but i was trying to not make this insanely long

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

|Don’t play with me|R.MANTLE

Imagine about: Reggie and the reader are engaged while they still in school. They want to build their future together, but what happened when Reggie will be offered to start his football training in California? 

WARNING(S): Kinda smutty imagine, not gonna lie, all the love in the atmosphere (may case nausea) Reggie fucking mantle is such a sweetheart! like bitch fight me if I’m wrong 
 


It wasn’t hard to figure out Y/N’s emotions. I’ve studied her face and her moods for a long time now that I could almost always tell what she was feeling. 

She didn’t wear her emotions on her face around other people, but around me she did. Even if she didn’t, she couldn’t hide them from me for long. 

Her face was picture of blankness now. You’d never think something was wrong unless you looked hard enogh, unless you knew he facial expressions that go with her moods. Right now there was a very tiny furrow on her right eyebrow– you’d miss it if you weren’t looking hard enough. 

I always looked.

And I knew that very tiny furrow was an indication that she was annoyed. 

“How was your last exam?” I asked, thinking maybe she didn’t do well on it. 

I couldn’t imagine why. She had her nose on her textbooks all week, barely paying attention to me. 

“Good. How was yours?” 

“It’s all over now for me.” I shrugged my shoulders. 

She said she was hungry so I took her to Pop’s. I would taken her back to my flat so we could order pizza and catch some sleep there— and maybe more— but I haven’t taken her out on a date since last week. 

Besides, this is what girls wanted after laboriously studying for exams, right? Go out and celebrate? 

She wasn’t looking at me but frowning on the fish and chips on her plate. I wanted her eyes on my. Just on me. 

I sneakily fished out a couple of fries from her plate and thew them in my mouth. She didn’t glare and slap my arm like I was expecting her to. 

Yeah, something was up. 

“If I did something wrong. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot and I will do anything– grovel at your fit, buy you diamonds, a car— no?” I grinned when she looked up at me dryly. “Okay, how about If I buy you a big jar of chocolate cream?” 

That teased a small smile out of her. 

When she caught me staring at her lips, I grinned. 

“Do you have your period?” 

Now she laughed reluctantly then looked at me with exasperation and fondness. 

“I saw Chuck today.” 

My smile disappeared. “Did he say anything to you?” 

“I didn’t know you accepted that offer in California” 

I put my fork down. “If I had a choice, I would not go” I sighed “My mom arranged these things. I have no say about it anymore, she thinks that football practise will change my life. And I really don’t care about that. She says it’s a good oppurtinity for me, but it never is. 

“What do you mean?” 

I picked up her hand, traced circles on her palm. 

“My mom is a businesswoman. That scholarship is a introductiobn for me to our business partners, investors and to get more investors. Thing of it this way: my mom is a T-rex. She needs food to feed herself and her babies. So she looks for a place where all the animals with the most body fat gather. And then she starts picking the fattest of them all.” 

She laughed, rolled her eyes then grinned at me. “Only you would make an analogy like that.” 

“That’s why you like me.” I kissed her fingers. 

And when her breathing picked up and those tempting lips parted, it was all I could do not to pull her out of her chair, dragged her to my car and kiss the hell out of her. 

“Baby…” 

I leaned closer to that I could feel her breath on my face. Her eyes glazed in yearning and I noticed the rise and fall of her chest, the creamines of her skin, I wanted to lick it. “Lets—” 

When she bit her bottom lip, I was ready to call the server. But then my phone rang. When I saw the name on the screen, I nearly groaned. “I have to take this I’m sorry, love” 

“Go ahead.” 

It was my mom and she wanted me to start my training today. I knew she didn’t like wasting time but I just finished my exams today. And I wanted to be with my girl. 

If I knew my mom would let me take today off I would have insisted it but we both know my reprieve was over. She wanted me to take over some of the operations while I was still in school, but I made a deal with her: I didn’t want to have anything to do with any of our business until I’ve finished school. 
But after that, I woul’d dedicate myself in learning everything. She agreed. 

A promise is a promise. Besides this was for Y/N and our future together. 

“That was my mom, Y/N. She wants me to fly to California and meet with my coach there to start my training. 

She opened her mouth to protest– I could see it in her eyes. She was looking forward to seeing me today too. And that was a huge consolation for me at least. But whatever she was going to sat she didn’t. Instead she called our server to have our foods packed away. 


“I know,” I said softly once we were inside my car. I joined our fingers together, kissing her palm. “I was looking forward to spending today and tonight with you, And house hunting tomorrow.” 

“It’s alright, Reggie. There’s no rush.” 

“I want to rush.” 

She smiled and reached out her hand to push my hair away from my face. 
“You need a haircut.” 

“I didn’t know she’d want me to start today. I would tell her to postpone it if I hadn’t made a promise to her that after school I’d dedicate myself into learning the business. And she’d told that guy to fly to Riverside today to meet me. He’s on his way there now. I have to catch a plane— 

“Reggie.” 

She covered my mouth with her hand to shut me up. I licked it. 

When she slaped my arm and laughed, I felt better. I knew then it was okay. 

“You don’t have to explain. I understand. I’d be busy with work this summer too.” 

I didn’t bother arguing with her or telling her that I didn’t want her to work. I already knew her answer. 

“I don’t know how long this will take. I’ll try to make it tonight or tomorrow.” 

She looked at me, leaned closer and shyly kissed my lips. 

I knew she only wanted a brief kiss but I had been going crazy dreaming about her lips, her hands on me, sounds she made when I touched her. 

I had been going insane replaying that night when I took her and made love to her. Going insane from craving for the feel of her nialls bitting in my back, her legs tightening around me and her eyes glazing over when she reached what I was desperately trying to give her. 

So when her soft lips grazed mine, I lost control. I gripped her hair in my hands and pulled her to me. Into me. And I devoured. 

“Oh God, Reggie” 

I bit her bottom lip lightly, sucked on it. “Come here.” 

Lifted her on top of me. 

“Just a little more. Give me a little more, baby” 

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I adjusted her so that she was sitting where I wanted her to. I gripped her hips, pushing and pulling and urging her to move whe it felt good. 

Her eyes were clouded with desire as they meet mine. I thrust my hips upward, mesmerized when she placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned her head back exposing her neck to me. I licked at it hungrily. 

She let out a sexy moan and started to rock her hips faster. 

“Yeah, that’s the way, Y/N. Damn. Keep going” 

I watched as she took what she needed, as she let herself go lost in the incredible sensation of our bodies sliding and rubbing against each other. 

I would given her everything she asked of me. She was so fucking beautiful I couldn’t help but watch as she took and took and took. 

I kissed her hungrily before she shattered in my arms. 

It was a moment before I could finally speak. She was drapped on me, her lips on my neck as her breathing finally slowed down. 

“You just dry humped me in the parking lot,” I muttered. 

And then her shoulders started to shake before her loud peals of laughter filled the car. 

“I love it.” 

“Ohgod Reggie. You drive me crazy.” 

I pulled her back, kissing ger again. I couldn’‘t get enogh. “I can drive you crazier. Just wait until I—” 

She growled and covered my mouth with her hand. When she was sure I wouldn’t do anything, she rested her chin on my shoulder and I stroked her hair gently. 

“I’ll come home to you as soon as I can,” I promised. 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

“I miss you already.” 

“I know,” she whispered. “I miss you allready too.” 



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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.


WHY TONY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE AVENGERS IS UNHEALTHY AT BEST

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.


WANDA

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. 


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

Affinity

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!!

Drabble / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 (Final)

Summary:

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.

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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idk over the years ive seen a lot of people say “wheeeeh u cant reward komova for her straight legs and arched toe point bc some people just arent capable of that and its unfaiiiiir *6 second long fart noise*” but seriously when i see videos of her doing just a simple stag leap it makes my heart skip a beat, there just arent many gymnasts like that anymore and that deserves to be rewarded. when you have olympic medalists who literally cant hit a fucking full split on beam, and then you have VIKA, and you’re trying to tell me that only a tenth or two in deductions should separate them???? that’s fucking insane.  and as far as the “faaaaaaiiiirness” goes, you could argue just as easily that its not faaaaaair that tumbling on floor is so highly rewarded because some people just dont have the power in their legs to pull of huge tumbling runs like simone and aly and jordyn and a million other “power gymnasts.” but that’s equally fucking stupid because this is a judged sport and unless u wanna give everyone participation medals and tell them that the most important thing is their pathetic little feeeeeelings, there needs to be a way to assign points, NUMERICAL VALUES, to performances to rank them. so im sorry for not wanting to sit on my hands and refuse to reward excellence in the sport because your fave’s feelings will be hurt if they’re told that they need to have a slight oversplit to be an elite fucking olympic level gymnast!!!!! cry me a river

“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!

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- 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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dating madelaine petsch | (would include)

Originally posted by ronniescoopre

a/n: im well aware that mads is straight & in a relationship but this is a request and im a people pleaser.

request

- sass -so much- sass

- texting alot

- always taking silly photos together and of each other

- but turning into photographers when needed

- being really close with lili because they’re best friends

- facetimes

- clingy, oh so clingy

- long distance when she’s in vancouver

- helping her self tape

- goodluck kisses before a audition

- celebrating season two pick up with wine and pizza

- having to order vegan pizza because your girlfriend is insane

- mads taking -dragging- you to veggie grill

- “mads c'mon not veggie grill AGAIN”

- trying to turn you vegan

- styling each other, aswell as hair and makeup

- being extremely envious of her long luscious locks

- “you’re my favourite red head”

- always being her date on the red carpet

- helping madelaine go public about being openly gay

- karaoke

- both of you dancing around your shared apartment in nothing but your underwear

- kisses

- cuddles 24/7

- loud -off key- singing in the car

- girls nights in because mads hates going out

- “you’re such a grandma”

- movie nights

- adventures to the super market

- beach days

- madelaine checking you out in your itty bitty bikini top

- inside jokes

- mads talking about you in interviews

- posting embarrassing photos of each other on your instagram stories

- laughing 24/7

- tickle fights

- jealous mads

- binge watching riverdale with madelaine when it comes out on netflix

- trying to convince her your theory about who killed jason was correct

- “i totally knew it was clifford by the way”

- eye rolls

- “yeah sure babe”

- back massages

- body massages

- being proud to call you her girlfriend

- mushy love

- insanely proud of your girl when you watch the riverdale finale

- hand holding

- neck kissing -sweet- neck kisses

- buying cheap lipstick so when you kiss each other it leaves marks

- protective over each other

- walking in a gay pride parade

- playing around his her hair

- face makes and manicures

- long warm baths together

- matching pj’s

- buying each other lingerie

- strip teases

- watching madelaine and camila’s rehearsal for their dance scene

- sharing clothes

- always posted photos on you on her insta

- long hugs

- sweet kisses

- spontaneously driving to the beach to watch the sunset

- visiting home with her and meets her family -vis versa-

- buying flowers

- wearing her perfume when she was away because you miss her so much

- unconditional, unwavering, unapologetic love.

zombieland starter sentences
  • "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."
Hat-trick - Kasperi Kanapen (smut)

Requested by anon: Can you do a dirty Kasperi Kapanen smut about him and I celebrating his three goals and filming what we do and watching it over

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1291

Warnings: SMUT. Cussing.

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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?”

It was a rainy morning, so I decided to wear my rainbow dress for some color in all of the dreary, dark weather. :)

I only worked a half day–insert praise hands–and I came home and had takeout Chinese and watched the latest episode of Grey’s. That was a mistake. The older couple’s story line left me bawling. :( But, I do love the idea of 60 years not being enough time to be married.  If we’re fortunate enough to make it to 60 years, it won’t be long enough for me either.

I’m feeling a bit run down at the moment.  I am just sick of all the absolute shit in the news; I’m disgusted by it.  And, I’m disgusted by how it affects the children that I work with.  Parents who are afraid might try to shield their kids, but kids are perceptive.  I AM inspired by how much people have been motivated to try to help–I can’t remember a time our volunteer program has been this insanely busy. That helps.  But, still.  I’m frustrated.  When you’re doing an activity with kids and talking about what they wish for, you don’t want to hear, “I wish me and my family can be safe.” You just don’t want to hear that.  Because that should be a given.  No child should be wishing for that.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I learned Krupp of all people would be getting a love interest in the Captain Underpants film… but it ACTUALLY works and its actually one of the cutest romances I’ve seen in a long time. So of course I had to do some drawings.

…Yes, this really DOES happen. I am not trying to be weird with this drawing, its just a ‘what if.’

(By the way, if it looks odd that one persona looks more realistic than the other, I did that intentionally).

It looks like such a strange, but hopefully a happy relationship. It seems like when DreamWorks Animation wants to do a romance or a relationship, they seem to be realistic and healthy despite all insane odds. 

So Dreamworks Animation, if you do make a sequel then PLEASE let this relationship stick. As much as a jerk Krupp is, I do want him to have more chances to become a much better person and for him to get his own happy ending.

Maybe (Negan x Reader) Part 1

Relationship : Negan X Reader

Trigger warnings : sadness, 9 years gap, walkers, death, violence , fear, blood.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged) [eventual smut]

Summary :

 Reader knows Negan pre-apocalypse and she shares a history with not only him but his wife Lucille too.

 Author’s notes:

 So basically this is a story about the Reader and Negan. How they met each other, pre-apocalypse and how they reunite somewhere around mid-season. I didn’t have that much to go on about his life nor Lucille so I just went with the flow. I don’t want to say too many things cause it will ruin the story but I really like how it turned out. I hope you like it.

P.S It’s my first Negan fic, ‘cause I’ve fallen for his charm. XD

CopyRight: I do not own Negan,Lucille, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

 MAYBE - Part 1

Originally posted by snoxhite


‘Fuuuu’ you exhale , leaning against the sink. ‘Snap out of it Y/N, they’re just bad people, that’s all’. You look up , staring at your own distorted reflection in the rusty mirror, now steamy due to your hot breathe. You use your sleeve to wipe it here and there and as soon as your portrait becomes clearer, you hate yourself. Your eyes are puffy, red, old tears dried on your cheeks, new ones following.

‘I hate you’ You point with your index finger. ‘And I hate the fucking saviors’. You burst into crying, throwing in a punch.

Sting. Then heat. Blood is now running down your still clenched fist, draining into the sink, repainting it red … like the fire burning inside you.

You cannot comprehend this whole situation with your new enemies. When everything started you thought, and still maintain your opinion, that you should fear the walkers not other humans.

How can people be so retched ? Against each other, instead of uniting in this horrible nightmare you now call life.

You’ve been with Rick’s group since you wandered into what you thought would be a deserted prison. You’re not the best fighter, not the best runner, nor the best cook but you can get a job or task done if you have to. You’ve killed many walkers  and to your own disappointment many living persons too.

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Let Him Have Cake - A Nessian Fanfic

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Earlier…

Cassian laughed, “Good job, sweetheart.” She smiled at the praise, ignoring the stupid nickname. She’d gotten used to it by now, annoying as it was. He spread his arms in an invitation for a hug and, surprising even herself, she hugged him. Then she looked up at him, all sweaty from their training, his hair pulled up. He looked so good… So she went on her tiptoes and kissed him.

He seemed surprised. So surprised, in fact, that Nesta was afraid she had made a mistake and started to back away. But when she moved, his arms wrapped around her and brought her closer to him. It was a thing of a moment and he took control of the kiss.

Tentative, gentle, soft. She moaned as his tongue swept the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. Nesta opened as slowly as she dared, relishing the feel of his tongue as it reached hers. She couldn’t help but wonder why they hadn’t kissed before. This was better than the kisses she had experienced before. From the way his hands roamed carefully over her, pulling her close to him, to the way his lips coaxed hers, the feel of his hair as she twined her fingers through it…

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, holding on to one another, mouths together, but she felt herself start to shake. It wasn’t fear, she realized, it was anticipation. Where would his hands go next? How would it feel to let him touch her? More? More. More.

Cassian drew back, taking a deep breath and resting his forehead on hers. She tried to pull him back but he just chuckled, giving her a peck on the lips before pulling back again. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

He took a sharp intake of breath, “Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, “Yes,” she looked around, “maybe we should go somewhere else…?”

“We can go to my room if you want,” he said, looking a little surprised. She nodded.

She smiled shyly, taking his hand and pulling him toward his room. Everything that followed was almost a blur, kissing, touching, removing clothes, more kissing, more touching. Gentle, so gentle. As they moved to the bed she looked up at Cassian and knew that she wanted it, this, with him, right now. So when he asked if she was sure she didn’t hesitate, she said yes as firmly as she could, bringing him closer.

They kissed again, slow, gentle, obviously leading to something bigger, something new. He looked her in the eye as he ran his hands down her body. He groaned when he reached between her legs, feeling how wet she was for him. She bit her lip when he started rubbing circles around her clit. “Yes.” she hissed, “More.”

He settled between her legs as she nodded again. She shivered when he started kissing her neck, breathing in her scent, murmuring loving things in her ear.

His eyes were on hers when he moved to enter her. She gasped at the feeling of him in her, so strange yet right she realized, undeniably right. She moaned when he moved, at the feeling of it. He was everywhere, around her, on top of her, inside her and her body was burned with the pleasure of it.

“Is this okay?” he said quietly, moving again. Her hands framed his face, pulling him down so their lips met, her answer obvious in the gestures. He was panting when he ended the kiss and rested his forehead on hers.

“Yes,” she said quietly, looking him in the eyes as he continued moving inside her, finding a rhythm.

The way he moved, his breathy voice in her ear telling her how beautiful she was, that he felt so much for her, that he had never felt this way about anyone before.

And all she could think to say was “Cassian, Cassian, Cassian.”


Now…

Nesta felt pretty bad. She had fallen asleep with Cassian after they’d been together, but she had woken up and panicked. So she’d fled, summoned her wings and fled. She’d just left.

And now she was sitting in the corner of the spare room at Feyre and Rhys’s townhouse. She had needed to talk to Feyre, she was the only one that would have understood her. And she had. She had nodded, “Nez, I get that you panicked. Really, I do. But why did you leave?”

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