look who's peeking

Kor and Dei were sitting so nicely in this costume

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

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Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.


But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.


See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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Work Hard, Play Hard

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 4,336

Warnings: None, just fluff

Summary: You and the Winchesters work day and night, saving people and hunting things. You always stay in the same sleazy motel room and then go back to the Bunker only to do it over again. You decide you needed a change and take the boys to a night of pleasantries. 

Originally posted by heytheredeann

“Where the hell are we going, Y/N? We passed like, 3 motels.” Dean complained for the hundredth time.

“Dean, if I wanted to ride in a car with Pepé le Pew and Scrappy Doo, I would. But I’m not, so shut the fuck up.” You snapped at him. You didn’t mean to be rude but every 10 miles, he would complain about wanting to sleep in a bed, take a shower, not wanting to drive anymore, or any other complaints you could think of. Dean rolled his eyes but shut up, and continued to speed down the road.

“I’m with him, Y/N, we’ve been on this road for a while and we are getting pretty angsty.” Sam said with a tiring voice.

“What did I just say?” You glared at Sam from the back seat. He sighed and closed his mouth, deciding it was for the best to keep quiet. The rest of the trip was in complete silence.

You felt bad or the brothers because you have been traveling for 20 hours in this small, yet beautiful car. But it was time for a little nap for all three of you. It was almost 10 at night and you were so tired of napping in this cramped up backseat.

You shouldn’t really be complaining yourself since all you’ve been doing is snap at the boys when they do it. But deep down, you too, wanted the bed you were dreaming about. You smiled when you saw the building come into view.

“Finally, we are here.” You perked up and saw both Winchester sneak a peek at the place.

“Y/N, this doesn’t look like a motel to me.” Dean said as he parked in front of the hotel you booked for the week.

“Very good, Dean, want a cookie?” You joked as you got out of the car to stretch your legs.

“No seriously, what are we doing here?” Dean and Sam both got out of the car and looked around. Before you could answer, a young man walked out of the lobby to greet you.

“Hi, what can I help you with?” He looked at you.

“We have a reservation here under Smith. Dean, give him your keys, he’s a valet.” All Dean gave you was a silent plea, hoping you wouldn’t make him give up his car.

“Dean, give the man your car keys.” You looked at him more sternly. Dean was going to protest but sighed when you gave him a glare. He handed the young man his keys. “Good boy.” You winked at him to which he rolled his eyes.

“Not a scratch.” Dean eyed the young man. 

“Of course, sir.” 

You walked inside the hotel lobby and to the front desk with both Winchesters on your tail.

“Can I help you?” A woman behind the desk called for the next person in line which was you. You smiled and made your way to the desk.

“Hi, my name is Alicia Smith and I have a reservation.” The woman behind the desk shifted her gaze to the men standing behind you and widened her eyes; you couldn’t blame her. Her mouth opened slightly as she took in the beauty that encompassed both brothers.

You knew when you met the Winchesters that you would be in a world of trouble. You weren’t blind, Sam and Dean were gorgeous men but you always thought Dean stood out from his younger brother.

The minute you met Dean, he had your heart. It all started with the subtle glances from him and then the longing touches he shared with you. He turned it up a notch and began flirting with you but he never advanced further than that. Maybe the time spent at this hotel, you would finally be something with Dean.

“What’s the name?” The woman, Amber, looked at you.

“Dean Smith.” You saw both brothers look at you but choose to ignore it.

“Okay Mrs. Smith, here is your room key. I saw that you’ve already paid online.” You smiled and took the key from her.

“Thank you.” You walked to the front entrance where you saw a bell man with yours and the guys’ luggage.

“Mr. and Mrs. Smith?” Sam started to say.

“Is someone jealous?” You turned to look at Sam but he gave you a certain look. You knew Sam knew about your crush on his older brother. Of course Dean was oblivious but not Sam.

That man could figure anything out in a nanosecond. Usually Dean could to but you didn’t know why he didn’t see this one. But you chose not to question it because your life with them was good and you didn’t was to jeopardize that.

You followed the bellman to your assigned room and tipped him when you took your luggage off the cart. You looked at both brothers and smirked.

“Gentleman? I welcome you to luxury.” You unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing Sam and Dean to go in and explore.

They have never gotten the chance to stay in a really nice hotel room and you thought that needed to change. You looked at the tall men and saw their faces break out into excited ones before rushing into the room.

You chuckled and grabbed the luggage and pulled them inside to lay them by the door. When you were growing up, your parents were always out of town, always leaving you to yourself. They didn’t want you to stay in their house because they feared you would mess it up so they always sent you to really expensive hotels.

It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford it but you got sick and tired of hotels after a while. Then when you moved in with Sam and Dean, you felt like this was more of your style; you felt more free.

Then your parents passed and you found out that they left you everything they owned; which as a shit ton of stuff. You didn’t want any of that and you sold a ton of stuff, making a lot of money.

One of the few things you kept was their mansion of a house. You don’t let anyone occupy it but you pay the bills every month with the money you got. You wanted to keep the house in case you, Sam, or Dean, or any hunter needed it.

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Saviour

Masterlist

Prompt: Imagine you have been in a relationship with Negan for the past few months. Ever since you arrived he hasn’t dealt with the wives & he is obviously devoted to you. One night a horde of walkers get in to the sanctuary. When he arrives at the saviours safe spot you are nowhere to be found. You are cornered on the other side of the compound & he has to fight to get to you.

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,829
Warnings:
Violence, curses

When the shit had started to hit the fan you had run straight into the small store room to collect as much canned food and weapons as you could carry. You had picked up one of the blue, old shopping bags and had begun to frantically push shelve upon shelve of canned food into the bag.

You heard thundering footsteps coming down the now vacated corridor outside of the store room. You had just been tucking a small pistol into the back of your jeans when the heavy, iron, automatically locking door had been pushed shut with a loud slam.

You stood perfectly still in the complete darkness, not daring to believe your bad luck. Slowly turned around and attempted to push the cold iron door. It didn’t budge. You pushed again, this time throwing your whole weight against the door. It didn’t move an inch, but you had a considerable throbbing pain in your shoulder.

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In For a Penny

Summary: Tim is stressed from his job and ends up kicking a hole through the wall of his apartment, getting a very large eyeful of his neighbor. In order to make up for it, Tim agrees to be Jason’s fake boyfriend at his wedding. Everything should be simple, right? Wrong. The two of them might end up liking each other a little more than they thought they would at the end of the week.

For JayTimWeek Day 5: Island Vacation

This is also my last prompt fill for JayTimWeek so show me some love and enjoy this ^.^

This fic is 35k words. If you’d like to read it broken up into shorter chapters, you can find that version on AO3!


Tim pushed into his apartment roughly, letting the door fall shut behind him, not caring if it alerted the whole apartment complex to the fact that he was home from work. The only thing that he could even let himself think about or care about for that matter, was the huge project deadline that he had coming up in a little over a week. Usually, he was able to be completely calm about his deadlines and he knew that he had a great team behind his back that was there to support him and rarely made mistakes. Even if mistakes happened, the rest of the team was able to get on them right away and fix it before anything could go wrong.

He knew that the knowledge of the people behind him and his own skills and track record in the work place should have been enough to calm his fears and keep him from worrying and fretting over the deadline and the final outcome of the project, but this one was just so much more significant. This was the project that he’d been working towards for years. This was the project that would either make or break his career at W.E. and set him up for his future. This was the project that he cared about.

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Look at them a little bit hurt, but all warm and loving<3 Our Crime Fighting Husbands!

Sneak peek of my finished piece for @johnlockfanzine

from: secret person who should let me thank them

Aged-Up GonKillu <3 <3

THE FLIP SIDE - OCT 1986

What if the Potters had found themselves on the flip side of the prophecy, and Neville had been The Chosen One? They might have had their chance at happily ever after.

FFN    AO3

Chapter Three: Slicing Jinxes and Peter Pan

Lily is sprawled under a cozy blanket on the sofa, reveling in the quiet afternoon she’s been afforded. She ought to be doing a hundred things, really, but moments like these are rare; she’s determined to appreciate this one. Two children—two and a half, she supposes—have ironically and unfortunately robbed her of the ability to nap on demand, so she’s opted for a novel, an old favorite, so she won’t be upset when she is inevitably interrupted.

She’s with Bilbo, her favorite reluctant thief, in a cavernous storeroom squashing doubtful, desperate dwarves into barrels when the front door bursts open, slamming against the wall, startling her back to reality. A cold draft gusts through the open doorway, bringing with it several crunchy, fallen leaves and her boisterous six-year-old.

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