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No Sleep Till Brooklyn, Part 3

Heartmate Series: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Deadpool, Falcon

Warnings: language, violence - Deadpool’s in it guys, it ain’t PG.

A/N: This is my take on the soulmate trope. It’s not necessarily an AU, because technically heartmate is canon in the Marvel world - at least with Wade’s comics.

Summary: You’re a mutant turned mercenary, working with the best merc around - Wade Fucking Wilson aka Deadpool. You are also someone who doesn’t believe in the whole heartmate crap. How could two people solely be made for each other? Steve Rogers is Captain America,  Avenger extraordinaire. Call him old fashion, but he believed in heartmates and knew he had one out there. The two of you cross paths one day and things get set in motion. Can Steve get passed the jaded wall you built or would things just crash and burn? And will Wade Wilson finally learn to put the seat down after taking a piss? Who knows.

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anonymous asked:

I would really love to read something where Mulder gets really mad at Scully for running from their feelings or at least a talk or something... like after FTF or Small Potatoes or like after the contamination shower when he tries to make a move but she brushes him off... or something like that... I love angry Mulder ! Sorry!;)

The muse chose her own path and this is where she went. There’s some anger and some frustration and hey, Mulder and Scully attempt to talk about things. Not exactly what the prompt said, I am so sorry. Set in One Son. 

Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

When he looks down at her, all of her, he doesn’t do it out of curiosity. Not quite, anyway. Water prattles against his skin like tiny needles. He turns as if to get away from it, his eyes only half open, and there she is. Scully. Mulder has seen her naked before, of course. In her underwear, a helpless bird, and completely naked, blue-tinged like an ice sculpture, barely alive. This, he realizes, his eyes on the low barrier, is not much different; they’re not here by choice, not sharing this small space, this intimacy, because they want to. He feels the anger evaporate off her. It steams up the stall, travels over to him, engulfs him when suddenly the water is turned off with a screech and there they both are, two wet dogs out in the street. Mulder keeps his eyes on her face at first, clings to what he knows. Her nose the same, her eyes two blue stones, and her lips an angry line. Her neck and throat, now a furious pink color, he knows, too, and then. And then. When he finally looks it’s a not conscious decision, he is sure of that much. His eyes flicker down quickly over her breasts, scan her stomach, her most intimate parts, and then his eyes are back on hers where they belong. Not more than a few seconds, but when she turns around, away from him, he understands, too late as always, that even a nanosecond would have been too much.

Mulder enters the locker room just as Scully slams one of the lockers shut with a force that makes the walls in the small room rattle as if they were afraid of her.

“Hey, it’s not that bad.“ He says in a soft voice but it bounces right off of her.

"They’ve burnt our clothes, Mulder. This stinks.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He offers and checks the locker himself. Scully is right; this stinks. Mulder takes out the pants and the shoes and he knows right away neither will fit.

“I don’t even care about the clothes. What was that woman thinking?" She doesn’t need to say her name. It’s been following them around like a stray, hungry cat for too long now. Just for effect, Scully slams the locker door again. Mulder watches her, taking off his scrubs. As soon as Scully realizes what he’s doing, she turns away from him.

"Oh come on, Scully. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Scully?” But she doesn’t move, doesn’t even twitch. Mulder, his legs naked, closes the distance and taps her on the shoulder. 

“Look at me, Scully." 

"No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m giving you privacy.”

“I didn’t ask for privacy. I don’t want privacy.” I want you, his mind screams. 

“Well, why don’t you ask Agent Fowley back then. I’m sure she’d love to keep you company.” Before he can utter another word, she passes by him and walks out without a glance back. Mulder stares at the door, waits for it to swing back open, but it doesn’t. He continues getting dressed and now it’s him who slams the locker shut. 

Next time he follows her. You’re making this personal, he told her out of spite, out of anger. She is the one who never talks to him, who keeps her distance, who brushes things off. Nothing happened, Mulder. It’s fine, Mulder. And now, now! 

“It is personal, Mulder.” The words ring in his ears like a bad case of tinnitus. The Gunmen stare at him, have taken her side somewhere along the way. They don’t even need to say it; Mulder knows he has to follow her. 

“Scully, wait.” Her heels click against the floor, a booming fanfare. 

“No, Mulder. I’m done. I’m going home." 

"Will you wait, damn it.” He grabs her arm and hurls her around. His anger and hers are too violent and she stumbles, crashes into his chest. His fingers are curled around her arm, holding her tightly.

“Let go of me, Mulder.”

“We need to talk about this.”

“No, we don’t. You made your feelings very clear. Let go of my arm. Right now.” His fingers loosen its grip but he doesn’t let go, not completely.

“Why do you always run away, Scully? Why do you never want to just talk about it? You say it’s personal and yet every time it’s about to get personal, you run.”

“I’m not running, Mulder.”

“Yes, you are. You ran after Ed Jerse, after Eddie van Blundth, after what almost happened in the hallway. You always run away, Scully and this time I won’t let you. I want to talk.”

“About what, Mulder? What is there to talk about? You wouldn’t listen to me mere minutes ago. You and Diana-”

“This is not about Diana. It’s about us. What happened, Scully? What is happening?” But she doesn’t answer. 

He lowers his head to her, examines her from all angles as if trying to find something he’s lost. Scully narrows her eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you. Waiting for you to say something.”

“I don’t have anything else to say, Mulder. If you choose to trust her over me then that’s it.”

“Scully, you’re the only one I trust.” Her hollow laughter echoes through the corridor. Mulder recoils; he’s never heard a sound like that from her before. It sticks to his skin now like a coat of lead. His hand falls away from her arm, too heavy to hold on.

“I should have gone to Utah. I should have gone right home that day, take a shower and get changed. I would have called you from the airport or my new apartment. The bee never would have stung me and you wouldn’t have needed to come to my rescue in Antarctica. I should have just…left.” All fight goes out of her; her voice is an admission, a testimony of long, sleepless nights, too many thoughts and doubts; too much time for them to fester and grow.

“I’m glad you didn’t. I would have followed you there. I’d go to Antarctica, or Utah, every day for you, Scully. Every fucking day.” Her head comes up and the corners of her mouth twitch.

“You’re good at the grand gestures, Mulder. But what about the everyday moments? I can’t do this if you don’t trust me and my judgment. It won’t work. I don’t need you to go to Antarctica and be a hero, I’m asking you to trust me and listen. Can you do that?" He thinks back to earlier, to the contamination shower. Her body bared to him not by choice. Diana did this to her, to them. This, now, is Scully baring herself to him because she wants to; she wants him to see her. Dressed in professional black, mourning every chance they didn’t take, she asks him to look at her now. See her. Trust her. Follow her.

"I can do that.” Mulder promises finally taking both her hands in his. “I trust you, Scully. If you say that Diana… I trust you. I’ll check it out, have the Gunmen dig deeper. It’s you I trust. You.”

“Thank you.” She whispers. She takes her right hand out of his, touches his cheek. Her fingers are cold and he wants to tug them into his jacket, to warm her. “And Mulder? I’m not running. From… all the things you mentioned. There’s just never the right time to mention it, is there? We’re always running after something trying to save the word and find the truth. But I’m not running from… us." 

"That’s good to know,” he murmurs, “really good to know.”

Winter’s War: Chapter 7

Summary: You and the other escaped prisoners take the long hike back to Allied territory. You and Bucky have an awkward conversation that leaves you both on shaky ground.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: mentions of torture

Word Count: ~2,816

A/N: *ahem* GAAAAAAAAYYYY (but not really… more like BIIIIIIIII)

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“Yeah, yeah. I know, Stevie,” you said dismissively. “Let’s get this shit show on the road.”

Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. Bucky grinned at the both of you.

“If you tell me to watch my language I’ll punch you,” you said testily.

“Let’s just… go,” Steve said, defeated. Behind you, you heard the tank and van roar to life, and the lot of you began the long trek back to Allied territory in Italy.


You’d be lying if you said the trip back into Allied territory was enjoyable. The only things that made it bearable were your newfound freedom and the company of the guys. More than a few men died on the journey, each one tearing a new, small hole in your heart.

You were convinced your feet had become giant blisters. It hurt so much to move that you nearly caved and rode on the tank or in the van a few times, but you pride and compassion won out; you were tough and some of the men needed a ride more than you. 

Still, by the third day you were suffering. Every step felt like daggers were being plunged into the soles of your feet. Your eyes watered and you sincerely hoped that if you were bleeding it wouldn’t show. The last thing you needed was Steve fussing over you.

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Van Helsing chp 14.5

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Loki lead Helsing through the hidden passages that littered the castle. He knew that they didn’t have much time to reach Vision before he could be used to awaken his sinful siblings. Helsing needed to act and now if they were to win this fight.

Meanwhile, Steve and Falcon were trailing behind a very anxious Bruce who had caught Natasha’s scent and followed it. The closer he got the more Hulk pushed him to run. He needed the touch of his mate to help keep the beast at bay. Bruce never knew he could be in love, let alone with someone who he barely knew. But he couldn’t explain it…there was a shift within him from the moment he locked eyes with the Princess of death.No one and nothing could compare to her, so he’d be damned if he lost her the way he lost his father and self.

“Slow down, not all of us have an enhanced wolf” Falcon hissed as he sped up

Bruce merely looked at him over his shoulder in a silent response.

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Great Scott, Barry! (Chapter 4/9)

Barry Allen may quite possibly be the best kisser on the face of the Earth.

After the dessert was eaten and when you two couldn’t figure out what more to talk about, things took a turn. A heated turn. And Barry did this thing with his mouth where it felt like he was vibrating against yours! It was heaven.

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Two-Week Stay

A/N: I’m really sorry I haven’t been writing as much! I’ve had so much free time this past month and I just wasted all my time on YouTube haha.

Anyway, this was meant to just be a one-shot, but since it was going to be long (I’m talking maybe 20-30k words max) I decided to cut it up into chapters to prevent eye strain and lawsuits. 

Summary: Since they’re on winter break, Kotori’s mom has rented a cabin for a few weeks so they can relax and enjoy a vacation. But everyone is so gay (and proud) the vacation ends up… the complete opposite.

Pairings: NicoMaki, NozoEli, KotoUmi, slight RinPana, slight TsubaHono.

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Chapter One: On Our Way

“Everything packed?” Kotori’s mother asked, watching as Kotori was busy tying her scarf around her shoulders. The silence she received as an answer made her sigh before she strode up to the silent girl. Her hands made contact with stiff shoulders, and she laughed upon hearing Kotori’s loud sound of discomfort. “Now, now, you’ll be going with all your friends! What’s the fuss?”

“You wouldn’t understand, mom…” Kotori sighed and patted down her coat, hoping she wasn’t forgetting anything before being led out the door.

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Ghost Fanfic - Best Served Cold - 11

CHAPTER 11 – DAY SEVEN: SHOWDOWN

Note: Your responses are overwhelming and wonderful and extremely encouraging. Perhaps you may be understanding why I’ve been cranking this out. I want to see what happens too, as I only have a vague impression of what happens next whenever I write. The characters are owned by MysteryBen and Artsy. Click here for Chapter 10.

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            “Please, please, please…” Arthur’s breath came in ragged gasps as he neared the edge of the cliff. He could feel his heart beating like it was about to explode, the blood pounding in his ears. “Please!”

            “This is for Lewis!” A pair of hands shoved into his back, sending him hurtling over the edge. His body twisted around just enough to see Vivi’s grim-set face staring down at him.

            The wind rushed past his ears as the pounding in his head roared to a crescendo before stopping abruptly.

            He knew what came next, and tried to shut his eyes against it, but was unable to. A stalagmite protruded from the middle of his body, now streaked with blood. There was a moment or two of numbness, the disbelief and refusal of his body to process what was happening to it.

            Then it hit him. The searing pain of ripped flesh and the shattering agony of bone and muscle torn apart, organs ruptured and functions failing. He tried to scream, but the spike must have caught the bottom of a lung, because he couldn’t even draw breath enough to make a sound beyond a faint hiss. His vision began to blur, but before he surrendered to the blackness, he could just make out the silhouette of Vivi, staring down at him from the cliff ledge.

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Why Throw A Circle- Two

SUMMARY: Some Olicity drabbles dealing with the aftermath of Slade. 

SPOILERS: Up to the end of 2x23. 

AUTHOR’S NOTES:  I’ve never written from Oliver’s POV before. Holy lord is he tough. I am in awe of those of you who do this regularly.

DISCLAIMER: Arrow belongs to DC Comics. The title is blatantly stolen from the song “I See You, You See Me” by The Magic Numbers.  

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I often thought that you’d be better off left alone
Why throw a circle round a man with broken bones?
But darling when I see you, I see me

 ~“I See You, You See Me” by The Magic Numbers

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It takes two hours to fly from Lian Yu to Hong Kong, but it feels like an eternity. Mostly because he can’t see her.

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