that formed in his mouth faded away as tears sprung in his eyes. He was in disbelief. Did you really think he didn’t love you anymore? 

‘‘y/n… no, no, no, no.’‘ He took quick steps towards you, grabbed you wrist and with a strong tuck he had you wrapped in his arms. He felt you struggling at first, trying to get out of his grip but he held you so strong there was no way you were getting out of his protective arms. He didn’t know why you were saying those things, where you got it from. ‘‘How… How can you say things like that y/n?’‘ he cried, his face buried in your neck. ‘‘You don’t know how much I love you.. I couldn’t even describe how much I love you.’‘ You were crying aswell, dampening his shirt with your tears while your hand were clutching his shirt. You wanted to kick, scratch, punch yourself, you just wanted to hurt yourself for hurting him like this. ‘‘Gosh do you know how painful that is? I love you so much that even when I step out this door just to get some food I will already miss you. I love you so much that even if you break my heart I will still love you. I love you so much because my heart and my soul are intertwined with yours. My heart fell for yours and my soul fell in love with your soul. When I see you or hear you my heart sets itself free from all the worries and pain it felt throughout the day. It yearns for you y/n how desperate it may sound. I never have felt like this before.’‘ Jimin confessed on and on, hoping his words reached your soul. The tears had stopped and he was now giving little butterfly kisses on your skin, still salty from tears.  You had also stopped crying, your hands no longer holding onto his shirt as they were now laying flatly on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat on your palm, you were sure your own matched his.

‘‘I did not mean what I said earlier. Kind of. It’s just being away from home and all the sudden attention… I guess im just a bit scared and shocked. I know I am not like that and I want to apologize for all the clinginess. Thank you Jimin, Thank you. I love you too’’

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Taehyung

You had walked out on him. He could not believe you just walked out of the door when you confessed your insecurities. He knew you weren’t the type to tell someone your worries, you didn’t like it and just waited until that feeling passes and now when you finally did you walked away after uttering the last word. He saw how your eyes widened and how you bit your lip, instantly regretting what you did and before he could say something you were gone. 

Snatching his jacket from the coatrack, he ran after you, putting his coat on while running. You couldn’t be far, it had only been 5 minutes when you slammed the door in his face. After what felt like an hour to him he had found you. You were sitting on the bench infront of the little pond in the park. You always have loved the sound of water. 

‘‘Hey’‘ you heard him saying as you felt him sitting down beside you. You greeted him back without looking at him, as you smiled at the ducks who were swimming in circles, clearly enjoying the water. Of course you felt bad for running away because that is what you did. You ran away from your problems instead of facing them head on. You were always good in that. You hated conflict and you always tried to avoid them. 

‘‘I just want you to know that you don’t have to deal with your insecurities alone y/n. You’re not alone anymore.’’ Taehyung spoke up softly not wanting to interrupt the peaceful sounds of nature and not wanting to scare the animals away. You snapped your head to him, your mouth open in surprise. It was as if he read your mind. Biting his lips, he turned his body so that he was facing you. ‘’I mean I can kind of understand where you’re coming from. I ’ve been insecure too you know’’ he fumbled with his fingers kind of scared himself too about his doubts in this relationship. “I was trying to figure it out why you wantes to be with me. I wouldn’t be that guy that could cuddle you to sleep every night. I can’t always come when you need me. All I can do is call you or skype you but it isn’t the same as being their in person. You sometimes have to sleep alone for a long period of time. Those were thoughts that haunted through my head. I was thinking you would be better off with someone who could do all those things I can’t. I can’t always take you on a quiet date and most of the times they have to be inside of the house and yeah yeah I know you don’t mind but still… I want the best for you y/n and I can’t always give you that but you told me not to worry about it, that you will love me no matter what. You told me that waiting for me is worth it, that all those things make our relationship to how it is. It’s perfectly unperfect is what you tell me. You don’t want perfect, you want real and raw. And guess what… I want it too. I don’t want to only see the happy, go lucky y/n. I also want to see the frustrated you, the angry you, the sad you. So please don’t hide your feelings. I love the real and raw you.”

Originally posted by bangts


Jungkook

He was scared, to him your words sounded like you couldn’t be with him anymore. That you couldn’t handle his lifestyle anymore and so the waterworks came. Tears you saw rarely, fell and could feel the bed lighly shaking as he sobbed. You scooted over to him, pushed him down gently to lay him down on the bed as you did aswell. With one hand on the back of his head you buried his face against your chest and stroked his hair as you shushed him, telling him it was okay and to let it all out.

You were confused. You only told him what troubled you to let him know how you felt and warn him about moodswings. Well you already had those so he was kind of used to it but you felt how they switched much more sooner than normal. When you couldn’t feel his shoulders shaking anymore and heard the peacefulness of the room except from the breathing from you and Jungkook, you knew he stopped crying.

“I got scared I am sorry” he told you after he calmed down. “the first thing that popped into my mind when you told me was that you wanted to break up. ” he chuckled embarrassed. Grabbing your hand which was still stroking his hair, he lifted it up and brought it down between the two of you after he pulled away from your embrace and engulfed it between his hand. “But when you held me like that and comforted me I realized that was not what you meant, you want me to help you to overcome those. We’re still young y/n but sometimes I think that you already lived a lot of lives because you’re so wise and mature. You actually come to me and tell me what’s wrong, to work things out and I.. I could only think of you leaving me and began to cry. I was the one who needed to reassure you. To comfort you. Y/n.. there is one thing I know for sure.. and that is that I love you from the bottom of my heart. I love you with my whole heart and even more. You don’t have to be insecure but you can’t help it sometime, know that you can come to me and tell me whenever you feel like that. Just like you did today. I know I can’t take it away instantly even if I want it so badly. I can show you how much I love you, admire you, look up to you, cherish you. Because everyday my love for you grows. It seems impossible with the immense love I feel for you already but I really do. I love you y/n.”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

a chlonette conversation probably

“So if I decided to fight you, what would be your go-to move?”

Chloe licked the tip of her index finger, flipped the page of her magazine, and casually skimmed the article. “Earrings off. Rings on. Go straight for the face.”

“And do what?”

“Probably scratching first. And then once you were incapacitated I would backhand you and leave you bleeding on the sidewalk.”

Marinette snorted, not looking up from the sketch she was working on. “That’s so typical of you.”

“What does that mean?”

“That you’re catty,” Marinette replied. “See, if I were fighting you, I’d yank on that stupid ponytail of yours and punch you straight in the chest. Two seconds.”

“So you’d sneak up behind me like a coward first,” Chloe nodded. “I see.”

“Who scratches during fights anymore? If you’re gonna fight me, you will respect me and punch me straight in the face. Otherwise, no deal.”

Chloe sighed and started filling out one of the quizzes in her magazine. “Fine, but if I’m punching you, then you have to come at me from the front first. And none of this boob punching nonsense. That’s just low.”

“Fine,” Marinette relented. “You punch me in the face. I’ll kick you in the ribs.”

“Perfect. We wear all black that day to commemorate the occasion.”

Marinette frowned at her sketch and started erasing the rough lines. “That works. I’m free on Tuesdays.”

Chloe shook her head. “Nah, can’t do Tuesdays. Voice lessons. This Thursday?”

“Sure, I can move some things around. I’ll text you and remind you.” 

Adrien squinted at Chloe while Alya darted her eyes between the two girls sitting casually next to each other at the study table. 

“You two are so effing deranged.”

I miss you. I used to drive his car to see you. I’d sneak over. We’d drink. And laugh. And fight. And kiss. I’d always wake up dazed. Either on your couch or in your bed. There was a teepee. And one time I felt an earthquake. We were outside. At that table. So many memories at that table. I pretended to be tough. I was just sad you and him had a thing. I avoided your embrace. Scared to fuck. Didn’t want to be - that - guy. I miss your cheeks. And your stupid hats. I miss you punching me in my face. And me pushing you into bushes. I see you out there somewhere. In the same place but a different space. I wish we could sit together. And talk about the relationships we pretend to matter. I wish we could stumble through a night of forgotten memories - again. I hope you’re well. I miss and love you.
—  sadb0ybrian 
starter sentences for enemies
  • "I want to be there when you get what's coming to you."
  • "One day karma is going to bite you in the ass."
  • "How could you do this?"
  • "What do you want now?"
  • "If you are going to be two-faced, at least make one of them attractive."
  • "Fuck you!"
  • "Oh, what? Sorry. I was trying to imagine you with a personality."
  • "That was a low blow."
  • "You're truly a disgusting person."
  • "Don't bring my [relative] into this!"
  • "I would unplug your life support to charge my phone."
  • "What do you think you're doing?"
  • "Have you lost your mind?"
  • "Do you have anything to say that won't result in me punching you in the face?"
  • "Tread carefully."
  • "Two wrongs don't make a right; take your parents as an example."
  • "Get off my property."
  • "Stupidity is not a crime so you are free to go."
  • "Leave me alone."
  • "So what?"
  • "You look like a before picture."
  • "Don't be a coward. Say it to my face."
  • "You're so fake."
  • "Apologize before I deck you."
  • "This means war."
  • "I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass."
  • "Can't we compromise?"
  • "Go to hell."
  • "Hating me won't make you pretty."
  • "Can you try not annoying me every 30 seconds?"
  • "I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about you."
  • "Fuck off!"
  • "I thought we settled this."
  • "I'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance."
  • "Stay classy."
  • "You are not as bad as people say. You are much, much worse."
  • "Your sarcasm detector needs tweaking."
  • "Get off me!"
  • "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
  • "Name one reason why I shouldn't walk away right now."
  • "Is this making you angry?"
  • "Karma takes too long. I'd rather beat the shit out of you just now."
  • "Shock me and say something intelligent."
  • "Ouch. That one stung."
  • "That's cruel."
  • "I didn't think I was capable of murder until this conversation."
  • "Truce?"
“Bruce...sucks” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….

I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok) 

WARNING FOR LANGAGE and slightly NSFW, just slightly. Also, my masterlist : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/masterlist

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It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…

But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body. 

Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body. 

And oh you were so wrong. 

You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?

You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :

-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ? 

Zatanna answers your question :

-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…

And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell : 

-SUCKS !

Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun. 

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Let Me Love You | Pt. 7

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 1282

Masterlist |Ask

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Originally posted by littlechimx2


Jimin never liked to imagine himself as a parent, loving the life of freedom and parties too much to give up on it so easily. Whenever his friends told him that they were ready to settle down and propose to their girlfriends, he scrunched his face and told them that they were doing a mistake.

When he found out that you were pregnant, he tried to handle everything as much as he could. The thought of taking care of a little human being and taking the responsibility to be her father scared him as much as it scared you, who also wasn’t prepared to be a mother.

As months went by and your belly started to grow, his insecurity also grew, making him do things he regretted without any doubt.

He never understood when his friends told him that being a parent is the most beautiful thing in this world. Whenever he saw how his friends interacted with their children, he scrunched his face and turned around, dismissing the thought that he was also going to be a father in a few months.

But when he held his daughter for the first time in his arms, her beautiful, doe eyes looking into his brown ones, he realized what being a father meant.

The moment he wrapped his hands around her tiny body, every kind of emotion started to engulf his body.

How was a little human being like her able to make a grown up man feel such emotions?

He never found the answer to that question. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would do anything for his daughter. Even if it meant that he had to get out of her life..


Today was the day.

The minute Jimin bid goodbye to the darkness, he found himself in the nursery room of his daughter, watching her cute sleeping form with a smile plastered on his face.

He took in ever little detail of her face, gazing her body with teary eyes when he realized that this was the last time he would be able to see her.

Jimin watched how his daughter opened his eyes slowly, her scrunching face warning him that she was going to cry any minute.

Reaching out for his daughter immediately, he took her out of her crib while she was screeching near his ear.

Patting her head gently, he started to place soft kisses on her face. When Hana felt the warmth of his father, she stopped crying immediately, the adorable smile plastered on her face making him doubt that she was crying just seconds ago.

Even though she was only 6 months now, her character started to develop with a blink of an eye, to fast for the liking of her father.

“Hana, my beautiful daughter, listen to me. This might be our last encounter together.. Please forgive me, okay? I couldn’t take care of you at the beginning. I couldn’t be a good father for you.. But believe me, it wasn’t because I didn’t love you or because I didn’t want you. I just failed.. I was scared and selfish..  B-But I know that you’re going to be a beautiful strong girl when your grown up. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to see your first steps or witness your first birthday. I love you, Hana..”

When Jimin looked down at his daughter with his teary, bloodshot eyes, he realized that she fell asleep on his cozy shoulder, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

Placing multiple kisses on his daughter’s face, he sang the lullaby he wrote for his daughter for the first and last time, ending it with the words.

“Take care of your mother, okay? Forgive me, Hana. I love you..”


Taehyung never imagined that he would ever have this uncomfortable silence with the person he called his best friend and brother.

When Jimin invited him to take a walk with him, he thought that he wanted to fight with him again. But when he saw his best friend’s calm and straight face, he knew that something was wrong.

“Jimin, what’s wrong?”

He watched how Jimin snapped out of his daze, turning his face around to look into his best friends eyes. “W-What? What did you say?”

Concerned, Taehyung grabbed his best friend’s arm, dragging him to a near bench and shoving him down.

“Jimin, are you okay? Are you still mad? Look, Hana needed a father and I-”

“And I needed my best friend, Taehyung.”

Stunned, Taehyung looked at Jimin’s face. “W-what do you mean?”

“Hana wasn’t alone, Taehyung. She has her mother. Even though I wasn’t there, she had me. I never gave up on her. I never gave up on them. I was just scared.”

“Jimin-”

“I had no one else but you, Taehyung. You were my brother. But you too, left me without one. Because your desires were more important than my feelings.”

Not knowing what to say, Taehyung turned his face around and looked at the distance.

“I’m not blaming you, Taehyung. I’m even thankful for everything you did. You took care of them, you showered them with your love, you made them happy. You did everything I was scared to do. And I’m really thankful for that..”

When Taehyung felt Jimin’s warm hand on his shoulder, he looked at him again, smiling when he saw the the genuine smile plastered on his best friends face.

Without a warning, he wrapped his arm around Jimin’s body tightly. “I’m really sorry, Jimin-ah..”

A little chuckle left Jimin’s mouth. “Yah! I told you that it’s okay. Just, please, take care of them for me, okay?”

Leaning back with a confused expression, Taehyung asked hesitantly. “W-Why are you talking like you’re saying goodbye? Jimin, I dare you-”

Punching his best friends shoulder lightly, Jimin beamed at Taehyung.

“Are you stupid? You won’t get rid of me so easily.”


Slowly, Jimin walked towards your sleeping form on the sofa. It was in the middle of the night, the TV was still on, the volume on a soothing level, sounding like a lullaby.

Sitting down on the floor, Jimin looked at you sleeping face. How was he supposed to say goodbye?

Carefully, he tucked the strand of hair out of your face and placed a little kiss on your hand that was tucked down under your chin.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.. I must be stupid for letting you go.. But I can’t stand it anymore, Y/N-ah.. Seeing you with Taehyung breaks my heart. I feel like suffocating. I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done to you. I’m sorry for breaking your heart over and over again. I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I don’t deserve this family. There is no need for you to move out to another country. I’ll make everything easier for all of you. I’m leaving, Y/N.. I won’t hurt you anymore. Take care of Hana and please never forget that I love you both more than you can imagine..”

Wiping his tears away, Jimin leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead for the last time. “Goodbye, Y/N..”

Standing up, he walked towards the door of the house with heavy steps, carrying his bags and dragging himself silently out the door.

Without turning around, Jimin started running the minute he stepped out of the house, scared that he might change his decision when stops running.

Just when he thought he had made it, he heard a voice.

“Don’t go.”


Author’s Note: To all those who said that the OC should stay with Jimin; please don’t hate me.. I don’t know why, but I feel really sorry for Jimin.. My poor baby.. Anyway, I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it ~

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Series: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: mentions of emotional abuse

‘Request: can I get protective Reid pls? Like over an abusive ex or something? Thanks’

Well, this request coincided well 😂💕

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Your phone vibrated on the desk beside the case file. The conference room was empty apart from you and Reid so far. You picked it up, glancing at the message before signing and placing it back down.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reid asked beside you.

“Yeah. It’s just, uhm, remember Y/E/N?” You saw Reid’s jaw clench for a brief second. You took that as a yes. “He keeps texting me saying he misses me lately and that he wants me back.”

“And do you? Want him back, I mean?”

“God, no. He was manipulative and selfish. I told him to piss off after the first string of texts but I’m just ignoring him now.”

“Good. You deserve so much better, Y/N.” Reid muttered under his breath as the rest of the team filled the room and took their places.

“Yesterday in Boston, the bodies of two women were found-”

As you focused on Garcia, Reid stared at you, looking for any traces of stress.

Spencer knew what your ex was like. He was the one who’d hold and comfort you on your bad days while your ex went out and partied and then got upset with you because Reid had his arms around you.

Spencer was there to witness the gas lighting, all the arguments that were Y/E/N’s fault but somehow ended up in you apologising.

Spencer was there when you doubted yourself because your ex made you feel guilty for speaking about something that made you uncomfortable and accused you of just being jealous or clingy or oversensitive.

Spencer was the one who helped you realise that when your ex cheated and ended the relationship, you were lucky. Lucky that you had managed to get out of a relationship that was extremely toxic.

Spencer was the one who helped you to never look back but he never once forgave what your ex had done and was worried that your ex might try to manipulate you back into his arms.

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You and the rest of the team stepped out of the elevator after a successful case. You were happy. Spencer had made sure that your mind was off your ex, not that you had time to dwell while dealing with a serial killer.

You grabbed the handle and pulled open the door to the Bull Pen, looking over your shoulder as Morgan told a joke. You stopped in your tracks as your head turned towards your desk.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.” You held your face in your hand and turned towards the others.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Hotch asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

JJ’s eyes widened as she looked over at your desk. “That’s not…? Is it?”

“God, he cannot just take a hint.” You groaned. Spencer put his arm around you protectively and stared daggers towards Y/E/N who was brazenly leaning against your desk waiting for you.

“Who can’t? JJ, who is that?” Morgan’s voice rose.

“Y/N’s ex. Excuse me.” Spencer cleared his throat and motioned for JJ to take his place before striding across the Bull Pen.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Y/E/N?” Spencer crossed his arms.

“Dr Reid. Long time, no see. Listen, I’m just here to show Y/N how sorry I am for the way our relationship ended. I was a jerk, I shouldn’t have cheated. I was drunk and stupid and Y/N didn’t give me sex when I wanted it-”

Spencer landed a punch to your ex’s face that sent him crashing to the ground before crouching down at eye level. “No, you listen. You were emotionally manipulative. You were abusive. You made Y/N feel like shit not only about having normal worries but about herself. She deserves so much better than that, deserves much better than you. You are an asshole. She deserves someone who’s going to give her the world.”

Your ex gave a humourless chuckle, a trail of blood dripping from his nose. “And you think she’s gonna find that with you? The bloke she only views as a best mate.”

Spencer’s jaw clenched as he grabbed your ex and pulled him up. “She doesn’t want you back. Take a hint and stop trying. Don’t go anywhere near her and if I hear that you’ve bothered her again, I will be forced to do something that will have my badge and gun taken away from me. Are we clear?”

Your ex stayed silent.

“Morgan, get him out of here.”

Morgan stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of Y/E/N’s shirt, dragging him out of the building.

Spencer looked at the shock on your face and turned apologetic. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that-”

You cut him off by pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”


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Hellooo. So, I decided to not take a break after all. I figured the best thing to do after a break up is to keep busy so please keep hitting me up with requests, aha :’) Hope y'all are doing well 🌹 x

I’m just going to say this much…

Whenever I have heard racist people complain about their “jobs” being “stolen”, whether online or in person, it’s usually referring to Mexicans or Latinxs they think are Mexican because they’re stupid and think every Latinx from Central or South America is Mexican.

Anti Latinx racism is fucking strong worldwide and I want to say “white people” in that above paragraph BUT sadly it refers to anyone that isn’t Latinx.. non Latinx POC I’m looking right at you, too. You are NOT exempt from that bullshit. You’re not. I hear you saying “build the wall”- sometimes more than fucking white people 👀 You’re just as gross as a Nazi or Klan member so while you’re punching them, you can punch your own damn face as well you nasty hypocrites. In the US, Latinxs are treated like trash.

Vampire Fic Snippet #3

(And the last one before the fic is posted!!!!!!!!! yay, sorry this is taking ages)

As always, I want to note that this is from the draft of the fic, so some things may be changed for the final version.

Warning: Mentions of vampire biting and so on, but still nothing graphic.

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#5 Auston Matthews

Requested by @rxsita-twd

Can you do one where you’re Mitch’s twin sis and like you’re at a game ‘cause you live in Toronto and Auston gets really hurt and Mitch gets attacked trying to defend him from more attacks and they have to get both boys off the ice (Mitch can still walk but Auston has to be carried) and you race there trying to find out if your brother is okay and Auston pretty much confesses his love for you to everyone in the room without realizing it because he’s pretty much knocked out? PRETTY PLEASE THANKS

You guys always have the best prompts and I love it !

Auston is a meme and I had to stop myself from writing ‘cash me outside howbow dah’

This took so long and i couldn’t figure out how to write the important bit.

Also focuses more on mitch than auston im sorry but sibling relationships are really important to me.

Pre-writing note: I bet this is gonna make me cry

Song suggestion of the day: Life worth living by Laurel

Warnings: I got no brothers but my cousin has acted as a stand in and I’ve been traumatised beyond belief so i think im good. He’s an embarrassment. LANGUAGE WARNING (its not that bad idk why i put it in caps).

Originally posted by werenskiz

“…and if someone in a Canucks jersey tries to talk to you, punch them.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief as you glanced across the living room at Auston Matthews, who was watching the exchange with an amused expression. “Mitchell, you’re only older by three minutes, stop trying to act like Chris.” you retorted indignantly, turning your attention back to your twin brother who was clattering around behind you in the kitchen.

“Well, in his absence his solemn duty, to protect you from all harm, now falls to me.” Mitch stated, a matter-of-factly as he walked into the room and plonked himself down beside you. Okay, you hadn’t been to a game in a little while, not everyone can have their dream job (or unlimited time off). That said, It wasn’t like you’d never been to a hockey game, you’d probably disowned (at least by your brothers) if you hadn’t. Still, Mitch was being a pain by trying to be overprotective and you hadn’t even left the house yet.

“That is not Chris’ job. At least he knows I can look after myself.” you muttered, throwing your legs over Mitch’s lap as you leaned back on the arm of the couch, watching him struggle with his tie.

“I’m being caring and brotherly.” Mitch whined, as you finally relented, sitting up to help him fix his tie.

“It’s a hockey game not a bar fight.” you retorted, glancing over at the only american in the room, yet again. “Auston, back me up here.”

“No, no, no. Illegal move. He’s my friend, you can’t use him against me.” Mitch protested indignantly.

“So I can’t be friends with Auston because you’re friends with him?” you retorted. “Sharing is caring, Mitch. Besides, your advice is stupid. I’d probably get more hurt than the person I was punching. It’s the easiest way to break your hand, you know.”

Mitch made a face. “You get my point though.” 

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes again. “Well, Vancouver wouldn’t be so riled up if you would just shut your damn mouth sometimes.” you retorted. Although he was taller than you (just), on the ice, your twin brother was both tiny and annoying. He was also very good but there was no way you were telling him anything of the sort.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mitch laughed.

“The fun is not getting ten million phone calls from mum every time someone tries to fight you.” you replied, with a hint of annoyance. Truthfully you were more worried than annoyed. Mitch might be a pain but if anyone so much as yelled at him, you were prepared to fight them yourself.

“Not my problem.” he teased, but sobered up under your frown. “Don’t worry, that’s why I’m friends with this guy.” he patted leaned across to Auston’s knee. “he has a scary war face. I saw it one time when we played the ‘yotes” Mitch faked a shudder. “I didn’t sleep for a week.” Auston shoved mitch lightly at that.

you rolled your eyes. “Auston’s the possibly one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met, he couldn’t hurt a fly.” You glanced at Auston. “No offence?”

Auston shrugged and shook his head lightly, his cheeks tinted a light pink shade. “None taken.” Mitch laughed at this,waggling his eyebrows and making you elbow his ribs.

you nodded appreciatively at Auston. “Also, do not fight anyone for him.” you warned, glaring at your brother.

Mitch shook his head. “Stop being annoying. We’ll be fine. Now where’s your jersey?” he demanded.

“Right next to you, doofus. Are we going or not?” you replied.

In reply you received a jersey to the face.

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Never judge a book by its cover

A/N: That’s a story I have written so long ago, just never knew how to end it until an hour ago; Enjoy.

Words count: 1900 ish

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Talk about breast augmentation, body shaming, slight smut.

Originally posted by idealweightjensenacklesontopofme

Dean stared at the assistant he was asking some informations to. She has the widest low cut she could possibly wear at a work place, making her breasts looking like they were about to get out of her top. And had you never seen boobs as big as she had.

She had pretty much the body of one of those manga or hentai girl and hell, she was totally stunning, you thought.

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I’m so happy that you enjoyed them! The women don’t get enough love, and I’m willing to provide.

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MERCY:
• She’s wine mom™ all the way.
• If there’s wine, she’ll drink it, but no one’s ever seen her drunk.
• Happy to see you, even if you’re plastered.
• Will start the conversation thinking that you where just buzzed.
• “Hello there!”
• “HUH? Oohhh….. Hi-hey ann…….aaaaangela.”
• She laugh and asks if this is a good time.
• “yess, there……you..you’re fun guy to talk…with too…and…..you’re hair….ooohhhh soooo pretty”
• “Oh, uh, thank you!”
• “aaannnddd yyyoouurrr face! I hate…. I don like…..geez, you’re sooo cute aaannnggggeeellaaa”
• She’s blushing and laughing at you, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the room.
• “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”
• You wake up in your room with a headache and a note on your table from Angela asking you out.

PHARAH:
• She doesn’t drink, she never drinks.
• She spots you ready to get into a fist fight with McCree over some chicken nuggets.
• Jumps between you two and throws the old nuggets into the trash before either of you could stop her.
• Will call over her mom to watch Jesse.
• Makes you sit next to her so that you don’t start anymore trouble.
• Jumps when you try to hold her hand.
• “Your hand…..you….it’s SOOO soft”
• “I, uhhhhh….”
• “aawwwww…. You- your face…..LOOK red….mmmmmmm pretty face.”
• “Well, ummmm.”
• “ohhhhh….. I’m soorryyy…you’re…. I made….you uncomfortable.”
• You move away from her
• “NO.”
• “you sure??”
• “Yes.”
• She grabs your hand to punctuate her point.
• Your eyes are sparking and she gets redder.
• You two held hands for the rest of the night.

TRACER:
• She has a low alcohol tolerance, so she tries to be responsible and not drink.
• Has fun messing with the people who are drunk.
• This includes you.
• “heeeyyy…. HEY tra….leNA! Can….will you get me ano…some more??”
• “Some more what?”
• “The…uhhhhh….this one…”
• “What’s ‘this one,’ love?”
• “Drink…the..some beer?”
• “Haha, I think you’ve had enough!”
• It takes you a second to realize that she wasn’t getting more drinks for you.
• “aaaahHHHHH I see miss….smarty. Me…..TWO can play……”
• You make your way to a table nearby and stand on it.
• She’s a giggling mess telling you to get down from there.
• You wobble and fall off and she barely catches you.
• She cracks up and gives the cheesiest pickup line you’ve ever heard.

SOMBRA:
• Is the one who took you drinking.
• Keeps you upright and away from potential threats.
• Will still video tape you doing stupid things.
• “Som….sooommmBBBRRAAAA…letme….I gotta….I need to fight that guy.”
• “No way my friend. We need to lay low, remember?”
• “I don’t……he’s lookin at you….I don’t like him….or- or his….stuPID FACE.”
• “You jealous, pollito?”
• “no… He’s just…his face is stupid.”
• She teases you.
• “Just….c'mon….he needs….let me…one punch…on the faaaccceee.”
• “No, güey. How do you know he’s even looking at me?”
• “Wha….I…he…who wOULDNT?? You….you’re so….such pretty eyes. And, youre…I mean really??? But, you’re voice…aaaaaaaaa.”
• “Primo….. Do you have a crush on me?”
• “duh.”
• Taken back by your bluntness, but bursts out laughing.
• Sets up a date with you while you’re still confidant and then holds you to it.

ZARYA:
• Will not get drunk, she refuses.
• That being said, she can almost drink as much as Gabriel.
• Almost.
• Kinda acts like the bouncer if anyone gets too crazy.
• You where getting too crazy.
• She picked you up from under your armpits as you where about to hit Junkrat square in the gut because he owed you about five dollars.
• “That’s enough from you, tiny one.”
• “NOOOOO.”
• You reach up to her arms and pat them in dismay.
• She moves you to the door.
• “Wait….I can….I can tell you a secret if…..if I can….let me punch.”
• “No can do.”
• “pleeeaassseeee. If you….if you loved me…..I can go.”
• “And, if you loved me, you would stay.”
• “that….you…thATS NOT FAIR.”
• “Why is that, tiny one?”
• “because….. I love you.”
• She did let you stay after that, but under the condition that you stayed in her arms.

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I’m sleepy. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed! ( ̄▽ ̄)

Love Me

If there’s one thing you don’t like about Yuta, it’s that he’s a fucking idiot.

Anon said: Can i request yuta imagines where he’s super clingy to you and wanted to kiss you non stop like there’s no tomorrow and being the savage he is? Thankyou ^^

Anon said: um today I would like something for my mountain MaN yuTA ⛰⛰⛰ where he sees reader and johnny be super close and is 😒😒😐😑 bc he’s like 500% sure reader likes him all the signs are there and yet. 🤔🤔🤔 jealous mountain man who ends up getting the love pls i know you like to mess with yuta but this time. THIS TIME. let him have a fair ending 😣🙏

hopefully this suffices for. you yuta lovers. lowkey thought the second request was no bias anon but jk it was carmen. anyways enjoy ^^

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Locked In (Part 7)

Originally posted by subcas

Summary: Detective Winchester is back home but things are tense around town after everything that’s happened…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language, mild violence

A/N: A happy part? Did it finally happen?…


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Sass Queen

Original or requested: Original

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Word count: 496

Part 2: x


 You’re so happy you left Candor, so, so happy with you new friends and new faction. And even happier to be the best initiate. Since the first fight, everyone knew that it’s your fate to be TOP 3 in initiation. You’re taking a break, watching your friends training with the punching bags. You take a sip from your bottle of water when you notice Eric, the big bad Dauntless leader, walking up to you. Oh, great, you think. Now you have to control your sassy tongue or he’ll probably throw you off the Chasm.

 “Bother to tell me why you’re not training with the others?” He stops right in front of you, looking down, so you can’t help but face him.

 “God, you’re tall…” You mutter, smiling.

 “And you’re short. Why aren’t you training?” You can notice he’s annoyed by your words. But it’s a common thing, you guess, Eric being annoyed by something.

 “I’m taking a break.”

 “Initiates can’t afford to take a break.”

 “I’m the best. I can afford it.” You smirk, raising your hand so the cold bottle touches his neck. You laugh when Eric pulls you hand off him violently.

 “Stop it, Candor.”

 “Don’t be so boring, Erudite.” You laugh again at the anger on his face. Eric uses to scare the hell out of everyone, but not you. In fact, you struggled all your life to create a whole new world where everything is no more than a joke. Well, almost everything.

 “I could beat you up. You know that, right?”

 “Right! I’m up to a good fight whenever you want.” You raise your eyebrows, walking away from him, but Eric grabs your arm, forcing you to face him again. 

 “You should show your leader some respect.” Eric whispers and you realize that the others initiates are now quiet, staring at you to see what Coulter will do to you.

 “I’ll show you some respect when you do the same.” You open your bottle and throw some water on his face.

 “You’re out of control, initiate!”

 “You’re such a funny guy.” You burst into a laugh, pushing Eric away. “We could be friends, I absolutely love talking to you.”

 You manage to set free, walking back to the punching bags. This is very stupid for you since you rather actually fight someone. Four comes to your side, with an amused smirk.

 “Why don’t you just kiss him already?”

 “Kiss who? Eric? No way.” The punching bag moves violently until Four stops it with his hand. “What now, Four? Let me punch this shit so I can forget all this Eric shit.”

 “I can see now why you left Candor, little liar. He can’t take his eyes off you and you can’t take your eyes off him.”

 “Shut up, Four!” You snap at him, looking at Eric through the corner of your eyes.

 “He’ll ask you out soon enough, believe me.” Four whispers, smiling again.

 “Well, tell him that I’d say yes.” 

Request: Mine

Request: Well, i was thinking about an imagine in which get drunk at a party an Juice drives you back home and you confess that you love him and you are jealous of the crow eaters?

Originally posted by carlos-juanortiz

Y/N’s POV

My father was a mechanic at Teller-Morrow Automotive and I had grown up around Samcro; I knew all the bikers and they were my friends. Their queen, Gemma Teller, was an important person in my life. She taught me a lot about that life, among other things that helped me to become a strong woman. However, crow eaters and sweetbutts still underestimated me, thinking I was just an innocent little girl.

“You don’t curse. You don’t get into fights. You don’t get drunk”, Chibs liked to remind me whenever I complained about it, “You’re a sweet girl”

Yeah, I got that often. I could be an old lady, I just had to prove to them and, more important, have an old man. That’s the hardest part. Do you know why? Because the man I wanted wouldn’t look at me like that. 

Juice was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He was nice to me and always respectful, but I wanted him to want me, look me like he looked at the other girls. Chibs knew I liked him and was constantly telling me I was better than the crows, but I couldn’t stop comparing me to them. Like the one who was touching Juice when I walked in the clubhouse that night.

He saw me but I quickly turned my look to the bar, walking toward there to get a drink. Chucky raised an eyebrow at me but put a glass in front of me. I glanced over my shoulder and Juice was still there, across the room, talking to Kozik while the crow stroked his arm. I was so angry that get drunk seemed to be a good idea, so I grabbed the bottle from Chucky’s hand.

“Aye lass”, I bumped into Chibs on my way out, “Where are you going?”

“Bite me”, I barked, though he didn’t deserve it. I walked to the swing Gemma had bought for the kids and sat there, drinking alone.

Chibs’ POV

He had finished his first beer of the night and was going to get another one when Y/N bumped into him. She was storming out the clubhouse and snapped when Chibs talked to her. That wasn’t like her at all and it took just one look around the clubhouse for him to understand why she was acting like that. A crow eater was all over Juice and he was letting her. Stupid boy.

Chibs shook his head and sat by the bar. Soon Tig joined him, “Did you see Y/N?”, his brother asked, “She just passed by me and is in the swing, drinking all alone”

“Aye, I saw her”, Chibs nodded and motioned at Juice’s direction. Tig turned around and followed his gaze.

“Idiot”, his brother mumbled.They had noticed, a while ago, Y/N’s interest on Juice and couldn’t understand why they weren’t together already. The young Son liked her too, always following her with his puppy eyes when Y/N wasn’t looking. “Should we do something?”, the blue eyed man asked.

“I don’t know Tig”, Chibs sighed, “I don’t know”

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They were playing pool and Chibs didn’t know how much time had passed until Y/N come back. She was drunk, carrying the empty bottle as she tried to get to the bar to asked for another one.

“Lass”, he walked to Y/N, to hold and stop her.

“Let me go Scottie”, she mumbled as he made her sit down. Chibs asked the prospect to bring her water and when he looked at Y/N again she was glaring at Juice, “Bitch! What is that crow doing?”

She got rid of him and crossed the room, faster than Chibs thought she could walk. Y/N grabbed the crow’s hair before Chibs could stop her.

Juice’s POV

He was talking to Kozik when Y/N arrived, but Juice saw her. Actually, he seemed to know whenever she was around, not being able to look away. Well, at least when she wasn’t looking because he couldn’t get caught. Why she had to be Gemma’s favorite? The Samcro queen would kill him if Juice tried to date Y/N, he wasn’t enough for Gemma’s favorite girl. 

She was beautiful, as always, but didn’t even look at him, going straight to the bar. The crow eater stroked his arm again, she had been doing it since the party had begun, trying to get his attention. Juice wasn’t into her at all and told her to get lost, the girl pouted and walked way. He looked at the bar but Y/N was gone. He wondered where she was and thought about looking for her, but Jax called him before Juice could even get up.

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Juice got Jax a phone number he wanted and got back to the party. His brothers were playing pool and Y/N wasn’t nowhere to be seen. He found a empty spot at the couch and sat there with a beer on his hand, thinking that Y/N must have gone home. The crow eater came back and sat on his lap.

“Get lost”, Juice sighed and was ready to push her away when someone grabbed the crow eater’s hair.

“Your bitch!”, he heard Y/N yell. Chibs was fast, holding Y/N before she could hurt the crow eater who was squirming on Kozik’s arms as he held her.

“Her keys!”, Chibs hissed at Juice. He ran to the bar and Chucky handed him Y/N’s car keys. His brother carried Y/N to her car and put her inside, “Take her home and come back. We need to talk lad”

“What?”, Juice looked at his sponsor and creased his brow. He couldn’t take Y/N home, she wouldn’t want him to do it.

“Now!”, Chibs barked and Juice rushed to get in the car. He watched Y/N through the rear view mirror as he drove to her house. She was laying on the backseat, mumbling on her drunk sleep. He found the house keys inside her car and carefully carried Y/N inside. He gently laid her on the bed and admired her for a moment, thinking she was the prettiest girl he had ever met.

“Juice?”, he jumped when she called his name.

“Yes”, he whispered, “Sleep now Y/N, you had quite a night”

“Ugh I’m drunk”, she mumbled, covering her eyes with her arm.

“Yes, you are”, Juice chuckled. He couldn’t help it, she was adorable, “Luckily you didn’t hurt that crow, Chibs stopped you”

“Yeah”, Y/N smiled, already falling asleep again, “Nobody touches my man”

“What?”, he asked but she was already soundly sleeping. Her man? The crow was touching him. Juice closed the bedroom door behind him, thinking about what Y/N had said. He texted Chibs to say he wasn’t going back to the clubhouse, but got no answer from his brother. Juice stretched on the couch, pulled the blanket up and tried to relax, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/N had said.

Y/N’s POV

I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. The blinds were open and the sun was hurting my eyes. I grunted as I tried to get up, feeling my head spin. Ugh, I had a terrible hangover. I slowly walked to the kitchen, desperate for some water. How did I get home? I had a vague memorie of someone putting me inside my car, probably Chibs, I wasn’t sure. Poor Scottie, he must have drove me home; he always took care of me. I had to call Chibs and thank him.

I was looking for my phone, when I walked in the living room and saw someone on my couch. I had a natural reaction, I screamed and the person jumped.

“Juice?”, I whispered when I saw him.

“What the hell?”, he cursed, rubbing his face.

“Sorry”, I grimaced, “I just saw someone on the couch and you were under the blanket, I didn’t know you were there”

“I drove you home”, Juice explained. He yawned and blinked a few times.

“I don’t remember it, I thought Chibs did it”, I said and Juice shook his head. Suddenly, I realized what he had to do. He had to carry me inside and put me in my bed. Oh my God! I had dreamed about him carrying me so many times, but none of them involved an unconscious me because I had drunk too much. I turned around and walked back to the kitchen before he could see me blushing.

“No”, Juice followed me and I started to make coffee, keeping me busy and buying me time to calm down, “You got into a fight with a crow, Chibs put you inside your car and told me to bring you home”

“Yeah, I… I remember that”, I mumbled. Damn it, why my hands were shaking?, “I mean, the car, not the fight. Did I really get into a fight?”. That was a first!

“Yes”, his tone made me stop what I was doing, “And that reminds me… Shit, you probably don’t remember it”

“What?”, I breathed as I turned to face him, panicking a little bit. What have I done?, “What is it?”

“I put you in bed and… You mumbled you were drunk and I said yes, you got into a fight with a crow and…”, I held my breath as he looked at me, “You said nobody touches your man”

“What?”, my heart was beating fast inside my chest and I was pretty sure he could hear it, “My man?”

“You punched the crow who was on my lap”, Juice bit his lip as I turned pale. I was so stupid! He wasn’t supposed to know like this, in a drunk confession. To be honest, I wasn’t planning to confess my feeling at all, not sober and certainly not drunk, “She was touching me Y/N”

“S-Sorry”, I stuttered, holding the counter behind me, “I was drunk”

“You’re blushing”, Juice raised an eyebrow as he got closer to me.

“No, I… I’m not…”, I couldn’t find the words. He was so close and he was looking at me differently, there was something new on his eyes.

“Tell me”, he asked in a whisper, “Tell me the truth”

“She was all over you and I got jealous”, I admitted before I even knew what I was doing, “It was supposed to be me, the girl who fell for you the first time I saw you”. I looked up at Juice, waiting. He gently grabbed my arms and put them around his neck, “What are you doing?”

“No one touches your man but you”, Juice pulled me closer, making me gasp. Then he kissed me, gentle but dominant. I melted on his arms. I knew we had to talk about this, about us, but that was the last thing I wanted to do as Juice, my man, kissed me. My man. Mine.

Headcanon #3

Instead of flirting like normal people, Batman and Joker weirdly insult each other like: 

Batman: “Your face is so stupid! So stupidly perfect and amazing and-" 

Joker: "YOUR ARMS ARE SO WEIRD, HOW CAN THEY BE SO DAMN STRONG AND MASCULINE!?" 

Batman: "I think I broke you when I first punched you, cuz your voice always seems to be stuck at ‘I’m super hot’ mode." 

Joker: "Keep your beautiful chin away from me!" 

Batman: "You have hotter legs than any other person in this room. Its a part of a new plot you’re planning, isn’t it!?" 

Joker: "Your eyes are like pure crystal. It’s disgusting!" 

Batman: "You are so damn cute today that I gotta punch you in the face or I’ll be kissing you in less that a minute.” etc.

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