and the tags go on and on there are so many of you jesus

Protect You

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Anon requests: can you do a Reggie imagine where he gets into a fight, and at first your mad until you find out it was because somebody was saying gross things about you? thank you xox

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Description: A beaten and bruised Reggie shows up one night on your doorstep.

Warnings: depiction of injuries

Word count: 778

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

A/N: I’m so excited to share my first reggie imagine with you guys! hope you enjoy! (also remember to message me if you want to be added to the tag list!)

“Jesus, Reggie,” you muttered as you opened your door to find a battered and bruised Reggie.  "What happened?“

"Can I come in?” he begged, avoiding your question.  He was cradling his left wrist, and blood was dripping from his lip and nose.  You pursed your lips but opened your door wider.

“Yeah, of course,” you responded, lightly placing your hand on his shoulder.  You began to guide him towards your bathroom.  "We have to be quiet though,“ you told him, "because my parents are asleep upstairs.”  Reggie silently nodded.  You opened the door to the bathroom and immediately shuffled through the drawers, trying to find some gauze and disinfectant.  After a couple of minutes of searching, you found all of the supplies you needed.  You gestured for Reggie to sit down on the closed toilet.  Pouring some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball, you sent a sympathetic smile towards the beaten boy.

“This may hurt,” you warned him right before you placed the cotton again the cuts on his face.  He winced as it made contact with the wound, but he bit his lip to prevent himself from making any noise.  The two of you sat in silence for ten minutes, Reggie silently watching you as you cleaned his wounds.  As you finished wrapping gauze around his wrist, he spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.  You looked up with a puzzled expression.  "I shouldn’t be troubling you with this.“

"Reggie, if you’re hurt I want you to come here,” you comforted him.  "You’re not bothering me.“

"I just… this was my fault, and I shouldn’t have dragged you into anything.”

“Your fault?” you questioned, leaning back a bit.  "How is it your fault?“

"I got into a fight,” he confessed.  He avoided eye contact with you.

“Jesus, Reggie,” you groaned.  You stood up and began to put away the medical supplies.  "Why would you get yourself into that?“

"Because I had to,” Reggie replied.  "They were saying shit that they shouldn’t have.“

"Oh like what?” you snapped.  "You don’t deserve captain of the football team?  That you don’t get as much action as some of the others?  Honestly, Reggie, if you’re gonna let that shit get under your skin so easily, then don’t bother coming over here afterwards. I’m not here to heal your ego.“  Reggie, stunned into silence, didn’t respond to you.  He sighed and stood up, signaling that he was ready to leave.  You exhaled sharply as you lead him to your door.  When you arrived, you opened it and held it, watching as Reggie exited your house.  Before he stepped off your porch, he turned around to face you.

"They were talking about you,” he explained.  "They were talking about how you have a big ass and that they would totally bang you, and then they started talking about how many points you would be worth in the book.“  Your eyes widened, and you said nothing.  Reggie continued, "I snapped in less than five minutes.  I couldn’t take hearing people talk about you that way.”  Your face softened as you stepped onto your porch, inching closer to Reggie.

“Oh, Reggie,” you sighed, placing a hand on his bruised face.  Gently, you swiped your thumb across the cut on his lip.  He inhaled deeply and grabbed both of your wrists.

“(Y/N),” he whispered.  Your heart rate increased as Reggie’s face inched closer to yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” you asked, trying to make your voice sound steady.  "If I had known-“

"I didn’t want you to know,” he muttered.  "I guess… I guess I was trying to protect you.“  You began to withdraw your hand from his face, but Reggie’s arm snapped up and placed your hand back against his cheek.  Before you could reply, he crashed his lips against yours.  Kissing back, you raised your other hand and cupped the other side of his face.  The two of you pulled apart, and you rested your forehead against Reggie’s.  Neither of you said anything, but smiles graced both of your faces.

"I should get home,” Reggie mumbled after a minute.  You nodded, taking a step back.  He held onto your hand.

“Yeah, I should probably go inside,” you said.  He nodded and slowly released your hand.  You took a few steps backwards towards your door, refusing to remove your gaze from Reggie.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he waved, and began his trek home.  You smiled wistfully and waved, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Goodnight, Reggie,” you muttered, a smile etched onto your face.  You dreamily sighed as you softly shut your door, fingers hovering over where Reggie’s lips were just moments ago.

Champagne || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom’s wild side comes out when you two are at a club opening. 

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1727 words. 

A/N: i think i have a problem because i am really far up toms ass rn

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Driving (Me) Crazy

Request/Prompt(s): Ay eye mee, if you’re still doing your ficlet celebration (woooooo!!! 🎊 🎉 🥂), what about Bucky being surprised af when he’s in the car with you for the first time and realizes this tiny ass chick is a raging driver (is me. no shame).

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1057

A/N: Hahaah Nicole!!! Don’t be mean to my Bluetooth speaker! Here you go. J I skipped the queue to write this because it made me laugh.

Originally posted by pandasubaru

“I am not getting in that car,” Bucky insisted. He stood resolute with arms folded over his chest, positioned at least 5 feet away from your car. You rolled your eyes and shot a bored look to Sam as you leaned against the opened driver side door, flipping the keys around your finger.

“Man, you are a hundred years old, a war veteran, a POW, a stone cold assassin, and you’re not going to get in your girl’s car?” Sam prodded, leaning out of the back seat.

“After 100 years I’ve learned not to needlessly endanger my life,” he snapped, “but you enjoy the ride!”

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Louis’ son might just be a technology genius as he has quite a knack for calling strangers up on Louis’ phone. Repeatedly.

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trimax-na-boken  asked:

But WBC is real with actual documented incidents. What has a real SJW ever actually done besides make stupid people feel uncomfortable on the Internet

There is no such thing as “a real SJW”.  “Social justice warrior” was always a negative label from the beginning, created to designate those that are not representing social justice as it should be (kind of like how the term “weekend warrior” is used to describe someone who’s normally boring from Monday through Friday, but goes out of their way to indulge themselves irresponsibly on the weekends in an attempt to compensate).  Wearing that label unironically is like publicly proclaiming that you’re a bigot.  You’re utilizing the No True Scotsman logical fallacy here.  Also, the fact that you said “make stupid people uncomfortable on the internet” really doesn’t reflect well on you, especially when the majority of anti-SJWs are liberals, LGBTA people, minorities, etc. that are simply “uncomfortable” with how you’re poorly representing what we believe in.  The fact that there even is a divide between people that all desire equality just goes to show that someone is doing it wrong (hint: It’s not the anti-SJWs).  If anything, you’re just showing people exactly the kind of attitude that people hate about SJWs.  It’s the fanaticism.  It’s the extremism.  There are people who simply have faith in a higher power, and then there are people like WBC, who actively use that faith to try to harm others.  This is why they’re really the perfect analogy when discussing what SJWs are to activism.

In any case, are you sure you want me to answer this?  Because I don’t think you’re going to like what you see.

What has tumblr done, you ask?:

    Meanwhile, the sane people of tumblr mocked the shit out of them for intentionally kicking the hornet’s nest, and then whining when they got stung.

    Why?  Because 4chan contributed over $23k to it. 

    I’m sure all of this doesn’t even come CLOSE to what SJWs have done overall.  I could probably spend weeks finding all sorts of bullshit to put on here.  I openly invite others to add onto this, as I’m sure there’s a lot that’s been left out (@takashi0 might have a list on hand).

    This is why people are against “social justice warriors”.  They are NOT representing social justice.  They are NOT supporting equality.  They are only giving liberals, activists, women, minorities, and the LGBTA community a bad name.

    Numinous [Stop 1]

    Summary: (Roadtrip!Au) In which you and the one person you hate get stuck together while venturing across the country in search of change.

    Pairing: Bucky x Reader

    Warnings: swearing, angst!


    1. Every chapter has a different P.O.V., switching from the reader to Bucky and back
    2. @aya-fay has the key to my heart, thank you for beta-ing this 3 times after I made minor changes every 2 seconds. I adore you.

    Previous part

    Bucky’s P.O.V.

    “What?” I could hardly believe my ears, my jaw dropping open instead.

    “Get in. Don’t make me repeat it again, or else I swear-” she sounded tired, exasperated, but Lord I missed her voice.

    Before she finished her threat, I scrambled to the passenger’s side door and nearly ripped it open, flinging myself into the car with my still heart racing.

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    anonymous asked:

    hi!!!!! can I please request for a minhyun college au? I am addicted to your writing (・´з`・) thank you in advance xxx

    for nu’est ive decided it’d be cool to make them all medical students!! so consider it residency-college!au LOL~

    • specialty: minhyun is doing his residency in dermatology  
    • is known as the “pretty boy” of the unit and other residents are always joking that patients favor him because,,,,,,,,well one he has gorgeous skin,,,,,,,but everything else about him is literally just as gorgeous
    • is really sweet and tries his best to be polite,,,,,,even if taking another 10 hour shift is literally going to Kill Him,,,,,minhyun just smiles and is like : ) it’s fine : ) im fine
    • his superiors like him the most and their favoritism shows because guess who doesn’t get yelled out for taking a five minute snack break? it’s minhyun
    • but even though he comes off so mannered and mature,,,,,he has a lil nerdy side,,,,,like his phone background is always his cute niece and him but one day someone noticed that his lock screen was literally a screenshot from the transformers movie,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,
    • everyone keeps asking if he’s dating and minhyun is just like,,,,i,,,,,d,,dating?!?!?!?! and they’re like oh my god you have the face and you’re telling us you haven’t used it yet
    • and minhyun is like ?!?! i use it everyday to eat, to read - and everyone is like oh jesus no that’s nOT WHat we MEANT
    • but if anyone as much as dares to try to do ‘corrupt’ minhyun (as dongho affectionately refers to it) minhyun just turns pink and bites his lips and is like i!! don’t know anything about that,,,,,
    • boy is already in residency and sometimes if a patient get too close he has to excuse himself,,,,,,,soft boy
    • speaking of dongho and the rest of nu’est they all do residency in the same hospital so every now and then they’ll meet up to eat lunch outside
    • and everyone swoons because they’re the ~visual residents~ a group of goodlooking guys in white doctors coats,,,,,,what a dREAM
    • and then dongho gets crumbs all over his scrubs and minhyun is like come here i need to clean it - don’t you dare run from me- come bacK
    • is really good at his job though, so much so that people are like he doesn’t even need to do residency he knows sO MUCh
    • graduated at the top of his class in med school, still studies as diligently as before, literally takes notes on e v e r y t h i n g the doctors say
    • jr jokes that when minhyun opens his own dermatology clinic he should give all of them face lifts but minhyun is like,,,,,,,,im not doing that im doing immunodermatology wanna hear what i learned about leprosy-
    • jr: i gtg rn i was just trying to make a joke i am so sorry
    • anyway you also work in the hospital,,,,,but not as a resident or anything you’re actually in the tech department
    • and you know about minhyun because how can you not,,,,,but also,,,,,,,,he’s called the tech department like a minimum of twenty times a week because for some reason he’s super smart
    • but takes like ten years to type in a patients chart notes and he’s always getting a bit confused with the hospitals interface
    • and you,,,,,,,dont mind being the one called to help him i mean like have you /SEEN/ him  
    • just standing beside him is like basking in the sunlights glow and u dont mind. not one bit. tbh u r not gonna like lie when u see a call from the dermatology dept u basically fight people for the phone
    • buuuuut you also know that it’s a one sided kinda thing,,,because minhyun could have anyone,,,,,,,literally 
    • u can tell from the fact that his lab coats pockets are always full of candy, letters, and more that both patients and staff give him and yeah it makes ur heart sink a bit but like,,,,
    • whatever the short moment where you get to stand beside him at the desk and tell him (for the 15th time) how to reset the scheduling system works like,,,,,it’s enough
    • which is why when you get called down again, minhyun voice sounding apologetic over the phone u cheerily tell him it’s no problem - you’ll be right down to see what happened 
    • but since the elevator is taking too long u decide to go down the stairs where,,,,you hear voices echoing as you get closer to the floor ur supposed to meet minhyun on
    • and???? they sound familiar,,,,,one is obviously dongho’s,,,,,and the other???? minhyun?
    • and u stop your steps,,,listening to their echoing words 
    • “are you going to ask them? minhyun it’s been two weeks since you decided to say something and you’re still putting it off.”
    • “,,,,,what if they don’t like me-”
    • you blink,,,,wondering if you’re hearing another voice,,,,,and it is,,,,this one belongs to another resident. ren
    • “minhyun, seriously you’re handsome. i dont say that a lot. but ur handsome. very handsome. look at me minhyun does it look like i would lie.”
    • and finally,,,,the calmest voice of the bunch belong to jr: “you should go for it. i think they like you too.”
    • and you’re not sure what else they say because the door opens and a couple of nurses rush by you, their footsteps making noise
    • and in your head you’re wondering,,,,,,who is it that minhyun likes,,,,,,,
    • but not wanting to get lost in your thoughts you rush down coming out into the dermatology dept and seeing minhyun leaning against the wall near the elevators. 
    • you pat his shoulder,,making him jump a bit and the both of you breaking into blushing apologizes but then he mumbles that he’s pretty sure something is going on with the vital monitor
    • and you go inside the room to check it out
    • and as you’re doing your work,,,,you don’t notice minhyun bite his lip,,,,shy eyes trying to avoid your figure in the center of the room
    • quietly fidgeting with his name tag pinned to his collar
    • and when you turn, smile on your face “done! it just got unhooked-”
    • “are you free,,,,,on sunday?”
    • minhyun’s sudden question catches you off guard and you’re like w-what?? and he’s like,,,,,,,, “i-,,,,i have a shift,,,,but i can- it ends at 8 so i could take u to dinner,,,,,maybe,,,,,-”
    • minhyun,,,,with all his pretty features and polite personality cannot seem to stutter out a date invitation 
    • but,,,,you also cant believe ur ears???? the person minhyun liked?????was you???
    • and you’re like “d-don’t you not have many free days? you should rest-”
    • “it’s ok! i want to,,,,,spend it with you.”
    • there’s something of a shy smile on his face,,,,but his eyes are nervous and you’re always feeling your palms sweat
    • because god u really want to say yes,,,,the happiness in your stomach is turning to butterflies,,,,,but you also know that minhyun should rest
    • so you go “ok,,,,,but how about we do something simple,,,,like watch a movie at my place?”
    • and minhyun almost turns cherry red at the mention of coming over and he refuses,,,,,saying it’d be un-gentlemen-y of him but ur just like pleassse it’s fine
    • safe to say you guys do have that date at your place but you purposly pick a boring movie so minhyun falls asleep fifteen minutes in and you let the tired med student sleep soundly on your shoulder as you do your own thing
    • and ofc when he wakes up minhyun is a mess of “im sorrys” and “im not a creep i promise” but u just laugh and tell him it’s ok,,,,,it was a perfect first date because u were able to see him rest
    • which honestly just makes minhyun’s heart flutter even more about you,,,,,on the way home he texts ren and is like “i think they’re an angel,,,,,,,”
    • dating med student!minhyun is slow at first because he’s surprisingly shy about pda or skinship,,,,,to the point where when he first holds ur hand he has to let go 5 minutes later and be like “its not that i dont want to,,,its just,,,,,my hand got sweat and i didnt want u to think thats gross-” and u had to grab his hand back and be like idc if its sweaty i want to hold it forever, minhyun once he gets more comfortable has a habit for always dusting off your uniform or tucking strands of your hair back because he thinks u look cute when ur all neat and whatnot, tbh dongho and jr tell minhyun it might be a lil weird but u like it,,,its minhyun’s personality so u accept it, since he works super long hours u dont really get to see each other often but minhyun really likes it when u text him what ur doing after work esp if u include pictures, at first he’d just be like oh! cool :D or looks yummy! but as you two get closer he’ll kinda be a little sappy saying things like even your silhouette is pretty or i wish i could be beside you right now, a constant struggle is showing people photos of you and minhyun together looking cute in the hospital lobby doing peace signs and ur like that’s my boyfriend! and people are like no no no thats a celebrity honey and ur like,,,no,,,,,no he’s my bf,,,,,,,basically people r just really shocked because minhyun’s visuals are no joke, whenever someone confesses to minhyun whether it’s a patient or a staff he gets all embarrassed but also secretly reaLLY likes saying he has a significant other that he is head over heels for, ren makes fun of him so much for it he imitates his voice and calls out ur name and is like head !!! oveR HEELs~~~!! and minhyun is like pLEASE and ren is just kiss kiss love love u two are sooooo corny, on an anniversary minhyun had work but he sent you a video of him playing on the piano and singing your favorite love song and it legitimately made you tear up, does this thing where when he gets really really tired he’ll never admit it but one kiss from you makes it feel like he can take on the WORLD, an exchange resident named aaron comes to visit and minhyun introduces you to him and is like he’s my bff and aaron is just like “so what base have you and minhyun reac-oK FINE I WONT ASK”, those rare times where residents get more than a day off minhyun always insists on doing the absolute most for you and sometimes you have to literally argue with him to let you do something because he works so hard you want to support him and make it easy, you cooked for him once and you can’t tell if him telling you he LOVED it was fake or real,,,,,,,you guys got matching sweaters from the nu’est boys as a gift and they’re bright pink and corny and minhyun refuses to wear them until you giggled and put it on and minhyun melts for anything you do so he was like ok FINE, surprised you once by pulling you into a storage closet at the hospital and letting a hand slip up your shirt and you were like minhyun?? ?against his neck and he,,,,,couldn’t keep it up you felt his cheeks go hot and he was a stuttering mess like ten minutes in but he was also like i just,,,i really wanted you i dont know what came over me ,,,,,WHAT A FREAKING CUTIE AMIRIGHT THO,,,,promises that once he is done with residency he’s going to get a good job and take you on vacation for never leaving his side through the hardest years of his life and you just kiss his nose and tell him not to worry about it,,,,,but seriously the only thing on minhyun’s mind sometimes (which he finds fascinating) is how much he really rEALLY wants to make you happy,,,,,,,,,,he wants a future,,,,with you 

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    Take It or Leave It - Part 2


    Anyway, that aside, thank you so much for your incredible reaction to the first part and I hope that you really like this part!

    And without further ado, let’s get into the second part! 

    Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

    “Stark, what the hell was that?!” Steve asked the second you were out of ear shot.

    “Language.” Clint muttered but he went ignored

    Sam snorted. “She’s like Sherlock and Dr Watson all in one.” 

    “No. She’s Y/N. You can’t compare her to anyone else trust me.” Tony replied, completely unfazed by Steve’s outburst.

    “She just came up here with convenient perfect timing, happened to bring Chinese with all of our favourites that we didn’t even know and can read people better than Romanoff and Buck? And you say she’s a lawyer?” Steve crossed his arms and took a few steps back. 

    “It’s not my story to tell but for the record, she’s justified.” Tony was quick to defend you after years of loyalty.

    Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh of course. Because you know all about ‘Bunny’, don’t you? And justified? She speaks 9 languages fluently, and is highly trained in Ballet, Gymnastics and Martial arts!” 

    Bucky and Natasha shared an uneasy look. 

    “For God’s sake, Rogers! What is your problem with the girl? She knew this case had a less than fifty percent chance of winning it yet here she is, ready to bust her ass to make sure your asses don’t end up in a maximum security prison that makes The Raft look like a five star hotel!” 

    “We risk our lives constantly to help protect the world and now you’re telling us to put our trust in someone who is trained well enough to be one of us when we don’t even know her!” 

    The tension in the room was thick and everyone was tense and ready to pounce the minute things headed south.

    Tony stood up, slamming his glass on the table. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you to do! You can’t get yourself out of this mess on your own, admit it! You don’t know jack shit about the law whereas she knows it inside and out, back to front! The reason she’s speaks so many languages is because she enjoys being able to communicate with people in their own language! 

    “But Latin, Tony! Who the hells speaks Latin nowadays?”  Steve threw his arms out in exasperation.

    “I do.” Natasha piped up.

    Bucky smirked. “So do I. And the population of the Vatican City does.”

    “Well unless she represents the Pope it means nothing, Buck!”

    Tony grinned. “Well, she doesn’t represent him but she does have his number.” 

    “How the hell does she have the Pope’s number?” Sam butted in looking completely confused.

    “Like I said, Pigeon; it’s Y/N.” 

    “I don’t trust her in any way, shape or form.” Steve steered the derailed conversation back on track. 

    “Captain Rogers. You don’t necessarily have to trust her, only her abilities.” Vision spoke for the first time since you had originally arrived. 

    Steve took a look at everyone’s faces before storming out the room. 

    … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … 

    You woke up the next morning to papers strewn all across the duvet and you laptop tilted to the side, precariously balancing on your thigh. Groaning and sitting upright, you began mentally preparing yourself for the the day. Today was the day the team was going to have to fill out the paperwork to officially take you on as their attorney and you were going to have to deal with trying to get Steve to sign two documents, since he was the leader of the Avengers as well. 

    The Avengers were a private organisation that therefore required even more paperwork to sign them on as your client. Jesus, you might just die today. 

    First things first, breakfast. You silently set about your routine. You whipped your hair up into a bun quickly before applying a natural makeup look, every colour in the nudes apart from a rose tinted lipstick. You shook your hair out  and gently brushed it through; your hair was something you loved about yourself and took great pride in and hence you were very careful when you lightly curled it for the day. Opening the wardrobe, you took out a shirt and skirt that you had unpacked last night from your bag. Sliding into heels you set about gathering up your sheets and organising them into folders, snatching up the laptop and giving yourself a once over. 

    Yep, you looked ready to take on whatever the day threw at you. 

    You take that back. 

    Upon entering the kitchen, you decided that you were going to need a raise. Clint was sat on top of the fridge watching the mayhem unravel with a smile. Natasha and Wanda were sat quietly to one side, Wanda showing Natasha something on her phone. Vision was sort of just hovering by them confused. Peter, Tony, Sam and Scott were in the midst of a very intense food fight. Steve was sat on the sofa to one side drawing, judging by his hand motions. Bruce wasn’t present yet. Rhodey was sat on one of the chairs to the side trying to stop the four but not really putting in effort and T’Challa was finishing up on a phone call before he came to stand by you.

    You whistled but to no effect. “I believe the Colonel has already tried that and failed.” The King had traces of humour in his voice. “They remind me of the animals we have back home in Wakanda.”

    You smiled at the man. “Wakanda must be stunning, your majesty.” 

    “Please, Miss L/N, there is no need for titles; you are doing my friends and myself a monumentus deed.” 

    “In that case, I must ask you to call me Y/N.” 

    T’Challa smiled at you before giving a brief polite nod. “I’m sure you need to speak to them, yes?”

    You nodded in confirmation.

    “Then I must suggest that you endeavour to find a way to get them to stop and then listen.” 

    You grinned. “I have a way. But no one’s going to like it.” 

    “And why is that?” 

    “Because it involves the knife attached to your right ankle.” 

    T’Challa shook his head quietly but nether the less, bent down and retrieved the knife for you. “I must request that you don’t hurt anyone, Y/N.”

    “Who said anything about hurting anyone?” You smirked before you spoke. 

    The knife had barely been in your hand before you threw it in a dead straight line to the other end of the kitchen, cutting through the food fight and burying itself with a loud thud in the cupboard door, next to the fridge. The room went silent in shock, no one moved until their heads turned to you.

    “Excuse me!?” Tony shrieked.

    “Get over it, Tony; both myself and Colonel Rhodes had tried to get you to stop but nobody listened.” You replied, completely calm with your game face on. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You four, are going to clean up your mess; Miss Maximoff and Miss Romanoff, you’re both going to go and get dressed; Colonel Rhodes if you could go and get Dr Banner it would be appreciated; Captain Rogers, it would be muchly appreciated if you could go and get Sergeant Barnes for us.” 

    “No need, Sugar, I’m right here.” Bucky winked at you as he walked in.

    “Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” You smiled politely at the soldier. You quickly fixed you attention back to its previous focus. “Mr Barton please get down from the fridge and pass me the knife back. And Mr Vision please can you help me in the kitchen once the boys are done cleaning up?”

    Vision inclined his head. “Of course.”

    “Thank you.” 


    "Tony.” You replied in the same type of voice.

    Tony sighed dramatically before starting to tidy up and everyone jolted into action, following your instructions.

    As soon as they had cleaned the counters, you immediately swooped in and began going around the kitchen. 

    “Mr Vision, where do you keep your bowls and utensils?” You asked as you opened cupboards at random. 

    “The culinary utensils are in the second draw to your left whilst the bowls are in the bottom cupboard to your right, Miss L/N." 

    "Please, just call me Y/N.” You smiled as you glanced at him before taking the eggs and milk from the fridge. 

    “And in return I ask that you just call me Vision." 

    Grinning, you asked him. "Vision, where do you keep the flour and sugar?”
    He once again guided you to what you were looking for.

    Before long there were pancakes and waffles cooking away, whilst others were stacked up on plates and cut fruit was in bowls, courtesy of Vision. You were wielding a spatula and kept whacking anyone’s hands that tried to steal any. Moving gracefully around the kitchen, you laid the table and made everybody sit down before laying the food that you had made in the middle of the table as Vision followed with the fruit.

    “Do you make breakfast for all your clients then?” Clint asked as everyone dug into the food.

    “I don’t normally stay with clients, Mr Barton; it’s that I’ve been working for Tony  a long time and he now insists that I stay with him when I do. And from what I’ve heard none of you can really cook with the exception of a few.” You ate a mouthful of fruit.

    “That’s right, Legolas. Bunny’s here enough when she’s doing things for me that I gave her a room about 7 years ago.” Tony piped in, drowning his waffles in syrup.

    “Which reminds me…” You trailed off as you pushed your chair back and got up before grabbing the files you had brought with you. “You’re not going to like this but I’ve got paperwork for you. It’s only a bunch of signatures and basic information.” 

    Groans met your admission.

    “So that’s why you made us breakfast!” Peter exclaimed.

    You nodded sarcastically. “Well done, Mr Parker. If you want something from someone you have to give them something in return.”

    Sam snorted into his coffee as you handed out the folders.

    “We’re going to need pens, Miss L/N.” Steve spoke directly to you for the second time since you arrived.

    “Who would have known America’s golden boy had sass in him? There are pens in each of the folders if you open them.” Today was so not going as planned and you hadn’t even gone through breakfast yet. “And I’d step to it, Captain Rogers, because you have twice as much than everyone else.”

    “And why is that?” 

    You pouted dramatically at the man.

    “I thought you were in charge of the Avengers and that means you have to do all the corporate paperwork as well. And I’m going to have to file it all today so I can get your case going.”

    An hour later you were walking out of The Avengers Tower to hail a cab heading for the law firm Hughes and Wood for a day of paperwork.

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    Different - Klaus Mikaelson // requested

    Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

    Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader 

    Requests are open. xx

    Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

    Originally posted by divine-trash

    Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.

    The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.

    There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.

    Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.

    “Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.

    The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.

    The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.

    The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.

    “You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.

    “That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”

    “Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”

    “Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.

    “I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.

    “Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.

    “Klaus.. And you are?”

    “Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”

    Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.

    “You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.

    “No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.

    I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”

    “Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.

    Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.

    Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.

    After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.

    Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.

    Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.  

    “Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.


    “What’s your name?” She asked.

    “…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.

    “Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.

    “Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”

    She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”

    I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

    “Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”

    I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.

    The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.

    I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.

    I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.

    A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.

    “Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.

    “Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”

    “How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.

    “Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

    “He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”

    I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.

    “He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”

    Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”

    I laughed with him before he changed the subject.

    “So, Y/N.. What do you like?”

    “What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.

    He smirked, “either one.”

    I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.

    Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.

    “Come with me.”

    I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.

    Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.

    “Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.

    “What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.

    “No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”

    “Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”

    “Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.

    Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.

    “Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.

    I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.

    “Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”

    I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.

    For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.

    It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’

    I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.

    Hope you like it!! Sorry it’s so late!! xx

    A (little) Killing Stalking Rant

    I’m not sure where to begin, to be quite honest. I just found out that apparently there is a chapter 18 despite everyone thinking there’d be a break after 17 and of course I instantly read it. Now me being my obsessive, overexcited self instantly went into the tag to see what kind of funny shit this precious fandom came up with this time only to be…well disappointed is such a hard word but I kind of am. Not because the jokes were repetitive (they were, but that is not the point) but because the fandom seems to be split in two entirely and I don’t understand why? Or why people have the need to constantly shade one another. 
    Anyway, feel free to ignore this, but I’m going to voice some of my (probably unpopular) opinions.

    1) Ji eun is a major bitch and I do not understand why people are glorifying her for punching Sangwoo in the face like she is some sort of hero. She didn’t do it for Yoonbum, but to save her own skin. It also didn’t show guts or anything, just her will to live. I wanna bet that all the girls he chopped off before her tried much the same. Nothing special, moving on.

    2) That being said, she most certainly is not a bitch for offering to have sex with Yoobum. In a situation like this, live or die, every last one of us would probably offer much more than sex, trust me on this one. Nothing is more precious than survival, it’s in our DNA to do our best. That being said, she is still a bitch for offering to basically RAPE Yoobum to safe her own skin. Bitch is selfish, not a hero. Yoobum obviously wasn’t down for the idea of getting fucked by her.

    3) I really do not understand how people are still surprised that most of the fandom ships Sangwoo and Yoobum. Nor why people are surprised that most of the fandom loves Sangwoo. We basically got half of the explanation for this coming from Sangwoo himself in Chapter 18: He’s pretty so people are drawn to him. Where is the big deal? It’s a cartoon, for heavens sakes. It’s not like we have a bunch of real life Harley Quinn’s running around the street. Now for the shipping part, this one REALLY goes over my head. I literally saw comments about getting help and getting Jesus being thrown around and shit like that irks me for many many reasons, but I digress. We see the story through Yoobum’s and Sangwoo’s eyes. OF COURSE WE ARE ROOTING FOR THEM! Not just them as a couple but them as people! I’m 99% sure that we are supposed to! Yoobum loves Sangwoo so we love Sangwoo.
    Yoobum loves Sangwoo, so we want him to get Sangwoo.
    We love Sangwoo so we want him to be happy.
    We love Sangwoo so we want him to succeed in his murder spree. 

    I was happy when he killed that asshole in the last chapter and I most certainly am looking forward to seeing Jieun being killed by either of them, really, because that is what Sangwoo (and Yoobum) want and since I see the story through their eyes, I want that to. Does that mean I’m about to go out and start killing people? No, because I faint at the sight of blood and really don’t like the idea of taking someones life. Nor the fact I’d get a lifelong sentence, really. Just throwing it in there for good measures. So, it’s safe to say I’m not going to go on a killing spree anytime soon. Still enjoy the deaths.

    4) To elaborate on that. I really, really am surprised how people go into this story disliking Sangwoo and the relationship between him and Yoobum. Like you do realize it’s all about that, right? About Sangwoo getting satisfaction by killing and Yoobum getting satisfaction by being by Sangwoo’s side. This story isn’t about character growth , overcoming your mental illness or getting out of the shit situation you’re in. Quite the contrary. It’s about giving in to those primal urges, this quiet need to kill in the back of every humans head. The story is supposed to make us route for the killer and the psychosis and that sick twisted part of them so we end up questioning just how fragile our and societies morality is. I had Philosophy for for a couple of years and morality was a big part of that. I have my own opinion on morality and how it is a mere illusion anyway but that isn’t the point right now. The point is, let go of your false morality and get off your high horse and enjoy the comic called Killing Stalking for what it is! About two psychopaths giving in to their mental state to stalk and kill their prey together. 

     I mean seriously, what did you expect?!

    Spank Me

    Summary: When investigating a apartment Dean, Sam, and Y/N discover a paddle. Y/N gets nervous seeing it and the brothers soon discover she likes to be spanked. 

    Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

    Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

    Rated M

    Warnings: NSFW, spanking, dirty talk, public sex, smut, 

    Word Count: 2,202

    A/N: Thank you @attractiverandomness for beta reading girl! This one was hot to write I very much enjoyed it, and I hope you do as well. 

    Originally posted by lauraboline

    “You said all the windows and doors were locked?” You questioned the elderly landlord standing in front of you. “There were no signs of forced entry and nothing was stolen?”

    “No, it’s just like I told the officers Agent Rowling, there was nothing in here but the dead girl.” She looked around the empty apartment apprehensively, before her eyes were drawn to the blood stained wood. “All I know is the neighbors were complaining about the smell. That’s when we found her; the poor thing.” She shook her head back and forth, holding her fist in front of her mouth and nose. “I hope you three find the sick bastard who did this.” She nodded, clearly affected by the trauma.

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    Like Father, Like Son

    Title: Like Father, Like Son

    Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

    Word Count: 2,167

    Request: @imboredsueme - Reader and Sherlock have a really bad argument and break up, she realizes she was pregnant with his kid. Years later her curious son tracks down the detective.

    A/N: I’ve hit 1,000 followers!!! This is crazy and I couldn’t have ever imagined this would happen. Anyway….. This was the most requested of all my imagines in my ‘to-do’ list so thanks to everyone who voted and please enjoy! If you’d like to request an imagine message me or leave me an ask, my plates pretty full right now but I’ll add it to the list and hopefully get to it soon. If you’re not on my tag list already and want to be let me know! As always- feel free to message me if you need anything or just feel like saying hello!


        “William?” You bellowed from the kitchen. Your son hadn’t come down for dinner yet and you were beginning to  worry.

        “William your food’s gonna get cold, love-” You marched through the hall and opened his bedroom door, losing your voice when you saw his window open and his sheets tied to the drain pipe outside.

        “William!” You shrieked and ran to the window, sticking your head out. You looked at the drop from the second floor, it wasn’t much but you still worried for your small child.

        Pulling your head back inside, you yanked the window closed and began searching for a sign of where he’d gone. You turned and noticed your phone lying on his dresser. That wasn’t where you left it, your eyebrows scrunched together and you read the screen it was left on. A Google search - Sherlock Holmes- leading to his website with his address: The Science of Deduction.

        You cursed yourself for ever telling William his name. You could barely keep up with him, he was always 12 steps ahead of you, and he was only 6! Sighing, you looked out the window once more, knowing where he must have gone.

        You grabbed your phone and keys, running out of your flat. His name floated around your head. Memories that you had tried to forget stringing back together in your mind.

         “How many more times is this going to happen, Sherlock?” You yelled, you’d been stood up one time too many and you were sick of it. Sitting there, promising the waiter he would come, only to be left sitting there an hour later. All eyes on you as you left some cash at the table and finally gave up.

        “It’s never seemed to bother you before.” He argued.

        “Oh I promise you it has. You’re just never around to notice it.” You yelled back.

        “Well I’m sorry if my job is a little more important than you.” He growled. Your stomach dropped. You knew he felt that way, but hearing him say it out loud made it feel real, and it killed you.

        “I see…” You said quietly, shaking your head and turning towards the door.

        “Y/N, I didn’t mean-” he began, realizing what he said.

        “Yes you did, Sherlock, that’s the problem. You did mean it. I’ve never been enough for you, I’ve never been more important than your cases. I can barely hold your attention for more than a few minutes. Sorry I wasn’t clever enough or fascinating enough for you.” you yelled, grabbing some of your stuff and shoving it into your bag.

        “What are you doing?” He asked, seriously.

        “What does it look like genius?” You shot back.

        “You’re leaving.” He spoke, as if it was a question.

        “Not that you’ll notice.” You responded, truthfully.

        “Don’t go.” He pleaded, but he didn’t sound very convincing.

        “Make me. Sherlock, tell me I mean more to you than a case does. That you’d rather spend time with me then be out solving some crime. Tell me that, honestly, and I’ll stay.” You pleaded. If he couldn’t tell you that, then your relationship wasn’t going where you thought it was.

        You waited for an answer. His mouth moved as if he was about to speak, but stopped and he looked to the floor, he stayed silent for far too long.

        “Goodbye Sherlock.” you scoffed, closing the door, ending that chapter of your life.

         Your feet hit the dirty pavement, running, praying. You knew Baker Street was only about a mile away, but you prayed that’s where he was. That he’d be okay, that if he was anywhere it was there. Because if he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have a clue where to find him. Even if he is there, you weren’t ready to face this. To be drawn back to him: Sherlock Holmes.

        Ever since William was born he had been causing you trouble. He wasn’t a bad kid, he was just so much smarter than you and so curious. It scared you how much he reminded you of Sherlock. Jesus, he even looked exactly like him. A miniature little Sherlock running around wreaking havoc on your life. But you loved the havoc, and you loved your son.

        You remembered the day you found out you were pregnant with William.

        “Mate, I’m going to the store do you need anything? Tampons? Food? Breakup ice cream?” Sharon, or Shazza as everyone called her, asked you on her way out of your shared flat.

        “No thanks, I’ll be fine.” you laughed, but stopped when your roommate closed the door. You hadn’t needed those in a while… you counted on your finger how many months it’s been since you last period. Jesus.

        You called your roommate a couple minutes later after frantically flipping through your calendar to make sure the dates lined up. You were trapping your foot anxiously, hoping she could discreetly pick up a pregancy test for you.

        “Shazza, could you do me a favor?” You asked hurriedly when she picked up the phone.

        “Finally gonna let me set you up with that guy from my spin class?” You could feel her smirk through the phone.

        “No, listen while you’re out I need you to pick up something for me.” You spoke slowly.

        “Sure love, what?” She asked, casually.

        “A pregnancy test.” You whispered into the phone. No one was around but you felt embarrassed.

        “Are you serious?” She yelled back.

        “Shh, yes.”

        “I thought you were on the pill!” She exclaimed, just as shocked as you were. You could only imagine the looks she was getting in the store right now.

        “I am!” You retorted.

        “I swear to God if that bastard knocked you up–” She began, but you stopped her mid-rant.

        “Shazza! Please just get one…” You pleaded.

        “Jesus ok, I’ll be home soon.” She said, hanging up the phone, leaving your mind to wander until she returned to confirm your suspicions.

        You’ve always heard it said that waiting for a pregnancy test result was “ the longest five minutes of your life”. You thought that was an exaggeration but jesus were they right.

        “What does it say?” Shazza asked after the timer went off.

        “I don’t know, I can’t look. You do it.” You closed your eyes, scared.

        “Oh my god,” Was her only reply.

        “‘Oh my god’ what?” Your eyes flew open, scanning her face.

        “You’re pregnant!” She jumped, a genuine smile on her face.

        “I’m pregnant…” You couldn’t help but be happy, you’ve always wanted a child. Although you pictured it happening differently.

        “Are you gonna tell him?” She asked, addressing the elephant in the room.

        “No.” You answered simply.

        “No! Why not?” She yelled.

        “Because! Because he hates kids, he’d never have time for a family. Frankly the best thing will be for him not to know, I can take care of this child on my own, thank you very much.” You said proudly.

        “Damn you’re stubborn,” she smiled and shook her head,”but I’ll be here, I’ll help you in whatever you need.”

        “Thanks Shazza.” You hugged her.

        “Anytime, love.”

         That was how William was brought into your life, a surprise at every turn since. All you wanted to do was protect him, and you feared in protected him you only caused him more pain.

        You had managed, raising a child on your own, but you feared he needed some fatherly contact that you just couldn’t provide.

        You were half way to Baker Street when it started to pour. You tried to catch a cab but none of them would stop. You were splashed by a passing car and groaned.

        You should have known this would happen, that he would search him out. It was just last week that the questions you normally avoided were given answers.

         “Mommy…I know you don’t like talking about it, but I have this family tree project for school and I…well my tree is half empty.” William held his drawing up to you. You were struck with a pang of guilt.

        “You don’t have to tell me now, only a name, I’ll understand.” He said, he always knew how to outsmart you.

        “Oh, baby, come here.” You patted the bed next to you and he jumped up. He positioned his paper and pencil and looked up to you, ready to write it down.

        “Sherlock.” You said quietly, it tasted strange in your mouth, foreign almost.

        “And his parents?” He asked, batting his eyelashes at you. He really had you wrapped around his finger.

        “Uh.. Wanda and Tim.” You took a moment, hardly being able to remember. You’d only actually met them once, and they didn’t even know you and Sherlock were dating at the time. That must have been… almost 8 years ago now.

        “And did he have any brothers or sisters?” He asked. Thinking back on this you wondered if his ‘family tree project’ was even real, or just a ruse designed to get you to give up the name of his father.

        “A brother, Mycroft.” You watched as  he filled in the enlarged leaves on the tree and jumped off your bed.

        “Is that it?” You asked, surprised at his sudden absence.

        “Yes, thanks mummy!” He rushed away excitedly, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion but let it go and got back to your work.

         You were now standing in front of 221B Baker Street, soaked to the bone, frantically knocking on the door.

        “Y/N?” Sherlock answered the door, surprised to see you.

        “Is he here?” You asked hurriedly.

        “You’re soaking wet.” He said, pulling you inside.

        “Is he here!” You asked again.

        “Upstairs” He nodded. You ran past him, taking the stairs two by two, thanking God you weren’t wearing heels.

        “William!” You yelled, Sherlock was rushing behind you. You stepped into a familiar living room that hadn’t changed a bit only to see your son sitting by the fire sipping tea. Wearing his favorite shirt,little tie and coat.

        “Jesus I was so worried.” You knelt in front of his chair and hugged him, inspecting him, making sure he was okay.

        “I knew you would be, but I had to know, I’m sorry mummy.” He looked guilty. You kissed his forehead, knowing this time would come some day.

        “Y/N…” Sherlock said from the doorway, you stood and whipped around caught off guard, forgetting he was there.

        “Can we speak for a moment” He motioned out to the hall. You nodded, wrapping your arms around you to create some warmth and comfort. You were still soaking wet. Your hair dripping slightly onto the wood floors.

        “Is he mine?” He asked, wasting no time at all. You looked up to him and nodded.

        “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

        “Why would I. We had just broken up, I wanted nothing to do with you then.” You answered honestly.

        “And now?” He asked, hopefully.

        “Now?” You asked.

        “Now I’d like to be able to spend some time with my son. He’s almost too smart for his own good. I mean jesus he looks just like me, I want to make sure he doesn’t turn out like I did.” Sherlock looked to the floor.

        “What are you saying?” You reached out and took his hand, you could tell he was struggling to find his words and you tried to comfort him.

        “I’m saying I’d like to help, in any way you’ll let me. I’d like to be there for him. I’m sorry, for the way things ended, the way I treated you, never being there. I’d like to be there now. Please.” He spoke with so much sincerity that you would argue this wasn’t the same Sherlock you left 6 years ago. Something had changed, he’d changed, seemingly for the better.

        “Alright, but only because he needs his father. I’ll need time, Sherlock, to adjust to this.” You whispered, realizing how close the two of you were standing.

        “I know. Thank you” He kissed your forehead, and headed back inside the living room, only to see William looking through old case files on his desk.

        “What’s this?” William asked curiously, raising a photograph in the air.

        “A beheaded nun.” Sherlock said, casually glancing at it.

        “Jesus” You rushed over to the desk and pulled the picture out of his hands.

        “Cool.” William said, now curious, wanting more of Sherlock’s crazy life.

        “Most certainly not cool.” You said. They both looked up to you and rolled their eyes. Like father, like son.

        You couldn’t help but smile at how similar they were, and how your life had seemed to fall back into place. Your son gained the father he’d secretly needed, and you gained back the man who was once the love of your life.

        It would be hard: going back to some sense of normalcy, forgiving sherlock completely, but watching your son look upon him with admiration and love was going to make the process so much easier.

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    OITNB Season 5 spoilers !! Don't read if you haven't finished the season yet

    Okay, I just have to make this post to get it all out of my system.

    First thing, I wanna talk about Bailey going to visit Poussey’s father. This is after he’s cried for help from his parents, two of the old guards, and even attempting to turn himself in and kill himself. This guy is all kinds of fucked up from what he did. I cannot stress enough how upset I was while watching the episode that Poussey died in. She was great, but so is Bailey. The poor guy was 21 years old, under trained, in the midst of a protest going ary. He was just trying to hold her down cause that’s what he was supposed to do but he was also getting punched like crazy by Suzanne. So he unintentionally was putting more and more pressure on Poussey while trying to face Suzanne to block her fists. Should he have tried to stand up and deal with Suzanne full on? Yes, there are many things he could have done differently. But never the less, it WAS an accident and clearly from all the aforementioned things he feels H O R R I B L E about it. Now, back to my initial point of wanting to talk about him visiting Poussey’s father. I understand his reasoning behind going there AND I also understand the way the father reacted. I know that if I had a daughter and I was looking in the eyes of the man that looking in the eyes of the man that killed her, I wouldn’t wanna hear a single word he had to say. But my god.. the look of UTTER devastation on Bailey’s face as the door was being closed on him.. I wanted to hug him so god damn badly. Should he be charged in some way for what happened? Absolutely, fact of the matter is despite it being a total accident he DID kill someone.

    Second thing, Piscatella. I know that he doesn’t like Red, she hasn’t exactly been polite to him. And I don’t agree with the homophobic slurs she used against him throughout his time of being a part of the show. But holy fuck, what he did to her in episode 10? That was some SERIOUSLY fucking twisted ass shit. I’m all about horror films, gore, and so on. I can take that. But maybe it’s cause I’ve had a long time to see Red as a person idfk but it got me feeling NAUSEOUS. That was so over the top I needed to take a breather to cuddle my cat and watch a little bit of Family Guy so I could calm down. Like I seriously don’t understand what exactly his problem was with Red that caused him to feel justified in doing anything remotely close to that. What I felt would have been reasonable was getting her sent to max. But Jesus… I can’t really say I’m GLAD he died. Cause the fact is after everything he did decide to peacefully walk out of that room. But he was a fucking monster.

    And here I am scrolling a moment ago through the oitnb season 5 tag on here and NO ONE is talking about it. 90% of the posts are about fuckin Flaritza. Claiming how iconic they are and how heartbroken they feel that they got separated at the end. They’re two of the most vapid girls I’ve ever seen in my life. They give absolutely no fucks about anyone but themselves. Only getting upset about things when it directly affects them. Fuck that

    This show got me feelin some kind of way, and idk where they’re going next with it. But damn, I’m gonna NEED this year till the next season to recover

    For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

    (I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

    “Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

    Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

    “Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

    Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

    Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

    A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

    Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

    And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

    “I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

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    I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 4 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

    Request: anonymous asked:
    Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

    Word Count: 2,309

    Warnings: angst, fluff (omg what?!)

    A/N: SO GUYS holy shit this series-that-wasn’t-supposed-to-be-a-series-but-ended-up-being-one-of-the-best-things-i’ve-ever-written has been so mind blowing in where it’s taken me as a writer and how many people i realized actually like it like holy shit?!?!?!? THANK YOU to everyone who’s sent me their WONDERFUL feedback on this series and to whoever’s liked it, reblogged it, asked to be tagged, it just shows me how much you guys love it and that is one of the best things i could ever ask for!! ❤️❤️

    i hope you guys enjoy this last part and the fluff (you’ve earned it i’ve put you guys through enough angst for now :} ❤️)

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    You stood frozen, hand still hanging onto the raised window. Your mind was racing but going nowhere; you had so many thoughts and reactions running through it, yet nothing would come out. Jesus, (Y/N)! Say something!


    Peter’s head was downcast at his hands as they fiddled with his mask. You had a flashback to the last time he was here and did that. The air now had the same uncertainty as it did then; there was just as much of a chance of tonight ending just like that night did. Wasn’t there? Well maybe not, actually. You both didn’t have much left to lose at this point. Nonetheless, you still felt like you were stepping on cracking glass. You were afraid that anything that came out of your mouth, any movement you made, any emotion you showed, could quite possibly send him flying off the fire escape.

    “Um, can I—can we—can I… come in? I mean—if—if not that’s, that’s totally cool too…” he asked cautiously.

    “Uhhh, no, yeah… yeah,” you dazedly stepped backwards.

    As he crawled through the small opening, you tried to think of what to say. You couldn’t just leave this awkward silence sitting, but you also had absolutely no idea what to do. What do you say to start a conversation with your old-best-friend-who-you-haven’t-spoken-to-in-forever-but-also-harbored-a-humongous-crush-on-and-low-key-still-do-but-you’re-not-gonna-bring-that-up-right-not-because-that’s-just-gonna-add-to-the-awkwardness.

    Peter nodded to your open bedroom door, “They home?”

    You shook your head, “Meetings.”

    You both stood there, stiff, looking everywhere except at each other. Eye contact would mean having to say something. But what do I say?! you thought. Ask how he’s doing? How’s Spiderman-ing been going? Is he okay? Is that okay to ask? Would that remind him of Liz? Is it even okay to mention her? Probably not. Not mentioning is safe, let’s stick with that. God, I feel so frickin bad, but would immediately saying ‘sorry’ too upfront? Too soon? Well it can’t be ‘too soon’ I mean, it’s been like what two months? Holy shit, two months. Two months without this knucklehead. This pure and blissfully ignorant knucklehead. I missed this knucklehead. No oh God no don’t say that, that’s waaaaaayyyy too upfront. Shit, say something, dammit!

    Afraid that the long silence was skyrocketing the tension, you blurted a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

    Peter’s eyes raised to peer at you through his sagging curls. “For what?” he gingerly asked.

    “For… uh… what, um… for what happened. With Liz.”

    Peter’s expression was unreadable. “It’s not your fault.” But you knew it partially was. Indirectly, it was kind of your fault.

    “I’m still sorry, though, I mean… I can’t imagine what that must be like, or what—”

    “Yeah you can.”

    “What?” you blinked. “How can I—”

    “Know what it’s like to walk away from someone you care about because you know it’ll make them happier in the end? You know all about that.” Peter still wouldn’t meet your eyes. His head remained downcast at the ground, his arms crossed as if he was trying to shield himself from your response.

    How did he know? How could he know? Did Ned tell him? Ned wouldn’t have told him. Well, he does crack very easily under very little pressure… But he wouldn’t ever tell anyone about this

    “I—” you faltered.

    The tense silence grew louder. No one knew what to say. Peter was afraid he had gone too far too soon, crossed a line. You were afraid that whatever you responded with would scare him back out the window forever. It was so hard, too, to choose what to say. So many options and thoughts and emotions and confessions filled your mind to the brim, threatening to spill at any moment. You couldn’t let everything go right now; that would definitely drive him away for good. Choose something, choose something you panicked.

    You were dying. You hadn’t really confessed everything to Ned that day. You had just told him that you liked Peter, not the million reasons why. Not the real reason you went out with Flash. Not the real reason you were still avoiding Peter, even after his breakup. All those reasons were bottled up inside, but the pressure between you two was enough to push it all out.

    You inhaled a shaky breath, “I’m sorry because… I was… stupid. I was stupid to date Flash, I was stupid to let my stupid shit feelings affect my better judgement, I was stupid to not tell you or anyone, really, everything. Mainly you, ‘cause I’m not gonna tell just anybody this shit but still I shouldn’t have let all this sit inside of me for so long.

    “I was stupid because I thought I could be mature and handle this like an adult and not end up like some cliche teenage girl you see in those coming-of-age shit-shows. I thought I wouldn’t feel jealous but I did, but I didn’t want to be selfish, so I helped you. I helped you because I knew how important it was and how happy and excited you were for it, and I was happy too! I was happy for you, I really was! But I was also jealous which was stupid.

    “I knew I shouldn’t be jealous but I still was, so I tried to just shove it down and let it go away overtime but it didn’t and I didn’t know what to do ‘cause it just kept getting worse and worse and worse and worse! And I didn’t want to take it out on you, because that would be stupid, but one day I did want to, so one day I did take it out on you and that day was—”

    “Why you asked out Flash…” Peter interjected. You startled, looking up at him. His eyes were focused on your chair, but distant.

    “Yeah,” you breathed. “And that was so so so stupid of me, it was so petty and immature and stupid and so not me, and I was a dumbass just because I was stupid jealous. I knew it would piss you off and some stupid part of me wanted you to feel the shit that I was feeling, and I knew dating Flash would do that and I’m so sorry I did that and made you feel shitty. You didn’t deserve it; it was stupid and selfish and I know we weren’t like ‘friends’ anymore but I think we still kinda were but I was a really shitty ‘kinda-sorta-friend’ and… I’m sorry for that.”

    Rocking back and forth on your feet, you wrung your hands together, anxiously studying those sad brown orbs, waiting for some kind of reaction. Every second felt like a year. You silently begged for him to say something, say anything. Just please, please, please oh God, please don’t leave. That would probably kill you.

    Peter sighed, “I’m sorry, too.” For the first time that night, his eyes locked onto yours. Your breath stopped, as did your heart. “I’m sorry I was stupid too. I’m sorry that I blew you guys off so much, that I never replied when you guys called or texted, and for being an all around shitty friend. I’m sorry I accused you of being jealous ‘cause that was just mean and stupid of me—”

    “But I mean you weren’t wrong—”

    “Still! I… I had no right to! And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me all of that, about blowing you guys off… I guess I was just so caught up in finally getting to be with Liz, you know? And then I was all confused and shit and then… and then she—we… we… you know…

    “And also I’m sorry I avoided you after that. I shouldn’t have but it felt weird and I didn’t want Liz feeling so hurt if I, like, immediately went to you after, even if it was just to talk, it felt weird and I was confused and I felt really bad and guilty and shitty. Like for the first few days I felt really, really bad. But then after that I was just more confused. Like I didn’t know what I wanted or what to do or how to do anything…? I didn’t know if you wanted to start talking again or what to talk about and stuff…”

    “And,” quickly, Peter glanced down, took a deep breath, and looked back at you, straight in your eyes. “I’m sorry I was so stupid about… you…”

    Your heart must’ve started beating again sometime during Peter’s confession, because you definitely felt it stop yet again. You felt your eyes fill with both hope and uncertainty, as you saw the same things swell in Peter’s.

    “I’m sorry I didn’t realize or notice sooner.” He chuckled and muttered, “God, I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry I was so focused on… not… I mean, I think a small part of me knew, but I just didn’t want to believe it ‘cause I didn’t think you would ever feel that way about me… And I didn’t want to get my hopes up, too.” You realized your hands were shaking slightly, your blood rushing significantly faster through your veins. Everything felt jittery, as if you had just downed fifteen cups of espresso.

    “I think,” he continued, “I only really realized it was when we stopped hanging out. I was too stupid to realize what was right in front of me, the whole damn time.” He breathed a small chuckle, “I was too stupid to realize how mellow you got when you were helping me plan a date with some other girl, or how you would always tuck that one little hair behind your ear, which you only did whenever you were uncomfortable, whenever I started gushing about Liz. Or how much I missed our group movie sessions, and our stupid puns, and you laughing and cringing at those stupid puns, and… and…” his voice dropped so such a quiet murmur. “…basically, you.” Peter looked at you with such sincerity that you felt your lips quivering into a grin as small as his voice. “I missed you, (Y/N). And I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”

    “I missed you too, Peter,” you breathed. A warmth welled up in your chest, growing up through your body, threatening to exit in an emotionally-overwhelming cry. Is this what love feels like? Is this even love? Does it qualify? you wondered. Whatever. You didn’t care what it was. Whatever it was called didn’t matter; all that did was that you were 100% sure that Peter felt it too.

    Before this feeling could burst out in a most embarrassing way, you closed the gap between you two, and squeezed your arms around his ribs. Peter hugged you back, as strongly as he did that night two months ago, but a new energy surged from it; the warmth you both harbored released itself in your embrace.

    You stood there for what could have easily been forever. Breathing in each other’s calming scent, both anxious and afraid of what would happen if one let go.

    A new urge rooted in you. You were sure now; remembering what he just confessed, you took advantage of the confidence and hope growing with your every heartbeat. You pick your head up from his shoulder and tilted it back, just enough to look at his face.

    As he tilted his head ever so slightly, you took in the soft shadows cast underneath his cheekbones, gentle glow in his hair, the faint freckles dotting the crooked bridge of his nose, the inquisitive and nervous way he gazed at you, the rosy tint in his lips.

    Fuck it you thought, before you could overthink this anymore. You lightly tugged Peter’s torso closer as you leaned in. As your lips connected, your eyes softly shut. You both stayed stiff like this, neither sure of what to do. For a blissful fleeting moment, you tasted salty and sweet, a squeal caught in your throat, and the urge you had, dropped to your stomach. You gingerly pulled away, not wanting to push your luck or confidence any further, and peaked through eyelids opening unsurely. His own eyes fluttered open, and he couldn’t help the grin that was spreading ear to ear. You exhaled a nervous and excited giggle, feeling your own lips spreading, cheeks radiating ecstasy.

    Holy shit holy shit holy fucking SHIT. Kiss. We just kissed. Holy. Shit.

    Peter enveloped his arms around your waist and gently pulled you closer. His eyes shut again, as his forehead nuzzled against your own. You echoed his actions, feeling his warm breath fanning your face, his cold nose brushing yours. Suddenly, you felt his lips again, this time moving carefully but eagerly. Your breath caught deep in your lungs as your lips followed his. You tried to hold it for as long as you could, but eventually you regrettably ran out of air. Your head tilted, leaving room for you to breathe, yet still leaving your forehead touching Peter’s.

    You glanced up through your eyelashes, seeing that grin that mirrored yours, plastered on his face. His breaths tickled your warm cheeks.

    “So,” he breathed.

    You chuckled, “So…”

    “That was…”

    “Yeah…” you bit your lip to try to stop that ever growing smile from hurting your cheeks anymore.

    Peter’s eyebrows scrunched together just a little, “Um…”

    “Hm?” your smile fell.

    “Does that mean we’re good now? Like, finally? All good?”

    The corners of your mouth turned up, and you could feel your eyes smiling wider than your lips ever had. “I thought we already were.”

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    Laser Tag

    Peter Parker x Reader

    Word Count: 1150ish

    Warnings: cursing, jump scares???, kinda sexual themes in the end

    A/N: I still can’t believe I don’t have the iconic spidey kiss in any off my fics. Also I really want to play laser tag now like why haven’t i. A little shorter than i would’ve like but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


    When your boyfriend suggested laser tag for a date night, you knew something was up. It wasn’t because you had never done it before for a date, no. In fact, laser tag was a beloved game the two of you played to relieve the stress of school. The only reason you were wary about it was because the last time you did a laser tag date night, you had shoved him against the wall, kissed him, then shot him.

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    Faking It

    Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

    Characters: All the Avengers

    After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

    Word count: 1.3k

    A/N: Okay, I’m terrible at summaries. Just read the imagine and tell me what you think. If you want to be tagged on all of my works tell me, please. And if you want a second part to this tell me, it’s still under consideration

    All other parts are on the masterlist

    Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

    It was the annual family reunion. Well, not so annual. The last family reunion was two years ago and the last family reunion you attended was six years go. You were a teenager at the time and itching to leave home. Not to mention you were the definition of teenage angst.

    Now, you were someone completely different. You were Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger. You were badass and can take down a man in less than 5 seconds. You didn’t have any powers, but you were a skillful fighter. It was a dream when Nick Fury offered you to join the elite team. So much adrenaline and you absolutely loved the members of your team.

    Your family didn’t know this, of course, they think you’re a secretary for Tony Stark. Which isn’t an entire lie. You and Tony came to an agreement and he allowed you to pass that small lie. He was a good friend and you always did favors for him, you didn’t mind of course.

    However, now that you’re going back home after not seeing your family for so many years, your mother is gonna expect some things. Knowing your mother, she will either hope for a man on your hand, a ring on your finger, or maybe even a baby bump. You surely didn’t have any of those. You also didn’t want to seem like a complete loser. Your older brother was already married with a baby on the way. Your older sister was engaged. Which means that they will be nagging you about how you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

    You certainly didn’t want to walk into that reunion empty handed.

    An idea popped into your head, not a very good one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to ask Steve if he can accompany you. The look on their faces when I walk in there with Captain America will be priceless! You thought to yourself.

    “FRIDAY? Where’s Steve?” You asked the system.

    “Captain Rogers is in the gym, Miss Y/L/N,” She replied.

    “Thank you,” You added and walked down to the gym. Just like you were said, Steve was hitting the punching bag. The muscles on his back were visible through his tight shirt. His blond hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat.

    “Steve,” You called.

    He turned and smiled at you, “Hi Y/N.”

    You waltzed towards him, “Stevie Wonder, Stevie boy, Steve baby.” You poked his firm chest at each ridiculous nickname you gave him.

    He had an amusing look on his face, “What is it?”

    “So listen,” You patted his chest one more time before drawing your attention towards his face. “I have this family reunion coming up next week and my mother is expecting me to walk in with a significant other, so I was hoping you could go with me.” You smiled widely.

    Steve raised his eyebrows, he looked surprised and flattered at the same time. A small blush rose on his cheeks, “Y/N, I’d love to, really I would, but I’m busy next week. Upcoming mission with Sam.”

    You groaned, “Sam was my second choice.”

    He laughed, “Sorry Y/N. If you asked me sooner, maybe I could’ve gone.”

    “My mother called me this morning, it was all news to me too,” You paused. “Alright gotta find another date.”

    “Ask Tony,” He asked, though it came out like a sarcastic comment.

    “Tony is old enough to be my dad,” You said.

    “And I’m old enough to be your grandpa,” He joked.

    “Right you are there, gramps. But no, my family thinks I’m Tony’s secretary so it would be a bit questionable to be dating your boss,” You explained as you left the gym. The doors slid shut behind you.

    “Okay,” You said aloud. “Steve is out, so is Sam, Tony definitely.” You gasped. “Thor!”

    You went in search for Thor and found him in the lounge area. Mjolnir sat on the coffee table in front of him. Thor was balancing a book in one hand and using his free hand to hold a Poptart. His blond locks were pulled into a bun. His eyes narrowed down at his book. He looked so concentrated that you almost didn’t want to interrupt him.

    “Hey Thor,” You greeted.

    “Lady Y/N!” he looked up and bellowed.

    “Just Y/N, remember? Whatcha reading?” You asked and plopped down on the couch next to him.

    “A very interesting book, lots of death,” He smiled and showed you the cover of a book you didn’t recognize. “Hey Thor, I have this family thing coming up and I was wondering if you could go with me. It’s next week.” You said hopeful.

    “I have Asgardian business to take care of,” He replied. “But why would you need me to go? Does your family want to see a real life Asgardian god?”

    “Kind of. They’re just having high hopes of me being in a relationship. Considering the fact that all my other siblings and cousins are married, dating someone or engaged. I am the only single cousin that I know of.”

    “Just tell your parents the truth. Say ‘Mother, Father, I have no one.’” Thor smiled and shrugged. “Simple as that.”

    “You don’t get it, Thor, I can’t say that.” You whined and buried your head in a pillow.

    “I’ll never understand your Midgardian ways,” He frowned.

    Your shoulders slumped once again, you stood up and left.

    The rest of the day you asked everyone who was a worthy candidate. Natasha said that she was busy of course. She was going on that mission with Steve. Wanda didn’t feel comfortable to be around so many unknown people. Pietro would not go anywhere without his sister because he didn’t want to leave her alone. You didn’t want to ask Vision because you knew he’d say no and you’re convinced he has a thing for Wanda.

    You slid down in the chair and mumbled miserably to yourself. You had checked off everyone on the list. No one could go. You banged your head against the island as you tried to come up with another plan.

    “Hey Y/N,” Bucky entered the kitchen.

    It’s as if the gods spoke to you and brought Bucky to you. How could you forget him! He’s your last hope.

    “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You clung onto him.

    He gave you an alarmed look, “Y/N.”

    “Bucky, I have a family reunion coming up and my mom and pretty much everyone is expecting me to go with someone. A spouse, of course, and I don’t have one. I already asked Steve and he’s going on a mission with Sam and Natasha. Thor can’t go because he has Asgardian business. Tony is my boss. Clint has a wife. Wanda can’t go because she doesn’t feel comfortable and Pietro doesn’t want to leave her alone. I can’t take Vision because everyone will flip their shit when I show up with Robot Jesus. I’m freaking out because you’re my only hope and I completely forgot about you and if you can’t go I’m gonna be doomed. I’ll be the butt of everyone’s joke and I don’t like being the butt, Bucky.”

    “Y/N,” Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little. “You’re talking so fast and so much.”

    You breathed, “Sorry, I’m just freaking out!”

    “Calm down,” He said. “When is it?”

    “Next week,” You replied.


    “Back home in California.”

    He nodded, “I’ll do it.”

    You perked up, “Really?”

    He nodded once again and smiled, “Can’t be too bad? It’ll be fun, besides. I’ve been stuck in here for too long doing nothing good. Also, I’ve always wanted to go to the west coast.”

    You squealed and threw your arms around him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated. “You saved my ass.”

    “I think I’m gonna be doing plenty of that these next few days.”

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    The Power of Confession - Part One (teaser)

    Pairings: AU!Priest!Sam x Reader

    Summary: After years away the church your mother coerces you into taking her seat on the fundraising committee at Saint Mary of the Immaculate Conception, where Sam is a Priest. 

    Words: 1100+

    Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

    Warnings: talk of sex, language, smut in second part. 

    The Cathedral of Saint Mary of the Immaculate Conception rises above you in all its gothic revival glory. You jog up the front steps, checking the watch at your wrist and scurrying after you mother.

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    calfreezy - yoga challenge

    REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

    “Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

    Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

    “Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

    “Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

    “Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

    Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

    “My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

    He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

    “Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

    “Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

    “Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

    His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

    “A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

    “Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

    I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

    “We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

    “Where do you want me?”

    “Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

    “That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

    I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

    “Well that was simple, what next?”

    “Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

    “Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

    “Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

    “On top, right.”

    He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

    “I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

    A laugh fell from my lips.

    “Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

    “Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

    “I did it! I actually did it!”


    “Thanks, man.”

    As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

    “Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 


    “You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

    “You did two positions!”

    “Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

    Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

    “Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

    He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

    He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

    Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

    “Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”


    “Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

    “It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.


    “Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

    “Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

    Both boys laughed.

    “Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

    “Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

    “’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

    “There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

    “But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

    All three boys exchanged a look.

    Harry hated crying in front of people. And yet.

    “Harry, please, don’t do this,” Draco said. His voice was thick and tearful.

    It wasn’t his fault, he had to do this. He couldn’t let this go on the way it was. Harry clenched his hands into fists, shaky, always shaky lately. What was wrong with him? Draco loved him, he loved Draco, this wasn’t fair to either of them. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. He had to. He was going to hurt Draco, he wasn’t good enough. He’d never be good enough.

    “I have to. You understand, don’t you?”

    Draco shook his head. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, wiping away tears. His shoulders shuddered with his breathing and Harry felt a pang of guilt in his chest when a small sound escaped Draco’s lips.

    “Please, Draco. You have to understand. I can’t- I can’t do this anymore.”

    “I don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about! We were happy yesterday, we were happy this morning, and suddenly you just want to end it? What happened between then and now?”

    Draco looked up at him. His face was flushed red, blotchy. It made Harry’s throat ache. He swallowed. His mind felt overfull and empty at the same time, so many things racing about in his head and not one good enough to explain how he was feeling, why he was doing this. How much he hated himself, how he felt like he wasn’t good enough, how he would never be good enough for anybody— he didn’t deserve what Draco did to him. He didn’t deserve to be happy.

    “I can’t.” His voice was choked.

    (He wouldn’t cry, there was no way he was going to cry in front of Draco tonight. He wouldn’t make him feel guilty.)


    His name sounded like an accusation. Harry ran a hand through his hair, closed his eyes, tried to breathe even though all the air seemed to have been sucked from the room. He was so tired. He just wanted to disappear.

    “I’m fucking talking to you. You don’t get to blank out like that right now. Something is wrong, and you need to tell me what it is because I’m not just going to let this go. It’s been three years.” Draco spoke in that forceful voice, the one that always made Harry talk

    “I— fuck , Draco. I’m so sorry.”

    “That’s not an answer.” He softened a little, stepped closer, grabbed on to Harry’s wrists. “Take a breath.”

    Harry’s breathing stuttered, paused. He took a deep breath, and the room brightened and focused. He looked Draco in the eyes, then he let his gaze flicker away toward the door.

    “I’m not good enough for you. I just want you to be happy so I thought if I wasn’t here—“

    Draco cut him off. He grasped Harry’s wrists tighter. “Who told you that you don’t make me happy?”

    “Nobody, but I thought—"

    “Harry. Stop talking.”


    “Look at me.”

    He did. Draco’s eyes met his, certain and safe and jesus, Draco was everything he needed and he was trying to leave him. What was wrong with him?

    “You’re enough, okay? I’ll tell you every day if that’s what it takes for you to believe it. You’re enough. I love you.”


    “No. You’re not going to end this because of that. We’re going to work through this together, okay?”


    “You’re enough. You have always been enough.”

    Harry started to cry. Draco pulled him closer, against his chest. The smell of him filled Harry’s lungs and he clutched at Draco’s shirt, closed his eyes and breathed him in. He didn’t deserve this. Draco. But he was going to stay. He was going to stay.