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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton One Shot

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Talk about a third date. 

If it were any other boy you’d probably be out at a restaurant or something on a night like this, flirting nervously across the dinner table while you try to decipher if he likes you enough to take your relationship to the next level. You’ve gone through the dating routine once or twice before, and had a pretty good idea of what to expect; if someone had told you a month ago you’d be standing right outside of a boxing ring while your date and another shirtless man beat each other to a pulp, you would’ve thought they were crazy. 

The crowd around you gasps and your own stomach lurches, empathetically feeling the punch that Ashton just took to the cheek. Blood is already dripping down his face, the source of it located just over his left eyebrow. He looks like a mess yet he’s still on his feet somehow, determined to keep retaliating, apparently even if it kills him. 

“Don’t worry,” Calum says next to you after noticing your concerned expression, “I’ve seen him win in worse conditions." 

You want to smile, appreciative of his effort to ease your mind, but every couple of seconds Ashton keeps getting hit, hard. It doesn’t matter to you whether he wins or loses, you just hope that your fourth date won’t have to take place beside a hospital bed. 

"Is it almost over?” you ask Calum, too new to this sport to know the ins and outs of the rule book. 

“One more round after th–Oh!

You missed what happened, but look back at the ring to find the opponent, a man named Donovan Diaz, struggling to stand up. Given the cheers from the audience, it sounds like most of the people here have their money on Ashton, and he just brought them one step closer to profiting. 

The round concludes and the fighters return to their separate corners, two teams quickly making their way into the ring to begin fixing up their boys. You wish you were allowed up there, yearning just to talk to Ashton, to treat him gently after witnessing the beating he’s taken for the last half an hour. Sitting on the short stool between rounds is the closest he’s been to you all night, each break like a minute-long tease that only makes you want to be near him more. You haven’t even said hi to him yet, not given the chance to do so before the match started. 

He knows you’re here, though. He spotted you next to his friend Calum after walking away from the first round, and lost focus for a brief second to give you a smile and a flirty wink. Some crowd members noticed, chiming in with playful remarks and whistles, causing your cheeks to burn bashfully. Ashton seemed so confident and well put together then, but that spark isn’t as evident now that he can barely keep his swollen eyes open while his crew tidies up his blood-splattered face. 

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Gravity

// character: peter parker/spider-man

// pairing: peter x reader

// summary: “I knew you’d catch me. You always catch me.”

***

You didn’t expect there to be this many guards.

The amount of black-clad, heavily-armed, and well-trained soldiers chasing after you could probably fill a stadium, you think as your feet pound against the sleek floors of the hallways, searching for a way out.

The bio-weapon is tucked neatly in the bag slung around your shoulder. It’s a simple retrieval mission, get in, acquire the weapon, get out. But you start to think maybe you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew. As a bullet whizzes directly towards where your head was seconds before, you grit your teeth and run harder.

They’re everywhere, and closing fast. Yet another hallway leads to a dead end, and you curse, ducking into a nearby door and shutting it softly behind you. “Where the hell are you?” you hiss into your comm link.

“The cops just picked up the ringleader,” comes Peter’s swift reply. “He’ll be behind bars soon. I’m coming.”

You bite your lip. “Hurry. I can’t get out; they’ve got all the exits blocked.”

“Air vents?”

“Sealed, all of them. Peter,” you breathe, and for just a moment, the fear creeps into your voice, “there’s too many of them. I can’t take them all.”

There’s a slow exhale on the other end, and you can picture the tiny downturn of his lips, the way he fidgets with his hands when he’s nervous. “Listen to me, just sit tight, okay? The police are on there way, and I’ll be there in a bit.”

You pause for a moment, listening to the thundering of footsteps. "I don’t think waiting is an option.” Silence replies, and you take a deep breath. “Meet me on the northeast side of the building, okay? Three minutes. Be ready.”

“What? What are you–”

“Three minutes, Peter. Just trust me.”

You hear him sigh,  and there’s a long hesitation. “Okay.”

Your fingers are shaking ever so slightly as they set a timer on your watch. You open the door, just a crack, barely enough to see out of. The hall looks empty. Holding your breath, you push it further and slip out, barely making a sound.

You slip into a rhythmic jog, keeping your footfalls muffled while sticking close to the walls. When you stop, across from you is a floor-to-ceiling window, orange light from the sinking sun streaming in and making the room glow. There’s two halls spreading out from here, but both of them lead to locked doors. You take a deep breath and glance through the glass. You’re standing on the fifth floor, the concrete sidewalk looking merciless beneath you. The elevator’s shut down, the stairs blocked. There’s no other way out.

Maybe this isn’t one of your best ideas. Just a second off in timing could leave you splattered on the pavement or overwhelmed by guards. But there’s not much of a choice right now. Two minutes, fourteen seconds. Your heart thumps uncomfortably as you watch seconds tick down, waiting. You’re nervous, but Peter always has your back, you remind yourself. Even before he got his powers, he was your hero. He’ll catch me. He always does.

You hear the attacker before he pulls the trigger, ducking out of the way as his bullet hits the glass behind you. As a web of cracks blooms from the hole, you throw yourself at the man, easily swiping his gun and knocking him to the floor. Fortunately, he doesn’t get back up, but a fresh wave of soldiers streams into the room. Peter’s still a full minute out.

For a few more seconds, you can stand your ground. You hold them off fairly well, except they just keep coming, like some multiplying hydra; every time you take out one soldier, four take its place. You’re backed further and further against the glass. Swallowing hard, you eye the street below you nervously. Your timer’s still ticking down from twelve, but right about now, you don’t have many options.

“Peter?” you say, and, without waiting for a reply, “I love you.”

Glass explodes from the window as you throw yourself through it. You’re falling, spiraling towards the ground, a helpless victim of gravity. You can’t even hear the scream rip from your throat, don’t even feel the glass slicing your skin. Adrenaline rushes through you. The air is all-consuming as you cut through it, the concrete getting closer and closer.

You’re vaguely aware of onlookers staring from the ground at the body falling from the sky. Your body, soon to be nothing more than a splatter on the pavement. He’ll come, you tell yourself, screwing your eyes shut and letting your heart race at the speed of sound as fear washes over you. He’ll catch me.

He’ll always catch me.

And then he’s there. Suddenly, you’re pressed against his chest, with his heartbeat in your ears alongside your own, and he’s the only real thing in the world. You’re in his arms, you’re in Peter’s arms, and here, you’re safe. You let yourself breathe again.

He’s yelling something, but it’s lost to the roar of the wind and the rush of blood in your head. You’re low enough to brush the tops of cars if you point your toes, and it hits you how close you came. But you’re alive. You’re with him.

Peter touches down neatly on the sidewalk, clinging to you for a long moment before yanking you into an alley, away from clicking cell phones and prying eyes. He pulls off his mask, revealing pale cheeks and wide, terrified eyes beneath them.  "What were you thinking?“ he yells, his hands clutching yours tightly enough to make his knuckles go white, even now. "Jumping out a freaking window? I thought…God, Y/N, I thought I was gonna lose you.” He pulls you close again, your body curving into his as he presses his head against your shoulder. “If I had been even a second later–”

“You weren’t,” you say softly.

“But I could’ve been.”

“Peter,” you pull back, tilting his chin upwards with your hand and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m okay. You saved me. I knew you’d catch me.”  You look at him, his deep brown eyes finally locking on yours. “You always catch me.”

He lets out a little breath of laughter, running his hand through your hair, and it brings a smile to your face. “I swear, if you scare me like that again…” he warns.

You smirk. “You’ll what? Ground me?” Grinning, you slip the bag over your head and dangle it in front of him. “I got the weapon, Webhead.”

A smile eases its way onto his face as he swipes it out of your hands. “After we return this to the police, you’re buying me a coffee as an apology” he announces, slipping on his mask. “And a biscotti. I think I deserve it.”

“Pig,” you say with a snort, playfully bumping your shoulder into his.

Peter laughs and grabs your waist, letting you hook your arms around his neck. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispers softly, letting out a small breath as he launches a web at the rooftop and swings into the sky. “And I love you, too.”

Which One (NSFW)

Originally posted by anotherscarlettblog

dom!Bucky x sub!Natasha x dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dear god so much smut, Принцесса = princess, Мадам = madam, Котенок = kitten, сержант = sergeant

A/N: I’m just cranking out fucking stories today, jesus. This is such a long fucking fic and I’m not even remotely sorry about that. I might need to bathe in holy water after this…


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Just Ask - Part 5

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I’m at a coffee shop, taking full advantage of their free internet to queue these up, aahhhh I hate moving and being Internet-less. 

This one is for you @nathalieruaudel! You beautiful french macaroon you ❤️

Part 4

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K A I R O S | 02 |

/ˈkīräs/

(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Word count: 6 912 -ish
Author’s note: Surprise!! :DD bet yall didnt see this coming hmm. okay but im really nervous about this one.

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“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”

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Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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I Can’t Love You Back

Summary: You try to make sense of lingering feelings for Jensen, even as you find your own happiness without him. Third part to Two-Prompt One-Shot #43 and Heart Won’t Lie
Pairing: Jensen x Reader (more implied in this installment)
Word Count: 1400
Warnings: None, I think?
Challenge: @wayward-oneshots 300 Follower Challenge! Brook, I’m so sorry this is so late. My prompt was Easton Corbin’s I Can’t Love You Back

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The King Is Back

Title: The King Is Back

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, and a few others

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warning: We got some angst and we got some smut

A/N: This is my submission for @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps #Stephs 500+ Followers and Birthday Challenge. My song was Devil In Disguise by Elvis Presley, lyrics are italic and bold. Enjoy!!!


Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush


Slamming another shot, she looked around the bar, her eyes landing on a man staggering between pool tables. Signaling the bartender, she ordered another round before walking over to him.

“Hey handsome, need a partner?”

Dean spun, staggering back a little into the pool table behind him, dragging his eyes up and down her body. “Mmm, I bet you’d make one hell of a partner sweetheart.”

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Let’s Make a Deal {Part IV}

Author: Zoe

(A/N:Here we go,everyone! Sorry for the wait! This is officially the second-to-last chapter of Let’s Make a Deal.)

Mobster! Cassian x Reader

Plot Summary: 1954. All you cared about was earning money and surviving in the concrete jungle that we call New York City. However, ever since WWII ended, crime was rampant all around, and you managed to land right in the heart of it all. Cassian Andor was one of the local crime bosses, and the two of you managed to cross paths.

The anti-racketeering bill had been vetoed by an incredible 13-1 vote, leaving much to be celebrated by Cassian’s gang. With your immense numbers of alcohol and Cassian’s ‘persuasion,’ you had managed to get the government to do what you wanted.

And that called for a celebration.

Drinks were flowing as you made toasts from behind the counter, dressed a little nicer with a black dress and makeup for the party. “To Cassian! For stopping another prohibition and saving my bar!” You shouted from the top of the counter as the men whooped and hollered in glee.

“Of course, we would have been useless without this woman here!” Cassian smiled, climbing up next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. “To Y/N! For helping us get councilmen inebriated enough to vote against the bill!”

“Cheers!” They all yelled, clapping as you saw Jasmine and Cohen sharing a celebratory and most likely tipsy kiss. You chuckled, raising your glass as everyone drank.

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Jaebum x Reader [featuring GOT7 x BTS]  →  angel!au / demon!au
Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

Masterlist (including teasers)
A/N: chapters are updated every Friday

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Old Friends (3/?)

Summary:

  y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?  

Warnings: Swearing, sexual tension, a little bit of drama

Pairings: Sam WIlson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x  Reader, Avengers x Reader

1 Week Later…

    “I seriously didn’t think dress shopping would be so stressful.” You sit down on one of the chairs placed next to the fitting room in the store Natasha and Wanda dragged you into. Wanda comes up next to you and lays a hand on your shoulder, “Come on y/n, it’s not that bad! Besides, you can’t even complain; Tony is paying for your dress, so enjoy it!” You look up and see her smiling down at you and a smile appears on your face as well. Damn it Wanda, why are you so adorable?

  It’s been a week since Tony announced that he was was throwing what he referred to as your “Welcome Party” (Sam told you that Stark just loves looking for reasons to throw giant parties). Tony made it a black tie event and you’re really excited. Well you were, before the stress of dress shopping took over. You took a deep breath and stood up from the chair, heading towards a rack of dresses you hadn’t looked at yet. As you are flipping through the dresses, you hear Nat call you from the other side of the store.

  “Y/n come here, I think we found one you might like!” Oh no, please don’t have ruffles like the last one. Nat and Wanda have great taste, there was just a couple dresses that were weird and you  wondered why people would ever buy them. You stroll over to the girls ready to hate the dress, but to when you saw it, you couldn’t stop staring at it . It was a long, black lace dress. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, and looked very form fitting. I love it. Oh my Gosh I love it, but what if it doesn’t look right?

  No one says anything, so you take the dress from Natasha and make your way to the fitting room. You can hear Nat and Wanda outside your room. They already have their dresses picked out back at the tower, this shopping trip with them is all about you. Not that you hate that, but it just makes you feel weird. It has been awhile since you’ve been close friends with other girls. You don’t consider the girls you talk to at work friends, you’ve only went out with them a couple times when you and Sam weren’t talking. And those couple times were okay, but they were nothing compared to being with your best friend back in your hometown. Maybe it’s time for a trip home… the sound of Wanda calling your name knocks you out of your thoughts.

  “Y/n, did you put it on yet? We want to see it!”

  “No. Hold on, Wanda!”

   You unzip the dress and step into it. You start pulling it up your body until it reaches the top of your chest, you turn around to zip it back up and close your eyes. Breathe. You turn back around and look in the mirror. Well damn. The dress fits perfectly. You smooth your hands down the body of the dress. It hugs all your curves right, and even makes your breasts look pretty damn hot. You twirl around to see how the back looks, and it’s even better. The back of the dress dips down to your lower back, and it outlines the shape of your ass perfectly. Thank God for squats. You can feel yourself starting to smile like an idiot. You’ve never felt this honest to God beautiful in a dress before. You whip the fitting room door open and strut out in front of Wanda and Nat.

   “Well guys, you found the perfect dress!” You smiled and twirled yourself again for you friends. When you turn back to face them, they both have huge smiles and Wanda is clapping.

  “OH MY GOD Y/N! It’s perfect! Barnes is going to lose it!” Her and Natasha start giggling and you just tilt your head to the side from your confusion.

   “Whoa whoa whoa! Who said anything about Bucky, guys?” You are genuinely confused as to why they would think that. Do they all think I have a thing for Buck? He’s the one that’s all over me, I just like fucking with him! Great.

  “Will you calm down? We all see the way that he looks at you y/n. And the flirting, it’s disgusting. Just put the man out of his misery and do something!” You shoot Nat a death glare and go back into the fitting room. You hear Nat’s phone go off and 20 seconds later you hear her curse under her breath.

  “Who ya talking to, Nattie?” you ask as you walk out. Natasha has a hard look on her face and Wanda’s face almost looks identical.

  “What’s wrong?”  Oh no, what could have happened? I wonder if the boys got back okay from their mission…? Five million different and horrible scenarios play in your head about what could be wrong, but then you hear Wanda.

  “Y/n, everyone is fine, calm down.” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Nat grabs her purse and your dress from you and walks straight to the checkout. You give Wanda a confused look and she just shakes her head and follows behind Natasha. When you all got in the car its silent at first, until Natasha finally talks.

  “It appears there are going to be a few… special guests at Tony’s party tomorrow night.”  She looks over at Wanda and you follow her gaze. Wanda is sitting in the front seat with her forehead pressed against the car’s window.  Why does she look so upset?

“Okay, and who exactly are these special guests, and why is it making you and Wanda so upset?”

  Natasha sighs and takes a minute before she answers. “The Secretary of State, Ross, and some of his employees.”  How did you know that name? It sounds so familiar…OH SHIT.

  “Please tell me it’s not the same man that started the Accord fiasco, and put our friends in a floating fucking jail?” Now you were mad. Why would Tony even invite him?

“Tony thought it would be a good idea for Ross to see everyone behaving, but I’m not too fond of the idea either, y/n.” Natasha’s voice is cold, but not angry.

  “No one is going to be fond of this idea, Natasha.” Wanda’s voice surprises you; it was such a harsh tone. You have never heard her like this before. But can I blame her? This man put her in a floating prison and muzzled her. What a dickbag. He better hope he doesn’t cross my path tomorrow night. The rest of the car ride is silent, but your worries about tomorrow swirling around your mind couldn’t be any louder.

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The Next Day…

   You spend the entire next day with Wanda and Natasha. The day flew by while you were doing each other’s hair and makeup, and you spent the day trying to prepare for the worst in case anything happened with Ross. You didn’t see any of the guys all day. Hmm I wonder if they got back from the mission alright?

  “They are fine y/n, hurry up. We’re ready!” she hollered from the other room. Damn, I forgot she can hear my thoughts. Stupid Wanda. You hear her laughing from the other room, she must have heard that, too.  You turn to the mirror and take one final look at yourself before you go to the party. Wanda had ended up putting your hair in a low, messy bun. And Nat did your makeup perfectly; she gave you the perfect winged eyeliner, a little lip gloss, and some blush. You all got dressed at the same time and you can’t wait to see their dress on them!  Well, this is it. You walk out of the room you were in, you see Wanda and Nat and your mouth falls open. Well hot damn.

  “YOU GUYS LOOK INCREDIBLE.” You couldn’t help but shout. They look like models! Nat had straightened her hair, with a light smokey eye as her makeup. Her dress was black, long sleeved, and flowy. It was a little higher than her knee, and had mesh strips at her neckline and towards the bottom. She winks at you and walks past you towards the elevator. Wanda was standing there, blushing and fidgeting with her fingers.

  “Do you think this looks okay, y/n?” she asked. She was fidgeting with her fingers, so you grab her hands in yours.

  “Wanda you look beautiful!” She had her hair down in big curls, and a little eyeliner on. She smiled at you and you twirl your finger around signaling her to spin so you could see the full dress. When she did, you are even more amazed. Her dress was perfect for her. It had thin straps that crossed on her back. The dress was a deep red with a narrow plunging neckline. The hemline was high-low and showed off her red heels. Overall, she was just a picture of absolute beauty; they both were. The three of you get into the elevator and click the highest floor, or as Nat called it ‘Tony’s party floor’. Geez, does Tony have a floor for everything?

  The elevator let you guys out into a small hallway and you all step out. Wanda and Nat start walking towards the opening at the end of the hall. You can already see the bar as you start walking with them and enter the room. Holy Hell, Tony. The room was enormous. You have never seen ceilings this tall, and the decorations are beautiful. One of the walls is only made up of a single pane of glass, looking out onto a balcony that is lit with little silver lights. You are so distracted looking around at all the people and decorations, you aren’t even aware of Tony walking up to you or the girls walking to the bar.

   “Well well, you look absolutely stunning, Y/n.” You turn and smile at Tony and pull him by his jacket into a hug.

  “Why thank you Tony, you clean up pretty well yourself.” He smiles and hugs you tighter. When he lets go, you look around the room and notice there are a lot of people looking your way. You nervously smooth down your dress and look for the girls or Sam. You find Sam first; he’s across the room talking to Tony’s friend, Rhodey. He waves you over and you awkwardly make your way through the crowd over to him. You walk up and Sam whistles.

 "Well damn Y/n, that dress should be illegal.“ Sam wiggles his eyes and winks at you. You roll your eyes and hug him and then Rhodey. So far everything seems to be okay. You make your way around and find Thor and Steve talking to Tony, and then you see Nat with Clint, Wanda and Vision. Aw, a cute double date. Too bad Clint has to be married. Way to ruin it, Papa Bird.  You saw Wanda laugh and knew she heard your thoughts. You wave to all of them and continue on you way to the bar. On the way there, people keep complimenting your dress and you can’t help but blush. You finally make your way to the bar and ask for a double whiskey. As you’re waiting for you drink, you feel a hand slink its way around your waist. You whip around and see Bucky standing next to you with a giant smile.

"I don’t think I have ever seen someone so beautiful, y/n.” You blush and look away. Control yourself, he’s probably said to to at least five other girls.

  You take a second to collect yourself before responding to Bucky. “Thank you, Buck. That suit looks perfect on you.“ You smile and turn back towards to bar to grab your drink. You stark to pull away but Bucky steps in front of you and slides both of his hands around your waist. You can feel the difference between the heat from his right hand and the cool metal of his left.

  "Yeah, but I bet it would look even better on my flo-” You cut him off with a laugh and accidently let a snort out. Bucky looks confused and you just smile.

  “If you were going to say it would look better on your floor, you really need to step up your game, honey. ” You get an idea and let a smirk make its way to your face. You lean up so you’re near his ear and whisper, “And you’d better hurry too, because you’ve got competition.”  When you start leaning back down you leave a path of 3 kisses trailing down his neck and hear him let out a little growl. Did he just growl? Why was that even hot? So weird. You step back and look into his eyes. He goes to say something, but a voice behind him cuts him off.

  “Y/n, come with me! I have some people I want you to meet!” Tony grabs you hand and loops it into his arm. As you walk away, you turn back towards Bucky and mouth “competition” and see his face drop. Y/n - 2, Bucky - 0.

  You laugh to yourself and follow Tony around to the group of people he wants you to meet. You meet a couple business men and their wives, some lawyers, and just some random people you don’t even know how Tony knows. But then Tony pulls you in front of a group of older looking men, he shakes all their hands and then steps aside to introduce you.

  “Y/n, this is Secretary of State Ross and some of his employees.” You eyes don’t leave Ross’s as Tony points to the other two men, in fact you don’t even catch their names. And you don’t care. You stick around and listen to the men’s conversation which just sounded boring as hell. But Ross’s tone is what did it in for you. How much power does this prick think he has? After 10 minutes, you excuse yourself. You walk away and go sit by Wanda and Vision. Well that killed the night. Fuck Ross. You stay by Vis and Wanda for a while until you see that people are starting to dance. It’s cute. You get Vis to ask Wanda to dance. She blushes and winks at you as they make their way to the dance floor. You decide it’s time for another drink and make your way back to the bar. You’ve see the team at random points in the night, either talking, playing pool, or drinking. After a another glass of whiskey, you make your way towards the ladies room in the hallway with the elevator. As you’re rounding the corner, you hear a couple voices whispering. You don’t recognize the first voice, but the second one hits you like a train. Ross. So you listen in closer.

  “What if you can’t get them to agree this time?” The first voice says.

  “I’ll just have to give Stark a little push again, then they’ll sign. They won’t have a choice this time,” Ross whispered.

  “How do you plan on doing that? Paying off another women to pretend her son died somewhere near Stark? I don’t think you’ll get that lucky again Ross.”

  Oh my God. Oh my god. The kid Tony thought was killed in Sokovia. The reason he pushed the accords so hard on the team. ROSS SET IT UP. You hear footsteps coming and panic. You continue walking, trying not to look suspicious. You say hello to all of them as you go into the women’s room.  How do I tell the team? What if I just heard it wrong? What are they trying to make the avengers agree to now? You try to breath and relax. After a couple minutes, you make your way back to the bar. As you walk up you see Tony, Sam, Steve and Bucky talking to Ross and his friends. Oh God. please don’t break out into a fist fight. Please.

  Steve and Sam start to walk away but Bucky turns back to the bar. You get closer, and as you do you hear one of  Ross’s friends (you think his name was Dan) speak to Bucky.

  “I didn’t know they let murderers come to parties Barnes. Tell me, what’s it like to be the disgusting criminal?” You hear Ross laugh and that did it.  OH fuck no. You move faster that you thought would be possible in your dress and put yourself between Bucky and Dan.

  “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” You ask innocently.

 Dan just smirks and takes a step closer, “Yeah sweetheart, I was just wondering how a man like Barnes thinks he has a right to be here.”

  You step even closer to him and shove him. “A man like Barnes deserves to be here because he is an innocent, brave man. He was painted as a monster because of asswipes like you and your friends. The difference between you and Barnes is that he didn’t have control over the things he did. You, willingly, are a fucking murderer. So before you go and open your fucking mouth to speak against him, you’d better rethink it, because I won’t think twice about shoving my four inch heel up your ass if your next words aren’t an apology to James Buchanan Barnes.” You don’t realize how loud you voice was until you look around and see everyone staring at you. Dan looks at you with wide eyes, but still doesn’t say anything.

  “I’m not hearing an apology Dan.” You tap your shoe against the floor and cross your arms. You really want to look back at Bucky, but not until he gets an apology.

  Ross steps forward in front of Dan and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Miss Y/n, everyone is entitled to their opinions.You can’t call someone out because you don’t share their feelings. And you are in no position to make threats.” Wanna Bet?

  “Well Ross, why don’t you take your opinionated  friends and see yourself out. This is Bucky’s home, and he will not be disrespected in it. So either see yourself out, or I can have you thrown out. This is a home for heroes, not people with such low morals like you and your friends. Your choice, but I’d choose quickly. I’m not feeling very generous right now.” Now you look back at Bucky and see his eyes wide, and a hint of a smile on his lips. Behind him are Sam and Steve, ready to jump in if needed.

  Ross and his friends decide to show themselves out, and the party dies down after that. You feel bad for making it weird, but there was no way you are going to let someone talk like that to Bucky.   I need air. You walk past everyone, including the team, and head for the balcony. Tony grabs your arm and goes to say something but you wave him off. You get to the balcony and lean over the railing and take a deep breathe.  You are out there for a good five minutes before you hear the door opening.

  “You know, I’ve never seen a better view than what I’m seeing right now.” Of course Bucky would come find you.

  “You’d better be referring to the city and not my ass, Barnes.” You turn around and lean your back against the rail.

  “And if I was talking about both, Doll?” He smirks and comes to stand in front of you. You laugh and roll your eyes.

  “Well I’d have to agree with you then; the city is beautiful, and my ass does look pretty good in this dress.” Buck lets out a loud laugh and takes another step closer to you.

   “Thank you, for what you said in there. Thank you for not being afraid of me.“ He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. When did he get this close? I swear he wasn’t this close a second ago.

   You shyly look down “You’re welcome Bucky,” you say. “You deserve to be treated like a regular person. You may not be the same Bucky from the 40’s, but you aren’t the machine Hydra turned you into. You are you, a hero, a kind hearted and brave pain in the ass. But you aren’t a monster. People will see you how I do someday, even if it’s not right now. ” You are still looking at down, but you know bucky is smiling. You feel two cold finger under your chin, and let them guide you face back up to look at Bucky. He is even closer now, and he’s getting closer every second. He leans his head down, so his lips are hovering right above yours. This isn’t happening. Sam is going to kill me. But fuck it, please kiss me. You lean up a little more, and right as his lips are about to touch yours, Tony’s voice ruins it.

   “Barnes, I need a word with you.” Tony says quietly. Bucky pulls away from you looks at Tony.

   “Maybe next time, Barnes,” You whisper and glare at Tony. He rolls his eyes.

   “I’m here to apologize about what happened in there. Put the claws away, kitten.“ Bucky laughs and you start to walk away from them.

  "I think we’re going to keep that nickname, kitten.” You look back at Bucky as he says this and he winks at you. Are you kidding me?  You roll your eyes and walk inside and back to the team.  They are all sitting on the couch looking much more relaxed. The guys’ ties were all loosened and the girls’ heels are off. You plop next to Steve and he pulls you into a hug.

   “Thank you for standing up for him, y/n. Not a lot of people see him how we do.” You just nod and lean into Steve. The team starts talking and you space out. What about what I heard Ross say, about tricking Tony? When do I tell them ? What’s going to happen? Your thoughts get cut off by FRIDAY speaking.

   “Sir, Secretary Ross is requesting a meeting tomorrow, and would like everyone to be there.” Tomorrow, I have to tell them tomorrow. Looks like I’m crashing a government meeting. What could go wrong?



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Tom Holland x Medical Student (Part 2)

I hope you enjoyed the first part. Here is part 2 ;). Tell me your thoughts. plus, I’m sorry for the stupid mistakes. I always see them after I post the story. ^^

Part 1

Part 2

After Tom left time flew. Soon I was leaving the hospital through the same doors that Tom exited the building. My mind keeps going back to our goodbyes that we shared a few hours ago. The drive home was the usual. Entering my apartment, I threw my jacket and bag on the couch and went to the kitchen. It was 8 p.m. I still need to eat something and get ready for my friend’s party. I wanted to text my friend for the address of the club or bar that we are going. However, I find myself on google searching for something I might regret afterwards. Tom Holland is written on the search bar. I bite my lip, I really want to look him up, but I don’t want to at the same time. Before I can think it over again I press on the search button. I heart is racing, I feel like a teenager that is hiding some nasty secret of her parents, I am officially going insane. Soon pictures of those familiar brown eyes pop on my phone’s screen. My heart melting away. The google page revealing the latest news of the actor’s life.

Tom Holland injured


Spiderman rushed into the ER

There were some very dramatic statements of some journals telling that Tom had a near death experience. I laughed a little. Then I scroll and see his twitter.

Tom Holland

I am alright guys, just got some stitches ;) thanks for worrying though

3h ago

 

Tom Holland

[Posts pic of him and Harrison]

I wanted to be the first to congratulate my mate for his newest role in Spiderman 2. You are going to be a great Harry. ;) we got to celebrate that, see you later.

1h ago

Y/N you need to stop stalking this dude. I put my phone away, closing my eyes I exhale in frustration. Wait, why was I on my phone? As I remember my friend texts me and giving me the address of the club. I put the address into google maps, my eyes widen when I realize where we are going tonight. I dial the number of my friend.

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“Did you send me the right address?”
“umm, yeah. Why would I send you the wrong address, duhh?”

“That club is really expensive and celebrities attend that place all the time, how were you able to get reservations in such an exclusive place?!”

“I have my contacts, darling. good thing that you’ve heard of that place. You need to wear something really nice tonight” she uses her ‘oh so very seductive voice’ to mock me and laughs afterwards

“haha, yeah. Let’s see what I’ll wear. See ya later.”

I open my closet and stare at my wardrobe. “Yeah, well shit…” I don’t have anything that is like really fancy. Suddenly, I remember that I do have a black dress from two or three years ago. I put it on and take a look at myself, it does still fit maybe it’s a little shorter now, but nothing too tragic. My makeup is pretty simple nothing too extravagant, since I’m not really in the mood to go out tonight. Putting my heels on, I call a cab that takes me to the club. I absolutely loathed entering a club alone, it’s a socially very awkward moment in my opinion. At the entrance there were two lines one that was endlessly long and another one that was pretty short because it was for private guests. My friends were already inside it was already 11 p.m. if I had to go to the end of the endless line I’d never get in. My phone starts ringing.

“Hey”

“Y/N where are you?!” I hear my friend shouting from the other end of the line. Loud music in the background

“I’m here outside of the club, but there is an endless line, I’m never going to get in.” I confess to her. Getting ready for nothing, yay. Who doesn’t love that.

“What if you try to enter through the other entrance, you know the line for the VIPs.”

“I-I don’t know… What if I get in trouble…?” I reply chewing my nail, terrible habit of mine. I pace around near the entrance.

“C’mon don’t be such a chicken” she was very persistent.

“If I get in jail or end up somewhere you come and find me, though!”

she laughs, “you are so dramatic, just try. I’m going towards the entrance to help you out with the security guys”

“or I could get you in. I mean you helped me out today and I got to return the favour, right. What do you say about that doctor?”, a familiar voice says from behind me interrupting my phone call. My heart stops for a second. No way. I turn around slowly revealing Tom Holland in a suit. Oh hell no this should be forbidden. My mouth drops open in disbelief.

“Tom”, I gasped, “w-what are you doing here?”

his grin is merciless and I hate him for that. He is making me all nervous. And when Y/N gets nervous she starts talking like a waterfall.

“Well, my friend and I are celebrating tonight. He landed a role in a very important movie.”

“Oh so that’s what you meant by ‘see you later’. He got the part in the next Spiderman mov-“ OH SHIT. Before I could think of what I was saying it was far too late. I just basically told him that I’ve been stalking him. My cheeks turn red and I start stuttering. He first gave me a weird look, but it soon turned into one of those smirks that says ‘so you were thinking about me’. I want to disappear right now.

All of a sudden there were the paparazzi around the corner, shouting and screaming for Tom.

“Umm, so do you mind if we get inside?” he says looking at the paparazzi giving them a tight smile. He puts a hand on my lower back to lead me inside.

Inside the music was blasting. I walk in front of Tom, right after the entrance I see my friend. Waving and calling her name she comes towards me. She looks at me, but the closer we get she gets her eyes on Tom. And honestly, I do not like how she’s looking at him.

“Y/N! you made it! I was right about to get you!” she explains in a very exaggerated manner. She was talking more to Tom than to me, but okay.

“Yeah, Umm, Y/F/N this is Tom. He helped me out.” I reply awkwardly making a weird hand gesture. “Tom this is my friend, Y/F/N”

“Y/N you didn’t tell me you knew Spiderman himself. How did you meet him?” Y/F/N continues flirting

“I-I actu-“ I try to explain and get interrupted by Mr. Tom Holland himself. I look over at him annoyed now.

“Actually,…”, he came closer and put a hand on my waist, I was all hot again, what the hell is he trying to do, “we met a while back and Y/N and I had to keep this whole thing a secret. You know privacy and media don’t get along well.”, he lied as if it was the most natural thing ever.

“Wait, ARE YOU GUYS LIKE TOGETHER?” my friend scoffed in disbelief. Geez, thanks? But I’m startled too. I mean I know guys don’t usually want to date me and that I’ve never been in a serious relationship before, but her reaction did kind of hurt a little. Nevertheless, I was shocked and it was one of those moments where, if I had a drink and I’d be drinking it I’d be spitting it out right now.

I laugh hysterically. “Yeah, no, no…” I tell her shaking my head.

“Well, no, we are not a couple, but we are dating or starting at least”, he admitted. What a big fat liar!

“Y/F/N can you hold that thought for a second. I need to talk with my almost boyfriend slash superhero.” I take Tom’s hand and head to a part that is more private. Fury the only thing that keeps me going right now.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”, I shout at him.

“I thought it’d be fun to see your reaction.”, he confessed with a grin, “I’m sorry I put you through that”

“I can see it in your eyes. Mr. ‘I’m so sorry’, you aren’t sorry at all.”

“Touché, your friend was flirting way too obvious and I thought it would be amusing to see her all shocked that we’d be a thing. Plus, what kind of friend hits on someone else’s guy.” he laughs and his laughter is contagious because in that moment I realize how silly this is.

“Don’t tell me that you weren’t a little annoyed by how obvious she was trying to get into my pants.”, there was a challenge in his voice. The ‘laughing’ mood was turning into something more serious. I look away my cheeks turning a deep red.

“i-I guess it did bother me a little…” I shrug and he smiles in satisfaction.

“So, Y/N. Do you want to go back to your friend? And if you want to tell her the truth I’ll tell her that I was trying to prank her. No worries.”

“No, w-wait don’t tell her. Let’s keep it our little secret for tonight. I’ll tell her tomorrow morning that it was all a joke”, I admit biting my lower lip giving him a weak smile.

“okay, as you wish doc.” He smiles at me giving me a wink. “let’s head back” he offers me his arm that I take gladly.

The rest of the night was really fun. I danced with Tom and we had a drink together. His friend Harrison was a total sweetheart and we all had a blast. The next morning, I was woken up by the sunlight entering my room. I rub my eyes. What time is it? I get up and have a breakfast. Today I had to get some stuff done since it was my free day. I put some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt on. it was a sunny day and I can finally wear my new my sun glasses. I was about to close the door of my building, when I hear people running and shouting my name.

“What the heck?!”, I look at the mob running towards me.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! look at the camera!”, a voice shouted. Flashes were blinding me, thankfully I had my sun glasses on.

“Y/N, how was your date-night with Tom yesterday?”

“Since when are you two guys dating?”

“Y/N what do you think of Tom’s upcoming movie!?”

The paparazzi were calling my name from all sides. Overwhelmed by the entire situation I began to run for my life. What the hell is going on here. How do they know me and where I live?

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Second chance for a normal life (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: This is a new series on which I worked for a few weeks. I already wrote five parts. Hope you’ll like it, feedback is always welcomed.

Summary: (AU)

Bucky is struggling with his life after he came back from the army. He is depressed and he also had a bad start with you.

Warning: cursing, blood


There was a noise outside your apartment. You needed to sleep because you were up from 4am. You were working for a big fashion company as a designer. Tomorrow you will have a day off and you wanted to go to bed earlier so that you can finish some sketches in the morning. Obviously that wasn’t the option at the moment. Slowly you moved your body from your bed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge you took an apple and knife from the drawer. You started cutting it when you heard yelling. You were getting tired of it. Every day for the past week, there was constant yelling from the apartment across the hall. Finally, you decided that you had enough of that noise. You walked to the apartment door and you banged with your fist against the wooden door. You were standing there only in your white tank top and black sweatpants. You heard footsteps coming closer to the door and the door opened.

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The Contest-Part 19

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“That’s your brother?” Sam’s surprise was evident.

I wiped a tear from my eye. I’d mourn Leo later, in private. “Crowley said he was a demon and Lucifer’s right-hand man, remember?”

Dean looked extremely annoyed. “Still don’t get why you let him go, Gem.“

“Because Dean, demon or not I know my brother. He is beyond pissed Lucifer didn’t tell him I was Sam’s soulmate. I could hear it in his voice. Sowing the seeds of discord between them could work in our favor.”

“He knew our plan, Gem. Now we can’t do the spell.” Sam commented.

“My brother may be a demon, but he still thinks like a guy, Sam.”

Sam and Dean exchanged puzzled glances. They had no idea where I was going with this. Clueless men!

“Let me explain. Most women have warmer weather clothes and cooler weather clothes. My cooler weather clothes I store away when I don’t need them.” I explained.

I walked into what I assumed was Missouri’s bedroom and opened the large closet. Flicking on the light, I began to dig around. Within a few minutes, I had found what I was looking for. I held up a cream-colored cardigan with several dark, wiry hairs clinging to it.

“Is Missouri African-American?“ I asked. Sam nodded.

“Bingo,” I stated triumphantly.

“Damn She’s good,“ Dean remarked to Sam.

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The Hills - Chapter One

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This is the first part of my first multi-chaptered story, I’m already working on part two and there might be more. Please let me know what you guys think. I tagged my forevers plus the people who asked to be tagged in this story, but if you want to be on or off my tag list, just say the word!! xoxo

Synopsis: AU in which Negan is a celebrity living a life of scandals in a lavish mansion in California. A young reporter on a mission to dig up dirt on him realizes the man the tabloids like to portray as a self-centered asshole has a hidden softer side.

WC: 3265

Warnings: strong language, alcohol, mention of violence, mention of drug abuse, nsfw.

Chapter One: No Ordinary Life

I watched the sunrise through the window as I took a sip of green tea from my mug. Perched on a stool in the kitchen with my laptop on my legs, I was scrolling down the articles of The Celebrity Times when a title caught my attention.

The headline, in bold red font, said, “OOPS, NEGAN DID IT AGAIN!”

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All I Have

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Death, Dean, Sam, the Reader 
Warnings: all the angst, violence, swearing 
Word count: 4478 (sorry it’s a little long)
Summary: Basically a rewrite of the season 10 finale with a few twists;) 
Tag list: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione @mogaruke @aliensdeservebetter @27bmm @craving-cas @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond@amanda-teaches  @myplaceofthingsilove  @spectaculicious@bambinovak @bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010 @mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage @evyiione @winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke @therewillbeblood @megansescape @taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid  @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester @notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

A/N: I’m a little rusty on the details of what actually happened so pls b kind + this one’s long so have fun!! Also some of the quotes are directly from the show and therefore not mine:) 

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The Daughter of Hades - rewrite // p2

summary: you thought your close friend and long time crush James Buchanan Barnes was going off to war, but it seems you would be the one to battle all types of war from being a weapon for a dangerous organization known as Hyrda, to fighting a war with your own mind.

pairings: Bucky x female reader

warnings: injections, angst  there’s probably more but its too specific to list 

thoughts are in italics

A/N: so here’s part 2! There’s no Bucky in this part but I’m sure he’ll end up as a cameo in part three

part one

Originally posted by pamelabridget


1945, Siberia

A cold surface and a light chatter stirred you awake from your sleep. When you opened your eyes you were met with a blinding light directly above you. As you surveyed your surroundings, the room you were in did look like a hospital, just as the man said. There was an IV attached to you and also a heart monitor. However when you looked further into the detail of the room, you had second thoughts on where you were. To your right was a table that had scattered paperwork and files covering the structure. To your left, a medical trolley with various equipment on it: scalpels, pliers, surgical scissors and needles with thread still attached. Behind that was another trolley with a layout of syringes. The whole room was covered in pristine white tiles that reflected every ray of light, with the exception of the door which was a rusted metal.

As you looked down at yourself you noticed you weren’t in the the dress you wore last night, but in black joggers and a black tank top. The pain in your left arm hadn’t subsided and you were positive it was still broken. Yet the cuts were stitched up and cleaned as well, hence the needle and thread on the trolley.

When you tried to sit up, you were only able to lift your head, due to the leather restraints on your wrists, arms and ankles that were attached to the metal table you were lying on. A doctor in the corner of the room noticed your movements and came to check on your vitals. At a closer distance you saw that he was the man from last night; now he was sporting a gleaming lab coat instead of his grey suit. He still wore the same round glasses.

“Y/N! How lovely it is for you to be awake!” His tone wasn’t as enthusiastic as it might have been but his face lit up like July, which made you immediately weary of him. Also, how did he know your name?

As he moved to the left of you, he rolled the trolley of surgical appliances away and brought the one with syringes closer. “You have been unconscious for a week. We fixed up your arm but unfortunately there was nothing we could do with the broken bone. That nasty cut on your head is also sealed.” You subconsciously wanted to feel your forehead to check, but struggled with the restraints. Why am I restrained in a hospital, I’m not crazy? This may not be the kind of hospital I thought it was.

“How rude of me. I am doctor Arnim Zola.” He interrupted your thoughts with a small smile.

No need for pleasantries, he already knows my name somehow.

He held up one of the needles and tapped it gently.  It contained a thick black liquid that oozed from either side of the tube when it was moved. The other tubes left on the trolley contained different colored liquids of different densities; the tubes were also different sizes. The smallest was filled with a transparent blue and the medium filled with a clear substance. The largest being the black filled one in Zola’s hand.

“I hope you don’t mind but we are going to have a few guests with us today.” As if on queue, a line of doctors in similar white coats entered the room who were then followed by two men in black gear. And don’t think you didn’t notice the guns in their belt holsters.

Having not said anything this entire time you thought it was only pilot to say something. You turned your head left to Zola, “What kind of doctor are you?” Your voice was hoarse from not speaking a whole week.

“An experimental one, darling. One that will make a difference.” He put down the syringe and glanced at you quickly before turning to your new guests and addressing them of the situation, not that you were paying attention but it would’ve done you a great deal to listen to him.

“My friend Y/N here, is a very promising subject and is perfect condition for each test.“ Tests? What tests? 

Zola picked up the small, blue syringe and showed it off to the other doctors, "Serum one: stage one of enhancement.”

When it was injected, your body started burning all over; it felt like your skin and muscle fibers were being stretched pass their limit and you would suddenly snap. With each passing second the pain grew stronger and further throughout your body. The pain lasted a total of one minute before abruptly stopping. You lay on the table feeling different in ways you couldn’t explain yet.

Zola held the second, clear syringe up high proudly, “Serum two: protection.”

Once this liquid was inside you there was no pain involved, but for thirty seconds you involuntarily tensed on the table and the weight of your own body grew too heavy for you; while Zola explained what was happening the weight suddenly floated from you leaving you feel like your original weight.

The final, largest syringe was now in front of your face like a comparison to how it was almost the same size as your head; the black substance inside of it slowly bubbled.

“Serum three: stage two, the final stage, of enhancement. There is no predicted way in how this serum will react with the subject, but previous tests show a unique change unlike any other with each subject.”

As the needle enters your left arm, you look on only in confusion, pondering what affects this serum could possibly have on you. You tried your best to hide your fear - but then it started. It felt like you were burning from the inside with a thousand needles pricking at your heart. You couldn’t help but let out a blood curdling scream that echoed through the whole room and could probably be heard from outside. As you lay there in agony, Zola and the other doctors began taking notes.

You continued to scream and howl as much as your tired lungs would let you; your knuckles had turned white from how hard you held your hands in fists. Blood trickled through your fingers as your nails cut into the palm of your hand. Every face in the room looked on stoically at your helpless figure. Then an even stronger wave of pain took over your body.

The pain in your left arm was growing stronger much faster than the rest of your body, but because it was still broken you couldn’t do anything about it. Suddenly, a loud crack is heard from your arm and you scream even louder. Just like that, your broken arm moved in reverse and snapped back into place, every fracture and piece melding together to from a healthy bone.

Your body writhed and struggled relentlessly, the leather burning whatever part of skin it touch as you attempted to wriggled free of them. It was excruciating; you were certain death was knocking at your door.

Medical equipment and sheets of paper started flying around the room in a destructive circle; the white tiles on the floor below you had started to form into rot and spread like water on a sponge. Then it abruptly stopped; everything in the air immediately fell to the floor and the rot on the tiles retracted to a point where it disappeared completely.

The wave of pain stopped as quickly as it started. You panted heavily and your eyes fluttered closed in relief that the pain had ceased. As you lay there, you were faintly aware of your restraints being untied.

Experiencing such a high level of pain in such a short period of time pushed you passed your limit; or any human’s limit for that matter. The last thing you hear before slipping into unconsciousness, was the thunderous applause of the men around you.


You were awoken by a metal pole clashing against your cell bars. Cell bars? Why am I in a cell? You shot out of the makeshift bed you had on the floor; the sudden movement causing your head to pound unbearably. The area surrounding you was dark and shadowy apart from the dim lights in the hallway. Through the bars two guards snickered at your groggy silhouette; however when you stepped into the light, their gazes fell to your left side and they immediately ceased the smirks. Even when you were leaning against the bars their gazes lingered to your left, but to be quite frank you weren’t interested in what caught their eye, but what the hell was going on.


Footsteps started echoing from the end of the hallway but you ignored them and settled your eyes on the guard to the left. When he noticed your stare he was taken aback by the look of death in your eyes.

“Y/N, good afternoon,” Zola greeted, before freezing and looking at your left side in awe. “Fascinating” he whispered. What is it with people and my left side? You finally gave in and looked at yourself, but it was too dark to see anything, even with lights in front of you.

Zola snapped back into reality and looked at you with a smile. “It is good to know you are well, I would like to take you somewhere.” Without waiting for a response or the door to be opened, he walked off down the hallway.

The guards came in and gripped you tightly on the shoulders; you wanted to resist but judging by the eerie atmosphere and the attire of the guards, it seemed best to comply.

They took you to a small room, sat you down in the chair and cuffed you to the metal table in the middle. There was a two-way mirror to your right. They didn’t tell you that but your parents had taught you things like this for some reason.

Zola entered with two files on hand and placed them on the table. He opened them to the first page that showed the basic statistics of the two people in the file. “Do you know who these people are?”

He turned the files so that they were facing you. The first things your eyes went to were their pictures; it was a man and a woman, who didn’t need their names said for you to instantly recognize them. Your parents.

They had always said that their job was too dangerous for you to know too much; but if these people, Hyrda as it said at the top of the folder, if they have your parents something was definitely not right.

“Why do you have files of my parents?” You feared that Hydra had tortured them, or even worse killed them; which made you think over what fate was waiting for you.

“They have crossed our path on many occasions; we needed to know who they were. Do you know what they do for a living?”

“I don’t know.” You said truthfully.

Zola squinted his eyes and hummed in sarcastic approval, he didn’t believe you but you knew near to nothing about your parents.

“Do you know where they are now, darling?”

“No but they better not be here, sweetie.” You spoke through gritted teeth and your fists clenched to the point where they turned white.

“And why is that?” He slouched backward into the seat, clearly not phased by your aggressive tone.

“We’ll both find out what you did to me in that lab.” You lowered your voice and lent forward across the table, trying to make yourself larger and intimidating. To this, Zola’s muscles tensed at the thought of his own experiment turning against him; also the fact that he had no idea how the serums had reacted with you and what you were capable of.

He collected the files and stood from his seat. “I’ve heard enough for today.” He nodded to the two way window and as he left, two guards entered and uncuffed you from the table.

They took you to a large concrete room with damp walls, a contrast to the gleaming white that covered the rest of this place. In the middle of the room stood Zola, who lent against a table with assorted plants on top. You were shoved to stand next to him, while the two guards stood behind the both of you. There were also guards laced on the sides of the room with much larger guns than your two new friends.

“You may be wondering what I did to you yesterday; to be honest so am I.” Zola laughed to himself, but you gave him an unamused glare which he realized and his face dropped immediately. He turned to the table, “I want you to concentrate all of your energy onto these plants.”

A tingling sensation started moving through your body as you concentrated all of your energy towards the plants. Your eyes had turned into an obsidian black with flares of blue flickering within them. You weren’t thinking of anything in particular, but you expected them to burst into color and flourish. As you stared at the plants before you, nothing of particular interest happened to them, they sat there unaffected. You reached out to them, hoping this may coax your new powers, whatever they were, into working. You released a breath you were holding and relaxed your tensed muscles; you were afraid there would be consequences to the lack of ability shown. Maybe it didn’t work on me? 

Zola muttered to himself as he took notes in a red book. Before you had a proper chance to do anything, you were being pulled through a door different to the one you entered in.

This room was much smaller, much like a conference room, yet with no table and chairs and just as dirty and damp as the previous room. Two people were on their knees in the center, their hands were restrained behind their back and a black bag covered their head; a guard stood behind each of them. The other guards from the previous room entered and laced the walls, studying your every move.

“These two have some intel that we need and are so far not cooperating; I want you to extract it from them.” Zola entered the room and stood to the side, a woman with platinum blonde hair trailed after him.

“Why should I do anything for you?” The two guards that had brought you here had now left and shut the door behind them; while you glared at Zola, the blonde woman circled you slowly. There was an uneasy feeling in the back of your mind, like someone was there, reading you.

“If you do not help us, you may only see your parents one more time.” You didn’t want to do anything for these people, you have no idea who they are and they don’t seem to be doing any good. However you didn’t want to risk the lives of your parents. No. I would rather die than help them.

“If you would rather die, that could be arranged.” The blonde woman spoke up from the corner. She smiled at you sweetly and winked. You stared at her with your mouth agape.

“How the hell- can you read my mind?” That’s what that weird feeling was, she was reading your mind.

Zola coughed and grabbed your attention, “Celest is someone who went through the same process as you; where she has the ability to read minds and also control them, you can…well that’s what today - and the rest of your stay is about.” To many questions needed answering all at once, you were frozen in the spot and staring at the wall; your heart rate and breathing had started to increase. “Celest, help the girl.” Zola gestured towards you and she stepped closer.

Suddenly, a powerful force took over body. Your muscles tensed, locking your arms by your side and your knees gave way. Celest was standing behind you and had her hands stretched out around you as a glittering force field shimmered from her hands and sealed you in the bubbled like prison. The feeling in the back of your mind started again and you knew it was Celest who was searching through your thoughts.

“Get out of my head.” You shouted.

Then there was a sudden rush of power moving through your body, you overpowered the force Celest was holding you with and managed to lift your arms, then there was enough power to stand as you dragged your legs up to support yourself. A small blue fire started flickering around your hands and you could feel the power flowing through your veins. You shouted at the top of your lungs and an even stronger force blasted away Celest’s force field and sent her flying backwards. The guards around the room raised their weapons but Zola dismissed them in a different language.

Zola looked at Celest and then nodded in your direction. Celest quickly brought her hand up and sent a beam of white light to your head, you collapsed to your knees once again, but his time you were free to move, yet something wasn’t right. Suddenly there was a painful sensation in the back of your mind. It felt as if someone was ripping you apart; slowly, to make sure you felt every inch of the pain, then violently tearing at you to speed up the process. It moved from the back of your mind to the front, like your mind was an exploding planet and the waves of explosions rippled through your head.

Your head and lungs were burning as you clawed at your hair and screamed in agony. This pain was just a bad as the serums Zola injected you with. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more the pain stopped. You could hear the sound of muffled footsteps around your figure as you panted on your hands and knees.

You weren’t afraid. You weren’t worried. You weren’t in pain.

You felt boiling. You felt angry. You felt malicious.

You didn’t know where you were. You didn’t know who you were.

You were no longer you.


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A/N: i want to thank everyone who gave part one of the rewrite so much love, i really appreciate it thank you all😊

Adam McQuaid - Fight

Originally posted by pavszacha

I might have gotten a little long winded with this one but I was having way too much fun with it lol Enjoy!

Request from @lemontreescreed :  Hey can u do an imagine for Adam Mcquaid? Maybe something like how the ex bf of the reader won’t leave them alone and then Adam takes care of him?? Please and thanks

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Meet the Boys

* Hamilsquad x Reader
* Modern to Hamiltime
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: Reader accidentally time travels to Hamiltime. Lands in front of the Hamilsquad. And later falls in love with them.

A/N: Here’s my time travel fic, finally. It’s only part one and there’ll be a few parts. But I was writing it and it was at like 6,000 words and I’m only half done. Part 2 should be up tonight or tomorrow. And I know that the founding fathers (unfortunately) don’t look like Lin, Anthony, Daveed, Oak and Chris but let’s just pretend ok? Hope you like it!

Word Count: 3,179

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Part 1:

You sighed as your alarm blared. You hated going into work this summer. You, for some reason and some how, landed a summer job as a lab assistant. It seemed exciting at first but it was really just following some expert around and doing whatever he ordered you to do. You climbed from your bed and wandered over to your closet. You groaned as you put some khakis on and found polo shirt and pulled that on over your head.

You groaned as you sat in traffic. Again. New York was too busy for your liking. Cars everywhere, cursing people, catcalls if you tried to walk anywhere. This state had been around since the country started, it was only likely that it would be busy. You sometimes wished you had seen the country back then. Some men actually had morals and there wasn’t unbelievable traffic. It was also beautiful back then.

Though…unsanitary. War-torn. Un-advanced. Sexist. Sometimes you wondered if that was better or worse. You’d never figure out though. So you continued you way into work.

You pulled into the parking lot of the science lab. You sighed and climbed from your car. On the way inside you fiddled with your hair and made sure that it wouldn’t be obstructing you field of vision. You got inside and trudged to the office of your boss. “Ah, Y/N. Good morning.” He greeted pleasantly enough.

“Morning.” You said in response. You sat at the desk in the corner of the room, running through mindless tasks. Suddenly your boss stood and left the room. You followed him, knowing to without being asked. You came to a room filled with random equipment, all of which you didn’t know how to use. You stood to the side, being ignored as usual. No one bothered explaining anything to you. You felt worthless.

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methods of destruction

au: she’s gone, and she’s never coming back.
warnings: major character death(s), suicidal ideation, violence
word count: 1951


[day 1]

He breathes.

His throat burns with the weight of the heavy air that doesn’t want to leave his lungs, and his eyes are unfamiliar and salt-soaked. He feels like a stranger in this grieving body, a numb observer behind the panic and tears. His unsure hands shift from tugging at his hair to gripping his neck with enough intensity to crack bone. He glances at her, horrified to look but unable to stop.

She doesn’t move from her cocoon of blankets, mouth parted slightly, hair sprawled out on her pillow. She could’ve been sleeping, if not for her half-lidded, glassy stare.

“It was me?” He asks her softly, voice wavering. “You’re fuckin’ joking.”

Natalie doesn’t reply, just keeps looking at him with unseeing eyes.

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animalia paradoxa

Prompt: Admiration
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 4569
Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Hunter Husbands, Case Fic, Minor Instance of Body Horror, Mild Sexual Content

SummaryDean has a long and complicated history with the concept of Cas and hunting. It freaks him out and turns him on in equal measure. Cas is tactical and quick, no doubt one of the best hunters Dean’s ever seen. It’s no surprise; once upon time Cas ruled over heaven and commanded garrisons. But now he’s wearing second-hand flannel and holey socks like the rest of them. And while Dean admires his hunting skills, that doesn’t stop him worrying. (Read on AO3)

Dean can hardly keep his focus on the drive back, eyes darting from the road to the passenger seat. Anxious for the touch of Cas’ skin against his.

He and Cas have been doing this thing for a couple months, ever since their little prison break. Turns out 6 weeks of isolation really makes you take stock of all the shit you never said to certain trench-coat toting angels. Go figure. It was difficult at first, knowing that Cas had traded in his wings in return for their release. God knows Dean’s fit to bursting with guilt over that one. But if he ever needed a sign to let him know that Cas felt the same way, him giving up Heaven for them was the neon billboard Dean had been looking for. It was the easiest thing in the world to finally tell Cas he wanted more.

Things between them haven’t been all smooth sailing, but with the Men of Letters off their backs, Sam a free man, and Cas by his side every night, the past couple of months probably constitute the best of Dean’s life.

 The only trouble is - hunting? Not exactly easy-going on new relationships. Not a lot of time for pizza dates and movie nights. The most romantic thing Dean and Cas have done so far is take a fishing trip. One that was interrupted by a splash in the water that turned out to be a Kelpie. The kiss Dean was leaning in for was swiftly halted by Cas running to the car to grab a handful of silver bullets and his .44 Mag.

Watching Cas gun down a giant water spirit with his precision shot may have been hot as hell, but the resulting blue-hued blood spatter was something of a mood-killer.

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