you see she's being born now

The Foxes as things my roommates have said
  • Renee: (when asked if she could beat us in a fight) Well I didn't want to brag but I could destroy all of you.
  • Kevin: I have training in the morning but that's for sober me to worry about.
  • Andrew: I only like two things in life: being gay and getting into fights. And I just got done being gay.
  • Aaron: I'm going to the library. If you see me there, please pretend you didn't.
  • Nicky: oh man you're heterosexual? what a shame. what a fucking shame.
  • Dan: My mom was artificially inseminated. I didn't need a man to be born and I don't need one now.
  • Matt: You guys are my friends and I love you but you're fucking idiots.
  • Neil: I'm starting to realize I didn't have a happy childhood. Should I, like, see a therapist or something?
  • Allison: I'd invite you to thanksgiving at my family's summer home in Vermont but I can't let you see me and my family wear matching polo shirts and khakis
  • Bonus from my RA:
  • David: I want you all to consider me a friend! But also remember that I can get you kicked out so don't pull any shit.
  • Abby: No need to call 911. I have some bandaids in my room and also some vodka but don't tell anyone about that.
  • Bee: You can talk to me at any time, day or night. But I know you won't, you emotionally stunted bastards.

“She was a dear pet of mine. I remember John being amazed to see me being so loving to an animal. He said, ‘I’ve never seen you like that before.’ I’ve since thought, you know, he wouldn’t have. It’s only when you’re cuddling around with a dog that you’re in that mode, and she was a very cuddly dog.”

[Paul, Many Years From Now, Barry Miles]

Paul with his beloved Old English Sheepdog, Martha who was born on the 16th June, 1966. Incidentally the photos were (allegedly) taken on Paul’s 25th birthday in 1967. 

Unlike Him

With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.

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Warning: Smut

This is my first Riverdale imagine. Sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in a long time. Let me know if you guys like it and if you want a part 2!


With the recent murders in my hometown of Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother, Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted out of).  So I called the only person I knew who would make me feel safe.

  Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning on the TV, to see what was on.

    After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.

  “I am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s nothing to do.”

Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”

With that I let out a sigh, dramatically falling onto Jugheads, still laying body.  Finally an idea came to me. This might just be the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in shining armor.  I tried getting over it, I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse being that it was “too hot”.  I just wanted to pounce.  

  I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided. However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.  

Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him, then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.

Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.

“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he responded.

Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly flipping us over, making it so he was on top.  After that he put his hands on my waist, slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he was already shirtless.

As we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward, Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.

  Lying back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something. Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my desperate moans.

Finally having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”

  Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it all better.

  Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and out, creating a natural rhythm.

I could see he was restraining himself from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”

After my words he became ramping up his pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.

Before I knew it I was there, moaning out his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too.  As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly feel asleep.

I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4 am, I wondered where he was going.

Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still dark out.”

  I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look on his face I couldn’t quite make out.

“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to avoid looking in my eyes.

Tears started coming to my eyes. How could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.

“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked me too,” I began.

“Yes it is, I completely regret this happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and with that he was out the door.

How could this happen? I quickly called the only 2 people I could think of.

Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better without him.

At lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that he acted the way he did.

“Well at least he wore a condom, so you can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.

Everyone burst out laughing, except for me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he?  I tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead, who were headed to the table.

At the table everyone looked around, with Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”

Quickly the two girls thought about it and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.


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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 6 ❤️

A/N: Omg you guys are gonna hate me! *cries hysterically* This was so hard to write because of major feels, but i promise it’ll get better! Borky is a good dude ok and he will make it all better lol. I hope y’all like it! Enjoy! - Delilah  ❤️

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Major feels. Get a tissue, you’re gonna need it. 

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Behave - Bruce Wayne x Amazon!Reader

Summary : You’re Diana Prince’s, aka Wonder Woman, little sister…And you’ve always been the rebel amongst the amazons, the black sheep. You left long ago, and got hitch with the famous Bruce Wayne, when a problem  brings you back to your home island of Themyscira.

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-(Y/N), are you going to behave ? 

It’s always the same question. Over and over again. Yeah ok, true, you weren’t the calmest kid and your curiosity often lead to a lot of troubles but…Diana was kinda the same and no one ever told her to “behave”. 

Even now, as you were a grown ass woman, it was this good old question, that you just couldn’t stand anymore. It was moments like this, that made you glad you left all those years ago. 


Being Diana little sister wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy at all. When you were born, much in the same way than her, molded in clay and brought to life by Zeus, your big sister was already a hero. 

She was already adulated by all on Themyscira island. Everyone always told you : “You see Diana ? Be like Diana”…And in a sense, you became a bit like her. 

Only, when the other amazons told you to take Diana as an example, they were talking about how well she fought, about her principles and other things like that ! Not her…stubbornness and strong will. 

Ultimately, being strong willed was a good thing but…Well, the only thing you took after your sister is the way she has, sometimes, that “I do whatever I want” kind of persona. But maybe a bit to much to the extreme. 

Because as a child, Diana listened to your mother, your aunt (that you unfortunately never met but heard a lot about), and other amazons while you ? You, you had trouble with authorities. 

You couldn’t stand people ordering you around. You hated when someone said you couldn’t do something…But the worst was that their explanation as to why you had to do things they said were stupid. 

“Do as I said because I’m an adult and I know better”, who decided of that ? “Don’t do that, we’ll explain to you later why you can’t do it”, that was so dumb ! Instead of explaining to you why you couldn’t do things, they’d just expect you to follow their order and…well, that wasn’t your nature. 

Besides, it was almost unbearable to always be compared to Diana. To always hear that she was better than you because of this, or because of that…Fortunately, you didn’t grew to resent her, but you did start to resent your entire people. 

None of them understood you. Not even your mother. 

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Throw a book at my head? We'll see who has the last laugh.

So this happens back in freshman year of high school for me, about twenty years ago. Little bit of a back story, I was born with Neurofibromatosis, a genetic condition that causes tumor growth on nerve endings and a large list of other problems like early onset puberty, blindness, epilepsy, death ect.

I had this teacher who if you called her an ancient old hag you’d be being polite. For whatever reason she had it out for me I can only pin it down to her being a bully. Now I had been sick because of my medical condition and had action plans with the school as to not fall behind, the teacher knew of my condition because of this.

So one day I come into the classroom and there’s a depiction of me on the whiteboard with the words “tumor boy” above it….the teacher just shrugged and laughed, she had disclosed my medical condition to the entire class. I tell the principal, nothing. The guidance counselor nothing, my parents? Nothing. Nobody believes me. It’s my word against hers, so for now I let it go. I’m very patient so I know I’ll get another opportunity.

Another incident, she hits my hand with a ruler when I ask her to stop taunting me in front of the other students my medical condition is nobody’s business but my own. She tells the class I have brain tumors which is why my head is so large. She also points out that I have the in my feet again disclosing private medical information just to be a vile person. I again go through everyone, again nobody believes me.

So then I get a mild case of the flu, and miss about a week of school so I ask if I can bring a recorder to school to tape lessons to catch up it’s immediately put in my file for whatever reason she missed this meeting, still it’s in my file so she should know about the agreement. So now I know if she acts like a rancid bitch again her ass is mine, all I need is bait which pretty much just takes me showing up.

The very next day at school I’m sitting in class with the recorder taping in my bag, and she starts with her daily routine of asking someone to draw a picture of “me and all my tumors” on the white board, I again ask her to stop and this is where the book is thrown at my head with a loud thud followed by a profanity filled tirade about how terrible of a child I am.

It’s at this point I stop the recorder, and tell her exactly what I think of her and am then physically removed from the class and taken to the principals office, and I’m expelled.

Once I got home is when I showed my parents the tape, within twenty minutes we are back at the school playing it for the principal and vice principal threatening legal action. Needless to say my expulsion is lifted and she is fired on the spot just before retirement, losing her retirement money.

She even called me after and asked “why are you doing this”? I simply told her she did it to herself and hung up.

To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!

A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)


Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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Someday Your Child May Cry

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18. Agreement

There’s almost nothing about what Scully is seeing that indicates to her that she might be dreaming. Everything is solid, firm, corporeal, not a hint of fog around the edges, anywhere she looks. Her apartment, as she wanders through it, looks precisely as it always does, not a plant or a picture frame out of place.

The only clue that this isn’t real is, at first, the fish tank, instantly recognizable as Mulder’s, sitting against the wall in the corner of her living room.

She crosses the room to investigate, frowning in confusion, when the sound of Mulder’s voice, drifting through the apartment, catches her attention. It’s muffled, as though coming from behind a closed door, but she thinks that….

Her confusion deepens. Is Mulder singing?

His voice, she deduces, is coming from her spare bedroom, the door to which is closed. She recognizes the song that he’s singing in a low, warbling voice- it’s something she remembers hearing on the radio pretty frequently a few years back. It had caused her heart to clench in her chest, the first time she’d heard it, because it had reminded her of her father.

“Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay?
And like a ship out on the ocean, I’m rocking you to sleep.
The water’s dark, and deep inside this ancient heart,
You’ll always be a part of me.”

Scully pushes open the door to find that the room has been completely transformed. The walls have been painted a soft peach, the plaid drapes on the window have been replaced with white lace, and in place of the full-size bed that once stood against the left-hand wall, there’s now a handsome cherry crib. Mulder is standing in front of it, facing away from the door, rocking slowly back and forth. He turns when he hears her approach.

Nestled in his arms, fast asleep, is a newborn baby girl.

“Hey,” Mulder says in a low voice, smiling softly at Scully. “I finally got her to sleep.” He looks incredibly proud of himself, and his expression melts into one of total devotion as he gazes down at the little pink bundle in his arms. Scully crosses the room to them slowly. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She is,” Scully agrees, standing by his side and looking down into the tiny, scrunched face. The baby snuffles in her sleep, then quiets back down. Scully reaches out, slowly, reverently, and strokes the soft, downy fluff on top of her head. Mulder lifts her up and presses a tender kiss to the baby’s forehead.

“She’s got your nose,” he tells Scully. “Lucky girl.” Scully chuckles.

“This is another dream,” she says quietly, and Mulder becomes serious. They’ve been continuing to share dreams- not every night, but often enough- in the week since being rescued from the underground fungus on Brown Mountain.

“Yeah, it is,” he agrees. “It’s a good one, though, isn’t it?”

“Definitely,” Scully says. She leans against Mulder’s shoulder, watching him watch the baby. “Is this one mine, or yours, do you think?” Mulder frowns.

“I think….” He hesitates, glancing down at her. “Is my fish tank out in the living room, Scully?” She nods. “I think it’s mine, then. Unless you’re harboring concerns for the well-being of my fish that you haven’t shared with me, I don’t know why you would imagine their tank into your living room… whereas I’ve pictured it plenty of times before.” His gaze doesn’t waver as she processes the implications of what he’s telling her.

“So….” She swallows hard. This is the question, the one they’ve been dancing around ever since she’d asked him to help her, the one she’s been too frightened to ask him for nearly a year now. She’s still terrified, even now, when she knows she’s dreaming, that none of this is real. “When you think about the future… about after the baby is born… this is what you imagine?”

“Yeah,” he tells her, and in his eyes, she can suddenly see that he’s every bit as afraid as she is. “Yeah, Scully, it is.”

He imagines being here, in her apartment. Living here, presumably, if his fish are here. Holding their baby. Singing her to sleep. Holding her, kissing her, doting on her like any awestruck and devoted parent would do.

He imagines being a father to their child.

“What do you imagine, Scully?” he asks her, his voice shaking ever so slightly. She looks down at the child in his arms, sleeping peacefully, and strokes their daughter’s velvety cheek.

“This,” she whispers. She looks up at him to find his eyes full of joy and relief. “I imagine this.”

The dream fades out as Mulder bends and presses his lips to hers.


Mulder slowly surfaces from sleep to find Scully already awake. She’s facing him in her bed, her eyes shining in the dim light from her bedroom window. He can’t quite make out her expression in the dark, but if he had to guess, he’d say that she’s nervous.

“So,” he says, his voice sleep-rough and slurring, “think there’s any chance that this means we’re having a girl?” The tension drains from her face, and she laughs weakly.

“You really were dreaming that with me, then?” she asks. “I was scared it might just be wishful thinking on my part.” He shakes his head. “How long have you felt this way?” 

“Truthfully?” She nods. “Since long before you ever asked me to help you do this.” She’s suddenly perfectly still- he’s not even sure she’s breathing- and he worries that he’s said too much. 

“When did it start?” Her tone of voice is difficult to read, but he decides, the hell with it, he’s telling her the full truth for once.

“Not long after I fell in love with you,” he admits. Her hand gropes on the mattress between them, and he reaches out and takes hold of it.

“Which was when?” she whispers.

“Do you remember John Lee Roche?” he asks her, and she shudders.

“How could I forget?” He nods- it’s a stupid question, really.

“Do you remember, after it was all over, when we were back in the office and you told me to go home and sleep?” 

“I remember thinking you wouldn’t listen to me,” she says. “I think you hugged me?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I was sitting in my chair, and you were standing next to me, and I leaned over and put my arm around your waist.”

“My hips, really,” Scully interjects, and he chuckles.

“Okay, your hips,” he amends. “I’ll admit, I knew I was probably pushing the bounds of what you would consider appropriate, but you didn’t stop me. You held my head against your stomach-”

“Against my breasts, wasn’t it?”

“Woman, will you let me tell you this story or not?” She laughs. “Anyway, you held me and stroked my hair, and I just… I felt so safe, all of a sudden, in spite of everything that had happened. I felt this incredible surge of affection and I realized… no one in the world had ever made me feel the way that you did. The way that you do.” He strokes her cheek. “And from that moment, I knew that I loved you.”

“Mulder….” Her voice breaks on the ragged edge of her tears, and she closes the space between them, kissing him deeply.

“I don’t want to miss anything, Scully,” he tells her when they finally draw apart. “I want to be here with you for all of it, if you’ll have me.” She holds his hands in both of hers and kisses his knuckles tenderly.

“I’d like that, Mulder,” she says.

Past the black where sirens sing

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Siren!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of blood and mature themes (nothing too heavy tho)

Word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: Two in the morning, during this moonless night, as Yoongi is playing his demons away with slender fingers above the white and black of a piano keys.

And nothing would be different than usual, really, if it wasn’t for the strange girl sitting at his window, claiming to be a siren in love with his music.

Author’s note: for my loved @yoongihime, even tho it’s a couple of days late and she deserves so much more than this <3 

I love you, sweetie ❤

Yoongi doesn’t consider himself a believer. He never fell for the shining lure of myths and tales, nor for the solace of a higher being molding the universe – the hell, he didn’t even believe in the monsters under his bed when he was only a naïve tiny child.

These days some people would call him a cynical man, yet Yoongi knows that this is not really the case, for he simply holds his faith closer to the rational state of his mind rather than to the realm of pointless delirium. If the eyes can’t see it, then why should he presume it real, after all?

Just use the damn brain you had the luck to born with, for God’s sake.

So, Yoongi is well aware that all these people always ready to raise their finger at him and mark him as a crude, cold human being would now be left astonished, if they saw him in his room with a completely unamused expression as he stills his fingers above the piano keys and asks “so, what exactly are you?” to the beautiful, strange girl perched on his windowsill.

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Mrs. America

Captain America x y/n Kent. 

Y/n Kent is the daughter of superman and wonder woman. Her parents send her to another universe because their world is ending. Here she meets fury and he helps her get used to this new world and has been working unofficially as his assistant since she was 20. Then Loki attacks and she has to step up and become a member of the avengers.

Guys Like That- Complete!

Bucky x plus sized!Reader.

 You are an inhuman with intuitive intelligence who tony and Bruce hired to work with in the lab. You have a crush on Bucky and Bucky has a crush on you. But you mistake his flirting for him being friendly.

The Deal with the Devil 

Bruce Wayne X Reader. 

You’re the female version of Daredevil. This takes place in the DC universe.

How Could We Choose 

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers. 

You, Steve and Bucky had been friends since childhood. Right before the war it had turned into something more for the three of you. You had been shipped out first since you were a trained nurse. Once Steve gets chosen for the super soldier program he requests that you be brought state side so that there is a medical professional he trusts present during the procedure. The night before the trial you are sitting with Steve and Dr. Erskine comes in and says that he would like to give you the serum too. He gives you the injection and you become enhanced but your body doesn’t grow like Steve’s. You fight alongside Steve, Bucky and the Howling Commandos. You fall off of the train with Bucky. 

Hey, I’ve Got You

Tony Stark x enhanced! Reader

Summary -The reader was captured and experimented on and given the healing factor and she has claws that extend out from the bed of their nails. The people who are experiment on her cover her skeleton in vibranium. So the reader now has metal claws. They keep her locked away for a very long time. They rarely feed her or let her out because there is such a high chance of her escape now. Somehow the UN panel that is in charge of the accords finds out about the illegal experiments and send Iron Man in to shut down the operation. The reader is the only one there because the scientists had gotten word that they had been discovered. Tony finds the reader and takes her back to the compound.

Green With Envy 

Bruce Banner x Daughter!reader and Peter Parker x Reader

You and your little brother Wyatt have been living on your own since your mother ran out on you two years ago. You hadn’t seen your father since you were 10 and now 7 years later he shows up on your door step asking for your help. Him and the avengers need a place to lay low for a while. Everyone is shocked to meet you and your brother. They never expected Bruce to have kids. Let alone enhanced ones!

A Timeless Love 

Bucky Barnes X reader X Steve Rogers

Summary- In a world where everyone is born with the name of their soulmate-or soulmates- on their wrist the reader has the horrible fate of being bound to two dead soldiers. That is until she sees Captain America fighting in New York. Does she run from her destined love or does she go to him?

Fire and Ice 

Loki X Enhanced! Reader

Summary- You were one of the three founders of the X-men, but you’ve had enough of the world and after Charles dies you, Wade Wilson and Logan move to an isolated cabin in the forest. Because of the lack of leadership the X-men dissolve and go their seprate ways. One day the man you blame for a lot of you issues-Fury shows up at your door with the Avengers and Loki, he tells you that the world is coming to an end and it’s time to get the band back together.

Sanctuary -Complete!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You are a princess on the run from your cruel brother. Three men- Bruce (the court doctor), Tony (a weapons designer who worked for your father) and Clint (your most trusted guard) sneak you into enemy territory.  They bring you to the Winter Court where they ask King James for assistance in exchange for their skills and your hand in marriage. He agrees. Will this arrangement turn into love? Or will it always be political?

Sense8: Avengers Edition

Avengers x reader (polyfic) 

Summary: You were one of eight. The eight of you are one. There was T’Challa, the Prince of Wakanda. Tony Stark, heir to a billion dollar company.  Bruce Banner, boy genius. Natasha Romanoff, a girl from Russia who went to a really weird school. Thor, who was a prince of another realm called Asgard. Clint Barton, a boy who ran away to the circus-a circus that wasn’t really a circus. Steve Rogers, a man who was frozen in the Artic.  And then there was you- a girl who only had to think of a place and then they would be there. All eight of you hadn’t met in person- but that was all about to change.

Love at First Punch 

Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary- Reader is the daughter of green arrow and black canary and first meets Damian a couple weeks after he starts to live with Bruce. He says something rude and you punches him in the face and it’s been happily ever after ever since. When you are 18 you, Damian and Bart Allen get sucked into another universe. One where Thomas Wayne, your grandfather and Nora Allen are all alive and they are founding members of their justice league. In an attempt to get back to your universe Bart accidentally brings you to another universe where you are ambushed and taken into custody by none other than the Avengers. Will the three of you make it back home?

The Witch of the Rogers Pack 

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You and your father left your hometown of Salem, Massachusetts to move to Beacon Hills, California after a hunter attacked your home and killed your mother. You and your mother were the last witches from an old and powerful coven and now it was just you. You attempt to lay low until the Rogers pack confronts you about why you’re on the dead pool.

You Deserve More Than Me 

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You are King Stevens beloved little sister, who is hopelessly in love with his best friend High Duke James. The only problem is James refuses to see you when he gets home from battle.

Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.


“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

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Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 3)

Stiles x Reader

Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now?

Word count: 2584

Other parts: Part 1  - Part 2 - Part 4 - part 5 -

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“What were you thinking!” my mom shouted at me from the passenger’s seat once we got into the car. I didn’t say anything. Not because I was ignoring my mother, but simply because I had no idea what to say. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I was thinking in the first place. And everything because of those beautiful whisky eyes… 

“(Y/N)! Are you even listening?”

“Of course I am, mother,” I said, as calmly as I could. 

“So what did I just say?” she crossed her arms and looked at me with great expectations. I just sighed and didn’t respond. That was clearly enough for my mother. 

“Well, I hope you had enough alone time with your friend up there, because I forbid you to see him.” Soon after she said it, she realised that she made a big mistake with her word choice. “You know what I mean.” 

 I did. But that didn’t even bother me. What was stuck in my mind, was how she said that word: friend. It was so full of disgust. So what? Now I couldn’t be friends with boys? My mom always had problems with me hanging out with the male gender, but it never went this far. Well, then again, I never ran away from a dinner party before with somebody of the male gender. 

 “Fine.” I said, “But I do want to let you know that he was the only person today that did not think I was a freak.” 

“I really do not care now!” 

“Honey!” my father finally spoke up from behind his steering wheel. He gave my mom a stern look, but she totally ignored it. At least he tried. That was probably the only thing you could do with my mom: try. Especially if she was angry. And in this case she was pissed. 

 At home I was directly send to my room. Which was fine, as I did not want to talk to my parents anyway. And if I went to sleep now, I could see Stiles again. 

The next morning, I was woken up by my father for a change. 

 “Wake up sweetie.” he said softly. I opened my eyes and was greeted with my own reflection from my glasses. My dad put them into my hand and I put them on. “There are some clothes on the chair. Put them on. Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” and he left, closing the door behind him.  

I got up and looked at the clothes that were neatly left for me. It was a simple black t shirt with some skinny jeans and a hoodie. I put it on and walked to the kitchen, with my cane in my hand. 

 My mom was already up and cooking. She didn’t say a word to me. Drama queen. I sat down and she shoved a plate of food in front of me. I ate it without commenting. 

 When I was done with my breakfast, dad told me to get the rest of my stuff because we were leaving in a few minutes. I walked back to my room and got my books. I put them into my backpack and with that I was ready. My dad was already waiting for me, so we could quickly leave for school. 

 At the end, I did say a quick “Bye,” to my mom, but obviously she just ignored me. 

As if it became a tradition, neither I nor my father spoke while driving. I started to get used to it. Not talking was definitely easier than making up lies as answers to their stupid and unnecessary questions. 

Finally arriving in the parking lot of the school, I opened the door, but I was stopped by my father: “Do I have to walk you to the entrance?”

“No, it’s fine, a friend is actually picking me up from here,” I lied. 

“Well, than I’ll wait until she gets here.” I wanted to tell him he shouldn’t, but as if on  queue, Lydia’s car drove into the parking lot. I released a deep breath that I didn’t know I was holding. She parked right next to my father’s car and once she got out, she greeted me with a wide smile and a hug. 

 “(Y/N)! Good morning.” 

 “Morning,” I said a bit awkwardly. I did not expect her to be a morning person. She finally let go of me and said a quick hello to my dad. He, in his turn, just waved and drove off. 

 “He seems-”

“Don’t. Just don’t finish that sentence.” I sighed. “Let’s go inside.” Lydia agreed and we walked towards the school. But surprisingly, we were stopped in our footsteps when my father’s car almost drove us over. Lydia stopped my right in time, otherwise I would have been a pancake. He rolled down his window and looked at Lydia. 

“Here are mine and her mothers numbers and out adress. If something happens call one of us. But better call me.”

“Okay, thank you sir.” she said unsure. Of course, my dad didn’t say anything back, just nodded his head slightly and drove off again.  

It was still quite empty in the building. I even think we were the only ones here. 

“So, how was the dinner,” Lydia surprised me with the question. How did she even know about it. 

 “Yeah, Stiles SKYPE’d all of us afterwards and told us about it,” she explained and I immediately started to blush. I started to wonder about what exactly he told them. But, did anything happen actually? 

 “Oh.” I simply said after a while. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lydia give me small smile. We stopped in front of her locker and she put some books in it. Slowly, people started to turn up. 

 “Hey guys,” I heard Malia’s voice from afar. She walked up to us. She was still looking at me the same way as yesterday. Fortunately, she didn’t comment on it this time. She started to talk to Lydia and I tried not to listen. I looked around, without looking like I was actually looking, for somebody else I knew. 

“Scott, shut up,” a voice erupted from the end of the hall. A few seconds later. Stiles showed up through the crowd. He smiled when he saw me, but I obviously couldn’t return the favour. 

 “Hey, (Y/N). You going to your locker?”

“Yes actually. Do you want to join me?” 

 “It would be an honour.” he lightly bowed down and I had to hold in a giggle. Why was he so adorable? 

 Stiles said a quick “hey” to the girls, took my hand and lead me to our lockers. Even though more and more people started to show up in the hallways, it was still empty where we were supposed to be. We stopped in front of my locker and I unlocked it. Stiles was leaning against the wall next to me and just looking at me with a small smile. It was a bit strange, but I enjoyed it. 

 “So, last night,” he said once I closed my locker again. 

 “What about it.” 

 Stiles thought for a second. I could see he was bothered by something. “Uhm, nevermind.” he shrugged and walked to his locker. I followed him with my eyes from behind m dark glasses. As usual, he looked amazing. His dark hair was up and messy. His shirt showed off every feature that needed to be showed off. But what amazed me the most was, how he didn’t notice how good he looked. From the other side of the hallway, I saw two girls looking at him and when he turned around to say hi, they immediately started to blush. And there were plenty of other girls who would react the same. 

 “So, I was thinking,” he said after a minute, “would you like to hang out today, after school?”

“I would love to,” I said, but quickly my smile faded, “But my mom kind of forbid me to hang out with you after, you know.” 



 “Well, I have lacrosse practice today, so if you want, you can come by and we can talk there.” he suggested. 

 “Don’t you need the… I don’t know, practice then.” 

 “Oh no. I don’t really do anything there. I’m pretty bad.” I wanted to say that I was sure he was better than he thought, but right at that moment, the bell rang, so we had to head to class. Just like yesterday, Stiles guided me to the class. And the next one too. And the one after that. And also to lunch. 

We were the first to arrive at the table so we just ate in silence and waited until the rest arrived. 

“Hey, guys,” I heard Scott say once he arrived at the table with Kira. They sat next to each other, opposite of Stiles and I,  and to be honest, I was so jealous of how cute they looked together. Stiles started to talk to his best friend and without realisation, he put his arm on the back rest of the chair I was sitting on for support. I knew it was no big deal, his arm wasn’t round me it was just behind me. But I just couldn’t help but smile to myself at the thought of being embraced by… 

 “(Y/N)?” My thoughts were broken by somebody calling my name. 

 “Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, whoever had called me. 

“I was asking if you know anything about lacrosse.”  Scott repeated himself.

 “Uhm, not really. I don’t know anything about any sport.” I said a bit unsure. I felt so stupid. So… alone. Nobody knew what it was like to be like me. No one could relate or genuinely say: “I know what you mean” or “I know that feeling”. Because they don’t. I mean: How many people that are born blind, get attacked by an wild animal and get their sight back. But of course, they don’t want to be turned into a science experiment, so they still have to pretend to be blind. Only this time, they also have a gigantic scar across their face. 

 “That’s okay. I will tell you everything about it,” Stiles said with a big smile as he, this time for real, put his arm around me and gave me a sideways hug. I thanked him and hugged him back. I gelt everybody at the table looking at us. Together with Lydia and Malia that had just joined us. I could see that Malia was trying very hard not to stare at me like she did the day before, because she only looked very quickly at me and Stiles and never made “eye contact” with me ever again. It made me very uneasy. There was definitely something about me that she didn’t like. 

The bell rang and I walked with Scott, who I shared my next lesson with, to the classroom. He was very sweet, but nothing compared to Stiles. 

“What do you think?” 

“Of what?” I answered his question with another one. 

“Beacon Hills, School, S-” he coughed, ‘uhum, us.” 

“Everything is great. Except for the fact that my mom hates it that, for the first time in my life, I’m making friends.” Scott clearly did not know what to say. Who would blame him?  After sometime, he finally managed to say something: “I’m sure she’ll get over it quickly.” right at the point that we stepped into the room. For reassurance, I sat down next to Scott. 

The class was very boring. Just like the other teachers today (and yesterday) clearly heard of what happened at ECON, so nobody had asked me to introduce myself or put my glasses off. I was officially the creepy new girl that even the teachers were afraid. Just what I wanted to be. 

After the last lesson of the day, I was dragged outside by Lydia to the bleachers of the lacrosse field. Malia was sitting behind us and I could feel her eyes drilling into the back of my head. 

 “(Y.N)” Stiles yelled my name. I immediately felt my cheeks heat up. Fortunately, the girls didn’t notice it. Or at least, they didn’t comment on it.  

Stiles walked up to us and he sat down next to me. I don’t how or why, but he managed to look even amazing in a simple, old, grey shirt and some track pants. In his hands, he held his lacrosse stick. As he sat down, he accidentally poked me with it in the leg. 

 “Sorry,” he apologised. I told him that it was fine. “You wanna hold it? Like, know what it actually is that I poked you with. Wow, that sounded terrible.” 

“Yeah, sure.” I laughed at his rambling. He handed me his stick. It surprisingly felt lighter than what I imagined it would feel like. Which was still a bit heavy, but it was doable. I put my hands on the top of the stick, where the net it, and felt it. It felt rough and old. A bit worn out too. 

 “You probably have to get a new net. This one feels a bit old,” I told him. Stiles did not seem to be amused by my comment. 

 “HEY KIDS, LOOK OUT!” suddenly somebody shouted from the field. I looked in front of me just to see a small white ball rushing towards me and getting bigger and bigger. Without thinking I swung with the stick and expecting to get hit in the face, I hud behind Stiles, but nothing happened. Instead, people started to cheer. I sat up straight again and looked at the stick that I was holding. This time, there was a heavy, white lacrosse ball in it.  

“Hey, girl. That was amazing. Can you throw it back now?” the coach yelled. 

 “I don’t think she can!” Malia yelled from behind me. 

 “I probably could with some help.” I looked to Stiles with a little smile. We stood up and he put his arms around me, embracing me completely as we held the lacrosse stick together. He showed me where my hands had to be positioned and then turned me to the right position so I would actually throw it in the direction of the coach. Unfortunately, then he let go. I realised there was some wind rushing to the the left, so I swung a bit more to the right. Everybody watched the ball as it flew through the air. It passed coach, but landed perfectly in the net of a stick that was laying on the ground. 

 The small audience on the bleachers erupted in cheers and yells. It actually scared me to realise how many people saw that. “Oh my god! Did I hit somebody?” I asked Stiles, looking a bit a scared. His expression changed very quickly. Before I was looking at him, he seemed to be extremely confused, just like Malia yesterday. As soon as he looked at me, he gave me a wide smile and hugged me. 

 “You did absolutely great.” 

 “That doesn’t really answer my question. I have a feeling that you would be extremely amused by me hitting any person on that field.” 

 “True. Sadly, no. You didn’t hit anyone. In fact, you threw the ball straight into a net of a stick. How the hell did you do that? Are you like Daredevil or something?” 



“which one are you again?” 

“aegon, aunt.”

she looks at him with blank eyes–violet irises with pupils gone pale with age, searching through his face as if unable to articulate the question.

“maekar’s son, who was your cousin daeron’s fourth son.”

a smile cracked across her old face.  “aegon.  of course.  i thought.  but no.  no that would have been years before, and he never named a son after himself.”  

“no, he didn’t, aunt,” aegon agreed, knowing she meant her cousin aegon the unworthy.  she was old–older than anyone else in the palace, or so it seemed.  

“i went to your wedding,” she said.  “to the blackwood girl.  not missy, though she looked rather like her.  what was her name?”

“betha,” aegon says.  

“betha.  yes.  betha.  not bethany.  she was a bracken, and older besides.  how many years ago was that?”


“thirteen.  i was positively young then, wasn’t i?  how old was i?”

“we were wed just after your seventieth name day.”

“seventy and then thirteen.  so that would make me eighty three.  gods i had not thought to live this long.  daena died before thirty, and i can still remember her face…and would you know? i used to be able,” she waved a gnarled finger in the air, “i’d once have been able to do that math in my head.  seventy plus thirteen is eighty three.  yes.   but i fade.  that’s age.  fading eyes, fading wits, fading memory.” she looked at him again with those pale eyes.  “aegon.  son of maekar, son of daeron my dear beloved cousin.  i loved him.”

“i know, aunt,” aegon says.

“and you had a little sister.  rhae, was it?”

“rhae and daella.  two of them.”

“yes, but rhae was the one who was frightened of me. i heard her telling your father so once.  didn’t want to wish me a happy name day.”

aegon blinked, and almost laughed.  “i’d forgotten that.”

“i suppose there’s something left in this old mind,” cackled elaena targaryen.  “she was a sweet girl.  afraid of getting old.  that’s youth for you.  afraid of all the wrong things.”

she gave him a significant look and he felt a chill go up his spine.  if rhae had been afraid of aunt elaena because she was old, aegon had always been nervous about her because somehow she always managed to–

“i raised seven children,” she said, patting his arm.  “but you weren’t one of them.  i know when you’re frightened.  you only ever come find me when you’re frightened.”

aegon swallowed.  

“if you wait much longer to spit it out, i may die,” she japed and aegon felt his mouth open in surprise.  how rarely did he speak with her these days that those words would surprise him?  he knew she had a cutting tongue, and spoke her mind.  betha had liked her very well in the early days at court, before their children, before she’d begun to make friends, before elaena had grown too old to easily make her way across the red keep to take tea with her.  and now she barely remembers betha…a face in a sea of people over a long life, i suppose.  he would tell betha to visit her when he was done.  if you wait much longer to spit it out, i may die.

“aunt elaena, what if they make me king?”

elaena targaryen frowned.  “you have older brothers.”

“aerion is dead, and aemon wears a maester’s chain.  he did not say if he would put it aside for the crown.  what if he doesn’t.  what if i’m to be king?  i don’t want to be king.”



“no man in his right mind should want to be a king.”

that made aegon smile, though he couldn’t say he was amused.  

“if they make you king, they make you king.  it’s an unfortunate thing–most kings don’t decide to be king.  it happens to them.  you’ll be part of that grand tradition.”

“yes but…but i’m not prepared.  i was supposed to be a knight of the kingsguard.”

“and now you’re married with heirs and next in line for the throne after your brother who has none but you.”

aegon swallowed.  “yes,” he said, his voice the uncomfortable midway point between a whisper and a murmur.  

“what?  speak up, boy.”  

he cleared his throat.  “yes, aunt.”

“that’s a good thing to be afraid of.  kingship and your first foray of fatherhood.  that was the last time, you know.”

“the last time what?”

“the last time you came to me frightened.  i remember now.” she was smiling and there were gaps between some teeth where others had fallen from her gums.  she seemed less addled as if she were able to pull the world together around her despite being barely able to see and hear.  did she remember?  or did she just guess–correctly–that as betha had taken to her birthing bed, aegon had gone to find his aunt who had born seven children, since his own mother and grandmother were long dead.  “fear’s a good sign,” she continued.  “a sign you’re not stupid.  neither mad nor stupid.  a good start to a reign.”

aegon tried to laugh.

“what if i am bad at it?  what if i’m worse than aegon the unworthy and all the kingdoms spit upon my memory?”

“don’t worry about that.  you’ll be dead,” elaena said dryly.  “why do men always worry about how they’ll be remembered?  i’ve never understood.  daeron and conquering dorne, baelor and his sept, aegon and his manhood…daeron was the only one with a head on his shoulder and he was called daeron the good because of it.  aim for that.  or aim for no one remembering you so they’ll remember how odd it was you made it to your throne to begin with, youngest son of a youngest son that you are.”

“yes, but–”

“no.  no buts.  don’t worry about how the histories will write you.  someone will always hate some king or another.  that’s how it goes.  do good.  be good.  serve.  that’s what it is to be king–serving.  some kings think it’s the other way around but they’re wrong.  don’t be that arrogant, or you shan’t be a very good one. and you’re neither mad nor stupid.  you have that as an advantage already.  don’t squander it.”

“yes aunt,” aegon said.  she made it sound so very easy, but that had always been aunt elaena.  even when he’d been a boy, the way she’d spoken about the crown’s accounts, the kingdoms’ economy as though it were something even a child could master…how stunning she was.  he’d only begun to realize as she’d grown too old and her mind had begun to fade.

“you won’t be alone,” she added.  “you’ve your ser duncan to help keep your head on properly.  and me so long as i’m alive, but you and i both know i shan’t last forever.  and i’m sure betha will have her opinions.  she’s always had them.  it’s what i liked about her to begin with.”

“oh, i imagine her opinions won’t be going anywhere,” aegon laughed, though he didn’t truly feel humored.  “but it all feels…well it’s no matter.  perhaps aemon will shed his chain.”

“you and i both know he won’t,” elaena said, and her voice cut through the room, and aegon stiffened.  “that boy’s headstrong.  all of maekar’s boys were.  comes from maekar himself, and dyanna.  she was a stubborn one too.  just like betha.  he gave his word when he forged his chain and put aside his name.  that’ll be that.  you’ll be the next king.  best to prepare yourself for that now.”

aegon took a deep breath.  she was right of course.  he remembered his grandfather saying something like that once.  “always listen to elaena.  she’s always right.”

they sat quietly for a time, and aegon staring vaguely out of the window. king aegon.  aegon the fifth.  aegon the unlikely.  that’s how he’d be remembered, he was sure of it.  youngest son of a youngest son.  why do men always worry about how they’ll be remembered?

he heard a shuffling snore.

he glanced back at aunt elaena.  her head had rolled forward and her pale eyes were closed and she had fallen asleep.  aegon got to his feet and found a woolen wrap and wrapped it gently around her.  she was old.  he dreaded that she would catch a cold.

Sense8: Avengers Edition- Chapter One

Avengers x Reader


Summary: You were one of eight. The eight of you are one. There was T’Challa, the Prince of Wakanda. Tony Stark, heir to a billion dollar company.  Bruce Banner, boy genius. Natasha Romanoff, a girl from Russia who went to a really weird school. Thor, who was a prince of another realm called Asgard. Clint Barton, a boy who ran away to the circus-a circus that wasn’t really a circus. Steve Rogers, a man who was frozen in the Artic.  And then there was you- a girl who only had to think of a place and then they would be there. All eight of you hadn’t met in person- but that was all about to change.

Message- Here’s chapter one! This is about the reader meeting all of the other characters! Sorry if it sucks!!

Word Count- 994

Warning- child abuse- towards the reader and bruce banner

The first time it happened was when you were 11. You were in your room and then you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. So you closed your eyes and then you were in another place. That wasn’t unusual for you-since you could teleport but you hadn’t been trying to. That’s when you see the boy- he’s probably about 15 years old and he’s getting kicked in the stomach.

“STOP, STOP doing that!” you scream and the boy looks up at you with a shocked look on his face. But the man keeps kicking him, as if he can’t hear you. Eventually the man gets tired and stumbles away to what you assume is his bedroom. You run over to the boy. “A-are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t know what to do! He wouldn’t stop when I screamed, it’s like he didn’t even hear me!”

“‘So-kay. Who are you?” The boy slurs out.

“I’m Y/n. Who are you?”

“Bruce.” The two of you sit in silence as Bruce tries to catch his breath. Eventually he does. “How did you get here?” Bruce asks. But before you can answer you are back in your bedroom.

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anonymous asked:

I kinda wish kishi toned down sakuras love for Sasuke,he practically became all her character is,I like sakura,I like sasusaku,but does sakura as a woman,really need to be so sasuke crazy?I like ss and sakura seperatly but he's so deeply woven in her character.If her love is not what's driving the story like a shojo it should not completely drive her.

It didn’t become all her character is though. One of the most prominent aspects of Sakura’s development had nothing to do with Sasuke; this was her desire to no longer stand in the shadow of her peers, and no longer let them protect her. Throughout the story, she strove to gain the power to do things by herself, on her own terms. This began all the way back in her childhood with Ino, where she told herself and Ino that she’d no longer lose to her; she’d no longer stand in her shadow. She was going to blossom into the beautiful flower that Ino always knew she could be:

It was again brought up in the Forest of Death, where she felt rather (for lack of a better word), useless, because she kept watching Naruto and Sasuke from behind, watching them fight her battles for her:

Watching them constantly protect her:

She strove to be like them so that she’d be able to protect them for a change. This was what she yearned for; to be able to stand with her comrades in battle, and not cower behind them:

Thus, her infamous quote:

Even during the scene where Naruto reveals his failure to bring Sasuke back, Sakura’s ambition was again highlighted. Yes, the scene concerned Sasuke, but Sakura wasn’t thinking about that. All that was on her mind was the fact that she once again left Naruto to do everything, she once again “Couldn’t do anything”, and it was eating her up inside:

So she declares that next time, they’ll do it together because she would have found the strength to no longer be dependent on her comrades:

As you can see, this theme of hers was constantly brought up, so it’s a little surprising that you think that Sakura’s character is non-existent without Sasuke, because this desire wasn’t born from a desire to be with or Save Sasuke; they later became extra incentives, but they weren’t the trigger. The trigger was the desire to better herself because she was tired of always being in someone’s shadow, tired of always being in the way, and tired of never being able to do anything substantial in combat situations.

She referenced it again during the war:

And unlocked the Byakugou Seal in order to demonstrate that now, she was more than worthy of fighting alongside her teammates. She was the disciple of a Sannin, just like the other two, and she had more that enough power to defend herself from even some of the mightiest opponents:

She thus took her rightful place beside her teammates on the field of battle, rather than look on from behind them. This was such a huge goal of hers, and she had finally achieved it:

Her quote here has been so widely misconstrued. So many people believe that by her saying “I’ve finally caught up to them”, she was referring to herself as having matched their abilities in combat, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. What she was referring to was finally having caught up to them metaphorically. She was no longer watching their backs from a few feet behind them as they fought all the battles; now she was fighting along side them - that’s what she meant.

Sakura wanted to alter herself, and she did just that. Through hard work, desire and determination, she transformed herself from a cowering girl who couldn’t do anything:

To a fearsome and world renowned Kunoichi who doesn’t take shit from anyone. That was all of her own making:

And that Anon, had nothing to do with Sasuke :)

❝ Ordinary life ❞

Plot: Just an ordinary day in the life of Min Yoongi and his adorable daughter. 

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥


The shrill of the little princess of Min House filled her father’s room, too busy trying to correct the tests he had decided to take home. The worst decision he ever made, since his daughter distracted him every two seconds even for the smallest things.  

Far away the times of the Bangtan, where he was free and had realized every single goal that had been set. And he had gained a family, which had always been close to him; especially in the most difficult period of his life.  


A sigh came out of his thin lips, closed in a desperate line and sign of how really tired he was Yoongi at that time, as he turned towards the little one who had begun to run for the room with a towel tied around her small and delicate body.  

“What’s going on?” He asked gently, rising from the chair and dropping on his knees and observing the big and expressive eyes of his daughter.  

“Sejun, what’s going on?” He asked again, while the smile of the child warmed his heart as always.  

Sejun was his greatest joy and the reason he had decided to leave the BTS, he knew that there were other motives behind by all the others, but fortunately, that event hadn’t destroyed their relationship; Indeed he had succeeded in making it even more unique.  

Maybe it was just her to tie them even more. That little hurricane of energies was the only one to be able to smooth out any divergence that from time to time was created between them.  

“Uncle Hobi!”  

The smile didn’t leave Yoongi’s lips, who simply nodded and squeezing her into his arms. He rose and headed to his desk, where he remembered to have seen his phone hidden beneath the myriad of scattered sheets.  

Sejun hid her face against his neck, giggling for something he obviously didn’t know and so Yoongi began to stroke her soft hair; letting them slip fast between his thin and slightly tapered fingers.  

“Uncle Hobi!!!”  

“If you grant me two seconds to call him, with great pleasure.”  

She lifted her face and placed her small, slightly chubby little hand, on her father’s cheek, then starting to leave little kisses on the tip of his nose.  

“Is it funny??”  

“Yes, Appa!”  

He shook his head by managing to take his phone and almost was a clue or a sign of destiny, the latter began to ring and the name of his best friend appeared light on the screen.  

“Uncle Hobi!!” She yelled, stealing his phone and answering at his place.  

Three years and it was more technological than him, which didn’t surprise him much. Hearing the shining voice of Hoseok on the other part of the phone, he brought the little one to his bed and gently settled on it letting her enjoy that phone call.  

Between all six, Hoseok and Taehyung were the ones to which Sejun was more bound. The first resembled her so much that she saw in him a perfect companion for the games. The second was just perfect with the children and there was no time when Sejun didn’t feel well with him.  

“My best friends have replaced me” he mumbled amused, coming out of his room heading towards the kitchen. The disaster of the evening before, where both had tried to cook a completely new recipe without the help of Uncle Seokjin, was still evident in the sink and on the counter but he decided to ignore it because no; he didn’t have the energy to face that kind of mission.  

The home’s phone rang at the time when he was taking a coke from the refrigerator, so drinking in small sips he recovered the cordless and replied without making too much case to the name.  

“Why is your phone always take????”  

“Sejun is talking to Hoseok, you idiot.”  

“Oh, then she is forgivable.”  

Yoongi raised his eyes to heaven, feeling the adoring tone with which Jimin pronounced those last words, sitting on the table and waiting for the friend to say more or better explain the reason for that call.  

“I have prepared everything, however!”  

The smile on the face of the older was made more radiant, knowing what Jimin was referring to. He watched with a careful look that the little one didn’t come out of his room and lowered his tone of voice, not wanting to let her find out.  

“Have you bought it all?”  

“Yes, apprehensive appa. It will be the best birthday party in the world.. But you have to distract her all day long! ”  

“Do you think I don’t do it every single day since she was born?”  

On the other side came clearly an amused puff, while he was sipping with the attention his own drink. In two days it was Sejun’s fourth birthday and he felt excited as a child; Although not being good at expressing his feelings he always seemed very low-key about the issue.  

Or maybe the fact that his little girl was growing up really hit him because he didn’t want to.  He had never understood how much when adults said: “you will be afraid, one day, when your son grows, you will see!”  

But now he understood it, even though four years were still few and he had his whole life to be with his little princess. He was afraid to watch the time flying too quickly and that day when, of course, she would leave his protection in order to live really.  

“Earth calls Yoongi.. Hyung Are you alive? ”  


“You are unrecoverable.” And with those words, the younger Jimin ended the call, but still smiled because he knew his hyung so well that he had understood what he was thinking at that moment.  

Yoongi sighed, descending from the table and heading to his bedroom to check that the daughter hadn’t done some irreparable damage.  

“How about going to the park?” He asked, however, noticing that the little one had fallen asleep with the phone in her small hands. He bit his lip to that view, total perfection enclosed in a body so small, and trying to make as little noise as possible came up to the bed and took off the phone from her hands.  


“I’m still here, is she asleep??” He asked amused, having imagined that scenario given the absence of answers; “she was telling me about yesterday’s disaster.”  

“Little traitor.”  

“See you in a while, we’re all coming there.”  

And that news didn’t appeal to Yoongi, for two simple reasons. His house was a disaster and he had to finish correcting those tests. Being a music teacher always had its downsides if you were forced to take your work home.  


“Shut up, you need company. Byeeeeeeeee! ”  

And the second call of the day broke off on the enthusiastic scream of the friend, while he sighed and lay beside the little girl. That immediately seemed to perceive his presence beside her, because she slipped on the bed and went to hide in his arms making him smile slightly.  

“A nap will not hurt any of the two.” He whispered and laid his lips against her forehead, letting himself be dragged from fatigue in what he hoped to be a peaceful nap.  

~ ~

“They’re literally father and daughter.”  

“Wait I want a picture!!”  

“Taehyung shut up a moment!”  

Confused voices came to Yoongi’s ears, who opened his eyes lightly and watched the six boys around the bed. All with huge smiles well printed on the face.  

“Appa…” The voice still drowsy of his daughter began to bring him back to reality, so with an effort he seated himself and took her in his arms starting to lull her gently.  

“Sometimes I still surprise when I see the sweet side of Min Yoongi.”  

“Hush a little, Jungkook-ah.”  

All those laughed lightly, getting out of the room and leaving them alone. Yoongi began humming something under his voice, knowing that his daughter loved his voice, especially in that hue, continuing to cradle her and caress her back to allow her to wake up in the best way.  

And that was the routine of every morning, although it was the afternoon at that time, he didn’t mind. He hated admitting it aloud, especially with the other six, but those little cuddles with her were the reason why he always started the day with a smile.  

“Appa.. Are they here…? ”  

“All six.”  

She snorted, still asleep, and settled better into his arms, letting her body adhere completely to his chest and abdomen. She was young but somehow she knew that that day was particular for his dad, so she was happy that his uncles were all there at that time.  

“Do you want me to send them away and remain only the two of us?”  

“No Appa, I want to play with Uncle Seokjin!” She whispered and, now completely awake, she wriggled from his father’s arms and ran out of the room after jumping off the bed like a spring. He shook his head amused and slowly descended from the bed, hearing Seokjin’s desperate screams and knowing that he had just entered the kitchen. Yoongi was sure, knowing him, that he had started to clean up but for once he didn’t mind a few.  

He was on the verge of getting out of the room when Namjoon’s face leaned from the open door, blocking him on his footsteps and observing his friend carefully.  


“I wanted to see if you were okay.. ”  

The silence greeted them shortly thereafter, while their glances spoke for them. But Yoongi, with high astonishment on the part of Namjoon, smiled with sweetness and crossing him he gave him a pat on his shoulder.  

“Sejun is more important than this day, so I can also endure it.” He whispered and Namjoon open wide his eyes, even more, surprised than just before.  

But it had to be expected from Yoongi because for his daughter he would have buried even the most oppressive of sorrows in his heart.  

“APPA!!” The little screamed running to meet her father, who found her attached to his leg and began to walk with fatigue because he didn’t want to hurt her in some way.  

“Don’t you think your father wants to walk normally?”  

“Hmm.. No! ”  

“This is your fault Taehyung!” He exclaimed, pointing his finger at the boy sitting on the couch that flashed his famous square smile and lifted his hands into a sign of denial. Everyone burst out laughing while he was struggling with her and he was able to detach his daughter from his leg, taking her in his arms and giving her a little pinch on her arm.  

“Is that how you treat your father??” He asked to pretend a serious tone, but she nibbled his cheek and everyone started cheering for her, while Yoongi inside himself felt already on the side of the loser. He couldn’t, even with huge efforts, resist that side of his daughter.  

“Appa I know it! you like it!! ”  

“Go, go, go on Sejun-ah!” Jimin and Jungkook screamed in chorus, raising their arms to heaven as a sign of encouragement; “We believe in you!!”  

“Traitors.” Yoongi hissed, without looking at them but keeping his gaze fixed on his daughter; “Now that we’re all here, what are you going to do? Because we always end up doing what you want. ”  

“I want ice cream!”  

Immediately the others ran out of the door and waited for them outside their homes, because they also wanted a date to the ice patrol and Yoongi, as always, he found himself forced to fulfill the desire of his daughter.  

Not that he was sorry, but now he had to deal with six other children together.  And he knew that that day would be the most tiring of his whole life.


Hello, my loves, when I have free time my mind travels fast, so I came up with another Eric Fanfic. I really hope you guys enjoy it !!!!

Also a big thanks to my lovely @singingpeople that helped me a lot !!!!! Thanks, sweetie, it meant the world to me ! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

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