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― pairing: maggie greene x fem plus size farmhand!reader

― era: season 4

― summary: it took a long time for you and maggie to finally get together, and when you did, the prison fell apart, leaving her to find you once again.

― warnings: a suggestive sentence, kissing, killing a walker.

― wc: 868

⋆ a/n: thank you @peachlady-aggiejean and @alexleftme on tumblr for your requests! both of them were basically the same so i figured why not just knock them out? this was a nice classical write, as if sticking to the main plot of the show is like classic english literature lmao!!

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You had practically grown up with Maggie, from elementary school to high school, and during your senior year, Hershel had offered you a proposition; you become his farmhand and he’d provide you with housing. Of course, being the spunky & sporadic teenager that you were, you were quick to jump at the opportunity to do so, and at that moment, it seemed like a good decision. Until you had fallen in love with the head strong woman. Even though you two were best friends, sexuality was almost never talked about unless it was about the boys Maggie had a crush on or how her late-night endeavors went. So, honestly, you had no clue if she was gay or not.

You both shared a close relationship with one another, though, sometimes finding comfort in the opposite’s arms, sometimes cuddling or even sharing cheek kisses.

When the world fell, you were glad that you guys were together despite the grief you felt for the fact that you’ll probably never see your family again. It was a calm couple of months before Rick’s group came along, carrying Shane along with them. He was your end you suppose, a ticking time bomb that was soon to help clear up the Greene family’s delusion that there was a way to cure the dead. You never really believed there was, but who were you to go against what Hershel thought after everything he had done for you? When the barn was opened, so were everyone’s eyes.

Being out on the road after the farm was overrun was harsh, everyone was close to losing their marbles in a drop of a hat, especially Rick. So, it was safe to say that when you guys discovered the prison, it was a saving grace, a break that everyone needed. It was a place that allowed everyone to grow, to flourish, even though the Governor had tried to take it away from you. It was nice to see everyone heal, but nothing was nicer than the night that you and Maggie had shared a sweet kiss. It was unexpected, to you at least, as you sat up in the guard towers looking at the walkers and up at the stars, engaging in a quiet, giggly conversation before she had this look in her eye, one that fell to your lips and never moved. You gulped nervously as she leaned in, your lips brushing up against one another’s before pressing against you fully.

The kiss was magical, one that filled your body with glee and happiness, as well as a bit of anxiousness. You didn’t know what it meant, if she felt the same as you, that she had finally wanted to be your girlfriend. It was safe to say you lived in bliss, your honeymoon stage in full swing as you often snuck away together, sharing sweet kisses and reassuring brushes against each other.

That was then.. but here was now. You were separated, and you had no idea how long it had been since you’ve seen somebody, anybody. It was hard to be on your own, every day grew lonelier by the second, as if it was the beginning of the fall all over again. You were growing weaker, especially your body due to the lack of food, sleep, and water.

You kept on trudging on, heat beating down on you as you made your way through the woods, unsure of where you were going. Your legs ached, your back feeling like it was about to snap in two as you carried a heavy sack behind you. The distinct snarling made you groan, and then you turned around to find that there was not one, not two, not three, but four walkers coming your way ready to eat your flesh right off your bones. You attempted to fight them off, successfully killing three out of the four of them before one fell on top of you, teeth snapping in your face as you desperately tried to keep a grip on its shoulders. This was not the way you imagined dying, you had yet to find your family, your girlfriend. Tears sprung in your eyes at the thought, dread settled deep in your gut as you cried out in desperation.

“Help!” You called out. “I can’t- fuck!” You cursed when your hand slipped, half of his body leant down towards yours. Then, there were fast approaching footsteps, some people calling out to the person from the distance as they approached you.

There was a squelch followed by the person shoving the thing off you.

“_______?” Maggie said your name breathlessly, as if she couldn’t believe that you were here. “Mags?” You said in disbelief. She helped to pull you up where your lips met feverishly, caressing together as she grabbed whatever she could and held you close to her body tightly. You could feel her warm tears dripping down her cheeks and onto yours, where you could only guess what was happening with yours too.

“You’re alive.” She chanted as you separated, your foreheads resting against one another’s.

“I’m here, Maggie,” You said with a wet smile, brushing some of her hair out of her face, “I’m here.”

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[summercourtship]

Hey! Can you write something for Amanda Young x female reader where r finds out Amanda is working with Jigsaw and is kinda afraid of her for a while. Like trying not to get her mad, tensing for a few seconds when she touches r, and Amanda reassures us she won't hurt us. Happy ending please.

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This fic is brought to you by my hatred of Hoffman uwu. Takes place post Saw 3 in which Amanda doesn’t kill Lynn, even though Hoffman was blackmailing her into doing it. While it was clear that John would be told of her involvement in Gideon’s death, it was not clear that Amanda’s S/O would be informed of her involvement in the Jigsaw murders. Hoffman sux.

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amanda x reader | warnings: none :0 | word count: 908

It started with a manila envelope, sandwiched in between pages of coupons and offers for free credit score checks. You didn’t pay it any mind as you walked up the stairs to your apartment, figuring that everything in your hands was junk and going to be thrown out immediately after a quick glance.

And it almost was, until you actually looked at it. No return address. No stamps. Just your name, scrawled over its surface in thick black lettering.

You only think of anthrax once the envelope has been torn open. But there is no bioweapon hidden inside the letter, just a page with a very brief note.

But the note doesn’t make any sense. And yet, it makes all the sense in the world.

Amanda Young is an accomplice of the Jigsaw killer.

There is no evidence presented with the claim, no pictures or damning statements. Just a sentence that, by all intents and purposes, you should feel completely justified in discarding. But something is holding you back, some shred of clarity that had been revealed.

Her odd behavior sometimes, the strange hours that she worked. The callouses and scars littering her hands, a new one seemingly added every day. The odd stains on her clothing, oil and… blood, you shuddered to realize.

You had no reason to believe the note. Maybe you were just connecting disjointed events to rationalize it all, but why would you do that if you didn’t know, deep down inside, that it was true?

But even with all of this, you knew that the only way to confirm it was to ask her. And you were suddenly terribly afraid of her, but you had to know.

So you waited. Sitting stiffly on your couch, the room growing dark around you. You didn’t bother turning the lights on, too lost in your thoughts to even notice it. You were only broken out of this stupor when you heard the door click shut, and shuffling footsteps approach you.

“Is it true?” Your voice was quiet in the darkened apartment, staring at the crumpled manila envelope you’d thrown on the coffee table. Your name was scrawled on its surface, with no return address or stamps. You could feel Amanda’s presence behind you, but you couldn’t make yourself turn around.

“What are you talking about?” You couldn't tell from her voice if she was in a good mood or not- either way, she wouldn’t be in a couple seconds.

“Are you working with… with Jigsaw?” You barely squeaked out the title, fear gripping your heart.

“Why would you think that?”

You snatched the envelope off the table, whirling around to face her. “This was in the mailbox. It says that you… you work with him. That you help him murder people!”

Her eyes fixate on the envelope, face pale. “Who gave you that?”

“I don’t know- it doesn’t matter! I just want to know if it’s right.”

Her reluctance to give you an immediate answer told you all you needed to know. She was not the type to typically beat around the bush, at least not when it mattered. But she wasn’t even trying to lie right now, too stunned by your questions to figure out what to do.

“Please.” You were quiet now, heart beating wildly in your chest.

“...Yes.” She reaches for you, but you jerk backwards out of her way. The word echoes in your head, her quiet yes filling your head with it’s finality.

“Don’t touch me.” You gasp out. Her hand falters in its place before dropping to her side. She looks lost, her eyes searching around the room as if the answer would be written on one of the walls. After a minute of this, her face hardens as she looks at you again, moving towards you.

Reasonably, at least in your eyes, you think she is going to kill you. You cry out, scrambling backwards but tripping over the coffee table in your attempt to get away from her. You land on the floor with a harsh thud, groaning at the pain from the fall. She gasps, rushing towards you.

Amanda quickly props you into a sitting position, brushing your hair away from your face. You flinch away from her, avoiding eye contact. Her touch stalls for a moment before moving down your face, turning it in her direction. Her deep brown eyes search your own, and she suddenly surges forward, holding your head against her own as she touches her forehead to yours. She never looks away from your eyes.

“I would never hurt you. These people, they aren’t like you. They’re greedy, selfish, uncaring people, they don’t think before they hurt others and they don’t feel guilt afterwards.”

“Do you?”

“I- yes.” She moves her face away from yours, still intimately close, keeping her hand on your cheek.

“Then why do you do it?”

“He saved me. I have to repay him, somehow.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t expect you to. But I just need you to know that I won’t hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?”

You nod, leaning into her hand. Her palm is so warm, and the callouses don’t bother you, knowing they are indicative of how hard she works.

“I love you, you know that right?” She continues. You nod again, feeling her thumb stroke your skin with more tenderness than you thought was humanly possible.

“I love you too.”

[lokigayforhela]

Can you do something flully where r is like an Avenger and they get hurt on a mission? And Hela gets all protective and takes are of r and cuddles them after?

A/N: Hello! Long time no see, I know. And I promise I’ll post soon about what’s been going on with life recently, but for now, a short little ask fill, since I’m trying to work on writing more this year. Enjoy!

WC: 1390

Rating: T, purely for mentions of blood and wounds

TW: None

“Hela, I’m fine,” you insisted.

You were decidedly not fine.

The mission you were currently wrapped up in had gone south gloriously. At least, it had for you. Everyone else seemed to be picking up the slack that had come from your disappearance from the battlefield, leaving you on the sidelines as Hela hovered over you, somewhere between furious as all hel and concerned that you had a wound at your side that was bleeding profusely. A wound which you were distinctly ignoring as you attempted to get your bearings well enough so that you could get yourself back up.

“Y/N, you are not fine.” Hela’s voice was firm, but there was a cluster of underlying emotions that ate through her attempt at keeping a calm appearance. You might have teased her about it, if you weren’t entirely sure she wouldn’t finish the job herself if you kept insisting you were okay.

“Hels, I’ve been hurt much worse than this. You know that.” You tried to push yourself up a second time, but a jolt of pain like fire coursing through your veins left you awkwardly pushed up on the balls of your feet and the palms of your hands, trapped in an awkward crabwalk position while you were unsure if it would hurt more to finish getting up or to lay back down.

“Y/N, so help me Norns if you try to get up one more time, I’m grounding you from missions.”

You scowled, but it was more playful than anything. “You’re not my mom, you can’t tell me what to do.”

“Even better, I’m your girlfriend. Your very stressed girlfriend who’s spent enough time in battle to know when a wound is life-threatening.”

Now that she mentioned it, you did feel a little bit like everything was moving in slow motion. And when had everything started to feel all light and warm?

“Y/N. Y/N, keep your eyes open. Stark, she’s got to get out of here. Now.”

“Medevac’s on their way. Hang in there, kid.”

You threw a thumbs up to absolutely no one, and tried to focus on the way Hela was looking at you, and the pressure of her hand against your side as she tried to staunch the bleeding as best she could without any proper equipment to do so.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Her voice was light, and you could tell she was desperately trying to appear calmer than she felt; likely for your sake alone. “Why would you sneak up behind someone who literally has super-hearing?”

You shrugged a shoulder, unable to stop the dumb little grin from spreading across your face. It just felt right, with how warm and relaxed and calm you were starting to feel. “For th’fun of it…” you muttered, your slurred voice going unnoticed by yourself, but causing Hela to look back up at you more intensely.

“Y/N.” Her voice sounded like it was coming from another room, and you tried to focus on it, even as you could feel the tendrils of unconsciousness enveloping you. “Y/N, stay awake. Stay with me.”

You smiled softly, unable to fight the urge to fall asleep any longer, and heard Hela say your name again, the sound of it echoing in your mind as you drifted off.

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You woke up in a haze, trying to wrap your brain around where you are, what had happened, and how you had gotten there.

You remembered the battle. You remembered fighting. And then… it became fuzzy. You furrowed your brow as you tried to remember, and took a slow breath to relax yourself a bit, but when that sent a sharp pain throughout the entire left side of your body, you couldn’t help the way you immediately tensed.

“Y/N?”

It wasn’t until you heard her speak that you realized Hela was laying with you, one arm carefully draped over your middle, which you now noticed was wrapped entirely in medical bandages from your collarbone all the way down to the pajama pants you were wearing.

Hela shifted carefully, propping herself up on an elbow as she laid so that she could face you properly.

“How are you feeling?” Hela spoke in that soft voice that only you were allowed to hear, and you felt the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

“Like death,” you admitted before pausing. “…am I dead? Is this death? Did you escort me to the afterlife, are we in Hel?” You were only half-serious, but you were glad that Hela picked up on that as she watched you, tucking your hair out of your face with a gentle smile.

“No to all of the above. Though you certainly gave it your best shot.” She smiled a little more then, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You allowed yourself to close your eyes, reveling in the affection and fighting the urge to pull her back against you when she drew back.

“…was it really that bad?” You supposed you did feel a little guilty about making light of your wound, but it must not have been so bad, if you were in your own room at the Compound and not in a hospital bed.

“Well, you lost a lot of blood… And you passed out. Gave us all quite the scare with that one, I’ll have you know.” She paused to roll her eyes as you grinned as cheekily as you could manage, but continued. “The wound itself really isn’t terrible. It was more… the placement causing the excessive blood loss.”

You really didn’t care about the technicalities of the wound at all, but you’d listen to Hela talk softly to you for as long as she would.

“And what’s the verdict, doc? Will I live?” you teased gently, reaching to hold her hand so that you could pull it close enough to kiss the back of it. There was something about possibly-mortal wounds that made you infinitely more affectionate.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe with about a week of nothing but bedrest.”

“A whole week? Are you joining me for the bedrest-ing too? Little treat for surviving, hm?” You grinned up at Hela, who was shaking her head affectionately at your antics.

“Yes, I’ll be here whenever you need me, no we will not be partaking in any shenanigans like you’re wanting. At least not until you’re fully healed.”

You pouted in jest, but nodded, resigning yourself to at least a week confined in your room. “Well… At the very least, can I have cuddles?”

Hela softened even more, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and this time, you put your arm around her to keep her held close, shifting a little so that you could both be more comfortable. It took a bit of shuffling, but finally you got yourself settled so that your head was against Hela’s shoulder, arm thrown over her waist as she watched you to make sure you were okay.

“…you really did frighten me. You know that?”

You nodded, feeling a minor pang of guilt in the pit of your stomach. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Hela said nothing, only kissed the top of your forehead as she pulled you closer. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do, if anything were to happen to you.”

You didn’t like the sadness that had settled in Hela’s tone, so you smiled a bit, trying to ease the tension. “Aw… You like me.”

Hela rolled her eyes, but smiled, and that’s all you had really wanted, so you beamed as she pulled you closer. “I should hope so. Or else we’re doing this dating thing very wrong.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Despite the fact that you’d only just woken up, you felt a wave of sleepiness wash over you, and you tried and failed to hide a yawn from Hela.

“Sleep, darling… I’ll be right here if you need me.” She reached to pull the covers up around your waists and cupped your face, kissing you gently as she got you settled.

“Promise?” you murmured, sounding for all the world like a small child in need of reassurance.

“I promise,” she murmured, kissing your head again as she began to play with your hair to help lull you back to sleep. “I promise.”

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moving in - maria hill x reader

request; Hey, can you do “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” and “I’m so proud of you.” with Maria Hill? from @alexleftme

word count; 826

warnings; none

a/n; my first maria request and my first attempt at writing maria weehuu🥳 i have a few more maria fics in the works so do look forward to them :] hope y’all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated <3

the first time you met maria was when you two were fresh recruits in SHIELD. both of you were arguably the strongest and best of your batch which meant that you clashed a lot. your instructors loved to put you up against each other in everything. which would’ve been fine if you hadn’t started developing feelings.

the first time you realised you were feeling something not so platonic was when you were sparring with her. despite the competitive nature of your friendship, the two of you enjoyed each other’s company. which made the whole falling for each other thing make a lot of sense. you had maria pinned down, waiting for her to tap out before you released your hold. but when you looked down at her, her eyes were glaring right back at you. for a moment you were startled, were maria’s eyes always this.. blue? before you could realise your mistake, your brief distraction allowed your grip to slacken and maria quickly flipped you over. after a couple minutes of struggling against her strong hold, you begrudgingly tapped out. later that night when you laid in bed with maria sleeping soundly a couple of feet away, you forced yourself to think about what happened in training.

you were always too busy for romance, that’s what you told yourself when you entered SHIELD. you didn’t have much family or friends to begin with, you were given up to the foster system at age 6 and were thrown into different foster homes until you were 16 and entered the agency. this was supposed to be your new beginning and you were going to make it count. but as you shifted to your side, gaze falling onto the brunette opposite you, you wondered when she started to feel like your home.

the two years of training passed by quickly and before you knew it, you and maria were getting ready to officially become agents. you were looking through the various paperwork and landed on the housing forms. before you could even register your words, you directed a question to maria who was sitting at her own desk doing her paperwork.

“are we still staying together?” a silence settled over the two of you, maria’s hand pausing once she processed your question.

“do you want to?” was her curious reply, paperwork temporarily forgotten as she turned to look at you. you hummed in response as you turned your attention to your computer, quickly searching up apartments nearby.

“it would be pretty lonely to live alone..” you mumbled quietly as you scrolled through the various listings. maria rolled her eyes slightly, for an agent to be, you could be pretty oblivious. or maybe you were just oblivious when it came to maria, she didn’t know.

“are you asking me to move in with you y/l/n?” maria teased as she opted to walk over to you, gently pulling your chair away from the desk to settle on your lap. as stoic as maria tended to be, you often found yourself at the receiving end of her affections whenever it was just the two of you.

“i mean.. do you want to?” you questioned, hands settling on maria’s hips as you tried to look at anywhere but the brunette in front of you.

“it would be something a lot more.. permanent, it’ll be home.” maria mused, enjoying the way your grip on her hips tighten just a little more. “you want to build a home with me y/l/n?”

“home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” you replied quietly, as you fixed your gaze on the framed picture you had of the two of you on your desk.

“is this you finally confessing your feelings for me?” maria grabbed your chin gently, pushing your gaze to meet hers.

“would that be a problem?” you challenged, eyes flickering down to maria’s lips for a brief second before it locked on her eyes.

“no.. not a problem at all.” maria breathed out before leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. you gasped softly before your brain caught up with what was happening and soon you were kissing her back. the kiss ended far too quickly for your liking, you opened your eyes and whined slightly at the loss of contact making maria laugh softly.

“i hope that was okay?” maria asked shyly, one of hands moving from the back of your neck to cup your cheek gently.

“it was more than okay. i’m just- you like me too?” your tone was filled with shock and you wondered how you never noticed.

“i do, i’m so proud of you for finally noticing.” maria teased, laughing loudly when you gently smacked her arm in retaliation.

“so i take that as a yes to moving in with me?” you smiled softly at the woman in front of you.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way.” maria responded, her smile mirroring yours.

[crypticwanda]

I saw you are taking request. I have something simple in mind 👀 hope you can humor me. Make it as fluff as you want 😂

Jealous! Natasha Romanoff: Natasha have been busy with missions and reader have new suitors surrounding her

Hi babe!! Now I realised after I finished this that it was more of a protective!natasha oneshot instead of jealous!natasha so I'm sorry about that! I hope you can still enjoy it and you could send in another request if you would like me to redo it!

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summary: natasha has been busy with missions lately and some people think that's an opportunity to take you away from her. Little do they know that you belong to nat and she can be pretty scary when she's jealous.

pairing(s): natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings: protective/jealous!nat, mild violence, ends in fluff tho

taglist: @myperfectlovepoem @alexleftme @supersourlemon13 @madamevirgo @fayhar

A deep sigh left your lips as you shifted through the paperwork on your desk. It's been a busy week for you and the amount of paperwork you had to get done. Not to mention Nat has been on mission after mission for the last few weeks, and you had only seen her for short amounts of time throughout the weeks.

Even though Nat has been away on missions for the last couple weeks, you knew it was her work and that she was doing what had to be done. And every time you saw her, you reminded her of that. Even though she doesn’t show it much in public, Nat was scared that any time she wasn’t around you, you could lose interest in her. Whenever you get the chance, you remind her of how much you love her and how much you truly care. Plus, is there really anyone else out there better than Black Widow herself?

You were sitting at your desk when you heard your phone buzz next to you, the noise even slightly scared you since the room had been so silent. You grabbed your phone and turned the screen towards you and noticed a text from Natasha. You swiped up and opened the text on your phone.

'Heading back tonight, I should be there around 5.'

You smiled knowing that Nat was going to make it back home tonight and that she could hopefully get a break soon. You replied saying, 'okay, see you then Nat <3' to which she almost immediately read and caused a smile to appear on her face. You set your phone back down as you smiled to yourself, just happy that you'll see Nat again tonight.

Now you were walking around your work building with handfuls of paperwork in your arms, struggling not to drop it. You mentally cursed yourself for trying to make one trip from your office desk to the conference room. You just huffed out air as you continued to hurriedly walk down the long hallway of your work. "Need any help with that?" You heard a voice behind you, and turned your head to see a worker that you've never met before walking next to you. "No I'm fine, thank you." You chuckled as you turned your head back forward. "It's nothing much, I could just help take some papers off your hand." He replied, almost sounding annoyed. "I'm alright." You say as you turn and walk into the conference room, thankful that the man didn't follow you in there. You sigh out of relief as you set the papers on the glass table in front of you and begin sorting them out.

A few hours had passed since then and now you had gotten out of work. Natasha had told you that she was going to meet you at your favorite restaurant when she got back. You had taken a quick shower, gotten dressed, and walked down to the resturant down the street. You felt another buzz on the phone in your pocket and took it out to check it. You noticed that Nat texted you, telling you that she was about 10 minutes away. You smiled as you held the phone in front of you was you walked and replied to her.

As you kept your eyes on your screen, you didn't notice when you had felt someone knock into you while you were walking. You grunted as you felt yourself hit the concrete floor and heard your phone fall to the ground. "Oh sorry-" you heard the person say as you turned to see that it was the same man from before at your work. You mentally groaned as you reached your hand out to grab your phone and fortunately see that it is not cracked. "Sorry." You muttered as you put your phone back into your pocket. The man stood above you and offered his hand to pull you up, but you denied and stood up from the ground by yourself. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah I'm fine, thank you." You said, just trying to avoid confrontation with this guy. You brushed off your shirt before beginning to walk past him before he moved in front of you. "Why are in such a rush?" He asked with annoyance laced in his voice. "I have somewhere to be." You told him bluntly as you pushed past him and quickly walked down the street towards the restaurant with your heart racing.

You calmed down when you entered the resturant and sat down at your reserved table for two. Natasha wasn't there yet, but she kept sending you texts telling you that she was almost there. You had already ordered both you and Nat's drinks as you sat at the table. A shadow came over the table and you looked up, expecting Natasha, but to your surprise it was the man you had previously run into. 'Why won't this guy just leave me alone?' You thought as you looked up at him.

"The seat's taken." You said, now obviously annoyed. "Hey, I think you were being very rude earlier and you should apologize." He said as he put one of his hands on the table. You looked up at him, astonished that he had the audacity to even say something like that. "Any apology? You followed me in here." You snapped as he continued to look down at you with angry eyes.

Before he could respond, he felt a tap on his shoulder and you sighed in relief. He turned around to meet Natasha standing there, looking up at him with peering eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" Natasha asked him as he looked at her. "None of your business." He responded as he turned back to face you. "It is my business if you're talking to my girlfriend like that." Nat told him as she walked in front of him to face him. He looked visually confused after Natasha's statement and kept looking back between you and her.

Quickly, Nat grabbed the hand he had previously left on the table and twisted it around with her arms, causing him to groan in pain. "Now what are you gonna say to her?" Nat asked as she twisted his arm further. "I-I'm sorry!" The man yelped as he was now being pushed to his knees. "Now you're gonna stop going around and harassing women at any chance you get, or you'll have to deal with me again, you understand?" She explains to him as he continues to grunt in pain. He quickly nods his head as Nat releases his arm and he falls back to the ground. He quickly pushes himself up onto his feet and speed walks out of the resturant.

You hurriedly stood up from your chair and happily wrapped your arms around Nat. You laid your head in her neck as her arms wrapped around you tightly. "You don't understand how happy I am to see you." You whispered as you kept your head in her neck. "I have an idea." She smiled as she pulled her head back to look at you. You smiled before attaching your lips to hers and pulling her into a soft, passionate kiss.

[the-soulofdevil]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader. Mention of Bucky Barnes

Theme: Dark

Genre: Marvel

Warnings: Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Kidnapping, Stalking, BDSM, Manipulation, Assault, Hair-pulling, Physical Abuse. Trigger Warning 18+

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Theme: Dark

Genre: Marvel - Au- College/University

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Manipulation, Mind Manipulation, Mind Control, Obsessive Behavior, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Tribadism, F/F. Trigger Warning 18+

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[the-soulofdevil]

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader, Lance Tucker x reader

Theme: Dark

Genre: Knives Out (2019) The Bronze (2015) Crossover - Au - College/University.

Warnings: Bullying, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Non-Consensual Touching, Sexual Harassment, Power Play, Slut Shaming, Power Dynamics, Angst, Explicit Language, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, mention of child neglect, Unhealthy Relationships, Stalking, Loss of Virginity, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Mention of blood, Toxic Relationship. Trigger Warning 18+

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Wanda Maximoff's fanart by Bosslogic via Instagram

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader, Vision x reader, Vision x Wanda Maximoff.

Theme: Dark

Genre: Marvel - What if - Au - Zombie Apocalypse, Dystopia

Warnings: Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Explicit Sex, Kidnapping, Forced Orgasm, Forced Pregnancy, Science Experiments, Threesome - F/F/M, Blow Jobs, Tribadism, Threesome, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent. Trigger Warning 18+

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[the-soulofdevil]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader. Mention of Bucky

Theme: Dark

Genre: Marvel - Au

Warnings: Angst, Psychological Trauma, Schizophrenia, Explicit Language, Mental Health Issues, Mental Instability, Mental Institutions, Daddy Kink. Trigger Warning 18+

Note: The fic is dark as the themes are based on mental disorders which can be triggering. I am in no way romanticizing, stigmatizing or stereotyping the mental disorders. This is just a piece of fiction. I have not gotten into explicit details of the disorder so please don't take this as understanding of the disorder.

The pictures in the moodboard are for aesthetic purposes, it doesn't represent the reader.

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Pairing: Frank Castle x reader. Tony Stark x Steve Rogers.

Theme: Dark

Genre: Marvel Horror Au

Warnings: Manipulation, gore, death mention, spooky, horror themes, mention of smut. 18+

Prompt: The Mysterious Neighbor Your neighbor's house always seemed normal until Halloween night. You notice something strange and decide to investigate.

Note: It's been a while since I participated in a challenge. Hope i could do justice to the challenge. It was an honor to participate in the lovely challenge you hosted @jtargaryen18

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Anthony Howard Stark was not only your roommate but also a childhood friend. You were practically siblings at this point as both his parents were too busy for him and he spend nearly all day with you. In college you sure lost contact but after you reconciled, there was no drifting away again. You lived on your own until your landlord kicked you out. Tony insisted you live with him and his boyfriend Steve Rogers. Living with them was interesting, Steve was quite the opposite of Tony. You shared similarities with Steve more than you did with Tony. Their anniversary was coming up and hence you and Steve decided to throw a big surprise party.  Nothing better than to align the party with that of Halloween. The plan was simple, Steve will take Tony out for a long extravagant vacation while you would stay back to decorate and plan for the Halloween anniversary. It was a perfect idea. Costumes, sweets, drinks and celebration of love.

As planned three weeks prior the Halloween Steve took Tony to Paris. Tony being Tony he wanted you to join and was quite adamant until you played I feel so single with you card. You began by simple decorations. You some flowers to begin with. While you coming home your attention was captured by the neighboring villa.

You hadn’t seen anyone but the house seemed clean. You had always tried asking about the owner but Tony brushed you off. Today for some reason you felt drawn to the house. You placed a flower by the main door and left whistling away a tune you had caught not paying attention to the shadow that moved.

You began working on the flowers and other simple DIY projects. The movement outside the kitchen window though caught your attention. A guy was working in his backyard. It was strange considering you never saw anyone. Curiously you went out and called out for the person.

“Hi! Um... I never saw anyone work here.”

The guy stopped for a brief moment and turned towards you.

He smiled. “I am Frank. Frank Castle. I own this place. My timings of work are different and maybe that’s why we never ran into one another. I like working outdoors, so on my day offs I work here.” He offered another smile.

You smiled back. He looked handsome. Sweat covering his body and yet he looked mesmerizing. He had tattoos. By his built he looked like he was in army or in similar line of work.

“Do come over if you feel like. You do look like you could use a lemonade.”

Frank chuckled. “Surely. Wouldn’t decline such a sweet offer by a beautiful lady.”

Your face heater up. You offered a smile and quickly went in preparing the drink. Frank knocked at the back door soon after. He took in the interior and overall kitchen décor.

“You have an elegant taste.” He complimented.

“Oh all this is Tony. He is very good in making any place look royal and luxurious.” You said admiring your friend’s work.

“Lucky husband Mr. Tony.” Frank said with a stone cold face.

“Oh no, we’re not married. He is with Steve. They’re the couple I’m just an awkward third wheel who they adopted.” You said jokingly. You surely missed them being around.

And just like that, the smile and spark returned Frank’s eyes. He mirrored your smile. “Still lucky to have you.”

For a brief moment you looked in one another’s eyes. A shy smile hugging both your faces. It was near close to a beautiful moment when your phone rang.

“Oh this must be Steve!” you exclaimed.

You began talking to Steve missing the look on Frank’s face.

Frank was immediately enchanted by you. You were the fresh breath of air he desperately needed. A ray of sunshine he lost years ago. He wanted to have you. He wanted to have you with all the passion, desire, lust and love he had inside of him. And he was going to get you.

“You guys should enjoy and not worry about me. Our lovely neighbor is here for a drink. He’s very sweet and I’m sure you guys will like him. Now I gotta go. It’ll be rude to keep him waiting.” You hung up leaving Steve in pit full of questions as to how did the poor old bedridden Fury managed to come in for a drink.

“They worry about me. Steve and Tony. It’s after a long time I’m going to be living alone without them for 3 weeks. They’ll be back on Halloween.” You rambled.

“Oh good. We have plenty time to get to know each other.” Frank smiled.

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The following days were spent decorating and talking to various bakers and restaurants who would be available for catering. You insisted Frank to join you in the taste tour but he declined every time. He was reserved and denied meeting anyone other than you, you figured. If you were not decorating you were spending time with him at either your place or his. Eventually you began spending nights in each other’s arms.

Frank whispered sweet nothings in your ears as he made love to you. At a point you thought it was too early to be doing this, but then, Steve had always said love hugs us out of nowhere and it the most comforting thing. So may be this was it.

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Maria hill was a nurse appointed for Mr. Fury. She would at times come at your place for a quick chit chat and even had an extra key of your place. And like every time, Maria used her key, except this time she wasn’t greeted by your bubbly self. She called out your name.

You were upstairs kissing Frank when you heard Maria. As usual Frank quieted down.  You grabbed his shirt and went down to greet her.

As soon as you arrived Maria’s smile faded. She gave you a weird look and was about to ask you something but your usual self, distracted her.

“You are invited to Halloween Anniversary party!” by now you knew Frank got uncomfortable when you told about him to people. It seemed little unfair but you knew what he might feel. You yourself were shy person until you met Tony. Because of him you opened up a little and eventually you were more open to meeting new people. You hoped you could be same for Frank.

Maria had never seen you this happy before. Sure you were happy, but this time you were content. She ignored everything and you both engaged in conversation as usual. She left leaving you alone with Frank.

“When should we tell them?” you asked pulling him close.

“Anniversary night? Sounds good?” He smiled, kissing you.

You smiled back.

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Halloween day

Tony and Steve were to arrive in the evening you were busy with last minute preparations. At this moment you were not thinking about Frank. You were excited to meet and celebrate with Tony and Steve. You had called everyone around 6 PM so you still had half an hour before the guests arrived. And Tony and Steve’s flight was late so they were to arrive by 6:30 PM. For the last time you were checking if everything was in the place and your eye caught Frank’s house. All the lights were out. You remembered him telling he didn’t like decorating his house for Halloween but just because you had carved a pumpkin he decided to keep it on his window. That pumpkin was missing too.

You tried calling him but the no response. In fact the lady said the number you’re calling is switched off. You were worried and hence you decided to go look for him.

To your surprise the front door was locked and so was his back door. Million thoughts ran in your head. But you remembered him showing you the secret passage to his house that opened in the backyard. You went in through the passage. It was dusty and filled with cobweb. As Frank had told you the passage opened in his basement. Although scared you found a way upstairs. You didn’t expect what you saw.

The inside looked like no one lived there for over a decade. No cute sofa covers, no decorative no nothing you witnessed with Frank. The walls had mold, furniture was broken and there was a peculiar sting. Nothing you remembered was there. It was like you hallucinated the three weeks. You were shivering and sweating at the same time. Your eyes watered and lips quivered. Suddenly the basement door behind you closed making you jump in fear.

A part of you wanted to run. A part of you wanted to find answers. You choose the latter. You roamed around the house looking for some sense of familiarity. Looking for answers. The sting grew stronger now. You opened the door only to be greeted by horror.

On the bed lay Frank. Half decomposed wearing the shirt he often wore claiming to be his favorite one.

Your screamed was silenced by the sight before you.

Your feet somehow dragged you back but you tripped and fell down the stairs losing your conscious. You woke up to greeted by the darkness. Your first instinct was to grab the phone and call for help. Your blurred vision was strong enough to let you know your phone had died. With a thumping headache you tried to get up on your wobbly legs. When the memory came back to you, you made a run for the door. You ran out from the main door towards the gate only to re-enter from the backyard. Your head was still woozy you thought. So you ran in the house, again to the main door from there to the gate. Once more you ended up coming to the backdoor.

You began crying. But you decided not to give up. You went up to the backyard wall you shared with your house and tried climbing up the wall. Jumping on your side of the yard you still ended up being in Frank’s yard. You did it again and again and again until you gave up and cried in frustration.

You were trapped.

“I know the feeling.” Came Frank’s voice.

You looked up at him. He was standing before you in flesh and bones. Although his face was mutilated. Like his head was shot with a gun.

He came close to you, giving you a hand to get up. You flinched moving away from him.

“Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” you begged.

He only chuckled.

“Can’t do anything munchkin.” He called you by your pet name. “This...” he gestured around. “Is not me.”

Frank began walking back into the house. “You can stay there all night running in the circles or you can see your friends for the last time.” He said as he walked off.

You were confused now more than ever. You followed Frank. “What do you mean?” you asked angrily. “Answer me!” you demanded when he didn’t give an answer. “What did you…” your eyes fell where Frank was standing.

Your body was been taken away by paramedics. While Steve and Tony hugged each other and cried. You looked outside there was ambulance, police and all your friends who were supposed to attend the party. Tears filled your eyes. You tried hugging both your friends for one last time but all they could do was shiver. Steve held Tony in his arms and walked away. You walked with them till the gate. Where you heard the cops tell them the death was due to falling down the stairs and impact on your head. You cried harder knowing no one will hear you. You tried following Steve and Tony but they moved ahead leaving you entering the backyard again.

Your legs gave up. You hugged yourself and cried, Frank being the only one to hear you and comfort you. As much as it broke him to see you like this, he was happy he wasn’t going to be alone. He had you. And eventually you would accept your fate just like he did.