i had to add the pairing tag

this shot of the joker pulling up his pants leg seems to imply that the white part of his feet is actually just bare skin, not fabric spats over a pair of dress shoes, as i had always assumed?? which means that the animated series joker has actually been wearing, like, kitten heeled pumps this entire time

theycallmeskizze  asked:

Can you give me a Villain! Rumlow going on dates with (kidnapping) Tony and the Team not being supportive even though he starts assisting Iron Man on the field and practically lives in the tower Maybe post CA:CW for the angst?

Brock and Tony? Why, of course, darling! I will always support this pairing!

Btw this is my 1000th Post!!! So of course I had to make it a little longer :) I even managed to add in some light bitter Sunday-ness, but I kept it very light, mostly just focused on Tony moving on. I think you should be able to enjoy this no matter how you stand on the CW fallout, but let me know if you disagree and I will tag it accordingly.

Also tagging @darkly-stark and @susieeslei because Brock and Tony.

It starts with one of Tony’s spur-of-the-moment decisions that always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between. The vote is still out on this particular one though.

Because Tony is seated in his favourite restaurant when he walks in–more like slams the doors open and pushes a startled waiter out of his way as he strides towards Tony’s nicely decorated table. And just as he’s been served his main course too.

For a long moment Tony blinks up at Brock Rumlow who is positively brimming with volatile determination, then looks back down at his plate. The food, as always, looks delicious.

“Why don’t you join me?” Tony blurts out before he can think better of it.

Rumlow stills, a flutter of what might have been confusion briefly flashing across his face.

“Please, sit down,” Tony gestures towards the unoccupied chair, having already decided to roll with this. He’s not been gutted yet, which can only be a good sign. “My treat of course.” He flashes his brightest smile and–much to his surprise, not that he’ll ever admit it–Rumlow does indeed sit down.

He looks as surprised as Tony which makes Tony feel better about this situation. Resisting the urge to gape–go with it, go with it, totally going with it–Tony turns and waves over the first waiter who crawls out from where he’s taken cover under a table.

“Could you get me another menu, please?” Tony asks with all the nonchalance his life as a public persona has trained into him. “Oh, and another whiskey.” He takes one look at Rumlow who is sort of glaring–or maybe that’s his normal expression, who knows–at the menu and adds, “Make that two.”

Rumlow spends most of the meal glaring daggers at anyone and anything unlucky enough to catch his attention. Tony spends most of the meal expecting a fight to break out any second.

The food is delicious though.


From one moment to the next the bar goes silent. It’s Tony’s first clue that something is wrong. The second is the slow, measured footsteps cutting through the silence, definitely, definitely heading in his direction. The third is the one everyone turns in their chairs to stare at him.

Tony refuses to turn around from where he’s sitting at the bar, slumped over an almost empty glass. There is probably a gun aimed at his head by now, but fuck if he cares.

It’s been a shit day long before lunch time got around. Tony is in no mood to entertain anyone, would-be killer or otherwise.

“Want a drink?” he asks, not bothering to look whom he’s offering it too.

Another moment of silence passes, before a familiar voice grumbles “You’re paying, Stark,” and well.

That’s how Tony finds himself sharing a drink with Brock Rumlow for the second time this month. It’s not as bad as it probably should be.


It wasn’t supposed to be a thing. Really. Tony doesn’t even realise it’s become a thing until the bartender at his standard I-want-to-disappear-and-not-have-anyone-talk-to-me-the-whole-time-I’m-there bar greets him with a “Your usual?” and fills two glasses.

The worst part is, when Rumlow slides into his seat next to Tony a couple of minutes later, he’s not even surprised.

It has definitely become a thing.


Tony likes to think he’s quite good at keeping his private and professional life separated–whether or not the evidence supports this statement is another matter.

In any case, despite Brock Rumlow’s unfortunate status as a villain, meeting up with the man semi-regularly for a drink and a long, surprisingly comfortable silence, has been uncomplicated. Almost suspiciously so. Tony has JARVIS on the look-out for any trap Rumlow might be trying to lay, but so far nothing has come from it.

Tony isn’t about to let his guard down, of course, but for the time being figuring out Rumlow’s hidden motives isn’t a top priority. He’s got more urgent problems. Like that giant, ball of a glibbering, highly corrosive mass currently eating away at this suit. His metal suit. At a disturbing pace. 

If Tony had still been able to move, it might not have been such a big problem. He probably could’ve gotten out of this whatever-it-is before the acid reached his fleshy parts. As it is, the suit is down. So is the communication. And Tony is effectively trapped.

It’s not the kind of death he would’ve wished for himself, but genius or not, he’s rapidly running out of time and options.

There is a sudden jolt, and then Tony is flying. He hits the ground hard a moment later, accompanied by a lot of creaks and cracks, the suit far too damaged to bear the weight of the fall the way he usually would.

His suit is little more than a deadweight still, dented and torn open in several places at this point, and it takes Tony a couple of minutes to bend the emergency release lash to his will. Literally. By the time he’s managed to free himself, the battle is finally over, and the rest of his team are looking for him.

Tony brushes them off with a quick and an easy smile. Just another near-death experience, hitting it close but not too close. He’s getting used to that. It’s not a big deal.

Later that night, Tony has JARVIS pull up any and all surveillance data on the fight. Until he finds the hooded figure reaching into the corrosive goo and pulling him out. Until he identifies the gait, the self-made claw-like conceptions used to drag him free.

He deletes all the evidence moments later, a pensive frown on his face.

Two days later Tony buys Brock Rumlow another drink. Neither of them mention the last Avengers’ mission.


There’s a dirty spot on the bar, right next to a small bowl of cashews. Tony would know. He’s been staring at it for the past seventeen minutes. At least it hasn’t moved.

A drink is set down in front of him with a soft click. His usual order. Except he’s never been to this place before.

Tony turns around, only to come face to face with Brock Rumlow.

Absently, Tony notes that he’s not even surprised.

Still. He raises a questioning eyebrow.

There’s no ‘Sorry your team is broken beyond repair’ or ‘Must have sucked to get back from a Siberian bunker without a functional suit, how’d you do it?’ or even ‘Fine mess, those Accords, huh? How’re you holding up?’.

All Tony gets is a non-committed shrug, and a grumbled, “Figured it’s my turn to pay the tab.”

Somehow, it’s enough.


There’s another mutant kid running around midtown, that wants the world to pay for all the unfulfilled hopes and crushed dreams, for all the times it was scorned and abandoned and left behind.

Tony can relate. He refuses to stand by and let it happen all the same.

Vision and Spiderman are slowly finding their rhythm in a fight, but the Avengers–what’s left of them–don’t hold the same kind of power they used to anymore.

When Crossbones joins the fray, Tony finds himself hoping he won’t have to fight on two fronts. It’s the first time in a while that his hopes are met.


Officially Tony can’t turn Crossbones’ help down, whenever Rumlow feels like offering. It burns, just a bit, even now, that for all that it presents a convenient excuse, it’s also true.

Rhodey is recovering, but it’s a slow process, and three players in the field aren’t enough. Especially when you’re on the defence and have civilians to protect.

Unofficially working with Rumlow isn’t bad, not that Tony would ever admit such a thing. Maybe he’s a little too fond of violence sometimes, a little too careless when it comes to collateral damage, but he works well with the team–are they a team yet, when Tony can’t ever bring himself to refer to them as such?–and hasn’t let them down yet.

After one of their less destructive skirmishes, Tony hands Rumlow a transmitter for one of their frequencies–not the official one of course. It’s as close to an induction as they get, with the UN committee for inter- and extra-national security watching them closely.


Rumlow settles a lot of their shared tabs these days.

He pays. 

Tony used to check. He hasn’t bothered in a while.


The first time Rumlow kidnaps Tony is right after a gruesome battle that almost costs Spiderman his life. He just–takes Tony.

Once Spidey is confirmed to be alive and well, Tony doesn’t even have the strength to fight him anymore.

It’s not as bad as it could have been. There are no evil lairs, to terrified minions, no threats. There’s just a beach–Tony has forgotten how much he missed it, the crashing waves, the smell of salt and water, the wind–no people as far as Tony can see, except for them. They drink iced coffee, and kick sand at each other’s feet, and Rumlow never comments on the fact that Tony doesn’t go deeper than ankle-height into the water.

The public is freaking out. General Ross is frothing at the mouth. Spidey sends a ‘Back at school now will you stop having FRIDAY set my alarm already?’ text, followed by a lot of glaring emojis. 

Rumlow hands him a virgin Pina Colada.

Tony hasn’t felt this warm since Siberia.


They come back eventually. His former team mates. It was always going to happen, Tony knows. Eventually. He’s been preparing for this day from the beginning, perhaps even before they ever fought at that German airport.

Doesn’t mean Tony is ready when it finally happens.

Rumlow isn’t there when the plane touches the ground. Tony grits his teeth together and smiles for the cameras.


Working together again, the new Avengers side by side with the old ones, goes about as smoothly as you would expect. Which is to say not at all. They’re out of sync, and it becomes painfully obvious the first time they’re sent out together how much it affects them in the field.

They win. Barely.

Tony sends Spidey home before Rogers even has the chance to announce a recap. He doesn’t want the kid around when the shouting starts, and there will be shouting. All of them are too frustrated with their less than stellar performance for a calm, rational discussion.

At least, Tony assumes they are. He’s never gets the chance to find out for sure. Because that’s when Crossbones shows up.

With minions. A lot of minions.

It takes Tony approximately fifteen seconds to work out that they’re a distraction. It takes the rest of the definitely-not-a-team half a minute longer.

By that point, it’s already too late: Crossbones and Iron Man have disappeared without a trace.


“You can’t keep kidnapping me every time I’m–” Tony trails off. Can’t quite bring himself to say the unspoken ‘about to be alone with them’ out loud. 

It would reveal too much. Acknowledge too much. Tony isn’t very good at acknowledging what he doesn’t want to be true. Or what he wants too much to be true, for that matter.

“I’m a villain,” Brock–he’s been Brock for a while now, and Tony still isn’t sure whether he likes that or not–snorts disdainful. “I can do whatever I want.”

There’ll be a lot of screaming later. A lot of accusations and rumours and arguments. Of that Tony has no doubt.

He leans a little closer with a teasing smile all the same. “Oh?” He hums thoughtfully. “And what is it you want right now?”


The world is a mess. The Avengers are broken beyond repair. Crossbones loves violence a little too much. Brock has a nice smile.

Tony is warm.


Tony Stark’s spur-of-the-moment decisions always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between. 

Sometimes, on rare occasions, they are both.

Please let me know what you think, guys! Have you boarded this particular rare pair ship yet?

Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part One

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Pairing: Gaston x OC

Warnings: None

A/N: I know I say this every single time I write someone new, but he was hard to pin down! I definitely went off the live action version, as I felt he had this vulnerable, sweet side to him that appeared once in a while. IDK. Part two isn’t written yet, but I’ll get there. In the meantime, enjoy


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Part Two

There was a place near the western end of the village where you could see the sunset perfectly. A place where the houses and shops petered off and there was nothing but a deep, green valley with purple, snow capped mountains in the distance. From there, I could watch as the sky turned a miraculous shade of dusty pink and the sun sank lower and lower beneath the horizon. Stars would then slowly emerge to replace its light. I never got tired of watching. Some people would scoff and say, ‘once you’ve seen one sunset, you’ve seen them all’. But that wasn’t true at all. Each one was different. Maybe only subtly so, but still. The colors were never quite the same. Which maybe explained why I was having such a hard time capturing it in paint or chalk.

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Old Flames, New Sparks - Epilogue

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N-Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Jensen Ackles, JJ Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki

Pairing: Danneel x Reader x Jensen, Jared x Gen

Warnings: 6 year time jump, babies (yep that’s a warning - ask Jensen :P)    

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: I didn’t plan on this until I was writing part 8. I guess I weren’t completely ready to let them go but this will be the very last part of this series. Thanks to all you have followed it :D

This series is written for my free square in @spnpolybingo

Thanks to my amazing lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this series for me.


You were sitting on the floor with JJ in the pillow fort the two of you had build while being home alone for a few hours. You were aware that to most it would seem odd you had shared this new with your 3 year old daughter before her other two parents, but you and JJ always had a special connection. Biologically she wasn’t your daughter, but that didn’t matter to you. Or to JJ, Jensen, or Danneel for that matter. No matter what law or biology said you would always be family. Family was about who you loved after all and the four of you, soon to be 6, had plenty of that to go around.

“So it will be twins?” JJ frowned slightly as she tried to understand the news you had just shared with her. You couldn’t help but laugh at her child logic, pulling her into your lap.

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Fragments - Part 7

Word Count: 8219 (yikes)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Canon divergence

A/N: I can’t add any new tags and I’ve had to abandon the Fragments series tag list, but if you follow/turn on post notifications for @torn-and-frayed-writes you won’t miss an update. All updates will be reblogged over there right after they’re posted here. 

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“Um, Dean, why are you getting in the back seat?” The three of you had just come out of the woods after another hunt. It seemed you’d been marathon hunting lately, not that you cared. It actually seemed to help keep your mind off everything. You enjoyed it.

“Decided to let Sammy drive for awhile. Thought I’d sit back here with you.” Dean shrugged. “Are you not ok with that?”

“I’m fine with it, unless you’re back here to gloat about killing Hitler some more because if you are I’m gonna throw you into traffic.” Sam’s laughter reverberated through the car but Dean didn’t find you at all funny.

“Killing Hitler is kind of a big deal, Y/N.” Dean grumbled. “You could show some more gratitude. Especially since I saved your ass from some Nazis too.”

“I know. I was there.” You rolled your eyes as Sam started up the car and started driving away. “But you really, really don’t need to tell me about it another thousand times. I got it.”

“Geez. Testy much?” You shot Dean a glare and he held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry.”

“It’s so good to have you back.” Sam chuckled.

“Aw, thanks Sam.” You giggled. “Someone has to keep your brother’s ego in check.”

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Hey Angel - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Pairing: (Parent!)Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: fluff

HI, this is the first fic in my new series of fics based on the titles of Made in the AM. If you would like to read the rest of the fics as I post them, send me a message and I can add you to my tag list.

Most of the time, you didn’t find it hard to see how you were quite possibly the luckiest woman alive.

Not only did you have an extremely loving husband, he was also one of the biggest celebrities on the planet. While this had some downsides, it also meant you lived an extremely blessed life, traveling the world and being as far from financial worry as one could possibly be. But the thing you were most grateful for was not the lifestyle you lived, but your own beautiful baby daughter, Rosie, who was just six months of age.

However, at 3 am, once again being the one to get up to soothe your daughter’s howling, you did not feel as lucky as you truly were.

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Great Chemistry (Part 1)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2,560

Warnings: None, fluff

A/N: I really hope you guys like it! My goal is to post once a week (School makes it hard to post every day). The tagging list will be open all day today, so send in an ask and I’ll add you to it!! Here you go! Aaaaah

You can’t believe that this is really happening. Never did you think you would actually get to experience this moment so soon…and with the one person you fantasized about so often. 

Just two months ago you had gone in for an audition to be cast as a supporting role in a new major action film. Having gone through the process so many times and come out disappointed, you kept your hopes low. You gave it all you got and it went fairly smooth compared to the others, but still you tried not to get too overly excited about it.

Imagine your surprise just two days later when you got a phone call from one of the producers saying that you had gotten the part. 

“We know that you auditioned for another role, but we think you’re perfect for the female lead.” The male voice came through the receiver.

The female lead. They want me to be the female lead?! You screamed inside your head. You couldn’t believe it and almost fainted without finishing the call.

You thanked them heavily, and practically passed out when you hung up the phone. You sat down on the couch for a solid 20 minutes in disbelief before calling your best friend and your parents, giving them the good news.

“This is it, honey! Your big break! I knew you could do it!” Your dad’s voice filled with such happiness.

And your best friend, Ingrid, freaked out and screamed in your ear for an entire minute making you have to hold the phone at a distance.

“My best friends is finally going to be a big movie star!” she announced to the world on the other end.

Sure, this wasn’t your first acting job by any means. You had started out as an extra in music videos, movies, and TV shows. When you knew that you had been on camera, you would make Ingrid watch whatever it was with you only to point at the bottom right corner of the screen where half of your face would be. And still, you would be ecstatic.

Then there were the commercials, and soon after that you started appearing in independent films. Nothing too big, or too good if you were to be completely honest, but it was the only way to get experience and to get noticed. All but one or two of the jobs were a dream to work on, because you were doing what you loved. Even the smallest job gave you enough hope to keep holding on despite the constant rejection from casting agents.
And it was all worth it.

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Picky Eater: Part 2

Inspired by this post by @pirate-patton

See Part 1 Here

Pairings: None

Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings:  Eating disorder, misunderstood acronym, panic attack, negative self-talk

Word Count: 1545

Author’s Note: I received so many requests for a continuation of this fic that I just had to add this final part.  Hope you enjoy   Also, I’ve started tagging my original fics on here #sidewritten so hopefully, they will be easier to find.

Virgil woke up on the couch in the living room.  Memories from right before his collapse came rushing back and the anxious side sat bolt-upright, heart pounding. Of course, the abrupt movement made his head go fuzzy and his vision swim which only added to his panic.  How did he get here?  There was yelling before he fell, they were mad at him.  He had to hide. He had to do something because now they knew he wasn’t getting better.  They knew…

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Hard To Love

I was listening to Lee Brice today, Hard To Love, and this happened. I was assured by @d-s-winchester that it wasn’t crap, so hope you like. Feedback is appreciated. Not beta’d, so apologies in advance if there are errors. 

Tis but a drabble, just under 600 words. 

Mentions of a hunt, death, angst a la Dean, fluff, 

Dean x Reader

Originally posted by pamelabarnes

Another hunt down. Another case closed. Another person that couldn’t be saved. Dean grabbed the closest bottle of whiskey and stomped down the hall. You sighed deeply, picking up the duffles he dropped and carried them to the laundry room. You would go to him, but knew he needed time so you busied yourself pretreating the blood stains and tossing what couldn’t be salvaged.

Checking the time, you slowly made your way back down the hall to your room, seeing the door ajar and Dean on the bed, his back to you.

‘Dean, please don’t push me away; don’t shut me out. I have told you before, I am not going anywhere; I will always be here with you and for you. Tell me what is going on in that head of yours, Babe,” you spoke softly to your boyfriend of three years, your friend for longer than that. Dean had his back turned to the door, shoulders slumped as he sat on the bed you have shared since finding the Bunker.

“I am insensitive, I have a tendency to pay more attention to the things that I need. Sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I don’t know why you stay with me. I’m hard to love, Y/N,” Dean’s voice broke as he spoke and his shoulders fell even more.  

“Baby, you are not insensitive. Yes, maybe you drink too much, but so do I, so does every hunter we know. Dean, you test me in the best ways possible and I trust you with my life, just like I know you trust me with yours,” you placed a hand reassuringly on his shoulder, pulling slightly until he turned toward you.

“I am a short fuse, I am a wrecking ball, crashing into your heart like I do. You’re like a Sunday morning full of grace and full of Jesus and I wish that I could be more like you. I’m hard to love, Y/N,” his eyes filled with unshed tears, waiting for the final push over the edge.

“Hey, you listen to me Dean Winchester. You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. Without you, I would be lost or most likely dead. I need you and you need me; we need each other. And you are not hard to love; loving you is the easiest thing in the world. Do you hear me?” your voice rose just the slightest until you knew you had his attention.

“You say that you need me. I don’t deserve it, but I love that you love me. You’ve given me a million second chances and I don’t ever wanna take you for granted. I’m just a man,” his voice trailed off.

“You are not just a man. You are a hero, Dean. We save the people that need saving and no, we can’t save everyone. But you are more than all that; you are mine and you make me the luckiest girl in the world,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling his head to your chest, comforting him like he had done for you so many times before.

“I couldn’t do it if I stood where you stood, Y/N” Dean whispered. “But thank you for staying. Thank you for loving me,” Dean pulled back and gazed into your eyes.

“We are quite the pair aren’t we?” you laughed, looking down into his eyes, red rimmed and shining with tears. You swiped a thumb across each cheek, wiping them away. “I am not going anywhere.”

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Do You Have To Do That? (5/?)

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader (This will probably turn into a Steve x Reader)

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

(Sorry this has taken me so long with writing this!! I hit a major writer block with it till last night. I’m about to start part 6 for this today)

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“Hey.” His voice echoes off the empty pool, your head jerks up looking behind you. Steve is leaning in the door way, the pool lights reflecting off him and the shadows playing making him look mysterious in the half light and shadows.

“Hi.” You smile before looking down at your legs that had turned to tail, when you placed your feet in the water. You had been there for a while, watching the city below through the glass walls. You hadn’t heard Steve come in, feeling awkward and out of place suddenly.

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But Why?

Pairing: Cas x Reader
Words:  870
Requested by @legend-o-zelda:  Request for maybe lots of Castiel angst/fluff? Say..he finds out reader has depression. Sees some scars. Then the usual confused Castiel pops in, asking tons of questions? If not its fine <3 love your blog! 

Warning: depression (I didn’t add in the scars)

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          You hadn’t gotten yourself out of bed in a couple of days. Sam and Dean were on a hunt. You had opted out, claiming to not be feeling your best and not wanting to drag the two of them down.

           But once they left the bunker, you had just curled into bed and didn’t move. Didn’t do anything. Didn’t eat. Or get water. Didn’t want to. Didn’t feel like taking care of yourself. Didn’t feel like being, really.

           “Y/N?” Cas’s voice took you by surprise. You hadn’t prayed to him and you didn’t expect him to just pop him.

           “Yeah, Cas?” you asked, not looking at him.

           “Sam and Dean said you weren’t feeling well. I came to heal you so you feel better,” he said.

           “I don’t think you can heal me, Cas,” you said softly.

           “What? Why?” he asked.

           “It’s just not that simple,” you said, “Just go help Sam and Dean. Keep them safe on the hunt.”

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Save Yourself - Four (End)

Summary: After escaping King’s Landing, your and Jaime’s future was brighter than ever.

Words: 692

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: So this was the last part to this, I hope you enjoy it! :) Be sure to add yourself to my GoT taglist or send me an ask if you want to be tagged in future GoT fics! Leave some feedback!

Masterpost   AO3

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Little Mouse ~Smutty September~

Prompt: Make a fiction with the Kai AU, (I decided to add smut.)

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Warning: Just some smut with Kai Parker. TAGGED: @smileybear17 @geminioriginalsimagines @khadija456fire @sapphire2489 @yui-miyuka @xrevupthisharleyx

Word Count: 1k(I think)

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Do You Have To Do That? part 4

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader (This will probably turn into a Steve x Reader)

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

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Originally posted by mysharona1987

“How did you become Spider-Man?” You grab his hand pulling him to his feet, he complies with ease. “Hand on my waist.” His hand slips around your waist as you start to make him dance with you.

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Double Date

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,126

Author’s Note: So sorry for the long hiatus! I needed a break to catch up from the Sebtember whirlwind, but I’m back. Enjoy this fluff piece :)

PS. Something happened to my computer last week and thus, my computer had been wiped. I lost my doc for my tag list, so I’m sorry if I left you off the list! Please message or send me an ask specifying which tag list you’d like to be on (All fics, Bucky fics, Steve fics) and I’ll add you back to the list!

Originally posted by mcavoys

“Sam, I said no,” you rolled your eyes as you reached into the top cabinet to grab some peanut butter for your sandwich, your feet shuffling lightly against the marbled flooring.

“C’mon, why not?” he chased after you with urgency.

You spun around to face him, a peanut butter jar in your hand, and came face to face with his pleading doe eyes. “You know why,” you mumbled.

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The Stand-In Part 3

A/N: Here’s part three. It isn’t quite what I was expecting, but it felt right when I was writing it. So this is what I’m going with! Enjoy! If you’d like to be tagged in it, shoot me a message or comment on a part and I’ll add you to my list!

Pairing: Firefighter!DeanXReader

Word count: 2680

Warnings: None for this part

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The week couldn’t have gone by any slower, and she watches the clock in her living room nervously as it strikes four thirty.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t start to get ready before five. Any earlier than that and she’d be ready and waiting for Dean to pick her up.

And she has had enough waiting for one week.

Every single day at work was torturous, and the hours spent with her favorite axolotls barely even made up for it.

She’s anxious. It’s been a whole five days since she’s seen the man that is Dean Winchester.

Five days.

God, she sounds like a lovesick puppy when she puts it that way.

She fiddles around on her phone for a while, trying to pass the time until she finally gets to see him again. She runs through her social media apps and plays a few games that don’t really hold her interest.

It makes for slow going, but eventually she makes it to four forty-five.

She decides “to hell with it” and heads for her room to pull on the jean shorts and tank top she has deemed worthy of being first date material. She’s wearing her favorite black underwear and bra set, the ones she usually wears for good luck.

For anyone else, she’d wear a dress, maybe do some makeup. But Dean had specifically told her that they’d be outside and it would be hot, that she shouldn’t worry about makeup.

It didn’t really matter anyways, he had seen her without it at IHOP when they first met. If he didn’t leave at that, then she should be good.

But he didn’t say anything about hair, and she isn’t sure if she should wear it down or put it up. For the outdoors, she considers wearing it in a ponytail, but nothing else seems like first date clothes.

Maybe wearing it down would be better?

Or would Dean even care?

Her phone chimes a message from him, the tone letting her know that it was him and no one else.

Hey, I’m gonna call real quick. Is that okay?

Deciding not to draw the text conversation out, she presses call on her own whim and holds her phone up, looking into her mirror.

She has a flush to her cheeks that hasn’t been there in a long time, her excitement and nervousness staining her cheeks. She draws her bottom lip between her lip and gives a sultry look, wondering if she should try it on him during their date.

“Hi,” she says once she hears him pick up. She’s giddy, excited beyond belief.

“Hey,” he says, his tone telling her immediately that something was wrong. Her smile falls, but she’s determined not to jump to any conclusions.

“What’s up?” she asks nervously while clipping a necklace around her neck that matched her shirt. “I’m getting ready now.”

He should be here to pick her up in less than an hour, and she doesn’t want him to have to wait on her.

“Actually, about that,” he says, and she pauses while reaching for her favorite ring, her other good luck charm. The panties and bra could only do so much, and she felt like she might need the extra luck tonight.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, waiting for his response.

“I know this is super shitty of me to do, but I got called into work and I’m on my way in now. Can we move our date to tomorrow?” he asks, and her face falls.

“Oh,” she whispers, her stomach sinking.

They hadn’t even had a real, planned date and he was already backing out? Maybe she came off as too clingy with her text this morning stating her excitement for their date?

“Yeah, that’s fine. No big deal,” she says, but even she can hear the lie in her own voice.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart,” he sounds truly sorrowful through the phone, and she bites the inside of her cheek. “I’m not even on call but the team is off on one serious call, and we just got another major one and a lot of us got called in.”

“No, it’s okay,” she swallows the disappointment down. “It’s work, it’s important to you. I don’t want to stand in the way of that.

“Thank you so much for understanding. I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow with our date,” he says, and she has to struggle to make out her next words.

“Okay. I guess I’ll see you then,” she whispers, saying her goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

She looks at herself in the mirror and has to hold back tears as she takes off her necklace.

It was just a stupid date being rescheduled, why was she getting so emotional about it?

It was a stupid date with a guy she barely even knew for a week, at that. It shouldn’t be very big of a deal.

But damn it, her chest hurts.

The one guy that she really feels something with just postponed their date, the only thing that’s gotten her through this hell of a week, for work.

Where the hell does he even work that’s so important anyways?

He never did say, just that he worked all week and was supposed to be off for the weekend.

As she looks at herself in the mirror, she’s glad that she made herself wait to get ready. She doesn’t want to think how she would feel if she’d been ready and waiting for hours beforehand, only to be skipped out on.

Her stomach grumbles, a reminder that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet as she was waiting for their date.

Angrily, she pulls off her clothes and pulls on the big oversized shirt that she usually sleeps in.

She meanders to the kitchen and grabs some comfort food to make up for her horrible luck and then ventures to the living room.

If she can’t have a date with him, then she’ll just have a date with her television instead.

Even as she thinks that, she realizes how stupid and miserable it sounds.

She flips on the television and finds the end of a cooking show playing, so she decides to leave it there, too upset to bother with changing it.

As she eats her chocolate bar, she looks to her phone and debates sending Dean a text telling him not to bother tomorrow, that if work was more important than something they’d planned then maybe it wouldn’t work out.

Besides, it was better to see this early than be in a relationship with him and see him prioritize work over her more often.

She decides against it because she knows that she’s angry, and once she sent something like that she wouldn’t be able to take it back.

And, after all, she didn’t know what exactly his job was. He could be a doctor for all she knew, and him not going in would kill people.

She finishes one show and is about halfway through another when she flips the channel on the remote accidentally with her elbow when she moves to lay down.

Pictures of a burned house greet her vision, and she frowns at it sadly. It looked like it had burned a good bit, but not the whole thing. It would cost a lot in repairs, if they even tried to save it.

A news reporter stands in front of the wreckage, her black hair in a carefully manicured bob.

“Reporting live from Lawrence, this is Katia Desmond from Triple I with local firefighter Dean Winchester, who has just helped to put out the fire. Dean, can you give us any comments about what happened here?” the female news reporter asks, turning her microphone from herself to a man that looked extremely familiar.

He’s in a full fireman’s uniform, his face dirty and his green eyes tired as he looked to Katia. He’s holding his helmet against his hip his hair wet with sweat.

His posture is one of annoyance, like he would rather be anywhere else than talking to this reporter.

“The man was an alcoholic and got in a fight with his wife. Lit the place on fire to prove a point,” Dean’s voice cuts through her television screen.

She bites her lip as she hears him speak. God, it’s only been an hour or so since she last heard it and it makes her breathless.

“Was anyone injured in the fire?” Katia asks, looking back to the fire a good ways behind them.

“No, both of the residents were lucky to be escorted out before it got too bad,” Dean answers curtly. “We stopped it before it spread anywhere, too.”

Her stomach sinks with regret as she listens to him speak.

She had been angry with him for ditching her when there was a serious emergency that required his attention.

She felt bad now, especially for being so upset. This was something out of his hands, and people’s lives were at stake. Of course he’d prioritize them over her, and he should.

“And is there anything else you’d like to say?” Katia asks, and she turns the microphone back to Dean.

“Yeah, actually,” Dean says, his voice hardening. “I’d like everyone to look at the scene behind us. This, everything that happened, was completely unnecessary.”

He looks back to the camera, and she feels as though Dean is looking right at her.

“Think about this, how unnecessary it was. Now think about the people that have to deal with this,” he says in that same tone of voice. “Some of us have lives outside of this job. Some of us had plans, plans that we’ve been looking forward to for a long time. So before you get wasted and light your entire house on fire, think about the people that have to deal with your actions. Think about how they’re giving up their time for you. Trust me, some of us have much more important things they could be doing.”

Her chest tightens with his words. Her throat constricts, and she finds it difficult to breath for a second as he gives a hard stare into the camera.

Finally, he hands the microphone back to Katia, giving her a nod before turning to return to the rest of the men who were waiting for his interview to finish.

“And… those have been some… heartfelt words from Mr. Dean Winchester, of our local fire department. I’m Katia Desmond, and this has been your Flash Update,” with those final words, the screen goes to commercial.

She watches the screen for a few moments, wondering how she could be so angry at something that she didn’t have all the full pieces to. She feels terrible for having misjudged Dean and his simple request to reschedule.

With her heart heavy in her chest, she turns the television off and stares at the black screen for a moment before collecting her trash and food. She makes her way to the kitchen and discards of what she can, and saves the rest in the refrigerator.

And then she finds her feet trudging to her room, where she sits down on her bed with a heavy sigh.

She rubs the blanket at the edge of her bed for a moment before she falls back onto her pillows, staring at her ceiling for long moments.

Her phone rings at some point, and she lets it. She doesn’t want to talk to him right now, not when she feels so guilty for being mad at him when she totally shouldn’t have been.

Finally, she crawls under her covers and stares at her phone’s screen, looking at the missed call from Dean.

A message pops up, and she reads it before her screen goes black in her hands.

I know you’re probably angry and don’t want to talk to me right now, and I’m angry at myself for putting something else over you. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.

Her stomach twists with his message, and she feels her eyes well with tears. Now here he was apologizing for something that wasn’t even his fault.

She sets her phone down and closes her eyes, hoping that sleep will take her and she can use the silly excuse that she had fallen asleep as a reason for not texting him back.

But sleep won’t come easily, and hours later she finds herself watching the black shadows of her room as they stand unmoving.

She unlocks her phone, checking the time.

One twenty in the morning.

She opens his message and reads it again, exhaling softly before shooting back one of her own.

It’s okay.

She hopes that he’s asleep, that he won’t see her message until in the morning when everything will be a fresh, new day.

But seconds after her message shoots across, she receives another.

What are you doing still awake?

Her stomach twists, and she sighs before typing out a response. He must still be upset, but he isn’t showing it.

I can’t sleep.

Me either.

She types out a text and then deletes it, knowing that she really shouldn’t send it. She bites her lip and finds herself typing it once more before pressing send.

Come over?

His response is nearly instantaneous.

Right now?

Yeah. I can’t sleep, and I miss you. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all week.

Text me your address and I’ll be there in just a minute.

Her heart jolts, and she sends him the message before setting her phone down and clasping her hands over her face.

Was he really coming to visit her at this hour?

He didn’t even hesitate, not a single “Maybe another time” or “I’ll see you tomorrow anyways, though.”

Her phone chimes, and his message makes her smile for the first time in a few hours.

I’ll be there in ten.

She can’t believe it. He’s coming over at one twenty in the morning because…

Because she asked him to.

That’s it, just because she asked him to. Not even to get lucky or because she had a nightmare or something else.

She swallows the lump in her throat and jumps when she hears a knock on her door.

She races to it and throws the door open, hugging him tightly as he stepped through the threshold to her house.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart,” he breathes, holding her tightly as he kissed the top of her head. “I just-”

“I saw the news, Dean, it’s okay,” she states into his chest, smelling his thick scent of leather and some special musk that she can’t place but is what she imagines heaven to smell like. “I’m sorry I was so upset by it. You have a really important job, and I shouldn’t have been mad. I feel really bad about it.”

He exhales heavily and then pulls away to look at her, brushing some hair behind her ear.

“Come lay down with me?” she requests, and he smiles the tiniest smile before nodding. She takes his hand and leads him to her room, where she feels the slightest hint of flush creep into her face.

She just invited him into her bed. And she didn’t feel the slightest hint of regret about it.

She crawls in quietly and gestures him over. He climbs in behind her and she turns to face him, looking up to his gaze.

“Is this… Is this moving too fast?” she finally asks, frowning.

“It should be, but I don’t think so,” he answers, lightly grazing her cheek with his fingers. “It feels right.”

“It feels different with you than it did with other people,” she admits, looking to him with a shy smile. “Maybe it’s a sign.”

“Maybe,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest. I’ve been thinking of some things we can do tomorrow.”

“Dean?” she whispers, leaning into him as she closed her eyes.

“Hm?” he hums, looping an arm around her waist.

“Thank you for coming over.”


Part 4

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Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader (This will probably turn into a Steve x Reader)

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

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You checked your reflection in the elevator doors, taking a deep breath you smoothed a hand over your nude colored dress, it clung to you in a form fitting way that was new and exciting to you. You ran your hand through your wavy (Y/H/C) hair, your bracelets clinking together as they slide down your arm, checking your deep red lipstick, admiring your handy work on your gold eye shadow and winged eyeliner. Tony told you to dress to impress, joining the team was something you weren’t expecting, but when Fury and Stark approached you about it you just couldn’t say no.

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FFXV - Kitty!Au - Ravus


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Note: If you no longer wish to be tagged, please tell me, I won’t be offended! ♥

You had called a local breeder in the area, as you were looking to add a specific breed of cat to your life. A chocolate point siamese. There was just something about how regal they looked that you had to have one, and you figured the boys and Iris wouldn’t mind.

They mentioned they had a pair, siblings - but one was damaged goods.

You frowned. “I’ll take them both.”

“Are you sure, he’s not…”

“I said, I will take them both.”

Angrily ending the call you huffed. “Damaged goods…. We’ll see about that.”

You rushed over to the breeder’s home, and gently scooped the pair of siblings up, knowing they would work well with your Clowder.

“Come on beauties, let’s go home.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recs when it comes to the parents of Riverdale?? They're just as compelling if not more than the kids, IMO, but you don't see as much fanfic about them.

Hello lovely anon!!! I do have some recs for you. I still intend to do a longer recs post one day, but a Riverparents fic rec request was specialized enough that I could knock it out quickly-ish.

A few notes before we begin:

  1. This is not an exhaustive list, merely what I had bookmarked and/or what was easy to find. I KNOW I’ve left some good ones out accidentally. Feel free to reblog and add your faves!
  2. I’ve also included some that, even though I liked them, might not turn out to be to your taste. YMMV; each to their own; à chacun son goût. 
  3. While not everything here is explicit or even sexy, this is definitely a NSFW rec list. Mind the tags. Self-select wisely. 


@bewareoftrips - Children of the Revolution is a delight, you guys. Each chapter of this Riverparents high school-era fic focuses on a different character/pairing. So far we have Mary and Fred, Alice and Hal, and Hermione and Fred (and Hiram). Great stuff. 

Fred Andrews

If you want to read about Fred, you should be reading anything and everything by @fredheads AKA jugheadjones.

There’s current WIP (and totally safe for work!) Riverdale High’s Last Annual Father-Daughter Winter Flingin which Fred escorts Veronica to the titular dance and chaos ensues;

hands over the ears of my heart which is Fred and Hermione processing their shared past and discussing parenthood; 

guess that we were too much of the same kindwhich features Fred recovering and thinking about the past (lots of Andrews family feels here); 

what looks like will be an entire collection of fics about the Riverparents’ senior year and 

sometimes wonder what’s beneath the mess you’ve become - which is Fred/Alice, featuring baseball and nostalgia on a hot summer’s day (don’t fight me on this, just enjoy it!)

One of my other favorite Fred fics that is also a Bughead fic is @zombiekittez - Can’t Fall If You Don’t Climb - which has (extremely touching) pre-canon elements and thus glimpses of Fred and Mary in happier times.

Plaid Dads (FP/Fred)

@nimmieamee - You Can’t Disparage (which is also Fred/Hermione) - a positively delightful confection of snark and tropes (”marriage of convenience” and “switched at birth” to be precise)

AdamantSteve’s The Shaggin’ Wagon - probably the first FP/Fred fic I ever read, involving these two on a road trip as senior year comes to an end 

@fredheadsnice day for a white wedding is more of Fred’s recovery, but as seen through FP’s eyes 

doctorkaitlyn’s stages of healing, in which Fred is into FP’s scars.

Snakeparents! (FP/Alice)

@yavannies‘ one-shot Alice is required reading for this pairing, as well as for just a brilliant Alice Cooper character study, and for high school Riverparents dynamics in general. 

punk_rock_yuppie’s This War is Crazy (i won’t let you down) - New mother Alice heads to the South Side after a fight with Hal. This one is 100% headcanon for me. 

doctorkaitlyn’s Feels Like The First Time - canon divergent, given what we know about Alice’s past, but exactly what it suggests on the label.

All three fics in Lang’s alpha Alice/omega FP ‘verse are a) not at all the sort of thing I usually go for; b) wildly, wildly NSFW and c) soooooo good. This is the bitchy, tough, wounded, determined Alice and the stubborn, self-destructive, romantic FP that the prophecies foretold.

And (if you will permit the self-promotion, anon) I wrote sharper than a serpent’s tooth, which is Alice and FP clearing the air about their shared past through the bars of a prison cell. 

Rivermoms (various)

I think the appropriate thing to do is just link you to doctorkaitlyn and FreshBrains’ AO3 pages, as these two really seem to have the market more or less covered on Rivermoms femmeslash!

I also have to pause here and wave my arms particularly hard at heroic_pants’ fic Waiting… which, using one of my favorite Christopher Guest films as a framing device, does something that almost no one else I’ve seen does - talks about the complicated friendship between Archie’s mom and Jughead’s mom (named Laura in this fic). This gen fic also offers some great theories about Mary Andrews - namely frustrated ambition and post-partum depression. 

(Riverdale fandom, I would love you forever if y’all helped to flesh out my headcanons about these two women who HAD to have spent a LOT of time together and who BOTH end up leaving their husbands and sons in Riverdale. Put the pieces together for me, please.)

@cooperjones2020‘s Bughead fics Second City and Nobodies Nobody Knows also give us a GREAT adult Mary Andrews.

Various Riverparent OT3s

doctorkaitlyn’s find a home for your love (home isn’t always a place) - in which Alice and FP wind Fred up. Features the Twilight in its heyday.

FreshBrains’ good as the day I met you - both present-day and flashback Hermione/FP/Fred, also showcasing ‘90s music shoutouts and Alice Cooper’s unimpeachable sangfroid.

One more from @fredheadsthe apocalypse comes sooner than you think - Fred/Hermione/FP, in which Fred is terrible at juggling his commitments.

@ficmuse‘s Bizarre Love Triangle, which is a fandom classic and a wild ride, so no spoilers here. 

Read, enjoy, and leave these folks some love! And feel free to reblog with your own faves. :-)