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Sharing is Caring.

Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns/OC- Reader’s shower stops working and needs to use Roman and Deans. Things get a little carried away.

Warnings: I don’t know why this is so long but it is, also there aren’t any except for pure smut.

I don’t know where this idea came from but I’m damn glad that its here now : @alexispoo @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @sierrarukia @ambrosegirlforever


I smirked as my heels clicked on the concrete in the halls of the arena. Seeing that I wasn’t scheduled to fight tonight but instead I had a promo with Dean and Roman, my outfit had to be perfect. My heels made me feel a little bit more superior than my fellow wrestlers and the whistle that just left Finn’s mouth made me giggle in delight.

As I stood in the gorilla waiting for my cue, I checked my reflection once more and smiled as I saw how well my dress hugged every curve on my body. My music pulled my attention away from the mirror and I walked out the curtain to an audience chanting my name.

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Babysitter (Part 4)

Summary: While Tae is stuck at work you decided to hangout with your friends.

Pairings: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst / Smutish

Words: 3k

A/N: This one is a little sad :(, but I promise that part 5 will be fun :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | MasterlistPart 5 | Part 6

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enthw-deactivated20171105  asked:

Ok so like this would take place during the last episode at the part where Billy shows up and Steve gets v over protective over the kids and the Reader cuz Billy is a jerk and then Steve, The Reader and the kids all go into the upside down and Steve gets v over protective of the Reader and he practically holds onto her just so she doesn't get hurt or taken by anything and then Steve comforts her when it's all over and like she's terrified the entire time she's with Steve and the boys and max?

WARNING: STRANGER THINGS 2 SPOILERS

A/N: I didn’t include the Billy part because I already have request about the fight with Billy. 

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It Didn’t Hurt

Ya boi back at it again with the angst I’m sorry

Sort of inspired by this post  by @overly-analogical. 

Summary: Patton lies to himself, time and time again — their biting remarks don’t hurt, of course they don’t — but he can’t stay strong forever. Hurt/comfort, can be seen as polysanders I guess?

Alternate title: Patton learns a valuable lesson about not bottling up your feelings.


It didn’t hurt.


Every biting remark and mean comment; each insult, meant to hurt him, to push him down — he could take them all in stride. He was the father, the heart of their family. He needed to be happy, and strong for his kiddos.


It didn’t hurt.


The others had problems, troubles, and he needed to stay strong; like a lighthouse in the middle of a foggy night, unyielding in its ability to bring them back home. His smile was their light, a beacon to guide them through the turbulent seas of their worries and fears; and his arms were the home that they found when they returned, his arms and his comforting voice, his reassurances that, come what may, they’d be okay.


It didn’t hurt.

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Valuable Asset - One-shot - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by recordshopchris

Summary: As the weapons and tech member of the Avengers Y/N stays at the compound. When the team leaves to take out a Hydra base they find out it was a distraction set up by Hydra to infiltrate the compound and take Y/N.

A/N: This was requested by @borderline-person a while back. Sorry it took me so long to finish writing it, you can blame my writer’s block for that, and I hope you like it. 

Request: It’s a steve x reader, where reader is an amazing techy/weapon agent that helps the avengers during missions behind the computers, one mission the avengers are raising a hydra base but turns out to be a decoy/distraction cos hydra just really wants to kidnap the reader for her skills and the avengers are super worried especially steve but when they got back they found out the reader fought all the enemies and they are suprised that she is great at fighting too, sorry if you found it weird haha, it’s up to you how you wanna go from this and thank you so much!!!


“Everything is looking good on this end,” I tell the team as I scan the monitors in front of me.

“Are you sure this is the place Fury told you about,” Nat asked.

“Yes,” I frown. “Why?”

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Steve said.

“Tony is your suit glitching,” I ask looking at the monitor that showed me a feed coming from his suit.

“No,” Tony said.

“I don’t get it,” I say as my fingers flew across the keyboard in front of me. “There seems to be no heat signatures coming from inside the building.”

“I’m getting the same thing,” Sam said and I turned to look at the monitor showing me Red Wing’s feed.

“Guys stay on your toes,” I tell them. “I’m going to get Fury on the line.”

“Y/N,” Fury answers.

“Fury, where did your source get the coordinates to the hydra base you sent me,” I ask him.

“What coordinates,” he asked.

“The ones you sent me this morning.”

“I never sent you any coordinates,” he said making me worry.

“Fury, I’m going to have to call you back,” I say ending the call.

I pull up the message I had received that morning. I quickly run a tracer on the message and let out a few curse when I finished.

“Guy’s,” I say slowly. “That message didn’t come from Fury.”

“Who sent it,” Steve asked.

“Hydra.”

“It’s a trap,” Tony said.

“No,” I breathe. “It’s a distraction.”

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A maid for Ahkmenrah (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

A/N: I’ll probably do a second part of this story! So enjoy and stay tuned!

Word count: 1,488


It was a very warm night in Thebes.  You were walking across the hall to your chamber after the hard work you had to do all day. Your body was very exhausted and all you wanted to do was to lie down in your bed and sleep before you had to wake up early in the morning again. Tomorrow was going to be a hard day as well. Some royal families, who were the king’s best friends by the way, were going to pay a visit and everything had to be perfectly fine.

As you almost reached your chamber, you heard a voice calling after you. You instantly stopped in your track, turned around and looked at Kiya, a woman in her late 40’s. She was very strict and a controlling person. That’s why you and the other maids respected her, but also were afraid of her.  It was better to do everything she said and not to deal with her. Then everything was okay.

Kiya came towards you, no emotion was visible in her face. “Is there a problem, Kiya?” You asked politely, wondering what she wanted. “No,” She said.  “I’m supposed to tell you that prince Ahkmenrah wishes to see you.” You looked at her questioningly. The prince wished to see you? But why?  

“Is there any reason why he wants to see me?” You asked. Kiya only shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. But you should hurry up. Don’t let him wait.” Then she left, leaving you totally dumbfounded. There were so many questions in your head. Did you do something wrong? Were you going to be punished or even rewarded? Why did especially Ahkmenrah want to see you? You hadn’t really something to do with the young prince except for a few occasions. Normally, you served for the beautiful queen Shepseheret, his lovely mother.

With all those questions in your head, you made your way to the prince’s chamber. You felt very nervous the more closer  you came to his chamber. It was the prince after all. He was very, very handsome, kind and a caring young boy at your age. Every girl in whole Thebes would do everything to be his wife or even at the same place as he was. Sometimes you felt a bit jealous because some other maids were allowed to serve the prince themselves.

You finally arrived at your destination. Your heart pounded against your chest with a quick pace. You inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm down. Knocking on the door, you were allowed to enter Ahkmenrah’s chamber. You bowed down in front of him politely, not making any eye contact with him. What you didn’t notice was the happiness in his beautiful green orbs as he saw you.

How many time had he wait for this moment? It felt like an eternity. You had a perfect view on his muscular chest.  “Your highness wishes to see me?” You asked, eyes staring to the ground, not daring to look at the young prince. Ahkmenrah, who leaned against his window before, came towards you. You felt his body warmth radiating as he stood in front of you. “Indeed.” He spoke, his voice sounded low but smooth, causing goose bumps on your skin.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, (Y/N).” He said, lifting up your chin and forcing you to look in his eyes. You were surprised. He was watching you? For what reason? So many questions. Your body tensed, while your cheeks turned red at the same time. The fact that he was observing you the whole time without you even noticing it was very embarrassing somehow. You averted your gaze away from him, still feeling the warmth in your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Ahkmenrah apologized. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” You shook your head.

“N-no, your highness. I’m good.” You assured although your body told him otherwise. Meanwhile, your body began to tremble slightly. “(Y/N), please calm down.” The young prince tried to soothe you. “I mean no harm to you.” You nodded you head understandingly.

“The reason why you’re here , lotus, is because I know very well what you’re going through every day.” Slowly, he put his warm hands on your cheeks, caressing them softly. “W-What do you mean, my prince?” You tried to pull away out of his grip, but you couldn’t. You felt safe with him somehow.

“I know how you’re being treated, (Y/N). Everyone is so hard on you and although you give your best, you’re never rewarded for it. Nobody is pleased with your work. You feel lonely because you don’t have any friends to talk to or to share your secrets with. And when you try to make friends with the other maids, the only thing you get is rejection. You want to be loved but you don’t get any love.”

Tears were brimming your eyes, threatened to fall down your cheeks after his speech. How did he know all that? How did he know that all you wanted and expected from others was only to be accepted and loved? You closed your eyes and tried to hold back your tears, but you failed. Warm tears were escaping your eyes. Ahkmenrah wiped them away, leaning his forehead against yours. “Shh… beautiful flower, don’t cry.” He said with a soothing voice.

“You don’t deserve to cry.” He continued speaking. “You deserve happiness and love. And I want to give that to you. I want to show you love.” Your heart stopped for a moment as you realized what he did offer to you. Instantly, you shook your head.

“I don’t mean to offend you, my prince,” You sniffed, “but I can’t accept your offer.” Ahkmenrah’s expression turned to sad abruptly. But then he realized how strange it must have been for you. It seemed like he only wanted to see her because he wanted to be close to her sexually.

He began to laugh. “(Y/N), I don’t want to use you for my own needs. I’m not that type of guy. Honestly, I care for you. You can say, I developed some feelings towards you.” You looked at him with big eyes and your mouth wide open. Did he confess his feelings for you a moment ago?

Ahkmenrah was waiting for any reaction of you, but there was none. You were too shocked right now to say something. “(Y/N), I want to show my feelings for you tonight. I know you doubt my love for you, but I swear to Ra it’s true. I fell for you the first moment I saw you entering the palace and asking my parents to serve for the royal family. Inwardly, I hoped that you would be assigned to me but it didn’t happen. I just want to spend only this night with you. “

“How can your highness be in love with me, a maid?” You mumbled. He gave a kiss on your forehead. “I love everything about you, (Y/N). You’re special.” Although you craved for this moment a long time, you knew that it wasn’t right. You also developed feelings for the young prince at the first time you saw him but pushed them aside because you were aware that they would never be returned.

You shook your head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, my prince.”  “Why not?” You could hear a trace of disappointment in his voice. “ Are you aware of what you’re doing, your highness? You’re asking me, a maid, to spend a night with the prince. What do you mean will your father think if he finds out? He’ll punish me. Or even worse: kill me. For seducing his favorite son.”

He pushed a strand of air behind your ear. “He won’t find out.”  “What makes you so sure?” You asked curiously. “I just know. Otherwise I’ll protect you with my whole being.” You wanted to reply something, but he interrupted you as he planted his lips on yours. You didn’t respond the kiss at first out of shock, but after a little moment you also moved your lips against his. Ahkmenrah smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his hard chest. Your hands went through his soft hair, tugging at his soft curls.

Your kiss, which was innocent and gentle at first, turned into a heated make out session. Ahkmenrah lead you to his bed, slowly pushing you down and laying on top of you. He tugged at your clothes, taking them off of your body. His soft hands were caressing every inch of your body tenderly. He treated you with so much care, as if he was afraid that you could break down under his hands. Ahkmenrah gave you his whole attention, making you feel cared the whole night and showed you how important you were to him.

Now you knew what love felt like.

I fell in love with this prompt the second I read it. (Modern AU) 

Enjolras tries to ignore the chatters of his friends while reviewing meeting notes, but they are too loud, too persistent, too worried.

Grantaire has been the topic of conversation for the last three days. The latter has been fussed over by the rest of the Les Amis on multiple occasions for being “sick”. His excuse is always the same: I’m fine, just stressed with loads to do.

The rest of the group don’t push the brunet; though, Enjolras can tell how much it’s killing Combeferre to not perform a full examination.

But, while the others worry for Grantaire in secret, Enjolras isn’t quite convinced, so when Grantaire stumbles into tonight’s meeting mumbling his typical excuse, Enjolras replies with a scoff.

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Little Beta(s) Chapter 24

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader, Derek Hale (younger and platonic) x Reader

Chapters:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20- 21 - 22 - 23

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21. To Prove We’re Not In A Rut


It was only a quarter after ten in the morning yet it had already been a day. Kids and husband woke up late. No time for breakfast. Broke various speed laws to get their seven-year-old to school on time. By the time Michonne made it on the road to Atlanta she had breathe a sigh of relief. She thought the day had finally turned around. Though fate had other ideas. Instead of sitting at the cherry wood table in the conference room with the panoramic view of downtown Atlanta, meeting with one of her firm’s biggest clients, she was perched on a dirty bench at a rest stop watching AAA drive away after changing her blown out tire.

She hastily typed a text message to her secretary with one hand while the other gripped a half cup of coffee. The rest of the liquid was displayed in a large, brown stain seeped into her white, silk blouse with droplets leaving a trail down to her grey skirt. Frustrated was too weak a word to describe what she was feeling. Her phone buzzed with a message from her secretary promising to apologize profusely to the other partners on her behalf.

Michonne stood and took another look down the road as she scratched at the neat bun at the back of her head. The constant roar of cars driving by did nothing to alleviate the tension headache that developed between her brows. She felt like crying, like screaming, like kicking her newly changed tire. A spark of hope pushed away a bit of the frustration when she saw the sheriff’s cruiser she’d been waiting for pull off the highway and into the rest stop. Seeing her husband’s face through the windshield made her whole body relax some.

Rick turned off the engine and tugged her black gym bag from the passenger’s seat before stepping out of the car. He hugged Michonne close with a kiss on the cheek. Her arms flew around his waist and she buried her head in his chest.

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Lifeline ~Roman Reigns imagine

The match was going on according to plan until you hit your knee the wrong way on the floor. You waved off the ref, telling him you could finish this.

You just didn’t want to leave Roman all by himself. He was currently in the ring with Braun. It was a tag team match, you and Roman against the unlikely duo of Alexa Bliss and Braun Strowmen. You were currently clawing your way to the top for the Raw women’s championship.

You and Alexa had battled it out before countless of times. So you were expecting her to come over and pull you off of the apron. Though the agonizing pain shooting through your leg wasn’t planned.

Roman glanced to your corner to see you weren’t up on the apron again. Worry filled him until he was knocked down by the massive man. A quick cover was made but Roman broke the count right before the ref got to three.

He was trying to stand up when he felt a slap across the face. Alexa had hit him. The crowd was cheering for this, and she just smirked. “What are you going to do about it.” She mocked him.

Before anything could be said or done, she was tackled to the ground. Y/n had made it back into the ring to take care of Little Miss Bliss.

“That’s my girl.” Roman chuckled before turning his attention to Braun.

The ref got things settled between you and Alexa, and sent you both to your respective corners. Your limp was was very apparent but you were going to finish this.

This time you were ready for the tag and you came in as fast as possible to take on the smaller girl. She took notice to the slower pace, and took advantage of it. As soon as she she went to pin you, you quickly rolled her over into a pin and won.

Your music hit and you moved away from her. The ref leaned down and whispered that you needed to go to the trainer’s room.

Roman helped you up before raising your hand. The crowd cheered as you both made your way back stage. Once back there you were swarmed by a group of people and you lost Roman during this.

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The medics came in and examined your knee. At the time they couldn’t tell you what was wrong, so you were definitely not wrestling for awhile.

Some of your friends came in to wish you a speedy recovery, even Alexa apologized but you waved her off. Accidents happened often in this line of work, no need to hate her for it.

Roman was the last to come in. “How is my girl?” He asked as he walked over to you. He eyed your wrapped up knee. “They know what’s going on?” He motioned.

“Not yet. They said I’ll more than likely need to get an x ray done.” She explained.

Roman carefully pulled her into a hug. “Whatever it is, I’ll be right by your side.” He kissed the top of her head. In that moment, that’s all she needed to hear.


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Tag’s: @niallsmofo69 @depressed-girl93

An: sorry if it’s too short, but I hope you enjoy it. Also remember requests are open.

Don’t Float Away (Pennywise x Reader)

Whew, I wrote this in a post-drunken stupor so I will definitely be going back to edit here and there. The story is progressing pretty slowly but I’m kinda just letting the chips fall where they may. Writing this helps me cope with City Hall being over *internally cries*

PART 1: HERE.



PART 2:

Your quality of sleep didn’t improve after meeting Pennywise the Dancing Clown, rather it regressed even further. You couldn’t get that voice out of your head. Those eyes. Those teeth. All of those teeth. It wasn’t fear that consumed you, but…purpose. For the first time in a very long time, you didn’t have all the answers. You couldn’t see what was coming. You were excited to wake up in the morning because you weren’t sure what the day would bring. It was like you had reverted back to being a child and honestly, it was refreshing. The only fact you were sure of was that this thing was not human. Human monsters were so predictable.

Your days were consumed with sifting through all the information on the history of Derry and the surrounding area that you could find online. You cross-referenced that with any mention of the dancing clown and found nothing. You spent most nights staring out of your bedroom window at the road. Naturally, your room sat directly in front of a storm drain. You swore every now and then you’d hear the faintest carnival music playing or a distant giggle. The bags you held under your eyes turned blue. Your foster mother, Diane, quickly noticed.

You observed one morning that she passed by your door three times with an empty laundry basket trying to work up the courage to come in and say something. She finally did.

Two quick knocks at your door forced you to put your book down and look up in mock surprise. “Yes?”

She shuffled unsure of herself and tucked her messy brown hair behind her ear anxiously. “Hey (Y/N), sweetie, can we talk?”

You slid over and patted the spot on the bed you had just occupied. “Of course. What’s up?”

She set her basket down and sat- very stiffly- next to you. “I’ve just noticed that you’ve had a hard last couple of weeks. Is there anything I can do to make it easier on you?” She asked hopefully.

Great, now your weird sewer clown obsession was affecting those around you. “No, you’ve been great. I’m so, so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. It’s just…been a hell of a year honestly. Plus…everyone here looks at me like I have a third eye in the middle of my forehead.”

She nodded her head knowingly, chuckling. “Yeah, people around here are kind of set in their ways. I remember how I felt when I first moved here. It was like at any time I’d step out my front door to see an angry mob with pitchforks.”

You shifted your weight awkwardly. “Angry villagers I can deal with. Just as long as nothing is living in the sewers.”

The change on Diane’s face was instantaneous. Her sweet face was suddenly contorted in an emotion that you couldn’t place. “Why would you say that, have the kids in the neighborhood been telling you stories?” She asked, almost frantically.

You shook your head and attempted a carefree smile. “N-no, I was just joking. Little towns like this have a certain reputation I guess. There’s always something in the water.”

“Well, there’s nothing in these waters but hazardous waste. Playing in the sewers can get you very, very sick. When I was a little younger than you some smaller kids used to go and play around in the wetlands where the sewers deposit out. Their immune systems didn’t stand a chance against the gray water. They must of went into shock so fast. By the time they found their bodies the animals had already gotten to them.” Blood had flooded directly to her head during her rant making her face beet red. Like Pennywise’s balloons.

You click your tongue in a faux-sad manner. “I guess I can’t go dance naked in the pale moonlight up and down the sewers like I used to.”

“No, better not. You’re a good girl, (Y/N). Stay away from the sewers. And give Derry a chance. It may grow on you.” She rubbed your shoulder maternally before standing up and moving towards the door. 


“Yeah, like mold.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” She half-turned in the doorway with a smirk.

“So I’m told.” You corrected, a little louder.

“Uh-huh. I have some muffins downstairs if you want.”

“Thanks. I’ll be down in a sec.”

You stood up and walked over to your desk that was littered with college pamphlets and Derry High registration papers. Next month you would be 20 years old. Last year had been by far the worst year of your life and school had been the last thing on your mind. Sure, you probably could’ve been tested out of the 12th grade and applied for your GED, but Diane had agreed with your choice to enroll at Derry High. She thought that you ‘deserved to be a kid for one more year’.

  If you were being honest, you were just so damned tired. You didn’t even want to think about college yet. You would start high school 2.0 in exactly three days. You resolved that in those three days you would learn as much about Derry’s past, about him, as you could. To do that you needed to gain the locals’ trust. They needed to see a friendly face. You bounced down the stairs and grabbed a blueberry muffin from the counter before calling out your departure for the library to Diane. It wasn’t a lie…you would eventually visit the library. But your first destination was the pharmacy. 

   You knew your hairstylist from back home would kill you if she could see you right now. You stood in front of a very limited row of boxed hair dye. Your natural color was fairly common so there wasn’t much deliberation to be had on that front. You grabbed two boxes and paid for your basket before stuffing them in your backpack. You stopped at the library, first barricading yourself in the ancient bathroom to dye your hair back to its natural color and then to pick up a few books to help start your research before making a beeline for your neighborhood.

 You had an old baseball hat on to hide all of your newly dyed hair from Diane. You didn’t need the thousands of questions from her that you would inevitably receive anyway. Not right now. Your backpack was full of the other supplies you had picked up from the pharmacy, so your arms were wrapped tightly around the old texts. Before you had even made it to Neibolt Street you felt them on you. Glowing blue eyes.

Those blue eyes.

 You looked up over your armload and scanned from side to side to try to locate them. He was standing on the sidewalk across the street holding up a red balloon, it suddenly occurred to you that maybe you were going crazy and he was actually a hallucination as you had first suspected. Surely someone would notice a giant ginger clown around town. He was staring at you from under his brows and smiling sinisterly. You stopped your shuffle, smiled politely in recognition, nodded your head towards your house and kept walking hoping he would understand your gesture. You swore you heard him audibly gasp. You wished you could have seen his reaction, but you continued trotting along…albeit a little more cautiously now. You looked back and noticed he was no longer behind you, so you hurried home and vaulted passed Diane who was asking you if you wanted to go school supply shopping.

“No ma'am, I was so excited that I picked up a few things from town after I left the library. Thank you though!” Was your breathless reply. Satisfied with your answer she left you alone. You stopped at your bedroom door and took a deep breath. Stepping inside delicately, you set your books and bag on the bed before surveying the room as nonchalantly as you possibly could.

“You can come out now.” You called out bravely. You sounded a lot braver than you felt.

No sooner than the words left your mouth did you become aware of a rather large presence standing behind you. You turned on your heel and sat stiffly on your comforter drinking in the sight of him. He was big. Very, very big. His giant mouth that was pulled into a toothy grin was basically spewing drool. His limbs were long and wrapped in cream colored satin which was kind of a weird paradox. He was this big, ‘scary’ thing wrapped in delicate satin. His hair, you noticed, was much wilder than at first glance. His overall appearance was…unsettling, but not frightening. 

“Hiya.” You said, mirroring your first meeting.

Pennywise frowned, obviously disappointed. He shook his head frantically and suddenly lunged at you grabbing your neck, easily wrapping one massive hand around your throat with a snarl. You sat as still as a statue with both eyes trained on him. You two remained there for a while with eyes locked, the only sounds filling the room being your ragged breathing and his growls. You broke the silence. “Are you real?” Your voice feeble.

His attitude changed almost immediately, blue eyes flashing yellow. “Am I real? Hmmmm…..I don’t know, (Y/N). Do I feeeeeeel real?” He spat. His hand on your neck tightened abruptly cutting off your air supply. He used his free hand to pinch your cheek harshly and in the process accidentally knocked off your baseball hat. Your new hair color spilled out of the cap and onto your shoulders. His hand fell from around your throat forcing you to fall back onto your headboard. He stared at you in amazement and began to stroke your hair.

“Your hair….it’s not cotton candy anymore….” His face was full of wonder and his eyes thankfully shifted to blue once again.

“I changed it back to the color I was born with. The reason I did it is silly.” You smiled sheepishly. When you heard no reply you looked up and found his dark gaze. You were seduced by the implausibility of the situation and suddenly felt word vomit coming on. "I wanted to learn more about you and what you are. That’s why I have all of these old books on Derry. I was going to go and interview some locals, but the people around here didn’t really like my pink hair. It’s a lot easier to just conform.“ You laughed breathlessly even though nothing funny had been said.

If having a 6’ 4” demon clown in your bedroom was strange, his reply was fucking unusual. “You could have just asked me.” ‘You could have just asked me’ like it was the most obvious fucking thing you should have done.

You snorted, he growled. You put your hands up in apology before speaking. “This…is….an odd situation. I wasn’t sure if I was going crazy. Now I can’t tell if you are friend or foe.” You said warily. 

He crouched down alongside your bed so that your face and his face were inches away. The scent of deep-fried foods and sweet summer air washed over you. “You’re close, but not quite.” A deep rumble passed through his chest, you weren’t sure if it was a growl or a purr.

“What?” You asked, eyes focused on the way he curled his lower lip out further than the top one.

His lips were so close to your ear that you shivered involuntarily. “Friend or food is the question.” He flashed his teeth.

You gasped. The room fell dangerously silent until you heard Diane’s approaching footsteps and panic set in. You turned to Pennywise to ask him to hide, but he was already gone. 

Your bedroom door swung open and Diane popped her head in. “Hey, sorry - but are you okay? I thought I heard arguing. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You nod your head trying to clear your senses. “Yeah, I was just going through some dialogue in this play I just read. I want to start a drama club this year. I guess I got too into it. Sorry.” You apologized sheepishly.

She looked relieved. “No, don’t worry about it. That sounds awesome! By the way, I love the hair.” Sensing you wanted privacy she bid you goodnight and shut the door. 

You hopped up immediately and began searching the room for Pennywise. There weren’t very many places someone over 6’ could hide in the room so you checked the bathroom and under your bed before sighing disappointedly. Then you remembered you hadn’t unpacked the boxes in your closet yet so there was standing space. You opened the door to reveal not Pennywise, but another red balloon. You pulled it out of the dark closet into your room allowing daylight to wash over it. You would be lying if you said you weren’t kind of excited after reading the message hastily written on it. 


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Black Eyed Girl

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, mention of Crowley 
Warnings: angst, swearing, demon!reader, talk of past smut, alcohol
Word count: 1806
Summary: The reader has been turned into a demon by Crowley and decides to pay her old friends, the Winchesters, a visit. 
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A/N: The title is a play on words with the song Brown Eyed Girl :) Also part 2 is coming soon.

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Recruit | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

(requested)

New York, a noisy city with busy cars and busier humans. You promised yourself you would never go back and yet you found yourself in a small library waiting for who knows who.

You quietly walked among the species you learned to coexist with years ago. You subconsciously rubbed at your robotic arm and took a seat at the far end of the thankfully quiet library. You checked your phone, rereading the last text once more making sure you did not sacrifice your life, safety, and identity for nothing.

(call log ID 512): Y/N, I need you. It’s bad. I’m sorry it has to be this way. Meet at the library on 34th in Queens, it won’t be me but it’ll be a familiar face.

It had been some years without so much as a single call from your sisters, or any nonhuman for that matter. Not that you really tried to contact them either. A sense of comfort washed over you the first time you heard it, back in your quiet, boring, but safe home in Minnesota. You blamed the constant tug of loose ends for bringing you back.

You saw him before he saw you. You could tell it was him from his searching eyes and nervous ticks. “I’m assuming you’re looking for me?” You said quietly, still aware of the others around you. He jumped and nearly knocked down some books but he was quick to catch them. This guy had quick reflexes.

“U-um, are you Y/N?” He asked, he was hesitant to ask because to him you looked just like any other person like him. You smiled and pulled down the collar of your shirt. He watched as you showed him your scar, where skin met technology. It was ugly, rough, and discolored, but it was a part of you. He nodded before you fixed your shirt and motioned for him to take a seat.

“Now, wanna tell me why I’m here?” “O-oh yeah! Um okay, you’ll need to trust me on this.” “I’m not good with trust reflex boy,” he smiled at the nickname. He passed you his phone and his headset. You put it on and he pressed play on a video. He watched you as you stared intently at the device.

“Y/N, if this has reached you then you’re probably with Peter Parker right now. He’s spider-man, I’m sure you’ve heard of him. I know you wanted a quiet life but we really need you on our side. Follow Peter and he will take you to us. See you soon.” It was your sister Gamora, in all her green glory. You smiled at the familiar sight. “Lead the way Spider-man.”

You reached your destination and was confused to find an empty shed. Peter had already changed into his suit and you had ditched your glasses and hoodie. “Peter, where are we?” “Mr. Stark said to meet here,” he was sure of it. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite spider.” You turned around to see the same technology the Vulture used before.

“Stand back!” He yelled as he turned to face the assailant. You ignored him and went straight for the bad guy. He yelled after you but you were too busy defending yourself and Peter to care. “I’m the favorite for a reason,” you winked and Peter blushed. He silently thanked whatever gods that he was wearing a mask. The rest of the fight was a blur, it ended with Agent 13 picking you both up to bring you to a secure location.

You knew this was only the beginning, the calm before the storm. Thanos was already a flaming furious all-powerful being, now that his favorite daughter was recruited, you could not even imagine the new heights his anger would reach. “Hey, you alright?” He asked as he noticed your quiet demeanor. You nodded. “Just thinking about how difficult it would be to defeat Thanos.” “That’s why we stand as a team. He can’t possibly defeat the Earth’s mightiest heroes and the guardians of the galaxy, right?” You smiled at him before returning to lighter topics. He was lucky to have never seen the uglier side of Thanos, you would never wish it on anyone.

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i promise to get better at writing more! i’ve just had a hard time turning ideas into words (and not to mention i haven’t liked anything i’ve written in a while) but expect better imagines up ahead :)

HIDDEN | SIX

Originally posted by wonhontology

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warning: There are strong graphics of violence and blood in this chapter, that might upset some readers. Read at your discretion. 

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Ice Cream

This is a part of the Dog Days of Summer Writing Challenge started by @fan-fiction-galore and @sammiielli . Thank you two for this amazing idea and that I could participate. 

Fandango x Reader

word count: 3441

Quote #13: “…is that my shirt?” “Um… kinda?”

Location #11: The beach/some place tropical

Situation #20: We don’t cry over spilt milk. I sure as fuck am gonna cry over the ice cream cone you knocked out of my hand

Originally posted by wrestlingsexriot

This day hadn’t turned out how I would have liked it to. It all began when I went way too late to bed and then, of course,  slept in. I woke up totally disoriantated, my hair a mess and dried suliver on the edges of my mouth. Not that unusual, not that bad. When I looked on my phone I almost fell out of my bed. It was already 9.30am… ’Fuck, fuck, fuck! I forgot to set my alarm! I’m 3 hours too late!’ I panicked.

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Purple Boyfriends?

henlo errbady. this prompt is for @yesgay-briel who asked for something along the lines of “being so in pain that you cant scream” with klangst, so here we go! established relationship with lance as my poor kicking bag, as usual. thanks for the prompt! <3


Okay, so maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to tell everyone they were dating. No, not because a boy on boy relationship was frowned upon (they were in space, who the fuck cares about that?), but because nobody in the group should have been dating, period. At least not openly.

So, when Lance and Keith decided they were going to try dating for a bit, they didn’t immediately rush off to tell anyone. Sure, there was the slight unease of coming out to five other people (though Lance swore that nobody else on the ship was straight), but it was mostly because they weren’t quite sure what they were doing, themselves. That’s why they had waited a few weeks before telling anyone—they were mostly confused, and scared.

Oh, that and the fact that somehow, their enemies had found out about it.

Yeah. That was the biggest issue.

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