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me: *takes a deep breath*

me: i lo-

anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love Revali, we know, you love Revali so much, he’s the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Revali, we KNOW, you love Revali you fucking love the Rito Champion Revali ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE REVALI. WE GET IT.

Thinks about all the little make-the-wolf-statues’-eyes-glow puzzles Solas set up for the Inquisitor to solve in Trespasser - (that one where you light the Veilfire torches in front of the god statues in the order a riddle says, the one where you light the torch that Fen'Harel is looking at to reveal a secret passage, the one where the Fen'Harel statue turns when you aren’t looking, the one where you light the torches under a time limit, etc etc)

Some of them even give you special, excellent weapons for solving them - Solas created these little puzzles, and put those weapons in the boxes as rewards in case you put in the effort to engage with them and solve them. (I got emotional when my Lavellan equipped the Arrowwood Bow he gave her)

It’s like the Inquisitor is always rewarded for the most negligible efforts of engaging with or humoring Solas. Talking and listening to him like an equal, doing his little puzzles… just do these minimum things, and he’ll give you information and good weapons to fight him with. He’s genuinely arming you, while rewarding you the more you humor him.

So in conclusion 1) Solas gives moderately engaged Inquisitors weapons 2) Solas likes to communicate through little puzzles 3) Solas would probably make a great Dungeon Master


@theredwallrecorder‘s post got me looking up all these species and how they compare in size, so I decided to try and put an image together of how the real life versions of the animals seen in the Redwall series measure up to each other (uppermost image only).

I looked up pictures of different species together and their measurements as a reference so this is not perfect, just to get a sense of scale.

I also included larger pictures of the individual sketches, I like some of them :)

match-maker -p.3-

Originally posted by hammonia-man

pairing; tom holland x reader

words; 1.5k

warnings; swearing, a lil bit steamy

summary; jacob’s attempt to bring tom and y/n is in full effect but t happens to leave the two lovebirds a little bit flustered 

part 1  part 2  masterlist


y/n happily bounced through the buzzing scenery, passing people running around her, greeting her along the way, smiles slipped on her face as the wind flew past her face.

Finally, y/n made it up to her trailer and closed the metal door behind her. Pleased with herself she slumped up against the small couch in the corner of her trailer.

She had been doing a lot of good things with her body and her mind as her mother would have wanted. She had stayed clear of greasy foods, had gone to bed earlier and had remained in a positive mood that was until Jacob burst through her trailer.

He looked panicked and rushed as he paced around her trailer with his hands placed on his head.

y/n sprang up from her seat and raced next to her co-star.

“Jacob, what’s wrong,” she asked him as she placed her hand on his shoulder trying her hardest to call him down, he refused to listen to her. “Jacob, calm down,” she pleaded with him,  
He swivelled around to face her with a sweaty face.

“I left my lucky phone case up at my hotel room,” Jacob flung out at her. As soon as the words left his lips y/n concerned look transformed into a furious one.

“Are you serious?!” y/n yelled at him as she retracted her hand from his shoulder and walked away from him.

“Yes, it helped me get nearly all my roles and helped me with the ladies,” he roared right back at her and just as angry.

“Then just go without it today,” she sighed as she placed her sleepers on the long make-up counter.

“No, no, no, I need it, I have my big scene today, I’ll fuck up,” Jacob stuttered around.

“Well then go get it,” y/n scoffed as she turned around to face him with a stern face. Still not giving him any sympathy.

“No, I can’t, the producers won’t let me go anywhere,” Jacob angrily replied as he stared down at his feet. That was when she saw his eyes start to well up slightly and she did something she shouldn’t have.

“I’ll go get it,” y/n told him softly as she grabbed her keys and started to make her way to her trailer door. Jacob beamed brightly at her, he quickly darted up to her and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you so much, y/n,” he confessed happily before releasing her and handing over a small card, “You’ll need this to get in.”

“Thanks, J,” she smiled at him before opening the door to let in the cold winter winds, she turned to him suddenly, “You owe me,” she laughed softly before making her way offset and towards her car.

She was about to unlock it when she heard about six car horns go off in what seemed like a canon. y/n raced around the corner to see the street nearby, the street she would need to be on to get to Jacob’s hotel was banked up car to car. It was so much traffic that y/n knew she would be sitting in that for over an hour at least.

So instead, y/n placed her keys back into her small purse and started to make her way down the sidewalks. Though she would’ve liked to just drive there, it was only a five-minute walk to Jacob’s and she had time to take in London before having to leave and go somewhere else.

Her jumper hung loosely around her shoulders so y/n pulled them up and hugged it close to her shivering body. Peering to her left, she saw cars basically sitting on each other’s tails and their drivers yelling and screaming as their horns went off.

Without even thinking y/n had made her way into the warm, cosy lobby of Jacob’s hotel, she happily grazed by the large burning fire beside the entrance and made her way to the large elevator doors. As she stood there she began to think,

do people have lucky phone cases?

Am I on a wild goose chase?

Did I leave the kettle on?

Shit, Did I?!

Before y/n could turn around and run to her own hotel room to check, the large doors rang out and opened for her. The ride was fine by her experiences with elevators she stepped out to walk toward Jacob’s hotel room and open the door to reveal a massive living room decorated with a soft navy couch and a huge flat screen hanging on the perfectly designed walls. Starstruck, y/n wonder the place for a good three minutes before deciding to actually find this stupid case she instructed to find.

She looked everywhere possibly imaginable. She looked over each coffee table, she checked outside as well for it, she tried for underneath the couch. In the corner of her vision, she spotted a door, possibly leading into his bedroom. Thinking that this would be the best bet for finding it, y/n made her way over it and went to open it, when the door flung open and someone tightly latched onto her wrist and brought her down to the carpet laced floor with a scream leaving her lips.

She peered up to see her attacker in the moment but all she was accompanied with was the sight of Tom heaving heavily and his face so close to hers she could feel his breath tickling her face. Her hands were firmly placed above her head with her hair sprawled out underneath. All that y/n could do was stare up at him in disbelief and let her cheeks heat up.

Tom thankfully, quickly tumbled off her and stood up, letting y/n follow closely behind.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” he apologized to her softly as he bent down to help y/n back on her feet, his hand rested on her lower back, beginning a slow agonizing mark on y/n skin.

“It’s alright Tom, I should’ve let you know before I burst through,” she spoke quietly as she regained her herself before spotting that Tom was standing in front of her, wearing grey sweatpants that hung loosely on hips and with a lack of a shirt.

“y/n are you okay?” he asked her gently, trying to find her eyes, meanwhile y/n was staring straight at the wonderful sight ahead of her as she tried to pull herself from completely crumbling in front of him.

“Yep, I am perfectly fine and so are you,” she flirted unwillingly before she could realize her mistake, Tom had a matching blush on his face. “Oh my god, I didn’t really say that out loud did I?” y/n asked embarrassed as she adverted her eyes up to his face.

Instead of words, Tom just stared at her but finally, he could mix up a sentence, “Yeah, you did,” he laughed quietly. “I should probably keep getting dressed,” he exclaimed softly.

“Oh yeah sure, no worries,” y/n stumbled out as she made sure her eyes stayed where they were supposed to be, along with her thoughts.  

“I should probably go,” y/n spoke quickly as she started to make her way to the door when yet again Tom’s hand found it’s way onto her lower back; inches away from the peak of her bum.

“By the way, why did you come here?” he asked her, his eyebrow raised slightly.

“Jacob told me that he left his lucky phone case and told me to come and get it,” she replied quietly as she rolled her eyes.

“He doesn’t have a lucky phone case,” Tom told her as he chuckled mildly.

“Son of a bitch,” y/n cursed under her breath, making Tom’s laugh louder and filled her stomach with butterflies.

“Lovely to see you again, y/n,” He said smoothly to her and opened the door slightly.

“You too Holland,” she smiled back at him as she turned around to face him directly, “Hope I can return the favour,” she flirted. Tom didn’t say anything but instead, his deep brown eyes switched from her own orbs to her perfectly ripe lips. She knew what that meant she had seen enough movies to know what comes after.

Tom had started to lean towards her, his eyes never left her as the area surrounding them started to go blank and silent. y/n also began to tilt toward Tom, biting her lips softly. Her hands found themselves bunching at Tom’s cotton sweatpants.

Their lips were just about to collide, y/n’s phone went off buzzing at her side if her heart was on cloud nine, it had just come plummeting right back down. Both of them sigh and y/n sadly pulled away from him and went to check who had ruined the moment and it was none other than Jacob himself.

“I have to get back down to set,” y/n spoke sadly as tucked her phone away and look back up at Tom. “I’ll see you around Holland,” she winked at him as she skipped off.

“You too, y/l/n,” He spoke with just as much passion before he shut the door behind him.


tags; @supernatural-and-such @ihave-nut3lla-4breakfast @everything-tholland @marvelmakesmecry @karatyra @nerdyphantomlady @iamaliceinwonderland @superflashallen @infamous-webhead @cutie1365 @dottirose @paledragonengineer @lilymoralesparker

Sam Winchester-Too young Part 4

Title: Too Young Part 4

Pairings: Sam Winchester x sister reader

Word count:1025

Request:Omg I love Too Young! Please tell me there are going to be more parts!!


Request:Please tell me you are going toncontinue too young

Request:Hey, first of all I LOVE 5SOS too and second if you could please do another part for Too Young 🙏🏻🙏🏻 you’re writing is seriously mind blowing 💞 Ily😘💕

Links:Too young, Too young part 2, Too young part 3

As for now you were sleeping soundly.

Sam and Dean had been looking into your dreams; they contacted Cas and looked up every Lore they could. Cas too grew concerned over your well being but he was stumped on what it could possibly be.

At first, Cas had suggested that maybe you were having normal nightmares and had rolled about in your sleep and hurt yourself but when Sam explained that you got a hand print bruise and that there was no possible way of accidently making that, Cas too agreed something wasn’t right.

Cas sat you down and asked you to explain every detail. You didn’t want to and you grew uncomfortable but you really liked Cas and Sam was with you the whole time.

Dean went out to speak to professors near by or any type of Folk Lore they had missed.

You were currently sitting down next to Sam, your small frame merged into his large one as he ran a comforting hand over your locks.

Cas sat opposite the two of you, hands buried against his knee’s as he waited patiently.

You began to describe your dream to him (the one you had last night) even though it was hard to remember exactly.

“Do you see his face?’‘Cas asked quietly. You shook your head, looking up at Sam who gave you a nod of reassurance.

’'No. It’s too dark…b-but…’'You trailed off. Cas leaned forward, doing his signature head tilt as he squinted.

’'Yes, (Y/n). What is it? Remember, no detail is to small’'Cas smiled gently. You rolled your fingertips between the empty space of your palm as you licked your crackled lips.

’'He has red eyes. Big, scary red eyes’'You whispered, shrinking back. Sam patted your back soothingly as Cas titled his head to think.

’'Red eyes- that’s…a upper level demon. A really high level.’'Sam thought aloud. Cas nodded with a hum of agreement.

’'And you’re sure you didn’t catch anything else?’'Cas repeated slowly.

’'bubby I’m tired’'You yawned, tugging on Sam’s sleeve. Sam looked down, giving Cas a helpless shrug before nodding at you.

’'Okay. You did well, baby, c'mon’'Sam reassured, standing up and pulling you up into his chest. You rested your head on his broad shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck as you closed your eyes.

Sam rocked slightly but remained where he was so he could talk to Cas. He rubbed his large hand comfortingly over your back whilst listening to Castiel’s words.

The door creaked open as Dean came through, he paused and made his movements more quiet when he noticed you were asleep.

’'She say anything?’'Dean asked, his green orbs flickering over to you and then back to Sam.

’'She said he had red eyes. You know what I’m thinking?’'Cas mumbled. Dean looked at Cas with a shocked expression as his brow furrowed.

’'No…he wouldn’t…oh that son of a bitch. I’m gonna kill him’'Dean grunted as he tugged at the strands of hair on the nape of his neck.

’'Dean, we’re not completely sure it’s him. What could he possibly get by doing this to her?-”

Dean cut Sam off with a short growl. “Because he’s a sick bastard that’s why. I wouldn’t give him the time of day, you can’t say he’s all rainbows and lollipops’'Dean grunted.

’'Yes but Sam is right. He has changed ever so slightly so unless he is after something important it may not be him. This leaves us with a bigger problem’'Cas informed with worry.

’'Let’s go check it out then. We can drop (Y/n) off with Jody and then head that way’'Sam stated.

Dean grabbed the Impala keys, all three of them heading out the bunker door and into the Impala.


The three tall men were waiting on the side of the road. A empty and silent path was filled with just the three fuming characters as they waited impatiently.

Dean paced back and fourth, the phone ringing in his ears as he muttered under his breath.

’'C'mon, C'mon. Pick up’'Dean growled out. He froze in his place when the phone was finally answered. ’'Finally! where the hell are you?’'Dean snapped.

Dean’s face contorted into a pissed expression as he rubbed his temples before his tried to relax his tense form. ’'Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get here as quick as you can’'Dean snapped.

Sam leaned back against the hood of the Impala, his hands slumped in his pockets as he watched his brother with a worried expression.

’'He’s on his way’'Dean muttered, still pacing back and fourth.

’'What do we do if it is him? I mean we’ve always tried to do something but it’s always failed’'Sam broke in, finally saying the thing no one else wanted to admit too.

’'Yeah but this time it’s personal. Nobody lays a finger on my baby sister’'Dean barked.

’'I shall smite him’'Cas declared.

’'Easy there, tiger. No one’s rushing into anything’'Dean lectured. ’'If it is him then we’re gonna make sure he feels exactly what he deserves”

Sam stood up straight, Castiel’s face turning rigid and Dean spinning around so he was no longer facing his back to the on coming jet black car that strolled up the highway.

The car pulled over, screeching to a stop right next to them. The window rolled down as a musky scent left the air and coated their noses.

Dean rolled his eyes as the dramatic entrance before the door clicked open and shiny, black suit shoes hit the floor.

“Ah…Squirrel, moose…what can I do you for?’'he jibed. He stood up, gripping his suit collar and straightening out the crease before flicking away a speck of dirt on his collar.

’'Crowley’'Cas bellowed.

’'Geesh…what crawled up your angel ass and died. I’m so glad my presence brings joy to you’'Crowley mocked. ’'Always nice to be wanted”

“Shut up, Crowley’'Sam quipped.

’'Listen I’m gonna break this down easily for you’'Dean laughed bitterly. Crowley yelped in surprise when Dean’s fingers launched around his collar and slammed him into his car.

’'Whoa, whoa…calm down squirrel. This is brand new suit! it’s Italian!’'Crowley reminded as he looked down at his suit to see if any damage had been done.

Dean rolled his eyes sharply before slamming him once more. ’'What have you been doing to, (Y/n)?!’'Dean raged. Crowley’s brows shot up as an amused expression yet slightly confused fell on his features.

’'Well I have to say Squirrel. She’s a bit young for my liking’'Crowley wheezed, flinching slightly.

’'So it is not you’'Cas queried. Crowley gave him a startled and confused look as he kept his arms held up in defence.

’'Look, as fun as it is to watch you go on a wild goose chase; I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about’'Crowley urged.

Dean slowly let him down as Crowley wiped down his suit with a sharp glare in Dean’s direction.

’'What’s baby Winchester got herself in now?’'Crowley asked with curiosity.

’'That’s none of your business. But if I find out you had anything to do with it, or you’re lying to us then you’re dead meat’'Dean drawled. They all parted way and got into the cars as the three men sat silently in their own thoughts.

’'Dean…if it’s not, Crowley… then who is it?”

Drabble 4: Homecoming-- John Laurens

Request!: DRABBLE: JOHN LAUR 208. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” MORREEEE

Paring: John Laurens X Reader

TW: Cursing, yelling, sadness… i hope there isn’t any others…

WC: 986

A/n- We hope you like it Anon who requested 8 request! ONTO AARON BURR!!


“John!” John heard a voice call his name and he turned around tiredly.   

“Hey, Eliza.” John yawned while walking over to hug his friend. It was 7:35 AM and John was at school when he was usually asleep.

“Did you finish it?” Eliza asked excitedly when she saw the rolled up poster board in John’s hand held by a single rubber band he stole from his younger sister.

“Yeah, Martha and I stayed up all night.”

“Can I see it?” Eliza asked and John shook his head taking out his phone.

“Not right now, we have to get to the others to finish up the poster they’re getting antsy.“

Eliza sighed and nodded. John and Eliza then started walking towards the auditorium.


John was currently on a ladder, trying to fix the banner so that it was straight.                                                    

“To the left.” Angelica instructed, John moved the banner. “No, to your other left!”

“Guys, emergency!” Alexander ran up the stairs to the stage. John moved the string of the banner to the right.

“No, no, down.” Angelica corrected, John huffed and moved it down.

“Guys!” Alex whined.

“What is it, Alex?” John said while he tied the banner to the mount on the wall.


“WHAT?” Everyone collectively stopped setting up the decorations to look at Alex, hoping that he was kidding.

“I’M NOT KIDDING!” Alex exclaimed.

“Holy shit!” John looked around, everything wasn’t finished. “Angelica, Eliza, Peggy!”

“Yes?” All three girls looked up. Eliza was on a ladder too, while Peggy was passing her decorations, and Angelica was next to John.

“Go distract Y/n until we’re done!” He ordered and Eliza started climbing from the ladder.

“On it!” Peggy ran from the back of the stage, jumped off, and kept running until she was out of the door. Eliza and Angelica were following close behind.

“Okay!” John clapped his hands together, getting the attention of the rest of his friends. “Hercules, take Eliza’s place! Alex, help him, Lafayette help me with the rest of the decorations!”

“Yes, sir!” The boys then ran off to finish up, before you entered the auditorium.

Ten minutes later, the door opened and Peggy ran inside whisper-yelling that you were coming. The boys scrambled to their places, and Alexander turned off the lights.

“Y/n!” A voice infiltrated the sound your headphones were blasting in your ears.

“Peggy?” You looked up from texting on your phone and stopped walking. “Why are you running?”

“Because I missed you!” She smiled an innocent smile.

“You saw me yesterday-”

“Y/n!” Two more voices called out and you looked behind to see Eliza and Angelica. They ran up and engulfed you in a hug somehow turning you away from your path. Peggy joined the hug.

“You are all way too excited to see me!” You said with the equal enthusiasm that they were feeling.

“Come on! The other’s will be too!” Peggy took your hand and led you towards the cafeteria, which ic all the way across the school away from the auditorium.

Then you were off on a wild goose chase.


“Girls! I love you, but we’ve walked all the way around the school just to end up back where we were in the first place! I need to see John!”

“Okay, okay. Let’s go!” Peggy took your hand again, and you were skeptical. She sighed. “Okay, okay, I’ll just walk ahead, if you don’t trust me to lead ya anymore!”

You followed behind Peggy, and started talking with Eliza and Angelica not noticing Peggy slipping ahead to warn the boys.


“Why is it dark in here? Doesn’t Letto always keep the lights on? Wait, where are the others? I swear to god Pegg-”

A blinding light suddenly illuminated the room. You instinctively covered your eyes trying to adjust to the new light, but kept walking. Once your eyes adjusted, you looked toward the stage.

In front of you, you saw John holding a poster, so you moved closer to view it. It was colorful and decorated in a bubble letter font.Looking closer, you noticed a small turtle as the dot in the exclamation mark.

“Remember when you said ‘It must be hard with your sense of direction,

never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.’?

Then you asked me if i needed a map?

Well I got a map, but it didn’t help

When I got lost in your eyes!”

You chuckled, “You still don’t know how to find a decent pick up line Laurens.”

“I know, I know, but hear me out, I’ve been practicing all day.” John smiled helping you up onto the stage.

“While I was looking at your eyes, I realized they were like stars, which so happens to be the theme of… TA-DA!!!” John pointed toward the banner hanging above him. It was also decorated with the font from the poster.


“Okay, what i’m trying to say is, Y/n, will you be my homecoming date?” You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You stared up at eh banner and the poster in astonishment. All of this was for you?

“I would love to go with you-”

“YAY!!! SHE SAID YES!!!” All of your friends cheered, but then you remembered your reason of needing to speak to John.

Your smile faltered, “J-john..”

The cheering continued.

“John.” You tried again to gain his attention.

“JOHN!” You spoke over the loud cheering.

“Yeah?” He answered you, slowly halting his dance moves when he saw your expression.

You sighed, “John, I would love to go with you, but…”


“John, I’m moving.” You spoke quietly but loud enough for the others to hear you.

“I’m moving in a week, to England… Manchester, to be exact..” You sighed, not having the heart to look John in the eye. “I’m not going to Homecoming.”


I know I am an over thinker, and an over reactor. I know that when I see the slightest change in your behavior it sends my mind on a wild goose chase. I know that I get a little much sometimes but believe me when I say I continuously beat myself up over taking it out on you. I know that being dependent on someone else is scary. I know that it does sting a little when I know something’s up and you won’t tell me anything. I know that I’m a brat all the time and I hope you know not to take me too seriously all the time. I know that you have the weirdest allergies I’ve ever heard of and that makes me laugh. I know that you think your laugh sounds like a lawn mower but I want to hear that laugh for the rest of my life. I know that you hate when I put my feet on the dash, but you know Im probably going to do it anyways. I know how you get embarrassed of me when I go on a rant around people, I can see it in your face. I know I’m loud and overconfident and proud, but please understand it took me such a long time to feel myself and be those things. I know that your eyes are my favourite shade of green I’ve ever looked at. I know to get extra croutons because you’re going to eat them all if I don’t. I know that you don’t like hearing bad things that have happened to me because you’ll get nightmares. I also know that you light up my day, that I don’t know how my life would be if I didn’t have you to laugh with, that I love you more than I’ve loved anyone, that you’re my person, and no one has ever earned that title before.
—  I know, believe me

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         “I hope this isn’t another dead-end.” Never had she expected finding their father to be simple, but Eliana hadn’t assumed the task to be so daunting, either. Every time they found a new clue about his whereabouts, he was already gone by the time they arrived. Vault 112, unlike the others, seemed a solid place to find him; even if he’d already reached it, they’d probably cross paths on his return journey … or so she prayed. 

         “My feet are killing me,” she continued with a sigh. “I don’t know how much more of this wild goose chase I can take without pulling my own hair out.”

Neighbors (8/?)

Summary:Kat is an Avenger and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and when S.H.I.E.L.D. finds the Winter Soldier in a domesticated life she is sent in to watch over him undercover as his new neighbor.

A/N: Part eight of Neighbors. And again thank you to everyone who has sent me messages telling me how much you like the story. 

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I should have told him.

I should have told Steve everything.

But I was selfish. I knew that by telling him about Bucky he would go after him, and I would have to face the consequences of what I had done. I was finally with someone who made me fell things I had never felt before, and I didn’t want it to end.

When I left the safe house Steve told me to keep an eye out for Bucky, and gave me a map similar to his. “Call me if you see or hear anything that could help,” he told me.

Now more than ever I knew Steve would be mad at me. I was sending him on a wild gooses chase while I was with Bucky the whole time.

Before going back to the apartment I stopped by the coffee shop in front of the tower. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone from the team there, but I found Clint leaving the shop with a cup as I was walking in.

“Hey stranger,” he said when he saw me. “Long time no see.”

“I know,” I laugh.

He looks around for a second before leaning in closer to me. “We need to talk,” he whispered so no one would hear. “Nat told me about the ‘problem’ your having.”

“Of course she did,” I sighed. “Let me get some caffeine, and then we can talk,” I told him.

After getting my drink I meet with Clint outside the coffee shop and we walk down the street away from the tower and to the park.

“What exactly did she tell you,” I ask him.

“That you are in quite a pickle,” he tells me.

“That would be putting it lightly,” I mutter taking a drink of my coffee.

“Do you want to tell me what is going on?”

“I can’t,” I tell him.

“Right, because it’s ‘Top Secret,’” he says.

“How did you know,” I ask. “When you were sent after Nat. How did you know she could be saved?”

“That is a long story that I will need a few drinks before being able to tell it,” he sighs. We find an empty bench in the park and take a seat. “Do you think he can be saved?”

“Yes,” I tell him without hesitating. The James I knew was not the Winter Soldier. Hydra was not controlling him anymore. He was a victim of them as much as any one else.

“Wow you really do care for this guy,” Clint says with a smile. “I hope you can figure this out soon because I would like to meet the man who has you like this.”

“It might be over sooner than planned,” I mutter thinking back to Steve and Sam, and their search for Bucky. “I just hope I can get everything strait before then.”

“Good luck,” he says standing up. “If you need anything I’ll be there for you, even if you just want to talk.”

“Thanks Barton,” I tell him as he leaves.

I sit alone on the park bench for a while not wanting to go back to the apartment to face my problems, or make more. The sun was setting now and soon it would be dark. I tossed my empty coffee cup in a trashcan before leaving the park and waking to the apartment.

It was now dark and I was still pretty far away from the apartment, so I took a shortcut through an alley.

It was fairly lit by the bright moon as I walked through it, but that didn’t stop idiots from doing something stupid.

Even though the footsteps were quite and a good distance away I knew they were coming. The one behind me, thug one I would call him, was coming in with some speed, and the one from in front, thug two, was walking along the wall to hide in the shadows.

Thug two jumped out from where he was trying to hide and grabbed my shoulders before trying to push me down. I held my ground well before thug one came in to help. I lifted my arm up and punched thug two in the face before lifting my let to kick thug one in the stomach. They both stumbled back groaning looking at me surprised.

That surprise soon turned to rage as they both charged at me. Thug one came first. His fist was raised and ready to swing at me. I easily ducked out and dropped to the ground before sticking my leg out and swiping him off his feet.

Thug two had better luck. He took advantage of my new level to tackle me to the ground. The pushed me down and raised his fist. When he dropped it to hit me I moved my head to the side and he hit the hard concert floor instead. As he cried out in pain I pressed my hands to his chest and pushed him away from me. The distance between us allowed me to bring my legs up and I kicked him as hard as I could. He stumbled back before tripping on his friend that was still on the ground and fell to the floor.

I place my hands on my hips and look down at the two pathetic assholes in front of me. What I hadn’t expected was a third thug to come out at me.

He shoved me against the wall harshly causing my head to bang on the brick wall behind me. My head spun for a moment before I could focus on my new attacker. He was using his whole body to keep me pinned to the wall, one arm was pressed across my chest and the other was lifted to my throat with a knife.

My knee shot up and I hit him between the legs. His hold on me loosened and I managed to step out. He recovered form my hit quickly. Turning around to face me he still held the knife in one hand, and the other was raised into a fist.

He lunged at me waving the knife in front of him, and I easily blocked him with one hand and made a sharp jab to his side with the other. He swung the blade at me again this time making a cut on my shoulder. The pain of the gash stung and I pulled back.

Thug three smirked at the damage he had caused. I reached behind me and pulled out the gun I had taken with me. His smirk disappeared when I held the gun out in front of me painting at him.

“Not so tuff now huh,” I smirk.

He holds his hands up in surrender and lets the knife clatter on the ground.

“On your knees,” I tell him. “Hands behind your head.”

He does as I tell him and slowly gets on his knees holding his hands behind his head.

I take one step toward him and I see him flinch. I wanted to laugh at his how pathetic all three of them were. Instead I keep walking toward him and step behind him.

“Maybe this will teach you not to mess with women,” I say before bringing the back of the gun to his head. He falls forward on the ground with a thump.

I sigh and place the gun back where I had it. I take out my phone and leave a quick call to the police to leave a tip of what happened.

“Thanks fellas I needed to blow off some steam,” I call out behind me before leaving the alley.

I walk the rest of the way to the apartment with my hand pressed to my bleeding wound. The cut was deep, and could possibly need stitches. I wouldn’t know until I was at the apartment and cleaned it off. I wasn’t afraid of the blood streaming out of the gash, or all the bruises I would wake up to, it was my head I was worried about.

The idiot had managed to make me hit it pretty hard, and a concussion was a possibility.

I stumbled out of the elevator when it reached my floor and walked to my apartment.

With a bloody hand I pulled out my keys and opened the door. Before I could step inside I heard a door opening behind me.

“Kat,” James said behind me. I mentally cursed. I didn’t want him to see me like this.

“Hey James,” I said turning around and giving him a strained smile.

His eyes dropped down to where I was holding my arm again and I saw something dark cross his eyes.

“Who did this to you,” he growled taking a step closer to me.

“I’m fine,” I tell him. “It’s nothing.”

“It is not nothing,” he says angrily. “Who hurt you?”

“James I’m fine,” I try to tell him again. I take a step back into the apartment. My head spins and I reach out to grab the door for support. James is quick to come forward and takes me in his arms before leading me to my couch. I am in too much pain to complain that the blood will stain the couch as he set me down.

“I will kill whoever did this to you,” he says.

“James don’t,” I reach out for him. “The police will take care if them.”

“Them,” he says outraged. “It was more than one.”

“Yes, and this is the part were I say ‘you should see the other guy,’” I laugh softly before flinching because my head was still hurting.

“What happened,” he insisted.

“Some idiots thought they could jump me in an alley,” I tell him. “One of them pulled a knife on me and I hit my head pretty hard.”

He looks at my bleeding arm for a moment before looking back at me. “Can you lift your arm,” he asks.

I try to lift it, but hiss in pain before it can get too high.

“Do you have a first-aid kit,” he asks.

“Under the kitchen sink,” I tell him.

He disappears into the kitchen, and I hear the sound of the cupboards opening and closing before he walks back into the living room with the kit.

He sets it on the coffee table and opens it before kneeling in front of me.

“I have to cut you out of that shirt,” he says pulling out the scissors from the kit.

“It’s fine,” I tell him. “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I chuckle trying to lighten the mood.

He ignores my comment and begins to cut through the fabric. Slowly he peals the shirt clinging to my body.

Once the shirt is off he takes out some supplies from the kit and begins cleaning off the wound. I take in a sharp breath through my clenched teeth.

He stops what he is doing and looks up at me, “I’m sorry,” he says looking at me worried.

“I’m fine,” I reassure him. He continues cleaning off the blood and I dig my nails into my palm to keep from flinching again.

After he is done cleaning it off he looks up at me again. “It’s going to need stitches,” he tells me. “I can do them, but I think you should go to a hospital-.”

“No,” I cut him off. “No hospitals.”

“It’s going to hurt,” he says looking at me concerned.

“Just give me some ibuprofen,” I tell him. “I’ll be fine.”

He stitches the gash with precision and caution, and looked up at me often to see if I was fine. I would give him a small reassuring smile before he continued his work.

When he was finished I looked down to see the perfect row of stitches in my arm.

“Thank you James,” I tell him as he puts away everything.

“You’re welcome,” he says. He was still kneeling in front of me when I reached out with my uninjured arm to caress his cheek in my palm.

How was it possible that in such a short amount of time the man in front of me could make me question everything about my life?

I lean into him and press my lips to his. What should have been a simple kiss quickly turned into something more. I pulled him closer to my by the collar of his shirt and leaned back on the couch with him hovering over me. He used his metal hand to support his weight and the other moved to my cheek.

I needed him closer to me so I lifted my other hand to close the space between us. A sharp pain shot through my arm when I moved it and I pulled back from the kiss hissing in pain.

James begins to pull away completely when I stop him. “Wait,” I say grabbing his arm.

“You’re hurt,” he frowns.

“Don’t leave me,” I tell him.

“Never,” he says kissing me again.

Part 9

Who told us that Magnussen was blackmailing Mary?

What if it’s the other way around?

Going out on a GINORMOUS, CRACKY LIMB HERE - if, as we have believed from almost the beginning, that both Mary and Magnussen worked for Moriarty - then what happens if Mary turned out to BE Moriarty ALL ALONG?

1. “You should put that on a t-shirt” We all thought CAM and Mary picked up this line from their shared boss…but what if it was CAM who simply…picked it up from his boss while listening in to recorded conversations from a bug Mary planted in her own bedroom a la Watergate {holy fuck there’s another meta} to catch John possibly cheating on her?

2. “I had people standing by” as in, MARY was LITERALLY STANDING BY SHERLOCK AS HE PULLED JOHN OUT OF THE BONFIRE. If putting John in the bonfire to test Sherlock’s feelings towards him was Mary’s idea all along, this makes WAY more sense for her to be the one to literally carry out this plan, from passing on messages to Sherlock through HER OWN PHONE GODDAMMIT BRAIN QUIT WITH THE SPONTANEOUS META  to literally giving herself the perfect alibi for putting john in the bonfire?!!?!?

3. (courtesy Ariane Devere, as always): 

MAGNUSSEN (offscreen): What-what-what would your husband think, eh?
(Sherlock walks carefully towards a partially open door at the end of the hall.)
MAGNUSSEN (offscreen): He … your lovely husband, upright, honourable …
(Sherlock looks through the gap in the door and sees Magnussen on his knees with his hands behind his head and cowering.)
MAGNUSSEN: … so English. What-what would he say to you now?
(Standing in front of him, someone dressed all in black and wearing black gloves pulls back the pistol and silencer they are pointing at Magnussen and cocks the gun before pointing the business end at him again. He cowers, whimpering and momentarily lapsing into Danish.)
MAGNUSSEN: Nej, nej! [No, no!]
(Sherlock slowly pushes the door open.)
MAGNUSSEN (tearfully, tremulously): You’re-you’re doing this to protect him from the truth … but is this protection he would want?

Is this the manner of a man who is blackmailing someone else? I mean, yes, he has a gun pointed at him, but let’s be logical here: even if Mary did scale the building and break in (or get Janine to let her in in that outfit), why would CAM be reduced to a sniveling mess? He’s got like eight feet on this woman, and plenty of security alarms to boot. No, this is the position of a subordinate, someone who expected his boss to show up and caught unawares.

4. “Mary: Lots of love, Poppet. Oodles of love and heaps of good wishes from CAM. Wish your family could have seen this.” To which Mary very obviously makes a face of discomfort, just so that John (and possibly Sherlock) can see. If she actually is a brilliant undercover agent, there is NO WAY she would let her guard down like that, in front of literally everyone. I think she planted that telegram herself, either to make herself out as a potential victim, or to send Sherlock (or Mycroft) on a wild goose chase.

5. I keep getting reminded of that one time John and Sherlock were patted down in their own home but NOT IN APPLEDORE?!!?! The ONLY way CAM would not have searched every orifice would be because he was ordered to do so. Remember, if Mycroft was awake and flying a helicopter by the time Sherlock shot CAM, Mary would have been up and about and giving orders, too.

6. Which leads us into…..CAM LITERALLY SHOWING JOHN AND SHERLOCK THE EVIDENCE THEY CAME FOR THE MOMENT THEY WALK IN THE ROOM. EVIDENCE OF MARY AS A SECRET AGENT. EVIDENCE OF MARY AS A MASTERMIND. No wonder CAM let his guard down - he figured the brilliant Sherlock Holmes would deduce everything and let CAM off the hook. He didn’t realize sentiment - about John, about Mary herself - would get in the way.

I know this is super-cracky, but any thoughts on this from the Meta Masters @jenna221b, @waitingforgarridebs, @cupidford, @heimishtheidealhusband, @wmsscottholmes, @may-shepard, @benaddicted, @snogbox1

Past to Present

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,455

Song: The Business-X Ambassadors

Warnings: cursing, a lil’ smut, and some feels 

Request: If you haven’t listened to X Ambassadors you totally should! I think a Dean x Reader to their song Business would be adorable.

A/N: This is for the amazing infinity1321, I hope you like it and X Ambassadors are now one of my favorite bands, thanks to you. I just wanna apologize to everybody who has been waiting on requests, I had a really hectic week so I didn’t get a lot of writing done :( Also, I was really thinking about making this a series, but only if people want a part 2. So if you want a second part to this PLEASE LET ME KNOW! Love you guys! <3

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You took a gulp of your iced coffee and tore away from the thick book.  When you recognized the tall duo before you, that same beverage was spewed across the table. The startlingly attractive man in front received the worst of it on both his face and jacket. He grimaced, then let out a low chuckle as he took several napkins off your table. “Nice to see you, too, Y/N.”

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