i actually smiled when i saw this

Cody Christian Imagine

Cody and rest of the cast were doing interviews for the new season. You were home watching it all live. It was fun being with them but this time you couldn’t, but you still supported them from other side of the screen.

Finally they came on the screen, like always making jokes and being the most amazing people they are. At one point they started to talk about the things that have chanced in their lives and Codys beard was one of those things.

“I see somethings have chanced on the out side too” the interviewer asked pointing at Cody. The cast laughed and looked at Cody.

“Yeah, when I first saw it I was shocked but I like it” Holland said looking at Cody who was smiling and laughing.

“I bet (Y/N) likes it too” Dylan said with a laugh. 

“She actually didn’t like it at first. She found it weird but then one day she said that she loves it. So I’m keeping this as long as I can” Cody laughed remembering the day you said you loved the beard.

“I might have an idea why she chanced her mind but I can’t say it on live tv” Tyler said making everyone laugh also making you laugh. You watched as Cody smiled shyly but at the same time trying to hide his smirk.

Ok ok but Maggie being like a stone cold bitch at work and everyone is kinda afraid of her. She’s women and a lesbian so she can’t afford to screw up and she’s serious all the time and everyone in the precinct see her as like the ice queen. She doesn’t take sexist shit and shes had more than a few run-ins with ‘good old boy’ cops for her coworkers to know she can have a temper. Basically Maggie’s attitude is just like when Maggie first meets Alex. She’s confrontational and cocky but shes also very private. And when all of the other cops see Maggie around this hot FBI agent they like freak out.

 "Dude that FBI chick just kissed the Sawyer’s cheek and Sawyer smiled?“ 

 "Ok I actually saw the ice queen giggle. No joke" 

 "Bro they were holding hands…… And it was kinda cute" 

“She called the FBI chick ‘sweetheart’?!?!?!?!?!”


I want Maggie being that bitch™ at work and everyone losing their minds when they see how soft she is with Alex!!!!!!

May I present to you: Jensen “I Hate Cats” Ackles and Misha “My True Form Is an *Actual* Cat” Collins

So I’m reposting this image on my art blog because it’s buried on a blog I no longer use, and this image deserves to see the light of the sun again.

This was from Chicon 2015.  There’s a pretty funny story that goes with it.

My friend and I came up with the idea to ask them to wear cat ears.

(Here I am, trying to push the blame off on her… let’s be real: this was MY idea.)

Anyway, we giggled at the thought of asking them to wear the cat ears and play with a ball of yarn because, I guess, we’re bad people? It was funny talking about it. It was funny planning it. 

But then, when you’re standing in line holding two headbands with cat ears clipped to them and clutching a tangled ball of yarn and slowly approaching two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen, it maybe doesn’t sound as funny anymore.  Because you’re going to have to look these men, who you are suddenly TERRIFIED of, right in their BEAUTIFUL GODDAMN EYES and ask them to do something VERY silly.

My friend and I planned our strategy while waiting in line. Everyone says that the photo ops go SO FUCKING FAST. Well, they’re not lying. We knew we wouldn’t have a ton of time to explain what we wanted them to do. My friend asked me if we were actually going to do this. It wasn’t too late for us to take our own ears off and stash the pairs we brought for Jensen and Misha and just ask for  hug instead. But no, I had bought those damn rainbow cat ears, and I had this image in my head, and I was all in at that point. We agreed that she would hold Jensen’s pair and go straight to him and explain, and I would hold Misha’s pair and the yarn, and do the same for him.

It was finally our turn. I made a beeline for Misha, holding out the ears in offering. His eyes zeroed in on the headband and he gave a bemused smile.

“CanyoupleaseputtheseonMishapleasethankyou!” I managed to squeak out. Misha smiled and took the headband and put it on, and the moment those ears touched his head he got this haughty little look on his face. His back arched just a little bit.  I swear, in that moment, that man became a fucking cat. He somehow just casually embodied the collective universal feline energy, and it was instantaneous.

I glanced over at my friend, and she’d clearly asked Jensen the same thing, because he took the headband, and with the BIGGEST, MOST EXAGGERATED long-suffering sigh and a massive eye roll, he put the ears on his head. He looked fucking adorable. And grumpy. He literally WAS a grumpy cat.

We moved in to pose, and I remembered the yarn. I held it out at them, babbling something like, “Canyouguys, justlike,  playwiththeyarntogetherTHANKYOUSO MUCHOHGODOHGODOHGOD”. Misha grabbed the yarn and held it out to Jensen, who gave another eye roll.  I stepped back, unable to do anything other than SQEE internally. And then…click. It was done.

They took their headbands off and handed them back to us. Misha fussed with his hair.  Jensen was actually smiling, but in a very sassy, y’all are weird and I don’t understand you and I think there is actually something wrong with you kind of way. My friend and I thanked them profusely, and we started walking away, dazed and euphoric.

We must have gotten about five feet away when we both heard Jensen call out, “I FUCKING HATE CATS!” We looked over our shoulders, and Jensen and Misha cracking up was the last thing we saw as we were ushered out of the room.

………..

So yeah. That’s the story of how Misha is apparently an avatar of sacred feline grace, and Jensen just really fucking hates cats.

And now this image exists.

You’re welcome, internet.

……………

Also, I’ve recently started using this as a meme background for my “Quotes Without Context” on my meme page.

The quote that inspired me to use this image?

“I’d rather be watching the news with my cat.”

If anyone is interested in were I got the ears, they were purchased from PricelessCompanions on Etsy. They are awesome.

Nobody deserves to be forgotten- Tree bros/ Connor X evan

Tagging: @sticki-notes


Somehow, despite all odds, Connor had survived. His dad was furious with him, yelling about how he threw away everything he was given, Zoe was completely silent, fury in her eyes, and his mother was … heartbroken. They sent him to rehab, and Connor knew that deep down they all wished he hadn’t woken up.

He sighed, twitching slightly as he tried to get used to being without drugs, they had given him nicotine patches to help ease him into it but it barely helped. They had also put him on mood stabilizers, to help him out with his anger issues and depression. Getting him to take them was a fight every morning.

It had been a week and nobody came to visit him, and frankly it was exactly what Connor expected. It wasn’t like anybody noticed him.  It wasn’t like anyone gave a damn.  He looked up at the sound of footsteps, sneering at the nurse.

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This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so

“Dex." 

"What." 

"I need another word for ‘cleansed’." 

"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?" 

"Chill, dude." 

”… Purified.“ 

Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.) 

"Thanks." 

Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable- 

"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.

“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)

“What’ve you got?" 

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Guys My Age (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2554

Warnings: Lap dancing. ANGST.

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Thanks for the anon who recommended this song. I thank the heavens I found it because it’s so fucking relevant. I can’t seem to write smut without just a tinsy bit of a plot. But here you go.

Permanent tag list: @meganlane84

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Boner

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Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her new gorgeous neighbor.

Prompt: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn


Change.

You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

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anonymous asked:

Jumin meeting a barista MC? Is charmed tf off by her and he keeps coming back and finally asks her out on a date? I'm so thirsty for this man it isn't even funny.

~I really love this idea! Thank you for the request and I hope you like^^


[Jumin]

  • V had recommended the coffee shop
  • So he felt he had to go
  • He expected to get a cappuccino once and be done with it
  • When he saw you, he noticed that you were cute, but he didn’t think anything else of it
  • You smiled and handed him his cup
  • There was art of a cat looking up at him as he held it in his hands
    • “You did this?” he asked
    • “Yes,” you smiled, “I’m sorry, I just love cats. I hope you don’t mind!”
  • Okay, he blushed a little
    • “Apologies if I gave the impression that I was displeased…I am actually quite fond of cats,” he replied happily.
  • He couldn’t help but stand there and talk about Elizabeth the 3rd
  • And he actually smiled when you asked to see a picture of her
    • “She is so adorable!”
  • He found himself coming back to see you, which was strange
  • The coffee was good, V was right
  • But it was mostly to see you ?
  • You never asked about what he did for a living
  • You never made assumptions
  • You just talked to him like a normal person
  • You cared about animals
  • He would sit and sip his coffee while watching you interact with the customers
  • You had a nice smile and were always so cheerful
  • He tried to not act annoyed when customers didn’t leave a tip
  • You knew his drinks by heart and made them just the way he liked
    • “Good morning, Jumin! The usual?”
  • One day he brought Elizabeth to see you
  • You made a cute giggle when he brought her to the counter
    • “Jumin…you can’t bring a cat in here,” you smiled warmly
    • “Oh? I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize,” he said
    • “It’s okay. Let’s step outside so I can meet her properly?”
  • She took to you right away and even let you hold her
  • She purred as you pet her head
    • “She can tell you have a kind heart,” he smiled
  • After that, he was completely taken with you
  • One day he came in but you weren’t there for your shift
  • He asked the manager
    • “She is very ill, I told her to stay home and get some rest…” he told Jumin with a worried look
  • He wouldn’t take coffee from anyone else
  • It wouldn’t taste right
  • As quickly as he could he put together a gift basket filled with essential oils and immune system boosting teas and food and fruits etc like just anything and everything he could think of plus bath products
  • Brought it back to the café
    • “Could you see that MC receives this?” Jumin handed it to the manager
  • He’d like to send it to you himself, but it wouldn’t be proper to have your address
  • The manager nodded
  • It seemed like he had waited forever for your return
  • Every day he entered and you weren’t there was another slight weight added to his heart
  • He found himself worrying about you
  • What was this?
  • You had been the happiest part of his days since he started conversing with you in the morning
  • It was only when you were not there that he realized just how much he enjoyed your company
  • How much he looked forward to seeing you
  • It had to mean something
  • His heart jumped when he walked through the door and finally saw you again
  • A smile growing on his face
  • It was like breathing fresh air to see your smile once more
    • “Jumin! How is Elizabeth 3rd?” you waved, “and thank you so much for the gift…it was too much, you really didn’t have to…”
    • “I would have sent more, if I knew it had helped,” he replied
  • You smiled briefly but ended up coughing a bit
    • “Are you alright? Should you be pushing yourself to work like this?” he said with concern
    • “I’m so sorry. I’m fine, I promise!”
  • He was slightly nervous all of a sudden, a new feeling
  • Watching you make his drink, he decided to finally make a move
    • “I missed your presence here in the café.”
    • “Oh?” you looked away a little shy, “but we have so many other talented people to make drinks!”
  • Jumin laughed
    • “Yes. Although, I would be lying if I said I didn’t prefer the ones you made.”
  • Okay now your knees are a little weak
  • You let out a nervous laugh
    • “If I may continue,” he said, “I realized that while the coffee was more than satisfactory, what I was missing was you. I’d like to take you to dinner?”
  • You dropped a cup in shock
  • Stuttering and smiling
  • He thought you were adorable when you were flustered
    • “I…w-would love that, Jumin.”
  • You nodded and bit your lip
  • He felt elated hearing this
    • “Perfect! Tonight, then? It’s a date,” he gave that endearing sideways smile of his.
#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 6)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,312 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Got a little carried away writing this one…

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Are you kidding me right now?

Once again, you were in the presence of Bucky Barnes, the beautiful boy you thought you’d never see again after your meeting with him at the coffee shop. Though you maintained consciousness this time around, you weren’t sure if you were able to handle his company once more.

Steve’s gaze flickered between you and Bucky, confusion adorning his features as he spoke up. “You two know each other?” he asked, perplexed towards the predicament at hand. Unlike your friends, Steve was clearly unaware of the uncanny situation you had with Bucky. This was just a continuous mess with no plans of ending soon. 

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It’s A Comfort Thing

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,738

Warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORRY

A/N: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

listen to this


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my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

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Muse || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is an artist who tends to find inspiration in others, as in she draws other people, and she draws Peter the most. He sees one of her drawings of him and asks her about it. FLUFFY!

Warning - none. 

A/N: haven’t written anything in awhile and this might be a little short. Besides, I was getting bored. I am also in the midst of writing some smutty sin, so you can look forward to that. 

not my gif

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She was a creative person, incredibly above average when it came to expressing her imagination. Her art was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, those who saw it wondered how a girl of such a young age could possibly make something so realistic. She had a talent for capturing the person’s essence in every drawing, or portrait to be more specific.

She drew everyone, whether they noticed it or not. 

But there was one person who she absolutely loved to draw.

That person was Peter Parker. 

The boy in the layered sweaters and graphic t-shirts. 

She adored that boy’s physique because to her drawing him came like second nature. In her drawings, his fluffy brown hair would be perfectly styled, his clothes exactly the way he had them; disheveled. 

But there had been one day when he had been late to school. He walked into their shared class, his hair tousled, his clothes in disarray. He had ran his hand through his wild morning hair in an attempt to tame it, and at that moment Y/N had already pulled out her sketchbook to draw his rugged appearance that captivated her so much. 

She watched him for the duration of the class period to get his features perfect. Nobody noticed her watching him, it was a normal sight to see her staring at someone. Everyone knew that she was an artist and that she drew anyone that captured her eye, some people took it as a compliment, others didn’t. 

She loved that drawing, she was proud of it. 

Everyday she drew someone new, and among those new drawings was always an even better drawing of Peter. 

In the beginning, when she first started drawing him she barely knew his name, she was just intrigued by his noticeable Star Wars t-shirt. But then as time went on, she became more infatuated with the young genius. 

She tried talking to him but the moment she caught a glimpse of those chocolate brown eyes, her face would become warm and her eyes were immediately back on her sketchbook. He was her muse. 

She found comfort in sketching his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, his beautiful hair. It enraptured her. 

She was in her last class of the day, off to the side in the last row of desks. Peter sat directly to her left.

She had already finished her classwork so she pulled out her almost completed sketchbook and opened it to an empty page, her pencils were already laid out waiting for her to use them. 

She didn’t really mind if he noticed her drawing him, maybe he’d want to talk to her about it and then she’d actually be able to talk to him without being a shy idiot about it. 

She began with the outline of his face. She had done these steps so many times that she could probably do them in her sleep. 

She continued to sketch him, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice Peter’s eyes flickering to her paper. He recognized the face as his own and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

She’s drawing me. She’s actually drawing me,’ he thought. 

A ghostly grin etches its way onto his face as he watches her, the pencil running over the paper, her index finger smudging the graphite for the appropriate shading, her bottom lip in between her teeth in concentration. 

He noticed that she didn’t even need to glance at him to complete her drawing. Unknown to him, but she had his face permanently etched into her brain. 

The bell rang signaling that it was finally time for the poor students to go home. Y/N packed up her stuff but carried her sketchbook in her arms. 

As the students began to excitedly file out of the room, Peter followed behind Y/N to try and talk to her. 

Y/N liked to take her time when she left school because she didn’t really like being in a crowded subway surrounded by tons of people, downside to living in New York. She walked slowly as she let her beat-up converse hit the newly polished school floors. 

Peter tapped her shoulder making her turn around. When she saw that familiar face looking down at her with a gentle grin, her heart fluttered. 

“Hey,” she said trying to make it seem like she wasn’t dying to run her fingers through his fluffy hair. 

“Uh hi, I’m-uh, I’m Peter,” he managed to say, she smiled at his nervousness. 

“Yeah, I know. You’re in most of my classes, you’re not invisible,” she clutches her sketchbook tightly in her arms. 

He’s talking to me. He’s actually talking to me,’ she thought.

He blushed cherry red, “I um, I noticed you drawing me during class and I-” she wanted to let him finish but she had to ask. 

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” She asked, he shook his head vigorously.

“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just know that you draw everyone and I was curious as to why you were drawing me,” he explains.

“Because you’re beautiful,” she blurts out without processing the words as they left her mouth. 

Peter’s grin then turns into a full blown smile, cheeks blazing red. 

Y/N knew that she should feel embarrassed about what she had just said to the object of her artistic affection, but she wasn’t embarrassed. 

“You think I’m…beautiful?” He couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling but he couldn’t help it. 

A gorgeous and talented girl had just called him beautiful.

“Yeah. You’re my muse, my inspiration,” she wished she would just stop talking, but she had already started so there was no point in stopping.

“I know it’s a bit awkward but I-I draw you all the time, I find your features…fascinating,” she tells him, he chuckles. 

“Well maybe we could hang out sometime and you can draw me as much as you’d like,” he offers awkwardly sliding his hands into his pockets, she hides her absolute joy by looking down at her sneakers as her cheeks turn a bright red. 

“Um yeah, yeah I’d like that,” she accepts.

“Great.”

They leave the school together and he walks her home only for her to insist that he stay so she could take him up on his offer of making another portrait of him. He accepted, but this time it wasn’t a drawing…it was a painting. 

He flipped through the pages of her sketchbook as she prepared the materials that she needed for the painting. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing me? I mean, I’m nothing special.”

She laughs, “Not at all, like I said…you’re my muse.”

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A/N: I hope this was satisfying enough. I’ll probably be posting another fic this week because I’m having lots of inspiration. <3 

The One

request:  Can you do an imagine where you and shawn are hanging out with his family and you’re talking to his sister or someone and shawn just looks at you and realizes that you were the one for him. Thanks!!

a/n: the title doesn’t even relate i never say the words “the one” in this it’s just in the request. also it’s short but it’s pretty sweet


You and Aaliyah were sitting next to the pool, with your legs dipped in, talking about who-knows-what. Shawn had invited you over for some barbeque his dad wss throwing, and you can never deny a trip to your boyfriend’s house- especially since they had a pool and it was incredibly hot outside.

Shawn was with his dad at the grill, talking about nothing in particular, but he wasn’t really listening. He was watching you intereact with his sister, and his heart was pounding so hard he was sure his father could hear it. Shawn blinked and noticed his father was trying to get his attention. “Hmm?”

“Are you ok? Feelin’ good?” Manny asked, worried about his son. He had gotten back from Europe just a few days ago, but he seemed over the jet lag.

“Um, Dad? How did you know you were going to propose to Mom?” He asked, and Manny nearly dropped the tongs he was holding.

He cleared his throat, and looked at Shawn. “I-I just knew. I could see her being the perfect mother to my children, and always making me happy.” Manny looked to where his daughter was at the pool, and put two and two together. “What brought this on?” He asked, just to be sure.

Shawn chewed on his lip. “I think, I think I wanna marry her.” He said, looking at his dad. “I know I’m young, and I probably should wait but-”

“I don’t think you’re too young.”

“What?” Shawn looked at his dad. “You don’t? I’m 18?”

Manny shrugged. “Shawn, you’re so mature for someone your age. I see some of your friends at the store, and they’re just acting so much more childish than you. You’ve had to grow up so much faster, and if you think you want to propose, I think you should.” Manny said, flipping one of the burgers.

Shawn saw you stand up from the edge of the pool, and walk towards him. “Hey, babe.” He smiled, acting like he wasn’t just talking about proposing.

“What’re you guys talking about? Saw you looking over at me.” You smiled, adjusting the sunglasses your sister bought you for your birthday.

“Nothing, just said how I wanted to push you and Liyah into the pool.” Shawn smiled, laughing when you turned around and walked away.

“I think I’m gonna marry her.”


a/n: holy shit i actually did a request. omg. sorry it’s short but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (send me more requests pls and thx)

All I’m saying is that my very straight sister came in while I was watching the end of Supergirl 2.12 and she saw Kara and Lena talking on the couch, watched for about twenty seconds and said “they’re gay right? I mean that’s not how you talk to your friends. You don’t lean back on the couch whispering sexily and giving each other cheeky, shy smiles. That’s gay” and when I told her actually they were both supposed to be straight she actually snorted.

The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

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You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

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when chanyeol fell during the interviewagain

Songbird-Ch.4

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

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Word Count: 1,473

[Violence/Murder]


     The small general store was quiet except for the sound of a young man’s broom sweeping across the floor and the faint echo of a radio playing from a backroom. The only customer was a tall man whom had been lurking a far aisle, his eyes scanning the various cans on the slightly dusty shelf while his left hand gripped his briefcase.

      The sweeping ceased at the sound of the bell above the door. The young man stood by the counter and watched as the man walked through the aisles, pausing to smile and handle random cans with a laugh. His finger swiped a shelf and he inspected the dust with a disappointed face. He wore an all black suit. A blood red kerchief was tied around his neck and his hat tipped on his head just enough to look sinister.

     “Go get your grandpa, kid,” he commanded and leaned an elbow on the shop counter while waiting, nodding once to the customer across the way.

     The boy dropped the broom and scrambled to the backroom to retrieve the old man. His slumped frame, followed closely by his grandson, walked slowly to the other side of the counter.

     “You don’t mind, right?” the man in black spoke it as more of a statement than a question. He reached over to a jar of suckers, unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth while flicking the wrapper onto the floor. “I’m very worried. I don’t see any money in your hands, and I gave you very clear instructions,” he explained.

     The old man’s face remained calm, but his grandson’s fists were balled at his sides. For a moment all three stood there staring at one another with only the faint but familiar jazz tune from the radio filling the space.

     “We are under the protection of Don V, we won’t be giving you any money,” the old man was stern, but he took an anxious breath to calm his nerves.

     The man in black pulled the candy from his mouth and let out a comical laugh for a moment, then his face became quite serious.

     “You’re making a big mistake, pops,” he pointed the sucker in the old mans face.

     “Hey! You can’t threaten my gran-“ the boy started, but the old man placed a hand on the boys shoulder to stop him from talking.

     “Whoah, whoah! Hey, it’s okay, kid…pops,” he nodded to them both, “I won’t be coming back. I get the message.”

     The man reached over to pinch and smack the boys cheek, then with a smirk he straightened the old mans collar and brushed off his apron before patting him on the chest.

     He tilted his hat to the customer before leaving. The man, after nodding back, set the briefcase on the shelf, making sure to click the lock before walking out empty-handed and entering the backseat of a black car that had been waiting for him.

     “What a fool,” the blonde woman driving said when she heard him close the door of the car.

     “Eh, place was a dump anyway,” the man in black said from the passengers seat with a sigh, “we’d never get any dough from that joint,” he sat back in the seat and lowered the hat over his eyes.

     “That’s not the point, Saeran,” she snapped, smacking the hat from his head before hitting the gas.

     “Hey, watch it,” he groaned and picked his hat back up, “I hate this city.”

     “Well, get over it. We’ll be running it, soon,” she replied.

     The man in the back turned to look out of the window as they drove away.

     “Should be any moment now,” he spoke, but neither of them in the front payed any mind to what he was saying.

     The explosion in the distance paired with the sound of shattering glass and rubble elicited screams from the people on the streets. They watched women, children, and men as they began to run in hopes of seeing what had happened.

     “Look at them, flocking like vultures to see the carnage,” Saeran hissed in disgust.

     “Let them look. I want them to see what happens when they don’t pay up,” she laughed.

     “Yeah, yeah. Can we stop somewhere? I’m fuckin’ starving, here,” he replied.



      “Christ,” Saeyoung’s face hardened as he heard the news.

     “Frank is waiting at the scene,” one of the soldiers explained before being waved off.

     He had been overseeing Jaehee’s team as they unloaded another shipment of bootleg into a warehouse. He leaned back on the car and pinched the bridge of his nose in silent thought and frustration.

     “Lucky, Kitty!” he called out, sounding harsher than intended.

     “Yes, boss?” Yoosung approached, winded but smiling, with you right beside him.

     “Frank’s waiting down by first street. Don’t ask questions, just go meet him. Report back to me right after, got that?” he ruffled Yoosung’s cap.

     “Got it!” he took off.

     You began to follow but Saeyoung tugged at your arm and pulled you back, causing you to stumble a bit on the pavement.

     “Lucky’s lucky, but, keep your eyes open…you’ll understand why when you get there. Be careful,” he warned.

     “I’m always careful,” you insisted.

     “Attagirl,” he let go, flashing a bit of a smile as you walked away.

     Yoosung had waited for you to catch up, and as you walked you wondered who Frank could be. And what was going on. You were both oddly quiet. Normally, you couldn’t get Yoosung to shut up. He still had that smile on his face, but the whole way there he only spoke to point out puddles, so you wouldn’t step in them.

     From far away, the damage seemed extensive. It only got worse as you approached, and anyone could see it was the work of a bomb. Aside from a few kids out to take a look at the wreckage, there weren’t many people in sight. Most had probably shut themselves at home in fear, you guessed.

     Down a nearby alley you saw the figure of a man in uniform waiting. His face became familiar the closer you got. His large belly, bulbous nose and reddish stubble on his face more apparent with the closing distance. You paused, your heart racing and your palms sweating. Frank…

     “Don’t worry! He’s on our payroll. That’s Lieutenant Frank,” Yoosung said when he noticed your hesitancy.

     You knew very well who it was. But did he know you? Would he recognize your face? You had always thought this son of a bitch was crooked. Damn, who else from the force would you come in contact with…this was way deeper than you had anticipated. You couldn’t wait to expose him for the scum he was.

     “Lucky! My boy, how’s the family?” he asked in a chipper tone.

     “Mom’s doing a little better. She actually got out of bed yesterday, started pointing out all the things that needed cleaning,” Yoosung smiled.

     “I bet your old man loved that,” he laughed, “glad to hear it. And…you seem familiar? When did we meet? I can’t quite remember your name,” his eyes narrowed in on you.

     “I’m going to go ask around, see if anyone saw anything,” you said through a lump in your throat before running off.

      You were careful of the glass that littered the street. It looked like they hadn’t been able to clean everything up yet. You kicked a few pieces of brick and wood shards, your heart sinking as you peeked into the empty space to survey the damage. It was littered with burned and exploded cans, a remnant of a broom close to your feet.

     “Hey, you,” you grabbed a young boy by the collar as he came running passed you, “did you see what happened here?”

     “Well, there was a car and-“

     “Louie!” a window flew open a few stories up on an adjacent building and cut him off, “come home, now!” she waved her rag in anger at him as she scolded.

      The boy ran home without another word and Yoosung appeared only a moment later, his face was white and his smile non-existent. For a moment you held your breath, waiting for him to say something. Say that he knew all about you, that he was going to tell the Mad Hatter.

     “What is it, Yoosung?” you tried to hide the quiver in your tone, “what did he say?”

     “He said they don’t know much about what happened. Everyone around here is too scared to talk. And…” he trailed off.

     “And what?” you pressed him.

     “Well. He doesn’t know who the guy is, but he says he is pretty sure. It’s really hushed over there and he is trying to find out more. He says…someone from the police force has worked their way into the family. He says we have a rat.”

Originally posted by marveltho

Steve x Young!Reader / Avengers x Young!Reader


Alarms blared through the Avengers building, Tony was the first to react, by simply giving n accusing glare to the figure that had dived behind the huge statue just outside the living room.

“This is the tenth time in the last two weeks you’ve broken in here, I’m pretty sure you’re living in the basement.” Tony smirked when you popped out from the hiding place.

“You put in new alarms.” You grumbled which made him laugh.

“Well every time you break in we fix the spot where you get through.” Tony explained.

“Hey (Y/N), how’d you get in this time?” Natasha asked curiously, tossing you a gadget which you immediately dropped to sit on the floor and inspect.

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