but i was trying to not make this insanely long

Humans are weird

My take on humans are weird/space orcs/Australians

Humans succeed in long endurance running and overall stamina. While some  species have better senses, stronger muscles, and faster acceleration, none of them can last as long as a human when running (it was also ancient humanity’s hunting method: outlasting prey). What if humans can run at a constant speed for a prolonged period of time that would otherwise cause other species to fatigue easily?

S’kron: human George you must rest, you’ve been running for quite some time

George: nah I’m fine, this is normal for me

S’kron: normal? You’ve could’ve died from running that long!

George: I was jogging and it’s not bad, keeps me active, you should try it sometime 

S’kron: running for an extended period of time is your idea of exercise? Are all humans like this?

George: well some can run faster and some can run longer I’m considered average.

S’kron: average? You mean other humans are faster?

George: yeah we have running is a sport for us it’s called sprinting and we do it around 100m or over in laps

S’kron: a sport? You must be insane to be running for that long!

George: no its true we even make obstacles known as hurdles to jump over whilst running

S’kron once again reread human physiology and learnt that humans were the best overall runners on their planet, he brought these findings to the rest of the crew, to their shock.

At that moment the guide to humans book was once again edited with a new note: do not challenge humans to a running contest, for you will surely die a slow, exhausting, painful death

In stream the other day, we started talking about an Avengers Mall AU, and now I can’t stop thinking about it, because I have so many years of bad retail stories built up in my head and non-powered AUs usually don’t work for me, but the longer I think about it, the funnier this gets.

Steve and Sam are two guys who retired from their military branches and teamed up to run an artesian bespoke candy shop.  Steve has no idea half of their sales comes from the fact that Sam put the candy pulling hook in the front window and teenage girls just stand there, drooling.  Sam is totally aware of this, and uses it to ALL his advantage when he’s doing the sugar work.  

Bucky took a part time job at the Hot Topic across the way because hell, he was spending all his time hanging out with Sam and Steve, might as well get paid.  He was the only reliable employee over the age of seventeen; he is now the manager and he’s FURIOUS about it.  His staff is made up of Nico, Kamala and Sam Alexander and various people who get hired and then don’t make it through the training because Bucky glaring at you while you take register training is just SO HARD TO HANDLE.  No one is sure if he’s after Sam or Steve or both.

The SHIELD crew runs a pretty decent mall restaurant, but yeah, used to be a Golden Corral and Fury reserves the right to yell “Do you see a buffet here?” at anyone dumb enough to think it still is.  He doesn’t actually do it, because most of the people who are confused enough to ask are retirees who remind him of his grandma, but still.  He reserves the right.  Nat is a truly terrifying line cook, Maria’s front of house, and Phil’s the head waiter.  Clint doesn’t actually work there, but he’ll put on an apron and belt out an impressive rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ in exchange for free food, and no one else on staff wants to do it, so he eats there A LOT.

Clint is always in the mall.  In the back corridors.  Hanging out in the food court.  Wandering up and down the anchor store escalators.  Everyone thinks he works somewhere else.  No one knows where he actually works.  There is a betting pool.  It has been building for YEARS.

Jan runs the sort of high end boutique that has like, four outfits in two sizes on six gigantic racks.  There are no prices.  You do not ask how much it is. You know if you can afford it.  If she likes you, you can afford it.

Thor runs the hardware store.  No one knows why the hardware store is there.  This is not the sort of place one would see a hardware store.  Thor says he inherited it from his father, and it was there before the mall, and no one really wants to look into it.  Mostly, they seem to get by on selling knives..  Big knives.  Little knives.  Knives as long as your arm.  They get by on selling knives, because who’s buying screws at this place?  Oh, right, anyone Sif TELLS to buy screws.  "You need screws.“  "Oh, no, I-”  "You can always use more screws.“  "Y-yes, ma'am.”  She might be domming half of their customers without knowing it.  The Warriors Three run the stock room.  Badly.

Bruce runs the used bookstore down on the lower level where he can’t really afford the rent but the mall management like saying there’s a bookstore, and no one else is going to rent that hole, so he gets to stay, hiding in his piles and piles and piles of used books.  Mostly science and history, but he does a brisk business in romance novels and murder mystery paperbacks.  He likes it down there.  He wishes people would stop trying to get him to come upstairs to socialize.  He also kind of wishes people would stop coming down TO socialize.  His cousin Jennifer runs the register and helps the customers most days, she’s very quiet and very mild mannered and wears very lumpy clothes and giant eighties style glasses, so no one recognizes her when she goes to her second job, as a crossfit instructor for the gym on the top floor.  Jenn is, as they say, RIPPED. Put her in a leotard and her whole personality changes, it’s like she’s a different person.

Carol is a recovering alcoholic ex-pilot who runs the bar at the ‘bad’ chain restaurant down on the far end of the ground floor.  Other than the SHIELD place or the food court, it’s the only place to eat in the mall, and honestly, you’d be better off in the food court.  The food is trash, but she can mix a mean mojito and she knows every secret of every worker in the place, and she’s paid double on Saturdays because she’s her own bouncer.

Jessica Drew runs the arcade on the main floor, one of those stupid ones with 'glow mini-golf’ and games that constantly spit out tickets, you know, legalized gambling for children.  It’s a chain, but the give out far too many prizes and she and her staff (Peter, Miles, Anya) would be fired if they also weren’t the highest grossing location on the eastern seaboard.  They throw the best birthday parties in the state, and have a waiting list that’s like, months long.

Wanda’s shop sells… Something.  No one knows what any of this stuff does.  Or if it’s legal to own.  But when you find something you want, OH GOD YOU REALLY WANT IT.  She mostly sits and reads, and drinks tea from Hank McCoy’s tea shop. 

Stephen Strange quit his job as a surgeon and retired to run a magic and joke shop.  If you ask him why, he just shrugs and said he made some very bad choices.  A relative somewhere oversea, Asia, Clint says it was somewhere in Asia, died and left him some sort of inheritance.  So now he just sells fake rubber vomit and teaches slight of hand.  Buy him a drink, and learn more than you wanted to know about card tricks.  Walk into his shop, and be prepared to sit through at LEAST four card tricks before you can escape.

Greer run’s “Tigra’s Treasure Trove” on the second floor, it’s the anime and manga and gaming and comic shop.  She wears cat ears and a tail.  Every day.  No one’s sure if she does it to bring in the otaku, or if it’s a lifestyle choice.  No one wants to ask.

Tony owns the mall.  Owns like a hundred malls across the country.  No one knows, Obie does the day to day running of the management company, but Tony owns them.  He’s mostly in it for the buying and selling, but he likes this mall.  This one.  He likes it here.

He has a Sharper Image type store on the top floor.  It’s him and Rhodey and Pepper and Pepper will kill them both one of these days but he sells the sort of stuff you do not need but God you want it.  You walk into his store and it’s all apple store chic, white and chrome and gleaming surfaces, collapseable tablets and robots and holographic projectors and all the geek chic that you want and everyone in the mall wants something from him, they’ve all got something on layaway (he only does layaway for other retail workers because he doesn’t want to keep track of this stuff) except Steve and it makes him insane.  He spends far too much time trying to figure out what he can stock or create or build that will get Steve into his shop.

Pepper calls them “Steve-Grabbers,” Like 'grandma grabbers’ but designed to attract the most sincere hipster she’s ever met and she’d kill Tony over adding this stuff to stock without telling her, but it all sells.  It all sells.  In his desperate attempt to attract Steve, Tony misses and attracts EVERYONE ELSE.

i need a famous ship where they’re both insanely busy with album recordings & red carpets & tours & they’re trying to make this whole long distance relationship work but with the time differences & going months without seeing each other it’s difficult, not to mention all the rumors & shit. but then there’s all the cute things like showing up on tour to surprise each other & going to award shows together & just finally seeing each other again after going so long with only facetime dates, missed calls, & late night texts to get them by. honestly idek where i’m going with this i just know that i really want it ??? but like this or message me & we can figure everything out k cool

Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker’s best friend falls in love with him and holds back her feelings until she can’t take it anymore, but Peter’s heart is already taken by another.

word count: 1,420

Warnings: Angst, couple swears

Based on the song Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine

Peter Parker was the perfect boy. He was smart, handsome, clever, and kind. Everything

I look for in a guy. I mean I shouldn’t be so surprised I fell in love with him. He’s basically a Disney prince, but ten times more charming. I’ve been friends with Peter since I was 3 years old. Our parents had worked together until they passed away. I confronted him through everything, I was even the first person he told about how he became Spiderman. I was the person who held him after his Uncle Ben died. I was there for everything. Which made me think I had a chance  I was a fool to think Peter actually had feelings for me.


“Y/n come on we have to get to class” I heard Peter exclaim.

“Yeah whatever, school sucks” I giggled chasing after him since he had gotten ahead. I walked into the school which had definitely changed over night. There were homecoming posters and decorations.

“Are we still on for watching Lord of the Rings tonight Pete?” I asked as we stopped at my locker. As I was twisting the lock I felt Peters breath on my neck.

“As soon as I’m done fighting crime I’ll be over” he whispered sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay,” I said so quietly I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear me.

“Peter let’s go,” I said turning around, but he was already gone and talking to Liz which made my blood boil.

“And again I’m talking to myself because of her,” I said under my breath my voice laced with annoyance. I curled my fists in a ball. The way he looked at her made me so angry and I don’t know why. He’s just my best friend. Nothing else and that’s period. Right?  I walked away from the scene not wanting to witness anything else. At this point, I just want to go home. I could feel my heart ache all day, but why? I can’t be mad at Peter for talking to other girls I’m not the only person in his life. We’re just best friends. I’m just wondering why it hurts so much.

I went through my classes until the final bell finally rang. I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran out the door. I’m 110% sure I don’t want to deal with Peter right now. So I may or may not have run home. Okay, I did, but I mean at least I actually got exercise instead of having my head buried in a book or laptop. I got my keys out of my backpack and as I was turning the lock I heard Peter talking to Ned. It really sucks when the person you’re trying to avoid lives in the same apartment as you. I opened the door and scrambled into my apartment faster than humanly possible and darted to my bedroom. Truthfully I just wanted to be alone. Usually, I come home wanting to read a book, but all I wanted to do is watch sappy romances and cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I felt single tears slide down my face when I heard a knock on the window making me jump and fall out of my bed. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye going to the window and opening it up so Peter could get in. All of the sudden everything was better just seeing his goofy smile warmed my heart and for a split second

I forgot he was even the reason I’m so upset. My world was burning down because of this boy, yet he was the only one who could save me. I flopped down on my bed looking at the ceiling.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day”? He asked

“I am not”

“I literally saw you run from the school I’m pretty sure faster than I can run” he laughed

“Well maybe I just wanted to work out”

“Since when do you work out” he laughed

“Oh my god stop” I giggled grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it.

“Ow seriously,” he said laughing.

“Don’t you have spidey things to do?” I asked

“You seemed upset so I’ll skip it for tonight, I don’t think Queens will go to hell if I take a night off” That sentence melted my heart. He was taking off because I was upset. This boy is literally going to be the death of me. I didn’t realize how close we were. I was staring right into his beautiful brown eyes and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Wait no why would I want to kiss my best friend. I was mentally freaking out so, I quickly sprung off my bed.

“I have to the bathroom” I squeaked, practically running to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and immediately shoved it closed and locked the door making sure I heard the click to know it was locked. I went to the sink looking in the mirror. I had this strange feeling to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him. The amount of desire I have for this boy is driving me insane. That’s when it all made sense. I was in love with Peter Parker. He was literally my dream boy. I would have never thought I meet someone like him, But I couldn’t lose him over a simple crush. If love is just a simple crush. My cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment so I swiftly turned on the faucet and splashed water in my face. The cold water wasn’t enough. I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped my face off and then threw it back onto the sink. I sluggishly walked back to my room trying to think of an excuse of why I was freaking out. Why did I have to fall in love? Especially with him. I don’t want to be in love with my best friend. I don’t have a chance so all I can do is a dream, but how long can dream until I go completely insane. I gradually opened the door to find Peter gone. I saw a note lying on the bed. So much for him spending the night with me.

Mr. Stark called it’s super important. I’m so sorry I had to leave. Have a great night Y/N, love Peter

What kind of game is this boy playing? Is he trying to make me fall in love with him? Well if that was the game he won. I grabbed the paper and ripped it in half. I wanted to scream. I was so angry. I was furious. I was so in love with him. Simple crush my ass. I’m drop dead head over heels for Peter. I left the torn up paper on the bed and moved my way over to the bed. I got under the covers, and that’s when I lost it. I was bawling. It was uncontrollable. I swiftly jumped out of my bed. I needed fresh air. I opened up my window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof. I did this when I was upset about something. Now thinking about it. The times I went up here are all because of Peter Parker. Who thought the best thing in my life could cause me so much pain. I sat there, taking deep breaths finally calming myself down. I sniffled wiping the tears from my face.

“Y/N why are you crying” I heard from behind me, scaring the hell out of me. Why does this boy insist on trying to be with me when he the reason for all my problems, but I had enough of it.

“You, I’m so in love with you, and I can’t have you, It took me a long time to realize, but I love you okay, now can you please go away or tell me you feel the same way” I practically screamed leaving him speechless.

“Y/N I-I”

“What Peter just say it,” I said quietly

“I just asked Liz to homecoming” he murmured, and that’s when I felt my heart drop. Why did I fall in love with Peter Parker?

Part 2 maybe ndjwfjkwj

Update! Part 2 has been posted! :)
Days of the week: Sunday

Words: 1157

Reader X Jungkook 

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin l Saturday - Taehyung l Sunday - Jungkook 

Originally posted by purelyjimin

*knock knock knock*

The knocking on the door made you jump. You looked at Tae as if you were asking him what it could be but his face was more confused than yours. Any of the boys who were there knew you both were fucking.

  “Get off, I’m busy here” he yelled at the person in the other side of the door.

You had barely rested, and so had Tae. You both were busy. You wanted to sleep. The knocking kept going and Tae got up angrily.

 “Cover yourself” he said before opening the door.

“Jungkook? What do you want? Can’t you see I’m kinda busy here?” he said, hiding himself behind the door. Jungkook?

You couldn’t hear what Jungkook was saying. But what could it be?

 “No, she is tired. However, it is still Saturday. Wait for Sunday” Tae said. You still couldn’t hear Jungkook’s answers, but you heard steps appearing and then, he was gone. Tae closed the door and went back to bed without saying a word, not telling you what Jungkook wanted. You would ask, but before you knew, you fell asleep.

 Wake up. Wake up, baby girl. You have slept enough.

 A sweet, deep voice was echoing through your asleep mind, pulling you to your hot reality. Your eyes snapped open and you were blessed with a sight of Taehyung beside you, full dressed, waking you up. You smiled at him. Gosh.

  “You slept all day. It’s night already, look” he said, pointing to the window. The sky was dark. Shit, have I slept this long? The college. Oh my

 “Huh…I… I gotta…” you tried to say. Shit, I’m so

Your phone buzzed.

   *Where tf are you? Shit, you can’t disappear like this, Y/N! You missed another class, for fuck sakes*  

  This was just one of 6 messages from your friend. Well, sorry but I am busy.  

  “Why don’t you take a shower and come have dinner with us?” Tae said. You looked at the clock.

 “Huh… It’s almost midnight. I have slept for almost 1 day, it’s almost Sunday. I really have to go home” you said.

You really needed. You weren’t sleeping at your dorm and were skipping a thousand classes. Besides, you had slept for almost 1 day, you were freaking tired and needed some time to yourself.

 “We’re leaving this town on Monday. We would like to spend this last day with you.”  He said simply. Your heart almost stopped.

 “Oh… right. Ok”  that’s all you could say.

   “This pasta is really good, Jin. Oh my God” you said. Jin really cooked well.

Everybody was there, just talking while you were eating, except by Jungkook who was taking a shower.  It was Sunday. Jungkook’s day. Honestly, you weren’t expecting much. He was a god in stage, his hips didn’t let him lie, but in personal, he was so shy. He had barely talked to you in that whole week. Actually, you hadn’t seen any dirtiness in him. He would be…vanilla? Or was he just letting you think he is something he wasn’t just to make you surprised?

 You wanted to keep thinking about but the next sight made you stop everything and look. Jungkook left the shower and walked to the living room – where everybody was – only with a towel around his waist, water drops falling on his entire body, his wet hair falling on his forehead. Shit. Shit shit shit. Your body reacted by the sec you saw him that hot. He looked straight into your eyes and then looked away.

 “Hyung, where’s my facial mascara?” he asked.

 You couldn’t hear anything. All you could think was about how much you wanted to lick all those drops out of his perfect abs. When he left, the boys talked again but you were still amused.

  “Try not to drool, Y/N” Yoongi said, noticing your amusement. Bastard. You came back to your pasta but before you could eat, a voice called you.

 “Come here, Y/N” Jungkook called you from your room. What? No way. You stood up slowly, still confused. Did he really call you?  You got closer to the bedroom he was and knocked on the door. “Come in and lock it” he said.

  He was standing a few centimeters away from the bed, still naked except by the towel. Your heart started to rush, your blood started to burn and your core was screaming for that towel to fall.  

  He walked towards you and suddenly, randomly, he picked you up getting up as well and pressing you against the door, your legs around his waist. Unhappily, the towel doesn’t fall off.

 “I know you think I’m shy. But I’m not. I just like to proof things at the right time, which is now” he said. You were still in a hoodie and underwear only, and you could already feel his huge bulge pulsing against your clothed pussy. Cheesus Christ. He kissed you, his soft lips moving against yours in a delicious way. His kiss was the best one till that moment just because of his lips shape. You opened your mouth and his tongue explored it, biting and sucking yours. His hands roamed your ass greedily; you could feel him pressing his hard on cock against you. You didn’t expect that at all.

 He stopped kissing you, making you whimper, and let your feet touch the ground. He walked towards the bed let the towel fall. Oh, my… The sight made you stop breathing and you could just stare at his dick. His big, delicious dick. He sat on the edge of the bed and did spread his legs.

  “Get on your knees and suck me” he said simply. You didn’t argue, you didn’t think, you didn’t assimilate, before you knew you were kneeling in front of him and taking his dick on your hand. You pumped it a few times but once the pre-cum came out, you started to blow him. He growled the erotic sound making you want to be fucked already. He was now holding a fistful of your hair, controlling your speed. When you gagged and tried to pull back, he didn’t let you.

 “Take it. I’m not done” he said. You could feel your amusement making your panties get wet. Really wet. He stopped you and told you to strip. When you quickly did, he started to stare at your naked body; you felt the necessity to cover yourself but avoided this feeling.

  “You are so hot, Y/N. I’m gonna fuck you all night” he said and you died in anticipation. “Lay” he said and you obeyed. He positioned himself between your legs and kissed you again. Going to your neck, he looked for your sweet spot and once he found it, he sucked at it. Then, he kissed each of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples, making you grab the bed sheets. You could feel his erection against your thigh; you just wanted to feel him inside you already. His hand trailed down your thigh and pushed one finger inside you, making you gasp. He smirked at your reaction and pushed another finger deep inside you, pumping it in and out, wet sounds echoing from your pussy. His finger moves in and out of your walls, the sensation is fucking good.

“Your so fucking beautiful.” He said and pulled away. You whined. He clasped his teeth on your panties and pulled them off slowly, teasing you. “You are so fucking wet for me” he said. Biting his lip he positioned his dick at your entrance and pushed himself all the way in without warning. You screamed.

 “I wanna make you scream my name” he said, thrusting harder and louder. “I’m gonna fucking show you that I am not a kid”. You started bucking your hips against him, your bodies slapping against each other, trying to get some extra pleasure on your clit. He was so big and felt so fucking good inside you.

  “Oh my God, Jungkook” you screamed and digged your nails in his back.

 He stopped moving, but only long enough to bed you over and start to take you hard and quick from behind, the pressure inside you driving you completely insane. He kept thrusting inside you, and before you knew his hand was slapping against your ass cheek.

  Fucking with Jungkook was being completely delicious.

  “Do you like it? You still think I’m a kid?” he asked, pulling your hair.

 “Fuck, Jungkook” you said.

“No one else will ever fuck you this good, Y/N, not even my hyungs” he said. Wow. You couldn’t even answer; you were immersed in your pleasure.

  With all those cursing, screaming, skins slapping sounds, you were losing it. You felt Jungkook gripping your waist tighter and soon, you felt his releasing inside you. It pushed you towards the edge, and your walls clenched around his stone hard dick.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself in an empty bed, but before you could recognize where you were, the bedroom’s door snapped open.

 “We are leaving on Monday. However, you are one of the best girls we have ever fucked” Namjoon said. The room was silent.

“And… some of us fucked you, like, 5 days ago. It’s a long time” Yoongi said.

 “So…?” you asked.

  “If you want, you can choose one of us to fuck you one last time before we leave. Or all of us” Jungkook said.

What the fuck?

A/N: That’s it! I hope you like it and thank you for all the support. And no, there’s no part 2 or group sex

A Study in Hypocrisy #2.6

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger.


Let’s talk about Wanda. 

Wanda, who chooses to join a known terrorist organization to get revenge over Tony in the stupidest plot ever, because, come on. If your parents are killed in a car accident, you’re not going to go kill the car manufacturer in revenge. It’s absurd. It’s insane. It makes no sense whatsoever

But she makes that choice. God only knows how many people she killed during her and Pietro’s time with HYDRA, but she obviously doesn’t give a damn. In fact, her revenge against Tony doesn’t seem to include actually causing him physical harm, but rather…killing as many innocent people over the world as she can? Otherwise, she could have, you know. Killed him at the beginning of Age of Ultron. Instead, she triggered the creation of Ultron, mentally raped and tortured people who’d already been through a shit-ton of trauma, and let loose a creature known to be uncontrollable and highly destructive on hapless civilians. 

And she does. not. care. 

Then, she realizes all of a sudden that, wait! Ultron wants to destroy the world I happen to be a part of. Does that mean I’ll die, too? It must! Nope, that won’t do. Let’s switch sides. 

Then Clint goes and makes her an Avenger, without any consideration for Natasha, his friend and teammate, who had to relive her blood-drenched past, or Bruce, his teammate and friend, whom Wanda forced to massacre innocent civilians, or Tony, his teammate and supposed friend, who went through a hellish vision. Clint, who has experienced mind-control and its consequences before, just welcomes a proven disloyal, murderous witch into the team all on his own. As if all was forgiven and the lives she’d taken didn’t matter. As if the harm she caused wasn’t a problem and should be forgotten just because she suddenly saw the light and really is “just a kid.” 

But she didn’t. 

First, she doesn’t give a crap about the lives lost. She doesn’t give a crap about who lives or dies, and about what she did/caused.  

Second, she’s not a freaking kid. She’s a grown-ass woman of 26, only a few years younger than Steve, and if she’s old enough to drink, fuck and kill, then she’s damn well old enough to take responsibility for the blood she shed. Willingly.

Third, how come Tony has to take responsibility, get reamed out by everyone and still not be forgiven, and atone over and over again for his mistakes (which afterward get used against him on a regular basis by his supposed team), even though he actually tries to get better and fix things, when Wanda, who doesn’t give a shit, gets a free pass? The double-standards when it comes to that are mind-blowing. 

The same thing actually happens after Lagos. Wanda fucks up. And yeah, she was trying to help this time, I won’t deny it. But she did, and people died. And instead of benching her for more training (because while I believe that “lack of control” excuse if absolute bullshit after the mastery of her powers she displayed in Age of Ultron), which should have been Steve’s reaction as “team leader,” Steve gently sits her down and explains that she should forget about those people because “you can’t save everybody.” That the leader of the world’s leading defending force shows such disregard about human life is kinda daunting, don’t you think? 

I can guarantee that, had Tony made such a costly mistake, he’d have been benched faster than you can say “hypocrite.” 

Alright then. 

On to that wonderfully childish “he locked me into my room” affair. 

Tony tries to protect Wanda by keeping her in. Granted, he could have explained it better. Except here’s the deal: Tony has a lot on his plate. On top of this Accords mess, he’s still got a company to his name, which means the livelihoods of thousands of people all over the world to worry about, the Avengers’ gear, PR, and battles to deal with, his Iron Man duties, etc. etc. No doubt both the Lagos incident and Steve’s mess in Bulgaria are running him ragged trying to do damage control not only with Ross, but also with, probably, the press and maybe even the UN. Furthermore, he’s already been physically hurt. 

He simply doesn’t have the time to sit down with Wanda, take her hand, and then explain everything that’s going down, especially given that she’s hostile towards him to begin with, and would probably not listen anyway. 

Vision did try to explain. And she was fine with staying where she was until Clint popped up with his carefully not considered consequences. 

Then you’ll never make me believe that dropping 20+ cars on top of a man—a man in armor, sure, but that doesn’t make it any better, the average weight of a car being 1.5 ton—the way she did wasn’t done with the intention to cause severe physical harm, if not outright death. To me, she saw the opportunity to hurt the man she considered responsible for everything wrong in this world, and took it with relish. 

So here’s the thing. 

Wanda can judge and hate Tony all she wants. But that doesn’t change the fact that were it not for him, she wouldn’t be in America. She wouldn’t have anything to eat, or to wear, or anywhere to sleep. She wouldn’t have a visa (which must have been freaking hard to obtain given that she was a criminal), or shiny toys, or a room bigger than the average family home to be locked in in the first place. 

And it doesn’t change the fact that she has no right to that judgement and hatred while she conveniently refuses to acknowledge that, unlike Tony, who had no idea what was going on, she willingly caused harm to innocent people. 


Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor | Part 2.4: Bruce | Part 2.5: Clint

Obsession (Part 3)

Writer- @myhellyourstories



Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.


Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Warning(s)- None??

Words- 679

A/N- Start of the miniseries, that’s why is so short.

Harry’s room was plain, just a bed and a dresser. The Isle’s homes, if you could even call them that, were horrible compared to Auradon’s. It made you sad that the other children of the Isle couldn’t have a good life on Auradon because of their parents misdeeds. Speaking of Auradon, you hoped Mal was following your request, or all of what you about to do will be awkward. After awhile of waiting, Harry came out of the bathroom in different clothes and no eyeliner on. He walked over to were you were laying on the bed and sat down on the edge. You sat up against the backboard, giving him some room. He gave you a questioning look before asking. “Why do you seem so willing to be here, lass? It’s not like you to allow me around you anymore.”

You sighed softly. “Harry, this isn’t the first time you locked me in your room, and it most likely won’t be the last time.” You said. He had a history of ‘kidnapping’ you. Most of the time as kids, he would get you to come to this room and then not let you out. You always thought that it was a joke, since you were to young to think he would actually keep you there. The first time he really scared you was the first time another guy flirted with you as early teens. He threw you over his shoulder, much like he did at Uma’s, and refused to let you out of his room and wouldn’t even tell you why.

“I doubt it will happen again, lass. Because this time, your precious sister or Jay isn’t here to save you and I don’t think you could escape me here. No you see lass, you are going to stay here with me for as long as it takes you to love me like I love you.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes.

“Do you really think that’s going to make me fall for you? You’re honestly insane. Drop your bad boy act and talk to me like the you you were before you meet Uma!” You were sick of him trying to act like everything would fall into place for him. You could thank Uma for that! “I don’t know what you mean, little witch. What other me is there?” His voice mocking you. You growled, losing you temper. That’s it.

“The you that came crying to me over your fathers horrible treatment. The you that begged me to let you stay with me because you were to afraid to go back home.” You moved closer to his face, growing out words. “The you who would follow me around, clinging to my back when meeting new people. The you who was innocent, never wanting to hurt a soul. Where’s that you, huh?!” You yelled the last part in his face and then moved back to the backboard, crossing your arms. His face turned from arrogance to shock in an instant. He probably didn’t want to get reminded of his past self, he was always ashamed of his ‘weaker’ side. He soon growled and pounced on top of you, holding you arms down to your side. “That weak little boy is gone, lass. It would be in your best interest not to bring him up again.”

You faked pouted, talking a lesson out of your sister’s book. “Aww did I hurt your feelings? I’m so sorry, I won’t let it happen again.” You mocked. He stared at for a moment, till he snapped out of his anger. He slowly got off of you and avoided eye contact. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that to you.” He apologized. You raised one of your eyebrows, but shrugged anyway.

He got off the bed and walked to the door. “I’m going to get you some food. Don’t even think about leaving.” With that note, he left, making sure to lock the door tight. “This is going to be a long week…” You thought out loud, before closing your eyes.

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Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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anonymous asked:

I know ask box is closed but since this is literally happening to me right now I thought I'd ask. Dads react to dadsona getting pressured for nudes and keeps saying no?

[mod max, fam I know the feeling, I’ve had to take care of people like this before for my s/o. The ask box IS closed, but I feel like you were definitely right to submit this specific prompt.]

☠ Robert - He… knows how to deal with this (queue evil laughter). Robert takes the phone from you and begins talking with the person for a long, long time. You look over his shoulder and see that he is flirting with them, but very, very vaguely, and he seems not to be getting the hints that the lewd and disgusting stranger is dropping. The stranger asks for nudes, and he sends this as a response: “o-oh! okay… um… I guess I can do it, just for you, though! Don’t show anyone!” He looks you dead in the eyes, lifts his shirt up, and takes a picture of his hairy armpit (so that it’s clearly an armpit) and sends it. The stranger responds that they wanted something personal. Robert then, without missing a beat, holds up his middle finger, takes a picture of the full hand so that it is clearly a middle finger, and hits send, and responds: “This is their boyfriend, fucker.”

👚Joseph - O…oh my. He’s very upset, but he doesn’t want to stress you out any more than you already are, so he tries to keep his cool, externally at least. He asks you for their contact info so that he can have a conversation with them and sternly tell them off. He does so politely, and preaches vaguely about it the following day to shame the person.

📕 Hugo - Um.. what? Suddenly, he seems to have launched himself roughly ten feet into the air, landing in a fighter pose with a very loud thud. From no discernable place, the John Cena theme is playing. He sprints out the door as fast as lightning, and is back before you can even be surprised. He then proceeds to sit down and act as though nothing happened. You never see the texter again.

🦇 Damien - Oh my! He’s.. honestly not quite sure what to do about it, except perhaps speak about how uncivilized such behavior is. He decides to politely resolve it by asking for the person’s number and then softly informing them that he is, in fact, your boyfriend, and that they should leave you alone. They apologize.

🎣 Brian - NOPE. NOT ON HIS WATCH. He takes your phone and gets the guy’s number, before asking him for nudes. Because he’s Brian, he actually manages to get them, and then he proceeds to completely insult the other man in areas that no man wants to be insulted. He then politely adds onto the end that he is your boyfriend, and that whoever is texting should kindly go take a cold shower and consider getting someone who is more in their league.

⚾ Craig - Sorry, what? Craig is just plain disgusted by the behavior of this other person. He gets their contact info and has a one-on-one with them, giving them a thorough talking-to about just how disappointed he is in them. I mean, come on! This is just plain pathetic. He then gives them a motivational speech about how they can do so much better than that, and they can get with someone if they really try to do it in a non-vulgar way. He also tells them that you’re taken, so they need to find someone else to court, and this time, they should do it in a polite way. He’s rooting for them (so long as they knock it off lmao)!

☕ Mat - Oh, really? He just talks to them over a cup of coffee and makes them realize how insanely uncool it was for them to do that. They feel genuinely embarrassed and leave. Mat then asks if he can block their number on your phone, but before he can do anything, you receive a very formal apology in the form of a surprisingly well-written 3.5 essay, finishing with how uncool it was for them to do that.


Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Changkyun

Word Count: 1,814

a/n: This is the last part! Thank you all for enjoying this series it was one of my favorites by far!! Expect more in the future!!

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affinity-  a spontaneous or natural liking for someone or something

Originally posted by kihn

“I knew it! Did I not tell you there was something weird about you two?” your friend said, pointing an incriminating finger at you as she laid down on your bed. You sat at the edge of it and held your head in your hands, gently massaging your scalp as you let out a sigh. “I didn’t know…” you said softly, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath, “I just thought… no, I didn’t think he felt that way… I shouldn’t have acted so carelessly” you added, making your friend frown sympathetically and sit up to pat your back. “Well if you didn’t know, you obviously weren’t aware you were being careless, but well what’s done is done, what now?” she said, scooting closer to you.

You shrugged and stared at your lap, what now? You repeated to yourself inside your head. “I don’t know… I think I just lost a really good friend” you mumbled and your friend stared at you in disbelief. “You lost a friend? Are you kidding? This is how you’re going to let it all fall apart?” she asked and you turned other in surprise, “W-Wha- Yes it fell apart, do you understand the seriousness of this? He was like a brother to me! Siblings don’t have these kinds of feelings for each other, it’s weird!” you spouted and your friend chuckled. “Okay, okay, first of all, you aren’t siblings, stupid. Second, you also like him” your friend stated and your eyes widened, a pinch of anger making itself known in your stomach. “No we aren’t but it felt like it, and what?” you replied, making your friend pinch the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes. “God, please give me the patience for this daughter of yours because she’s so… she’s a little slow sometimes” your friend joked, taking in a deep breath and releasing. She turned to you with a certain determination and you watched how the whole situation seemed so simple, so straightforward to her.

“Y/N, I’ve known you long enough and have heard you talk about roommate guy long enough to understand you never tried having more with him because things were comfy and he never- well, he did, but you never caught on to his signs of feelings for you,  but this is what I think and believe you should do” your friend said, turning her body towards you. “If you feel the same way for him, you need to go talk to him and make it work, and if you don’t, then you still go talk to him and save your friendship” she stated and you felt your chest tighten. You stared at her with a frown and felt your cheeks become hot as you tried hard not to smile or cry or laugh.

You simply nodded a bit and let out a chuckle, “Okay”.

You tapped at the wooden table of the pastry shop, bouncing your leg nervously and occasionally picking at your fingernails. Your stomach was making somersaults and frankly, your heart was about ready to beat out of your chest. Just then, the door to the shop opened and Changkyun stepped inside, turning in your direction and calmly reaching your table to sit across from you. You smiled faintly at him and he simply smirked a little, placing his hands on his lap and running them on his thighs. You cleared your throat and averted your gaze from his, knitting your eyebrows slightly. “I’m… sorry, Changkyun” you managed softly, now lifting your gaze to meet his as his eyes remained trained on you. He shook his head and smiled, “It was my fault, I shouldn’t have lied to you so much” he admitted and you chuckled, “Yea you shouldn’t have” you said, his smile faltering as he looked away.

“I um, I was going to try and make up this whole speech about why I don’t want to stop meeting up with you and all but I’m just going to avoid that and get to the point” you admitted with a dismissive wave of your hand. Changkyun straightened up and attentively watched you, his heart rate speeding up but he managed to keep himself composed. You took in a deep breath and smiled at him, “I don’t want to be your friend” you stated and you could tell a part of his being had shattered but no one else would notice unless they had lived with him for an entire year. An entire year sharing an apartment, learning to love and hate each other, burning things in the kitchen, pranking each other by throwing buckets of cold water as either one showered, sharing a couch during movie nights, and sharing each other’s laps on bad days.

“But, frankly… I-I think I’m… I want to work things out if you’re okay with it?” you added softly, almost timidly. You hadn’t realized how tightly clasped your hands had been until now that you felt yourself so tense. Changkyun let out a shuddered breath and scoffed, scratching the back of his head and looking around. “What do you mean?” he asked, eyes meeting yours again nervously. You stared at him blankly and chuckled, “I mean, I want to date you if that’s what you also want” you said slowly as if he’d understand better if you said it that way.

Changkyun’s lips parted and his expression became what you didn’t expect. He knitted his eyebrows and looked away from you to stare at the table, pupils shaking as he scanned the surface like if he expected it to give him answers. “Or, um… Is that not… what you want?” you asked suddenly feeling your face get hot with embarrassment and dread. Changkyun lifted his gaze to meet yours and shook his head, “Y/N, I-I didn’t make myself clear last time and I’m sorry but… I just… Don’t think you understand what I- I’m-” he stumbled over his words but he somehow sounded too calm. It made you want to cry and get angry because what the hell were you doing here getting rejected when he was the one who confessed first?

“So it’s not what you want? What do you want Changkyun?” you blurted and he ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it, “Y/N, I don’t just like you, I’m… I’m in love with you and honestly it terrifies me” Changkyun confessed and you gaped at him, beyond stunned.

“What? How long? What-” you asked hastily and Changkyun covered his face with his hands, leaning his elbows on the table and emitting a groan. “Why are you making me say all these things? You weren’t supposed to know any of it…” he said, his tone almost a whine as his words were somewhat muffled by his hands. “Dude I-” you said with a scoff, leaning back into your seat as you crossed your arms.

You had tried to keep it together but you no longer could remain calm and composed. You wanted to curse him out for saying so much so suddenly. The two of you sat in silence for several seconds. He had thrown a curve-ball at you and you had no way of responding because out of all things, you did not expect him to be in love with you.

“How long have you felt this way and kept it to yourself? Why didn’t you ever say something? What if I felt the same, did that never cross your mind you frigging idiot?” you blurted, a bit loudly at that, making a few heads turn in your direction as Changkyun stared at you, gaping. Before you knew it, you were laughing and clumsily trying to muffle the sound with your hands. You looked insane, you were sure of it, but the entire situation was rather insane, so you were fitting right in with your role.

Changkyun looked stupefied, which you had never before witnessed in all the time you had known him. It made you giggle as you fanned yourself with your hands in attempt to bring your flushed face back to normal. You cleared your throat after a few seconds and finally spoke, “I know we didn’t plan any of this and honestly, I’m sorry for never noticing, but to be fair, if you would’ve told me sooner, I wouldn’t have been so hostile about it all” you said calmly, fiddling with your fingers. “You know me really well, and it feels like it could work, I-I’d… Want it to…” you admitted sheepishly as you watched your hands fidget in your lap.

Changkyun sighed, making it the first sound he made after a few minutes. “I want to… Too” he said, his voice soft and deep but still striking you with the same impact as if he’d shouted it. You locked eyes with him and without realizing, you grinned.

You had done it several times in the past but holding his hand now, felt different and sent a shot of excitement through your chest. The two of you finished the last episode of your favorite show and ranted over the ending. “Honestly, like I knew that’s how it was going to go down but I need more like, that wasn’t enough” you said in annoyance as Changkyun sat up in your bed and leaned against the headboard, “I know, it felt rushed or like there was still more” he added and you nodded.

You sat up and hugged the blanket the two of you were sharing, refusing to turn to him, “Do you have to leave soon?” you asked, running your fingers over the soft fabric. “Do you want me to leave soon?” he asked and you turned to him with a shake of your head. Changkyun grinned and pulled at your arm, making you scoot against the headboard as well.

“Then I won’t” he said and you pinched his cheek, “Can you stay?” you asked shyly and Changkyun moaned in pain but nodded nonetheless, taking your wrist as you let go of his cheek with a chuckle. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before he was mere centimeters from your face, your heart stammering in your chest as soon as his lips grazed yours.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. You felt his hand reach your face as he gently held you close and you couldn’t help but smile against him. You pulled away and grinned sheepishly, “If you wouldn’t have moved out, we could have had more of this” you joked and he chuckled, “I guess I’ll just have to spend the night more often” he replied and your eyes widened, “I was just talking about making out, don’t get too excited” you said and Changkyun pecked your lips once more. “So was I, you nasty” he countered and the two of you laughed.

More Than Friends (Jimin X Reader)

Request: “Hello! Can I request a Jimin smut where you are roomates, but he has like the biggest crush on you? And one day he accidentally walks in on you naked, and you are shy and embarrassed because no one has ever seen you naked? Jimin on lead, please. – anon”

Admin: Candi
Fandom: BTS
Member/reader: Jimin, female
Genre/warning(s):  smut, strong language, choking
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Boy Next Door - Derek Hale

Relationship: Derek x Reader 

Request: @julieanncupcake said: can you do derek hale imagine where him and the reader are neighbors (and they secretly like each other) but they will do favors for each other like mow the other persons lawn or bake cookies/cook dinner for the other person and its really fluffy?

A/N: This was such a cute idea! I had so much fun writing this. It was one of my favorite requests by far!

Word Count: 1782


It was mid-Summer when you moved into the modern home neighborhood. You went home searching with your best friend earlier in the season, once the lease on your apartment was up. After looking at other, more luxurious apartments, condos, cozy homes, and just about every other place you could live you finally found the perfect one. 

Your closest friends and some of your family helped you pack up the U-Haul, and unload once you arrived at your new home. The building was beautiful. A balance of gray stone and brick sculpted the outside. The garage and roof were both tan, complimenting one another. The front door was solid black stained wood and the grass was perfectly green. 

The home was not something someone your age could usually afford. Most people were living in an apartment or sharing a home with several other roommates. All of that hard work and dedication was finally paying off. 

Your dream as a little girl and teenager had always been to decorate your own house the way you wanted. When you were eight, you dreamed of the walls being purple, with pink furniture and sparkly decor. When you were twelve, you had seriously pondered the thought of hanging your favorite musician’s posters in every room. Finally, a year or so before moving into the nice home, you had settled on exactly how it would be decorated. 

You spent several days decorating the home. You had previously purchased all of the decors to save time so that you could settle into your new home and start at your new job a little bit more smoothly. It was perfect, your dream was finally coming true. You were living on your own, and financially stable. 

Once you had decorated the inside of your new home, and added outdoor furniture to the patio leading to your good sized backyard, you made your way across the street to introduce yourself to your new neighbors. The two houses on either side of you were for sell, being that the neighborhood was fairly new. Out of the seven houses that had been built so far, only four had been moved into. 

You introduced yourself to the elderly lady that lived diagonally to the left of you. She was sweet, and welcomed you to the area, saying how wonderful it was to live there. You thanked her and walked to the next home, which was straight across from yours. 

A woman around your age answered the door with a smile, greeting you before calling a man from within the house. Her husband, she introduced him as. They were lovely and mentioned that you could come over for wine anytime. You simply thanked them and continued your adventure onto the last house. 

You knocked on the similar wooden door to the rest and waited for a few moments, hoping that they were home so that you could be done with introducing yourself. Meeting new people wasn’t always your thing. You could see the top of a head through the glass towards the top of the door, and it slowly peered open. 

A man who seemed to be around your age toward above you, his fame broad and muscular. He had almost black hair, and stubble lined his sharp jaw. Your eyes met his green ones. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out to him, in hopes that he would shake it and not slam the door in your face. He was intimidating, being that he was so tall, and could obviously clear anything in his path. “I just moved in across the street. I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“Derek.” Thankfully, his hand met yours, gripping it firmly and shaking it. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” He smiled down at you and loosened his grip on you. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Derek.”

“You too.” He flashed another pearly white smile and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Well, I should get going. My family’s coming over for dinner.” 

Derek nodded politely, saying goodbye and shutting the door once you’d turned your back to walk home. 

You pondered the thought of the boy next door as you chopped up veggies for the dinner you were making. He was definitely good looking, as well as charming. But, you hadn’t properly gotten to know him yet so you couldn’t judge him too much. 

A couple of weeks had gone by, and you still had some things you hadn’t bought for your home. For example- a lawn mower. It was towards the end of July and the heat was blazing, however, it had been raining an abnormal amount the previous months. This meant that the grass was growing like crazy, and you had no way to get rid of it. 

You woke up one day and peered out of your bedroom window at the small neighborhood, including your awfully long grass that looked terrible compared to the rest of the lawns. But, the grass wasn’t long anymore. 

There he stood, pushing a lawn mower throughout your front yard. The blades of grass flew every which way as he grazed over them. He sported black basketball shorts and a tank top. You could see the sweat dripping down his toned biceps as he turned slightly pink in the sun’s heat. 

You quickly threw on a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair. Trying to catch him before he was done, you quickly walked towards the front door, pulling it open and drawing his attention to you. He turned the mower off, pulling out one of the earbuds that were previously in his ear. 

“Derek. What are you doing?” 

You couldn’t help but scold yourself for asking such a stupid question. It’s pretty obvious Y/N, he’s mowing your lawn.

“Oh hey Y/N, I’m mowing your lawn. I was out doing some work and noticed your grass was getting a bit long, so I decided I’d do a pretty girl a favor.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at his referral to you. Trying not to make it obvious that you were flustered, you nodded and pulled the door shut behind you, walking to the edge of the sidewalk. 

“Well thank you. I haven’t been able to pick up a lawn mower yet, so I had no way of taming this insane grass. I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem. You don’t mind if I go around back to mow back there too, do you?” 

“Oh no, not at all. Would you like something to drink? I can grab you a bottle of water if you’d like.” 

He gave you a soft grin, twirling the cord of the earbuds around his fingers. “Please.” 

Turning around and heading back into the house, the chill of the AC made you shudder. You picked up a bottle from the fridge and traced your steps back out to where your new neighbor stood. 

He turned around once he heard the door open again, taking the bottle from you and politely thanking you. Excusing yourself with the fact that you had work to catch up on, you tracked back into the home. 

You had to thank Derek with more than words. You contemplated the question for a moment, finally deciding on baking him cookies. You brought out your mom’s old chocolate chip cookie recipe, whom she’d gotten from her mom, and so on and so forth. 

You brought out all of the ingredients, preheating the stainless steel oven to the needed degree. You mixed all of the factors, rolling the dough into small spheres and placing them evenly on a baking sheet. After putting them in the oven and letting them bake, you gathered them up in a plastic container. 

A little bit over an hour had passed now, and you decided to deliver the baked goods to Derek. You knocked on his door, just like you had the night you met. The door opened faster than it had that night. 

Derek stood tall, as always. His cheeks were slightly pink from being in the sun earlier on in the day. 

“Hey, I made you cookies. To thank you for mowing my lawn.” 

He chuckled, taking the container from you once you’d offered it. 

“Well thank you.” It was your turn to chuckle as he repeated your exact words from your previous conversation.

“No problem.” You paused for a moment, contemplating if you should add the next part. “Would you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?” 

He paused for a moment. “I would love to come over for dinner tomorrow night. That is if we classify it as a date.” 

“It’s a date.” You obliged, smiling softly at him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N.”

“See ‘ya, Derek.” 

You turned away from the door and he shut it, just like the night a few days earlier. You started your walk back across the street, this time with a little bit more pep in your step. 

Maybe Derek was more than just the boy next door. 

[nct u] how they would be in a long distance relationship

you didn’t specify any unit so i just did nct u since it’s easier on me! if you want any other units, don’t hesitate to send me a message and i’ll be more than happy to do it! i just have a lot on my plate and doing the unit with the least about of members is very easy atm 💞

Originally posted by h-soulless

taeil would probably be able to handle it the most. he’s the oldest and more mature than most of the members. even though he would be very busy, he would try his hardest to make the distance work for the both of you. i see him as someone who is independent and would like to have a partner who isn’t super clingy or needy. that type of relationship would be easy to handle if it were long distance. although there would be times where you both need your fix, but very rarely would you guys find yourselves going insane because of the distance.

Originally posted by nct127

taeyong would miss you like crazy, but would try not to seem too obvious. although, when the messages come at 3 am over how much he wishes he could hold you and hear your laugh in person, it would be more then obvious. he’d send constant good morning and good night texts, and if he went a long time without telling you he loves you, you can bet your ass he would spam you with love. he’d send constant update texts, like “just ate lunch 💞” or “just got out of makeup”; AND I CANT FORGET THE SELFIES. he’d send you so many selfies of himself and with the band mates. he’d just be an incredibly clingy guy, but you wouldn’t mind.

Originally posted by neo-culturetechnolonut

ten would be very dedicated despite the distance. he would want to facetime you regularly so the distance wouldn’t affect your communication, and would get upset whenever you guys would be off schedule. even if they weren’t hours long, ten would want to hear your  voice over the phone at least daily. he would sneak in a couple videos of what they were doing too, and would send you funny videos and pictures of the group members. he’d pout and get jealous whenever you would end up talking to another member while you guys would facetime, and would push them away. overall, he just wouldn’t let the distance ruin anything.

Originally posted by nctaezen

doyoung would probably be the most clingy in a long distance relationship. he loves spending time with his loved ones, and although he would probably be reluctant while going into long distance relationships, he most likely would go through. expect constant messages about how much he misses you and how he just wants to hug and kiss you. when you guys would facetime, he wouldn’t even try and hide the admiration in his eyes as he stared at you through his phone screen. the members would constantly tell him how whipped he is as he complimented you over facetime. many, many texts to remind you to be happy and eat well; and not to mention “i love you” added to the end of every text message he would ever send you.

Originally posted by mvpgyu

jaehyun would be a teasing m e s s. he’d give you constant messages like “i miss you so much ):” or “i know you miss me, don’t lie”. he’d just be a MEGA tease like always, but even more since there’s a distance. whenever you were upset or would be missing him extra hard, he would send videos of him singing for you. he’d send a bunch of previews of him from fansites and be like, “wow you’re so lucky to have this sexy beast as your boyfriend” AND YOU’D LITERALLY BLOCK HIM SO MANY TIMES BC OF THE SHIT HE SPEWS. whenever you guys would video chat, he would always lock himself in his room so the members wouldn’t interrupt your facetimes that would happen every once in a while.

Originally posted by dovounq

mark would be reluctant to show the constant feelings he would feel while the relationship was in place. he’d shy away from texting you a bunch about how much he misses you, but eventually would give in and s p a m with hearts  and love. he’d loosen up and start making little comments about how he wishes he could hug you. the members would of course tease him whenever they got the chance, telling you how much he talks about you. don’t forget late night facetimes where you couldn’t sleep and he would sing to help you; and the ones where you guys would chat quietly about your day so you wouldn’t get caught. eventually though, you’d get caught because of your guys constant loud laughs. you’d get “scolded” by doyoung and taeyong, but they would pull mark aside and say “just be quite next time, have fun love birds”.

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  • "It's amazing how quickly things can go from 'bad' to 'total shit-storm'."
  • "Stop, no names. Keeps us from getting too familiar."
  • "You almost knocked over your alcohol with your knife."
  • "More? No, one for me. One and done, I always say...I said that once."
  • "I'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch."
  • "You're a peppy little spit fuck, aren't you?"
  • "I could use a Twinkie."
  • "I hate coconut. Not the taste, the consistency."
  • "I find lots of things disturbing."
  • "When you're afraid of everything that's out there, you quit going out there."
  • "I don't usually unlock my door to the sounds of panic...but my neighbor is insanely hot."
  • "Look, the point is I'm here for you, okay?"
  • "And as long as you're by my side, I'm not leaving this apartment."
  • "You see, you just can't trust anyone. The first girl I let into my life and she tries to eat me."
  • "You wanna feel how hard I can punch?"
  • "I'm worried about you."
  • "Time to nut up or shut up!"
  • "You got a purdy mouth!"
  • "Someone's ear is in danger of having hair brushed over it."
  • "Act normal, try not to freak her out."
  • "Better you make the mistake of trusting us, than we make the mistake of trusting you."
  • "Nice going genius."
  • "I never had headaches like this 'til your ass came on board."
  • "Do what you want with a man, but do not fuck with his Cadillac."
  • "Thank God for rednecks."
  • "Gotta enjoy the little things."
  • "She was like a crouching tiger."
  • "You got taken hostage by a 12-year-old?"
  • "Well, girls mature faster than boys."
  • "It's amazing how far you can get with some costume jewelry and a cut-throat attitude."
  • "You know what, I may not shoot you, but you still royally piss me off."
  • "How about we play the quiet game?"
  • "Let me begin my three-part apology by saying I think you're a wonderful human."
  • "You gotta enjoy the little things...Even if that means destroying a whole lot of little things."
  • "You know, I think sleep deprivation is like the number one health problem in America."
  • "We're in Hollywood, let's sleep in style."
  • "Dibs on the bed."
  • "Oh, this is so exciting, you're about to learn who you're gonna call...Ghostbusters."
  • "Take away a man's son, you've truly given him nothing left to lose."
  • "Don't make me drink alone."
  • "I don't even know your name, but this is actually really nice."
  • "You know? Between me and you, you're actually kind of cute."
  • "You are like a giant cock-blocking robot developed in a secret fucking government lab."
  • "This is the problem with getting attached to someone. When they leave you just feel lost."
  • "That's why I don't let people close, you only get burned."
  • "Not bad for that scrawny little spit-fuck."
“Tightrope Walking” - Part 2

“Tightrope Walking” - Part 2

(Part 1)

My Masterlist - Here

Bruce Wayne x Reader - Romantic Relationship

Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship

Word Count: 2868

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, talk of murder

Summary: With the return of Jerome, it’s time for your boyfriend, Bruce, to finally hear about your past.  

Author’s Note: This is going to be a 4 or 5 part story, and I hope I can do it justice! Please be patient with me! These are also all going to be a bit lengthier, but I will try my best to not make them insanely long! I also made Bruce and the reader college aged. Not too old though. Maybe 17 or 18? I figured it would make more sense this way.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

4 years ago, you’re parents disappeared. They were times you heard them with people who were from the bad parts of town. You knew how bad the foster system would be, so you packed a backpack full of essentials and went on your own. It wasn’t until after you ran away that you found out just who your parents really were. They worked for one of the gang leaders in a city about an hour out from Gotham.

You didn’t really have any destination in mind. You just wandered for a while until you saw a flyer on a newsstand for Haly’s Circus. It was a traveling circus that was setting up for a weekend of shows at the local fairgrounds. You were able to crack into your parent’s lockbox and take some cash, so you weren’t worried about money yet. Why not go to the circus? Maybe it can be a movie moment where you actually run away with them.

You didn’t expect that last part to ring true.

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sketchysketchingsketcher  asked:

Hey Galoo, have you got any tips on expressiveness in artwork? Because looking through your art I can see exactly the emotion and act you want to portray in each and you manage to make it so clear using distinctive facial expressions and poses as well as body language. And I myself have never been able to make my characters and art express so much visibly, how did you learn all of this and how would you advise me on this matter? Thanks for reading if you do!

I can try explaining it!
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Lego Batjokes Prompt #211

B: Alfred?

A: Yes, Master Bruce?

B: I need to ask you something for a, erm…friend. Can you…give me some advice?

A: Of course, Master Bruce.

Both: *sit*

A: What seems to be the problem?

B: Well…there’s this friend of mine, like I said. He’s a pretty cool guy, beyond awesome! But, he thinks he…maybe likes this other man.

A: *pours tea* Alright…

B: And well, they’re really different from each other. The guy he likes is pretty weird and annoying and makes him mad all the damn time, but…

A: *sips tea* Yes? Go on.

B: But…he still likes him. A lot. And that makes my friend feel guilty.

A: And why is that, if I may ask?

B: Because the guy he likes is into some pretty evil stuff. A POLITIC! Yeah, he’s a politic. And, well, he thinks that loving him is wrong. Insane even! Do you think he’s insane?

A: Master Bruce…you should tell your friend that love IS an insane thing. It never decides to make any sense but it is never wrong. If your friend truly likes this man, it’s not his fault. Those evil actions aren’t his own. As long as he stays smart relating to their…politics, he should just try to be happy for once.

A: *places hand on Bruce’s shoulder*

B: Thanks Alfred. That helps.

Both: *hug*


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Dating Merle Dixon would include

A/N: Hi folks, sorry to make you wait that long for an imagine. Here’s the only thing I could come up with because of my injured head. I feel so dizzy, it’s insane.

This is a special one for @villainlove ;) 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

-          Merle being an asshole at first and trying to get in your pants constantly 

-          You resisting and slapping him to make him stop 

-          Him being impressed by your bold personality and slowly falling in love but denying it

 -          You secretly loving him but giving him hell for his behavior

-          Merle trying to convince you that he can be soft and sweet only for you

-          Him trying to prove himself to you and taking risks on runs to bring back presents for you

 -          You taking care of his injuries when he comes back 

-          You slowly understanding that he’s different and that he can change if he’s with you

-          Him hunting for you 

-          Him blushing when you thank him with a kiss on the cheek 

-          You falling asleep on his shoulder one night while guarding the camp and him wrapping one arm around your middle to keep you warm

-          Him finally asking you to be his girl while you are both alone in the woods 

-          You saying yes and kissing him, taking him by surprise 

-          Him wrapping his arms around you and spinning you around as he kisses you passionately 

-          Him taking you to a special place in the woods to make-out (because this is Merle we’re talking about, right? :P) 

-          Coming back late and having to deal with Daryl because he was worried for his big brother 

-          Talking a lot with Daryl because you consider him as your brother since you and Merle are together

-          Merle wrapping his arms around you from behind when you’re working with the other women 

-          Having loud arguments with Merle about stupid things or his behavior towards the others 

-          Having arguments about who will go on runs 

-          Him making up to you by doing whatever you want 

-          Him apologizing by making love to you in your tent at night when Daryl is on watch and everyone is asleep 

-          You kissing him to make him shut up 

-          Him slapping your ass as you pass by, earning a yelp and a glare from you 

-          Him secretly loving you with all his heart

-          You not being ashamed of your feelings for him 

-          You wearing his shirts casually and secretly turning him on

-          Having long chats over his past and trying to cheer him up as he explains how guilty he feels for all the things he did 

-          You loving his soft caresses and the warmth of his skin against yours 

-          Pulling pranks on him with Daryl 

-          You asking him to teach you how to track but you end up making out in the woods

-          You almost dying for him several times and vice versa 

-          Him finally asking you to marry him when he leave the governor to be with you and his brother at the prison 

-          You saying yes and spending the best night of your life with your soon-to-be husband

-          “I know I’m not what ya truly deserve, sweet cheeks but I love ya. I love ya with all ma heart and I’ll die for ya. I’ll protect ya, I can promise ya that so… (Y/N), will ya marry me?”

The Princess and the Pirate [pt. 2] (Harry Hook x reader)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Warnings: violence, blood

Words: 1,957

What could go wrong?

It turned out, a lot could go wrong. First, y/n had to find a way to convince her parents to let Harry stay so that he could recover. Needless to say, they were happy that their daughter had taken care of a stranger. However, they were not thrilled that she had brought said stranger to her room and allowed him to stay there. It took a few hard hours of arguing for them to finally allow Harry to stay.

Secondly, Harry was a handful. He would be a whiny mess one minute, complaining about how he lost his hook and how he could have taken the Shadow Man’s son if only he had ‘played fair’. The next minute he would be a giant flirt, winking and smirking so often that y/n asked him, just to annoy him, if his eye had twitched that often all the time.

“I was winkin’.” He grumbled and then proceeded to switch back to complaining about his hook.

Lastly was the problem that had arisen with what to do about the Shadow Man’s son. Harry had, in one of his many complaining fits, said that the kid’s name was Drew Facilier. Y/n had mentioned this to her parents and was quick to use the fact that Harry claimed he could have beaten Drew in her argument to allow him to stay. Her parents ushered her out of their room as they decided what to do.

Y/n trudged back to her room and collapsed with a groan on her bed. She would normally go out for a walk after her parents ushered her away, but she knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to leave Harry by himself.

“Rough day?” Harry asked. Y/n lifted her head and saw him perched on her window seat. The sun highlighted his dazzling eyes and chiseled features. She had gotten better about hiding her blush, though a tinge of pink still brushed across her face.

“Well, I didn’t expect it to be easy.” Y/n confessed before covering her face with a pillow. As she took a few breaths, she had an idea. She removed the pillow from her face and threw it at him. He caught it and raised an eyebrow at her. “I had an idea.” She rolled off her bed and went to sit opposite of him on the window seat. He pulled his long legs closer to him to make room for her.

“Well, are you goin’ to tell me what it is?” Harry nudged her leg with his foot.

“Right! Yes. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me on a walk.”

Harry turned away in an attempt to hide his smile. He would never admit it, but he was dying to learn more about the daughter of Tiana. He knew that she had her mother’s caring nature and her father’s happy spirit, but he didn’t know much else. With a sigh, he stood. “Sure. Not like I have anything better to do anyway.”

He was thrown off guard when y/n grabbed his hand and practically sprinted out the front door. She led him to the path that she normally walked, tugging on his hand every few moments to keep him caught up to her.

“Didn’t know it was a race.” He teased as he watched her trudge ahead. As they began to walk the path, Harry deliberately fell behind a number of times so that y/n would continue to hold his hand and pull him closer.

Eventually, y/n decided that she might as well start a conversation and get to know the pirate staying in her room.

“So, you’re from the Isle. What was that like?”

Harry hesitated for a moment, thinking of how to answer without scaring her. “It was horribly wonderful. Wonderfully horrible. My turn for a question.”

Y/n tugged his hand again and he walked beside her, smiling at her. She turned away, trying once again to hide the blush that she knew was there. “Okay, shoot.”

“Why do you like to take walks out here?” He asked, gesturing to the forest in front of him with a sweep of his free hand.

Y/n blinked. She was expecting a silly question, not one that she actually had to think about. “Oh. Well,” She looked around her. She saw the sunlight streaming through the trees, the vastness of the forest, the lush greens and beautiful browns that surrounded her. “I suppose I like it because it’s beautiful. It’s like a new adventure every time I come out here.” She glanced at Harry to see his response. He nodded, scanning the treeline.

Y/n, having thought of another good question to ask Harry, squeezed his hand. “Okay, I’ve got one. How did you-”

“Harry! I was wondering where you had gone.” A figure had begun to move from out of the shadowy part of the treeline.

“Is that Gil?” Y/n asked. Harry let go of her hand and stepped in front of her. He shook his head and y/n suddenly understood.

“Oh, come on. Don’t try to hide little miss y/n from me. She’s gonna be my special prize once I finish with you.” Drew stepped out from the shadows at last. His long arms reached out and grabbed the hat from on top of his head. He bowed, keeping his unnerving bright purple eyes on y/n. “How are you, my dear?”

Y/n looked from Harry to Drew, trying to figure out what her best options were. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped out from behind Harry. “Better than you’ve ever been, Facilier. How’s your dad? Still insane?”

Harry shot y/n a fearful look. He knew all too well that disrespect was the quickest way to make Drew angry.

“Don’t you dare disrespect me, little girl!” Drew roared, stepping forward.

“Ye best step away from her,” Harry growled. Y/n saw Harry was tensed, ready to throw the first punch, no doubt. Drew looked relaxed, like he was waiting for something to happen.

“Harry,” y/n tugged on his arm. “Something’s not right. I think he has something up his sleeve.”

Drew grinned at y/n and pulled a deck of cards out from his sleeve. “She’s got me there.”

As he shuffled the cards and grinned deviously at Harry, y/n realized what was wrong. The shadows were moving.

“Harry.” She nodded at the shadows that were twisting and writhing on the ground, forming laughing faces and shriveled hands. “We need to go. I think he may have formed a relationship with his dad’s old friends.”

Drew frowned, looking around at the shadows creeping forward. “Oh, yes. I see you’ve finally noticed. You ought to be careful, they’re quite protective of me.” Drew glanced down at his watch. “Oh dear. I’m afraid I can’t really waste any more time toying around.”

With the flick of his wrist, the shadows lunged towards y/n, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the ground. She struggled, desperately kicking at something she couldn’t hope to hit. “Harry!”

With Drew watching y/n struggle, Harry took his opportunity and punched the boy in the face. Hard. Drew stumbled back, his eyes burning with hatred. “While I would love to deal with you right now, my friends can only handle one problem at a time.” Drew laughed, sidestepping Harry’s next swing.

Harry stumbled but recovered quickly. Of course, Drew had not only inherited his father’s friends but his slickness as well. Drew was long and limber, which made him a harder target. With a smirk, Harry planned his next move. He stepped to his left, knowing that Drew would move right. Harry pivoted and slammed his shoulder into Drew’s chest.

Y/n felt the shadows’ grip loosen. She clambered back up and watched as Harry elbowed an already discombobulated Drew in the gut. Drew fell to his knees. Then, with a grunt, he fell on his face in the grass. Y/n rushed over to Harry, examining his face and hands.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” She asked frantically, looking at Harry’s bloodied knuckles.

“I’m fine, princess. Don’t worry about me. You should probably worry a wee bit more about yourself.” He said, looking down at her torn up knees.

She waved his comment off. “I’m fine. Let me just make sure you didn’t kill the jerk and we can go.”

Harry walked off, massaging his knuckles. A loud grunt sounded from behind him. He spun around, expecting to see y/n in trouble, but was instead greeted with the sight of her holding a rather large tree branch over Drew’s head. Harry raised an eyebrow.

“He woke up, so I just hit him really hard and knocked him out.” She explained, moving the branch away.

Harry laughed, hard and loud. Y/n couldn’t help but join in. Soon, the two of them were a giggling mess, both leaning on each other for support.

“What in the name of Mama Odie is going on here?” Tiana exclaimed. She looked around and saw her daughter with bloody knees and a cut on her face laughing with a boy with bloody knuckles. She then saw the unconscious son of Dr. Facilier laying a few feet away with a large bump on his head. When she had walked into the forest to clear her mind, she was not expecting this be the scene that she was greeted with.

“Mom!” Y/n ran up and hugged Tiana. “You missed it! Harry totally beat the snot out of Drew Facilier! And I hit him with a big stick!”

“You hit the son of our worst enemy with a stick?” Tiana sighed. “Okay, I’ll deal with this. You two should go get cleaned up. We’ll talk later.”

Back in y/n’s room, Harry was disinfecting y/n’s knees for her. She held a cloth to the cut on her face, wincing when she pulled it back and saw that it was still bleeding.

“Head injuries bleed the most,” Harry muttered, delicately placing the gauze pad on her knee. He stood up and sat on the bed next to y/n. “Here, let me look at it.” Harry gently took y/n’s hand away from her face. He saw the cut, a jagged line down her left cheek.

“I’ll have to disinfect this one too.” He said after a moment. He walked back over to where he was a second ago and picked up a disinfectant wipe.

He looked at her worriedly. “Sorry, this is probably going to sting.”

Y/n nodded and then held still as Harry got to work. After a moment, y/n sighed. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He said, sounding confused.

“You saved me. If you weren’t there, I would have been taken.” She jumped a bit as she felt Harry take her free hand in his own.

“I would do it a hundred times over. Now, get some rest. I’ll go and tell yer dad about what happened.” Harry stood to leave, but y/n grabbed his arm. He turned around just in time for y/n to wrap her arms around him.

“I mean it. Thank you.”

He hesitated for a moment before eventually hugging her back. “You saved me first. It was the least I could do.” He pulled back, smiling down at her. “Now seriously, get some rest.” He kissed her forehead before slipping out of the room.

As y/n climbed into bed, she couldn’t stop replaying what had happened in her mind. She closed her eyes, smiling softly as she fell asleep.

She had told Harry that she loved the forest because it was like a new adventure. She realized now that Harry was like her own forest, a beautiful adventure. She couldn’t wait to see where he led her next.