nat fic

Which One (NSFW)

Originally posted by anotherscarlettblog

dom!Bucky x sub!Natasha x dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dear god so much smut, Принцесса = princess, Мадам = madam, Котенок = kitten, сержант = sergeant

A/N: I’m just cranking out fucking stories today, jesus. This is such a long fucking fic and I’m not even remotely sorry about that. I might need to bathe in holy water after this…


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BuckysPlums14 Masterlist

Originally posted by themostmarvelousimagines2

UPDATED 8-15-16

Bucky x Reader Smut

Please, Daddy

Captain Cockblock

Your Wettest Dream Cum True

It’s Been, What, 70 Something Years?

Show Me How Rough

See… That WAS Fun (Request)

Metaling with the Wrong Avenger (Request)

Bucky’s Best Girl (Request)

Bucking Off (Request)

FUBAR (Request)

Bucky x Reader Fluff

A Night to Remember (Request)

Flustered (Request)

Bucky x Reader Series

The Winter Soldier PART 1: Longing

The Winter Soldier PART 2: Rusted

Bucky x Reader x Third Party Smut

Internet, So Helpful (Bucky x Reader x Steve x Natasha x Wanda)

Internet, So Helpful Part 2 (Bucky x Reader x Steve x Natasha x Wanda)

Happy Birthday, Baby (Request) (Bucky x Reader x Natasha)

Bucky x Natasha (WinterWidow) Smut

Show Me How Much You Missed Me Soldier

Bucky x Wanda (WinterWitch) Smut

We Shall Call Them: Winterwitch

Bucky x Steve Smut

You’re Keeping the Outfit, Right?

Bucky x Steve Fluff

With a Decade’s Love

It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

true to form, i was trying to write something else and this story wouldn’t leave me alone. ao3 link.

Summary: During the Reaper War, Calvin Kosta reflects on his relationship with his son. 

Grounded

It is two months after their son leaves for Andromeda that the Reapers descend on Earth. Blame is cast, fingers pointed, neither lasting long. Silence soon descends on the megalopolises and London is disconnected from the world.

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“Do you really have to go?” Joelle asks, hugging her son, her child, her only child so fiercely it’s as though she believes the embrace will change his mind. “It’s so hard, just—knowing we’ll never see you again.”

They’ve had this conversation a million times, but it still doesn’t mean Liam doesn’t cry. He knows what this means to his parents – especially to Mum – but he has to do this. The opportunity to make  a difference, a real difference, is too much to pass up. “They need me,” he says, finally pulling back, but it doesn’t stop Joelle from making her last stand.

“I need you,” she insists, and Calvin sees his opportunity to intervene. Places a hand on his wife’s shoulder, claps a hand to Liam’s.

“She’ll be safe with me,” he promises, flint-brown eyes focused on his son’s face. “You know what you have to do, son. There’s a whole new galaxy out there.”

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anonymous asked:

what kl fic transports you back to the 2016-17 era when we Didn't have depression? bc not to be dramatic but i miss those times so much and i want to Forget the current state of vld canon

hhhhhhh it’s……………………. emo time!!!!

what a healing pod can’t repair by remember_me

fun fact this was the first fic i ever read before finishing s1 and i deadass cried so hard at like 3am and then stayed up to watch the rest of the season before spending the next four days in my bed reading every fic i could possibly get my emo little raccoon hands on lol

just static by jessadilla

a kiss is a kiss (but it’s never like this) by gibbouslunation

nightmares by trashness

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sweet quiznak by checkeredcloth

of florists & tennis shoes by venpast

99c dreams by milkteamiku

you had me at merlot by ryomakun

CAN WE GET AN F FOR THE GOOD OL DAYS

sarcasticallyinspired  asked:

Director Sanvers prompt: The trope "Person carrying an absurd and improbable number of weapons must remove them all (to the bewilderment of those around them)" with all 3 of them unloading an endless supply of weapons from all sorts of places for whatever reason. Oh and thanks for calling me a minion :)

It had always been a rule at family dinners: No Weapons At the Table. Period. End of Story. (No Kara, Kryptonian Yellow Sun Superpowers are an exception). Only when Eliza was around, really, because Kara and Alex were far too used to unexpected emergencies popping up to follow it. But then James became Guardian, Maggie and Lucy came into the picture, and suddenly Winn and Eliza were the only two walking into dinner unarmed.

It was their third Thanksgiving after Alex came out when Eliza had finally had enough.

“I mean it, take all of the weapons and put them on the side table.”

James just has a knife and a small hand gun. He quickly joins Kara and Winn at the dinner table.

Maggie puts her service weapon on the table. Alex and Lucy do the same.

Lucy pulls a small blade out of her boot.

Maggie’s backup weapon comes out of the holster at her ankle.

Alex pulls a Swiss army knife out of her jacket pocket.

Lucy takes some dangerously sharp hairpins out of her hair.

The space gun leaves its place at the small of Alex’s back.

It surprises even Kara as the mountain of weapons beings to grow. The pile is teetering slightly when the doorbell rings. Kara shakes her head and welcomes Lena into the apartment. Lena, who was made aware of the rule in the same manner as everyone else, halts halfway into the apartment to stare at the growing pile of weapons.

Lucy pulls a knife out of her boot.

Maggie drops brass knuckles on the table.

Alex pulls a handful of razor blades out of her wallet.

When all’s said and done, there are five guns, sixteen knives, thirty-two miscellaneous blades of different types, and a half dozen close combat tools.

Eliza stares at them, her arms crossed and her face blank.

Alex sheepishly drops one last knife on the table, pulled from the heel of her boot.

Eliza sighs and turns back to the kitchen, waving them to the table.

Kara is the only one who sees Lena pull a small gun from her purse and add it to the pile.

“Now nobody will play with m-m-me,” Steve whispers. “I get s-s-sick,” Steve wails and his breathing starts to hitch.
“I’ll still play with you,” Clint says fiercely. “Nobody wants to play with me either. My ear is broke so they won’t. We can play. If you want.”

from @musicalluna​’s de-aged!au, Kidding Around

This fic is the BEST and I love all the team building/bonding and how much they all look out for each other. It’s just an overall AMAZING fic and everyone should go read it immediately!

i would say ‘someone stop me’ but i don’t think i want to stop? ao3 link

Summary: Liam has a confession to make.

Three Words

Sara’s setting a ground rule. They’re not going to have sex in the sand. It’s unpleasant enough when the sand is a known quantity, but up until recently, this world was irradiated and Sara has not come this far to get radioactive sand in places where it definitely should not be.

Still. The feeling of Liam’s body beneath her almost wants her to throw caution to the wind. But only almost.  When Liam smiles up at her, it takes her one step closer to changing her mind. “I’ve noticed something,” he starts, a hand on her hip as though it belongs there. (It does.)

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i couldnt stop smiling when writing this its so fluffly

AU in which the group is taking a day off, and 10k is being needy and cuddly (AKA doc is high, murphy is moody, and theres mattresses involved)

requested by @stawmay12

“I vote we take a chill day.” Doc says, nodding his head.

“A chill day?” Warren asks, brows narrowing.

“We’ve been going nonstop for a while, Warren. Doc’s got a point. We all need to rest.” Addy says.

“It’s just one day, Warren. We could all use it.” Mack says. Warren sighs, and drops her bag to the ground. You’re outside a mattress store, and she nods her head.

“Fine. We head out tomorrow morning.” She says.

“Yes!” You exclaim, tugging 10k towards the door. There are a few Z’s inside (which are easily disposed of), and there are only a few mattresses that aren’t ruined, but it’s like Christmas and Halloween and your birthday rolled in together. Mack and 10k shove the remaining ones together by the back wall, making a giant square of comfort. Everyone climbs up, even Warren, though she’s last. Everyone passes around canned veggies and gets comfortable, something you havent done in ages.

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anonymous asked:

Love your winterironwidow AUs, they give me life! But most are winterwidow to winterironwidow, how about we change it up a bit: Tony and Nat are working together (and being together) as a sort of "anything-for-hire" - they will steal, spy, assassinate and protect, whatever is needed, for money. And they are VERY good at what they do, what with Nat's infiltrating sneaky spy skills combined with Tony's computer/gadget skills and brains (and they are both excellent at acting). (1/2)

(2/2) Then one mission Tony’s cover has been blown and he has to disappear into the crowd. He spies a guy sitting alone in a café and sits down next to him asking him to hide him because some guys have been following him all day. Bucky, always the gentleman, does exactly that, and they proceed to have a wonderful first date which doubles as a job interview because turns out the former special forces sniper is currently unemployed, and has just the right skill set to compliment the other two.


“Tony,” Natasha says slowly, eyeing up the good-looking young man currently standing half-naked in their bedroom. “What did I say about cheating on me?”

“Not to, or you’d slit the bitch’s throat right in front of me and make me watch them die, then drown me in their blood,” Tony cheerfully replies, sauntering out of the walk-in closet he’d insisted every safe house would have to contain, while the stranger spluttered. “He’s got great abs though.”

“I can see that,” Natasha states drily because he really does. Dead-Hottie-Walking–and damn it, Tony’s ridiculous nickname habits are starting to rub off on her despite her best efforts–has earned the name. He’s also pulling himself together remarkable fast, refuses to break eye-contact with her despite the light blush that refuses to die down.

Natasha always respects a man who refuses to cower in front of her but is still smart enough to realise he’s in trouble.

“He’s also a sniper,” Tony adds, as though that is supposed to make her feel any better, and throws the guy a shirt he catches without looking. 

Oddly enough it does make her feel better.

“Really?” she drawls, attention still fully focused on the unknown threat. “And how did you come to lose your shirt?”

Dead-Hottie-Walking’s mouth sets into a tight line, before he visibly forces himself to relax, shrugs. “It got blood on it,” he answers, no inflection whatsoever. And yes, she can see why Tony likes him.

Damn it.

“So,” she leans against the door frame, folding her arms in front of her chest in a mock-show of patience. “Are you going to tell me why you’ve invited a virtual stranger in our,” secret “bedroom or should I go get my knives and get the answers myself?”

“Kinky,” Dead-Hottie-Walking mutters not quite under his breath. Definitely see why Tony likes him.

“It totally wasn’t my fault!” her loveable, genius, idiot of a boyfriend blurts out, hands flailing. “I was just doing my job, there was absolutely no way I could’ve foreseen-!”

Natasha suppresses a sign.

So this is going to be one of those days.


I adore this. I love the twist of Tony/Nat being a thing before Bucky joins them!!! (He totally will, it’s just gonna take some time, for one Nat will have to stop calling him Dead-Hottie-Walking at some point) I hope you like the silliness I came up with :)

Operation love bites

The one with all the hickies. (Prompt 10)
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10k wasn’t the type of person that did PDA. Heck he didn’t even know what PDA was. He had never had a girlfriend which was why he was always awkward about everything.

You had to initiate everything. You had to admit your feelings to him first, you had to initiate the first hug, the first kiss, the first time.

Normally stuff like this would bother someone in the normal world, but this wasn’t the normal world and you didn’t mind at all. You loved to be in control and you loved seeing him get all flustered when you do the tiniest of things.

One night you guys were sharing a motel room. You managed to get showers in which was fantastic seeing as it was like 100 degrees outside. Whenever it’d be the hot, he’d have the tendency to sleep in his underwear which made it easier for you to fool around with him. Yeah he’d get all shy, but secretly he loved it.

After his shower he did his usual routine of stripping off his clothes and laying out on top of the comforter. You were feeling a little bit spontaneous so when he was reading one of your books you decide to kiss his torso.

He immediately stops what he’s done and he freezes as you continue. You giggle as he uses the book to cover his bright red face.

As you make your way down his stomach an idea pops into your head. You move over to his right hip and begin to suck gently on the skin. He stiffens, but soon relaxes. You pull away and admire the love bite that you left on him. He looks down at it and you smile innocently.

He pulls you under him and with no warning at all he begins to suck gently on your inner thigh. You gasp at his sudden change in actions but you don’t stop him.

“It’s time I begin to take control.” He says from between your legs. The sight of him like that immediately brings heat to your face and you look away as he moves on to the other thigh. A few minutes later and he says he’s done.

He makes you go look at what he’s done in the bathroom and you do as you’re told. Once you take a look, your heart does a flip.

He had made a heart on one of your inner thighs with love bites, while the other one had a small scatter of them.

You walk back into the room and he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, he looks like a small child waiting for his mother to pick him up from the principles office.

“How’d I do?” He asks shyly.

You snicker. “You did great, thank you love.”

I Thought You’d Never Ask

Request: @helllaellla messaged me like ‘THIS COULD TOTALLY BE A ONESHOT JUST SAYING’

Warnings: Meat (like steak), Homophobia

Word Count: 800+

A/N: first Nat x Reader, if there are any requests please send to my ask. I had a lot of fun writing this. This was voted for and I would like to thank every one who voted (the other stuff will be posted soon, I promise). @helllaellla @bovaria @marvel-ash @marvelfanfichq @givebuckyhisplums2k16 @starstar1012 @fairy-frills @annadier @buckystories @shamvictoria11 @totheendofthelinepal

Key: Italics is flash backs

Originally posted by ezra-millers

Tonight was different. It could change your life, for better or for worst. But you couldn’t let Natasha know, she was still her chirpy self.

‘I have to say something’ Natasha Romanoff was standing at the front of the class. Her hands were shaking slightly so she held them together tight. ‘I’m gay’

‘FUCK! Why are all the hot ones gay!’ Sam Wilson was the jockiest-jock of all time. He had a line of girls following him around at all times. With his clique, he ruled the hearts of almost all the girls in school. Almost.

‘You’re gay! How can you be gay? God that’s disgusting. Women are meant for men’ you hear from the back of the classroom coming from a type of human no one really liked. Even though your ears were concentrating on the abuse your eyes were glued to Natasha. Her eyes became as red as her hair and her soft bottom lip began trembling.

Something took over you, you felt yourself get up and your hands clap. After, a few moments the entire class was silent.

‘I’m gay, too’. You saw a small hint of happiness in her eyes and she ran toward you. Her arms wrapped around your body and she squeezed slightly.

‘Thank you’ she whispered.

‘Baby! Where did I put those diamond earrings you got me for our 9th?’ Natasha always lost her things. Her job was so difficult, she could remember pages and pages of information but she couldn’t remember where she had put her keys a few moments earlier.

‘In the right hand draw on your desk. At the top’ you called back. She walked in with the earrings in hand and kissed you before going to the mirror to put them in.

‘What would I do without you?’

The two of you had become very close friends after you came out. She called you her knight in shining armour. You would spend hours together at school then hours together after. She was beautiful and funny and you fell in love with her so fast. You didn’t realise it had happened. Until one day she was lying on your legs while watching a film and, looking at her face, you realised you didn’t want this to ever stop.

She came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. She tenderly nipped at your ear before whispering “happy anniversary” and bringing a beautiful necklace into your view.

‘Oh my goodness! Natasha! It’s beautiful’ she put the necklace around your neck and you moved your hair so she could secure it behind you.

‘You’re beautiful’ she mumbled against your neck in between kisses. ‘And my anniversary present?’

‘You’re going to have to wait for it, my darling’ you turned to look at a her and she pouted. It quickly faded when you placed your lips against hers. Before the kiss became anything more she pulled away.

‘You’re gonna mess up my lipstick, and if we don’t leave now we’re gonna miss dinner’

You were nervous when approaching her house, normally you would stroll in as if it was your own. Her parents would greet you and talk to you if Natasha wasn’t home yet. But this time was different. This time you had a specific reason for being there.

Before you knocked on the door you jumped up and down a few times to hype yourself up. When you finally stood still you brought your hand up to eye level, made a fist, and banged on the door 4 times.

‘Y/N! What a lovely surprise, do come in’

‘No thank you, Mr Romanoff, not today. Is Natasha in?’

‘Yes, let me just get her.’ He turned back into the house. A few moments later the red head appeared at the door.

‘And what can I do for you?’ Her smile was genuine, but you were still uneasy.

Dinner went smoothly. You arrived on time and almost immediately was shown to your table. Conversation was never something you had to worry about with Natasha. You talked so much that when the waiter came to take your order you had to send him away so you could actually read the menu. You had a salmon steak while your girlfriend had a T-bone steak. Most the couples in the restaurant were sharing their deserts but you and Natasha were women and needed your strength. After desert Natasha reminded you that you still owed her a present. So pulled a small velvet box from your bag, stood up and lowered one knee to the ground.

‘Natasha, will you go on a date with me?’ Your voice was shaking slightly but her response eased you.

‘I thought you’d never ask’

‘Natasha, will you marry me?’ She go up from her chair to hug you on the ground. When she had pulled away she was tearing up but managed to speak.

‘I thought you’d never ask’.

Sentences Sit In My Mouth

Tony/Steve

Summary: Tony has a habit of flirting with people. Unless he likes them, of course. If he likes them he can’t even hold proper conversations without making a fool out of himself. Just ask Steve.

A/N: I made a text post and had to instantly turn it into a fic. Enjoy!

[Read it on AO3]

Words: 3 387

Tony didn’t do it on purpose, and it was only once he’d been called out on it by Nat - who asked him to stop or she’d be forced to disown him - that he became aware of it.

“I flirt with people?”

“Relentlessly and, I must admit, effortlessly.”

“Huh.”

She’d tilted her head. “You really didn’t know you were doing it?”

“I guess it’s like some sort of second nature at this point.” But it made sense. All his life he’d been taught that charming people was the best way to get them to trust you, and somewhere along the way he must’ve upped the charm slightly too much and was now a walking flirt. He reckoned it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but if Nat found it uncomfortable enough to acknowledge it he was sure more of his teammates wished he would stop.

But stopping proved to be harder than anticipated.

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The King (5) (NSFW)

Originally posted by castlewyvern

CHAPTER 1

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: Sugar Daddy Art Collector T’Challa

Warnings: Smut

A/N: A day early! Hopefully I’ll have that Nat Pride fic out for you guys tomorrow! Also, look at those thighs. LOOK AT THEM!


He stepped behind you, the cold gold chain caressing your throat as he did so. He clasped the necklace closed and leaned down to kiss your neck as his strong hands drifted over your shoulders giving them a small squeeze.

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Show Me Love 15

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: They say if you love someone, let them go.  Thankfully Natasha doesn’t believe in that lovedy-dovey shit, and she’s tired of seeing her friend hurting.

Warnings: Natasha always has to do everything around here, maybe angst?, FLUFFFFFF and Bucky FINALLY pulls his head out of his ass. 

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!  Here we are, everyone!  The end!  I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!  I’ve got some more stand alone pieces on the way, as well as a few multi-chapter fics cooked up!!! Also, keep an eye out for more one-shots of Dr. Barnes.  I’m far from done with him lol Omg look at baby Seb in this pic I’m dying

Missed something?  Find the beginning HERE

⬅️⬅️PART 14 ||| THE END

Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

For the first time in weeks, you woke up well rested, The comforting presence of Pietro beside you no doubt having helped.

The man in question was pressed right up against you, the little spoon in your cuddlefest, and you couldn’t help but smile.  Unwinding your arms from his large form, you dawned a robe and silently snuck out the door.

When you reached the kitchen, an all too familiar and entirely too chipper at this point in the morning presence was already waiting for you with a shit eating grin spread across her face.

“Morning, hot stuff.”

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i tried to write final mission angst but ended up with post-game fluff instead. this pairing has clearly changed me as a person. (not that i’m complaining) ao3 link

Summary: The one in which Liam and Scott have a talk. 

Family Welcome

“So,” Scott starts without missing a beat. “You and my sister, huh?”

Liam realises there is a distinct possibility that Scott Ryder wants to kick his arse. While he’s prepared for that eventuality, believes himself to have the skills to defuse such a situation even, Scott must be able to read the apprehension on his face because he laughs and holds his hands up in resignation. “Nope, not gonna go all grr-grr-protective-big-brother on you,” he assures, “Sara would never let me live it down. At the end of the day, I’m the little one.” 

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Let Me In (2/?)

Summary: You are a new addition to the Avengers, and have only ever seen your teammates with their walls up. However, one by one they slowly start to let you in, and you finally see them as human.

A/N: I feel like this series will just get better and better. I’m starting to hammer out what I want the tone to be, and this was just a blast to write. I kind of want to talk about this part so I’ll put a longer author’s note after the tags for anyone who wants to read my thoughts about this part. Enjoy! And a giant thank you to everyone who read Tony’s part and liked, reblogged, commented, sent me an ask, etc. I was so motivated during this part and I know that that feeling will just get bigger and bigger!! :)

Warnings: language (some stronger swears here friends), mild (non-graphic) violence

Words: 1900 (yeah buddy)

Tony Stark (Part 1)

Natasha Romanoff

Originally posted by lmwechirrut


Natasha!”

Gunshots rang in your ears, and you could physically feel the electricity crackling in the air from Thor’s hammer.

“Get down! Clint, is the quinjet on the ground?”

Everything felt underwater, and you found you couldn’t really move that well. Battlefields were supposed to be mad, but this was something else entirely.

“Look out! Tony, take out that sniper now!”

You heard an explosion come from somewhere nearby. Another bomb went off significantly closer this time. Someone yelled and then the world faded to black.

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AUGUST 2018 FIC REC 

1.  Always Come Back To You“I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?”Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones.Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one.Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”

2. Given A Chance: Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?Wrong.What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

3. Turning Page: “What’s your name?”“Harry.” He draws the word out slowly, hesitantly - like he’s not sure about it. The guy knots his hands behind his back. “Harry Twist.”“Right,” Niall says, eyes lingering suspiciously on Harry before looking back to Louis. “You wanna buy Harry a drink?”Louis lets his eyes drip back to Harry, to his wide eyes and the way his shoulders curve down. He really is pretty – Louis will be the first one to admit it and the last one to ever say it out loud. Louis almost smirks and his lips twitch as he tilts his head, “Not particularly, no.”-AU: Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

4. Try Not To Remember (Rather Than Forget)Harry hadn’t left, not really. He had been right there the entire time. And that’s what had made it worse, knowing that his body was within touching distance but his mind, everything that made Harry Harry, was lost somewhere Louis wasn’t able to reach.He hadn’t left, but that’s what it had felt like most of the time. Just as if one day Harry had up and left him.(Or the one where Harry wakes up.)

5. Every Arrow That I Aim Is True: “I can see you don’t believe me,” Harry says, pretending to be stern. Louis chuckles a little but doesn’t get out of the bed. “Anyway, I texted Liam and told him you’re with me. He said to stay here as long as you need, and he’ll deal with the show over there until you want to come back, all right?”Louis doesn’t say anything again so Harry whispers, “Just stay here with me for a while, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”Louis is quiet. He never picks his head up, but Harry can see the pillow move from where he’s nodding and his fingers tighten around Harry’s. “Yeah,” Louis says. “Yeah, all right.”

6. CAROLINA (Given A Chance): “Harry Styles is on TV!” Niall yelled from the living room.Louis sighed and climbed out of his bed. He started talking before he was even fully out of his room. “What the hell is a Harry Styles?”or Louis will swear on his life he doesn’t know a Harry Styles, but that won’t explain why the lead single off Harry’s album, “Carolina”, is most definitely about him.

7. When It’s Late At Night: Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that’s exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.OrThe Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

8. Can’t Fool Me: “I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

9. Baby We Could Be Enough (I’ll Make This Feel Like Home):  “Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.[harry is a photographer who’s trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

10. No One Does It Better: Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met.

Everyone’s A Little Scarred

Tony/Steve, Rhodey, Clint, Natasha

Summary: Tony’s not okay, but he’s somehow even less okay in his own bed.

A/N: I’ve been working on this thing since last year, and I can now finally show you my pride and joy. Special thanks to @thatkourtnichik for being my beta, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: PTSD, insomnia (sort of), mentions of past alcohol consumption, anxiety attacks. Nothing very graphic, but it’s there.

Words: 5 714

“Can I crash here tonight?”

The surprise on Rhodey’s face was replaced by confusion. “Everything okay?”

“Just peachy.”

Rhodey watched him for a few seconds too long to be considered normal before stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Tony shouldered his way past him and entered his apartment. “Great. I promise I won’t be a bother.”

“The thought never crossed my mind.” Rhodey closed the door and turned to him. “So, you hungry?”

“I’m sort of craving a cup of coffee.”

“Coffee it is then,” Tony heard him mumble, “at eleven at night” when he thought he was out of earshot.

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this is like five weeks late, oh my lord. i kept rewriting it bc i wasn’t happy with it, and then mebb happened and now i’m procrastinating and decided to string together what i had.

i went with shaynor because how could i not! (also sorry this isn’t in a proper answer and all, the text field kept eating my formatting!) 

16. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

Shepard’s getting real tired of coming back from the dead. This time she doesn’t wake up on a research facility bed but she’s still disappointed that the harsh bright light that fills her eyes isn’t welcoming to her the afterlife. Everything fucking hurts but you know what, she’s used to that, too.  

She wishes that the universe would have just let her rest in peace.

*

“You have a visitor,” the nurse tells her, several months into her recovery.  Shepard raises an eyebrow because she’s never heard that before. Not here, at least; with repairs still underway on the Mass Effect relays, travel in the galaxy is anywhere between slow and impossible, depending on where one’s going and where they’re coming from.  

Even Before the Reapers, as Shepard now thinks of that time of her life, visits had usually been from Alliance brass, ushering along her recovery between insincere lines of don’t push yourself and take all the time you need. Once upon a time, when the Alliance had asked her to jump, she would’ve asked ‘how high’?

Now, she thinks she’s done enough. The idea of a life free from the auspices of the Alliance terrifies her, but still. The idea of living in general seems ethereal at times. She realises now that she had never expected to survive the war. That’s how it worked, right? The hero always dies in the end.

Except for the times when they don’t.

That’s when the door opens and Shepard hears a voice she hasn’t heard in what feels like a lifetime.

Samantha.

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