looking down from the roof

5

Can you do another “Dating Tom Holland?”

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Rainy days always being a plus one

❣ “Come on Tom, let’s dance!” You say, the rain matting the hair to your face.

❣ “Darling it’s too cold.” Tom whined.

❣ You pout and continue dancing alone, turning your back onto him.

❣ You feel strong arms wrap around you, slowly rocking you side to side.

❣ “I’m messing up my hair for you.” He whispers in you ear.

❣ “You care more about your hair than me.” You pout, getting away from his grip.

❣ He grabs your wrist and twirls you into a slow dance position.

❣ You stare into his eyes, water trickling down his hair and falling onto your face. He smiles at you.

❣ “The hair is for you Love.” He says, bringing you in for a kiss.

Tom being drained from work

🌸 “Love I’m home!” You hear Tom shout and the front door closing.

🌸 You come out of your guys’ room, wearing his button up and boy shorts.

🌸 He smiles at you, lifting you up as he hugs you.

🌸 “How about we order some pizza?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You smile.

🌸"Funny. I had just ordered one.“

🌸 The pizza arrives and you guys eat, Tom talking about what he did.

🌸 You guys plop yourselves onto the couch, Tom laying down on your lap and playing with you fingers. He kisses them occasionally, getting your attention.

🌸 “I love you.” He’ll say every few minutes. You would reply back and his smile would get bigger.

🌸 You smile every time he does that because it melts your heart. You place your hand on his head, slowly scratching it and you feel him let out a small and quiet sigh. You stop and his eyes open back up.

🌸 “Why’d you stop?” He asks, his eyes looking like a puppy. You giggle and continue, earning a smile from him. He closes his eyes again and you scratch his scalp.

🌸 You do this for a while, rubbing you hand softly over his face, giving him a small massage on his temple. He lets out a small moan, meaning he enjoys it.

🌸 You pull back his hair and place a kiss on his forehead. He opens one eye and purses his lips. You roll your eyes and lean down for a kiss.

🌸 You’re about to sit up when he tells you no. You lean back down and he cradles your face.

🌸 “I love you.” He says sleepily. You smile and peck his lips a little longer.

🌸 “I know. I love you too.” You say, going back to scratching his scalp, only to hear him softly snoring in your lap.

You and Tom fighting

⏳ “You promised!” You cry, the tears stinging your eyes. He stared at you, his eyes fuming.

⏳"What exactly did I promise you? My freedom?“ He says, his voice not quite raised.

⏳"You promised to be home before 6!” You shout. He gets angry and pulls his hair.

⏳ “What is with you?!” He groans, walking away into the living room.

⏳"Me?!? I’m not an ignorant person.“ You yell after him. He turned to face you, making you startled.

⏳ “WHAT THE HELL WAS SO IMPORTANT THEN HUH?! WHAT THE HELL MADE YOU TURN INTO A WHINY BRAT?!” He shouts in your face.

⏳You’re taken back and the tears come, not even slowly. Full on sobbing occurs. He notices his words and goes to comfort you, but you push him away to sit on the couch.

⏳"L-Love? Come on now… you know I didn’t mean it.“ He coos, placing a hand onto your back as you cried.

⏳ “How could you forget?” You sob.

⏳ “What did I forget?” He asks.

⏳ You look up at him, horrified.

⏳ “Does our anniversary mean nothing?” You ask. His face falls and he looks away.

⏳ “That’s what I thought.” You say getting up.

⏳ “Where are you going?” He asks, following you.

⏳ “I’m going to Nat’s place. I just need some space.” You tell him, grabbing a change of clothes and slamming the front door on him.

Tom making it up

✨ “It was one anniversary.” Harrison says, dipping his fry in some ketchup. You sigh.

✨ “I know Haz but..that was my best one yet.” You say, dipping yours in ranch.

✨ “Why?” He says, a mouthful of burger. You give a small smile.

✨ “It’s the longest one I’ve had. Three years beats a year Haz.” You tell him, passing a napkin over. He thanks you and cleans up his mouth.

✨ “You sure he didn’t forget?” He asks, taking a sip of his drink.

✨ “I wasn’t. But his face said it all.” You say, taking a pickle slice out and eating it.

✨ You notice a big commotion happening outside and you look out the window. A huge crowd had formed and both you and Harrison go outside.

✨ You look up and see a Billboard sign that reads,

“I was an ass. I didn’t completely forget. I remembered. I just didn’t have something to give. Until now. Turn around.”

✨You turn around and see someone in a Spidey suit descend upside down from the building. You look up and see people on the roof, giving you a thumbs up.

✨ “Seems like someone owes you an apology.” Harrison jokes. Spidey turns to him and punches his arm and I laugh.

✨ Someone comes up and hands me a bouquet of roses, along with a huge teddy bear. I had them over to Haz, who groans.

✨” Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I have been amazed these past three years and honesty, you’ve made me the happiest guy to ever live. I may have not gotten you anything for our anniversary.“ He says.

✨A bigger crowd begins to close in around us as he continues.

✨ “What I’m trying to say is… will you marry me?” He says, tearing the mask off. I blink through the tears and stare back at Tom. I see him pull out a small box and he opens it, still upside down.

✨ It was a beautiful skinny sapphire ring, my birthstone. I cover my mouth and nod, the tears flowing. Everyone cheers around us and he brings me closer, performing the iconic upside down Spiderman kiss.

✨"Congrats on the engagement.. but can we go? This bear weighs a ton.“ Harrison groans.

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@captainaudreystark

Meet the Family

Requested by @thedracaryslady ! Modern AU :) I hope that you enjoy! 

“I feel like I should apologize now for anything my siblings might do. I’ve told them to be on their best behavior but…I don’t think some of them know what that means.”

She placed a hand on his forearm, squeezing gently until he looked at her. “I don’t care, Jon. I’m sure they’re all wonderful and I’ll love them. I have siblings too, you know.”

Jon wanted to say there was a difference between having siblings that were around your age versus siblings that were significantly older. “As long as you’re sure…”

“Believe me, I’m sure. I can’t wait to meet your family.” His parents (and his siblings) had been pestering him incessantly to bring Dany home ever since they started dating. He suspected at least part of it had to do with the fact that they didn’t really believe he actually had a girlfriend. And finally he’d caved. He just hoped it hadn’t been the wrong idea. 

“They might ask you if I’m just paying you to act like my girlfriend for tonight.”

She kissed him gently, putting an end to his fears. “Then I’ll just have to tell them how wrong they are.” 

They got out of the car and headed towards the front door; he could feel rather than see her taking in the house. It was quite a house, especially to someone seeing it for the first time; it had been in the family for generations, set far back on a long driveway with carved stone wolves looking down on them from the roof. But it had always felt like home, for as long as he could remember. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Impressive.” 

“Well, it’s home.” He dug the keys out of his pocket and opened the front door-where two of the family dogs, Nymeria and Shaggydog, tried to jump on them. “Down!” It took a while, but the dogs finally ran back into the living room-while the other four watched from a distance, heads cocked curiously. “Don’t mind them. They’re just excited.”

“That’s a lot of dogs.”

“One for each of us. Although it’s a bit overwhelming sometimes, I’ll give you that.” 

He heard footsteps in the hall just before Arya came skidding into the entryway, Bran close at her heels. “Wow. I honestly thought you were just kidding about her.”

He rolled his eyes. “Arya, meet Daenerys. Daenerys, this is my youngest sister Arya and my…second youngest brother, Bran.”

Dany smiled at both of them. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you both.”

Brain tilted his head and Jon braced himself. Technically speaking, Bran was eleven and should have known better but he still liked to make spot on observations and usually ended up embarrassing someone. “She’s really pretty, Jon.”

Dany laughed. “Well, thank you.”

Arya didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure you’re not in trouble? Blink twice if we need to call the police.”

“Arya-” It was the long suffering voice of an older sibling, but Arya seemed to get the hint and backed down. 

“Just kidding. It’s nice to meet you. Jon doesn’t bring girls home a lot.”

“So that means that if he brought you home he must really like you,” Bran said with a smile. Jon felt like he was going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment. 

“Yes, we really like each other. Would you mind letting us go inside now? Has she passed the human test?”

Arya shrugged. “Come on,” she said, leading them deeper into the house. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Jon dropped back to talk to Dany as the two kids led the way. “Sorry about them.”

Dany grinned. “Don’t worry. They’re cute.” 

“Don’t let Arya hear you say that. She’s ‘tough’.”

Robb and Rickon were in the den playing video games-but Robb paused the game as soon as he saw them. Robb knew Dany, of course; they all went to the same school, so it would be hard to miss her-but it was strange seeing him in a place that wasn’t school-it felt like his worlds were colliding and he was powerless to stop them. 

Which, he supposed, was the point. 

“Dany, you know Robb, and this is Rickon.”

Rickon wasn’t smiling. “Jon, Robb’s cheating.”

“How’s he cheating?”

“He keeps using the better guys!” Rickon was only seven and never won at video games, so he always believed that the older and better players were conspiring against him. 

“It’s UFC-aren’t they all good characters?”

“He won’t teach me how to do this one move.”

“Because Mom would kill me if I did,” Robb said. He nodded to Dany. “How’s it going?”

“I’m fine, thanks-”

“I’m trying to get her through dinner without her being driven away by all of you,” Jon said pointedly. 

Robb grinned. “Well, you don’t have to worry about me.” He turned to Rickon. “So what do you think about Dany?”

“She’s nice. Arya was wrong, though. She’s real. Dany, do you play UFC?”

“Maybe some other time, okay?” Robb turned back to the game. “Let’s leave the two lovebirds in peace.” 

“Robb has the right idea,” Jon said as he turned right down another hallway. “He hasn’t brought his girlfriend home yet. I don’t think he’s ever going to.” 

The door to Sansa’s room opened as they walked past and she nearly collided with him. He caught a glimpse of her room-light pink walls (she hadn’t repainted since she was six), and more posters of boy bands than she cared to admit-before the door closed behind her. When she saw Dany, her eyes lit up. “Hey Dany.” The two had always gotten on well because they were both new to the high school-although Sansa was a freshman and Dany was an upper classman who was new to the city. “I hope Bran and Arya didn’t scare you off.”

“So far she’s still here-and I’m out of siblings.” Thank God. 

“Mom said dinner was ready, didn’t she? I’m starved.”

“We’re heading that way ourselves.”

She smirked. “I wouldn’t want to spoil your special time together. See you at dinner, Dany.” She brushed past them, opening her iPhone and texting so rapidly her fingers were flying over the keyboard. 

“Sorry about that,” Jon said. “They mean well, but-”

“They’re adorable. Really. I love them. I’ve always kind of wanted younger siblings myself-”

“No you don’t. You think you do, but then when you actually get them you wish you were an only child.” 

“Well, they didn’t scare me off. You know I love you, whatever your family is like…right? You didn’t judge me based on my brother.”

He couldn’t help grimacing at the memory. Dany’s older brother Viserys had been less than pleasant the one time he’d gone over to her house for dinner. “Right.”

By the time they reached the dining room all of his other siblings had already arrived, cramming around the old dining table that had been in the family for centuries. His mother loved cooking for guests and today was no exception; the table was loaded down with food (all of Dany’s favorites; she’d called ahead to check). 

Luckily, two seats were open at the end of the table. 

They exchanged pleasantries with Catelyn and Ned. Jon noticed that Dany seemed a little nervous around them, though she didn’t need to be; they’d listened to all of his stories about Dany and had grown to love her almost as much as he did. 

Maybe Catelyn would never like him, but she had no qualms about liking his girlfriend. And that was good enough for him. He was used to it by now anyway. 

The meal went surprisingly well. After the initial teasing, the kids actually acted mature around Dany. They talked about everything-school, travel, future plans (Jon and Dany had decided to attend colleges in the same city, a few hours away). Of course there were a couple of times when Jon had to look down so he didn’t blush, but they were few and far between. 

When the meal was over and he had to drive Dany home, Catelyn made her promise to come over again soon-and Dany agreed with no reluctance. 

“Well, that went better than I thought it would,” Jon said as they got on the highway. 

Dany sighed, leaning her head back against the car’s headrest. “I love your family.”

“Well, you’re welcome to share if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Jon. I had a wonderful time tonight.” 

“Yeah. Me too.” 


After he dropped Dany off and they kissed goodnight he drove home in silence. As soon as he got home Arya ran to meet him-and followed him upstairs as he sat on his bed and tried to work on his calculus homework. “See? We know how to behave ourselves.” 

“When you want to.”

“Exactly. But she’s nice and she makes you happy…I see why she’s with you. She’s good for you. You weren’t moody once tonight.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. You really are.” She turned to leave, but he called her back. 

“Arya? Thanks for tonight.”

She grinned. “You’re welcome, Jon. We’re not that awful, you know.”

“Oh believe me-I’m aware.” 

Modern AUs are so cute! 

I write Jonerys fics! Prompts are open here although I’m taking a few days to catch up on old ones. 

Only Us (Part Three)

Originally posted by katmcnamara

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1550

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk

Part 1  Part 2 


Can’t afford that, can’t afford that. I thought my fingers brushing the soft fabric on the shirts. I stare at the one shirt that caught my eye. $25.99. Fat chance. I pushed it away pulling my purse closer to me.

“Can I help you with anything?” A girl smiled at me obviously a worker at the store.

“No thank you. I’m just looking.” I smiled before a crash sounded outside the store somewhere in the mall. “What was that?” My gaze shot to the shop worker who held a confused look in her eyes.

“I’m not sure.” She replied as I took a step forward determined to walk out of the store. “I really don’t think you should go out there.” I shook my head taking another step.

“I’ll be fine.” I told her walking into the mall that had groan quiet. I paused for a moment before walking down the hall looking into the shops desperate to see anyone. It was late at night the mall was almost closed so not a lot of people where here in the first place. A hand caught my arm pulling into their chest.

“Don’t move.” I heard a growl and I swallowed as I felt a blade press against my throat. Really? Again? I thought. A figure came walking toward me.

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anonymous asked:

How about this: Hardeen goes for a head-shot, which Obi-Wan's vest obviously doesn't stop. Now Anakin is freaking out, Ahsoka is desperately calling in a Medical Emergency, and the Council begin to realize that they have no plan B and their War General is down and might not be getting up again...

“We need a medical emergency service asap. I repeat we need a medical emergency asap. Master Kenobi is down and requires healing NOW.” Ahsoka desperately tried to get into contact with anyone who could help them, Obi-Wan’s head on her lap, his face slack and his breathing shallow.

“Obi-Wan?” She looked up past the crowd that had gathered as Anakin came down from the roofs, racing towards them. “Snips how is he?”

“H-He’s breathing but…I don’t…the blast hit him in the head!” The Togruta got out.

Anakin uttered a low curse and knelt down, touching Obi-Wan hurriedly. “He’s still alive though.”

“I think he tried to slow the impact or something.” Ahsoka swallowed.

They had both felt the Force swell for a few seconds, Obi-Wan’s panic in the air and then nothing as Obi-Wan fell of the roof.

“Come on Obi-Wan, come on open your eyes.” Anakin hissed under his breath, trying to contain his bubbling panic even as he placed a hand on either side of the redhead’s head, cupping it while sinking his Force powers into him.

Obi-Wan gave a breathy noise but nothing else.

“Skyguy don’t, you might make it worse.” Ahsoka grabbed his wrists, the two staring at each other. “We need healers.” She whispered, swallowing heavily even as clone troopers started to surround the area, getting the civilians out of the way for the emergency response unit.

“…Damn it Obi-Wan.”

()()()

Two figures sat in the darkness of the room they had sought refugee in, hands wrapped around cups of strong tea.

“…Disaster this is.”

“He must have expected the vest to take it.” Mace rumbled. “Didn’t have enough warning when it became a headshot…” He took a slow sip.

“Lucky we are that alive he is. For now.”

Mace almost dropped his cup. “Has his situation changed?”

“No. But happen it could. Stable he is for now. Remain that way? Uncertain I am.”

Mace placed his cup on the table and dropped his face into his hands. “Force help us…” He whispered. “What do we do now? About the chancellor?”

“Hardeen taken in by knight has, find someone to take Obi-Wan’s place we need…perhaps salvaged the plan can be but without Obi-Wan it has to go forward.” Yoda sighed. “Fucked up we have.”

Mace gave a low snort into his hands. “…What do we do if he dies?”

“Know not I do. Trust in the Force we have to.”

()()()

Anakin isn’t quite sure what to do with himself. For some reason Obi-Wan has always felt larger then life to him.

On the Nubian ship when he first meet him, he had been a Jedi, the second Anakin had ever meet, somewhat aloof but friendly enough.

When he became Anakin’s master he had tried to overcome his own grief and provide for a former slave with everything he was.

As a General he had been the skilled focus of so many battle plans.

But here?

Now?

Obi-Wan is hooked up to life support, his breathing assisted as his chest rises and falls only thanks to the machines he’s hooked to. His hands are still and his face is pale and he looks so much smaller then Anakin ever remembers the other being.

At least he’s stable.

But if he will wake?

That is the question.

Anakin sighed and took the others hand, feeling the saber calluses as he carefully started to give him bits of his own Force energy, hoping to help him. “I know you can hear me Obi-Wan. I mean I don’t but I assume you can…so I need you to come back now. I don’t want to lose you.” He murmured. “And not because this stupid war needs you…but because I don’t want to lose your company old man.” He whispered.

No response, just the steady noise of Obi-Wan’s assisted breathing and heart.

“…Padme tells me I have loss issues. Because of how my mother…” Anakin looked away. “…If you wake up, I’ll tell you all about it. I know that you’re going to be disappointed in me but I’ll tell you everything.”

Once again nothing but the steady machines.

“…I’ve forgotten the sounds of my mothers voice. The way she smelled. How it felt when she held me.” The blond whispered, clinging to Obi-Wan’s hand. “And now I…I fear I’ll forget you too if you leave now. Master, please don’t leave.”

Taking a shuddering breath, Anakin raised the hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “Please don’t leave me Obi-Wan.”

The room was silent except for the sounds of machine and soft breathing.

The Beginning of the End

Genre: Fluff/Angst
Mark x Reader x Jinyoung

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Mark waited on the roof top of the JYPE building.

“Where is she? Why is she so late?” he thought to himself as he constantly checked his phone for messages. He had just come from  meeting JYP-pd and he needed to tell you something right away. Everything was gonna be different now. You two have been dating secretly for 2 years. Both of you decided it was best to keep it a secret from the public and the members while GOT7 was just debuting. As well just like the rest of the members Mark signed a No Dating contract.

Mark’s phone rang “Ah, Jinyoung-ah I’m still at the JYP building, I’ll come back to the dorm later tonight.”

“No problem, I just finished dropping Y’N off at the airport. Just wanted to know if you wanted to meet for a late night meal”

Mark’s heart dropped. “What do you mean you just dropped Y/N off at the airport?”

“She’s leaving hyung, she was in a hurry but she told me she couldn’t say bye to the rest of the members, I’m not sure why she’s leaving but she looked so distraught.”

Mark hung up the phone and immediately ran down from the roof and out of the building, hailing a cab and got in. “The airport! Hurry!”
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“Y/N hurry up! Manager-hyung is already here to take us to the set” Jinyoung’s voice echoed through the hallway.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You said walking out the bedroom, clipping your earrings on. You stopped and faced the mirror by the front door. Looking yourself over once more.

Jinyoung came behind you and slid his arms around your waist, nestling his head on your shoulder. “You look beautiful my love”

Your turned around and faced him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “are you sure? Will I live up to the expectations of being Park Jinyoung’s girl?”

He smiled softly as he pulled you closer towards him and planted a kiss on your forehead, “well, you exceeded my expectations. ”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips then untangled yourself from him and made your way towards the closet. “I still can’t believe you talked me into this, a celebratory couples game show? I’m not even a celebrity.”

“But you’re wonderful boyfriend is, manager hyung and the publicists say it will be good for us to show the viewers our relationship more publicly, so that hopefully they will come to support us, Mark hyung and Julie will be participating too” Jinyoung said as put on his coat.

“Oh yeah” you said trying to conceal your distaste. “Alright, let’s go show everyone how in love we are” you teased as you kissed Jinyoung on the cheek and walked out the door.

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One day you’re sixteen and you’re on top of the fucking world, looking down from the roofs edge of the highest building in the city and suddenly you realize that this place is too small for the adventures you dream of but the world is too big for you. Then ten years pass, twenty, thirty, and it’s too late to go back to being the tiny sixteen year old girl with big dreams in a small city because now you have small dreams in a big city and the world has shrunken. And you’re drunk off the memories of these adventures that you went on but they’re not as great as they should have been because they were wasted thinking about how beautiful the universe looked in your eyes.
—  Now I’m Addicted to Something I Can Never Have. /// D.C
FAHC - Angry

Geoff - The crew knows when Geoff is angry. His voice can be heard throughout the base, breaking every couple of words like he’s 13 again. His fists clench like he wants to hit someone, and he’ll storm about the base, looking for something or someone to hit.
It’s different on the field. He holds it in, controls the anger, lets it change his voice into something smooth and inherently dangerous. His fists don’t clench, but his eyes narrow. If Geoff is angry out there, it means someone has seriously Fucked Up.

Jack - Jack’s the worst because Jack doesn’t get angry over most things that others would. When Jack’s angry at someone in the crew, it’s less anger and more disappointment. His head and voice lowers, and he sounds close to tears. Its enough to make anyone stop what they’re doing. Jack has had years to perfect it.
Whens Jacks angry at someone out of the crew its almost always over petty things, like slow walkers or someone obeying traffic laws. He lets his annoyance out. The best part for him is that when he does, someone is always willing to ‘fix’ the situation for him.

Ryan - Ryan always looks pissed off when he’s with the crew, but he’s never truly angry. Extremely annoyed, often, but not angry. Really getting Ryan angry doesn’t result in slaughter like one would think. Ryan, when angry with the crew, lets it fester, and turns it into a method of intense ‘pranking’ for his victim. Turn a corner and he’s there, sharpening a knife. Go to bed and feel his hand grab the mattress next to you as he crawls out and leaves without a word.
Ryan getting angry on field generally leads to his joy. Pissing off the Vagabond is sealing your own death and he likes that people know that. Screw murder breaks, its the perfect excuse to slaughter and maim and destroy someone off the face of the earth, without the annoying repercussions of angry Geoff.

Michael - It doesn’t matter who Michael is angry at, his voice gets loud and his actions get violent, just to varying degrees. Angry at Gavin, chase him down and tackle him while giving wet willies and noogies and yelling about what an idiot he is. Angry at a rival gang member? Lots of yelling threats and hunting down, but when he tackles, theres knives involved and brass knuckles, or less running and more lead entering the bastards body.

Gavin - Angry at the crew, Gavin turns into a bird; words become jumbled with squawks of indignation, and blushing turns his face red. Geoff and Michael swear they’ve seen his hair fluff up like an owls. His accent comes out in full force. Angry Gavin will wrestle and yell and run away like a child when hes angry. Sometimes though, theres tears, not that he lets anyone know. (Ryan knows, and sometimes he gets angry too).
Gavin rarely gets angry at people out of the crew though. Getting angry leads to getting revenge. Golden Boy is calm and focused when he getting revenge. He sits straight, eyes on the screen and fingers flying as he takes every cent out the bank account before alerting police to all possible locations, residencies and clubs. He leans back with a smile as he watches a life disappear down the drain.

Jeremy - Lil J angry is just funny. His voice turns defensive and he tries to puff up his chest and look into the eyes of whoevers pissed him off, but it’s too hard to take him seriously when you literally have to look down at him, and his little face, all balled up in anger like a 3 year old. Laughing only makes it worse (funnier).
Jeremy angry at other people is funny but for a different reason. The crew like watching him get angry, and underestimated by others. Its makes for a great show when he seems to disappear, leaving his victims in great shock, till he appears, normally from the roof, jumping down with a look of glee and a knife.

Snow White and The Four Turtles

Originally posted by baraturtles

Turtles (2014/16) x Sibling!Reader

Notes: THIS IS SUCH A COOL REQUEST, ily nonnie tnx for requesting <3 xx I was listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day whilst writing this so feel free to listen to it too.

Prompt: “Can I request a 2014/16 turtles one where they stop some foot thugs from kidnapping a teenage girl? They find out it’s because she’s Eric Sacks daughter who ran away when she found out about his cruel experiments. They let her hide out with them and treat her like a little sister.”

Word count: 752

Warnings: Swearing, kidnap

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


Run, [Y/N]. Run and don’t look back. He’s not your father anymore. He’ll no longer hurt you.

You told this to yourself. Eric Sack’s was evil. He was the reason your mother died, and the reason that you spent your entire childhood isolated from other people.

Project Renaissance fell years ago, but he continued his testing on animals, and some times even humans.

You were completely clueless for years, until one day you worked into your darling father injecting an innocent girl in the neck with a pink solution. She died instantly. You listened to the screams. You watched the flat line. You saw the color drain from her face.

If you had to be homeless to escape the torture your father was doing to those innocent people and animals, so be it. You’d choose homelessness over inhumanity any day.

You were wondering the lonely streets by yourself, with little money and a lot less time on your hands. You needed to get to a group shelter or something; fast. The cold, New York winter was starting to get to your head.


That was the plan, but you ended up sitting outside a bar with an old coffee cup in front of you. If you had nuts, they would’ve been frozen off. It was close to 3AM, and sleep was overcoming you, but as soon as your head fell back to the wall, you heard skateboards and your bag was gone. You darted up, yelling at them before they were gone down the block. Helpless, alone and nothing to your name.

What were you going to do? You coiled in the corner of an alley, your head to your knees before you heard a gust of wind of your head. Shuddering, you looked up as a dark figure jumped down from the roof above, coming closer and closer. Then the one figure turned into two, and two turned into three. There had to be 7 in the end. You edged towards the wall, closer and closer as if it were going to help you.

“What’ve we got ‘ere then boys?” one of the men grinned. You assumed he was the ringleader. You moved you arms, brushing you fingers over the ground to find something, anything to help you. Glass? No. Plastic bag? No. Pipe? Perfect.

They edged closer to you, sneering and grumbling to themselves about how they could make good money out of you. Not today.

Standing, you narrowed your eyes at them. You looked like a deer in the headlights and they fed off it. They pounced at their prey, but you were faster and swung, hitting one of them in the side of the head whilst the others grabbed you. You screamed, struggling against them all.

No one could hear you, or that’s what you thought until you were tossed aside and the men were thrown around like trash.

That’s when you saw them; tall, strong and badass.


“Leo! Dinner!” you yelled from the kitchen, swirling around Mikey and setting the pot of spaghetti on the table. Since they found you, they took you in, instantly pitying you. But you thanked them for their generosity and kindness by making them dinner every night (other than take out pizza), and pretty much taking care of them. They helped you out a lot as well, but you needed things to do, so you took the opportunity to have a home.

It was like Snow White, except in this fairytale, you didn’t get your prince. You got a family. 

“I’m here, thanks [Y/N]!” grinning, the blue clad turtle sat next to Mikey, Raph already scoffing down a plate of the delicious spaghetti. Master Splinter was ever so grateful that you were helping with his sons, and the boys were just happy that they had a baby sister they could look after.

anonymous asked:

Hey hey hi hi 👋🏼, can I request a Bucky x reader where it's post-civil war and the teams all together again and the get attacked by a Winter soldier reader and Bruce and Bucky help her overcome hydras brain wash 🖤❤️💗

Hi, nonnie! I’m sorry that it took me so long to post this. This gonna be quite a mental trip, so be sure to have fasten your seatbelt before beginning! I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Comply

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: oh well, there is so much wrong with this story that I doubt to be able to list everything (feel free to point out if I have missed something I should add). An overwhelming amount of angst, brainwash, violence, attempted assassinations, completely screwed up mind-set, imprisonment, astonishment, loss of memories, terror, fear, pain, sleep deprivation, nightmares, implied physical torture, nudity… this should be all.

Notes: Everything that isn’t in English is always translated between { }, except for Солдат {Soldat / Soldier} that is the name that the reader uses for refering to Bucky as the Winter Soldier. This story has got a little bit out of hand, and it’s become extra-long for my standards. I have decided to close it in the moment when the reader begins to improve and decides to actively go past Hydra brainwash. Anyway, there is much more that I could write about this story and the reader has still a long way to go… so let me know if you’d like to read more of this story. Enjoy the reading! I’d really love if you could leave some feedback!

Word count: 17022

(Photo not mine, found it on google. Credits to whomever it belongs.)

“Ready to comply.” You await for your orders.

“This is your mission, Soldier.” Your handler shows you your targets on a tablet’s monitor. “No need to make it look like an accident.”

You scroll through the file: thirteen enhanced people. You’ll have to take them down separately; attacking them when they are all together won’t be a winning tactic. You frown. One of the faces is strangely familiar, his set of abilities incredibly similar to yours.

“He is a traitor.” Your handler explains noticing your perplexed expression. “He has betrayed our good cause and joined this group of subversive. They are a menace for the world that Hydra has spent decades to build.”

The glacial blue eyes of the traitor scratch your empty memory. A bolt of pain echoes through your right arm, as a flash of a training section waltz in front of your eyes.

“I know him.”

“He participated to some of your trainings.” Your handler confirms.

You nod shallowing down the pain.

“It’s that a problem, Soldier.”

“Absolutely no.”

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Gajevy Week 2017 - Day 4 - Trouble Twins

“C’mon! They’re supposed to be just in here!”

Shutora’s voice was hushed as they crept through the empty apartment. Getting in had been easy with the shadow magic they had been practising with their father, much easier than they had expected anyway. The door had opened to a large living space, a kitchen to the left and four doors across the large living room in the middle. The door to the far left was their aim, and they made their way to the goal. The whole apartment was filled with the scent of it’s occupants, along with the various visitors. They obviously entertained often because the twins had trouble discerning individual scents even with their heightened sense of smell. With one hand on the door Yaje took a deep breath, before slowly opening it and stepping inside.

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[read on ao3]

Moritz had never broken a rule in his life.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t true, but only if you counted ‘show up to class on time’ as a rule. Because then he’d broken a few. But he’d never intentionally broken a rule. He didn’t skip classes (on purpose), he didn’t sneak out after check-in, he even obeyed lights-out like he was some kind of freshman.

So he definitely never thought that he’d be keeping watch while Ernst Robel picked the lock to a mysterious door that was in the hallway under the auditorium. Or the theater, as Ernst put it.

“Where did you even learn to pick a lock,” Moritz asked, looking down the hallway nervously in case some security guard decided to be really good at their job. After all, none of the doors that led them here were locked, and there were several prop couches lined up in the hallway. It would be a pretty ideal place for-

“Got it!” Ernst announced as the door clicked and he pushed it open triumphantly. He pulled a mini flashlight out of his pocket and started walking into the dark abyss of pipes and boilers that surrounded the room. Moritz stood frozen at the doorway. “Are you coming?”

“I don’t know,” Moritz said, glancing behind him. “Maybe I should stay here. You know, and keep the door open.”

“It doesn’t lock from the inside,” Ernst sighed. “Okay, stand there, I’ll show you.” Ernst swung the door closed between them and a moment of panic washed over Moritz - what if it locked his friend in? Moritz couldn’t pick the lock to save him!

Thankfully, the knob turned and Ernst opened the door.

“See? We won’t get locked in. Plus, there’s a vent that leads right outside of the chapel, if we really get stuck.” Moritz swallowed his nerves and closed the door behind them, shutting out all the light from the hallway, and leaving them in the darkness with only a flashlight to guide them.

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WINTERNIGHT - Chapter 4 - Sledgehammer

Originally posted by zoomine

Warnings: Fighting, death, blood, vampires, Lycans. 
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Vampire Reader
Parts: 

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Chapter 4 – Some years later.

Bucky stared at the video clip playing before his eyes. It was her, there was no doubt about it. She hadn’t aged a day since he last saw her. “She hasn’t aged a day.” Bucky says his eyes focusing on the paused frame of her walking down the subway platform. She looked good. Her (H/C) hair was longer now hanging down to her waist. Her eyes had remained the same. Their piercing silver color was hard to hide from the CCTV feed.

“I had to call in a few favors; but I found all the information I could on her.” Natasha says and he nods.

“Thanks Red.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Now that I’ve done this,” She says as she pulls out a chair and sitting down beside him. “You gonna tell me why you’re looking for her so badly?”

“Red, I can’t explain it.” Bucky replies letting out an exasperated sigh.

“James, I know what she is. You looking for her is dangerous, both for you and her.”

“I know, but you don’t understand. It’s like she’s calling for me.” He answers honestly making Natasha narrow her eyes at him.

“There’s something you’re not telling me Barnes.” She replies folding her arms over her chest as she leans back in her chair. Bucky ruffles his hair before he leans back in his seat and says, “When I fell off the train, a group of soviets found me.”

“I already know this part.” She says nodding slightly at the memory.

“What you don’t know is that, after they found me, she found them.” He says his eyes finally meeting hers.

“What exactly happened all those years ago James?” Natasha asks and he sighs.

“She saved my life. She didn’t have too, but she did.” Bucky says making her eyes widen slightly.

“You didn’t?” She asks and he nods.

“I didn’t know what was going on at the time, I mean I kind of knew; but I was so out of it from the pain and the blood loss it didn’t register in my head till later.” He answers his eyes looking back at the screen to see her face.

“Now I know why you need to find her; but I’m warning you, it’s not gonna be easy. Her kind’s been hiding for centuries having a silent war with the wolves. If they know about your guy’s history, the wolves could use you against her.” She pauses for a moment, “Or her against you.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure you want to keep this from Steve?” She asks and he nods.

“For now. I don’t need him in the middle of this. Besides, if I can, I want to do this without involving him at all.”

“So, you won’t tell your best friend, but you’ll use your old girlfriend and her contacts.” She comments and his eyes fill with pain. “Before you reply, I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I know I have some friends in love places. If the roles were reversed and I needed to find someone that important to me, I’d do the same.” She answers honestly making him nod.

“Thanks again Red, I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t thank me just yet Barnes.” She says as she unfolds her arms and placing them on the table leans forward. Opening the file, she flips to a page and then turns it to him. “This is where she’s staying. She’s not the same girl you remember.” Bucky looks at the picture to see the heavily guarded mansion and he gulps down a breath of air.

“She used to be such a recluse, like she feared humans.”

“That may be who she was, and for good reason; but who she is now, I’m not sure she’s the girl you remember.”

“I’ll know when I talk to her.” Bucky says as he closes the file and standing up leaves the room to read it.

“I hope you’re right, I don’t want to see you hurt anymore James.” She replies after he’s gone.

Bucky walks to his room and quickly starts to pack. From what the info said she was in Budapest. It didn’t exactly state why or what she was doing there but it did say that she was staying at the nearby coven Ördögház. He’d have to make a few calls to get there but he would make it. Somehow. After making sure he had everything packed he sent a quick text to Steve saying he would be out of the country for a few days and then walking back to the dining room saw Natasha still sitting at the table fiddling with her phone.

Bucky knew that this was silently hurting her but there was nothing he could do. He needed closure from Night and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it. Running a hand through his hair he walks up behind her and placing his metal hand on her shoulder leans down and gently kisses the top of her head. “I’ll make sure to keep in touch.” He says when her hand reaches up to grasp him.

“James, I don’t think this is such a good idea. I can’t help but feel like something bad is about to happen.” She replies and he nods.

“Your instincts are usually on point.” He states gripping tightly to her the worry filling his insides now. “But I need to do this. I’ll call you when I land. Take care of Steve.” Then with one last squeeze of his hand he releases her shoulder and heads for the door.

Landing at Budapest Ferenc Liszt International Airport, Bucky makes his way to where his contact was waiting for him. He searched the crowds until he saw Hunter standing off to the side with sunglasses and a leather jacket on. Bucky shakes his head as he quickly makes his way over to him. Nearing him Bucky says, “I swear it’s like you Shieldies all have the same incognito look.”

“I like the shades, and the jacket looks amazing on me.” Hunter replies making Bucky shake his head before hugging the agent.

“It’s good to see you again.” Bucky replies as he slaps Hunter on the back.

“I hear you’re here hunting?” Hunter asks as he pulls out of the hug and the two of them head to the exit.

“In a way.” Bucky replies nodding his head slightly. “Just looking for an old friend.”

“And it just so happens that friend is at the top of the deadly female list.” Hunter jokes and Bucky nods.

“I’m just looking for answers. I mean she disappears and then Hydra finds me. It’s a little suspicious.”

“Just a bit.” Hunter replies as he motions toward the parking garage. “I wasn’t sure when you’d get here exactly so you get to pay for parking.”

“It’s the least I could do. Thanks again for putting me up and helping me find her.”

“Don’t thank me just yet mate. You don’t know how scary this place truly is.”

“I have a feeling I’m about to find out.”

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“It’s fifteen until sunset.” I hear Selene say and I nod. My mind had been wondering lately and it wasn’t a good thing. This mission would be a good way to get my mind straight. I couldn’t remember how long exactly I had been here or what I was doing now since Victor was in hibernation. I could have left, I had what Lucian wanted, so why did I stay? Was it Selene? Probably. She was like a sister to me. Even after I left and came back it was like nothing had changed. I was thankful for that.

“I feel like all I do now is what your ass.” I say making her smirk.

“I feel the same about you.” She replies checking her guns to make sure she had enough ammo.

“I don’t want to be that person, but I’ve noticed something.”

“And what would that be?”

“Don’t shoot me, but I feel like Kraven has been exceptionally pervy lately.” I say reaching forward to grab an extra set of handguns, you could never have too many when fighting Lycans.

“Well you’re not wrong.”

“I wish I could shoot him.”

“This is why you and I get along.” She adds sliding the slide of her gun back to check her ammo. I chuckle slightly my eyes moving from her back to the window. “You miss him, don’t you?” She asks and I quickly clear my throat. It wasn’t too long after I returned and Victor went into hibernation that I told Selene about Bucky. I’d never heard anything about him, whether he made it home to America, had a family, or if he died on the way. I hadn’t heard anything from Angel in all these years either. The only solace I had was in knowing that neither the vampires nor the Lycans had gotten ahold of him.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t; but he’s most likely dead by now. It’s been what seventy years?” I say reaching up to caress the silver chain around my neck.

“I’ve forgotten how long it’s been. I stopped counting the years since I was created.” Selene says and I nod. I am about to say something else when Kahn comes into the room.

“There’s been talks of Lycan sightings near the cathedral.” He pauses for a moment glancing in my direction.

“We’re on it.” Selene replies and I nod. “We’ll take Rigel and Nathaniel with us.”

“Be careful out there you two.” Khan says and we both nod.

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“You know one thing I like about being a vampire is we can’t get sick from standing in the cold rain.” I say to Selene making her smirk as she looked down at the crowd below from our perch high upon the roof of the old cathedral. I glance over at Rigel who was diligently working with his camera searching, while Nathaniel guarded the metro entrance. I sit impatiently as I wait for either of them to make sound when a scent fills my senses. It was Raze. I quickly move over to the window and looking down instantly spot him long with some other wolf.

This was not going to be good. I was not about to hurt one of the people that raised me. I feel Selene tap my arm and I grit my teeth. Rigel jumps down first, followed by Selene, and then finally me. I couldn’t protect Raze but maybe I could divert my vampire comrade’s attention long enough for him to get away. Selene, Rigel, and I slip down the stairs and into the station before Raze and his pal were able too. We position ourselves at different places and wait. I watch the crowd nervously until I spot Selene staring at a human with a strange expression.

I take in a breath and I feel my throat clench. The human she was staring at smelled familiar. I couldn’t place the scent exactly but I felt like I had smelled it before. I look past the human to see Raze and his pal basically powerwalking behind this human and I pause. Were they following him? No, that couldn’t be right. I am about to move closer when Raze stops. I stare at him for a moment until he turns around. I follow his eyes to Rigel and I groan inwardly. The little vamp had gotten too close. Without so much as hint, Raze yells out, “Bloods!” and then just starts firing relentlessly on Rigel and the people around him.

Rigel fires back but is too slow as he is pelted with bullets. I stare in anger as I watch him slowly turn to ash in front of me. I tilt my head in confusion as I see the light emanating from within him. These were no ordinary bullets. I hear return fire and I turn to see Selene firing back at Raze and his pal. I hear a woman let out a groan of pain and I turn from the fighting to her. Reaching her side, I try to pull her out of the line of fire. I quickly place my hands on her would as I try to stop the bleeding. I feel someone next to me and I look over to see the human from before.

I stare at him in shock for a second until one of the Lycans grab him and start to drag him away. Pulling out my gun I quickly shoot him making him release the human and turn and run. I glance back at him for a moment before I follow the Lycan. Selene close on my heels. We follow him down into the sewers and then separate to look for him. I guess Selene found him first cause all I heard were her guns. I returned to the tracks to find Nathaniel dead and I grit my teeth. I quickly make my way back to the car to wait for Selene. When she arrived, she told me all about the noises she heard in the sewers.

I listened to every word as we drove back to the mansion. When we arrive she and I make our way to the armory where Khan is. I sit back and try to think about what had just happened when Kraven walks in followed by his lackeys. I listen in as he interrupts Selene and Khan’s conversation. “You expect me to believe that a mangy animal came up with a bullet specifically engineered to kill Vampires?”

“No, I’m betting it’s military. Something they stole. Some sort of high-tech tracer round.” Khan replies and I clench my fist.

“I don’t care where they got these things. Rigel is dead, and Nathaniel Could still be out there. We should gather the Death Dealers and head back down there in force.” Selene says and I shake my head.

“Absolutely not. Not now. Not for a random incursion. The awakening is only a few days off, and this house is in a state of unrest as it is.”

“Random? They opened fire on us in full view of the public. And from the commotion I heard down in that tunnel-”

“You said yourself you didn’t actually see anything.”

“Look I know what I heard, and I know what my gut tells me, and I am telling you there could be dozens of Lycans down there. Who knows, maybe more. Hundreds.”

“We’ve hunted them to the brink of extinction.”

“Kraven’s right, Selene.” Khan says and I roll my eyes. “There’s not been a den of that magnitude for centuries. Not since the days of Lucian.”

“I know that, Khan. But I’d rather you prove me wrong by checking it out.” Selene says and I look from her to Khan who looks at Kraven who says, “Very well, have your men tighten things up. We’ll have Soren assemble a search team.”

“No, I want to lead the team myself. With Night.” Selene says motioning to me making Kraven narrow his eyes.

“Absolutely not! Soren will handle it.” Kraven growls and I grit my teeth as he turns from her to me and then back to Khan as he says, “Hundreds, really?”

“Victor would believe me.” Selene states before turning and stomping off. Kraven glances at me for a moment and I narrow my eyes angrily at him. He knew I didn’t like him. He is about to say something else but I cut him off by following her. I follow her until she reaches the stairs that lead to the elders sleeping chambers. I pause for a moment and let her go the rest of the way on her own. Instead I make my way up to my room and once inside I close the door and let out a heavy sigh. I hear a knock on my door and I open it to see Erika and I groan inwardly.

“What do you want?” I ask gripping tightly to the door handle.

“Kraven wants you and Selene dressed for the party tonight. Amelia’s envoy is arriving.” She replies quickly before she turns and scurries off to her own room. Rolling my eyes, I decide to forgo the party and head to Selene’s room where I find her staring at her computer, the pictures from Rigel’s camera on her screen. I watch as she studies each one of them.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just going to lie here on your bed, avoiding my vampiric duties.” I say making her chuckle. A few minutes later Erika comes into her room carrying a practically see through dress and I groan. I fiddle with my necklace for a moment until I hear Selene say, “They were after you.” I instantly pop up and walk to her side to see her looking at the picture of the human Raze’s friend tried to take.

“I thought that for a moment when he was next to me, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure.” I say over her shoulder making her furrow her brow.

“He’s attractive… for a human.” I hear Erika say and I groan inwardly. She annoyed the hell out of me.

“Who’s attractive?” I hear Kraven asks and I fold my arms over my chest as I say, “Hasn’t anyone ever heard of knocking?” I watch as Erika leaves and Kraven gives me a glare like he’s ordering me to leave but I stand my ground. “You know I was planning on having you by my side tonight.” Kraven says to Selene and I roll my eyes.

“Take Erika. She’s dying to be at your side.” Selene retorts causing me to snort slightly.

“If you ask me. You take this warrior business far too seriously. You can’t undo the past no matter how many you kill.” He closes the distance between him and Selene as he adds, “And Besides… What’s the point of being immortal… if you deny yourself the simple pleasures in life?”

“Ugh,” I say rolling my eyes sounding as grossed out as possible.

“Do you see this human?” Selene starts changing the topic.

“What of him?” Kraven asks annoyance clear on his face.

“I can’t be positive but I’m beginning to think the Lycans have-”

“Blast!” Kraven says cutting her off as a noise is heard outside. He glances out the window before he turns back and says as he heads to the door, “Put on something elegant, both of you, and be quick about it.”

“Kraven, I’m serious. I think they were following him.”

“Other than for food, why would Lycans stalk a human?” Kraven asks and then leaves before Selene has a chance to answer him.

“You know I really wish I could shoot him.” I say as I move back to look over her shoulder.

“I’m surprised you haven’t.” She adds a smile attempting to fill her lips. “Says here his name is Michael Corvin.” I nod as I head toward the door.

“Well, shall we be off?” I ask and she nods. We quickly sneak out of the mansion and to the garage where we kind of steal a car and head towards Michael’s address. If only I had known what would happen while we were there maybe I could have stopped it from happening.

Will Continue In - Reunions Suck

Imagine wearing one of Bard’s coats during a cold winter night and him finding you absolutely irresistible in it
  • Author: Ellie
  • Fandom: The Hobbit
  • Pairing: Bard x Reader
  • Gender: Female
  • Word count: 1319
  • Triggers/warnings: Fluff, and some small sexy stuff *kissy kissy*
  • Notes: A drabble based on this prompt from IMAGINEXHOBBIT

You looked up at the skies as you laid on the roof of a small pub. It was a peaceful night out in Lake Town. The moon lighting up the water around you.

There weren’t many souls still awake around this time, only a few drunk ones trying to find their way home. You giggled as you saw one fall on his butt, his friend face planting the floor. They heard your giggle and looked around, but no one saw you. After all you were sitting on a pub..

‘Mind if I join you?’ you heard a voice say behind you. Surprised you turned around. One of the many man in Lake Town was standing behind you, hanging out of one of the windows. He had long black hair with a few grey strands in it, but you had to admit; it looked kinda cute.

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How Can That Be (7/?) [Ft. Reader x Hulk]

Summary: Bruce finds himself drawn to the new avenger by an unknown force. What happens when this force causes Bruce to become the Hulk?


(Side Note: I’m aware that the GIF is of Edward Norton as the Hulk and not Mark Ruffalo as the Hulk BUT I liked the GIF for this part of the story)

Originally posted by do-androidsdreamof-electricsheep


Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12


Recon mission, a simple in and out. However during the mission you became separated from your team. One minute you were walking beside Bruce and then next the floor you were walking on broke off and shifted upwards. You screamed as you were catapulted into the air away from your friends.

Bruce watched helplessly as you ascended into the air. It happened so fast, in a blink of an eye you were gone. Bruce and the Hulk went into a frenzy and the Avengers didn’t know what to do as they watched Bruce transform. The Hulk’s eyes dashed around and upwards as he searched for you, when he didn’t see you he roared. It was a painful roar that shook everyone to their core, it was almost like he was howling in agony.

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Dangerous Woman 



When you noticed that Nightwing is in town, you couldn’t help yourself, following him closely to see what he is up to. It is always a fun time when he is around. He may never admit it to anyone else but there is chemistry between you two. Something makes you gravitate towards each other and neither can pull away. If it wasn’t for obvious differences you could very well be with him. But he doesn’t agree with your methods or lifestyle choices. That doesn’t stop you from having your fun with him. You are quite happy to take things for how they are. 

Nightwing investigates a crime scene carefully, analysing all the details while you watch from a nearby rooftop, he hasn’t spotted you so far. You can’t help but wonder what he’s doing in Gotham, it has been a while since you lost saw him. The left corner of your mouth creases as you smirk to yourself, how you missed seeing his body from behind. That suit of his shows off all the right places. It is time for you to make your presence known. 

“Look what the Cat dragged in.” You catch his attention, disturbing him while he works. 

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Fireworks (Chris Evans x Reader)

Originally posted by forchrisevans

Prompt: Kicking someone is not a form of romance with Chris?

Can you do a Chris proposal one? Preferably in a big city on top of a big building with fireworks after the reader says yes 😉

A/N: I had writers block. Then someone sent this my way and y’all know how much I like writing cute proposals. Chris does strike me as the kind of person who low-key adores romantic comedies. He’s been in enough. Also if you don’t know who Richard Curtis is- I demand you watch his films. I have shed lots of tears because of him.

Thank you to the anons who requested this! 

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The thick, stifling summer humidity of New York City was something Xander would never grow accustomed to. The air was thicker than a wool blanket covering his skin and as he looked down at the bustling city streets from where he stood on the roof of his apartment complex, a half-empty bottle of whiskey hanging from his pale fingertips, there was a fleeting thought that he could cease to exist with one careless step. The sun had already begun to sink beneath the horizon, painting the sky with deep streaks of gold and orange while the cool hues of blue and purple began to appear closely behind. Blaring car horns and aggressive shouting filled his ears as he languidly paced back and forth, a cigarette dangling from between his lips. With his back to the building, he was blatantly startled when the door to the fire escape swung open and crashed against the wall. “Well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” he chided dryly to the intruder, voice hoarse from lack of use, “I’m disappointed this is no longer my own personal hide-out, but welcome nonetheless. I have half a bottle of expensive liquor and cigarettes. Feel free to make yourself at home,” he chided, motioning to the cheap patchwork couch hidden behind the air conditioning unit. Turning his attention back towards the city, he blew out a cloud of smoke towards the sky, mumbling incoherent curses under his breath.