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... Somehow, Still Talking About This Captain America Shit (Now With Bonus Spider-Man and Agents of SHIELD)

So now Secret Empire has revealed its Shyamalan Twist and given the readers a Good Guy Steve Rogers as well as Hydra Cap, and the kinds of dickbags who, when this whole bullshit began were dismissing people’s complaints with “oh come on, don’t you know how comics works, it’s all going to be put back at the end, blah blah blah…” are crowing I-Told-You-So’s.

But here’s the thing:

Yeah, fucknuts.  We always knew this.

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Archie Andrews Imagine

“I Hate Parties”

Summary: Betty and Veronica were always dragging you out to parties, the only thing that makes this one any better is the arrival of the one and only Archie Andrews.

Word count: 3030

a/n: It’s way longer than I thought it was gonna be but what the heck. Sorry if it sucks but I suck so it’s appropriate.

Parties had never really been your thing. Like you liked going out sometimes, and every once in a while you would be in the mood to dance, but after a while it just felt boring. Every time you got ready on Friday nights with Betty and Veronica you would be excited; ‘This time will be different,’ you’d think to yourself. But time after time it would end up the same way with the same house of people dancing to the same music and playing the same game of beer pong. Tonight was no exception.

“Can we leave yet?” you yelled over the booming bass to B and V, trailing behind them.

Veronica turned her head to answer you, “Okay, we literally, and I mean literally, just walked in. You haven’t even had time to get bored yet!” She pushed through the crowd and led the trio to the bar in the corner of the room. “So,” she turned to you and Betty with 3 shot glasses, “shots anyone?”

You rolled your eyes and looked to Betty for a go/no-go. “I’m convinced that you have some sort of radar or sonar or something when it comes to finding alcohol” Betty joked back.

“It’s residual from my days in New York,” she said handing each of you a shot glass. “Gentlemen, to our wives and girlfriends,” she started the usual toast looking at the two of you expectantly. You turned you Betty and completed it simultaneously laughing, “May they never meet” and downed the shot, feeling the vodka burn all the way down your throat. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, yet another reason parties weren’t your favorite place, but being drunk was fun sometimes. Since it was the getting drunk that was the annoying part, you generally stuck to vodka. You preferred its nail polish remover taste that could get the job done faster to the slow-working, carbonated urine formally known as beer.

Just then, the music changed to “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE, a song that was notoriously Betty’s jam. Her eyes widened and she jumped up in down in excitement. “We have to dance!” she squealed pulling your and Veronica’s wrists toward the dance floor.

“I think I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” you explained trying to get out of this inevitable public display of embarrassment.

“What, you don’t dance Chad Danforth?” Veronica teased in a very Veronica-esque way. Betty chimed in, “Because we all know how that ends, Chad dances with Ryan like the whole time”.

“It’s not that I’m too good to dance, it’s just I’m not drunk yet enough to dance”

That must have been an acceptable answer because Betty simply pointed at you and began to back away with Veronica in tow with a “Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swang,” to which you yelled back over the growing crowd with your hands cupped around your mouth, “I’ve got to just do my thang!”

B and V faded behind an ocean of people and you were alone. Just you and the vodka. Speaking of the vodka…

You turned to the bar and poured yourself another shot and stuck your tongue out at the offensive taste. You poured some coke into a red solo cup and started to walk away then thought better. You turned around and poured some more vodka in with the coke. What? It was gonna be a long night.

You made your way through the room, deliberately avoiding the table with the jungle juice and found a dimly lit corner to lean in.

I wonder where Archie is right now? It’s not like he normally hangs out with us at parties anyway. Since they always happen after football games he usually hangs out with the rest of the team, but you were curious. You would never admit it to anyone, not even Betty or Veronica and especially not to Archie, but you’d had feelings for him for quite some time. There were times when you wanted to tell him about it, he was one of your friends after all, but you truly felt that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t worth the risk.

“You like hanging out in dark corners, loner?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You could identify that voice anywhere: the one and only Archie Andrews.

“You like staring into dark corners, creeper?” you shot back.

Archie chuckled and approached with open arms for a friendly hug. “Hey y/n,”

“Hey Tom Brady, great game.” You pulled out from the hug but stayed standing close to him to be able to hear each other over the loud music.

He smiled, “It wasn’t exactly the Super Bowl, but thank you. So, what are you drinking?” He plucked the plastic cup out of your hand. “This isn’t the jungle juice, is it?” he questioned with a slightly alarmed but mostly joking tone. Reggie’s jungle juice was pretty famous, or more accurately infamous.

“God no,” you shook your head, “It’s just coke.”

“Good. Stay away from the jungle juice.” He took a sip and did a bit of a spit take into a nearby plant overdramatically. He looked at you with a faux-shocked expression. “Just coke, huh y/n?”

“Just coke as in mostly coke. As in there’s slightly more coke than vodka.”

“Alcohol’s illegal for people our age you know,” he warned just before he drank half of the cup’s contents.

You narrowed your eyes and leaned toward him as if trying to get a better look, “Why, you a cop?”

He glanced around, checking that the imaginary coast was clear before he leaned in. “You ever seen 21 Jump Street?”

“Ah,” you nodded.

“Yeah.” He said with a laugh, straightening his back and returned the cup to your hand. You thought his hand had lingered for a second touching yours; you were probably just imagining it. You had to be imagining it, but the moment was over before you could really be sure.

“Uh,” you tried to regain your composure. “Betty and Veronica were in the other room dancing the last time I saw them,” You offered figuring this had to be his destination. You were friends/friendly with him but they were all really close. The only reason you even knew Archie in the first place is because you had become good friends with the girls.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay.” He blinked at you and didn’t move. You tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to show itself. Maybe he was here for you. The electronic music blared on and you scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular in an attempt to make yourself busy, or at least make yourself look busy. The house was filled to the brim with a mix of people, some you knew, some you didn’t. People were singing and dancing and yelling and drinking and smoking and—okay, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Archie was still looking at you! You could feel his eyes on you from the side.

You glanced at him and couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh. He was just smiling down at you like a fool. “Is… is there something I can do for you Mr. Andrews?”

He smirked, keeping a laugh to himself, “No, it’s just,” he shook his head looking down at his feet. “Nah, never mind.”

“Oh, come on! What? Do I have something on my face? Is my hair messed up?” You ran your fingers through your hair trying to fix any possible issues.

“No, you look great. I was uh,” he looked back up at you. “It was just that you looked really cute.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked off to the rest of the party, the flashing lights washing his face with a blue and red light, hitting his cheekbones in just the right way to leave a shadow in the hollows of his cheeks. It wasn’t until that moment that you really noticed how close he was standing to you. He was at max 6 inches from you; he could lean forward the tiniest bit and kiss you (if he were so inclined). It all felt too good to be true. He had to be drunk or something.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“Just the sip of your ‘mostly coke’. Why?”

For some reason this answer bothered you more than if he had been drunk. The fact that he called you ‘cute’ while being almost completely sober was, as far as you could tell, reason for alarm. “Let’s go find some drinks.” Frankly, you needed another one.

You grabbed him by the wrist so you wouldn’t lose him in the crowd and began to push through the mess of sweaty bodies toward the familiar bar. You would have made it too, if it weren’t for the jungle juice. You were walking past the table with the punch bowl of the “juice” on it, the bar was in sight, when some random drunk guy with a cup full of, you guessed it, Reggie’s famous jungle juice rammed into you, spilling the entire contents of the cup all over your shirt. Your mouth hung open and the people around you all gasped.

Archie pushed between you and the guy, “Hey man, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” There was some real anger in his voice, and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty hot.

“Well why don’t you mind your own business?” the guy said getting right in Archie’s face. He opened his mouth to respond but before he could get anything out you put your hand on his shoulder from behind him.

“Archie?”

He looked down at you, clenching his jaw. “C’mon Arch, it’s not worth it.”

He looked back up at the guy for a moment then back down at you. The crowd that had gathered around you all waiting in anticipation for Archie’s response.

He nodded his head, “I know where the bathroom is,” the crowd of people returned to their former activities with sounds of general dismay that there hadn’t been a fight. “Let’s go see what the damage is.” He grabbed your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction as the bar, down a hallway, and into a bathroom.

It was pretty dark in the house so you couldn’t really see how badly it had spilled on your shirt yet. Archie closed the door behind you while you felt around on the wall for a light switch. You flipped on the switch and he immediately gasped sharply.

“Is it that bad?” you asked. You couldn’t being yourself to look in the mirror yet.

“No… I mean it’s…” He tried to think of some consolation to give, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, it is that bad.”

You hesitantly turned to face the mirror, squinting enough to delay the inevitable. Your eyes sprung open and you found that yes, it truly was that bad.

“Oh my god.”

“I told you.”

“This shirt ruined! How am I supposed to wear this for the rest of the night?”

“Well, you did say you wanted to find another drink. I guess it found you first,” You looked at him in the mirror and rolled your eyes. “And I did warn you to stay away from the jungle juice” he laughed getting a closer look at the stain.

You turned to him and sighed, “I have to go home. There’s no way I can walk around like this.” You still didn’t like parties, and this was no exception, but you were actually getting to hang out with Archie alone. This was just your luck.

“Take my shirt,” He blurted out, rather loudly.

“Take your shirt? Like the one you’re wearing right now? Arch as much as I’m sure that every girl at this party would love to see you walking around shirtless, neither of us are at that point of drunkenness yet.”

“It’s fine. Even if you’re got my jersey, I’ve still got my letterman,” he countered, already peeling off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. “It’s not like I’ll be completely shirtless.” You thought about this for a moment before hesitantly nodding your head in agreement. You really didn’t want this night to end just yet. Plus, shirtless Archie.

You took off your stained t-shirt and threw it in the trash, no stain remover was powerful enough to work on that jungle juice. You stood awkwardly in just your plain black bra. You definitely had cuter, but you hadn’t planned on anyone, especially not Archie, seeing you shirtless tonight. Archie pulled off his jersey leaving both of you half naked. And let me tell you he was built with a capital B. Just as he was handing you the jersey, the bathroom door flings open. It seems neither of you had remembered to lock it in the chaos of the dark.

Kevin Keller stumbled into the room, clearly at least a little bit intoxicated. It took him a second but when he finally realized what he had walked into, at least what it looked like he had walked into, his eyes widened dramatically taking in the scene. It was understandable. You were sure this looked a lot worse than it really was.

“Oops!” he exclaimed.

“Kevin, it’s really not what it looks like,” you tried to explain to him with your hands out in front of you as if trying to calm a wild animal.

“Don’t even worry about it you guys. Your secret’s safe with me,” he tried to wink at you but the alcohol in his system just turned it into a sloppy blink. This sentiment did nothing to ease your concern. Kevin was not the person people told secrets to. Kevin was the person people told when they wanted the whole town to know something.

Archie tried to stop him too, “No, Kevin man, it’s not like that. Her shirt just-“

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourselves to me. I always knew Archie - Y/n would happen. Don’t you worry about a thing. My lips are sealed.” He stumbled out of the bathroom and Archie quickly shut the door behind him, locking it this time.

You both stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

After about 30 seconds you asked already knowing the answer, “He’s definitely going to go tell Betty and Veronica about this, right?”

“I’m sure they already know.”

You nodded your head and took the jersey from his hand. He slung on the jacket and waited for you. You pulled his jersey over your head. It was big on you but not too big. It smelled like Archie. It felt right. He opened the door and you followed him out of the room, only for him to stop abruptly. You ran into him and then peered over his shoulder at what had stopped him. Who else but Cheryl Blossom joined by Josie at her side.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she said in her Cheryl way, her eyes scanning up and down. “The quarterback and the rando hooking up at a party together. How cliché. Doesn’t this feel like a bad 80’s rom-com?”

Josie joined in, “Who’s Molly Ringwald in this situation?”

“I’m like Breakfast Club Molly Ringwald and Y/n’s like Sixteen Candles Molly Ringwald. That makes Archie Jake Ryan!”

Neither of you had the patience to try and explain the situation to her. Archie grabbed your hand pulling you in the other direction down the hallway. “It’s been a pleasure as usual Cheryl,” he yelled behind him.

Over the blaring music, you could just make out her say “Or maybe she’s more Pretty in Pink Molly Ringwald…”

He pulled you through a different part if the house to a patio where a few random couples were making out. They were taking up all the seating and he scratched his head not knowing where to go.

“Why don’t we just sit in the grass?” you suggested. You walked over to a far part of the lawn that was dark but still lit by the moon. The music was muffled and distant, present enough that would could have private conversation, but still muted. He sat down crisscross applesauce style and you followed suit, chuckling to yourself. You both sat with your forearms resting on your knees, leaving only a couple of inches between each other.

“We’re finally alone.” He stated quietly, sounding satisfied. The moon lit up half of his face and his fiery locks glinted as he tilted his head.

“Yeah, that’s why I come to parties. To be alone. Just me and two-hundred of my closest friends.” You breathed sarcastically.

He grinned at your reply. He looked at you for a moment. Just really looked at you. He was really seeing you.

He looked away timidly, “You look good in my jersey you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He nodded his head. You considered how to reply. “Well I guess I’m just gonna have to try out for the football team then.”

“Or,” He leaned in even closer, “alternatively,” his lips just centimeters from yours, “you could just…” He pressed his lips to yours, lightly but passionately, like it was something he’d been wanting to do for a long time. His lips were soft and it felt right, he felt right. It only lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever, in a good way. He pulled back and all you could both do was grin at each other.

All of a sudden, a mess of loud yelling coming from the house caught both of your attention. “Woo!!!” “Oh yeah!!!” “Get it!!!” “Hashtag Archie-Y/n!!!” Veronica and Betty were hanging out of a window calling out to the two of you. You looked up at the sky in embarrassment and Archie just shook his head at them, laughing. They pumped their fists and chanted “OTP, OTP, OTP…”

Archie stood up and put his hand out to pull you up, “Do you wanna go to Pop’s? Or anywhere that isn’t right here?” “Gladly,” you agreed, “I hate parties.”

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Hands on the table #10: Zevran


The drawing comes with Solas’ notes attached:

He won’t sit still. He’s not restless, however. Only fidgety. He examines everything on the table until there’s nothing left to touch. 

“Zevran, I might need you to still your hands for a moment. I must get a good look at them.” 

He pauses, quick fingers tapping on the wooden surface, and his eyes focus on me. A smile full of curiosity and vexing mischief in equal measure. 

“Perhaps you wish to take a closer look, then?” He offers, and leans on the table, half ways through crawling across it before I raise a hand to halt him. The image etched in my brain.

“I- no. I just-” I roll the pencil in my hand and his gaze narrows.

“My hands are good for more than just looking pretty, my friend. I request only that you take note of that.” 

His voice is velvet-like in a way that compliments his skin.

I put my pen down. 

Curious Man - (Sherlock x reader)

Imagine: Meeting Sherlock at a store while he waits for Watson to buy a gift for Mary.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 579

Warnings: None.

A/N: I wanted to write this for the longest time and now I finally did it. It’s just a small drabble because I’m still not in shape to write a proper Sherlock fanfiction. Yet, I hope you like it.

Originally posted by dracomafloy

“Beautiful choice, very fashionable if I may say so.” A male voice interrupted you.

You were doing your early Christmas shopping, a tradition you had started the first year you moved out of your parent’s house. Basically, you would buy all kinds of gifts for yourself before the prices got up.

“Thank you, sir.” You replied with a smile as you looked to the man that had spoken.

He was tall and slim, dark locks framing his pale face and deep blue eyes analysing you.

“I’m sure your fiancé will like it.” He continued. You furrowed your eyebrows.

It was common for people to inquire that you had a boyfriend, but this man was being too specific.

“I’m afraid I don’t have a fiancé.” You giggled. The man let out a breathy sigh.

“Then why are you wearing an engagement ring?” He asked. You looked down to your hand, which in fact had an engagement ring. “Don’t be ashamed of him. It is in fact an old engagement ring, probably his mother’s ring. I can see that it looks quite unused in spite of the age of it, so I’m guessing you got recently engaged.”

You smiled in amusement. The man seemed to be a pretty smart guy, yet he was wrong.

“I’ve told you: I’m not engaged.” The blue-eyed man furrowed, not willing to believe your words.

“Come again?” He asked.

“I said: you’re wrong.” You replied. The man looked too dumbfounded not to be funny, and hell, it took you an eye and half of the other not to laugh at his face.

“How can I be wrong? It is an engagement ring, and it is on your hand in the right finger. It’s old, and yet it looks clean because you haven’t worn it much.” You nodded.

“It is in fact an engagement ring, and I am in fact wearing it correctly. It is old, true, but it looks clean because I only wear it on occasions.” The man was truly messed up.

“So you only wear it on occasions because…” Before he could make a suggestion of you being a cheater to your fiancé or a single lady wearing a fake ring to keep men away, you interrupted.

“It was my mother’s engagement ring,” you spoke, “She gave it to me a few years ago. I’m not engaged and I only wear it every now and then because I don’t want people to think I’m already taken.”

“There’s always something…” The man whispered to himself.

“Sorry?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Nothing, never mind.” He shook the thought away with a hand gesture. “So, mind telling me why you don’t want people to think you’re taken?”

“You are a very curious man, aren’t you?” You laughed, not answering to his question.

“I am, in fact.” He responded, puffing his chest out and coking his eyebrow proudly.

“May I ask why you are so concerned about my relationship status?” You asked, smirking.

“I happen to find you very pleasing to the eye and, now, I also find you very interesting.” He answered, taking good care of his words; he sounded like he was afraid to say something wrong, yet somehow he also sounded confident.

“My name’s…”

“(Y/N).” He finished. You gasped what kind of man was he?

“How…?”

“You’re wearing a bracelet with your name on it.” He simply replied.

“What a strange man you are, Mr…” He smirked at your words.

“Holmes,” He spoke, “Sherlock Holmes.”

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Something New, Something Old

A belated Kuroken Day collaboration​ ~
Story by @nimbus-cloud
Art by @mookie000

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Kuroo Tomoko was a confident woman; not completely lacking in humility as the word ‘pride’ might suggest, no, she was confident.  She had faith in her abilities (and her son’s, whatever she might say), and she held her observational skills in high regard.  It was how she had known her son’s sexuality long before he finally outed himself and how she knew now that Kenma was nervous standing in front of her. 

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baby, my baby | 07

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  2.9 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy! the series is on hold for now.

part one ↠ ↠ previous part ↠ part seven next part (coming next week!)

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Imagine being one of Negan's wives and Carl having a crush on you, only for your husband to start teasing him about it a little too much

(I turned this from a Daryl to a Negan ome shot as it has been a while since i’ve wrote one for him :3 Especially some fluff! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)


Since you had been so good with your begging and pleas, Negan had decided to take you along to his recent visit to Alexandria.

He called it a date between you and him and it made you laugh to hear him say that, without denying him, you also love the idea of being the only wife for one day.

It had been quite some time since Negan had made a deal with the community there and from what you’ve heard about the place you couldn’t help but want to visit to see it with your very own eyes.

The drive was long enough but you had quite some time to fool around and enjoy the company of Negan.

Upon arrival at the gate, you weren’t disappointed. The walls were high and everything seemed so secure with not even one walker in sight that you just had to make a comment about how drab the Sanctuary looked in comparison.

“Wow…This makes our home look like way crappier than it already does!”

Your husband laughed and shook his head at your comment. Leaning closer, he whispered in your ear, “Really? Better than our sweet home? Do you need me to show you every corner of our place…with my dick inside you…to be reminded of how great it is all again…”

You held in your laughter at his joke and pushed him away from you, asking him to stop as he kept trying to get closer and closer.

He was always like that with you, making crude jokes while you were being innocent for a moment. You like that about him actually and for once it made you forget about what the world had become.

~~~~~

Although, he was this cheerful and in a mood, it came to a stop when the cars themselves stopped. After he stepped out, being a gentleman to you he hand led his hand to help you out of the car.

The gate opened to reveal the people there and with no hesitation you smiled softly as you would usually.

You greeted them and from their expressions, you could tell they hadn’t expected someone like you to be around all of these Saviors.

It felt a little awkward as they got quiet from your bright way of greeting them but nonetheless they acknowledge you, despite it mostly being from the way Negan had glared at them.

You took in the view and your amazement couldn’t be stopped. The houses and the people, truly reminded you of your neighborhood.

Without even asking, you kissed Negan’s cheek and walked passed him, having decided to take a tour on your own, while he and the others went on about their business.

~~~~

Luckily for you, it was a warm sunny day, making it easy to just wander around. It had been quiet some time since you had seen any other people than the faces you knew, you couldn’t help but smile at each of them.

Suddenly, you took notice of a young boy walking around while pushing a stroller. You knew for a fact, that there must’ve been a baby inside and quickly you made your way towards him.

You just love kids so much, you had to hold the baby, especially since it’s been ages since you’ve seen one.

As you got closer to the boy, you carefully greeted him and smiled.

“Hi…It’s a nice day to take a stroll…”

As Carl heard you, he stopped himself. He looked at you from head to toe and could tell you were probably several years older than him yet nonetheless, you were quite pretty to him.

Not to mention how nicely you were dressed, it made him blush at the thought of how pretty you were, not even for a moment that he thought you were among the Saviors.

He stuttered and looked away, realizing his actions and simply answered, “I-It is!”

You chuckled and approached him, trying to catch a glimpse of inside the stroller. He noticed you and as you looked back up at him, you shrugged and tucked your hair behind your ear.

You saw the child and instantly couldn’t help but let out how cute she was.

“Aw…Is this your little sister?”

He nodded and opened the visor to reveal the cute little blonde girl. He told you her name and signaled you that you could stroke her hair.

“Yeah, she is…Her name’s Judith…”

“Judith…That’s a pretty name…Do you mind if I hold her?”

It unnerved him to hear you and made him realize he had no idea of where you came from. He seemed in deep thought and ended up staring at you even more to check if you had any weapon on you.

He figured things out and nodded at you. “No not at all…Go ahead…”, he said as he stood by and took her out for you.

Your smile grew to see her and even more as you held her in your arms.

“Wow…Such a pretty little girl, you are…Yes you are…look at your small little hands…so cute…”

Compliments from you, kept pouring in as you held the little girl. She was undeniably adorable and from the way she acted with you, she clearly enjoyed you.

She cupped your face and laughed as you playfully shook your head and kept her entertained for quite some time, even earning you a little peck from her.

It surprised Carl to see his little sister get so comfortable with a stranger but still made him smile to look at you both.

“I think she really likes you…”

You turned your attention back to him and nodded along, joking around with him.

“I think so too…She really has good taste in people!”

As he laughed, you then ended up staying by and playing with her for a long while, making Carl grow to trust you.

You both spoke to each other as well and had seem to hit it off well. He thought it was easy to speak to you and couldn’t help but laugh and smile from your genuine humor.

He just felt so comfortable, he had forgotten about his worries for a moment and you had both ended sitting by the porch of his house.

He even noticed how prettier you were and couldn’t stop himself from staring at your features. He blushed every time you would look back at him and even worst when you had praised him for being so brave.

~~~~

As the time passed, you had notice everyone starting to walk away and decided to get up. You handed him his little sister back and smiling at him, you said, “Well…I guess I have to get back now…My people are about to leave…”

It caught him off guard, you were apart of the Saviors, he couldn’t believe it.

“Y-you’re with them?”

You nodded and ruffled his hair to try and cheer him up from his obvious worried and concern look.

“Don’t worry…Not all of them are bad…”

He liked the way you had touched him and you noticed how hard he blushed from it. It made you smile again and wanting him to trust you, you pecked him quickly on the cheek.

“See you next time, Carl…”

As you said that and were about to walk away, suddenly a familiar voice roared.

“Woah! Holy shit! Carl! Are you trying to steal MY woman!”

It was Negan and he was making his way towards you both rather quickly. He stared at the boy wide eyed and with a rather funny expression, not understanding the situation.

Hearing him, you turned back to look at him and just shook your head, knowing that he was probably going to make some bad jokes about it.

In all honesty, it shocked Carl even more to know that you were with Negan and couldn’t hide his disappointment from him.

“S-She’s with you?”

Negan smirked and approached closer to you, grabbing your waist tightly to him. You stared at him and he stared back at you. He was smirking, oddly it seemed more than genuine and you couldn’t tell if it was because he was having fun or was it because he was admitting to you being his, either way it made your heart skip a beat to see him like that.

“Hell freaking yeah! She’s mine! What did you think?!”

Carl was oddly getting pissed and just didn’t want it to be true that you belong to Negan, especially as he knew you weren’t the only wife he had.

He felt somewhat bad and feeling confident about himself, he got up and faced your man.

“I just didn’t think someone like her would willingly want to be with a psycho like you!”

He nearly spat at Negan and his comment definitely made him laugh. You laughed as well and shook your head.

“Goddamn! Right on! Now that is the badassness I wanted! Wanna fight me for her?”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and grabbed his arm to pull him away.

“Come on Negan…Stop messing around with him…I’m so sorry Carl…”

He didn’t budged and stared at the boy for a long while with his big grin, wide eyed and realized something. He kept blushing and staring at you, making him understand that he certainly grew to have a crush on you.

However, he had also witness you pecking on his cheek and knew that also had to be another reason behind his redness.

Instead of leaving him alone, he leaned backwards and made another comment to see his reaction.

“Are you still blushing? Oh come on! You’re supposed to be a badass…Not a blushing boy… Don’t tell me it was that kiss…Come on when a hot woman, like Y/N, kisses you, you don’t lose your balls like that! If you’re going to steal my woman might as well be worthy of it, kid!”

He kept egging him on and you just felt bad for him and even more when your husband mentioned the young boy’s missing eye.

“Tell me…Did you show her…Your awesome missing eye…You know…The socket…the dried up blood…”

You could see that from his words, Carl suddenly was shying away from him. His head dropped down and himself trying to cover his bandage with his hair as Negan kept getting closer.

“Don’t be like that! Show her your eye! You like her don’t you! If you do then show her what you are and who you really are! A psychopathic future serial killer with a disgusting eye…That’s who you are…”

His nose was now crinkling and you knew he was more than on the verge of tears, and that you couldn’t handle it, the idea of child crying was a little too much for you.

You pulled Negan back and went closer to Carl. Turning towards your old man, you crossed your arms and sternly told him, “Alright, enough Negan…You’re making him cry…It’s not funny anymore…”

~~~~

As Carl heard you, he figured you would side with him even more if he gave you a real show and just decided to go with it. He teared up even more and as you heard him, you turned to look at him to wrap your arm around his shoulder.

You pulled him closer and with your other hand you wiped his tears away. It made Negan instantly jealous and suddenly he stood up straight, trying to ask you to come back to him.

“It’s okay Carl…Don’t listen to him…He’s always like that…”

He nodded and you felt his breathing being ragged. It tore you up even more and stroking his hair, you looked him in the eye and said, “You don’t need to worry so much about your eye…You’re a charming young man…That’s just a little scar, don’t let it be your weakness and bring you down…Especially not from a big man child like Negan!”

You shot your gaze back at him and he looked shocked. It made you smirk to see him that way and as you looked back at Carl, you noticed him nodding and wiping his tears away.

“Thank you, Y/N…”, he mumbled under his breath. It made you feel oddly warm to cheer him up that way and you couldn’t resist to peck him on the cheek again and pull him into a hug as you said your goodbyes. His sister cheered him up as well with her own hug and you all stayed in a little embrace for a moment, making your husband more than jealous of the situation.

“Don’t mention it…See you next time…Okay…”, you said as you stroked his hair back and cupped his cheek for a moment.

You then looked back at Negan and crossing your arms, said, “And you mister! No more teasing him like that…he’s not yours to torment!”

He couldn’t find anything to say and as you approached him he opened his mouth, only for you to push him away and walk pass him.

You were being playful with him and laughed as he called your name from behind. He turned back to look at Carl and noticed him smiling.

~~~~

He had thought of apologizing for it but seeing him like that, dumbfounded him and pointing towards him, he said,“Wh-Why the hell are you smiling? Y-you were a mess earlier…”

Carl shrugged and feeling bold told him, “I was…But you know…I can pretend…and I got Y/N to cheer me up…She kissed my cheek twice…She hugged me…and most importantly she picked me over you…”

And with that, he turned back to walk in his house, leaving Negan shocked behind.

It made him stutter out, “Y-you! You tricked her! Unfair! Hey come back out!”

In a slight panic, he ran back towards you and started acting like a pouty and grumpy kid.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Wait for me!”

~~~~

He was quite fast and surprised you as he stood near you. Walking with you towards the cars, he held your arm and reported to you what had happened.

“Carl lied to you! He was faking it! The tears and everything else!”

You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head to hear him. You just had a feeling Negan was being petty and acting like that just to get your attention.

“Yeah right…Your words and attitude really didn’t get under a young boy’s skin…Jeez Negan…Like i’d ever believe that…”

“B-but- He admitted it!”

“No buts mister…I’ve seen you make grown men and women cry like that from your unnecessary comments…so a young teenager is no exception…”

He frowned even more and looked away from you, he just couldn’t believe you weren’t siding with him.

You laughed to check on him and decided to cheer him back up as you got nearer to the cars.

“Are you seriously jealous of a teenager, Negan?”

He looked back at you and seemed to hesitate between yes and no. You sighed and cupped his face and told him, “Well you shouldn’t…I love you…Not anyone else…”

At those words, his smile came back and he chuckled. Shrugging out of excitement, he held your hands in his and asked you, “Really?”

“Yes, really…Now stop acting like a baby…and get over it…”

He bit his lip and ended up nodding in agreement until you added more.

“Also…No more teasing him like that…I know you were trying to be playful…But that’s not the way to get to know a kid at first…Maybe when you get closer, you can start teasing and roasting him like that…”

He looked up and down and took a deep breath before looking back into your eyes. He reluctantly nodded and ended up agreeing.

“Fine…i’ll try…I won’t hurt his little feelings…”

“That’s good to hear…”

You nodded along and pecked him on the lips to hear his answer. You stared at each other with a smile and about to laugh, only for him to add a little something.

“Yeah…but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep my eyes off of him from now on whenever you’re around…”

As you opened the door to get in the car, you stood still for a moment and tilted your head to the side as you asked him to explain.

“What do you mean by that?”

He seemed taken aback and ended staying by the open car door just as you before answering you in his loud voice.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice?! Y/N it’s been the subject matter since the freaking beginning! He clearly has some weird fucking crush on you! Did you see the way he looked at you?!”

You laughed at his meaning and knew it was the perfect moment to tease him about it.

“Negan, language! And…Of course I noticed! It’s me we were talking about…Of course that was bound to happen…I just have that magic on every guy!”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and smirk mischievously, leaving him hanging as you stepped in the car.

He followed you and was trying to convince you of never coming back to make sure Carl wasn’t going to have his hopes up, only for you to laugh and be adamant about coming back and keeping the promise you made to the young man, making him get frustrated again.

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Color illustrations from the French version of the Tron film novelization, by Nadine Forster

The Team Night

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Pairing: The Avengers x Peter Parker x You

Request: I have another imagine idea! Maybe an imagine where Tony decides Peter is gonna meet the avengers (and like all the avengers, pretend that everything’s okay now? Lol) and he’s all excited to have a protege and then Natasha comes in with one (surprise) and tony and Nat start bickering but the reader and Peter only have eyes for each other? Thank you!!! (anonymous)

Word count: 945

A/N: I have gotten so slow with these requests and I’m so sorry about that! I just started watching Supernatural and I got instantly hooked… Oops. 

Anyway, I hope that this was what you were hoping for and that you’ll love it!


”So, Peter, are you nervous?” Tony asked while walking him to the compound. Tonight, the Avengers were having a team night and Tony thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce Peter to them. “A little bit” Peter confessed. “But I am very grateful for this opportunity Mr. Stark, to meet the Avengers. And not having to fight Captain America this time.” he continued with laughing nervously. “Don’t worry kid, you are going to be fine. The team is excited to meet you”. Tony assured him and the biggest smile spread to Peter’s face. “The Avengers? Were excited to meet me? This is the best day ever” Peter thought and tried to stop the ridiculously happy smile from growing to his face.

The elevator doors opened and the whole team was there waiting for him. Peter looked at all the superheroes in front of him and tried to fight the fanboy from coming out of him. He introduced himself to the whole team when he noticed that they were short one member. “Where is Natasha?” Tony asked before Peter could. “She is on her way. Should be here any minute.” Steve replied and turned his attention back to Peter “Oh by the way, good job at Berlin. You put up a good fight kid” He said with a proud look. Bucky and Sam gave each other unimpressed looks and gave a simultaneous eyeroll at Steve’s comment.

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The elevator doors opened again when Natasha finally arrived. Peter turned his gaze at her and the fanboy almost took over him but then he saw another person standing next to her. A beautiful girl who seemed to be his age. Peter couldn’t stop staring her. She was gorgeous. “Hey guys, this is Y/N my protege.” Natasha greeted everyone and introduced the girl. Y/N, wow that’s a pretty name, Peter thought. “What the hell Natasha?” Tony yelled at her. 

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an au where kara’s pod crash lands right by fort rozz, since that was what indigo locked onto to get them all out and astra finds her instead of clark and immediately takes kara away because i’m p sure a lot of astra’s hatred of alura was bc she thought, for over 10 years, that alura didn’t heed her warning and that her pride was more important than kara’s life, but all the Fort Rozz escapees would still want Kara dead so Astra takes Kara and then they go into hiding

but Kara’s curious and wants to do more than hide and sometimes the best way to hide is in plain sight so she goes to school and sometimes uses her powers more than she should and stands out a bit more than she would have with the Danvers, more than a little bit because the Danvers at least had a baseline to be like no, no that is something you can’t do as a human and that is way beyond current human science no, you can’t correct your teacher on Newton’s laws Kara and she’d definitely seek out her baby cousin, even if he’s not so much of a baby anymore, although Astra would be right there with her and probably would get into a big fight over custody and in this version, yeah Astra wouldn’t let Kara go to a human family when Kara has her Kara’s cousin wanting to spend time with her but him dropping her off w humans to live? Yeah no, she’s not risking her niece like that.

So Clark actually spends time with Kara maybe, but more so as Clark Kent, and maybe takes Kara to visit the Danvers so she still knows Alex pretty well and Clark makes sure she’s signed up for school and help her with English and History (Clark’s no slouch in the math and department, he took Calc III, but this girl is barely a teenager and already running rings around his comprehension. His only consolation is that although Astra can keep up, it’s keeping up, not out pacing Kara.)

Tbh the main way he convinces Astra is that humans are really good at art–and look how animated Kara is after taking that one art class with people her age! And yeah, they’re still on the move and Kara would totally fly to school from like a different part of the country and have her home address be Clark’s place in Metropolis bc yeah they kinda have to keep on the move a bit–and kara wants to explore, and so does astra, she’s bored–but yeah she goes to school in metropolis

and maybe Clark’s like. shit. shit i am in my 20s wait you know who has a kid sister? Lex. What was her name again? Oh! Lena. She’s smart so she can keep up with Kara, and she seemed nice. Maybe they’ll get along! And oh yeah, Lois has a little sister, Lucy! Spoiler alert: they do.

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Is That My Shirt? (E.D) Part 1

Summary: You’re the twins assistant, and while they were in Jersey visiting their family and friends, you were back in LA handling all the business stuff. What you didn’t know was they were coming home earlier than planned, so maybe dancing around half naked in their apartment wasn’t such a great idea. Or was it?

Word Count: 1,571

Warnings: None.

A/N: This was all @ddolanss idea, I’m just writing it lol. Hopefully I did it justice! Lemme know what you guys think! <3 

There will be a part 2 to this ;) …

* * The twins are 19 in this. * * 


Reader’s POV

I was just a normal girl attending college here in LA at UCLA. Struggling to balance keeping up with my classes, and a shitty full time job as a waitress. It was stressful, but I needed to pay for tuition somehow. I was on Facetime with my parents one day, and they ended up telling me about this pretty cool job that they’ve heard about through one of their friends. Turns out their friend was a cousin of some guy who happens to be a security guard for some twins called The Dolan Twins, and apparently they were pretty big YouTubers. My parents told me their manager was looking for a personal assistant for them, and I guess my parents friend must’ve put in a few good words, because next thing I knew I was contacted by the boys manager. 

Now here I am! 

A year later, and I was finishing up my last year in college. I was no longer a waitress. Instead I was a personal assistant to two of the coolest dudes ever! Not to mention the hottest guys I’ve ever met! Ethan and Grayson Dolan, also known as The Dolan Twins. I remember when I first met them, I had a hard time believing they were only 19. They looked like they were around my age, either 23 or somewhere in their early 20s. They were the hottest and fittest 19 year olds I’ve ever met. Especially Ethan. But I knew that I needed to keep things professional, so I immediately pushed all the dirty, kinky thoughts right out of my head.

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How Nations Age

I’ve been thinking about this lately, so here’s how I personally headcanon the nations aging.

  • We never see any actual infants in Hetalia. Since these people are born representing their nations and likely don’t have anyone to raise them from infancy, they’d come into existence already old enough to have some level of independence. So, old enough to walk and talk and eat solid food and the like. Therefore, nations come into being around the rough human age of 3-4.
  • From the time they are born, nations will age rather slowly (but steadily) as their government and society develops and they kind of begin to define who they are as a nation. The growth rate at this stage can vary.
  • As a young nation gains more control over its own affairs, it will prosper and grow faster. 
  • However, this growth is often stunted if the young nation is a protectorate or colony, or otherwise being strongly influenced by a foreign power. Nations will generally stop growing at a prepubescent age if they are still being controlled by a foreign power (this is why the micronations are generally young).
  • When a young nation/colony has a strong push for independence, they will start growing again even before they gain that independence (this is why America aged so rapidly).
  • Nations age more quickly during periods of mass upheaval (like American revolution), or events that drastically affect their land and people (such as a civil war, invasion, foreign occupation, or war that takes place heavily on their own soil). This aging is usually comparatively fast for a nation and may even approach the rate at which humans age from time to time.

Example: America would have been discovered by European nations bearing an appearance age of about 3. He would have aged as the American colonies began to develop but would have begun to stall just before puberty. After England leaves him alone for a while, he starts yearning for independence and begins to age again. By the time the revolution starts he’s about 14. He continues to age during the revolution, and by the time it’s over he’s about 16. He stays pretty steady until the civil war, then ages another couple of years and looks about 18 by the end. Since WWI took place mostly off American soil, he didn’t age much during WWI. He aged to 19 during WWII due to more involvement and a more direct homeland connection through Pearl Harbor and territories in the Pacific theatre.

First crush (part 1)

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get. 

Word count: 1544 (this part is pretty long, the other parts are going to be shorter)

A/N: This is the first thing that I have ever written so please go easy on me. I have written five parts to this story and I’m going to post a new part everyday. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! So here we go. I hope you guys like it!

PS You can send me requests if you want! I can write about almost any Avenger. By sending me requests you can help me improve myself. 

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You were Tony Stark’s biggest secret. You were his daughter. Only his closest friends and the Avengers knew about you. You were tired of it. Last weekend while the Avengers were on a mission you watched all the teen movies and romantic comedies you could find on Netflix. After each movie, you were more and more tired of the way you were living. Your whole life you have been home schooled, you’ve never had any real friends or boyfriends. Not even crushes (well if you don’t count the short crush you had on Bucky when he first moved to the compound). You wanted to experience the whole teenage life. All the high school drama, hating your teachers for giving you too much homework for the weekend and crushing over all the cute high school boys. So, when your dad came back from the mission you went to him immediately and told him that you wanted to go to a regular high school. “Why in the hell would you wanna to go to that teen hell?” was your dad’s first reaction. After hours and hours of persuading him, your dad finally gave in.

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With All My Heart - Part 2

Word Count: 2225

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight panic attack

A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged. 

Thanks to @impalaimagining for beta-ing this for me super fast at 1:30am! 

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Running out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every single time.

“Well, don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again, although you didn’t exactly tell her that.

“Fuck you too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee before looking you over one more time.

“You really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess I need to go beg Don for my job back.”

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Fathoms Below - Mermaid/Pirates AU with Jason Todd

A/N: So this is just part one. It has no Jaybird in it yet (Well, except for the very last sentence.) If you want to be added to my tag list for this new series, hit me up with an ask or a message. 

Tagging: @kamuithedragonlord, @cait-writes-stuff, @avengerdragoness, and @birbs-and-the-bat

Y/N stood at the helm of her ship and looked off across the waves. She could feel the mist on her skin and taste the salt from the water. She had loved the ocean as long as she had been alive. She hadn’t always been on a ship though.

She was born the child of a moderately wealthy family. They were not gentry by any means, but they had the means to live relatively comfortably. Her older sister had struck a match with a naval captain and moved to a big house on a hill. Y/N watched as her sister wasted away in a loveless marriage whilst living in the lap of luxury.

Y/N decided at a very young age that she would not make the same mistake. So when her parents announced she was to be married to another naval officer that was a close friend of her sister’s husband, she knew she needed to move.

She cut her hair off and dressed as a servant boy and ran away in the middle of the night. She found work as a galley boy on a merchant ship and left before daylight. She knew what she did was dangerous and foolish and that her family would never forgive her, but she also knew that continuing on as she had been and following the path her parents set wouldn’t be really living.

It hadn’t taken long for her to figure out exactly how a ship worked. She studied those around her and learned from example. She caught on faster than anyone the other sailors had ever seen.

One night, the merchant ship she was working was boarded by pirates. It turned out that one of the sailors was a spy for the ship, looking for a particularly expensive cargo to steal. The ship was ransacked and crippled so that they couldn’t pursue. Not that a merchant ship could do any substantial damage, but we couldn’t have them running to the Navy before the pirates could get away, now could we?

The spy for the pirates told his captain about Y/N’s skill. He took one look at the “boy” and offered him a small job on the crew. He was not a heartless man, but someone looking to make a quick buck off the misfortune of others. Besides, he had once had a son, but the boy perished of disease. Maybe it would do the ship some good to have youngblood learning the lifestyle.

Y/N knew she probably shouldn’t say yes, but the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The pirates cheered and the captain welcomed her aboard.

Months went by and the Captain began to look at her as if she were his own. He didn’t know her secret, none of the crew did. She got even better at running a ship and was elevated to various positions of command.

The Captain took it upon himself to train Y/N as his successor. He knew that to be a pirate captain was to maintain a slim balance of intimidation and people pleasing. If you weren’t intimidating, anyone could overthrow you. But if you didn’t take care of your crew, it wouldn’t matter how scary you were, they would slit your throat in the middle of the night and leave you for the sharks to eat.

He taught her every trick in the book. It was when they were sword fighting that he realized his lad was really a lass all along. But by that time, Y/N was practically his child and he didn’t have the heart to expose her or to send her away. So instead, he trained her harder. He put more expectations on her. If she was to be a Captain then she had better be ready for more pressure than ever. No man would willingly follow a female captain unless she was worth her salt.

When he was sure she could take whatever they threw at her, they revealed to the crew her true identity.  By then, the crew knew she was worth her weight in gold as a sailor. Some of the hands tried to raise a fuss, but the majority accepted it as a fact. Captain says the woman stays. She ain’t caused any trouble until this point so she might as well keep working.

When she was made first mate, there were grumblings, but they were quickly tamped down.

One night, long after the crew had settled down to her being second in charge. Her “father” fell ill. He wasn’t sick for long, but it seemed like an eternity to Y/N. Three days after his illness began, he passed away in his sleep. The crew were all shaken, but Y/N squared her shoulder and took charge. She fell into the role of leadership like she had been born to it.

Y/N took her eyes off the horizon as her thoughts returned to the present.

“First Mate Silver, how are we on this fine day?” She called out. The middle aged man meandered to the steps leading up to the platform on which she stood.

“Just fine, Captain. Looking to be a storm brewing to the South though.” The man pointed a finger to a microscopic cloud on the horizon.

“We’ll have to keep an eye out on that.” She muttered.

“Aye, Captain, we will. Might be a job for the night crew though.” Silver said.

“The sun is getting pretty low, isn’t it?” Y/N said as she handed control of the helm to the First Mate. “Keep us on track. I’m going to retire early.”

“Aye, Captain. Get a good rest.” The First Mate called as she went below. She made her way to her quarters. It was still odd to think that the room her adopted father had once called home were now hers. She felt a pang in her heart as she remembered him. She sighed and laid down on her bed. She was so busy during the day that she barely had time to mourn him, but at night she liked to remember him and let her heart heal.

She quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake up when someone entered the room. She didn’t feel the ropes looping around her hands and feet, but she startled awake when they pulled tight. She let out a yell, but was quickly silenced when someone stuck a cloth in her mouth. “Sorry, pretty, but Silver doesn’t take orders from a woman.” Her treacherous First Mate threw her over his shoulder and carried her up to the main deck.

She kicked and screamed into her gag, but his hold on her was firm.

“You know, Captain Silver, she is actually a really pretty little thing when ya be thinking about it.” One of the crew members said.

“Maybe Poseidon will make her his bride.” Silver joked as he set her on the railing. “Sorry, little mermaid, but the only reason we held out this long was for the old Captain’s memory. He wanted you to be a Captain and by golly you were. For a month. I’ll be saying a prayer for your soul.” He said as he pushed her overboards.

Y/N took a deep breath before she hit the water. She sunk like a ton of bricks and was fading quickly. She tried with all her might to kick back to the surface, but only succeeded in tiring herself out. She began to cry as her lungs burned, the only reason she knew was because of the warm water around her eyes. She sighed as her vision blurred, but right before the darkness hit her, she felt a pair of strong arms grab her waist.

The Hunting Academy

Originally posted by yourockmoose

Summary: The reader starts work at the brand new Hunting Academy where she runs into some new faces…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Inspired by this post about the boys…


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Theo’s return (part 1)


Plot: The reader is new at the McCall pack, very lovable girl and also a werewolf, and gets to be there when Theo gets back.

Word Counting : 827

Pairing : Theoxreader

Warnings : spoilers of s6 ep6

a/n : definitely not my favorite, but.. ehhh… I might wright that again one day and update it 

It was no wonder how the Mccall pack had major trust issues, especially after what happened with Theo, but with the wild hunt, and the disappearances taking place in Beacon hills, they were desperate for help. And that was all it took to ask help from y/n.

She was new at Beacon hills high and also another werewolf. Liam caught her sent the moment she passed through the door. He immediately went on texting Scott about it and everyone in the pack seemed quite intrigued by her. They weren’t at a point they could trust anyone, but she seemed too innocent to even hurt anyone. She barely talked to anyone and she could be mistaken for a really shy person.

And they were right. After the night of full moon, Lydia and Parish found her chained to a tree at the forest. She still had problems with controlling the shifting, but she was getting better and better. Next thing she knew, she had a bunch of new friends at her new school, and that meant, sharing their problems, and helping them to find a solution. Which led to what was happening now…

Y/n Liam and Hayden were walking at the tunnels

They two of them went talking about how bad the plan was, and y/n couldn’t really think of why. Of course she didn’t know Theo the way they were. The pack had already informed her about his actions and him being a narcissist and psychotic egoistical little bastard (and also a “fucking asshole” as Malia described him). But, since they were running out of time and ideas, and Theo seemed to be the only one who could help her friends, she wouldn’t understand why they were so skeptical about it, especially when they had leverage against him.

Soon they met up with an Asian woman.

She too went on, reminding Liam how bad of a plan that was, but he was pretty determined.

“Kira entrusted me with her sword while she’s with the skin walkers and now I’m trusting you” She sincerely said “Because I believe she would want me to. Do not mistake this for me agreeing to your decision.” She concluded making herself clear.

“I understand” Liam said shortly “Kira just… stabbed her sword into the ground”

“If you want to do this, you have to do this yourself “ the woman added and went on giving Liam the sword.

It was obvious that he wasn’t very eager to do this, yet he still took it and went to complete what he started.

“And once it’s done, whatever it happens will be your responsibility” She spoke again.

Liam took one last look at Hayden and y/n and then he raised the sword.

When Hayden went to stop him it was pretty late.

The sword was in the ground.

Y/n watched everything in slight terror and amusement. She only saw these kind of things happened in movies.

The ground cracked and a few meters away a boy about her age, maybe a little older came out. He was covered in mud and dust, and he too was a werewolf.

“Theo” She whispered while her mind was blown away because of what she just witnessed

The boy was growling and went full on defense.

He attacked y/n first, trying to understand what was happening and in the process he was choking her. It was clear that he was confused and seeing new faces was not a good thing right at that moment

“We are the ones that brought you back” Hayden said trying to calm him down.

“Where is my sister?” He asked almost scared.

“She died a long time ago” Liam picked very carefully the words he used since he was afraid of how the wolf may react and might hurt y/n.

“You killed her, remember?” Hayden added cautiously

“I’m gonna kill you too, I’m gonna kill all of you” He said giving death glares to everyone around. This made y/n a bit terrified, well, more than she already was. She didn’t have to encounter with someone who seemed as ruthless as Theo in her past. He seemed unpredictable and it scared her.

“Send him back” Hayden said not knowing what else to do.

Liam went on threatening him a little and telling him how they needed him.

After Theo calmed down he let y/n go, but not before he asked the others “And who is this?”

“She is y/n, a new friend, so behave yourself! She is far too good for you” Hayden added giving him a death glare as she watched the way his eyes traveled on her face.

She looked so innocent to his eyes, and that is exactly why she caught his interest.

“You know, destroying good is my specialty” He said almost seductively to y/n’s ear caressing her back just a little and making her blush like never before

“You know, we still have the sword right?” Liam said irritated 


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We Got Married: Again

We Got Married: Again
[Sometimes new opportunities were in the form of old lovers │Simon D]

Initially when your company had recommended you go on We Got Married you were wary. It sounded like way too much of an investment and commitment, but the more you thought about it you welcomed it. And your manager did quite the good job convincing you that this was good for your image.

Your whole image was going through a revamp. You recently left your old company and this was your big chance to debut as a solo singer. To give the industry a taste of who you really were and not the concept your previous company had assigned. That sharp tongue, tough girl was too much maintenance to keep up with. All of your moves, and words were almost too calculated and precise. And that just wasn’t who you were.

You loved your idol days but this was finally something you were doing for you.

And the idea of meeting someone that show producers thought were compatible was pretty exciting.

You sat anxiously as the producers and writers interviewed you for the show. “When was the last time you were in a relationship?”

Giggling you mulled it over. “It would have been about six years ago?”

“Really? You didn’t date at all?”

“There was never any time” you looked down. “We prompted a lot as a group and even after our dating ban, I focused on my solo career.”

“At what age do you want to get married?”

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