screwed up on me but eh i hope you like anyway


Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Language and implications of sex. Otherwise it’s just pure, fun fluff.

Word Count: 1,364

Summary: Tom asks you a few Marvel questions, which leads to an interesting revelation about his coworkers.

A/N: Soft!Tom destroys me in this piece. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. ;) Also please don’t come @ me for the thoughts on Hulk/Banner. It’s all in good fun. As usual, gif isn’t mine!

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Though it had been a few hours, the smell of sex still lingered in the warm air of your bedroom. Tom lay shirtless on his back, book in hand, while you sat next to him - one leg bent underneath you, the other sprawled across his stomach, hunched over your phone. Tom’s free hand rested on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing your soft skin in circles. You were lounging in panties and one of Tom’s old shirts, just the way he liked you to be. Spotify’s Relax playlist played softly on your Amazon Echo, filling the comfortable silence.

“Babe?” You ask, as your thumb swipes up your Instagram feed lazily. 

“Hmm?” He replied, eyes never leaving his book as he turned the page. 

“If you couldn’t play Loki, who would you want to be?” You double tapped a picture of Seb in sunglasses. 

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Bird Squad


Requests are open? Yay! Could we get one where reader has real feathery wings and her and Sam get into a argument about whose wings are better? Meanwhile Clint is freaking out that the Bird Squad is arguing (him, y/n, and Sam) and the rest of the team gets dragged into the argument.

Sam has created a chatroom: Birds Assemble

Sam has added Y/N, Clint.

Clint: Caw caw?

You: Caw, caw caw?

Sam: Omg guys stop.

Clint: You did name the chat “Birds Assemble.”

You: You have no one else but yourself to blame.

Clint: Why are we assembling?

Sam: I need you to finally decide who has the best wings.

You: Clint doesn’t need to decide because he knows my wings are the best. RIGHT, CLINT?

Clint: Let’s not argue. You both have beautiful wings.


Sam: Majestic wings, equally majestic booty.

Clint: Did you have a photoshoot just for your wings?


Sam: Here’s Y/N, and her wings. I think this speaks for itself. Spotted next to her is Clint. Too afraid to agree with me.


You: Your wings are basically a glorified jetpack.

Sam: Excuse me, BECKY?



Clint: C'mon, man, leave Y/N alone. And Y/N, don’t you know you shouldn’t call his wings a jetpack!

You: Yeah, leave my MORE MAJESTIC WINGS ALONE. I won’t listen to HIS LIES.

Sam: Talking LIKE THIS won’t help your DENIAL about MY WINGS.

You: It’s for EMPHASIS. I have ACTUAL wings. With feathers! Not some metal contraption!

Sam: Look at how SLEEK and ELEGANT mine are. One gust of wind and all your feathers are ruffled. Not to mention you’re always dropping a few around the base.

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Spencer Reid

It was dark when you woke up. You searched for your phone, surprised to see that it was only 11:17 pm. You had text messages from Garcia and Morgan, all wishing you well and begging you to join them at the bar if you felt better.

You did feel better now you’d slept non stop for the past 5 hours. The team had returned from their latest case yesterday and you had spent most of the day completing the mountain of paperwork that went with it. It had given you a migraine. Penelope and Morgan had wanted the team to go out together for drinks afterwards but JJ had wanted to get back to Henry and Hotch had needed to spend some time with Jack.

That had left you, Reid and Rossi for them to bully into taking part in their drunken shenanigans. You’d been game originally until the migraine had hit you around 4pm and you’d felt the desperate need to retreat to a dark room to hide.

Spencer had seen you wincing and rubbing your temples. “Go home” he’d said tenderly, understanding the pain you had been feeling. You took his advice, texting Penelope as you headed to the parking lot. She’d called you immediately asking if she could do anything to help.

“No thanks” you were touched by her concern. “I just need to take some meds and sleep.”

“Well if you’re sure my little cupcake. If you feel better later we’re still planning on heading out to Ben’s,” she’d said naming the bar right around the corner from your apartment.

You’d had a text from Spencer too. ‘Hope you feel better soon Y/N. Sleep will help,’ he’d sent not long after you’d left the office.

He’d text you again at around 9pm, ‘I think Morgan is trying to get me drunk. He keeps buying me funny coloured fruity drinks. Did you know that the human body actually produces its own supply of alcohol naturally, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.’

You’d received a picture message from Garcia about 30 minutes later showing a table filled with shot glasses, all with various brightly coloured liquids in them, and then another picture showing the glasses empty but with Reid and Morgan in the background pulling disgusted faces.

Reid had texted you again only ten minutes ago which must have been what woke you up. ‘Save me Y/N. I think Morgans trying to break my liver.’

You giggled. 'You still out?’ you messaged him back. You dragged yourself out of bed quickly going to the bathroom and freshening yourself up. After ten minutes Reid hadn’t replied so you sent the same message to Garcia.

'Oh Yes Yes my gorgeous little munchkin’ she’d replied almost instantly.

'Be there in ten’ you shot back as you quickly brushed your hair and re did your make up. You threw on a short denim skirt and a black vest top grabbing your purple converse and hoodie. Not exactly classy but you looked good enough for the local dive bar you frequented so often.

“Sweetcheeks you made it!” Penelope squealed excitedly from her perch as you made your way through the bar to the table where her and Derek were sitting. You placed the bottle of wine you’d just purchased on the table and gave her a quick hug.

“Yep I feel tons better after my nap,” you said quickly downing a glass and refilling it.

“You need to catch up with us lady bird,” Derek smirked at you, handing you a shot glass full of an amber coloured liquid. You took it, screwing your face up at its bitter taste.

“Where’s Rossi and Reid?” you asked scanning the room for them.

“Rossi left with a hot blonde about five minutes before you arrived,” Garcia replied happily.

“Yeah she looked like she was ready to eat him up,” Morgan added in. “And the pretty boy is currently being chatted up by a very attentive cougar over there,” he made a notion with his head and you followed.

You laughed as your saw your friend looking horribly uncomfortable as a women in her late forties was sat drawing circles on his arm with her nails whilst attempting to lean over seductively, giving him a good view down her dress. You could see him trying to avoid looking, but every so often his eyes would drift down.

'Men and boobs eh?’ you thought to yourself. You caught Spencer’s eye and waved. His eyes lit up as he saw you, mouthing 'Save me’ in your direction. You giggled shaking your head watching his brown eyes plead for you to come and help him.

“Poor Spencer,” you chuckled taking another long sip of your wine.

“Poor Spencer nothing, princess. That boy needs some female attention. It’s about time he got laid, ” Derek knocked his drink back.

“Yeah but really Derek…..a cougar, she’ll break him!” you giggled. “How long has she been there?“

“Well I pointed him out to her about 30 minutes ago when she grabbed my ass and asked if I was looking for a good time tonight, ” Derek laughed. “I figured the boy genius could have a good time instead. If he can’t find himself a hook up, I’ll do it for him.”

You shook your head at Derek feeling sorry for Reid. It wasn’t that the profiler was unattractive. Far from it. In fact, as far as your own tastes went, Reid was preferable to you than Derek. But he lacked confidence with women, not knowing what to say or when to stop rambling. You’d been surprised at how quickly you two had actually become friends outside of work to be honest, seeing how awkward and shy he could be around people.

You glanced at Reid again. He looked so miserable, but you knew he’d rather sit there than risk offending someone, even someone who was blatantly trying to get him into bed.

“Be right back,” you said to Garcia and Morgan as you hopped off your stool and walked over to the booth where the cougar had imprisoned Reid.

“Baby!” you exclaimed sliding in next to him hoping he’d catch on. “I’ve been looking all over for you,” you took his hand and squeezed it gently, leaning in and pecking him oh so lightly on the cheek.

He smiled gratefully, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’ve just been listening to Shirley here telling me about her job as an air hostess.”

You smiled at 'Shirley’ sweetly. “Well thanks so much for keeping my boyfriend company for me.”

“Boyfriend?” she sniffed curtly. “His friend over there told me he’d be in need of a good time tonight,” she nodded over at Morgan who you could see was trying to hold back laughter. Spencer’s cheeks started to blush at the implication of what she meant.

You started to stroke his hand softly feeling him getting flustered. “Yes boyfriend, Shirley. Our friend over there must have meant someone else. The only person showing Spence a good time tonight will be me, right Spence?” you raised an eyebrow at him. He flushed red at your words.

“Pffft,” Shirley huffed. “He’s too scrawny for me anyway. Probably wouldn’t be able to handle a real women.”

'Bitch,’ you thought to yourself. Some people just didn’t know how to handle rejection well. You felt Spencer wince at the insult from her. 'And there goes his confidence levels plummeting to the ground again,’ you sighed internally.

“Let me tell you something Shirley,” you leaned over looking her dead in the eye. "This man right here may look scrawny, but he has no trouble pinning me up against my bedroom wall and fucking my brains out. He definitely, 100 percent knows how to handle a real women. Now I suggest you leave so I can discuss with Spencer exactly how he’s going to handle me when we get home.“ You smiled as her jaw dropped. Her face started to flush as she gathered up her bag and stalked away from the booth in the direction of the bathroom.

You knocked back your drink and turned to look at your friend. "Hi” you said nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Hi yourself” he replied licking his bottom lip. “Thanks for getting rid of her,” he smiled taking a sip of his own drink.

"No problem…. She pissed me off when she didn’t seem to believe that I was your girlfriend. So I had to put her in her place a little!“

“Well of course she didn’t believe it Y/N. Why would someone like you be with someone like me,” he said softly suddenly seeming very sober.

"What’s that meant to mean Spencer,” you asked sharply turning to look at him.

He gripped your hand realising how what he’d said might have sounded. “Oh no. N-no. T-that didn’t come out right,” he stuttered. He looked at you sadly and sighed. “You’re gorgeous Y/N. She couldn’t believe that someone as beautiful as you would be with someone like me. Like she said; I’m scrawny and definitely don’t look like I’d be any good at….. Well….that,” his eyes focused on his drink not wanting to look at you.

“Look at me Reid,” you put your hand out and touching his jaw, turning it towards you. “Spencer look at me.”

His sad brown eyes found yours. “Spencer, you may not be as built as guys like Morgan but trust me when I say that you could have any girl in here, if you’d only learn to be more confident.“

He huffed as if to say 'yeah right’ and started to look away again. You grabbed his face keeping it aimed on yours and moved closer to him. "I’m being serious Spencer. You’re gorgeous. You have a jaw line that most guys would kill for, eyes that someone could easily get lost in and hair that most women would love the opportunity to run their hand’s through. Add that to the fact that you’re a genius as well as kind and funny and well… What’s not to like?” He started to bite his lip the way he does at least ten times a day. "Oh and lip thing you’re doing right now Reid? Sexy as fuck….When ever you do that I can guarantee there’s at least one girl in the room watching you, wanting you to bite down on their lips instead…..Seriously, if you can teach yourself a whole new language in the space of a weekend then you can teach yourself to be confident. You could have anyone you wanted if you just had confidence in yourself.”

You sat back in your seat feeling sad that your friend didn’t realise what a good catch he was and feeling angry with Morgan for sending that bitch over to try to seduce him. You weren’t saying those things just to be nice either. You genuinely meant them. He was gorgeous and would make someone an amazing partner.

“What if I don’t want just anyone?” Spencer spoke quietly after taking a deep breath. “What if there is someone I like but I’m too scared that she doesn’t think of me like that?” he looked at you shyly.

You sighed racking your brains trying to think who this girl could be, feeling slightly jealous that there was someone he liked.

“Then tell her Reid, at least that way you know. If she doesn’t want you, then that’s her loss but at least you have an answer. Tell her.”

“I’m trying to Y/N. I’m trying to tell her right now,” he spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear him. He must have felt you tense as the meaning of his words finally clicked in your mind.

'Wait what?’ you thought. 'Me, he likes me?’ As much as you wanted to believe that’s what he’d just said, you couldn’t.

“Shit.” he muttered. “Guess that’s my answer. Can we just forget about this please?” he smiled at you weakly.

When you didn’t respond he made a move to leave the table. When you realised he was going to leave you blurted out, “NO.”

“No?” he asked quizzically.

“No, we can’t forget about it. Spencer…. You like me? Like properly more than a friend like me?” you wanted to be sure before you made a fool of yourself.

He blushed, “Well, erm, yes I do. A lot. A hell of a lot actually. I just never thought that anyone as awesome as you could like me. I don’t really have girlfriends, you know this.” He brushed a brown curl that was escaping back behind his ears as he bit his bottom lip again nervously.

You giggled, “Spence… I’m that girl.”

He looked confused.

“You’re biting your lip again… I’m that girl who wants you to be biting hers instead.” you laughed at the expression on his face. "I like you too. A lot,“ you whispered.

He smiled at you, his eyes lighting up. He looked so adorable right now.

"Listen,” you said. “Let’s go somewhere and get some coffee and talk okay.”

He nodded and you both stood up. You caught Penelope’s eye and mouthed 'We’re going’ across the room to her. She looked confused. You made a 'I’ll text you later motion’ with one hand and slipped your other hand back into Reid’s hearing him sigh happily at your contact.

Garcia clocked the hand hold and her eyes widened as a huge grin came over her face. You could almost hear the squeals that must be happening inside her head.

“Come on Dr Reid. We’ve gotta go find a wall for you to pin me up against. Wouldn’t want to have lied to Shirley now do we?”

He coughed and spluttered at what you’d just said.

“Haha. I’m joking Spence…. I don’t do that on a first date,” you turned to look up at him. "But someday, when you’re ready, we are soo doing that okay?“

He lowered his head so his lips were next your ears and whispered, "Okay, but maybe tonight, we could try some of that lip biting you mentioned instead.”

It was your turn to cough and splutter then as you pulled his hand and nearly dragged him out of the bar.

Happy Accidents (reader x Bucky) [AH pt 10(End)]

Characters: reader x Bucky, Sam, Steve, Nat, Tony, Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: Reader stays home from a mission and Bucky returns with unexpected news that could change your life together forever. 

Warnings: lil angst, mostly fluff. Mentions of illness and possible pregnancy. 

Word Count: 4k. (last part, I needed all the words! )

A/N: Well, this is it!! The last part. It’s been a long time coming and I’m sorry about the wait, but I hope it’s worth it! This series was my baby. Part 1 was my first fic written and posted EVER. Thank you all for sticking around and supporting me and this series! Please let me know what you think! :)

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“There really is no one like you, Y/N. It’s good to be home.”

Now that Bucky was back, the tower felt like home again to you, too.


One Year Later

“I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Bucky. I feel fine!! I’ve been fine all morning. I am going on this mission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but your determined expression stopped him, throwing his hands up in surrender.

You smiled victoriously, gathering the last of your gear and tugging the zipper closed on your duffel. The both of you already wore your combat gear, ready to board the Quinjet that was leaving in 10 minutes. Steve had interrupted breakfast saying there was a last minute mission so you and Bucky, along with Bruce, Clint, and Steve were heading out as soon as possible. Steve protested your joining the mission, too, which annoyed you. What was up with that?

One last scan around the room to make sure you had gathered everything, you met Bucky’s eyes.

“You ready, babe?” you asked him.

“Yup. How ‘bout you, doll?”

You paused, holding up one finger before you bolted for the bathroom and lost your breakfast. Aw, crap.

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Piano Tiles (M) - Pt. 2

Originally posted by kths

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, ft. Yoongi

Genre: Angst, Smut, and a sprinkle of fluff, pianist!y/n, AU

Word Count: 9.5k *high pitched screaming*

Summary: “Love is so short, but forgetting is so long.”

A/N: So. This is the second time I’ve rewritten it, have worked on this version for three months and am fINALLY happy with the way it turned out. It somehow turned grossly mushy at the end, but maybe that’s just the product of my pent up bitterness from the hell that was Valentine ’s Day. ¯\_()_/¯ (partially edited, excuse the errors)

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At the start, the phrase “It will pass with time” was something you had clung desperately to like a life raft. Words not uncommon to the hurt and heartbroken, you hoped such a miracle would apply to you too, despite the fact that you were the one who inflicted the pain. Did God forgive this form of self-harm? For three long years, you had foolishly believed in such a concept. As you grew more preoccupied, thoughts of him faded with each passing day, only to interrupt your transition to forgetting during the most mundane of instances; getting stuck in traffic, or waiting on a laundry load. The worst times were at night when you began to ponder the many what ifs; what if you hadn’t visited him that day, what if Jimin hadn’t shown up that morning, what if you had stayed? Just exactly how far would that have gone? When you were plagued with such thoughts, you simply plugged in your earbuds and played on repeat whatever piece you were working on until you could drift into a fitful sleep. With time, it had gotten easier to forget your time with Jeon Jungkook or to pretend to do so; to lie to yourself and others.

And then the night of your professional debut, the spell was broken.

You haven’t seen him in three long years and it’s unfair how good he looks.

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letsgetempirical  asked:

Prompt: #16 with Shiro comforting pidge after a mission that scared/upset her. Gen

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!

It was the sounds that caught Shiro’s attention.

Peering down the other hall, Shiro frowned.  At this time of night, there shouldn’t have been anything that cause strange noises like that.  From the rec room, Shiro could see just a sliver of light on the bottom, flashing and changing colors rapidly.

Something on TV, then.  Shiro sighed and made his way down that way.  Hopefully, Lance and Hunk hadn’t gotten distracted during one of their movie marathons again.  Neither of them had kept track of the time, and so when Shiro walked in on them at 4 AM, they’d been stunned. And the next morning, they’d both been utter wrecks.

As he moved closer, Shiro realized the odd noises were old school video game sound effects.  When he tapped on the console, the door swung open quietly, and Shiro could see the tops of a couple curls poking over the top.

Pidge, then.

Leaning over the back of the couch, Shiro tapped on the top of her head.  He hadn’t thought he was being particularly stealthy, but the noise of the game must have covered his footsteps, because Pidge jolted and tried to throw the controller in sheer reflex.  It was yanked to a stop from the cord to the console, and instead it fell right back down into the couch.

“Good reaction time, but I’d prefer to see it in the morning,” Shiro joked, lips curled up.

Then he finally met Pidge’s eyes, and saw how red rimmed they were.

Oh, no.

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Just a Little Further (Tony Stark x reader)

Request:  yourtropegirl said: I am so excited your requests are open. I absolutely love your writing and I thought you were different has been my absolute favorite. I haven’t seen very many Tony requests so I was wondering if you could do a marriage proposal where he takes her on a tour of Europe (which she has always wanted to do) for her Birthday and he proposes at the end of it. Pretty Please!!!

When Tony had surprised you with a trip to Europe as a far too extravagant birthday gift, you thought that maybe he was able to take a long weekend or maybe even a week away from Stark Enterprises and from the team to do it; you had no idea that a month later, you’d still be days away from getting back home.  You had made your way through the usual tourist locations in London and Paris, spent a few days in both Florence and Rome, and enjoyed the longest stop in Monaco, where Tony spontaneously decided to buy a vacation home simply because he ‘didn’t have one there yet’.

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A Miraculous Christmas

Reblog, don’t repost.

Do not publish onto any other site! (Instagram, YouTube, Amino, WeHeartIt,, Facebook, Pinterest, etc.)

Apparently, I don’t know what the fudge a hiatus is haha. I’m serious this time though. Nothing else until the new year.

I just thought that I should give a gift to all of my followers who’ve been so awesome and supportive. I know that some of you have already watched the Christmas special. Some liked it and some found it a little disappointing. But that’s what the fandom is here for, right? We make our own content! (I’m still waiting for some mistletoe fan art.)

Ideally, I would have drawn a comic but I didn’t want to spend the time, especially since I’m supposed to be taking a break. So I just wrote a little something instead. It’s not the greatest but eh… beats drawing a whole comic xD

Minor spoilers ahead!

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Fate, I Suppose

“George, stop pulling your sisters hair.” You say sternly from the stove, finishing breakfast. You walk over, placing the food on the table and within a minute the older boys are grabbing it. You ruffle Lucy’s hair, kissing her as the tears start to dry on her face.

“Where’s William?” You say, as George and Peter look at you with stuffed faces, Katie helping feed Lucy in her highchair. “Anyone?” You say, looking at your little army of children. They all shake their heads as you get the last bowl of food, trying not to spill all of it’s contents onto the floor as William runs by you, sitting in his seat.

“What are you-” You begin when you hear John coming down stairs.

“Toys fucking everywhere,” you hear John say annoyed, as he kicks things to the side, stomping angrily into the kitchen.

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Imagine after Damon walks out on your ultimatum you invite him to have one last talk.

Characters: Damon x Reader

Story Title: “Lightning & Thunder”

Word count: 1013

A/N: I found this half finished in my drafts, so I finally finished it. I don´t know about you but this feel like my old somwhat better writing. Let´s hope it stays this mediocre for a long time, eh?. Anyway, feedback is welcomed and appreciated, it keeps the fics coming!

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It has been a few days since Damon left nothing but a Damon shaped hole in your door. You spend the first days crying, the days after that restlessly tossing in turning in your empty bed. After another set of days the fog of sadness seemed to have cleared and you are ready to face him again.

He at least deserves an explanation, a reason why you gave him that ultimatum. And however this talk ends, one thing will never change; You and Damon, however messy and crazy your relationship was, it was the best thing that has ever happened.

You´ve been sitting across the door for what felt like hours, back pressed against the cold wall with your phone next to you. A hesitant knock brings your heartbeat out of rhythm as if someone held a finger in the way of the small needle on a metronome.

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This is part 2 to’s BTS reaction request where, they lose their pets and mistakenly take someone else’s [thinking it’s theirs] and then, FINALLY find their real pets in the most unexpected places

A/N: I’ve been working on most of my reacts on mobile so, forgive me if it lacks flavor.


Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

-When Min Holly disappears while playing at a dog park the moment Yoongi looks away for 2 seconds, I swear. Everyone will be seeing AGUST D that day.

-He’ll just switch in an instant and be a string of aggressive curse words. (“****, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN’T SEEN MY ******* CHOCOLATE COLORED BABY?!?!?! F*** YOU!”)

-He’ll try his best to stay calm but, obviously, he’s gonna fail. (I mean, did you READ that line above??)

-I have a feeling this guy would pay random people to look for his dog. 

-“Hey, you. Yeah, you. Look for my dog” *proceeds to hand a 3 year old a whole suitcase full of won*

-He is not thinking straight. No, he is not. Not in slightest. 

-Which is why he’d keep running after other people’s dogs in the dog park just because they LOOK like Holly.

-He’d also nearly beat the life out of the members if he catches them LOOKING like they’re slacking off while searching for Holly.

-Soon, Yoongi will be spotted meticulously retracing his footsteps at the dog park, shoving people aside, left and right like nobody’s business.

-Oh but, not a single tear will be seen on this dude. Nope. He’s gonna be tough the WHOLE time even though his heart is shattering into to a million pieces, deep down, inside.

-You know what’s throwing everyone off, though?

-Despite his demeanor, Yoongi’s been calling for Min Holly in a REALLY HIGH PITCHED BABY VOICE THIS WHOLE TIME.

-Yes, Bangtan is scared.

-Even Bang Sihyuk is quaking.

-and BigHit Staff are on standby with tranquilizing darts.

-For Holly? No, no, no!

-For Yoongi.

-Really, it would be at the last straw when the staff are about to blow the darts that, Min Holly will finally be found.

-Seokjin and co. would be starving after searching for Holly for hours without rest and so, they’d sneak over to Yoongi’s picnic basket (that he brought with him earlier, to the dog park) and upon opening it, surprise!!

-Holly’s curled up inside, asleep.

-As soon as they show this to Yoongi, the guy would melt and need some time alone with his baby.


Originally posted by vanillalattaes

-He simply lost Rap Monster (yes, that’s his dog’s name. No joke) while he was looking for crabs on the beach. 

-He was so absorbed with it that, he failed to notice Rapmon wandering off.

-Once he does, he’ll look like how he looks in the gif. 

-Then, he’d DASI–Ah, I don’t want to overuse that gag. Let’s just say he’d RUN.

-After a good, full day of searching at the beach, one of the members will tell Namjoon that Rapmon was -apparently- spotted in town.

-Then, to town it is….

-but by then, of course, Rapmon won’t be there anymore either.

-So, Namjoon would probably spend a sleepless night, creating billions of “LOST DOG” flyers which, he would then, scatter all over town. (All printers, computers and staplers will break on that day)

-Yeah, I think Namjoon would by that kind of guy who, staples a BILLION flyers to ONE tree.

-Oh, and while he’s doing that, some old lady will be passing by and be all: “Oh, young man! Isn’t THAT you’re dog, right there?”

-She would point to a white canine across the street and Namjoon would be rushing over there in a heartbeat…

-Only to realize that it’s just a lookalike.

-Feeling saddened by this, Namjoon would go to his favorite, secluded place in town to compose himself and try to properly think about this whole ordeal.

-He’d sit on the bench there, sighing when…


-Needless to say Namjoon would be OVERJOYED by this and create a song about it because the happening infired him.


Originally posted by ksjknj


-He would try to pretend that this doesn’t bother him when, in reality, the members can see him shaking.

-(2 Seconds later…) “OKAY, I CARE!! I CARE!!!! QUICK, HELP ME LOOK FOR JJANGU!”

-How did Jin lose Jjangu?


-They both got distracted by food while they were outside. Jin turned left. Jjangu turned right.

-It wasn’t until after both enjoyed a lovely meal that, they realized they lost each other (Although, Jjangu was just like: “Eh.” while Jin was like: “OH, MAN!! NO!”)


-So, Seokjin starts hollering for Jjangu, yeah? Because: “JJANGU HAS GOOD EARS! TRUST ME, HE’LL COME WHEN I CALL HIM!”

-and boy, was he right about Jjangu not listening to him.

-So, after getting over his depression from that experience, Jin would start asking around in a pretty level-headed manner, actually.

-Don’t get me wrong. He’s still shaking. 

-He’s just really good at this stuff because he’s the eldest and can become mature if need be.

-After a while without any progress and accidentally grabbing someone else’s ferret (yeah, he thought it was Jjangu. Don’t ask how.) Seokjin would get hungry.

-“Screw this! I’ll eat first!”

-For some reason he’s trying to act like he doesn’t care again (perhaps his pride was hurt when Jjangu didn’t come when he called him.)

-So, he’ll “eat” (really, he’s just problematically staring at the food at a convenience store.)

-At some point, he’ll just buy whatever and head outside to sit down there but, then….


-There’s Jjangu, begging a couple for food, in front of the convenience store.

-They would then have a touching(?) reunion. (Jin will have to show Jjangu the food he bought to get him to come back to him.)


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-Cue deafening scream that would destroy the World.


-Literally everyone in the neighborhood would hear that he lost his dog during her date. (He brought her over to her boyfriend, a dashing shih tzu across the street. It was very hard for him. Give him a pat on the back.)

-So, yeah. The two were playing in the yard when, Miki managed to find an opening through the fence.

-Hoseok would literally act like his child had been abducted upon NOT seeing Miki in the yard.

-“YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE A TALK LATER, BUB!” So he says to the shih tzu who just looks at him like “What.”

-Then, he hurdles over the fence and runs a 5k all around the place, in search for his girl.

-His ugly sobbing would resound all throughout.

-Finally, he’d see a familiar tuft of fur.

-It’s the ponytail on Miki’s head. He’s so sure of it, he could bet his whole career.

-Let’s just say, thank goodness he didn’t bet his whole career.

-Now his old lady neighbor thinks he tried to dognap her dog.

-Oh, and even more ugly sobbing can be heard since Hoseok made such a stupid mistake. Now he’s not just sad, he’s ashamed, too.

-He’ll scurry on back to that Shih Tzu’s house without anymore strength to even have that talk with him when, wouldn’t you know!

-Miki came back!!

-(Literally, Hoseok’s lost dog dilemma would only last 1 hour because he’d die if it went on for more than that. I needed to give him some mercy.)

-and that’s the end! Yay! 

This was really fun to write!

Here’s a link to the Maknae Line if you haven’t read that one>

Princess Buttercup

wow this has only taken me an entire month to write but here ya go @petalstofish :)

Prompt: lily and James are not together, but arrive at a mutual friend’s Halloween party dressed as buttercup & westley so everyone thinks they’re together.

    “Lily, I thought you said you were over it a while ago.”

    Lily sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Marlene, if I was really trying, I would have gotten my hair dyed so I’d actually look like her.”

    “Yet you spent thirty bucks on the costume. And I still don’t understand how this looks like her?”

    Lily groaned now and threw her boots on. “Screw off Marlene.”

    She shrugged, and slipped on a jacket over her wonder woman costume. “Are you sure you don’t want a ride over?”

    Lily waved her hand. “I’ll be right over, and besides, you will probably ditch me for Sirius again anyways.”

    Marlene flipped her off, and left the apartment, curly hair swinging behind her. Lily grabbed her keys, checked her appearance once more in the mirror, and locked the door behind her. Once she arrived at the party, she could hear the music from down the street, and grinned as she saw her friend, Dorcas, who in her normal fashion, was wearing a complete zombie bride costume just entering the house. Lily followed her, grabbing a drink for herself, and found both Dorcas and Marlene tucked away in the corner with none other than James Potter.  

    James Potter, who happened to be wearing the match to her costume, Westley, complete with a black handkerchief around his eyes. His eyes shot up as he took in her costume, as she turned, frowning to Marlene. “Did you tell him that I was going to be Buttercup?”

    She frantically shook her head. “No! I didn’t even tell Sirius. But we watched it the other day together, and then I showed you when you said you hadn’t watched it and then you loved it -”

    “Wait hold on,” James interjected. “You just barely saw the Princess Bride? How is that even possible?”

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Okay, so I’ve been headcanoning that Mob might have Dissociative Identity Disorder, or as it’s frequently incorrectly called Multiple Personality Disorder.

This is due largely to Mob’s system of functioning based on turning points that cause explosive changes in his personality, as well as his frequent dissociation. A lot of this is pretty obvious upfront, but I thought I would make a post about it in more detail! It’s all under the cut to save your dashboards.

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Alls well that ends well, eh? Sort of happy ending all round. I thought this was gonna be rubbish to be honest, but I’m still glad I wrote it. Just another little thing to add. Hope you guys enjoyed it too!

‘The Price of Lies’ (Part 3)

Part 2

Bucky was a little sore from his impromptu climb, but otherwise he was fine. The only ailment he suffered from was nerves as he sat in the tower’s main sitting room, awaiting your return. When you entered the room, he stood up. He noticed the silver tracks on your cheeks and frowned.

You marched towards him, seeming oddly composed for someone evidently emotional. Bucky held out his arms anyway, expecting to comfort you.

Instead, you slapped your hand into his and passed something into him. With confusion written on his features, he unfolded the paper you’d handed him. His face fell at the sight of the face looking back at him.
“Recognise her?” You asked bitterly. Perhaps you were being harsh, but you were all over the place currently.
“I… Yes.”

“That’s my mother.”
“(Y/n), I-”
“Don’t. I’ve never blamed you for your past; I’ve never antagonised you, and I’ve never let you feel guilty for what you did.” Bucky looked like he was on the verge of tears. He breathed a sigh of relief when you said:
“And I’m not about to start now.”

You led him to the same table and chairs you met at.
“You understand that I have to know though.”
“Of course, I do. I don’t even know where to begin. It was… just another mission to me then. They made me do it, but I also… I knew what I was doing, you know?”

You nodded, and sniffed. You had to be stronger than this. It wasn’t his fault… right?

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One Exciting Ride (Gaston x Reader Coffee Shop AU)

One Exciting Ride: Chapter 2

Chapter   1   (you’re here)   3

I know it’s super short, but it’s just sort of a kickoff chapter! I promise the next one will be at least 1000+ words!!

Word Count: 554

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“Those idiots wouldn’t know their hand from their foot if there wasn’t a homing beacon on their cocks for Mr Right-Hand-Man,” you joked, hoping to lighten Belle’s mood. It worked.

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Summary: Bucky’s nightmares are getting worse, but Y/N is bound and determined to find a way to help him cope with the pain of his past. Word count: 1.9k

Bucky x reader. HURT/COMFORT, FLUFF (mostly fluff). TW: none.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in the tower that day. Most of the team was either out on a mission or spending the day in the city, enjoying the fresh spring air. For Bucky, the quiet days were often the hardest. When he’s busy, he can sometimes put the horrors of his Hydra days on the backburner and focus on something else, but when it’s quiet with nothing to do, there’s nothing to fill his mind other than the memories of what he did.

Luckily, even though most of the team was away for the day, Y/N stayed in. Bucky was so glad to have her around—she always had a way of making the bad things seem not so bad, and even bringing the good things to the surface. He watched as she gracefully sauntered into the kitchen, her steps as quiet as a mouse. “Hey Bucky.” she said with a smile as she pulled the orange juice out of the fridge. “Got any plans for the day?” she asked. Bucky shrugged and replied, “Nope, but you might not wanna drink that. I think Sam has been sneaking sips straight from the bottle again.” Y/N stuck the bottle back in the fridge with a grimace on her face. “Not worth the risk. That’s so icky! Like, how hard is it to grab a glass out of the cupboard?! UGH! What’s so funny? Bucky, why are you smiling?!” Bucky stood there, arms crossed with a smirk on his face. “You’re cute when you’re mad.” he said. Y/N rolled her eyes and looked him square in the face.

“You okay, Buck? No offense, but you look like you haven’t been sleeping very well again… Nightmares back?” Y/N asked with genuine concern in her voice. Bucky still felt deep down like he wasn’t deserving of anyone’s time, much less concern, which is part of the reason why he has a hard time opening up to people, but never Y/N. He can tell her anything. “Yeah. It’s like every time I close my eyes it all comes back, and it’s so vivid it feels like it’s happening all over again. I just—I just don’t know what to do anymore.” Bucky stared at the ground in front of him with a look of utter defeat. Y/N put her hand under his chin and guided his face up until he was looking her in the eyes. With determination in her voice, Y/N grabbed his hand and said “Look Bucky, you might not know what to do, but that’s okay because I think I might know how to help. Come with me.”

Bucky was a little confused about what was going on but he trusted Y/N, so he followed along as she pulled him over to the big couch in the lounge. They sat down on the couch, still holding hands, when Y/N smiled at him and said “So here’s the thing. We all have bad stuff in our past, some of us just have more than others. The trick is to find a way to deal with it. Just think of what our friends do—Steve takes out his frustration on a punching bag down in the gym, Tony builds stuff, Nat draws, Bruce spends time in the lab—I guess what I’m trying to say is that everyone has a different way of coping, and we’ve gotta find one for you. I have some ideas, so how about we get started and try out a few of them?” Bucky was skeptical, but figured it was worth a shot. At this point, he was willing to try anything if it meant the nightmares would stop. He squeezed her hand a little tighter and asked “Okay, so where do we start?” “Go put on some clothes you can move in and meet me in the gym.”

When Bucky got to the gym, Y/N was standing in the corner wearing yoga pants and a tank top, trying to connect her iPod into the sound system. She put on some quiet instrumental music and pulled out two yoga mats. “Okay Bucky, just relax, clear your mind, and do what I do. No talking—only inner peace.” Y/N smiled and started going into various yoga poses, first some simple ones that Bucky could follow pretty easily. As the poses began getting more difficult though, Bucky started getting frustrated. His metal arm was less flexible than his other arm was, which made some of the stretches not particularly feasible. Bucky broke out of some weird pose and laid on his back on the yoga mat and said “This is definitely not working. Let’s move on to the next thing.” Y/N turned to him and smiled, then walked over to the duffel bag she had set down next to the sound system. She pulled out some books and a pencil pouch, walked back over, and plopped down on the floor next to him. She unzipped the pencil pouch to reveal dozens of colored pencils. Bucky looked at the books and groaned. “Coloring books? Seriously?” He said with audible skepticism. “Yes. Coloring is a mindless activity that gives you something to focus on. I color all the time. Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” The two of them sat on the floor and worked on the coloring books chatting here and there about their favorite books and debating about which pizza place in New York is the best. After about an hour, Y/N looked up from her coloring book and asked “So Bucky, how are you liking the coloring book thing?” Bucky smiled at her and replied, “Eh, I could take it or leave it. I don’t think I find it any more relaxing than anything else, but I’ve enjoyed spending the time in here with you, so there’s that.” He felt bad that Y/N was trying so hard to help him, but so far no dice. Not only did he want something to work just so he could get some sleep again, but he also wanted to be able to tell Y/N that it was her idea that got him through. She’s already gotten him through so much, and he wants her to see that what she does is really helping.

 Y/N grabbed the duffel bag and tucked all of their coloring supplies back in while Bucky rolled up the yoga mats and put them back in their little cubbies. “You ready for idea number three?” said Y/N with a devious smile on her face. “Umm, I guess so, but that look on your face… I know that look. You’ve got something up your sleeve, don’t you?” Y/N giggled at his response. “Well Bucky, you might not like this one at first, but just give it a chance. Wait there.” She ran over to the sound system and changed the music from peaceful, relaxing tones to more upbeat songs. They were 1940s-era swing tunes. “Hold on a minute,” Bucky said inquisitively. “I know this song! Are we just gonna sit around and listen to old music? Why don’t we head back over to the lounge for that and—. ““Nope!” Y/N interjected before Bucky could finish his sentence. “We’re dancing!” she said with excitement. “Uh-oh. I don’t know how this is gonna go, Y/N. It’s been a long time since I’ve done any dancing. Like, the last time I danced was when this music was still playing on the radio.” Y/N took a step forward and grabbed his hand. “No worries, Buck. I’ll teach you.”

The two of them moved to the middle of the gym floor, and after a little practice counting out the beats from the music and a refresher on some of the basic steps, they decided to try stringing some of them together. First they danced a slower number, but once Bucky started to pick it up he wanted to try something faster. Y/N and Bucky spent the next two and a half hours doing the Lindy Hop in their workout clothes and socks, laughing and smiling the entire time. Eventually, they both started getting hungry and decided to stop for the night and grab some dinner. Bucky ordered a pizza while Y/N took a quick shower.

The pizza showed up just as Y/N came out of her room with damp hair, wearing pajama pants and an old oversized t-shirt. They sat down next to each other on the couch and started eating their pizza (Tony hates it when people eat on the nice furniture, but he wasn’t there to complain about it so they did it anyway). “So Bucky, how was the dancing? If it’s not for you that’s okay, I still have some ideas we can try tomorrow if you aren’t busy.” Bucky took Y/N’s plate out of her hand and set both of theirs down on the ottoman. He then took both of her hands in his and stared straight into Y/N’s eyes. “The dancing was wonderful,” he said with excitement in his voice, “and I’d like to maybe try it again sometime, ya know, if you want to of course.” A giant smile came across Y/N’s face. She was clearly glad that she had been able to do something good for Bucky. “Yay! I was really hoping you would enjoy it. I love dancing, but I never have anyone to dance with. I guess I’ve finally found myself a partner! And look, Bucky—I understand that sometimes the bad stuff resurfaces in the middle of the night, so I’m just putting it out there now that if you ever feel like you could use a Lindy Hop at three in the morning, I don’t mind waking up for a dance.”

Bucky, still holding Y/N’s hands, pulled her toward him and he kissed her. They had been close friends for quite a while, and had always been really flirtatious with one another. Bucky had known for some time now that he was in love with her, but was afraid that he would screw up their friendship if he told her how he felt. However, after the amazing day he had just spent with Y/N, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. Bucky laid his heart out on the table and said “I love you, you know. Actually, I’ve been in love with you for a pretty long time now. If you don’t feel the same way that’s fine, we can just be friends, but after all you did for me today I just wanted to say thank you and let you know how I feel about you.” Y/N dropped one of his hands and placed hers gently on his cheek. “I love you too, Bucky.” They kissed again and then settled back down and went back to their pizza.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna be using this room tonight since it’s getting pretty late. Wanna watch a movie?” said Y/N. “Only if you pick. I still don’t know very many movies.” replied Bucky. The two of them spent the rest of their evening snuggling on the couch watching “Footloose,” until both of them fell asleep. They woke up the next morning still in each other’s arms. “Good mornin’ you two little lovebirds!” someone yelled from the kitchen. They sat up and saw Sam drinking OJ out of the bottle. Y/N and Bucky looked at each other and smiled, because that was the first time in ages that Bucky had slept through the night.

Thank you @missmuffin221!

33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Gregory. My sincere apologies, but an emergency has arisen and I will not be able to make our dinner engagement tonight. I hope that your day has not been unduly stressful, and shall no doubt see you at home –” there’s a short hesitation, and Mycroft apparently decides against putting a timeframe estimate on the current crisis. “My apologies again.” His voice is tight, harried; the click of the message ending, and Greg obeys the instruction to save it.

He sighs and drops his mobile onto the desk, running his hands over his face and through his hair. They’ve barely seen one another this week – mostly his fault, a truly unpalatable murder that’s kept him out of the house for all but the quickest of showers and change of clothes, and a trip to Manchester for Mycroft that covered the only evening Greg actually did manage to spend at home. (Well, he arrived home just before nine, anyway.)

They had arranged via text to cook dinner together on Friday night, and Greg had been anticipating it eagerly. It was not even as though he had been expecting them to have sex – his own bone-deep exhaustion made it unlikely. But just to be able to have a glass of wine together as they cooked, watch Mycroft’s deft hands as he chopped the vegetables, wrap his arms around his boyfriend and inhale the scent of his skin, stay close as they worked and then sit at right-angles at the table to eat, legs and feet pressed together… To go to bed together, hold Mycroft close with a hand in the centre of his pale chest, and get a full night’s sleep – oh God, yes – and to wake up warm, and sleepy, and together… A distant, and apparently an impossible, dream.

Greg leans his head on his hand and surveys the paperwork in front of him with bleary eyes. Then he picks up his phone and texts:

No worries gorgeous. Hope it goes well. Good luck, and see you at home later hopefully. Keep me updated, yeah? G xxx

He doesn’t really expect an answer, given Mycroft’s tone in the answerphone message. He stretches, yawns, and goes to fetch himself a coffee. On returning, he is surprised to find a text waiting.

I love you. MH

Hmm. Greg gives a wry smile. Possibly the crisis is worse than he’d assumed. Nuclear attack on London? Full-scale international war about to break out?

Love you so much. G xxx


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Two Fathers, A Frenchman and a Baby


Word Count: 3740 (Uh, yeah, holy shit, this is a big one)

Chapters: 1/1

Publish Date: Nov. 3 2017

Plot: There are two fathers, one Frenchman, and a baby in one room, at about one in the morning.

Warnings: Cuteness, slight language warnings, Scout being a smartass, more cuteness, the author used Google Translate for the French, author doesn’t completely, know how you operate babies, there is barely an attempt at accents, a dash or two of angst, and Spy is still low-key a smartass. Also, Dad!Spy feels. Your welcome.

Also, LONG A.N. at end of chapter. Sorry, but not sorry.


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Painted Skies

Jack, Davey

Summary: Jack is painting when Davey shows up to take him home for dinner, but when Jack just continues to paint he has to resort to drastic measures to get him to come with him.

A/N: Based on this prompt, though I tweaked it a little bit. I hope you like it!

Words: 922

Jack always started with the ground when he painted. Green grass sprinkled with blue tinted raindrops or gray concrete with a splash of autumn leaves or dirty feet about to step into a brown puddle. It was easier to establish the base of the painting. To decide in advance how the rest of it was going to look like.

But that day he’d started with the sky. He wasn’t sure why, but he had. The deep blue was stretching over more than half of the canvas, and he knew it was going to be a landscape motif. He just wasn’t sure in what direction he was going to take it yet, which was, of course, the reason he always left the sky till last. But it felt right this time, and he had the freedom to do whatever he wanted with it, which usually wasn’t the case. It felt oddly exciting.

He paused and took a step back to observe it. The sky wasn’t done. He still needed to add more clouds and birds and the reflection of sunrays, but he figured he was done for today. He’d started it way too late, and he was losing daylight quickly, so there was no point continuing anyway.

But maybe he could add a couple of birds before he called it a night.

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All the pretty girls

|Chapter 1|

“There’s something about her. Ya know? Like yeah, I’m pretty sure she could kick my ass….and I’d probably let her too. But she is just so damn beautiful….Baby doll is definitely the woman of my dreams… i mean….can I say that out loud or is that breaking kayfab too much?”

Eric, better known as Enzo Amore asked Renee Young during their interview for her little show. He shrugged his shoulders at a grinning Big Cass, before looking back at Renee. “Eh. Screw it. Its already been put out there.”

Kendra quickly hit pause on the video her best friend in the business, Sasha Banks, was showing her while they sat on the bench at the gym. “Hey!” Sasha complained. “It was just getting good.” Rolling her eyes, Kendra shoved the rest of her things into her duffle bag. “And what exactly was the good part?” She questioned snatching her water bottle off the floor. Sasha looked at her friend like she was crazy, before sliding her phone into her bag. “Um obviously the part where he confesses his undying love for you…duh..” This caused Kendra to snort. What kind of undying love was there to confess. For the passed three months Kendra had been running around the WWE trash talking her way through superstars and divas alike. Enzo and Big Cass had been in the way of her larger than life mouth a few times all ready. It was always fun to see the kind of faces Enzo made when she’d insult him. It kept her youthful. It really did. Outside of the WWE, it may have been a different story. They were put on flights together, tour buses. Meet and greats. Everything together. Kendra was lucky if a day went by where she didn’t see the tag team duo.

Standing up, she stretched her legs a bit. Not diving into all this Enzo Amore nonsense. Sasha eyed her suspiciously, standing as well. “You are being awfully quiet…its usually hard to make you shut up.” Glaring at Sasha, Kendra shook her head. “What is there to say? Oh gee, thanks Mr. Amore, I think you are swell too!” Kendra clasped her hands together and posed, causing laughter to erupt from her friend. “Okay…maybe not that. But, admit that you think he is cute. Admit that you enjoy his company. Don’t lie to yourself.” It was moments like this that Kendra wanted to give Sasha a clothesline(in a friendly way of course). Moments when she was absolutely right, but Kendra was just too stubborn to admit. She was a Guerrero after all. “I mean…..i guess his face is not a disaster.” Kendra spoke. She picked up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder, heading out of the gym.

“That’s a start!” Sasha yelled after her, jogging to catch up.


Kendra groaned as her back hit the mat wrong for the fifth time. She laid there for a moment and closed her eyes. Counting to ten slowly. “Sorry…” She heard a faint mumble. A voice that belonged to a certain vibrant red head. In a gentle fashion, Kendra sat up and looked at the girl she was training with, Eva Marie. Who in turn, looked at her in frustration. “At least you are getting better.” Kendra replied. Though the two of them weren’t friends, Brian Kendrick had asked her to stop by since she was in town, and train with some people. She didn’t expect to be in a ring with Eva, she didn’t even want to be. But she could admit that she saw the NXT diva putting in work, and even improving. “Its okay…lets just call it a day.” Eva nodded her head slightly, before climbing out of the ring and gathering her things. Letting out a sigh, Kendra leaned against the ring ropes, trying to catch her breath and clear her head.

“Well look at you paying it forward.”

Just hearing his voice made Kendra close her eyes as tight as possible. Trying to disappear and or make him disappear. She was in no mood to deal with Colby Lopez or as people called him Seth Rollins. Kendra could hear him climbing into the ring with her. “What do you want long neck?” The old nickname caused Colby to grin, it was quite the throwback. Shaking his head as he got into the ring, he leaned on the opposite side of the ropes from her. Opening her eyes, Kendra stared at the man before her. She had avoided many awkward conversations and run ins with the former WWE champion since she had been with the company. But she knew that her dodging wouldn’t last. That at some point she would have to interact with him. “You…little lady, have been avoiding me. At all costs it seems. Care to explain that?”

“There may be people in this business I have to explain myself to…but you are not one if those people Colby. ”

“You hurt my feelings Kenny… What we had wasn’t a waste of time. Don’t you know that?”

He pushed himself off of the ropes and walked towards her, Kendra studied him. He had a stern look on his face. “Your father would be proud you know…to see one of his little girls making a name for herself.” She felt so disgusted, honestly. Kendra raised the bottom of shirt and wiped the sweat off her face. It was so very easy to channel her rage at the man in front of her. “Don’t start with me Lopez. I have no problem taking you down.” A smirk crossed Colby’s lips. “That’s what I’m hoping for Guerrero.” Kendra felt like if she rolled her eyes anymore they may get so tired that they jump out of her skull to escape. Instead of entertaining him anymore, Kendra turned around and climbed out of the ring, jumping down to the floor. ‘Just keep moving Ken…ignore this idiot.’

“ You know…i saw the most interesting thing on the internet today… Oh how I love Renee and her little WWE segments.. Anyways, it looks like you got yourself your own little admirer. How sweet…”

Kendra stopped walking, she sighed and grabbed her bag. Keeping her back to him. He was trying to bait her, trying to get her to engage him even more. She didn’t want to fall for it. No….she wasn’t going to fall for it. Not this time around. But that didn’t stop Colby from continuing his verbal attack. “I just find it funny how all these nobodies are always trying to get at you…all of them.” Kendra pressed her lips tightly together, she could just smack him.

“Yeah…and the biggest nobody is standing behind me in the ring.”

She gave her bag a small squeeze as she made her way out the door. Not bothering to give two flying fucks about what she was leaving behind.

“And there she goes! The frog splash by Kendra Jade!!”

After making contact with Alicia Fox, Kendra quickly hooked her leg, holding on tight. Her head bobbing every time the ref’s hand smacked the mat. After the third time, she quickly got up, her ears throbbing as the crowd cheered for her and her music hit. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and took in a deep breath. Kendra had been knocking down competitors left and right. And though it was a good way to start off her career, it hadn’t been the competitors that she wanted. Not by a long shot. She raised her arms in victory, giving a small celebration to the crowd. Her celebration along with her music was cut short and interrupted by a familiar tune. Kendra dropped her arms to her sides, immediately glaring up the ramp towards the entrance. The crowd started to boo as the Women’s Champion, Charlotte and her father Ric Flair started to walk down to the ring, mic in hand.

“Wow! Give it up for Kendra everyone! A true Guerrero through and through.”

The crowd cheered at the mention of Kendra, causing the champ to give them a dirty look. “ you will cheer for her! A nobody! But you wont even cheer for your own Women’s Champion!” Shaking her head she followed her father up the steel steps and into the ring. Her eyes landing on Kendra. “Like I said….a true Guerrero through and through.” She sneered. “And like a true Guerrero…you are just as pathetic. All Guerrero’s are pathetic. Its a gene that is obviously passed down.” Kendra could barely hear the diva before her, thanks to the protest of the audience. Her brown eyes looked around at them, before she glanced back at Charlotte. Not really taking the little trap she was trying to lay down. “See lucky for me, the Flair trait is that of a pure athlete..that of pure talent. A body made to be a champion. And maybe one day you’ll get to that point Kendra. But right now you are just a pathetic little girl living in the shadow of her father. See that’s why these people cheer for you. Not because they love you…but because they love your father!” Squinting her eyes Kendra looked over at Ric Flair. Did Charlotte forget who she was standing next to? Did she forget how she was always boasting about being a Flair? “ And lucky for me…my dad is right here beside me, and my father…unlike yours, was a great champion and superstar.”

At the mention of her father Kendra quickly got in Charlotte’s face. No words came out of her mouth as she stared her down. Shaking her head slowly in disgust. The Women’s Champion had dropped her microphone as soon as Kendra stepped up to her. She smirked slightly, before shrugging her shoulders at the shorter diva. “The Guerrero name is so pathetic!” Charlotte yelled, loud enough for the cameras to pick up. “And you are pathetic..just like your father.” At that moment, Kendra saw nothing but red. Her eyes slightly glazing over. She let out a loud scream, her warrior cry, before she looked Charlotte right in her face and super kicked her father. The crowd cheered as Ric Flair fell backwards, out like a light.

“And down goes Ric Flair! Like an old dusty Christmas tree!” Yelled JBL.

Charlotte’s eyes went wide, as she looked down at her father. Before she even had time to react, she was tackled to the mat. Lefts and rights being thrown at her. Kendra wove her fingers into Charlotte’s hair, lifting her head up and slamming it back down on the mat over and over again. It wasn’t long until Kendra heard distinctive shouting amongst the cheering of the crowd. She glanced up to see refs coming out along with a few security men. Kendra quickly licked her lips and placed a kiss on the forehead of the beaten down champ. “Gotta jet ” She told her, pushing herself up, the young Guerrero rolled out of the ring and hopped over the barricade. Getting as far away from security and the refs as she could. The audience continued to cheer, causing Kendra to smirk as she headed up the stairs, moving through the crowd, trying to get to an exit. She glanced over her shoulder, just in time to see Charlotte on her feet, trying to help her father up.

Kendra wasn’t sorry at all. Not by a long shot.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kendra Jade.”

Getting a loud pop as she stepped into view, Kendra brushed some hair out of her face and looked around, a small smile.

“Kendra, earlier tonight we saw the Women’s Champion come out and insult you, and the legacy of the Guerrero name-”

Placing her hand on JoJo’s shoulder, Kendra stopped her from talking. “Listen sister, we all know what happened. Everyone saw it…and I loved it. And in the end, I don’t regret taking both Charlotte and her father down…and I gotta say, that I did it with F-L-A-I-R!” Shrugging her shoulders, Kendra glanced down at the younger girl. “I have no interest in Charlotte…nor will I ever. She has nothing I want. I don’t want her belt…her life style. I don’t want her man hands. And I sure as hell don’t want her father. I’m a Guerrero. And no, I don’t boast about that, because I’m trying to make my own path in the WWE. I have bigger things in my sight. Much bigger things. So Charlotte can stay at the bottom, where she belongs.” Before JoJo could ask another question, Kendra turned around and walked away. The crowd cheering for her some more.

Kendra sat in catering as the rest of the show went on. Tossing grapes in the air one by one and catching them in her mouth. She tossed her final grape in the air, prepared for it to land in her mouth with ease. But the sound of running distracted her, and the grape hit her chin, falling to the ground. Looking around, Kendra noticed Sasha running her way. She passed Kendra and sat down across from her. Her eyes wide. “Something is about to happen!” She squealed. Before calming her self down completely as if she didn’t just freak out. Kendra raised an eyebrow and stared at Sasha in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Sasha kept her lips closed and mouthed something to Ken. But she couldn’t make out what it was. There were shadows lingering over Kendra and her table. One more larger than the other. Which only added more to her confusion. “Ladies, how you doin’?”


He and Big Cas sat down at the table with the girls, Kendra observed them before looking at her best friend. Seeing her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. Placing her hand on the table top, Ken began to drum her finger tips slowly. There was something strange with in the atmosphere of the table. Like everybody was waiting for something big to happen. And the fact that everyone was silent didn’t help at all. “So…are you ladies going out with the others tonight? I heard they’re gonna hit up this BBQ place.”

“Oh yeah. We are totally going. Kendra loves going out with everyone.” Sasha answered, grinning from ear to ear.

Kendra shot her a look before shaking her head slightly. “Actually, I was planning on just grabbing my stuff and heading off to the next town. I had a long night last night writing a post for my blog and answering fan questions….”

Enzo tried to act casual as he leaned back in his seat, and draped his arm across the back of Kendra’s chair. “Oh…your blog huh? That’s cool that you put yourself out there like that and talk to fans.” Of course Enzo knew she had a blog, he knew that she loved to write. He stared at her, before clearing his throat. “I mean…that’s what’s up. But come on pretty lady. Sometimes a night out is all a person needs. And I’m sure you’re a blast to be around once you really let loose.”

Sasha snorted before she leaned forward, she never in her life had the pleasure of seeing Kendra let loose. Though they were best friends, Kendra was very dedicated to her job and being the best. “Oh trust me, she is going. In fact. We can all go together. ” Sasha suggested. Kendra’s eyes widened, did she not just say that she had plans to just head back to the hotel?

“What a coincidence…” A new voice broke out. “I am going to be attending that little outing as well. Maybe you and I can match our outfits together Kenny….just like old times.”

What was it? Run into Colby day? Kendra didn’t even bother acknowledging him. And without even looking at her Best friend, she knew that Sasha was glaring at Colby. Probably giving him the nastiest look she could. “Nobody was talking to you Lopez. So keep it moving.”

Seth placed his hand over his heart, the smirk never leaving his face. “You wound me Sasha. Luckily, no one was talking to you either…so stay out of it ” Seth placed his hand on Kendra’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “I’ll see you after the show…save me a seat yeah?” With out even giving any of his time to Enzo, Seth pretended like he didn’t even see him, or his large friend, and walked away.

After seeing the interaction between Colby and Kendra, or lack there of on Kendra’s part, Enzo looked at Cass. And pointed at Lopez as he walked down the hallway. “This fuckin’ guy.” Cass grunted, nodding his head in agreement. He wasn’t gonna let this cross fit power ranger stop him from what he wanted. “So cupcake, about tonight?” Enzo turned his attention to Kendra, who was deep in thought.

She had enough of her ex-boyfriend in one day to last her the rest of her life. Why couldn’t he have just been traded to SmackDown. And though she was lost in her thoughts, Kendra could barely hear what was just said to her. But she got the gist of it. And it was at that moment that she decided something else. Not only would she push Colby Lopez as far away from her as physically and emotionally possible. But she didn’t want to be so predictable. So cookie cutter. So sure of herself. Because sometimes it was good to be unsure. Sometimes it was okay to break out of your comfort zone. No. Kendra was done being predictable. She was ready for excitement. Adventure. Something thrilling. And the man next to her, who she would never admit she found attractive, or adorable, he could give her those things. It looked like 'Smacktalker Skywalker’ was about to get his own Princess Leia. Breaking free from her thoughts, she glanced over at him.

“Yeah, we will meet you there. Won’t we Sasha?”

Sasha didn’t say anything for a moment. She was speechless. Just staring at her friend like she grew an extra head. But that shock only lasted a moment, before a big smile spread across her face. “Yes….yes we will.”