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little green monster: peter parker

peter parker x reader

A/N: i feel like there’s a very obvious difference between my writing for high school peter and college peter that almost seems less mature and idk if i’m into that or not but??? c’est la vie oh well i’m sorry if this is crap lol (also this is dedicated to @tomhollandxreader, thank you for motivating me my angel, i love you!!)

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Peter Parker getting jealous when the reader gushes about Cap when watching one of those videos at school

Words: 2100+

Warnings: none

summary: He’s never even spoken to her before, so how is he supposed to explain why his eyes never seem to leave her captivating figure or why he can’t seem to will away the tight ball of jealousy in his chest whenever he sees her talking to someone else?

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“Ugh, he looks so good in that suit,” Peter heard someone say from across the crowded bleachers. His head shot up, easily recognizing the sound of her voice.

She was sitting three rows down, squished in between two of her friends as she stared dreamily at the small screen that was still displaying the fitness test introduction video, a small image of Captain America waving his arms around animatedly in an attempt to motivate his audience to “get up and get active!” flickering in and out of focus.

Peter’s eyebrows drew together as he watched her interact with her friends. Was she talking about… Captain America? He eyed her critically as she turned again to say something else, his heightened senses allowing him to hear her next statement.

“Although I bet he’d look better with it off,” she giggled behind her hand. Peter choked on the breath he’d been holding, startling Ned who had been flitting in and out of sleep for the past five minutes.

“Huh? What happened?” Ned asked, looking around dazedly until he focused on Peter’s dropped jaw. “What, Peter?”

“Uh… nothing! It’s… um.. It’s nothing!” Peter turned red and forced himself to look away from her laughing huddle of friends.

“Then why’d you just make a sound like a dying cat?” Ned questioned, watching as Peter turned his attention once again to her hunched and laughing figure. When Ned followed his gaze and caught sight of her small frame, he sighed in understanding. “Really, dude? One of these days,Y/N’s actually gonna catch you looking and report you for harassment or something.”

“Wha- no, Ned! I wasn’t watching Y/N!” Peter said defensively, turning to glare at his friend.

“Yeah right, Pete. What completely enthralling thing is she talking about this time?” he inquired sarcastically.

“Nothing!” Peter said, and then he heard her laugh, a tinkling, mellifluous thing that had him struck with such limerence that he thought he might stop breathing altogether. “Do you think I’m as attractive as Captain America?” he blurted, eyes still glued to her captivating profile.

“What? Dude, why would you ask me that?” Ned laughed, watching the screen down below quite intently for someone who’d been asleep for the entire first half. “Of course you’re not as attractive as Captain America. He’s a scientifically enhanced super-soldier and you’re a fifteen year old boy who’s still going through puberty.”

Peter sighed, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubbing until he could see the phosphenes lighting up the dark, stars and colors dancing across his vision while Ned gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

“It’s alright, Peter. I’m sure Y/N would think you’re attractive. I mean, if you ever end up saying more than two words to her, that is,” Ned shrugged.

“Ned, you know I can’t talk to her. She’s popular. Can you imagine what she’d say if I ever approached her? Can you even imagine what I’d say? I’d probably screw everything up! Then she and Liz and Betty would make fun of me in front of everybody,” Peter whined quietly, burying his face in his hands. 

“Peter, just-” The shrill sound of a whistle interrupted Ned’s sentence as Coach Wilson began shouting instructions at the startled class. “Shoot, what are we even doing? I haven’t been paying attention.”

Peter groaned, getting up and moving with the crowd towards the blue mats that formed a grid across the gym. “Sit ups, I think. Come on, let’s go grab a mat before all of the good ones are taken. If I have to use one of the old sweaty wrestling mats again, I might throw up,” he said, maneuvering his way around the lingering bodies. 

Ned followed closely, offering to hold Peter’s feet first as they started the first round of sit ups. If he noticed that Peter managed to choose a spot only three mats away from Y/N’s, he didn’t say anything. 

“You should just tell her about the ‘internship’,” Ned suggested quietly, halfheartedly holding Peter’s feet in place as he mused out loud. “That’d definitely impress her.”

“Ned, I can’t tell her about you-know-what just to get her to like me. I’ve told you before, Spider-Man’s not a party trick. If I ever talk to her, I want to do it as me, not him,” Peter explained, grunting softly as he pulled himself up repeatedly, stopping only when Coach Wilson was turned around on the other side of the gym. 

“You wouldn’t have to tell her that part! Just casually mention that you know Captain America and you’re in! No one would suspect it now that everybody know that you’ve got the internship, anyway!” Ned exclaimed.

“Parker, Leeds, get back to work,” Coach Wilson reprimanded from his spot by the bleachers, hardly looking up from his phone. 

“Sorry, coach,” Peter muttered, glaring slightly at Ned’s innocent smile.

“Look, Peter, it’s easy,” Ned reasoned, turning to face her mat. “Hey Y/N!”

Peter sat up in a panic, eyes widening in alarm. He turned in her direction, watching her wave back to Ned with the hand that wasn’t holding Liz’s ankles.

“Hey, Ned!” she responded with a bright smile.

“Ned!” Peter whispered loudly, trying to hide behind his friend so he wouldn’t be seen. 

“Did you do the algebra homework yet? The last two questions killed me, I think,” Ned continued to speak over their neighbors’ heads, receiving glares and strange glances. Peter silently willed him to stop talking. He didn’t. “By the way, did you know Peter knows Captain America? They’re super tight!”

“Ned!” Peter repeated more firmly and out loud this time. 

“No way!” she beamed, attention now fully on the two boys. “Do you really?”

Liz’s head also shot up as she pulled herself into a seated position, tuned intently into the conversation.

“Uh… n-no? I mean, yes? T-technically? I guess so? It’s complicated. I’ve seen him like… twice during my internship, but I wouldn’t say I know him know him,” he rambled, flushing when her lip quirked up in an amused smile. 

“That’s so awesome! I bet he’s super cool! Does he look the same as he does in the videos? What’s he like? Is he nice? What am I saying? Of course he’s nice, he’s Captain America! Does he know who you are? Would he ever come here? Would-” she trailed off, noticing Peter’s dropped jaw and Ned’s giggling face. 

“Oh, sorry. I’m rambling. Sorry. Wait, I already said that. Okay, I’m sorry. I mean! You know what I mean…” she blushed, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from saying any more. 

“Um, no that’s okay! I guess he looks the same in real life. A little bigger, I suppose, and more lifelike, but overall the same. The last time I saw him he was sort of… in a bad mood? But I think he’s a nice guy,” Peter spoke cautiously.

“Oh! C-cool! Yeah, cool, that’s cool! Sorry, I said the word ‘cool’ like, three times in the past five seconds,” her blush deepened.

“You apologize a lot,” Peter stated without thinking. “I mean! Not that that’s a bad thing! I was just… observing! Yeah! Sorry!” he rushed, his own face beginning to turn red. 

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “And sorry… for apologizing so much, you know.” She laughed awkwardly. A moment of awkward silence passed between them.

“Wow. That was painful,” Liz remarked, sharing a look with Ned. “I think I’m gonna go… grab a drink of water. Wanna come, Ned?”

“Yup! Water! Gotta go guys, sorry!” Ned stood abruptly, following Liz to the bleachers.

Y/N stood and made her way to Peter’s mat, sitting hesitantly across from him. 

“Do you actually know Cap?” she asked, staring into his eyes so intensely that he had to look away. 

“Y-yeah. I was telling the truth. Um, do you really think he looks good in that uniform?” he asked as he toyed with the aglet on the end of his shoelace.

She cocked her head to the side as a confused look overtook her features. “How did you know about that?”

“Huh? Know what? I didn’t say anything,” he sputtered, tugging the shoelace with a fervor. 

“I mean, I was talking about Cap’s uniform with Betty and Liz while we were watching the video earlier, but you weren’t sitting anywhere near me. How’d you know what I said?” her eyebrows furrowed as she stared Peter down.

“Um… I’m really good at reading lips?” He coughed in an attempt to divert her attention from his little slip-up. “Anyway, how’d you know where I was sitting?”

Now was her turn to become flustered. “Um. What? I mean. I just saw you across the room. Not like I was looking for you or anything! I just happened to spot you and Ned,” she rushed, pushing down a dent in the surface of the mat. 

“Right…” Peter squinted, trying to decipher the meaning of her statement.

“And don’t pretend like you’re not staring at Liz all the time! We see you, you know. You’re like, always looking at her with this completely smitten look on your face,” she smiled wistfully, still focused intently on the spot on the mat that kept puffing back up after she poked it down. 

Peter scrunched his nose in confusion. Why did she think he was always staring at Liz? “Um, what?” he asked, tilting his head slowly.

“Duh, Peter. You stare at her all day like you’re in love with her. It’d be creepy if it weren’t kind of cute,” she admitted with a shrug, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Um… I don’t recall ever looking at Liz like that?” his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Then why are you always watching us? Liz and Betty have both noticed it, too,” she mentioned.

“Wha-” Peter began, but then a niggling thought poked at the back of his brain. She thinks you’ve been staring at Liz this entire time! The voice said. “Wait, you think I’ve been looking at Liz?” he laughed.

“Uh, duh?” she stated. “Everyone thinks that.”

“W-why would you think I was staring at Liz this whole time?” he asked, his heart pounding so fast he thought it might burst out of his chest. 

“Because she’s perfect? Because she’s beautiful and smart and you’d be crazy not to?” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “But I guess you’ve been staring at Betty this whole time, then, if it wasn’t Liz.”

“What? Betty?” his frown grew, wondering if she was putting herself down on purpose or she really was just that oblivious. 

“Yeah, Betty’s super gorgeous, too. And she’s on the morning announcements, so I get why you’d like her,” she mused.

“Wha- no, Y/N, I wasn’t looking at either of them!” he explained with wide eyes.

“You weren’t? So who- oh.” she cut herself off once she realized what he’d been insinuating. “Me?”

“Yes, you. How could I even focus on girls like Liz and Betty when you were there the whole time?”

“I’m sorry, let me get this straight. This entire time, I’ve been agonizing over the fact that I’ve been totally crushing on a guy who I thought was totally in love with Liz when he’d been looking at me with those heart eyes?” she asked incredulously.

“Wait, you’re crushing on me? What is happening! I didn’t even know you knew I existed!” Peter exclaimed.

“How could I not? You’re completely swoon-worthy, Peter!” she smiled a dazzling smile, grabbing one of his clammy hands and squeezing it. 

“I mean, I’m no Captain America or anything-” she cut his self-deprecating statement off with a shy kiss to his cheek.

“Captain who? As far as I know, he doesn’t have totally gorgeous curly hair and twinkly brown eyes. And he’s not the smartest kid in our grade who also just happens to have a heart of gold”

Peter blushed a deep red, the skin on his cheek tingling where her lips met it seconds earlier. “Come on, Y/N, you can admit that you think he’s… ‘hotter’ than me. We both know it’s true.”

“I don’t think that at all, Peter!” she defended, giving his hand another squeeze. “If you don’t believe me, ask anybody who’s seen me staring at you at any possible moment.”

Peter’s lips turned up as he smiled shyly at her statement. How had he never noticed? It seemed she was just as enthralled by him as he was with her. Somehow, the girl who seemed just out of his orbit had been watching him with those star-filled eyes the entire time. 


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up in the air - part 3

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pairing: tom holland x reader, featuring harrison osterfield

requested?: no

word count: 2251

summary: tom’s travelling back home to london with harrison, and he just so happens to be on the same flight as you. sometimes, you find love when you’re least expecting it.

author’s note: this is sorta turning into a very long story, oops…

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by the time the rest of the economy class passengers were shuffling along the plane aisle finding their seats, you were already sitting by the window in your row with your seat belt fastened and your suitcase stowed safely in the overhead bin. you’d spent the last twenty minutes pretending not to care about tom being in first class for the whole flight but you were at least happy to have company from harrison, even if there was a seat dividing the two of you.

you poked your head up, craning your neck to see if he was in the queue of people waiting to get down the aisle. instead, you saw a familiar brown-haired boy in a navy shirt, politely squeezing around a middle-aged woman and making his way towards row 25. you ducked immediately and pushed yourself down into the chair. what was tom doing here?

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Dark Nights (Part 6)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: The reader is having a hard time coming to terms with how she’s reacting towards Dean and he’s not making it any easier…

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Some fluff, some angst, some cliffhanger…


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I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!

yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!! 

“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell. 

“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves. 

“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life. 

“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench. 

“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears. 

“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.” 

“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary. 

“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright. 

“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side. 

“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car. 

“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.” 

“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes. 

“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.” 

He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space. 

“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?” 

“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.” 

“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat. 

“Rude.”

“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk. 

Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street. 

“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns. 

“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused. 

“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.” 

The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling. 

Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?” 

“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful. 

“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?” 

“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage. 

“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.” 

“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm. 

“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door. 

“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!” 

“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?” 

“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor. 

“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. 

“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon. 

“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck. 

(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s. 

“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks. 

“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “

“I love you too.” 

“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)

tired [frank castle]

first time writing for my dear murder husband don’t kill me!!!!

this is a load of fluff and cheese and im nOT sOrRY

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Keeping yourself awake waiting for Frank was getting easier once you got used to the bitterness of black coffee. You didn’t understand how the man could drink such excessive amounts of it, nevertheless it kept you awake and it was worth it. Every night was a struggle to get through considering that you knew that any day could be the day that he does not walk through that door. You were used to seeing him bloody and messed up by now, it was routine. He comes back, apologizing for taking so long, you stitch him up and you go to sleep peaceful and safe in his arms.

You stared at the TV in front of you not really paying attention to what was on it. It was around 2AM when Frank finally stumbled in through the front door of your shared apartment. A cap covered his face, it was too dark for you to see him, but he saw you as your eyes lazily blinked, indicating that you really needed to get some sleep. He didn’t deserve this. At least so he thought. Frank never thought he was worth the struggle you went through to be with him and he didn’t understand why you stayed. He exhausts you, but at the same time you will never understand how grateful he is to have you in his life. You were persistent and said you would never leave. And you never did.

Tired eyes shifting from the TV, you felt a lazy smile tug at your lips as you man was finally home. You stood up and walked over to him. The cap covering his face you knew to be intentional. He never wore it unless he wanted to hide his newly acquired injuries from you. You worried about him. A lot. And he hated stressing you out, but you knew that this is who he is. Cleaning up the streets was something he made his job and you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t a good deed.

When you finally made your way over to Frank your hands instinctively went to his neck, slowly trailing up to remove the cap. Another cut on his cheekbone, right above the one which had almost healed. This one was more serious though, definitely requiring stitched.

You felt a sigh escape your lips as your thumb traced the rugged skin of his face. You heard him mumble a barely audible ‘sorry’, but he didn’t need to apologize to you and you never understood why he did it. Just nodding your head slightly you walked back into your kitchen, looking for the first aid kit, which unfortunately rested on top of the cupboards that you couldn’t reach. Frank walking behind you chuckled at the sight. He walked over to you and handed you the kit.

“What would you do without me?” He laughed lightly, walking over to a chair and sitting down. You fixed him up so many times, you didn’t need to give instructions anymore.

“I think the real question is what would you do without me.” You smirked, walking over to him. Throwing the kit on a counter, you got out everything you needed and walked over to your man. You rested your legs on each side of him and sat down on his lap, straddling him.

You started cleaning the wound before you could stitch it up, his eyes never leaving your face. Something about the concentration in your eyes when you helped him drove him mad. Eyebrows knitting together, biting your lower lip, the sight was so beautiful to him. You could feel his stare, but you had more important things to pay attention to. You would be lying if you said that his eyes trailing your face didn’t make your knees weak. He admired you and you knew it, but the raw emotions that he showed made your relationship so much more real.

Once you started to stitch his wound, his hands shot up to your bare legs. He could handle pain and his face didn’t budge, but of course it hurt. His calloused and rough hands felt so wrong against the soft skin of your legs. You were wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and a shirt of his that looked way too big on you. And yet again it felt so wrong to him, but it was so right for you. Frank’s hands trailed up to rest on your thighs, his thumbs massaging circles on your skin.

“Why do you put up with this, Y/N?” His question caught you a little off guard. Your hands stopped moving and you moved your eyes to meet his.

“Because I want to.” You stated.

“You deserve so much better, someone who could make you happy.”

“You, Frank, you make me happy.”

“Every single person in this city shakes in fear when they hear my name. How is this happiness to you?”

“Frank, we’ve had this conversation so many times.” You breathed out, leaning back so you could get a complete look at his face. Eyebrows knitted together, eyes filled with so much emotion, you knew that he was serious about this. “They don’t know you like I do. To Hell’s Kitchen you’re The Big Bad Punisher, but to me you’re just Frank. They talk about you like a psychotic murderer and I feel like the articles make you doubt yourself. And I’m here, every night you come back home to remind you that you are a person like all of them too. I know you will never hurt me, there’s nothing for me to be afraid of.” You went on and leaned back in to finish stitching up his cut.

He didn’t have anything to say back to you. Frank was used to you always knowing what to say, but your words always had the same effect on him. His arms trailed up to your hips and pushed you up, closer to him. You giggled at his actions, the sound music to his ears, making him smile too.

Once you were done, you leaned back, examining your work.

“There you go. Good as new.” You spoke, smiling warmly at him.

A low chuckle escaped Frank’s throat as he looked at you with loving eyes. His hands moving up to cup the sides of your face, you leaning into his touch. Your eyes struggling to keep open.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve you, doll.” You just smiled at him and wrapped your hands around his toned torso and leaned in to hug him, his arms around your neck as he held you close. Resting his chin on the top of your head he stroked your hair lightly, relaxing you, sending you to sleep almost instantly.

Frank heard soft snores escape your lips and smiled to himself. He stood up slowly, carrying you to the bed, moving as swiftly as possible not to wake you. He knew you deserved rest with everything that he puts you through.

There was a point where Frank thought that he will never have anything nice ever again, but seeing you in his bed, in his clothes, in his arms, it drove him crazy. But most importantly, he finally felt happy.


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what am  doing w my life idk man you tell me why am i always most attached to murderers idk idk does anyone know tho

Insomnia - Loki x Reader

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: In which (Y/N) has nightmares and can’t sleep, so Loki keeps her company, even if she doesn’t want it.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: tbh none really

A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything (as long as it isn’t morally wrong)! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:

- UPLOADING TWICE TODAY BECAUSE I COULDN’T YESTERDAY -

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x files fic: under the stars (minimal fate required)

or: ways mulder and scully could’ve been happy

for @leiascully‘s challenge: list sort of

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The X-Files are never shut down and Scully is never abducted.

They fall into a comfortable rhythm of partnership: an incredible solve rate, an easy repertoire. (He never convinces her to believe in aliens, and she never convinces him not to.) They start spending time together outside of work - getting drinks, watching movies over long-abandoned paperwork. It’s at least two and a half years before Mulder realizes that she is his best friend. (Even over the Gunmen, he thinks about telling her, but how would that go down? They don’t say things like that to each other. She’s only ever called him Fox once, and he’s called her Dana a total of six times before she asked him to stop; what kind of friends are they?)

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The Tuesday Tease

Brett x Reader (x Kira, Malia & Lydia)


Mature content

A/N: Miss Lahey @void-beta-lahey got me this idea a while ago and I got so freaking intriguwed to write it, and holy hell. ♥

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“Oh come on Y/N, there’s plenty more fishes in the sea.” Your head snap up from a damp tissue to glare at Malia, furrowing your brows when you saw that she wasn’t even looking at you.


You turned to Lydia to see if she showed more sympathy than the slight rude coyote, but found her sitting at her dressing table, applying yet another layer of nail polish. Kira only shrugs as you look at her for a last chance of someone who would care.


“I’m actually with Malia on this one.” Lydia hummed, admiring the final results of her nails and you were about to stand up and slap your friends in their faces, but Kira interrupted you and clarified Lydia’s response as you sat down again.


Kira cleared her throat as she got both Malia and Lydia’s attention. “What your friend mean is that you should move on, you’ve been crying over your loser ex-boyfriend for over two weeks now.—“ she strokes your arm as she spoke and you sobbed your last tears.

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Baseball Game Jealousy- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by thornescratch

Ok I’m not going to lie, this is one of my favorite Andre ones that I’ve written so far! Like I’m SO stoked for you guys to read it! I hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

Warning: cussing, jealous Andre

Anon Request (I’m merging two of them to fit both): omg I’m so in love with all your imagines lol if it’s not a bother could ya do another burkie one? Doesn’t really matter what of to me just a burkie one Hahah

And: One where reader is a big baseball fan and they go to a game and meet her fave player and Andre gets jealous.

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              You wiggled in your seat unable to sit still. You were so excited!

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thealextheshipper  asked:

Prompt: post civil war Tony and Rhodey attempting to get custody of a child. The CPS person they're talking to is a Cap fan.

It’s uh. not what you asked for, but this is what came out. but hey, kid!fic

also Civil War has been? somewhat resolved? really idk I just,,,can’t with civil war anymore. 


Riri laughed at something Rhodey had said, Tony couldn’t help but lean down and brush a kiss on her forehead. 

After two years of paperwork and vetting, six months after the so-called ‘Civil War’ took place where they had to decide if Rhodey would recover enough, a year of meetings and day trips and staying for a night or two at a time, they finally had their baby girl. Their seven year old was finally home. 

Well, close enough. They were currently sitting in an IHOP near the Tower, because Rhodey had insisted they did something to celebrate Riri moving in, and a helicopter ride was too obnoxious, apparently. If Tony was being honest with himself, which he wasn’t, Rhodey had a point. Tony still held the belief that Riri deserved the best. 

Tony met Rhodey’s eye from across the table to find his husband smiling gently at him, looking as in awe of their daughter as Tony was. Tony grinned back. 

“Well, Ms Riri, I suppose we’ll have to introduce you to your cousin Lila soon,” Rhodey said. “And you can meet Peter, who is going to be your babysitter.” 

“Stop pawning off my intern as our babysitter, that’s not what I’m paying him for.” 

“It’s what I’m paying him for.” Grinning cheekily, Rhodey winked at Riri who giggled again. 

“We share a bank account, why am I paying him twice?” Tony fake-groaned. 

“Oh, I don’t pay him in money. I pay him in secrets. He’s especially interested in the old MIT days.” 

Tony gasped over-dramatically, seeing the little girl try to hide her laughter, and played it up. “Betrayal! What happened to ‘What happens in Boston, stays in Boston?’” 

“I’m not ashamed of anything that happened during MIT. It was the years after that scare me.” 

They continued along that vein for a little while longer, and Tony basked in the sound of his family’s happiness. Distracted as he was, he failed to notice the stare of the heavyset man sat a few tables away, standing up at the same time as Tony excused himself to go to the toilet.

As he stood, washing his hands, he groaned in annoyance as he saw someone approached him in the mirror. 

“If you wanted an autograph, you’re out of luck my friend.” 

“As if, Stark.” Ah, one of those. Joy. 

“Look, can this wait? I’m kind of busy right now-” 

“What right do you have to be happy, Stark? After all you’ve done?” Tony sighed, digging his nails into the palm of his hand. “After all the people you killed-” 

“I’m going to stop you right there, buddy. I’ve heard this spiel before, not interested in a repeat performance.” 

“You betrayed America!” 

Even better, it was a so-called Steve Supporter, the only people that ever brought up Tony apparently betraying the states. So-called, because they never seemed to actually support Rogers and his beliefs. Despite their differences, Steve was actually the staunchest supporter of Tony and Rhodey’s desperation for a child - he’d almost been as gutted as they were when IVF was ruled out because of Extremis. 

“I was, funnily enough on the side of the law, so technically, I did not betray America.” 

“Because of you, we don’t even have a Cap anymore,” the man’s lip curled up, and Tony was out. Sam was definitely Cap, no matter what douchebags said. 

Rolling his eyes, he shoved past the man. “Rogers made his own decision to retire, buddy. That’s not on me.” 

Exiting the bathroom, he made eye contact with Rhodey who looked concernedly at him. Tony simply shook his head, sliding back into his seat, and smiling at Riri. 

“Right then, what are we gonna do today, then?” 

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PAIRING: reader x Steve Rogers 

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINS: SMUT AND ORAL SEX

Request from Anon- Hey love :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine cause of my bday. You and Steve are a couple and all the other Avengers ship you a lot. Then on time at another one of Tony’s party the guys tease Steve a bit that he barely has sexual experience and he gets all flustered. Then you take him back to your shared apartment to get him in safety. You cuddle on the couch but then things start to get heated and Steve isn’t that shy boy anymore? I don’t know, something like that maybe if you want.

Some Steve smut for you all again! Also sorry for the wait for this for the Anon who requested this, hopefully the makes up for the wait :) Enjoy! 

GIF NOT MINE!

Originally posted by tsfrce


Tony Stark’s annual party was one if not the social event to the year. People from around the world would kill to be a part of the glitz and glamor. The expensive booze, world leaders mingling with superheros. It was the event to be a part of, but to you it wasn’t the actual even that you looked forward to. It was the after party; just the avengers sitting together after all of the guests had gone home. It was were you could all relax in each others company and not have to worry about the stresses of saving the world or fighting evil villains. It also gave you time to actually see your boyfriend for the first time during the evening. Dating Steve Rogers meant that a lot of people wanted to talk to him during the night, be it politicians, army veterans or the general public. Everyone wanted to say that they had met Captain America. 

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anonymous asked:

Phanprompt where Dan gains a lot of weight maybe from meds or hypothyroidism and Phil comforts him?

Genre: smut, fluff, angst???(if you squint)

Word count: 900ish.

Warnings: dysphoria, body worship, comforting!phil, insecure!dan, handjobs, rimming,,,,,,

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Looking at himself in the mirror, dan let out a sigh. He was sick of looking fat, just because he wanted to be healthy. It was only three months ago that phil had convinced dan to go to the doctor to get some sort of medication for his recurring migraines. They worked, but now dan had gained almost 10 pounds and he was panicking, I mean how much weight could he gain before phil stopped finding him attractive and he left him?

As dan poked and prodded at his tummy and thighs, phil walked into their bedroom looking for his laptop charger, and overheard dan’s grumbles. Curiously, he walked over to the bathroom door, and looked through the thin crack of an opening, to see dan looking sadly down at his tummy. Phil scrunched up his nose, he had thought the little bit of fat on dan had been quite appealing, especially his thighs that now jiggles when he rode phil, but what if dan hadn’t felt the same?

“Dan?” Phil watched Dan flinch before dropping his shirt and spinning to face Phil, blushing and nervously twisting his fingers.

“Oh, uh hey, didn’t see you…um how long have you been standing there?” He whispered the last part but phil heard it anyways, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around dan waist.

“Long enough. You know I think it’s sexy.” Dan scoffs as if to say, ‘yeah right’, but Phil is having none of it. He grabs onto Dan hip roughly and pushes him into the bathroom counter before picking him up and sitting him on it. Pushing between his thighs, phil grabs ahold of both in each hand, “You’re fucking thighs, Jesus they kill me, make me so flustered when you ride me, the way they bounce, fuck, Dan, you don’t even realize do you?”

Dan’s blushing a red hot and Phil is nuzzling his neck, “Not to mention your tummy, so cute when I fuck you, love your little rolls and love tickling you, giving you kisses.” His hands grip the hem of Dan shirt, tugging lightly in a form of asking for permission to take it off and dan nods quickly, whimpering. He steps back and dan whines but phil just pushes off his own shirt, stepping forward again to press their now bare chests against each other hotly, his hands roaming to dan lower back, “Your hips and little love handles are so adorable, Dan, make me want to touch you all the time, love marking them up and knowing I’m the only one who can see them, shit.” His hands flutter to the button on dan’s jeans, looking to himself permission before popping it open and unzipping them, pulling them off with his briefs.

“Love your arms too, Christ, when I cuff you to the bed frame, they look so good, fuck, pulling at the restraints trying to touch me like it’s all you can think about, gets me so fucking hot.”

Dan finally breaks, moaning wantonly, “C’mon phil, please, bedroom now.” His fingers threaded in Phil soft hair, gripping tightly and thighs hooked around his hips securely.

“Yeah baby, I got you. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. You want me to make you feel good?” Feverishly, dan nods, a whine ripping from his throat.

Phil pushes Dan back onto their shared bed, discarding his own pants and boxers, before joining him. Reaching into the bedside table drawer, he pulls out a bottle of lube, popping open the cap and squirting some onto his hand before loosely taking hold of his own member and dan’s in one hand and pumping them together. Dan’s whimpers become high pitched moans and he arches into phil’s tight fist, “So good, Phil, g-gonna cum. P-please, can I c-cum?” Phil shakes his head, pulling from his own hold to lower himself to Dan’s thighs. He bites into dan, licking over the mark before licking and sucking a trial to dan’s entrance.

“Not yet. Hold it for me.” Dan nods, but seems reluctant as Phil’s tongue meets his throbbing hole, lapping wetly at him before prodding gently with the muscle.

“Can’t, can’t hold it anymore please.” Phil pulls back to grab his pulsating cock with dan’s again in his fist, quickly tugging them both, kissing at dan’s neck and groaning out his release as dan convulses under him, their cum collecting on his hand stickily as he works them down.

Rolling off of dan and out of bed, phil grabs a warm washcloth and comes back to find dan with tears rolling down his cheeks, he comes over quickly, “Hey, baby, you ok? What’s up?” Dan curls into his arms, “Just love you, fuck these meds are screwing with my emotions too, I’m sorry, I’m just, thank you, Phil.” Scrunching his eyebrows, phil kisses Dan’s forehead.

“What for?”

“Doing this. Taking care of me, affirming me, making me feel sexy.”

Phil laughs, “Dan! You are sexy, you don’t need me for that. I just couldn’t help myself.” Giggling Dan nuzzles Phil nose with him own, kissing him sweetly before taking the clothe and cleaning them off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Phil scoops dan into his chest, and dan pushes his face into Phil neck, before they both doze off, not ready to ever leave this feeling.

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Sorry this took so long! Hope it’s what you wanted though.

I’M STILL OPEN FOR PROMPTS PLEASE SEND THEM :-))))

Church | Tommy Shelby

request: can i please request a tommy imagine where the reader is from a very religious family. like very religious, and she always sneaks out to meet tommy and he goes to the church and prays just to be near her. i’ll let you decide how things plan out xxxx

part two is here

[a/n - i am not religious in the slighest bit and i don’t really know about religion apart from what i learnt at school so i don’t know if all these things are correct. feedback would be nice on this because it legit took me ages to write n i’m rather proud of it.]

Tommy never prayed.

The first time he saw you was on a cold, wintry day. His plan was to see if Arthur was knocking around near the church. He had become a loose cannon in the recent months, his mood swinging from one way to another. Arthur wanted to confess his sins, move away and never be involved with the business again – suicide before Arthur left the business. Tommy didn’t find Arthur but he did come across you, the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He loitered at the back of the church, ignoring the words that was falling from the priests mouth. It was all bullshit to Tommy but it didn’t stop him leaving. Instead, he wandered over to the pew behind you and sat down.

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Title: Good Morning
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Summary: Based on the Bughead deleted scene of ep 13- Jughead has moved in to the Cooper’s house, and on that winter, Sunday morning; both he and Betty get together for breakfast and old cartoons.
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A/N: I just wanna thank RAS and the other show producers that actually allowed us to see such an adorable scene! It kept me up at night writing this little fic, and I think I’ve developed diabetes due to so much cuteness! I hope you enjoy my fluff! And please, tell me your opinion!
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Mornings at the Cooper household changed considerably after the Jubilee evening. Even if the windows were still decorated with the winter snow, and even if the smell of lavender was still the one thing that made her entire body relax after a deep, long yawn; it was easy to tell that the entire world around Betty had changed.

Now, the air seemed lighter. The house felt warmer, the laughter was more present, and whenever her sleepy eyes looked around, instead of finding an empty, perfect room, she would find her sister, still completely asleep in her own bed. Once again, the Cooper girls were sharing a room, and even if that had been the cause of many fights in the past, neither of the sisters could be any happier to be recreating such beautiful and innocent times.

Polly, even while carrying two babies in her belly, was still the same lazy girl she used to be when they were younger. And that made her little sister quite happy.

Their family was back together, the truth had finally been told, and apart from the future, ginger twins running around the soft carpet, they had a new, charming, raven haired and not-blood-related member in their family. Thanks to Alice’s convincing argument— if anyone could actually call that an argument— the social service allowed the boy to move in with the Coopers, and now, after he finally settled in, Betty’s got to see his blue, grayish eyes every morning, afternoon and night.

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Mistaken Identity

Prompt Request: so I had a concept that the reader was Tony’s daughter, and was even like him in the sense that they had similar suits, were avengers, etc. She was best friends Steve, and had grown close with Bucky, like romantically. Maybe a mission went wrong??? And stuff happens???

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers

Warnings: none really, maybe a curse word?

A/N: Thanks for the request @capttainamericaa! I hope y’all like it. As always, thanks for reading :)

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“You’re staring again.”

Bucky’s face turned bright red at his best friend’s insinuation. “Am not,” he mumbled. He was lying through his teeth, and they both knew it.

You were standing at the edge of the conference room table, going over the most recent mission file. You were Steve’s best friend, and as a result, you spent a ton of time with Bucky too. He was enamored by your smile, your eyes, your kindness, all of it. He let out a small sigh. You looked up from your papers and he quickly became very interested in the table top.

Steve smirked as you went back to reading. “Geez Buck, you’ve got it bad. Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”

The door to the conference room opened and Bucky let out a small groan. “Because of that.”

“Daddy!” you squealed, hopping up out of your chair. You lept into the arms of none other than Tony Stark.

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How Whiskey Feels (Tony x reader)

A/N: Incase you are wondering I really love Whiskey and science so I actually had to remind myself to dial it back during editing.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, jealousy, pining

Tony watched as you practically danced into Steve’s arms upon entering the tower. Steve’s face shined back with the same intensity of hers as he hugged her tightly. This made him think back to that first night he saw you. It was one of his parties. You were a new scientist Bruce had chosen and he had only seen your photo. The way you looked in person with that dress was infinitely better. He wanted your attention desperately, but decided to let you approach him. He thought his wish was coming true when you began to cross the large room. Then the catastrophic happened. You tripped and tumbled right into Steve’s arms. Tony watched in horror as you two laughed and his hands lingered on your hips when he righted you. Tony knew in that moment he had made a mistake. Something he would continue to do as he went for another whiskey instead of walking over to introduce himself. He couldn’t have known in that moment just how much he would grow to care for you, but there was a sinking feeling in his stomach he might have a crush already. That was only based on your CV let alone when he finally talked to you the next day.

You were definitely clumsy even out of heels as you knocked over a beaker immediately when you went to bring your hand up to introduce yourself. He tried his usual snarky flirting and you laughed so hard you snorted. You didn’t even think he was serious and you had heard he did this to everyone, so you were merely flattered and amused. You worked closely with Banner meaning Tony made it a point to hang out with his friend even more. It wasn’t long before he was completely charmed by the way your face scrunched as you thought through an experiment or how you gently touched his arm or chest when you laughed hard from his snarky comments. Of course his flirting began to earn him eye rolls along with the small snorts as you two adjusted to working together. He would have assumed you were into him if it wasn’t for the way you touched Cap. After work Steve would rescue you from working too late. Tony walked in a few times on the two of you laying on the couch sharing a blanket while watching a movie or doing something stupidly cute like dabbing Steve with cupcake frosting while baking. What killed Tony most was the way when Steve made you laugh hard your whole body fell against him. Steve would laugh just as hard holding you up. He tried to avoid you two together, but it was difficult when he always wanted to be around you. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize he was frowning right at you in this moment. Steve was cooking and you were pretending to help while stealing bites. You noticed though and came over to the side of the room he was sitting. You gently nudged him with your shoulder as you sat next to him.

“What’s wrong, Tony?” You gave him a small smile. His brown eyes snapped out of their haze as they met yours. There was a burning or more accurately a yearning there in his eyes, but he only returned the same small smile.

“Nothing, Y/N. Just not the best whiskey. You know you pay so much for the stuff and when it’s not quite as good…” He trailed off as she grabbed the drink from him. She took a small sip and a smile played across her lips.

“I don’t drink a lot, but it seems alright to me.” He couldn’t help but smirk at the shyness in her voice. His eyes betrayed him too as they trailed down to her lips still lingering near the glass.

“What do you taste?”

“Oh I don’t rate whiskey on taste. I rate it on how the burn feels as it travels down my throat. It should be fiery yet smooth. You should feel excited not scorched. That’s why all the best writers love whiskey. It’s like liquid passion.” You mused swirling the liquid by gently shaking the glass. He wanted to be pulled in by your words, but he could feel Steve looking over to them from the island. You handed the whiskey back to him and your fingers brushed each other. Blush crept on your face and he started to feel jealous of Steve.

“What’s your boyfriend cooking?” He said a little more spiteful then he meant. You only returned a confused look.

“You think I’m dating Steve?”

“You’re not?” He returned your confused look.

“I-“ You stammered. Your brow furrowed and you looked down like when a substrate reaction was taking longer than expected. “We are just friends.” You said evenly and stood up. You walked over to Steve and excused yourself. Tony sat there dumbfounded on the brink of making another colossal mistake if he didn’t act soon. Thankfully Steve noticed this time.

“Did you say something to Y/N?” Steve asked as he approached. It was rather accusatory.

“I just asked if you two were dating.” Tony threw his hands up in defense still puzzled by what your response meant.

“What would make you think that?” Steve searched Tony’s face and then let out a sigh when Tony said nothing. “We are just friends, Tony. She likes someone else. Someone she works with.” The words hung in the air. Without knowing what he would do he began to walk briskly after you. The elevator was almost down to the first floor meaning you were leaving the tower. He turned around for the roof door instead and called a suit. Quickly flying down to the ground he cut you off just as you were exiting the tower.

“Tony!” You jumped back several steps in surprise. He stepped from the suit and to you quickly. You studied how close he stood to you and the way his muscles tensed under his shirt before looking up into his deep and pleading eyes.

“Please tell me you don’t like Banner.”

“What!” You scoffed, but before you could protest further he slammed you to his chest and his lips eagerly pulled at yours. Your hands landed against his tight chest feeling the edge of the arc reactor in your hand. You mindlessly traced it and worked down his chest as you melted into the kiss. Tony felt smooth fire burn in him at every touch of you as you lost yourselves in the middle on the sidewalk. Months of wanting you and being an idiot all added up to this moment. Breathlessly you pulled away and leaned against his shoulder while you tried to even out your heart beat. “You feel like whiskey.” You whispered softly into his neck. That was all he needed to hear as he swung you into his arms. You giggled as he carried you back into the building.

anonymous asked:

Can you make a Imagine about what will y/n reaction in niall new mv too much to ask pls and add a little smut😉😏 pls

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Too Much

Originally posted by dailyniall

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Time for Revenge

Thank you to @dabthesinaway @steffid101 @ravenagainstthemachine @watermelonsinmyattic @yourestillnotmytype-58 and the two anons for responding and wanting a 2nd part. I hope everyone enjoys the egos getting some revenge, and I can assure you that after this, things go back to normal (well normal for the egos). 

This is the 2nd part to All Egos Must Die for those of you who haven’t read the first part
And now, it’s…

Everyone looked at Anti, fear in their eyes. They’d seen him at his lowest point, but this was somehow far worse. His eyes were pitch black and his smile was twisted and maniacal, like every piece of sanity had been erased from his mind.
“You’ll all help, right?” his voice was barely audible underneath the crackle of static.
Surprisingly, Chase was the first to speak up after finally working up the courage to enter the room.
“We’re just teaching him a lesson, right? This isn’t going to end with him… dead… is it?”
Every pair of eyes flicked over to the shaking man in the doorway, playing with the brim on his cap. He was crying again, tears streaming down his face, as he desperately tried to slow his breathing. The static in the air seemed to die down into an occasional crackle.
“He might end up hurt, physically or mentally, but not dead, and I promise he’ll never to mock us again after we’ve finished,” Anti started to approach Chase, his arms stretched out, inviting him in for a hug, “are you with me?”
“Yes,” Chase’s hoarse voice choked out as he ran to Anti, allowing the glitch to envelope him in a hug.
Schneeplestein stared in shock. Anti was always a hugger, but he’d never shown this kind of compassion to anyone before, especially not to Chase of all people.
“Ok zen,” Schneeplestein readjusted his glasses as he stood from his seated position, walking over to the two, “I’ll join in. No von, not even ze von and only Jacksepticeye, makes my good friend cry.”
Soon, Jackieboy was on his feet, fists against his waist in a heroic position, as he stated that he would join the fight, and Marvin was willing to offer his magical expertise to aid them. Even Robbie, the newest ego, smiled at Anti.
“Don’t want… hurt… but I’ll help,” he muttered.
After a group hug, everyone started to plan their attack. Tomorrow, they would take their revenge. 


“I’ll see you later,” Signe called from the front door as she headed out to meet up with Marzia for a girls day out.
“Don’t forget my snacks,” Jack shouted back as the door closed.
He was ready for a productive day of recording, eager to get into the swing of his daily routine. Everything was already set up ready, but Jack still needed to choose the game.
“Hmmm, how about Slime Rancher?” he asked himself aloud, knowing there was no one around to answer.
“Good choice,” Marvin appeared beside Jack, causing him to jump back and almost fall off his chair.
“Jaysus, Marvin!” Jack’s hand was on his chest as he panted.
“Sorry, buddy.”
Marvin sat down on the floor beside Jack, urging him to continue as if nothing was any different. He played it all off as wanting to watch his creator play a few games. Occasionally, a couple of blue sparks would crackle around him as Marvin worked on charging his magic to its full potential.
“Distraction one activated. Calling in the hero,” Marvin whispered.
With a loud pop, Jackieboy Man appeared on the other side of Jack, this time causing the Irish man to fall to the floor. He landed on top of Marvin with a loud thud, and both egos burst into a fit of laughter.
“Please stop this, guys. My heart can only take so much,” Jack chuckled, unaware of their hidden motive.
“Can’t a hero pop in to say hi to his favourite human?" 
This was when Jack started to get suspicious. The grin that Jackieboy and Marvin shared was too familiar, and not in a good way. 
"Ok? Well, you can join Mr Magic whilst I finish this one video,” Jack could feel chills up his spine. 
Something was wrong, and for once, it wasn’t the YouTuber himself who was causing chaos. 

One video down and Jack allowed himself to calm down and talk to his two oldest egos. They seemed genuinely happy to have ‘bonding time’ with him, and Jack completely forgot about the uneasy feeling he had before, until the lights flickered and cut out, plunging the room into darkness. Marvin let out a fake scream and Jackieboy Man clung to Jack, feigning fear. Jack, on the other hand, was relatively calm. After the various thunderstorms recently, he’d been expecting a power cut, but what he hadn’t expected was the sound of his recording room door locking from the outside.
“Signe?” he waited for a response, possibly a giggle from his girlfriend trying to prank him, but instead, he heard a laugh with an evil tone that unnerved him.
“Guess again?”
“Henrik?” Jack was confused.
First it was Marvin and Jackieboy, now Schneeple? What were they all doing here?
“Very funny, doc. If you let me out, you can have another video?” Jack teased, which only made the others in the room smile wider.

A small ball of blue energy rose to the ceiling, illuminating the room. Jack’s blood ran cold as he could finally see the recording room as he realised he was no longer in the company of just two egos. Jackieboy and Marvin were directly in front of him, stood together as they both stared behind Jack with giddy expressions. To his left, Robbie was holding his head in his hands, blood dripping from the base where it would have connected to his neck, and Chase was to his right, Nerf gun in his hand and finger poised on the trigger. Behind Jack, giggling, was Anti, his blue and green eyes glowing. In his hand was a knife, the very same knife he held in the 'Kill Jacksepticeye’ video.
“Well looks who’s back,” Anti taunted, “and guess what?”
Jack spun to face Anti as he held his hands up then gestured to the room, all of the egos taking another step towards the man in the centre.
“They all follow me.”
With a lighting fast movement, Anti was at Jack’s throat with the knife as Chase stared him down, aiming the Nerf gun between his eyes. Marvin concentrated on keeping the blue energy in the air to provide enough light and Jackieboy held Jack’s arms behind his back. Robbie slipped out of the now unlocked door, heading to turn the power back on as Schneeple entered.

With another pop, Jackieboy Man disappeared from behind Jack, appearing on the other side of the door so he could lock it and stand guard. Jack thought he could run, but as he ducked under Anti’s arm and span around, he was met with Dr Schneeplestein, a scalpel clutched tightly in his right hand. Marvin disappeared the moment the lights came back on, leaving Jack with Chase, Anti and Schneeplestein,
“Vant to explain zat video?” Schneeple spat, his voice much darker than usual.
“You think it’s acceptable to bring up my family?” Chase moved to lean against Schneeplestein, his Nerf gun once again aimed between Jack’s eyes.
“Do you enjoy making us feel like nothing but puppets for your entertainment?”  Anti stood behind Jack, his arm wrapped around him so that he could still hold a knife to his throat.
“G-guys, I c-can explain…” Jack stuttered, trying not to move.
He could feel the sharp edge of the knife digging into the soft skin on his neck. It stung as it pierced the skin just enough to draw blood, but a small enough cut to heal very quickly. Everything in that video had been a joke, and he thought the egos knew that. He didn’t realise his actions and words could cause so much harm to the three egos stood before him.
“You made him cry you know? Chase was heartbroken,” Anti’s mouth was close enough to Jack’s ear that he could feel his warm breath in his neck, “I’m not even here because you killed me…”
“Ve are here because he is our friend, our family, and vhen you hurt von of us…” Schneeple took a step to his left, allowing Chase to take centre stage, a sadistic smile, identical to Anti’s, plastered on his face.
“… we all seek revenge.”

A few screams later, Jack had a deeper slit on his neck and a few smaller cuts on his arms thanks to Schneeplestein. His body was covered in bruises from the Nerf bullets and his voice was hoarse from begging for them to stop. He could feel Anti’s corruptions tearing him apart from the inside as his body glitched in it’s place. Eventually, all three took a step back, leaving Jack on the floor of his recording room, gasping for air.
“Don’t you even think about mocking us again,” Anti glitched out of the room.
“Ve vouldn’t vant a repeat of today, vould ve?” Schneeplestein crossed his arms as he glanced to Chase.
“To quote a very good friend of mine,” Chase’s voice started to glitch and stutter in the same style of Anti’s, “well I hope you’re happy.”
One final bullet was fired at Jack, hitting just the right spot to knock him unconscious. Marvin and Jackieboy reappeared to help Schneeplestein carry Jack into his room, leaving him on his bed. Thanks to Marvin’s powers, when Jack regains consciousness, everything that happened should seem like some horrible nightmare, and every cut and bruise should be healed, although the pain will remain. 

Back at the Septicego house, Anti was washing the blood off his knife when the others returned. Schneeple immediately dragged Robbie into his makeshift clinic to stitch his head back on, again, and Marvin collapsed on the couch, exhausted from using so much magic to constantly teleport people in and out of the room. Jackieboy had an arm around Chase, reassuring him that he did a brilliant job and he should be proud of himself. Anti smiled to himself. There were many occasions when he hated the others, but in times like this, he was proud to call these other strange figments his ‘brothers’. Now all they needed to do was wait until Jack woke up. He’d probably be traumatised for a few days, but that’s exactly what Anti wanted. He wanted Jack to be filled with so much guilt and regret that he would be forced to confront them and apologise, at which point everyone would smile and act as though they were perfectly ok with it. Psychological torture, the best kind.

Everything turned out perfect and they all got the sweet revenge they needed.

withlove-karen  asked:

Greg realizing that reader is the female version of Sherlock (maybe he even likes that side of her 😅 )

Greg checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Looks like your golden boy is a no show!” Anderson let out a snort of laughter. Greg rolled his eyes and trying phoning Sherlock again.

Greg was waiting for the consulting detective to turn up to the crime scene, homicide by the looks of things but Greg knew that the tall brunette would have a dozen other theories.

“He’ll turn up…” Greg let out an exasperated sigh. He turned and saw someone standing by the police tape. A moment later his phone received a text message.

‘I sent her. I trust her. Let her in. SH.’

Greg raised a brow at the text before looking up and walking over.

“You just be Geoff,” you smiled.

“No, Greg,” the DI corrected, slightly flustered. You were gorgeous.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You apologised “Sherlock text me and told me your name was Geoff Lestrade.” Greg should have guessed. “I’m Y/N, very nice to meet you!”

“Likewise, follow me.” Greg held up the police tape and you ducked under. You walked over to the body with him, quickly scanning over it before grabbing your magnifying glass and crouching down.

Greg watched you with a small smile on his face but it fell slowly in shock when you started to speak. “Lying for about three days. He lives alone with no neighbours, the bins have been collected today so the bin men spotted him. His back garden leads out to the well kept lane and someone would have smelt the rotting and decaying flesh. Curiosity go the better of them and they went to check where the smell was coming from.” You put on a pair of gloves and opened the mans eyelids before shutting them again and looking in the dead mans mouth.

Greg was astounded, even more impressed with you than he was with Sherlock. Anderson walked over and furrowed his brow “Who is this? Are we just letting anyone in on a crime scene now?” You glanced up and that caught his attention “Oh well…hello there…” he purred and wiggled his eyebrows lightly.

Your nose scrunched and you looked back down to the body, uttering out under your breath, “Serial cheat.”

“Wh-what?” Anderson asked but Greg shooed him away.

“So…” Greg began “Any theories yet?”

“Hmm at least five.” You stood up and looked down at the body by your feet “What do you think?”

Greg was taken aback. You wanted his opinion? This never happened. “Me?” He asked, making sure he had heard you right.

“Yes,” you giggled and it was like music to Greg’s ears “You.”

“Heart attack?”

“One of my theories,” you smiled “But it wasn’t a heart attack. If it was he’d be much bluer in colour. But I like your thinking…” you trailed off and Greg blinked away the shock. He was getting praised? Sherlock never did that, he’d just call him an idiot. “Would you like me to show you why it’s not a heart attack?” Greg nodded, he couldn’t speak he was so taken aback and amazed by you and your kindness. You took the time and explained to him and he hung onto every word.

“So what killed him?” Greg asked with anticipation building inside of him, as if he was watching his favourite show and a big reveal was coming.

“It was a mushroom. This man was a keen gardener but didn’t brush up on his knowledge of fungi and ate that dead cap mushroom that’s lying by the small vegetable patch. It’s half eaten, distinctive teeth marks matching this mans.”

“Poor guy…” Greg breathed out “But what you just did was…incredible…” he was still in complete awe.

“Thank you,” you bashfully smiled as your cheeks burned. Your gaze had fell to the ground in shyness and Greg thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

“Would you, if you aren’t busy that is, like to grab a coffee or something?” He had a twinkle of hope in his eye. You nodded with a wide smile and took you to the car just as his phone received a text.

‘Baker Street. Now. SH.’

Greg let out a loud sigh, one that captured your attention “Everything alright?”

“Just Sherlock, need to see him. How about we grab a coffee tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah that would be great!”

“Can I drop you off somewhere?” The DI asked and got into the car.

“Oh just drop me off at Baker Street, I should probably pay Sherlock a visit. I haven’t seen him in a while, I live with my parents you see.” Greg nodded in understanding as you both arrived at Baker Street.

Greg let you go up the stairs first, not only because he was a gentleman like that but he also got a great view. “Ah Lestrade did you-oh god…” Sherlock let out a loud groan “Why’d you bring her with you?”

You raised an unamused brow “Well it’s nice to see you too!”

Greg couldn’t help but smirk at the interaction between you and Sherlock “How do you two know each other?”

“I had the privilege, or perhaps that should be disadvantage, of sharing a womb with him…” you trailed off and Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you.

Greg almost choked on his own saliva upon hearing the news “Y-you’re twins? You’re related to him?!” You nodded your head with a smile “But…you’re so much better than him!” Greg blurted out and you bit down on your lip to stifle a laugh.

“Yes well don’t you have somewhere else to be? Both of you?” Sherlock asked, clearly irritated by Greg’s comment.

“Fancy that coffee?” You turned your head to Greg who quickly accepted the offer. “See you later,” you ruffled Sherlock’s hair and walked out with Greg.

“I can’t believe I’ve fell for a Holmes…” get uttered to himself. Or at least he thought it was to himself.

You bit down on your lip “Well if it’s any constellation,” you spoke up and Greg went wide eyed, knowing he had been caught “I can’t believe I fell for a detective inspector…” you leaned on your tiptoes and pecked his cheek “Why don’t we go for dinner after coffee?”

Greg grinned “I would love to.”