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Religion is Complicated

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Title: Religion is Complicated

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,583

Warnings: angst, and small amounts of fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy Satan Sunday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

The rain pelted your clothes as you sat on the curb outside your house.  You weren’t sure where you were going to go.  Your family had always been strict with their religion and their rules.  You didn’t mean to upset them with your opinion.  Apparently having an opinion was earned in your home.  You realized this a little too late.

Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the rain.  It didn’t matter what happened, you now had nowhere to live, nowhere to eat, and nowhere to bathe.  This had to be one of the worst days of your life.

“Religion can be so complicated,” an unfamiliar voice uttered, as a tall man towered over you.  His hair was blond and his eyes were blue.  He was wearing jeans and a brown shirt with a green over shirt on top of it.  “I broke too many rules once.  My father kicked me out too.”

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Lucifer’s Confession

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Title: Lucifer’s Confession

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 828

Warnings: implied sex, fluff

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Have a great Sinful Sunday, Agents! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3 I love you all so much!! <3

While Sam and Dean were gone, it gave you and Lucifer a chance to get closer.  You were already dating, but the lack of sex between the two of you had been almost unbearable for the both of you.  The night Sam and Dean left on a hunt, it was like letting an animal out of its cage.  Lucifer was impressed by your stamina.  

He knew humans needed rest.  By the looks of it, you needed rest.  He let you lay your head on his chest.   He observed how your breathing went from short and erratic to slow and steady.  He had always enjoyed watching you sleep.

The fallen archangel figured you were asleep by now, but he didn’t want to move and risk waking you up.  He combed his fingers through your hair, smiling down at you.  He wasn’t one for lovey dovey romance, but in this moment he truly loved you with every fiber of his being.  He wanted to tell you, but he didn’t want to give you the impression that he was going to be like that all the time.  He had a reputation to keep.

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Imagine Ubbe having a serious talk to the young man that tried to take advantage of both of your daughter.

“You have no idea who she is right? You think just because you are young and a viking that you can try and use my daughter? Abuse her naiveness?”

Ubbe was angry and his voice dangerously low has he took another step to the young man direction infront of the great hall while everyone was seeing the scene.

“Ubbe will break him in half poor boy” Floki giggled sipping his whine.

“ I didnt do anything she didnt want to, I am not afraid of you Ubbe” the young man spoke and Ubbe laughed making his daughter scared of his actions.

“ I wont do anything now erik, but let me say one thing before I leave. You come close to my daughter, you look at my daughter, you come near her friends or if I just happen to be in a bad mood, I will show you why you should be afraid of me, leave now”

Ubbe clenched his fists and looked at his daughter with a more concern look walking in her direction making sure she was okay.

“ I would have killed him right there, would spare much talk and time” Ivar sipped his wine while feeling disappointed no blood was shed.


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Let Her Go


Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 400

A/N: Just a gif blurb. Feeling a little angsty tonight. Hell, it isn’t much, but this is he kind of little thing I used to do all the time. Slowly getting back to it. YOU SHOULD TAKE NOTE, YOU’VE GOTTEN THREE FICS IN THREE NIGHTS. WHAT?! It’s also a part of my 30 days of Jensen and Dean. This is fic number TWENTY-FIVE. The line requested was, “If there’s anything worth dying for, this is it.” requested by @teepartyy It’s way more angsty than you hoped for. I’m sorry, but thanks for celebrating with me!

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Home - Chapter 3: I’ll Watch Over You  (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

(DARYL X READER)

Summary: You have been dating Daryl for months before settling in Alexandria together. Daryl goes out on a run and you await his return impatiently and think about him as you await his return. Pre-Negan Era. Reader continues to reminisce about the first night she spent with Daryl after her father’s death.

Warnings: Walker Killing, Grief, Family Death, Fluff

Word Count: 2,228

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“Alright, move your feet. That’s it. You always have to be one step ahead of them.” I can hear Michonne guiding me from behind as I encircle the walker we have encountered in the woods. This is the reason we were out here. After meeting up with Rick’s group, you were told that guns were not the best solution to these dead walkers and that the best defense was learning how to kill them as quietly as possible, a knife being one of the best silent weapons to use.  I was a little taken aback by this, as shooting guns was the only way I ever knew or saw to kill a walker. But once you were told that noise could draw them in, you knew you had to learn how to be more proficient at killing these assholes.

You tried to listen intently to Michonne as you shuffled your feet fasted on the dried leaves and twigs beneath your feet.

The walkers moan and limped closer to me, but didn’t have a chance to catch you as you quickly darted in a circular motion around it, not giving it a second to catch up to you.

“That’s right.” Michonne praised. “Now try to get behind it and stab it from behind before it has a chance to turn.” She instructed.

You gripped my knife harder in your hand and began to again circle the walker two more times, before feeling ready. You stopped quickly behind it, locked your feet in a forward stand, and thrust your knife upward into the back of its skull as hard as could. You felt the knife penetrate the skull bone and into the brain. The dead thing suddenly stopped moving slammed to the ground, face first.

Your breath was catching as the adrenaline pumped through your veins. You had to admit, You loved this feeling, and you loved killing as many of these things as you could. Ever since that night when the last of your family was taken, all you wanted to do was kill as many of the as you could. Now I know how dad felt after mom and my sister died. You thought sadly, but matter-of-factly. Your chest heaved up and down as you felt your heart pumping the blood through your veins, you could feel it in yours ears.

You look up at Michonne for approval, only to see her with a big grin on her face, she was obviously proud.

“Good. Now that we have mastered one…” She looks over to our right where two more have now appeared.

We grinned at each other and both began to run towards our new targets…

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Under the cut you’ll find ### lyrics from seven Broadway shows. They could be useful for bios lyrics, sidebar descriptions, para titles, plot or character inspiration. The lyrics aren’t necessarily in order as they appear in the show, but they are grouped by song. My favorites are bolded. PS I would suggest looking up the context of the lyrics before using (especially because all these songs are too good to not listen to).  

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BAD TEMPER XIII + MASTERLIST + AO3


A/N: Again, I’m so sorry with the slow updates, school’s a binch and I’m trying to survive. I’ll try my best to post at least one chapter a week for you all, but there’s no promises ): Again, I’ll try my best to get these up for you all to read! Thank you for understanding, enjoy :)

Word Count: 4.2K+

Warning: Profanity…angst-y


It had been a little over half a day since your incident, you still lying unconscious on the cot as Kylo had took time from his work to visit you here and there in case you had woken up. At first, he did it with the thought of scolding you the moment you’d slip back into consciousness, telling you how stubborn and selfish you were being; but then he realized how cruel and heartless that must’ve seemed, and at the moment, he really couldn’t act such way especially after the argument. So he decided he’d be by your side the moment you had awakened just to see if you were okay. Although he couldn’t be by your side the whole day, he made sure almost everyone in the med bay would notify him the moment you were snapping back to reality.

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A/N: Finally, here it is. Thank you thecaptainsflowercrown for this request. Honestly, I’m so sorry, this is EXTREMELY late. But I hope you still enjoy it. I might do a part 2 to this depending, let me know what you guys think! Thanks again<3

Prompt: Could I have one where the reader and Pietro get drunk and get a bit handy and Tony walks in on them kissing and the next morning, he keeps making innuendos and he convinces then to confess that they like each other? Your writing is amazing btw!

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, mentions of sex

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“We Should Do This More Often”

You didn’t drink.

You never saw the point of it really. People said that it made them feel free, more relaxed and able to express themselves better. 

But it made you uneasy to think that your sober thoughts could be spoken, and you didn’t know what kind of drunk you were either.

What if you were messy? 

Or mean? 

Or overly affectionate?

You weren’t willing to take the risk of finding out.

So you didn’t drink. 

Ever. 

That was of course, until tonight. 

You had been recruited by the Avengers two months ago. You lived a fairly normal life, but your abilities were anything but. Teleporting had it’s pros, but a lot of cons if misused. Which is exactly how the Avengers and many other agencies had found you. In the end though, you decided to join the Avengers. They had a point in saying your powers could be used for so much more than making sure you caught the bus on time, you could save lives and make the world a better place. Now, you helped people daily and had a fantastic group of friends, a family even.

So when Tony had decided to take everybody to the local club, on him; you didn’t refuse. 

What could go wrong? It was just a night for everybody to have a little fun. 

Besides, you could just have some water or a pop right? 

“Wrong” said Clint, shaking his head. 

“So wrong! You’re how old? And you’ve never had a drink? Kid, how is that even possible?" 

You shrugged your shoulders "I just never saw the intrigue I guess”.

Currently, everyone was crammed into a large red booth, the night just getting started. 

“My brother and I have rarely gotten so as well. Not that we really had the chance anyway” confessed Wanda, to which Pietro nodded.

“What’s wrong with kids now a days? You’re all in your prime! Live a little!” Encouraged Tony 

“tell you what, I’ll be right back” he said as he walked into the crowd of people dancing. 

“I really don’t see the big deal in this” you confessed

“Don’t mind them Y/N. You should’ve seen their reactions when they found out the twins didn’t know how to drive” said Natasha with a smirk. 

“You should get on that though you two, it’s needed for a lot of missions” Steve instructed 

“We will” promised Wanda.
“I-”
“-alright kiddos! Here you go!” You heard a voice say.
Turning, you saw something you definitely didn’t see coming. 

There was Tony Stark with two large trays of shots.

“HOLY SHIT TONY!” You exclaimed 

“No need to yell Y/N. I’m just introducing you kiddies to the wonderful world of alcohol” he smiled.

“There are what, 40 shots? I am not indulging in that much of your drink Mr.Stark” Pietro said firmly 

“Chill speedy, and don’t be greedy. This isn’t all for you guys. Couldn’t forget about my other dear friends!” He exclaimed as he passed two shots to the assassins, the solider, and his so called ‘science bro’.  

“Tony-” you started 

“C'mon Y/N, just try one! It won’t kill you”

“I-”

“May I have one?” Wanda asked tentatively 

Pietro looked at her questioning. You weren’t sure if it was because of her powers or their natural twin understanding but after a moment of looking at each other Pietro nodded and turned to Tony

“Me as well Mr.Stark” he said.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Look at you kids, growing up” he said as he passed them both a shot.

“Y/N?” Asked Pietro, glancing at the shots on the tray.

“Oh, no I’m fine thank you” you denied.

“C'mon kid” urged Clint.

You sighed exasperatedly, there was no reasoning with these people. You really didn’t want a drink. But shots were small anyway, if you just had one maybe they’d leave you be for the rest if the night. After a few moments in thought, you grabbed a shot from the tray.

“Yes! Now the party has begun!” Exclaimed Tony

“Cheers!” He said as everyone clanked their glasses together and downed their shots.

You had been around alcohol long enough to know that when doing a shot, you couldn’t go slow. So before you could convince yourself otherwise, you shot your head back and downed the liquor.

Boy, did that burn. 

But the tingling in your throat after the fact was…questionable.

You smirked slightly, that wasn’t as bad as you had expected.

You looked across the table to see how the twins were reacting.
Wanda was coughing up a storm and Pietro patting her back gently, obviously not as bothered by the strength of the shot than his twin. Clint was laughing his head off at the whole ordeal.

“What’d you think Y/N?” Asked Steve politely

“It was..well, it wasn’t as bad as I expected” you confessed, trying hard not to smile. Maybe you were slightly wrong. 

Slightly.

But you stood firm on your mission. You would not get drunk.

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Okay, maybe you were a little drunk.

In all honesty, you blamed Tony. After your first shot, he convinced you to have one more. Which in retrospect wasn’t that all bad, but it definitely allowed you to justify the four more you ended up having. 

The good news was you didn’t feel very different, just a slight buzzing in your head and a little more love for the world. 

The bad news was you weren’t sure if you would really be able tell if you felt different anyways with how clouded your thoughts were. 

You found yourself observing at all of the couples on the dance floor. 

“Do you want to dance” slurred a voice behind you.

You turned with a smile, you’d know that voice anywhere.  

“Of course” you said, taking Pietro’s hand as he lead you across dance floor.

Yours and Pietro’s relationship was a tad complicated at the moment.
When you first joined, Pietro and you instantly hit it off. You weren’t very much alike each other; but alike enough to forge a pretty good friendship.
You two would often tease each other over the others music tastes or powers; all in good heart of course. He was one of your closest friends, if not your best.
But lately you two had been getting rather..escalated.
Sometimes he would hold your hand for no reason other than 'his hands were feeling cold’ and it was getting hard to count how many times you found yourselves cuddling on the couch.
It wasn’t anything major, but it was something big enough to make your heart skip a beat. You had been harboring a crush for Pietro for over a month now. And his actions gave you hope to cling to. 

Goodness. You felt like a schoolgirl.

As you two began dancing, it didn’t take you long to lose yourself in the beat.
The people dancing all around you didn’t seem to have a care in the world, and that atmosphere rubbed off on you and Pietro. Rarely could you two just let go and have a good time, with missions and other responsibilities looming around you, you barely had time for anything else. So you were thankful for every moment of it that was happening here. You and Pietro were slowly gravitating closer and closer together, not that you were complaining. 

Pietro placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, you could feel his breath against your neck as he slurred “we should this more often" 

You smiled up at him and nodded, continuing to dance. 

Suddenly, you felt something pleasant and warm peck your cheek.
You turned your head again to see Pietro smiling with a glint in his eye you couldn’t quite decipher.

"You missed” you smiled looking into his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Pietro asked with an eyebrow raised 

“You missed” you repeated with a giggle, gently planting your lips on his. 

He instantly accepted your kiss, smiling into your lips.

As your kiss deepened, the world around you began to fade away until it was just you and Pietro. 

You felt Pietro’s hand lower down your body as you two began to get more intimate.


Pushing your bodies together and deepening your kiss (which was more so a makeout now). Your hands began to ruff up Pietro’s hair, this was more than you had dreamed. 

You didn’t want to leave this moment, you had yearned for it for so long.
Suddenly, you felt Pietro pull away. 

You looked up at him questionably as you heard him mumble in your ear “if we’re going there, maybe you should take us somewhere more private" 

You smiled, understanding, as you pulled him closer and instantly flashed you and Pietro to your bedroom. 

What happened next, well, you wouldn’t have had the courage to do if you were sober.

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"Owwww” you complained holding your head. You felt like you were dying.  

“Here” said Natasha as she handed you an Advil and glass of water.“This should make you feel a little better”

“Thanks Nat” you mumbled. 

Last night had been fantastic, but every good thing came with a price you supposed. 

Clint wasn’t in any better shape than you, he had sprawled out on the couch an hour ago and hadn’t moved since. It was even a miracle that you had managed to drag yourself downstairs with how bad you were feeling. 

“I don’t understand you, you had way more than me” you complained 

“Well, I’ve had more experience" she chuckled "besides, what happened to you never drinking?”

“Shut uuuupppp” you groaned. 

Not bothering to cover up her laugh, Natasha walked over by Clint.
Well, at least the Advil was helping. 

After a few minutes of sitting in blissful silence you saw Pietro stumble in out of the corner of your eye and plop down beside you 

“Morning” he mumbled taking your hand. 

After last night, you knew things were going to be different. You didn’t know if it meant a ruined friendship or a new romance but it was seeming like the latter, which sent floods of relief through you.

“Morning” you smiled. 

“MORNING SUNSHINES!” You heard a voice yell.  

You held your head as you turned.

“Quiet down Mr.Stark” Pietro pleaded, running his hands tiredly through his hair. 

This morning neither of you were on your A game.

Tony smiled. “You know speedy, that little motion there reminds me of a little something from last night…” He smirked crossing his arms 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.  

“Oh nothing. I’m just saying.. last night was really fun guys, ‘We should do this more often’” he smirked.

Your mouth dropped, catching on to what he was implying. 

You glanced over at Pietro with a blush creeping onto your cheeks. You were comforted to find that he appeared just as shocked and uncomfortable as you were. 

Without exchanging a word, there was a panicked understanding between you both.

You were caught. 

“I do not know what you are talking about” Pietro said hurriedly  

“Relax roadrunner” he replied “I only heard everything. You know, you should expect people to hear you when you’re jammed in that tight. I just hope you both at least used a cond-”

“Oh my God Tony! cut it ou-”

“What’s this?” You hear Natasha say, rising from her place beside Barton.

“Nothing at all, Mr.Stark just needs to learn to mind his own business ” Pietro seethed, glare never leaving Tony. 

“Uh-huh, sure.” she replied, though she began to leave the room. At least she had some common courtesy. 

“You better not tell ANYONE Stark” you threatened.

“Tell you what kid, I’m not that good at keeping secrets-”

“Well you better start to be Tony” you replied coolly 

“-as I was saying. I think this can be kept between us under one condition…" 

Pietro rolled his eyes. 

"What?” He demanded.  

Tony smirked as he made his proposition that he knew you couldn’t refuse, unless you wanted the rest of the team knowing about your and Pietro’s…relations.  

He had you both with your hands tied.  

As he began to tell you both his 'deal’ you and Pietro shared another glance, in disbelief of what Tony was saying

“Oh HELL no”.

Here is the Felicity version.


“Oliver?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s my comms earpiece?”

“What?”

“Where. Is. My. Comms?”

“Oh… I put it away.”

“Where?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“I need it!”

“Felicity, no. We agreed, not Arrow business tonight. I’ve been planning this dinner for weeks.”

“But Oliver, the city is under attack.”

“The team can handle it.”

“Oliver, just tell me where my ear piece is. I’ll just listen in. Just so we don’t have to worry, we’ll know what’s going on.”

“Felicity. The team can handle it. This dinner is important.”

“But, what if something happens, how will they get a hold of us?”

“That’s what cell phones are for. Now, sit. Eat.”

“But… We’re talking about the greater good.”

“‘Greater good’? Felicity, I am your future husband —“

“You’re my what?”

“Your… Well, there goes the surprise.”

“What?”

“Felicity, the reason I wanted to have this dinner with you was because I have a question for you.”

“Oh.”

“And, depending on your answer, this dinner could change our lives. So, for the third time, hoping that third time’s the charm, will you marry me?”

“Yes. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“My comms unit. Let me listen in on the team, just to make sure that they’re okay. Give it back, and I’ll marry you.”

“…”

“Please.”

“… Ugh. The things I do for you. Here.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“And just so you know… I would have married you anyway.”

“I know. Aren’t you going to turn your ear piece on?”

“I think the team can handle one night without us.”

“Probably.”

“Besides, it’s not every day that someone gets re-engaged, we should probably celebrate.”

“Definitely.“

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hi everyone!! i just recently hit a huge milestone in followers so i thought i might as well make another follow forever, plus i finally figured out how to make a (crappy) gif! my blog turned a year old in may which is WILD because i can’t believe a whole year being in this fandom has passed so quickly!! anyway i just want to take a second to thank each and every one of my followers for putting up with me over this past year, and i love all my mutuals so much, you’re all really cool n we should talk sometime ;w;

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