this entire special killed me but this i just sat there and nodded

So @packratofdenialism gave me this idea for a fanfic where Meredith lives and she and Yondu coparent Peter. This happens in my head because Yondu got suspicious when Ego told him to pick another kid up “in about a year” and investigated and decided to help Meredith out as a way of dealing with the guilt he feels since he’s come to the conclusion Ego’s done something awful to the other kids he’s brought him. Here’s a scene from before Yondu and Meredith go to the Collector for a potential fix as their last idea. They’re waiting in a bar for the Collector to send for them, and Meredith ends up making Yondu come clean as to what he thinks is really going on (he initially lied to get her and Peter to come with him by pretending Ego sent him).

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“If this doesn’t work though…you’ll still take Peter to his father, right?” Meredith asked.

Yondu went still.

“Yondu?” she asked. “You’ll promise me, won’t you? That you’ll take him home?”

“…Can’t promise you that, Meredith,” he said quietly.

“What?” she asked.

“I can’t,” he said stiffly. “Can’t promise you…because I won’t do it.”

“Why the hell not?” she demanded, leaping to her feet. Her world spun instantly and Yondu grabbed her before she hit the floor. “I thought you wanted to help us!”

“I am helping you!” Yondu said. “And I won’t be helping him if I take him there!”

“Why?” she yelled.

“Cause none of the others ever came back!” he snapped.

“…Others?” she asked as Yondu slowly sat her back down on the stool. “What others?”

“His other kids,” Yondu said. “I…I took Ego his other kids. No one ever saw them again.”

“He….had other kids…” Meredith said. She felt very cold all of the sudden as things started make some sort of terrible sense. Why Yondu was so cagey about why “Ego sent him” to pick her up and try to find her help. Why the Ravagers crew clearly hadn’t had a clue of where to start looking for how to deal with a tumor. The oddness of the tumor being so hard to operate on even for more advanced species…

“Yeah. I didn’t tell you cause you wouldn’t have let me help,” Yondu said. “But…you’re not special, Meredith. He’s done this before. It’s not that he couldn’t bear to watch you die. It’s that he told me to wait until you did die to get your boy and bring him to Ego.”

Meredith took a deep breath as she tried to understand what the hell she was being told. She’d known something was up with Yondu’s original story for a while now, but for it to be that…

“That’s what all the whispering was, then?” she asked. “All those times you stopped talking when Peter or I came over?”

“Some of the crew figured you weren’t really cargo. ‘S why I made you quartermaster. Shut up the whiners if you were puling your weight,” he said.

“And what happened if I was cured and demanded to go see Ego?” she asked.

“…Honestly I was going to let Horuz handle it. He likes being an ass so he could have broke it hard and not minded the fallout,” Yondu said. “I’ll admit, was not looking forward to Peter crying. Makes a chest twist up when he starts whimpering like that…”

“You think the tumor’s weird.”

She wasn’t entirely sure why she said it, why she remembered him saying that.

Yondu nodded slowly, “Yeah. We’ve been told that. Remember, you thought it was just, uh, intimate exposure to…”

“No. No you think…you think more,” she said. “You don’t think it was an accident, do you?”

Yondu cringed a bit under her gaze. She was right. He’d put a lot more thought into this than just a favor to a dying woman. He’d thought of the why as more than some accident. He just hadn’t said anything.

“…You think he did it on purpose,” Meredith said slowly.

“I don’t know what-”

“I didn’t say you knew, I said it’s what you think,” Meredith corrected, cutting Yondu off. “That’s what you think happened.”

Yondu sighed, “I know he knew about it. And I know he told me to get ready to pick Peter up when you died, which he had a pretty good timescale for, despite never seeing the boy alive meaning he’d bene gone for over six years. And I know every kid I ever brought him was never seen again and he didn’t seem to give a damn about any of their other parents.”

Meredith let that digest. It made terrible sense. Ma had been right all along. Just a fling for a guy using her who left her with a kid.

Oh god what was that thing he’d planted on earth? She’d have to send a call home over it, tell them to get…oh who did you even call to deal with that shit?

“How many did you bring him?” Meredith asked, trying to focus on the issue at hand, on verifying what Yond was saying now when he’d lied at the start.  

“’Bout a dozen,” Yondu said, staring at the bar top. “Wasn’t counting really; I was greedy and I admit it. They were his kids, he said pickup for pay so I picked up. Don’t know if he had anyone else doing it. Probably did. If I got suspicious enough to stop others probably did too and I was just the next he asked. Guy’s been around a long time.”

“And you never heard from them again?”

“Not even the ones I suggested should call if they needed anything,” Yondu said. “Last one…last one I was going to turn down. She was young. Younger than Quill.”

Meredith bristled at that. “Chronologically or developmentally?”

“Both,” Yondu said. “But the crew needed money and Ego could make gems so I caved. Not proud of it. Gave the kid a com, told her to call me if she got scared, or in a year if it went well. An anniversary call. Said I’d give a present if she did.”

“She never called.”

“Nope. Would have been three days before he called me about you,” Yondu said. “I don’t know what he’s doing to his kids, Meredith, but it ain’t good. I have my way? I never take that boy of yours near Ego.”

“So you know he’s collecting his children who are never heard from again…and you think he was going to kill me…why?” Meredith asked. “Why not just have you take Peter?”

“Maybe he figured, boy has your genes, he’ll make his way back to you before I get him to Ego,” Yondu said. “But he won’t do that if you’re not there.”

“Jackass,” Meredith muttered. “…Him, not you.”

“Nah, I’m a jackass. Took all those others to him, didn’t I?” Yondu asked.

“Wish you hadn’t?” Meredith asked.

Yondu “mm’d” in a manner she took to mean agreement.

“That’s why you helped, isn’t it?” she asked. “You felt guilty.”

“S’ not really guilt in your case,” Yondu said. “Didn’t have a thing to do with you or your boy.”

“But you had ‘a thing to do with’ around a dozen of Peter’s…siblings,” Meredith said. “With Ego’s other children. You wanted to keep Peter safe, didn’t you?”

Yondu huffed, “Maybe I just wanted to piss the jackass off by keeping Peter from him.”

“You didn’t need me alive for that,” Meredith said.

“…Was lousy. What he was trying to pull with you,” Yondu said. “Was crap.”

“Think he did that to any of the other…parents?” Meredith asked.

“Don’t know. He didn’t give me timescales for them,” Yondu said. “Just said to pick up one of his kids. Just did it. Never asked. I was a fool who never asked.”

“Yeah, well,” Meredith sighed. “I was a fool who fell for a spaceman. So we’re both fools.”

—-

That’s part of what’s written so far! Hope everyone likes it!

Feral - part 1

Pairing: future alpha!Sam x omega!Reader

Word Count: 4,766

Warnings: angst, fluff, canon divergence, age difference (reader is 20, Sam is 31), canon violence (blood, physical injury)

Summary: set during and after 9x12 “Sharp Teeth” - When Sam gets bitten by a werewolf, it falls to you to keep him safe and under control.

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Sam was facing a difficult decision. Not that he wasn’t always facing difficult decisions, but this one was probably the hardest he’d ever had to make.

Garth was a werewolf. One of his best friends and a fellow hunter had been turned. He should have wanted to put the scrawny man down right there, and then put bullets in the rest of the pack, but he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Because you were in the pack too, and if Sam killed everyone else, he would have no choice but to put you down too.

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 13)

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13.

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Kiss Already - Archie Andrews

Request: From the prompt list can I request 10. and 48 with Archie Andrews? 💕💕 


AAA this is my first Archie Andrews >.< I thought I’d give it a go! :) I went for less dramatic/descriptive and I really like it so yaaay 

Words: 2,113 

10: “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

48: “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”


“Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him,” Veronica and Betty chanted in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes. You were currently sitting in the student lounge, your two best friends at your side, trying to pass the time. The conversation had started casually, talking about online shopping and food. Somehow though, after just a few minutes, the conversation had drifted towards your unavoidable crush on Archie Andrews.

You and Archie had been best friends since you pushed him over in the sandpit when you were 4. You couldn’t exactly remember why you did it, or why he wanted to be your friend afterwards but you were glad that everything had turned out the way it had. The two of you were inseparable, constantly going to one another for support, advice or general banter.

You weren’t entirely sure when your feelings had truly developed into something more than platonic interest, but it was killing you inside currently to spend casual time with him, when you really just wanted to cuddle with him in your arms, to be his girl. You’d even put yourself through supporting Betty when she tried to confess her own feelings, but Archie had turned her down and it had temporarily destroyed her. You didn’t want the same thing to happen to you, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you treasured more than Pop’s burgers. 

Betty had found out though. You thought she would be mad at you, think you were going behind her back, but she had just squealed and instantly named herself ‘your personal Cupid’, along with Veronica, much to your dismay. Now everywhere you looked was just a reminder that you weren’t with the boy you loved. 

Veronica and Betty had noticed you staring at him in the student lounge, whilst he talked to Jughead. They were now poking you and teasingly chanting words of encouragement in your ear, pretending they were creations of your mind, your conscience telling you to make a move. They even started singing “Kiss The Girl” from The Little Mermaid, but replacing the word ‘girl’ with ‘ginger’.

“Can you not?!” You groaned loudly , burying your face in your hands. When you looked back up, Jughead and Archie were staring at you and your face instantly flushed bright red with embarrassment. 


As a way to ‘apologise’ Betty had offered for you to come round to her house for a sleepover and binge junk food with her whilst watching chick flicks. You needed to take your mind off of Archie before you went mad.

You were currently sitting in her lounge, waiting for her to return with a selection of DVD’s for the evening, for such a simple task she was taking an awfully long time. Suddenly she rushed into the room, her eyes lit with that mischief that always sent you into a state of nervous paranoia. That look meant she was planning something devious. 

She walked up to you slowly, her hand on her heart in mock sadness, as she gave an exaggerated sniffle. You groaned as you got off of the sofa and turned yourself to face her.

“What happened?” You rolled your eyes at her and she let out another obvious pretend sigh.

“Polly needs me,” Betty picked up her handbag from the coffee table, “So you can’t stay, I’m so so so sorry!”

At this moment, Veronica Lodge casually strolled through the door.

“Ready to go Bets?” She smirked, waving her car keys around before waving at you. You cocked your eyebrow, staring back and forth between your two best friends.

“Sure Ronnie, be there in a sec,” Betty smiled at her girlfriend before turning back around to you. “It’s a sister emergency so I have to go RIGHT NOW, but don’t worry! I found a last minute replacement so it’s all good,” She grinned. Suddenly you heard another pair of footsteps enter the house.

“The door was open,” Archie’s voice came round the corner of Betty’s hallway as he walked into the room, where you were trying not to cringe and the others were trying not to squeal.

“Byeeeee (Y/N)!” Betty chirped in a sing-song voice before grabbing Veronica’s arm and racing out the house. 


The door slammed shut and you and Archie stayed there for a minute in awkward silence before he decided to speak up.

“Betty told me you needed cheering up for some reason, but she was busy. She thought that considering I live next door and we’re best friends, I could take her place,” He explained, and you just nodded in response. You walked next door to Archie’s house and settled down in his room. You sat on the end of his bed and he sat on a chair in the other corner. You weren’t used to being so awkward around him, but you just couldn’t find the words to say. You were smitten and it made you tongue-tied. 

“Hey, you know I said that we’re best friends?” Archie got off of the chair and sat down on the bed, scooting close to you and taking your hand. You nodded, tensing up at the physical contact.

“We’re still like that right? Recently you’ve been so distant and I just thought, maybe you didn’t want to be around me anymore. Especially with the whole recent events with Miss Grundy and my music… I’ve just been so scared of how people see me and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” He let it all out and you felt your face blush crimson. Somewhere in your brain was telling you that he had just friend zoned you, but you were also analysing his words for secret messages. Maybe he cared so much about what you thought because he liked you back? Maybe he missed you? Maybe and most likely you were making a mountain out of a mole hill…

You noticed he was waiting for your response and you cleared your throat before smiling up at your best friend. “Of course we are Archie, I totally support you and your music, you’ve just been under stress recently and I understand that. Love you okay” You were kicking yourself for this new found confidence. ‘Love you okay?’ What was that?! You rested your head on his shoulder, trying not to cringe as he tensed up. You let out a breath though, as he relaxed and wrapped his arms around you. 

Originally, you planned to stay the night. You didn’t have any PJ’s though, so Archie decided to be a gentleman and offered you some of his own clothes. You wore a pair of shorts and a plain grey sweater that was large and baggy on you, causing Archie to chuckle. He stepped back and looked at you in awe. You caught him staring and suddenly felt self-conscious.

“W-what?” You stammered, trying to angle your body so you were facing away from him, he just shook his head and smiled.

“You just… uh, you look really cute in my clothes,” He stared down at the ground smiling and your eyes widened, heart fluttering inside.

Eventually, your plan had a last minute change. Fred Andrews came home from work early for the day, and told you with a guilty face that you couldn’t stay round tonight, as he had to have a long talk with Archie. You respected them enough not to ask what it was about, although you were a bit curious. Archie had given you an apologetic hug and had promised to make proper plans with you in the near future.

In a rush to give them their space, you left quickly, gathering your stuff together and heading home before you Skyped your Cupid’s.

They were pleased to hear you’d made progress, but disappointed in that there was no kiss or exchange of romantic words… yet.


“(Y/N) (L/N) you have 10 seconds to get up before I kick you out the door,” Your mum scolded loudly. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, squinting at the morning sunlight that streamed through your blinds. 

“What Mum?” You groaned, throwing a pillow at her. She threw it right back at you.

“Fifteen minutes until school starts and you’re not even out of bed! Hurry up!” She opened your blinds fully, so that the sunlight shone directly at you, waking you up properly. The words your mum said slowly registered in your mind before you began to panic and fell out of bed. Your mum rolled her eyes, leaving you to get ready.

You still needed to do your hair, teeth, makeup and grab something to eat on the way to school for breakfast. You didn’t have the effort in you to care about what you were wearing, so you slid on a pair of jeans and khaki converse. You sniffed your armpit, realising that whatever you had on your top half smelt pretty good so probably didn’t need to be changed. It smelt like safety and comfort… if that was possible… something so familiar. Oh well.

You rushed out the door, yelling a ‘thanks’ and ‘goodbye’ to your mum as she chuckled at you. 


You’d made it to school with 2 minutes to spare. You leaned against your locker, trying to catch your breath as you wheezed. You hadn’t ran or even exercised properly in a long time and the rush was finally taking its toll on you. Despite the fact that your best friend and long term crush was a great athlete, with the body to show it, you just weren’t exactly in shape.

Turns out the rush was pretty much a waste anyway, as you had a free period first and the whole hallway was disrupted by the sound of you kicking your locker door in frustration, before facepalming and running off to the student lounge. 

“Operation Smoochie is a go,” Veronica looked dead serious as she explained yet another plan on how to get Archie to kiss you. You just stared at her bewildered.

“Smoochie?” Jughead raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Well it can either be taken as an extended word for smooch, or combining both the word ‘smooch’ and ‘Archie’,” She tapped her temple, everyone else gave her doubtful looks. Betty supportively rubbed Veronica’s back but shook her head at her, as if to make it clear that nobody thought ‘Operation Smoochie’ was appropriate. The plan itself didn’t even seem like it could work.

“Well do you guys have any suggestions? A plan? A name? I’m all ears. This has been driving me up the wall ever since I got to this damn town (Y/N), YOU need to sort this out,” Veronica flopped back into the sofa, defeated.

“Sort what out?” Archie came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and causing you to jump and squeal. He laughed as he took a seat on the armrest next to you. 

“Her… girls night sleepover plan… it’s been in the making for a long time and she’s yet to get properly organised,” Betty saved you, and you sighed in relief, smiling at her thankfully as she winked at you. You all turned back to Archie, who as staring at you intensely, irresponsive. You blushed under his gaze and waved your hand in front of his face, as if to snap him out of his trance.

“Andrews, is there a special reason as to why you’re staring at me,” You laughed it off, as all your friends sat back and observed the exchange.

Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” Archie retorted, gesturing towards the grey sweater. You felt your jaw drop as you realised this was the sweater Archie had given you to wear last night. That’s why it had smelt so familiar and sweet. Both of you were blushing and Betty and Veronica were grasping at each other’s arms, trying to contain themselves from running around excitedly like 3 year olds.

“I didn’t even realise,” You timidly smiled up at Archie and he smiled back at you… almost lovingly? He shook his head and slung his rucksack over his shoulder. 

“I have to go to last minute football practice, come watch?” He extended his hand hopefully to you and you took it, standing up from the sofa and linking your arm through his. You left the student lounge, talking amongst yourselves and laughing in your own little world.

Veronica sighed dreamily. “Why don’t they just kiss each other already?” She whined and the rest of your group nodded in agreement. It was inevitable, you two would have to kiss at some point, especially if Veronica had anything to say about it.


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Daily Notes

Summary: The one time Bucky decides to go get coffee, he finds you, a feisty barista, along the way. Strangely enough, you’re the exact reason he continues to keep coming back.

Word Count: 1,324.

A/N: After many visits to my local Starbucks, I’ve gathered up some inspiration for this fic and I really loved how it came out! Big thanks to my friends @heaventide & @galaxayy for helping me come up with these sweet notes included. Hope you guys enjoy, and as always feedback would be greatly appreciated. 

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

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forest elves and minotaurs

a little something i wrote for @incaseyouart​‘s phan elf au ,, enjoy !!

summary: ((it’s literally just the verbal form of this post here)

words: 1.4k

t/w: none

((it starts a little slow but bare with aha)

Patrolling, as uneventful and inconceivably dull as it was, was probably the most exciting part of Dan’s week.

Which he supposed made his week pretty uneventful and inconceivably dull in itself

Patrolling alone was not particularly interesting at all. Dan had heard enough faeries tell him that their silvery glowing liquid was actually ‘a luminescent forest protection balm’ (instead of what Dan suspected it to be) to last him a few decent lifetimes. And it was just so boring, strolling around one godforsaken area of the forest for hours at a time. That wasn’t what made it interesting, though.

It was more the atmosphere of it all. 

The Darker Forest was the type of place to send shivers cascading down your spine. The breeze crawling through the fog and reaching out at the most unsuspected of moments. Grabbing onto your shoulders, cloaks, your hands, trying to tug you further into it’s depths. 

Dan lived for it. Understandable- it was to be expected of a Dark Elf.
Live in the darkness, and guard the Villages. The boring principles they were all forced to live by. Dan had strayed as far as he possible could from the stereotypes that basically governed them, opting to become a performer and the main storyteller of his village, instead of a guard or night-raiser. Yet, this month, he’d been forced into patrolling instead of performing.

The Council liked to do this sometimes, they didn’t see his storytelling as ‘contributing to their established world’, basically meaning it wasn’t a real job and he needed to pull his weight around the Village. Which he didn’t agree with in the slightest. People went batshit crazy without his stories to brighten up their days, but he guessed he needed somewhere to get his stories from- and if not the Sprite’s villages, the Darker Forest was the prefect place to find them.

Still, this job had nothing on the thrill of entertaining. The Darker Forest creeped him out, plus he was sure all the forest elves, and the river sprites and everyone else hated him for the patrolling and having to interact with everyone he came across. That was okay though, he hated it too. 

Dan stopped moving suddenly. He let out a stale breath, feeling the tree roots behind him slithering under his boots, coiling themselves around his ankles and winding up to his knees.

Crap.

He needed to move faster. The tree roots around these parts tended to do that if you stood in one spot for too long, Dan figured it had something to do with the faeries ‘luminescent forest protection balm’, doing it’s luminescent forest protecting.

He grabbed at his shoes, tugging the roots from where they had attached themselves to the buckles and trampling on them, breaking into a little jog. He could hear a humming from somewhere nearby, a soft little jingle that made the ominous darkness of the forest seem a little brighter. 

Then it all dimmed again, Dan realising that humming meant people and people meant interaction. Probably a Pixie- it was in their nature to sing and hum and be generally obnoxious. 

Dan moved through the trees as quietly as he could, Pixies tended to overreact and scream when they were surprised- a sequence that often led him into a lot of trouble.

As he drew closer to the sound, he realised it was not a Pixie. It was far too deep in comparison to their strange tinkle and, in Dan’s opinion, far too nice. Something nearby was casting a strange glow now, a greenish light emitting from in front of him, lighting a clear path towards the humming sound. The wind was strengthening and Dan shivered, hiding further into his thick black cloak. The trees blew wildly, leaves raining down from them like raindrops. The sky had begun to darken and the entire forest had that sort of scent like it was about to rain. Dan hated the rain. Too cold and miserable.

He peered through the trees, curious as to see the source of the light.
It definitely was not a Pixie. A boy- a forest elf, sat crouched over a tree. He was sort of strange-looking, dressed all in green, his feet wrapped in leaves and a shawl covered his shoulders, buttoned up with little leaf clasps. 

And he was glowing.

The glow, the greenish one that tinted all the trees and lit up the entire Darker Forest, was coming from this boy, emitting from his hands and face and through the leaves on his feet.

It made Dan stop and stare.

He didn’t quite understand what the boy was doing, he looked to be scavenging around for something at the base of a tree. His hands dug around in the dirt and his cloak shimmered as he moved his head.

Dan groaned. It pained him to have to interact with people, but the protocol basically forced him to ask questions to everyone he came across. This was why he hated patrol. 

“Who are you?” He demanded, marching over to the boy. The elf’s head whipped around quicker than a sprite running from trouble- a little too fast. Dan leapt back as the boy let out a squeal, tumbling to the ground. Falling backwards and jerking his head up to avoid landing on it, in a way that Dan could only describe as about as elegant as a giant sitting down too fast (which wasn’t a pretty sight, and Dan could tell you that from experience).

“Ah, sorry, you startled me!” The boy smiled widely, and Dan was almost intimidated by the sheer glow of cheerfulness in his grin, “My name is Phil!”

“Oh, uh sorry about that,” Dan mumbled, smiling back despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “Here,” He offered a hand out to the boy to pull him up, and he took it gratefully. 

“Thank you,” Phil said.

“No problem. What are you doing in this forest anyways?” Dan chuckled, “It can be dangerous… for someone who literally glows.” He added, mumbling the last part under his breath.

“Well, I was trying to find a plant, but then this squirrel chased me! It was so determined? Maybe it knows there are bigger plans for me in this forest,” Phil rambled, Dan trying his best not to laugh.

“A squirrel? Are you actually kidding me?” Dan giggled, pulling his mask down a little, “But aren’t you like… a forest elf? And you’re scared of a little squirrel?”

Phil beamed, “I know- I’m just a bit weird,” He shrugged. This guy was a complete goofball and Dan couldn’t lie, he was a little worried he was going to get himself killed in the Darker Forest.

“Anyway the plant you were looking for… what was it called?” He tried to spark up a conversation, intrigued at the strange elf.

“Oh! It’s called Sanitas Medela. They grow at the bases of trees like this one,” Phil smiled, gesturing to the tall tree they stood under.


“Did you try looking all around?” Dan questioned.

“Ah, no.”

“I’ll be happy to help!” He offered. It beat patrolling any day.

Phil nodded gratefully, “That’d be amazing.”

Dan pulled his mask back up, following Phil as they began to hunt through the trees, Phil stopping to admire a particular leaf every few seconds.

“Look at this one!” He exclaimed, “The patterning is exquisite!” Dan giggled at Phil’s use of ‘exquisite’ to describe a leaf, and he glanced at the tree.


“It’s, uh, nice.” It was really just a leaf. A very average leaf.

“I know! Beautiful.” Phil smiled, plucking it from the tree and shoving it into his bag. “I think we’re nearby a grove of the tree the Sanitas Medela grows under- we should be able to find one there.”

“Perfect!” Dan smiled.

Phil had begun to talk again as they walked, but stopped mid-sentence, “But I don’t think it’s necessary- that’s one there!” Phil yelled excitedly, rushing to grab the small plant. It was a little underwhelming, Dan had to be honest. Basically just a green stick with some red dots at the end. Nothing special.

“That’s so lucky- these are rare,” Phil seemed so content that Dan couldn’t help but beam, “Thanks for your help…uh…”


“Oh, it’s Howell- but you can call me Dan I guess!” He said, pulling the hood of his cloak down and the mask along with it.

“Nice to meet you, Dan!”


“So, uh, what’s the plant for anyways?”

“It’s one of the best for healing the body,” Phil smiled down at it.

“Are you sick?” Dan questioned, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.

“Not me, but my-“ Phil stopped. His ears perked up at a noise from far away. A low growl, followed by the a cracking sound. Branches snapping. “Uh- what’s that,” He whispered nervously, fear forming in his eyes as he stared, scared, at Dan.

They both turned around. The beast stood, snuffling in the shadows, hidden partly by the trees. It’s great bull-like face showed no emotion but anger, and it’s eyes glowed a sinister red.

“Minotaur.” Dan said shortly, his fingers reaching down to grasp his dagger.

Familial Ties

Request: “So, it’s not a request you don’t have to write it. It’s just an idea I had. I’m gonna write it in 2 messages because it wont fit in one. Imagine you have a 5 year old daughter with Kylo but the Resistance doesnt know it and one day they kidnap you with your daughter, thinking you may have information of the First Order. And then, Leia is there and tries to make your daughter feel comfortable, because you know she’s just a baby in the middle of a war, so she approaches her and… she asks her “what’s your name?” and your daughter says “Padme” and Leia thinks it’s strange, and Padme says “It was my daddy’s grandma name” so Leia is like whaaaat? Who’s your dad? So you come close and with a smirk in your face say to Padme “Honey, tell the lady who your daddy is” and Padme says “My daddy is Kylo Ren! Dah!” Imagine Leia’s face, pure SHOCK.”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1611

Warnings: none

A/n: BISH IF U THOUGHT I WASN’T GOING TO WRITE THIS!!!! I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH


The moment her small hand gripped your finger was the moment you broke your promise to Kylo. You had told him that no matter what, you would always love him more than anything else in the Galaxy. But as you stared into your daughter’s eyes for the first time, you knew she had to come first. You looked up at Kylo, an air of understanding sweeping his features, silently taking the same vow to always put your little girl first.

“What’s her name?” He asked quietly, his massive hands taking her from your arms, and cradling her with a weary, yet intensely heartfelt smile.

You pondered for a minute. You had spoken about names before, but had never settled on anything. But as soon as you saw her for the first time, when you peered into the depths of her new soul, you knew her name.

“Padmé.” You smiled, and this caused Kylo to let out a short chuckle, tears welling in his eyes.

“I promise you,” he whispered, decreeing himself to his tiny daughter. “I will protect you, no matter what, Padmé.” He then turned to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, my beautiful.”

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Cherry Flavor

(Or read on ao3.)

“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.

“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.

“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”

Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.

Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”

“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”

“I…um, sure,” he said. Connor got up.

“Do you want a slushee? I’ll buy you one.”

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Monster (Carl x Reader)

“Imagine being Negan’s daughter. Simon lets you go scavenging around in the area outside the Sanctuary, but you end up lost. Everything will change when you run into the son of your fathers enemy.”

A/N: Just something random I did up to take a break in between requests.

Warnings: Swearing and Spoilers from season 7.


You weren’t sure what exactly you were planning. The sun had already started to set and you knew that your dad wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that you had left the Sanctuary. Simon had told you ‘just a few hours’ and that was the original plan but you got lost pretty quick. You hoped that your dad wouldn’t be too hard on Simon, he had trouble saying no to you and you enjoyed his company when your dad was out terrorizing the other settlements or with one of his many ’wives’. You continued to move through the thick brush as you tried to find something that looked familiar.

You heard the branch snap from behind you and you reacted quicker then you thought you could. You had tackled the assailant behind you, about to drive your knife into his skull before you noticed the color of his skin. The boy took your shock to his advantage and threw you off of him. You moved to get back to your feet but you heard the safety click off of his gun.

“Don’t move, put your hands up…”

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Locked In

Part three of the Good Little Angel series

Part one: Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Word count: 1,085

Warning: no smut in this one (sorry)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part three.

Lucifer leaves you stuck in your room as you try to figure out what on earth is going on

A/N: No smut in this part, this is more development of the plot because due to popular demand I’m turning this into a series! If anyone wants tagged please just let me know.

Originally posted by brieflymaximumprincess

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King of Hearts

Request: could you do a fic about jefferson and hamilton both trying to impress the reader? c:

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: it’s a Criminal Minds AU so murder and rape are mentioned several times but none of it is graphic, also angst- hellaaaa angst

Kink Tag: none

AU: Modern/Criminal Minds AU

Word Count: 6041 (yes, really)

Song: “Not Afraid Anymore” - Halsey

A/N: Welcome to the first day of the @hamwriters Write-A-Thon in celebration of us gaining 1K followers there! This au ripped my soul to pieces becuase I love Criminal Minds and this had to have an angst ending. Sorry in advance but hope you enjoy and see you tomorrow for femslash day.

unsub = unknown subject (aka the bad guy)


John rapped on your office door twice and held up a file once you looked up. “We got a case. NYC. It’s pretty bad.”

You stood and grabbed your tablet, looking through the files as you walked with him to the conference room. “Ten bodies? Why are we just now being called in?”

“Lead detective on the case was stubborn.” You snorted and he smiled at you. “But the details got leaked to the media and his captain made the call.”

“The media’s already running the story,” you asked as you sat down at the round table, nodding at each member of your team.

“Yeah,” said Maria as she leaned back in her chair. “They’re calling him the ‘King of Hearts.’ Saying he’s the worst thing that’s happened to the city since the Son of Sam.”

Angelica looked up from the files. “Are we sure it’s one unsub?”

George Washington, your team leader, sat down and smoothed his tie as he did so. “You think it’s more than one?”

“Like partners,” asked John.

Angelica shook her head. “No, I don’t think they’re partners. There are two different MO’s. The only thing they have in common is that they both take things from the victims.”

“Does he leave the things he takes with the next victim like the Reaper,” asked Hercules.

“No,” said Maria, looking over the files. “I’m betting they’re both keeping the items as trophies.”

“Or giving them to a significant other as gifts,” you interjected.

“All good ideas. We’ll talk more on the jet. Wheels up in 30,” Gwash commanded.

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The Things She Carried

Part 7. In His Dreams

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 1700+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @maui137 @thisisthelilith @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @mangasia @sharkeeshark @electricbluecas @squirrellover1967 @kazchester-fanfiction @gabavaldman @riversong-sam @lavieenlex @mogaruke @zanthiasplace @holywaterbucketchallenge @soullessbabee @loricwizardbluetoastedcake @barneybrigade @extreme-supernatural-lover @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @iliketowrite02 @stormisamystery @itschelseabennett @samdean-67 @feelmyroarrrr @mrsbatesmotel53 @ronniesanter @spnfamilystuff @msimpala67 @redeyedvixen

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Hermione didn’t like girls. She was straight. And in love with Ron. The red hair she saw in her dreams was most certainly his and not Ginny’s. The sick feeling she got in her stomach when she saw Ginny and Dean together was just everyday concern for her friend’s happiness.

All of this would have been perfectly fine…

…if a single part of it was true. But it wasn’t. And Hermione couldn’t stand lying to herself the way she did everyone else. So she accepted it as best she could and tried to move on. She was doing a wonderful job of it too–that is, until the Christmas Party invites went out. Between inciting dangerous thoughts about her closest female friend and forcing her to spend time with McLaggen, Slughorn’s social events would be the death of her.

Now, Hermione couldn’t stop fantasizing about the soft curve of Ginny’s waist in her hands as they danced–the way those glossy lips would curve into a mischievous smile just before darting in for a kiss. These fantasies also wouldn’t be a big deal. Except that Ron had just won them the Quidditch match ( with the help of Harry’s Felix Felicis, Hermione thought irritably) and she couldn’t care less, which did nothing to keep her cover.

Ron was currently snogging Lavender, so Hermione went out in search of Harry, hoping he would be a bit more conversational. She spotted him just as he ducked out of the portrait, following without a second thought.

The corridor was chilly at night, but there was a faint buzz of sound resonating from the Gryffindor common room. A few portraits were complaining about the noise, and a handful were missing their contents entirely. Hermione wondered if there was a special frame to serve as a refuge for dislodged portrait characters. There was nothing about one in Hogwarts, A History , but she’d learned over the years that the book was more of an overview. It would take a few thousand more pages to cover all the castle’s secrets.

Hermione shadowed Harry’s footsteps, rounding the corner just as they stopped. The spectacled Gryffindor sat on the steps, glassy-eyed and staring daggers at the wall. Hermione wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a tight embrace when she joined him.

“Harry, what’s wrong?”

“The Christmas Party is stupid.”

“That’s all you’re upset about?” Hermione let out a sigh of relief. “Harry, we’ve already talked about this. If you’d just ask whoever it is to go with you, I’m sure they’d happily oblige.”

“Hermione,” Harry sighed, “I know you’re trying to help, and I’m grateful, really, but it’s not working. So if you could just leave me alone for a while, that’d be great.”

Hermione didn’t take the hint. She just leaned her head on his shoulder and revelled in the idyllic moment. Only a few cheers here and there could be heard from the party down the hall, and pale moonlight streamed through the gothic windows.

“Whoever it is must be really special,” she said finally. It had to be Ginny, but part of her couldn’t admit out loud that she was in love with her best friend’s crush.

Harry swallowed, collecting his words. “They are.”

Hermione studied the stones of the wall for a long time before speaking. “Since neither of us can go with the people we want to go with, what if we went together? As friends?”

Harry looked at her in surprise. “That’s a great idea, Hermione. But Ron would totally go with you if you asked.”

Hermione looked at the ground, the truth threatening to burst out of her. Instead, she said, “Sure he would. As soon as he’s done snogging Lavender, I’m certain he’ll come after me.” A snort escaped her. “Honestly, she’s ghastly.”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “Tell me about it.”

Hermione didn’t understand his reaction, but her own emotions drew her attention away from the puzzle. Her heart raced in her chest as she added, “Anyways, I don’t want to go with Ron.” If asked, she knew she’d share her secret now. Her walls had already been broken down. There was no hiding anymore.

Harry glanced up in confusion. “But fourth year at the Yule Ball–”

“Harry, that was ages ago,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “I was naive and hadn’t accepted myself yet. You were into Cho, so Ron was just the only boy who was accessible.”

Harry fidgeted with his wand. “I wasn’t into Cho. I think–I think it’s a lot like you with Ron.”

“You kissed her,” Hermione reminded him.

Harry grinned. “I didn’t come back with the most resounding commentary, did I?”

Hermione laughed. “No, I suppose not.” Then, gathering her courage, she asked, “Is it all girls then? Or just Cho you didn’t like?”

Harry seemed surprised at the question. He opened his mouth as if to answer, but his response was a new question instead. “Hermione, who is it you want to take to the Christmas Party?”

Bile rose in her throat. “You first,” she whispered.

Harry took her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. “Both of us. On three.”

Hermione nodded, and trepidation built in her stomach.

“One.”

She wondered if it would kill her to say the name out loud.

“Two.”

It probably would. Maybe it would be better that way.

“Three.”

“Ginny,” Hermione whispered at the same time Harry said, “Ron.”

They stared at each other, wide-eyed. Even the airborne dust particles seemed suspended in that moonlight for a few breathless seconds. And then the two Gryffindors burst into laughter.

“Sorry I didn’t see it earlier,” Hermione said after a while.

Harry snorted. “Not like I predicted your response either. I’ve spent months feeling guilty for liking Ron when I thought you did too.”

“I’ve felt the same about liking Ginny. Are you going to ask him?”

Harry considered. “I–I think so. I was terrified of losing both of you before, but keeping my feelings to myself now is just cowardice.”

“I think I’ll tell Ginny how I feel. She’s going to the Christmas Party with Dean, but maybe after all this nonsense is over.”

Harry nodded. “If Ron kills me when I ask him, you’re in charge of my funeral.”

Hermione grinned. “We are gathered here today to commemorate Harry Potter, a terrible dresser with hair like a disgruntled hedgehog. He had many flaws, but his true downfall was falling in love with the wrong Weasley.”

Harry cracked a grin. “See, this is why I put you in charge. I don’t want any of that sentimental rubbish. Tell it like it is.” He paused. “Is my hair really that bad?”

“Worse,” she laughed, knocking him to the side.

He pushed her right back before placing his arm around her shoulder. “I’m glad we’re in love with the wrong Weasley together.”

Hermione smiled, resting her head on his shoulder again. “Me too.”

They stayed like that, arms wrapped around each other, until the sounds of the party died down.

x*x*X*x*x

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Ankle Biter | 05

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets.

words: 4.8k

playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

warning: a lot of implied drug usage/mentions of drug usage


“Good morning, buddy.”

You looked up from your phone to see Taehyung leaning over the little body that was lying still in the hospital bed. The two of you had been here all night, taking turns sleeping on one another’s shoulders or laps while waiting for Taeji to wake up. It was 7:15 AM, and Taehyung’s phone rang so incessantly that you decided to get up for the day and let Beatrice know you won’t be coming in.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung had whispered, kissing your cheek before hustling out of the room. But now, he was back and had promptly hung up as soon as he heard you calling for him. Taeji had woken up, his weary eyes puffy but not dim. The spark that always took refuge within Taeji was still there and for that, you’re thankful.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung asked softly as his hand brushed the hair away from Taeji’s forehead, only for it to bounce back to place.

“I’m good, daddy. When can we go?” Taeji asked, struggling to sit up. Taehyung stepped backwards and helped prop him up against the pillows before pulling the blanket towards the little boy.

“Soon, buddy. We just gotta find your doctor to discharge you.”

Taehyung stands and you silently nod as he walks out of the room to find the doctor, and you’re left alone with Taeji. “That was a little scary yesterday, huh?”

Taeji nods. “But I still want another muffin.”

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Covers

Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: none, really. Some fluff, some dark Steve

Words: 2.4k

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by luvinchris

Steve flipped the picture in his hands over and over, looking at the picture itself, then the date on the back of it. September 29th, 2016. The date seemed so long ago. He stared at the picture a little longer. He committed every small detail of it to memory; the way her hair flowed with the wind, her radiant smile, her eyes. Oh god, her eyes, he thought. He bit his lip, carefully folding the picture back into his wallet. How was he supposed to live on like this? Without her?


“Dad, I don’t know if this is a good idea. At least not yet.” You pleaded with your father. Nick Fury sat at the table across from you, elbows up on the table.

“You are the only option right now, Y/N. Everyone on the team is down and we need you.” Nick said affirmatively. You knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice meant you weren’t getting out of this. “All you have to do is make sure that James Buchanan Barnes is stable and true to the Avengers Initiative. We don’t need any more HYDRA in this world and he has some pretty strong ties to them.” You looked at your dad, Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“It’ll take two weeks tops. Maybe one depending on what you see. I promise you won’t be in there for longer than you have to.” He put his hand over yours reassuringly and you took a deep breath. Fury slid over the steel briefcase and you opened it, surveying the photostatic veil in front of you. “Wearing this at all times is necessary. The Avengers already know you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. If they suspect that one of us is spying on one of them, the mission is compromised and there’s no telling what will happen. As we all know, Steve Rogers is a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to Bucky Barnes. We can’t risk him hurting you if he finds out what you’re up to.”

“Right, so who am I, again?” You asked. Your nerves were on fire with anxiety, whether it was good anxiety or bad anxiety, you weren’t sure. You squeezed your dad’s hand a little tighter.

“You’re Marie Laveau, Stark’s new assistant. He knows why you’re there, but he doesn’t know who you really are. He doesn’t trust Barnes either. He’ll show you everything and give you the inside briefing. You’re from San Antonio, moved here when you were nine years old to live with your aunt after your parents were killed in a deadly gambling ring. You won’t be there long, so you don’t need much more information, and if they ask, I trust you won’t blow your cover. Now come on, I’ll bring you to the tower. You can put your face on in the car.” Nick stood up, gesturing for you to follow. You and your dad stood up, too. You gave him a hug and grabbed the briefcase before following Fury.

“Tell May I bought more celery for her breakfast shakes!” You called. Your dad smiled and nodded as you sat down in the passenger seat of Nick’s car.

“You know, you didn’t have to cut and dye your hair.” He said, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot.

“Oh, I didn’t,” you pulled off your jet black wig, exposing your natural hair underneath it. “You’re not the only one who thought disguise.” You saw him crack a (rare) smile.

“So I guess spending the entirety of your life training you to be a spy didn’t go to waste, huh?”

“Well, I had some pretty good teachers.”


“You’re doing this at the right time,” Tony began. “Barnes is just starting to warm up to everyone, but he’s still slightly reserved. I feel like he’s keeping something from us, something from Steve. Oh, here’s Diana’s room. You’ll be staying here.” He gestured to the room you would be staying and you felt instantly relaxed by looking around.

“Thanks, Tony.” you said sincerely. You gave him a grateful smile and he nodded, putting your luggage on the queen-sized bed.

“No, thank you. I need to keep my team together. But I need to trust Barnes before I do that,” You nodded understandingly. “Dinner’s at five, so you have time to wash up or get situated or whatever you needed to do.” With that, he gave you a tight smile before leaving, shutting your door behind him. You pressed your hands against your mattress, welcoming the familiar softness of it, and you hung your head. It’s gonna be a long two weeks, you thought.


When you came down for dinner that night, you sat at the long bar table with a piece of pizza in front of you and a knife and fork in hand. “You’re the only person I know, besides Diana, that eats pizza like that.” Nat remarked. Steve’s head popped up to look at you and then your hands, still holding the silverware. He looked at you skeptically in a way that made your skin crawl.

“I don’t like getting pizza grease on my fingers.” You shrugged and crinkled your nose. Nat nodded and went back to eating her slice, but Steve’s eyes lingered on you for just a bit longer and you averted your gaze back to your pizza, busying yourself with cutting into it and taking a bite.

Bucky came over and plopped down next to Steve, grabbing himself a slice of buffalo chicken pizza and nearly shoving the entire thing in his mouth. Steve whispered something in Bucky’s ears and you saw Bucky glance at you in the corner of your eyes. You picked at your lip and felt your cheeks heat up, and you were thankful that the photo-static veil wouldn’t show it. Steve stood up, throwing his now-empty plate away before excusing himself. You watched as he stalked out of the room. Bucky came over and sat down by you.

“Don’t take it personal, you just remind him a lot about Diana. Everybody here’s still upset that she’s gone and they don’t like to talk about it, but I know a lot about her from her file and what Steve’s told me. Walk with me, I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” Bucky looked into your eyes and you could tell he was serious. You finished your piece and threw your plate away, instantly going to follow the brunet who was already halfway out the door.


“Diana was great. She was sweet, but wouldn’t hesitate to bring one of us to the floor if she didn’t like what someone was doing. She was incredibly intelligent, easily beating out Clint and Natasha in almost any subject. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but they called her an ‘Honorary Avenger’ because she went on a lot of missions with them. That’s how her and Steve got close and how they started dating. They were never public about their relationship though, they thought people would use them against each other, making them vulnerable. They loved each other too much that they’d pick each other’s lives to save over their own.”

“Sounds dangerous, to say the least. What happened to her?” You kicked at a rock as you and Bucky walked back to the tower, now with two cups of hot chocolate.

“She was presumed dead after an Extremis blew up in a bar. She was trying to save this kid, Harley, I think. He was real special to Tony, but Tony was down for the count when Harley ran into the bar, trying to save some file. Tony begged and yelled after Harley not to go in, but it was too late. The building burst into flames and Diana ran in, diving under beams and structures that had fallen over. She pushed Harley out, but one of the rafters fell on top of her, and they couldn’t get to her in time. They never found her, all the bodies were too charred to be recognizable. Not even dental records could help.”

“Steve hasn’t been the same since?”

“No, but can you blame him? Captain America losing the love of his life? He was almost mad when Pepper was the one to kill Aldrich Killian, the guy who created it. Steve wanted to do it himself.” You guys stopped walking when you reached the steps to the common room. “I guess I credit her with being why I joined the Avengers. The punk’s lost so much in life that he needs someone who understands. I just want him to be happy, that’s what we all want. So it makes more sense for me to be on his side instead of an enemy, doing the right thing for once instead of being some brainwashed psychopath killer.”

You threw your empty hot chocolate cup into the trashcan and shoved your hands in your pockets. “I appreciate you telling me all of this now so I don’t make an ignorant remark later. I don’t want to upset him.” You said. Bucky nodded, pressing his lips together. He opened the door for you and you stepped inside. Your eyes instantly landed on Steve, sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper.

He glanced up at you before focusing back on his paper. You frowned a little at how distant he was with you, but you couldn’t blame him. He probably felt bothered that you were staying in Diana’s old room. You shrugged it off and went to your new room anyways. You had to text your dad and Fury, and then take a hot shower to make up for the cold night air.

Me: Had some one-on-one time with Barnes. His intentions look good, but I’ll stay the full week to be sure.

Dad: Remember your cover, stay safe.

Fury: Dig up any dirt you can. I want a thorough report of him.

You turned your phone’s screen off and placed it on the counter of the bathroom, making sure to lock the door before pulling your wig off as well and stepping into the hot, inviting water of your shower.


“Hey, Steve, Tony wants to know when you’re ready to try out the new suit.” You popped your head through his door. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring intently at a picture. He coughed and folded it back into his pocket before nodding and standing up to follow you to the lab. When he reached the door where you were standing, he did a once-over of you. Not in a ‘checking you out’ sort of way, but another skeptical glance. You froze momentarily, fearing that Steve was way too smart and could probably see right past your cover.

“Yeah, let’s go.”


“Okay, Laveau, I want you to take a shot at Steve. Anywhere you want. Preferably not in the nether regions. Or the chest. The legs and stomach are fair game though.” Tony said. He tossed you a gun and you caught the trigger on your ring finger. They braced for the bullet that they assumed would be shot, but it never came. Instead, the gun balanced delicately off your finger.

“What?” You asked. Tony and Steve stood up from their crouched positions and stared at you in shock.

“Uh, nothing. Diana just used to do that a lot, kinda her thing, I guess.” Tony said. You frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Must’ve just been a lucky catch.” You shrugged the comment off. “Steve, are you ready?” He nodded, and braced his body. Tony had been working on the new 100% vibranium suit for weeks now, he told you, and he was excited to test it out. Steve, however, was a bit nervous to be shot at for experimental purposes.

You fired off one shot, one at his thigh. Then you fired another at his stomach. One at his shoulder, and one at his arm. Tony watched as the bullets bounced off Steve’s uniform. Steve’s face was contorted in pain, but nothing went past his armor. When he opened his eyes and stared down at himself, he grinned at his bullet-less body and looked at Tony, who was beaming. You used this moment to excuse yourself. “Well, if that’s all you need, sir, Bucky asked me to dinner and I should get going.” Tony waved you off, too excited by his success to pay much attention. You slipped out of the room.


You walked back into your bedroom after dinner with Bucky, whom you had a surprisingly good time with. You had decided that further investigation to him wasn’t needed. In fact, he spent nearly the entire time raving over the Avengers and his missions with them. He told you about growing up with Steve and how happy he was when he was pulled out of cryostasis and found out Steve Rogers was still alive. He was even happier when he found out that Steve was still around his age, non-biologically. You dropped your keys onto the table by your door and looked into the little mirror above it, taking out your earrings. You jumped out of your shoes when you heard Steve’s voice. “Diana Locke was a great spy, amazing even. She was an expert marksman. But she also had her ticks. She picked at her lip when she was nervous. She ate her pizza with a knife and fork,” you froze, still turned away from him. “In fact, she’s even your exact height.”

“Steve, I’m sorry. Bucky told me about Diana, but she’s dead, and I-“, he cut you off.

“Oh, yeah. Diana’s dead. Diana was a cover though. Everybody believes that she died in that Extremis fire, but only I know that she used that fire and belief that she was dead to run off and find a new alias, a new cover, because she had blown hers while saving Harley.” He stalked up behind you, but you still didn’t move aside from letting him shove a picture into your hand. You brought it up in front of you and studied it. It was a photo of him and Diana. They smiled brightly at the camera with Diana lifted high onto his shoulders. She held up an American flag as her hair blew in the wind behind her. “I was the only one lucky enough to know her real name. Her true self. I know her better than herself sometimes. I’m the only one who can keep up with her.” You turned to face him and he hovered his hand over your photo-static veil, pulling it off of your face. You helped him by reaching behind you and sliding off the wig, letting your natural hair fall back onto your shoulders, framing your face. He stared at you, a smile taking over his features.

“So, what was her name, Steve?” You breathed out.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

Sherlolly Appreciation Week Day 5 - First Fight

I have to admit that I’m shocked and a little bit proud of myself for managing five fics for this week so far. Will I have one for tomorrow? Not sure. Anyhoo, here’s a little fight-let… hehe, I crack myself up. Thanking the radiant @mizjoely for looking it over for me. Rated T for a naughty word. Enjoy ~Lil~ (On a side note, apropos to nothing, I’ve been singing some Adele tonight and KILLING it!)


-Impractical About Death-

Molly Hooper sat curled up in the corner of John’s sofa, crying and breaking his heart just a little.

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as it seems,” he said, trying to offer the woman some support.

Sniff. “I don’t know, John.” Sniff. “You didn’t see his face. I was awful.”

“Molly…”

“It was my fault! Mine! Our first fight and I started it!”

Yes, that is slightly unbelievable. “Doesn’t matter who’s fault it is…”

Her head snapped up. “Of course it does! I’m buggering this all up. Me! Not Sherlock, me!”

John had watched the couple over the last five months, and he had also watched Molly slowly unraveling. He knew something was coming and that it probably wasn’t good. “Are you not happy?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

A moment passed as she stared across the room. “I’m waiting.”

“On what?”

“The other shoe.”

He sighed. “You can’t do that Molly. It’s not fair. You knew exactly who he was when…”

“No, you misunderstand, John. I’m waiting not for him to fail. I’m… afraid.”

“Of what?”

She sat up on the edge of the sofa, her elbows on her knees and said, “I’ve always been a very practical person. Mum died when I was seven, my dad when I was twenty. I’m surrounded by death. Normally I…” She paused, wiping her face with her sleeve. “But I finally found someone that I don’t think I can live without.”

He reached for her, rubbing his hand across her back.

“I’ve seen the things he does, John, what lengths he’ll go through to solve a case. He puts himself in danger without a thought.” Turning her face she added, “I-I don’t th-think…”

At that moment the kitchen door burst open and Sherlock strode into the room. “Give us a moment, John,” he said, his eyes firmly planted on Molly.

John got up and left without a word.


Sherlock had heard the entire exchange. It was underhanded, even he knew that, but he was completely out of his depth and had no idea what had set Molly off that morning. So he went to the only person who could help him figure out his relationship.

He knew who was knocking on John’s door, so he asked his friend not to disclose his location as he stepped into the kitchen. Then he listened to her heartbreaking words.

It really was completely unlike Molly to pick a fight about dirty clothes left on the floor; clearly the heart of the problem was something much larger. As he stood just behind the door, listening to the woman he loved explain her fears to his best friend, Sherlock made a decision.

Sitting down next to his girlfriend of just a few months, Sherlock pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

“Molly, do you want me to stop solving crimes?” he asked as she cleaned her face.

She looked up, horrified. “No! Of course not!”

“Then what do you propose we do about your anxiety over my mortality?”

With a defeated shake of her head she said, “There’s nothing we can do, Sherlock. I’m a neurotic mess. You’re not happy and I’m a wreck. I th-think it might be best if we… just forget this whole thing.” She smiled sadly. “We had some good times though, right?”

“You’re suggesting that we… break up?”

“What else is there?”

“Not giving up, for one thing!” He stood and paced across the room. He was more than a little shocked at her defeated attitude. “Molly… I’m… Yes, my job is dangerous. And yes, I tend to take unnecessary risks from time to time.”

Her eyebrow shot up as she folded her arms across her chest.

“Okay, I often take unnecessary risks. But it’s very unlike you to simply give up.”

Molly stood and crossed to him. “I watched you jump off a roof. I’ve seen you high off your arse five different times. I was the one in the back of that ambulance, Sherlock. I ran those tests. I visited you after Mary shot you. Then after you broke out of the hospital and nearly died again! I know what Smith did to you. I know that you were tortured whilst you were on your mission for Mycroft. I know everything! It plays like a fucking movie in my head.”

“What’s different now?” he asked calmly.

“What?”

“What’s different, Molly?” She didn’t answer, so he continued, “You’ve always known those things and you’ve always loved me. So what’s different?”

He watched as her eyes filled with tears. Shaking her head she said, “I don’t… I don’t know. I really don’t.”

Sherlock smiled. “I do.” He put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer. “If I had died any of those times, you would have lost a friend, someone you cared for and even loved. And you would have mourned me. But now, you’d be losing a partner, a lover, your future…” He swallowed. “Well, we’re not quite there yet, but I think you get my meaning.”

She nodded. “How…”

“Because I fully understand. Losing you would break me, Molly.”

Burying her head in his chest, Molly sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Sherlock. The clothes don’t really bother me.”

He held her tight. “I know that, sweetheart.”

“You’re not a slob.”

“I sort of am.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Or an arsehole.”

“Well…”

She pulled away, looking him in the eyes. “Not to me, you’re not.” She looped her arms around his neck.

“That’s special treatment because I get to see you naked.”

Molly giggled and tugged his head closer. “Sorry I went a little nuts.”

“Are you kidding? You took the pressure off of me. I really thought I’d be the first one to screw up.”

Molly rolled her eyes then sobered. “I’ll try not to worry so much.”

“And I suppose I could be more careful. But I’m going to need more naked girlfriend to make up for missing out on all that danger.” Sherlock said with a huge smile before kissing his girl breathless.

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Dirty Laundry - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader (March Song Challenge)

Words: 1171
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: probably swearing i dont remember, ANGST, talk of kinda cheating, anger
Summary: Based off of the song and music video, Dirty Laundry by All Time Low, bad things have happened in your relationship with the silver speedster, Pietro Maximoff. This causes the two of you to break up, one more affected than the other, and the aftermath of the entire ordeal.
Authors Note: In the music video Alex is surrounded by a few different people. One being a girl in a wedding dress angerily ruining his clothes, as if to show there was a relationship problem. Hence, where I got the idea for this. The lyrics are kind of strange, so I was more inspired by the video. It’s a great song, though xD

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What is this? Jadyn’s Challenge

Challenge Masterlist. Masterlist.


“I don’t think I’ll be okay for a while!” You shouted, tears pouring out of your eyes. “And it’s insane to ask that of me! He can’t commit to anything, what does that make me worth?” You were moving your hands around, throwing all the clothes out of your closet on the floor with your telekinetic powers. “Nothing will ever be the same!” You yelled, making the lame on your bedside table fall off.

“(Y/N),” Natasha walked into your bedroom. “People make mistakes.”

You sat on your bed, your hands covering your eyes and tear stained cheeks. “I know, but some mistakes are unforgivable.”

“What really happened, (Y/N)?” Natasha asked, and you thought about what made you react in such a horrible way.

You and Pietro wanted to make it official, and he proposed just last week. The only person who knew was Wanda, for multiple reasons. But you also hadn’t told anyone after it happened, you wanted to make it special to tell the rest of the team that you and Pietro were engaged.

But when going out to drink with him, you noticed him flirting with at least three other women there.

“He has no control!” You yelled to Natasha, after giving her the quick version of the story.

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RFA reacting to MC who is a big Killing Stalking fan

_Yoosung_

° you were re-reading Killing Stalking while sitting infront of the TV

° as captivating as the Story is, you didn´t recognize Yoosung enterd the house

° it was the chapter where Yoon Bum got hung up at the ceiling

° your entire Focus of Attention was on your Screen and  so you sqeaked in suprise as you heard Yoosung speak up

° “Hey Babe, what´re you reading?”

° oh shit, he saw

° “Ehh, just some new manwah” (^^ゞ

° please look away, please look away, please look away

° “Oh god why is he hanging from the ceiling? Isn´t his friend going to help him??”

° inside of you was the battle of telling him the truth or leaving him in his sweet, naive thoughts

° while you were in thoughts you didn´t notice him, now interested in how it might turn out, swiping to the next page

° there he met the holy glowing d*ck of Sangwoo

° “ What is he doing?! Is her jerk- is he really doing that to the other one hanging??!”

° you had the Feeling there´s a LOT of explaining to do (;´д`)ゞ

° “You see, that´s a Thing now between me and my friends.”

° what a bad lie

° it took almost an hour for you to convince him that you´re not mental unstable

° or have some weird fetish Σ(TωT)

° it takes him a while to accept that you like that kind of stuff but he has to

° nevertheless he is still worried about your mental health from time to time

° poor, uneducated, naive bby XD

_Jaehee_

° since your computer broke she was nice enough to lend you her private one

° but even with a borrowed PC you just can´t live without your weekly dosis of korean thriller-yaoi  

° AKA KILLING STALKING

° but after you got a new/fixed PC you just gave Jaehee her one back without Clearing the browser-history

° which is like the worst mistake a human being can make btw

° so being the super careful office worker she is, she checked the browser history Σ( ̄□ ̄;)

° she was Born to, check browser-histories

° when she saw a link leading to a thing called killing stalking she thought about you having some serious issues

° MOMMY-JAEHEE-MODE ACTIVATED

° luckily she decided to talk with you first before calling a therapist ヘ(゚∇゚ヘ)

° “Hey MC can we talk for bit ?”

° you were a Little confused, was something wrong with the computer you returned?

° “Sure, what´s up?”

° “You know, I´ve bee looking at the browser history on the other Computer. If you think about harming yourself please talk with me and we´ll find help.”

° by the end of her sentence she started to cry ( ˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ )

° “But there´s nothing wrong with me. How can you think that.”

° you suddenly felt the urgent need to hug her and pat on her head

° “But why are you reading those things then?”

° after a second or two you got a Feeling to know what she´s talking about

° “Are you thinking of Killing Stalking?” ∑(⌒◇⌒;)

° all she could do was nod and continue sobbing

° “But that´s just the name of a manwah I´m currently reading.”

° after you said that she asked a Million questions

° why is it called Killing Stalking

° do the characters have some issues?

° SOME?

° so you show her……aaaaand she´s gone

° jk she just states it isn´t her type of Story and then she never talks about it again

° maybe she´s distusted……. or horrified XD

° but she still has the number of the next therapist on a sticky note inside her calender ∑(O_O;)

_Zen_

° he was at a rehersal so you just sat in the living room and chatted with your friend about the latest chapter of Killing Stalking

° but being the lazy-ass you are you switched to voice messages in the middle of it

° since this is thing you´re very passionate about you don´t notice somebody entering the room

° “Yeah, it was so stupid when he was like let me suck your dick -No you´re too creepy, and now he´s like didn´t you want too suck it? I mean can´t he decide?!”

° Bam!

° you heard a bag drop on the ground and then silence

° you were frozen for afew seconds and then slowly turned around

° only to see a very confused/perplexed Zen

° “Oh, hey. Didn´t know you´re finished early today babe.”

° he´s still at a loss for words and just stands in the hallway

° “What were you talking about?”

° OMG a complete sentence, that must mean he´s back to consciousness

° it then hit you that he must have heard your last message

° “Oh, just this new manwah me and my frind are currently reading. nothing special.”  ( ̄ω ̄;)

° Sure MC, sure 

° “But what for my sake is this about?”

° so you showed him a chapter, and another one, and another one

° by the time you were done explaining he was as white as his rat tail

° “ You sure you don´t need to throw up Zen?”

° “No, I´m alright.”

° he then threw up

° but since it´s fictional he doesn´t mind if you read it

° I mean he as an actor knows some fans are into weird stuff

° nevertheless you are now more conscious of your surroundings while reading those things XD


_Jumin_

° he was in a meeting and you were in front of the conference room waiting for him

° beacuse he knew you´ll be bored he gave you his phone to entertain yourself

° your´s was still in the car with Driver kim

° so you thought why not catch up on the latest Killing Stalking chapters when you have the time now

°  but right when you were captivated by the chapter´s climax the door opend and Jumin stepped out

° to his disappointment your attention wasn´t on him but on his phone

° being the sneaky Daddy Person he is he just snatched it away from you

° “MC, please come home with me I think we need to talk about …this

° you felt like one of your worst nightmares just came true

° you were very nervous the whole ride back home and neither of you spoke a word

° by the timeyou entered the penthouse you just knew he would be nagging you nonstop about this

° “So, Jumin what do you want to talk about?”Σ(TωT)

° “Would you care and explain to me just what you were reading on my phone?!”

° to our suprise he was very calm but you somehow felt very arfaid

° “This was just this new manwah I´m reading andthe new chapters are out so I wanted to read them while I waited for you to finish your meeting and-”

° “It´s okay I wasn´t going to scold you, please don´t be afraid”

° It was only then you realized that you sounded very terrified

° “I´m sorry, I just thought you were angry at me.”

° “Why would I be angy at you I was just interested in what you were so fascinated with. But depending on the Images I saw I´d like for you to explain the plot to me.” 

° so you did as asked and when you were at the part where Yoon Bum got hang up by Sangwoo he just told you to stop XD

° “Not that I mind but should you really be reading those Storys?”

° when you told him about your Passion for it he understood that he should just leave it at that

° to your suprise he manages to get you an autograph from Koogi (the creater of Killing Stalking) and it was the best day ever

° and by day I also mean the night ( ° ʖ °) if you know what I mean


_Saeyoung/Seven_

° the new chapter was out and since Seven was busy working you decided to change into fangirl-mode and read it

° bad for you Seven observed everything you did while using his wifi

° so when he was on a break he glanced on the tab where youre browser-history was displayed

° “MC why are you reading the new chapter without me?!”

° you were so suprised you almost dropped your phone on the ground

° “Don´t shoch me like that I almost dropped my phone!”

° That´s all you´re worrying about MC?

° but before you realized what he just said you already felt the matress sink in and another persons presence by your side

° “Go back to the beginning I want us to read it together. <3″

° now you were really confused (・_・ヾ

° “You know Killing Stalking?”

° “Of course I know. Who do you think I am?” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° you just kept quiet and both of you read the new capter together

° while reading he was suprisingly concentrated and focused

° you expected him to make bad jokes every 0.07 sec, but he didn´t

° but this moment of peace only lasted till the last page

° “OMG MC did you see that glorious dick just now?”

° “Saeyoung keep you voice down Saeran is next door!”

° guess who opened the door just in that Moment

° he somehow looked a bit disappointed

° maybe he expected to see his brother without pants and looked forward to laugh about him

° as soon as he saw you being alright he left

° your head was as red as Seven´s hair and you kept throwing pillows at him

° in the meantime he just laughed his ass off

° the next time the new chapter was out you made sure to either besomewhere else or locking doors and Windows

° poor Seven ( ≧Д≦)


Dear Lord forgive me, for I have sinned

That´s it for now, maybe I´m going to add Saeran and V but I´m not sure yet       o(^▽^)o

If you enjoyed reading or are a fan /victim of Killing Stalking leave a like or a comment , which wold make me very happy (/^▽^)/

Also if you have a request for a HC don´t hesitate and just ask(。>ω<)。

7 Days of Heaven (Day 1 – Jaebum)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue  Day 2-MarkDay 3-Jinyoung Day 4-JacksonDay 5-Youngjae  Day 6-Bambam   Day 7-Yugyeom

Characters:  Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Daddy Kink, Lots of Kinky stuff (Hair pulling, Breath play, ass smacking, all that good shit)

Words:  3,771 words

A/N:  OK so here’s Day 1 everyone please read through the warnings so that you won’t feel betrayed or abused or anything haha!

Also, happy 1.4+K followers!  I love you all!! :D


“With whom do you want me to start?”  You muttered under your breath as you stare at Jaebum intently.

“JB!”  Mark shouted from behind you and you look back at him nodding.

“Im Jaebum?  The leader?”  You looked up as if you are trying to remember him. 

“Ohhh…”  Your eyes beamed and the boys looked at you intently.

“He is daddy as fuck.  Lots of smacking, hair pulling…”  You giggled and bit your lip before closing your eyes.

“I would love to call him Daddy while he fucks me.”

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Pretty Tears and Dead Soldiers

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1883

Pairing: BuckyxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: You and Bucky have been running around together for what seems like forever. Hiding your relationship from the world and appearing to everyone else as the perfect siblings with the perfect relationship. No one had seen a brother and sister be so close before. You spend your alone time together, making promises and breathing in each other’s skin. But what happens when Bucky enlists in the army? Decades of heartbreak, death, and a super-soldier with amnesia that can’t seem to shake his memory of you.

A/N: This will be a new series, so the summary above is a summary of the entire series, not just this part :) Let me know what you guys think! I can’t wait to go on my next break and play around with this one :)

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