#lincoln campbell x reader

[morganwrites12672]

Lincoln Campbell x Reader

Summary: Lincoln comes home drunk, again, which leads to an argument.

Warnings/Tags: Lincoln Hunter x Reader, Angst with a happy ending, female!reader, alcohol is mentioned, Lincoln is drunk for part of the story, arguing

A/N: Requests are open! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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It was half past three in the morning. Lincoln was no where to be seen. You had called him over a dozen times over the past few hours. Left countless texts and voicemails. He hadn't responded or done anything to let you know he was alive, not in a ditch somewhere. Or worse.

A loud bang outside made you jump as you made your way to investigate. After opening the curtains and looking outside, you see Lincoln's figure stumbling over his feet, fumbling with his keys.

He was drunk. Of course he was.

You sigh and unlock the door before opening it for him. He stumbles into the house and you can smell the stench of Vodka on him.

"You could of called," you scoff at him. He had no right to play with your feelings like this. You didn't know how much longer you could handle it.

"God, why are you so controlling?" He half slurred. You could see little sparks of light dancing around his palms.

"I'm not controlling Lincoln, I just want to know you're safe when you come home five hours late," you say.

You didn't think you were controlling. You didn't care if Lincoln wanted to go out without you. You just wanted to know he was safe. Especially when he swears to be home at a certain time and is hours late.

God knows what could of happened to him. He could of been found out and experimented on. You might not of ever seen him again, with no explanation as to what happened.

"You always expect me to let you know every little thing I do!" He yells. God, his anger was the main strain of your relationship. Any time he was drunk he would bitch about every little thing.

"Fine. If that's how you feel I'm not going to sit here and argue. I'm going to leave," you say calmly before going to pack enough for a night or two. Maybe more.

All you knew was that you couldn't deal with this anymore. You couldn't handle his temper, or his drinking.

You heard Lincoln saying some form of apology but you ignored him as you finished packing your bad and left the house. You didn't hear the door open to follow you.

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It had been one week. One week since Lincoln made the biggest mistake of his life. Since then he had been sober. One week sober wasn't much, but it was better than one day or being drunk.

He walked up to your apartment. The one you had rented out for the month. Lincoln didn't think he had upset you that much. But then again, he was to drunk that might to remember much.

He knocked on the door and your tear stained face greeted him before trying to slam the door. He stuck his foot out to stop it. He had one chance.

"I told you Lincoln-" he didn't let you finished the sentence before his apology poured out.

"I'm so sorry. I stopped drinking. I'll stop forever if it means I can get you back. I swear," Lincoln said.

You frowned before walking away. Lincoln followed you inside. You looked at him.

His hair was disheveled. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, but you didn't smell liquor on his breath.

"You get one more chance. One more," you emphasize your last two words. Only one chance.

"You won't regret it, I promise," Lincoln says before wrapping you up in a hug. He felt warm, like always

You hug back. It'd been way to long until he came back. You had been secretly hoping he would come back.

The road to him staying sober would be a hard one, but one you were willing to journey along with him.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

hiii! i just finished watching agents of shield season 5 and was wondering if you can write a daisy johnson x fem!reader based on the scene in season 5 when deke was going to confess his crush on daisy. so basically daisy and R (who's also on coulson's team) have been dating for a while but the team doesn't know yet, and when deke is about to tell daisy abt his crush on her, she casually mentions her gf. idk why i thought it would be hilarious 😭 also i hope it's not too confusing 😭

Lemons

Summary: When you’re in the past, don’t leave lemons on your crush’s bed.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, platonic Deke Shaw x Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 771

a/n: 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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Deke walks towards Daisy’s room, hoping to find her there, so he could tell her he left the lemons on her bed. He doesn’t want her to think someone else, like Mack, was the one who has feelings for her.

Stopping in front of her room’s doorway, he knocks on the side. Daisy lifts her head up to look at him. He glances to see that the lemons are still on her bed, but his gaze moves to the big bag on the floor. “What’s in the bag?”

“My mom.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t what he expected, but he supposes these kind of things are normal in the SHIELD team. He walks into the room, “I heard about your little dust up, I just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

“I’ve been better. It’s like the universe keeps reminding me I should never have come back from the future,” she pauses, turning to look at her bed, “also, some creep put a bunch of lemons on my bed, as some weird sort of prank.”

Deke scoffs, glamcing at the lemons and Daisy. “Sounds like classic Fitz.” He lets out an airy and strained laugh. Curses flow through his mind, he should’ve known giving lemons wasn’t a custom in the past. “Look, I- um, I feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. I, on the other hand, I lived in a lighthouse my entire life, only to time travel into the past and still spend every single day of my life inside the freaking lighthouse. So..it’s like, even without Kasius gone, this place just has this leash that keeps pulling me back in.”

“Well, I’m glad you stuck around, even if it’s a little crazy.” She gives him a small smile before looking down at her hands.

The smile makes Deke feel all nervous and bubbly inside. Despite the setback with the lemons, he decides to gather his courage. “Well, maybe it’s not that crazy.” He chuckles quietly. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something since we’ve gotten, you know,” he moves to sit next to Daisy on the couch, “I don’t want to say closer, but-“

Daisy scoffs, interrupting him. “You really don’t. Everyone who gets close to me ends up dying.”

“Me too.” Deke says almost enthusiastically, as if that was a good thing. “And that’s why I feel like we have so much in common.”

“My mom.” Daisy mumbles.

“I-I know, and-“ he tries to continue, but Daisy isn’t listening anymore.

“Lincoln.”

“Who’s Lincoln?”

“Uh, Lincoln Campbell. He..he was the first inhuman that I became close with. Fought at our side, and he- he died. He died for me, really.” She sighs, looking at the floor, the memories seeping into her mind. “Right when we were getting going, or, you know, getting good.”

“It sounds like you were really in love with this guy.”

“I was.” She smiles, now other memories invading her thoughts. Deke opens her mouth to confess, but Daisy beats her to it, “luckily I met Y/N.”

“Y/N?” He frowns. “Like, you’re lucky she’s your friend?”

“No,” Daisy laughs, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“As in..you’re dating?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“What?” She raises her brows, fully turning to look at him now.

His eyes widen. “Nothing! I just didn’t know the two of you are dating.” He explains quickly, hoping she can’t see the heartbreak on his face.

“You’re actually the first one to know.”

Deke actually starts smiling. It’s a good feeling to be the one to find out something before anyone else, also, he is relieved the others didn’t send him on a fool’s errand while knowing Daisy isn’t even single. “Well, that’s nice.”

The moment gets interrupted by Y/N walking into the room, “Dais, I heard about the f-“ she stops on her track once she notices Deke sitting there. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Deke knows.” Daisy states with a smile, offering her hand for Y/N, so she’d come sit with them.

“Wonderful.” She mumbles. “Does Deke know how to keep his big mouth shut?”

He raises his hands and nods. “Deke does know how to keep his big mouth shut.” He would never tell her, but Y/N actually scares him a little bit, in a cool way. He thinks she is cool. Which he would also never tell her.

Daisy laughs, kissing Y/N. Deke looks away at that, feeling a ting of pain at the affection, but he’ll get over it. So, he stays in the room, talking with the pair. Because he thinks this’ll be a great trio.

[auraofbrightgreenandgold]

Fidelity and Hypocrisy (Ward/Lincoln x Reader angst)

TW/CW: Guns, fighting, death, character(s) reaction to death

SPOILERS FOR AGENTS OF SHIELD

Word count: 492

“Darling, wait-”

“Do not. Call me that.” You growled, whipping around to stare at him. You heard May in your earpiece yelling at you to get out of there but stood firm. 

“Okay, okay, Y/N, please, hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” You could’ve almost laughed. “And what? Join Hydra?”

He let out a shaky breath. “Hopefully.” 

“Unlike you, Ward-” He winced at the use of his last name. “-I don’t betray my family.” 

“I’m supposed to be your family!” Grant shouted. “We were supposed to be a family! We were supposed to retire and have kids somewhere in a little house in the woods but you chose them over me!” 

Your heart nearly beat through your chest. “I chose them over you?” The low tone of your voice startled him, and the way your eyes pierced through him made him want to run. “You, Grant Ward, are the one who left me- who betrayed me- and our family. Do you have any idea what it felt like to see Daisy’s message on that wall?” Before he could answer, you continued, “or how it felt going into a shooting and thinking, for a split second, that you were behind me again, ready to take down anyone who tried to hurt your team but then seeing you at the other end of my gun?” 

His eyes flashed with hurt. “Y/N-”

“Or how it felt when you came back and said you’d only talk to one person, not your wife, but your precious ‘Skye.’ And how about the time you shot me, Ward? Wasn’t that betrayal?” 

“Y/N.” Ward’s voice darkened.

“The time Daisy almost died and you pretended like it hurt you, the time you shot me and didn’t bat an eye-”

“Shut up!” His voice was punctuated by the sound of a gun firing, along with Lincoln screaming in your ear, telling you to stay awake. 

You fell to your knees, clutching your stomach as fire-like pain rushed through your veins and you glared up at him as his dark eyes filled with horror. 

“I always knew I’d take a bullet a for you, Ward.”

“Y/N, Y/N, please stay awake, please, baby-” Lincoln was panicked, you could tell that even through the earpiece.

“No, no- I- I didn’t…”

”Come on, listen to me, baby, you need to keep your eyes open for me. Our baby is back home, she needs her mom, Y/N please-” Your husband was cut off by his own sob. “May go faster!”

“Never thought you’d be the one firing the gun, though.” You reached up to touch your ear piece. “Keep him safe for me, will you May?” As soon as she responded with a shaky ‘yes’, you let your eyes flutter closed. The last thing you heard was the father of your child sobbing your name as he realized he wouldn’t see your smile ever again.

[procrastinatorimagines]

[theendofthematerialgworl]

Runaway Love-Lincoln Campbell x Reader

Title: Lincoln Campbell x Reader

Summary: You help Lincoln run away from the cops and everyone else who’s after him, and he helps you control your powers. Pretty simple. You didn’t expect SHIELD-or feelings- to get in the way.

Warnings: Just some swearing

Word Count: 1,643

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“Hey, you’re that guy from the news!” You said suddenly.

You had been trying to place the man at the table next to you for the past five minutes.

The two of you were sitting at your favorite restaurant, and, luckily, it was a slow night. Just the two of you.

You had seen how his eyes darted around the exits, how he talked-and ate-fast, as if he was in a hurry to move along.

He stood quickly, and you could tell that he was about to book it. “Hang on, hang on,” You said, putting your hands up. “I mean you no harm. In fact…I’d like to help you.”

“What? You’re not-?”

“With the cops? No. With the government? Also no. With S.H.I.E.L.D.? Also also no.” He looked at you, as if wondering how you knew S.H.I.E.L.D. “Oh, don’t give me that look. Why does everyone do that?” You rolled your eyes. “Of course, I know what S.H.I.E.L.D. is, I’ve been trying to stay off they’re radar. I’m (Y/N), by the way. And I know that you’re Lincoln. They were saying your name on the news.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m an Inhuman, too. I’ll tell you the story in the car, but for now, we should go.”

You drove in silence for a few minutes, before Lincoln finally spoke up. “So, what’s the story? I never saw you at Afterlife, but you’re an Inhuman?”

“Yeah. My mom was, but she didn’t want me to go through. Said she didn’t want me to have to deal with the pain. She left Afterlife, but still had me learn about it, just in case. The fish oil stuff is how I got my powers. Thank God it isn’t lethal to humans, or my dad would be dead.”

“Huh. How did you go through your transition?”

“Mom helped me out. I live alone, but I knew to call her the second I got out of Terrigenesis. You can stay in my guest room by the way, if you want, and in the morning I can grab some hair dye and colored contacts.” Lincoln looked bemused, and you rolled your eyes for the second time that day. “Jesus Christ, did no one ever teach you how to run away? No TV shows or anything?”

“No. Why would they?”

You shrugged. “Just in case. But, if you do run away, ever, it’s best to change your appearance. Even the smallest change can make a big difference.”

The next day, you had dyed Lincoln’s hair black and given him blue contacts to use. You got him some clothes.

And it was almost nice.

“Seriously, you didn’t have to do this for me.” Lincoln said, as the two of you sat on your couch, watching a movie.

“Don’t worry about it.” You said. “Just helping someone out.”

“Yeah, a runaway.”

“From what I know, you never did anything wrong.” You said. “So, I’m just helping someone out.”

And then, SHIELD came.

“Lincoln, what’s going on?” You said, turning off the stove, where you had been making breakfast for the two of you with Lincoln’s help, on guard immediately.

“Who are you?” An asian woman with short, dark hair asked you.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Nice to meet you.”

“Daisy.”

“(Y/N), it’s okay. This is SHIELD.”

“SHIELD? You’re kidding me. Those fuckers?”

“Hey!” Daisy said.

“Just saying, I feel like Nick Fury, as the spy, should’ve noticed that Hydra had infiltrated his organization. And don’t even get me started on Captain America.”

“You’re gonna have to debate that with the Director.”

“I thought Fury was dead!”

“He is.”

“Oh. You know, I’m almost disappointed.”

“What, that’s he’s dead?” Lincoln asked, staring at you.

“Yeah. I mean, I thought maybe the director of SHIELD would be harder to kill, but I guess not.”

It didn’t take long for you to want to leave SHIELD.

“You nearly died!” You exclaimed. “You can’t expect me to want to stay after that!”

“But I didn’t die.” Lincoln said.

“But you almost died, Lincoln, and I couldn’t live with myself if I let that happen.”

“And I’d hate it if I were to die and you blamed yourself.”

“Of course, I’d blame myself if I couldn’t stop you from dying, I’m kind of in love with you, if you hadn’t noticed!”

Lincoln stared at you in shock. “You’re in love with me?”

“Yep. I guess that cat’s out of the bag.” When he didn’t say anything, you sighed a little. “Sorry. I should’ve known. You like Daisy, so…I’ll just-” You had been turning to leave, but Lincoln caught your wrist.

“I don’t like Daisy.”

“What?”

“I like you.”

“Oh.”

Lincoln grinned. “Yeah.”

The two of you slowly leaned in, until your lips were just barely touching. It felt like lightning was crackling in your stomach, and you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you,” Lincoln said breathlessly, when you finally pulled away.

“I love you, too.”

[avengersassemble-fics]

But Not Us

part 03/?? “an agent of shield”

previous part // next part

word count 4k

an: there’s a lot of background info in this one, with only a couple mentions of steve. so sorry for that but :3

May 2014

What should have been the greatest experience for a newly assigned SHIELD agent turned into the world’s first global (known) alien invasion. A select few were stationed at the Joint Dark Energy Mission Facility in the Mojave Desert in New Mexico, where the only information the average agent had was to protect the scientist, and any and all information at all costs. Serving alongside Hawkeye, Phil Coulson, and seeing Director Fury almost up close and personal would have made your friends still awaiting assignment at the Academy jealous.

But when an Asguardian almost single-handedly leveled the facility, some not making it out or even barely, those who risked their lives demanded an answer. It was one of your golden experiences at SHIELD, and what may have gained you notice from the Phil Coulson. So they revealed the truth: known as Project PEGASUS, SHIELD had been in possession of an otherworldly power source, and was analyzing (and eventually) weaponizing the power it emitted. You, along with the other six agents who had demanded answers, were brought along for the next wild ride. A helicarrier awaited and there was an elite team being brought in.

The Avengers Initiative had been a ghost story at the Academy. Theories of who was being scouted, where the idea had come from, who was behind it.. During your years every theory had been tossed around it seemed.

I heard Fury created it because some alien invasion inspired him in the 90’s.

What? That’s not true! We would’ve heard about an alien.

That’s literally the point of SHIELD. Secrets. We hide ‘em.

They had a point now that you thought back on it. SHIELD was all about hiding knowledge and keeping people safe from the knowledge. How else were they going to explain that JFK was actually assassinated by a ghost story named the Winter Soldier?

Forget you just read that. That’s classified.

Regardless, seeing the likes of legendary Natasha Romanoff, the brilliant Bruce Banner, and chivalrous Steve Rogers aboard that helicarrier that day should have been momentous. But from the moment they stepped on board things had taken a turn for the worse. Hours were spent trying to locate the Asguardian who you heard was named Loki, but when he finally popped up in Germany, none other than Steve Rogers was sent in to apprehend the God. Did anyone expect Tony Stark to swoop in? Or Thor, the God of Thunder? Loki’s “adopted brother” as others heard him say.

As you did your sweeps that day, it honestly felt a little too easy.

You had only met Steve Rogers on one occasion, and that was on this day, right before Barton’s attack on the Helicarrier. You were doing a sweep on one of the lower levels, when you passed by a hallway that led down to a door that from the corner of your eye looked.. Open? Other agents passed you without even a glance to what you were seeing, so with a deep breath you walked down the white hall, and examined the door. You could hear the quiet sound of someone inside and knew what needed to be done. The door was pried open just enough for someone bigger than yourself to enter, so you managed to slide through the door and into the holding compartment.

Crates among crates were stacked on top of one another, almost every single one had the PEGASUS logo next to the SHIELD logo. The closer you got to the sounds of shuffling, you undid your holster on your leg, resting your hand firmly on the hilt of the standard SHIELD icer given to every agent. When you rounded the corner and were met with the back of Captain America himself (who wouldn’t know that iconic blue-starred uniform?) you weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t even know what overcame you to speak to him.

“Didn’t have to break the door y’know,” you said to him. You remember his shoulders tensing, setting something down in a crate he had opened and slowly turning to face you. Your hand still rested on your icer, while your other motioned back from where you both had come from. “It’s gonna take them a couple days to fix that.”

“I’ll send my apologies,” Steve said back to you. He glanced you over, not without noticing your loose grip on the weapon at your side. His eyes hovered there before he spoke again, and his piercing blue eyes met yours once more. “Are you going to turn me in?”

“No,” you didn’t hesitate in answering. His shoulders relaxed, but it looked like confusion was replaced in his scowl. You relatched your holster, and took a couple steps back with some final words. “I just hope you found what you were looking for.”

October 2013

You had come a long way since that first assignment.

You never saw Steve Rogers again, or any Avenger for that matter. Your encounter with the super soldier was soon cached as a one off meeting. He was a hero, you were an agent. And as before, you were following a lead on a secret the world wasn’t ready for yet.

For several months there have been missing person cases worldwide, but there was a catch. They soon turned up found, but encased in rock. SHIELD was called in immediately, and you were assigned to a task force to investigate. Research showed that after time the rock began to crumble, and the person was gone, dust if you will. There was nothing that could be done to save them, no matter what was attempted on the rock formations.

Your task force was a shadow team similar to Phil Coulson (who was alive, but that’s classified. Only a select few know, his team, and now the one you served on). Communication was erratic between his team and yours, but his scientist couldn’t find anything different than yours could.. This was the mission that changed your life.

Locals had come across a set of crystals during an excavation of a nearby temple. The report had said that one of the explorers touched the crystal, and was petrified within seconds. Luckily, for the first time ever, SHIELD was able to finally see what was causing these unnatural phenomenons. You remember it was hot, and being lowered by a rope into the hole the locals had cut out. When you removed yourself from the harness holding you, you examined the explorer before looking to the crystal formation in the middle of the room. It was unlike anything you had ever seen.. It was beautiful. And to this day you swore it had whispered in your ear.

You weren’t sure who knocked the crystals to the ground. Everything had happened so quickly. A blueish-grey mist evaporated into the air, and every agent, you and three others, were frozen in place. Something began to cover your body, unlike the rock that you had seen it didn’t feel rough, or scary. As the solidifying cocoon enveloped you it was as if a voice rang in your ears that you’d be fine.

And a month later, you were. Or at least you thought you were.

You don’t remember falling out of the enclosure, but they told you you did. You remember waking up in a medical room, the sound of different beeps monitoring different things in your body was evident. The first face you saw when you came to was actually Maria Hill. You should’ve known her presence was going to be followed by Director Fury, but you chalked it all up to formalities. Every test the ran on you pointed to you being fine, but you didn’t feel fine the more time that progressed.

It was January 2014 when you got into your altercation. Being back in the field was hard, you were struggling to handle your anger when someone on your team merely bumped into you. But that was it, you remembering blacking out and suddenly being on top of them, their blood covering your knuckles. An hour later, Director Fury himself was signing your suspended leave papers.

You were even more pissed off, upset that SHIELD essentially told you to handle your issues on your own. Ever since that damn mission you didn’t feel the same, something just didn’t feel right to you. You were angry, skittish, and it began to take its toll on you and your family. They didn’t know how to help you, and neither did you in all honesty. One night after having a shouting match with your father, you packed a bag and took the next plane out of there. And it didn’t matter where it went.

There’s a blank between that and when you met Gordon. You could blame it on the transition, or really just blame it on the way you took to bar hopping to mash that anger down to something else. You had managed to piss off a small group of motorcycle men (you didn’t mean to knock their bikes over, it just kind of happened), and when backed into a corner a blue field appeared before you. It shocked not only your pursuers, but you thought you were dreaming. Gordon offered you his hand, and you took it with no hesitation.

Inhuman. That’s what they said you were. A race of altered human beings that were the result of experiments on ancient humans by an extraterrestrial race who embedded their genetic code the potential to transform and/or acquire superhuman abilities through a process known as Terrigenesis.

In all honesty it was a mouthful, and a lot to accept all at once. But it.. Made sense in a way. The woman in charge, Jiaying, asked you if you had ever come in contact with a crystal, which she showed you rolled up in a small handkerchief. You recited your story, a bit modified, about coming across crystals in an old temple, and someone knocked them over by accident. You lost two months, and haven’t felt the same since. She told you that you would be taken care of, and you were safe now.

You met Lincoln a couple days later. He told you that acupuncture was supposed to help your body adapt to the Terrigenesis, but because you were going on three months since your transformation, it was going to take time. You warned him you weren’t an overly patient person, and he laughed and said he wouldn’t be going anywhere. After your first session, you didn’t feel much of a change besides the pain your neck disappeared, but the anger lingered.

You went weeks without knowing what your “superhuman ability” was, and everyday you got more and more irritable.

“Why am I even here,” you expressed to Lincoln and Jiaying one day. You clenched your fist as you paced before them, and motioned towards them. “All I feel is just pissed off because I don’t know what I’m even doing.”

“We just haven’t had a breakthrough yet,” Jiaying explained. “Everyone is different when it comes to this process.”

You couldn’t accept that. You didn’t show up for your next acupuncture appointment with Lincoln, and within 10 minutes he was knocking on your door. You tossed your pillow back to your bed, and stared at the door. Maybe if you were silent--

“I know you’re in there,” Lincoln said to you. You narrowed your eyes at the door when he spoke again. “I’m opening the door.”

“No you aren’t,” you told him through clenched teeth. When you saw the door slowly inch forward you exploded. “I said no you aren’t!”

The room shook, the door reclosing in a loud smack. You weren’t sure what had happened but saw the lingering blue ripples of energy that danced over the walls. You huffed and looked down at your hands, which were enveloped by the same blue energy. The door flew open and you looked up to see the shocked look of Lincoln. He later told you your eyes looked like they were glowing blue, but after you took him in it all disappeared.

You hadn’t gotten far on controlling your powers (you could turn invisible too, how cool was that?) when Jiaying and Gordon found out who you worked for. Lincoln was the only one who fought for you to stay at Afterlife, he said your ties with the organization didn’t mean you’d turn them in. You were one of them now. And he was right, it hadn’t even crossed your mind of turning these people over to SHIELD.. They were there for you when SHIELD wasn’t. But it didn’t matter. You suddenly shunned from this new community with the promise you’d never return, and never expose their secrets. Those last few weeks were.. They weren’t the best. Your only solace was found in Lincoln, growing closer to one another with every moment you spent together, but before anything could happen you got the phone call that changed your life. Again.

July 2014

It rained that day. The ground was soft and still had little specks of water on them. You only remembered that because your sister pointed out that everyone’s shoes were dirty. You also remembered that she tucked away one of her blankets with your mother, because she didn’t want her to be afraid. She was more wise than you were. You remembered the soft and grainy feel of the dirt you tossed onto both caskets, and when you placed your clean hand on your sister's shoulder you hadn’t noticed Lincoln step to your other side. Not until he grabbed a hold of your damp hand. The light electricity that spread over your palm was welcomed, enlightening warmth in you for the first time in days.

You didn’t see Phil Coulson and Melinda May had been in attendance in the back.

The wake after wasn’t your idea, it was your grandmother's (paternal, ever the doting family figure, god rest her soul) and that was when Coulson approached you. He was more stoic, even had a bit of stubble on his face, and asked you to speak privately. When you were able to slip away and talk outside on the porch of your family home, he offered his condolences. You remember he kept glancing May’s way, hesitant on what he was going to say, but he was very careful. Calculated you could say.

That same year Steve Rogers had exposed Hydra for having deep roots within SHIELD, and Coulson was the new Director. All he offered was that Fury was indisposed at the moment, and he offered you your position back. You wondered now if he knew what you were, what had happened. If Lincoln had any intelligence with SHIELD it had to be someone on Coulson’s team. But you were getting ahead of yourself. He said to take some time to think about it, to process your loss, and told you that you’d know where to find him. With a final goodbye, the two agents left.

Lincoln went back to Afterlife. You took full custody of your sister, and though she didn’t know why you disappeared, your grandmother did. The three of you lived comfortably in your family home (to not disrupt your sister’s life) and when you had to be off on a mission, your sister was always taken care of. Four years of never missing her softball games, listening to her awful Clarinet playing (it wasn’t bad, you just liked to tease her), and being there for any of her questions. Life was good. It wasn’t too hard to balance your work life and personal life.

Two years after accepting Coulson’s offer, you were forced to resign indefinitely. The Sokovia Accords were wanting any and all SHIELD agents who were Inhuman (thanks to the database SHIELD had collected) to sign and continue to serve, or face time in The Raft. Neither was an option you were going to accept, so a compromise was offered to those who refused. The Accords and world nations would keep their own database of Inhumans, or any enhanced individuals, with the notion that if these persons were found to be using their powers, it would be a charge of criminal negligence. And if you were assigned to any government agency (SHIELD, the FBI, anything) you were to resign immediately. All on the down low of course. Reluctantly, you agreed, along with anyone else who didn’t want to be used as an on call superhuman soldier.

It was freedom at a price. But you weren’t leaving your family. Not again.

May 2018

Your sister shut the door to your car abruptly. You remembered how she nearly raced to the bag to grab her gear from your trunk while you shut the engine off. She was eager to get inside and shower after her teams win for the week, even racing past your grandmother who sat on the swing on the porch. You remember feeling your phone vibrating in your pocket, news of Tony Stark’s disappearance was everywhere. Being out of the game for two years now made you feel out of touch, only getting the same information as everyone else. But you tried your best not to stress about it too much, for your sister’s sake. You remembered your grandmother offering to make a roast that night, but you thought it would be more fun to have your sibling choose - a post game tradition and an excuse not to do dishes that night. You nearly tripped over her duffel bag while trying to set your bag down and sighed.

“I thought we had an agreement about putting this away!” You called out.

“Sorry! I needed to get some water, it’s too hot,” she replied. You pushed her bag out of the way (the last thing you needed was your grandmother taking a fall like last time) and walked further into the house. “(Y/N)-”

“You’re lucky it was me and not--”

You stopped mid sentence when your gaze landed on her. She was terrified, and you felt like you had no time to process what was going on. It started from her feet, inching upwards in a dim cloud and she was evaporating before your eyes. You rushed over, but by the time you got there your fingers only barely touched the dust. You were sick, falling to your knees as the sounds from the outside world flooded your home. Your eyes never left the spot where the dust collected, not when far away booms were heard, voices yelling into the air, and you looked back to the open door.

“Nana?” You called out. You stood and rushed over to the door, rounding the archway abruptly. You saw her standing and looking back out to the road, and wanted to cry out.

She died six months later. You boarded up the house and all the memories it held and headed back to New York City. You haven’t been back since. You were able to get a small place in the city, and isolated yourself from the world. That was until Lincoln came knocking on your door. You weren’t sure how he found you, but it didn’t matter in the end, or really that moment. You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Dancing on the edge of friendship and something more, Lincoln became an integral part of your life. So when people began to go missing, and you both quickly realized they were Inhumans, it felt as if that responsibility fell on your shoulders now. You had a purpose again: helping people.

You know the rest. You began to go to Steve Rogers meetings, and when he didn’t recognize you you were in the clear it felt. He wasn’t overly nosy, didn’t push you to reveal much, really he let you do things at your own pace. You told yourself you went to his meetings to see if you could slyly get information out of him, but really you did enjoy them. They often made you feel better. Not much, but enough to where you didn’t want to disappear yourself.

The fogginess in your mind was replaced with something else. You didn’t know if it was fear (probably) or not, but your exhausted body wasn’t prepared for this fight. You had been followed for a half an hour now when you were on your way to the community center. You tried to shake them, but it wasn’t working. They knew where you were headed and when you lost a pair, two more took their place. You weren’t making it to Steve’s meeting that morning.

Adrenaline laced with fear coursed through you as you rounded a corner. It took all the concentration in you to mask yourself with your abilities. Out of sight you quickly slid your way into the opening of an alleyway and watched as the two men on your tail walked by without even a glance your way. You should’ve known it was too easy, you shouldn’t have let your guard down so fast. Maybe it was the exhaustion gnawing at you, but you took careful steps back towards the other end. If you could get there then you could see about making it to the center.

You were still invisible when a shock was sent through your body. Little jolts of electricity worked its way through you and the sudden attack made you reappear as you fell to your knees. The smell of burning rubber filled your senses first, followed by the sound of boots on the ground. You forced yourself to look up, only to find yourself surrounded by figures behind dark grey skull masks. You grimaced as one lowered themselves to look you in the eye, though you were only met with your reflection.

“Too easy,” the voice said. You took a shaky breath, the electricity not making anything easier for you, and clenched your hands at your side.

“I’m not done fighting yet,” you warned.

With a thrust of your arms, a shield like barrier exploded out from around you. Those closest to you were sent the furthest away, except for the one who spoke to you. Whatever was shot into your side evaporated, and you stood freely bracing yourself against those who were able to get back on their feet quickly. You dodged and countered punches until one grabbed the bag on your back, pulling you towards them. You spun out from the straps and with your hands enveloped their feet with your powers, throwing them away from you. Two more came from your side and you grabbed the arm of one burrowing for your body and shoved them back into another foe.

There were too many, but you couldn’t give up.

The bigger one who spoke to you managed to push their way through the group, facing you head on. You were breathing heavy, you didn’t know how much longer you could fight them off. Maybe if you could hold them off a little longer, Steve normally passed this way, just a few more minutes.

“You’re surrounded,” the deep voice said. You didn’t know if it was their real voice or something modulated, but they began to circle you. “Stop fighting, and we won’t make this hurt.”

“Yeah I don’t think so,” you replied. You cemented your feet into the ground, and it took all the energy in you to produce the blue energy around your hands. In this state your eyes turned the same blue, but it didn’t seem to stop them from coming at you quickly. You redirected their moves, one arm one way, the other in a whole other direction. There was a click too fast for you to catch, they fought your manipulation and grabbed you from behind, arm trapping you around your neck and it made you gasp. All at once your powers disappeared as you grabbed at their arm. There was no way they did that.. Something disrupted your energy.

The sting of a needle into your neck made you push against them. Their stance didn’t falter, and an overwhelming pain began to spread through you. All you could seem to manage was gasp for short breaths as the person eased you down to the ground. You watched the sky grow bleeker, and the last words before you were met with darkness was an order to get you into the truck.

[strangershield]

The In-between Moments

Pairing: Lincoln Campbell x Reader

Request: hi can i request some lincoln campbell fluff at the playground?

Warnings: none

A/N: just a lil Lincoln fluff for your evening :)

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He felt as if he were walking through water. The wisps of conversations he heard were like distant echoes, his footsteps dragging through an invisible force. Even his vision seemed impaired, his surroundings tilting with each forced step. Only one thought occupied his mind: sleep.

His feet began to drag behind him as he came closer to his destination. He couldn’t remember ever feeling such exhaustion, but he was too void of emotion to feel disheartened by the fact. In alternative circumstances, the lingering effects of the mission may have bewildered him. Looking at the facts, it was a normal mission. Simple, even. Yet he had stayed up for hours with Daisy on watch for the suspect, and had failed to sleep on the metal container that was the quinjet. The unavoidable fight that had occurred also threw him. Their suspect had been more equipped than they had planned. By equipped, he meant weaponized technology. Whether by accident or thorough planning, one piece was particularly surprising. A flash of white blue and a sharp sting had rendered his powers useless. The spark that had occupied his being for years had suddenly disappeared, and he had never felt so empty or drained. He hadn’t been much help after that, lying semi unconscious on the damp concrete floor with a thudding head. His powers had since returned, yet he still felt drained. And paired with exhaustion, well. He was a mess.

He unexpectedly let out a weak gasp when he saw his beam of hope: the door to his room. He had never been so relieved to see the metal mundane door, not unlike all the others that were scattered around the playground. With a shaking hand, he gripped onto the cool handle. It took the last of his strength to push the stiff door open, wheezing under his weight. He only opened it a fraction before slipping through the crack, letting the door swing shut behind him. Finally, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh, ready to collapse on the spot.

“Lincoln?”

His weary heart leaped at the crystal clear, if not a tad murky, sound. Half-lidded eyes swam over the room, hastily chasing clarity. Then they landed on you. Lincoln was too tired to react, yet he gave you a small smile. You wouldn’t have noticed how the corners of his mouth lifted if you had not known him for a long time. Your smile, on the other hand, was blinding. He still saw the dark circles like bruises under your eyes and your ghostly complexion, but your smile made a warmth spread from his heart and across his chest. His entire body was tingling, and not because of the electricity that coursed through his veins.

“Lincoln? You haven’t said anything?”

Your smile began to shrink. You hesitantly stepped towards the sleeping zombie, eyebrows crinkling together. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. His eyes seemed to be the only thing that was alive, moving absentmindedly on their own accord. Slowly, you placed your warm palms on his cheeks, cradling his face as if he were a child. It was a tender gesture, full of delicacy and care. Involuntarily, Lincoln’s head lolled to one side and basked in your embrace, loving your warmth and touch. Leisurely, you snaked your hands around the base of his neck. The blonde hair at the nape was scruffy and unruly, not clean cut and course like usual. It tickled at your fingers as you carefully forced his head up, encouraging him to look at you.

“You need to rest but I need you to help me, okay?”

His eyes never fully opened, and he responded with a sound more like a moan than actual articulate words. You giggled, unable to tear your eyes away from his incoherent state. The bedside lamp was still on, allowing you to guide Lincoln to the bed without tripping on shoes or the occasional pillow. Your hands gently pulled at his, laughing as his feet dragged along the polished floor. The sound of his feet sliding and your small laugh bounced off the walls, filling the space. Slowly you both crossed the room and he eased himself onto the bed. Here the light of the bedside lamp allowed you to truly see his face. It was pale, almost reminiscent of a full moon on an eerie midnight sky. Dark purple crescents has formed under his eyes like bruises, swollen and dry under your smooth thumb as you caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch, warm and familiar, unaffected by your skin against various shallow cuts. You smiled, a warmth filling your chest. You remained like this for a matter of time, seconds or minutes passing by. Eventually you mumbled a string of incoherent apologies before you pulled away, Lincoln groaning in protest. After placing a butterfly kiss on his forehead, you knelt down and dragged his shoes from his feet. You carefully placed them to the side before standing again. Lincoln watched you with glazed eyes, lips twitching when yours finally met with his.

“Come on sleepy head.”

He chucked but made no protest, crawling backwards until his head aligned with a pillow. Lincoln fell asleep almost instantly, the cotton soft and welcome after so many sleepless nights on the road. You admired him for a moment, drinking in his relaxed and vulnerable state. He was always so aware, so alert, and so concerned. It eased your mind and heart to see him rest, his loud thoughts finally at peace. Carefully you crawled onto the side of the bed unoccupied, dragging the soft plush blanket over you both. Instantly Lincoln rolled over to face you, eyes twitching behind closed eyelids.

“Do you want me to hold you?” You whispered, not wanting to interrupt his sleeping state.

Lincoln said nothing, only reached for you hand with his calloused one. You squeezed it before shifting closer to him, extending an arm around his broad frame. His face tucked into the crook of your neck, his soft breath tickling your skin. Neither of you remembered to turn off the light as you drifted off to sleep, listening to the sound of each other’s heartbeat. He was home.

[rreader]

Can I get marvel ship? I'm 5'8",I have blue eye, brown hair, I'm in advanced choir, I love to dance, I'm an honors student, and I love animals (especially dogs)

I ship you with : Lincoln Campbell

“I’ve been looking at the websites of animal shelters again,” you said and he looked up at you, laughing a bit.

Of course you had.

“There have been quite a few new dogs!”

“Well, maybe we should go and have a look, then..”

“Wh..- Really?”

“I don’t see why not. Unless you’re too busy with..-”

“I’M NOT, I REALLY AM NOT, LET’S GO!”

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want one?

[pendragonfics]

So Long, See You Tomorrow

Paring: Lincoln Campbell/Reader

Tags: female reader, grocery store, Inhumans, Reader-centric, fluff, mugging, angst, happy ending, some spoilers for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

Summary: Reader works at a grocery store, on the corner of the streets, and hangs on to every moment she gets to see Lincoln Campbell. That is, until she don't see him.

Word Count: 1,389

Posting Date:  2017-02-06

Current Date: 2017-06-08

It would sound silly to say that seeing one man made your day. Just by simply setting eyes on him, but, it was true. Down on the corner store, you made a living working for your uncle's friend, selling groceries and newspapers and maps to the people around the city who made it to the corner where the store was situated. It was safe to say that you knew a lot of people by their face, the way their accent curled around the displays and into your ears. 

There was the mother of triplets, who came for a walk with all the babies in the pram, and bought her bread early in the mornings. The elderly man, who pushed his wheelchair bound wife wherever he went, buying juice boxes and pre-made sandwiches for picnics. And then, there was the handsome young man named Lincoln, who would just pop in and out for things, things that a student would need. Cupa-noodles, bread, milk. Sometimes, a gossip magazine for his landlady (apparently she didn't get out much).

It started with you. Perhaps it was because you always said good morning in your cheery retail™ voice, and he had replied back so happily, despite the bags under his eyes. After, when you caught wind he'd left the school he was at, you tried your best to not butt into his world too much. After all, a lot of people signed up for medical school, and not every person made it through the tail end of the education. But no matter what, you smiled, and tried to do your best to add a little smile to his day.

One day, a gentleman from down south was in for a map around the city, and as he was paying, he gave one of those stereotypical cowboy hat tips, and drawled a 'so long' from under his moustache. Behind him in line, Lincoln looked like he had the edges of a smile slowly inching their way onto his face. It seemed like a while since you'd seen the guy smile, and you didn't what came over you until he had bought his newspaper and loaf of bread, and you burst out,

"So long," just like previous customer, and tipped your imaginary hat to him. "See you tomorrow."

Lincoln's smile grew, making his eyes crease. "What if I don't come tomorrow?" He challenged, tucking the paper under his arm, the loaf firmly in the other hand, "What then?"

"Until the next time I see you," you gave a small smile, and as you heard the store's bell tinkle from another customer entering, the smile faltered. You shifted behind the counter, fingers fiddling with a pen to try and stop your face from becoming flustered from the attention. This had to be the longest you'd talked to him, and it was sure that you had a little crush on the guy. "Like what they say in Shakespeare. Adieu."

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For reasons unknown, you did not see Lincoln the next day, or the day after that. It was nearing the holidays, and you got very busy in your work, and almost forgot about the meetings you'd have with the young man. But no matter what, he was on the back of your mind, wavering, waiting for a reason why you hadn't seen him for almost seven, eight, nine weeks.

When you saw his face on the television downtown at the place which sold them, a mug shot on the news, your heart stopped. The headline read that there had been a car crash, where an intoxicated driver had ploughed into a telephone pole, and while the female had mysteriously been taken to the nearest hospital almost instantly, he was missing. The cold air seemed to freeze around your feet; you were planted to the side walk, and despite the winter chill, you felt nothing but an emptiness within you.

Missing.

"Give me your wallet," you felt the form of a man side up to you, and before you knew it, the barrel of a gun was pushed into the small of your back. In the reflection of the store window, you see a familiar faced man, someone who you'd served once or twice. "Come on! Give me your money," he hisses into your ear.

The people walking by, sparse, don't seem to see that you are in the process of being mugged. You take a breath, feeling the gun's pressure increase. If he shoots, you'll never walk again. "I - I don't have any money, man, besides, tomorrow's payday," he jabs the gun harder, and you feel tears forming, "Please! I have nothing!" you whisper.

"Only one way to tell," he snarls, hand reaching into your coat pocket.

But in that moment, a pedestrian bumps into him, and you know it's over. But before the shot rings in your ears, pierces through your winter layers and into your spine, there's a different arm around you, and almost like blinking, the world was black, the shot never fired, and the air smelt different; a crisp taste was to it, something you'd never smelt before on your minimum wages and no passport. Slowly, you open your eyes, and see a man without eyes.

"You saved my life," you whisper, and before you can tell yourself to not do it, you wrap your arms around the man's middle, squeezing him with a hug. "Thank you."

His lips twitch at the gratitude, "You're most welcome, ________. I've been meaning to fetch you, but it seemed a greater moment than ever to bring you then." he motions to where you stand, and standing straight, you realise that you're not in America anymore. "Welcome to Afterlife."

You swallow, feeling suddenly dizzy. "All the crazy will catch up on me, sure, but you - he - wow. I guess this is a place sort of like that school in upstate New York? For people uh, like you?" you ask him, hoping not to offend him.

"My name is Gordon. And this is a place for people like you, and I." he points ahead, where, oddly, there is a small building, that looks like it has all the cutesy properties you'd ever thought a cottage would have in the mountains somewhere across the world would have. "Go in there, and you will meet Jiaying, and another person like us to help you through what is going on here." His hand drops to your shoulder, and gently, Gordon ushers you toward the room. "Go."

Your feet wake, and walk toward the hut, slowly. There aren't people around, and not many animals; the birdsong is sparse. But all that fades away when the doors part open at your touch, and you see the familiar face standing beside the woman with scars on her face.

"Lincoln?"

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Four Years Later

"Lincoln, ________," Jiaying spoke, her voice clear, but hard to hear. In the special rooms, you seemed to be frozen, unable to move, but this time, it was for something other than fear. You'd spent four years alongside Lincoln training for this, helping him overcome the alcoholism, the grief of losing his mother and regret from leaving medical school. No, you could hear Jiaying perfectly well, through the cocoon of stone that was slowly crumbling, revealing your ears, your eyes, falling from where your fingers twitched. "Reborn, you are; you are Inhumans, you are new."

Behind her, the second in commands, the senior-positioned Inhumans repeated, "Welcome, young ones."

Your heart stuttered, and shaking your shoulders, felt the rest of the rocks fall from over you. Slowly, you turn, and see Lincoln beside you. He doesn't look like he's changed, not as far as you could see. But for the first time in years, he was smiling, and so were you, and inside your chest, your heart was beating faster than it had before.

"Your Inhuman abilities will take as long as they require to come forward, to evolve within you to be used safely, for yourself, for the others here in Afterlife."

Lincoln reached for you, only for a spark to jolt from his fingers, and crackle on the dry air. You beamed, and took his hand in yours. It might have sounded silly to say that seeing one man made your day, but being beside him made you feel a thousand times better.

[drstrangefictions]

Being Phil Coulson's Adoptive Daughter Would Include...

Daisy finding you after you turn to recruit you to her inhuman team.

Coulson and Daisy are quite surprised that you aren't fighting to leave the protective room, or to leave at all.

The first person you opened up to way May.

The conditions you and May set were that she could only tell the director of S.H.I.E.L.D what you said if it answered a question or was important to know.

"The first person to tell you their feelings, May. How does it feel?" "I don't know why she wanted to talk to me."

Once you were allowed to walk around the base you quietly mingled, mostly sticking to May.

"Of all people, she picks May?" "May isn't so nosey."

The first few days you spent time following May and meditating.

She kept a close eye on you after she watched how well your hand to hand combat was.

The only roadblock was your inhuman abilities.

You warmed up to the team (warmed up as in at least spoke to everyone).

Coulson tried to take you under his wing on multiple occasions, each time you would walk away from him or ignore him (don't worry, me too).

He was always the first to pick you back up or to be your back up.

He was always the first one to you when you needed someone.

"You're not her father, Coulson." "I'm not Daisy's father either, you kept telling me that. Weirdly enough both of them are the daughter's I've never had. I want to give them someone, somewhere to come home to." "Isn't Daisy enough for you?"

At some point, Daisy started acting like your older sister and tried to take you under her wing.

You noticed the behavior change in both Coulson and Daisy, you began to take more anger out of both of them.

"You will NEVER be my father, Coulson. Daisy will NEVER be my sister. The more I try to get you to understand that, the more you don't. I don't need your pity! I don't need your broken family. Leave me out of it."

You went on a mission with Lincoln who asked if you were doing ok.

You slumped back and told him you just wanted to be left out of Coulson's broken family.

The second person you opened up to.

At least Lincoln understood where you were coming from, but he explained that S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson's team specifically, was kind of his family.

He also said not everyone feels the same, it's a family to some, a job to others.

You would return from a mission as you usually do, tired, sometimes injured.

The next mission went sideways.

The whole team was out there, with the exception of the extraction team.

You, Daisy, Lincoln, and Mack managed to get caught, separated from Coulson, May, and FitzSimmons.

HYDRA attacked from all 4 sides of the room.

They started taking the team down one by one until it was just you and Mack.

You searched for an exit point, without any luck you made one and got everyone you could find to safety.

Because you can't "leave your family behind".

The extraction team picked you up, they already had FitzSimmons, luckily.

There was still no sign of Coulson and May, the HYDRA base was crumbling and there was no time to get back in and search for them.

Mack made the hard call and left them behind.

Back at base you stared across from you as Simmons rambled on about how sorry she was for having to hurt you more to clean a cut across your face.

When she was done you both walked to the rest of Coulson's team.

You were the last person she tended to because you wanted to make sure everyone was alright first.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Coulson and May.

"Come tell Coulson how you helped us get out." "Oh, well, I just made an exit since there wasn't one." "There's more to the story, tell it all." "No, I'm pretty sure that's it. If it wasn't for Mack, I wouldn't have been able to do anything."

You walked with Coulson back to his office, it was painfully silent.

"I thought teamwork and saving people wasn't your thing." "It's not - it wasn't. I couldn't just leave them. Daisy's your daughter, I knew if I left her that would hurt you. I couldn't leave her, or any of them. I couldn't find you. And I was scared, Mack made the decision to leave. I wanted to find you. I couldn't lose you. I lost my dad once, I can't lose another dad." "It's not just a job to you." "Do not tell anyone."

After your ACCIDENTAL confession, you and Coulson bond.

He learns that you enjoys magic tricks and you are phenomenal at card tricks and you also cheat at card games with your card tricks.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Twisted 14 - Sinking Deeper [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤ 

Ps: Special thanks to Bea for helping me!

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 4180

Summary: Not every night is for sleeping.

All things considered, you were sure that you were supposed to be more stressed out than you were right now. The FBI still had nothing on the copycat killer that had sent you flowers, or any of the others that were running wild all over the country. BAU was working nonstop because there was more and more pressure coming from the supervisors and higher ups, and Spencer had told you something about the profile evolving but hadn’t gotten into details.

Not that you would ever ask him to, what you heard was more than enough.

Despite all that, whenever you were with him, you managed to feel almost…peaceful. It was so unfamiliar to you that it had taken you a moment to acknowledge what it was.

Happiness. Pure happiness, enough to get rid of the mind-numbing panic and worries about the future.

Or, as your sister had so eloquently put it, you were so, so screwed.

You took a sip of your mimosa, texting Spencer under the table, barely aware of the conversation taking place but you had to look up when you heard your name being called.

“Would you want to, Y/N?” your mother asked and you frowned.

“Hm?” you asked, your eyes stopping on Lily playing with her dolls by the corner of the huge living room before you looked at Mina and Kenzie, “Sorry, what were we talking about?”

“There’s this opera—“

“Nope,” you shook your head fervently, “No way. It’s Mina’s turn.”

Mina let out a whine, “I hate you so much right now.”

“She has a point,” your mother pointed at Mina, “Your sister was the one who came to the charity ball, you can come to this one.”

Mina heaved a sigh while Kenzie reached out to hold her hand.

“Babe come on, it could be fun.”

“Exactly!” your mother said, “Thank you, Kenzie. Besides, Nolan is coming as well, so we will be two couples there. Y/N, of course if you want you can bring Spencer—“

“I’m not exaggerating when I say I’d rather spend an hour in my serial killer father’s cell with Spencer.”

Your mother rolled her eyes and Mina tilted her head.

“Nolan Yates is coming too?” she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I’m spending a whole night with the boss of my boss?”

“You two should get to know each other!” Your mother said, “Besides, there’s no harm in telling your bosses that you should become a partner already—“

“Mom,” Mina cut her off, “We talked about this. I will earn that position by myself, not because of anyone’s influence. Including yours.”

Your mother sipped her drink, “It’s as if you like struggling, Mina.”

Kenzie looked between them and smiled brightly, trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m actually pretty curious about him,” she said, “Since you’re a couple now, I just need to see what kind of a person he is.”

“There’s nothing to see, babe.” Mina murmured, “The guy looks like he spends millions alone on his beard care and wears bowties to bed.”

“Yeah but bowties are cool,” you grinned and a silence fell upon the table.

“I will get back to you sleeping with my boss’ boss in a minute mom but—“ Mina cleared her throat and turned to you, “I’m sorry, was that a Doctor Who reference?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I started watching it because Spencer likes it so much. It’s actually pretty fun, he said we could go to Sonic-Con next year if I want.”

“Comic-Con.” Kenzie corrected you helpfully and Mina blinked a couple of times.

“Jesus Christ.”

“I don’t get it,” Kenzie said, “I told you to watch it with me and you said, and I quote It has like one billion episodes Kenz, I don’t have time for that.”

Mina stole a look at Lily to make sure she couldn’t hear you before she turned to Kenzie, “Yeah, the difference is that you weren’t dicking her down.”

“Nobody is dicking me down!” you whispered, and your mother gasped, putting her mimosa glass down.

“Girls, not at the breakfast table!” she insisted, “Not that this kind of language is acceptable anywhere…”

“Yeah Mina, leave her alone,” Kenzie said, “I think it’s sweet.”

“What’s next? You will want to get a doctorate as well because he likes them so much?”

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” your mother mused out loud, “Y/N, I know the lovely dean of—“

“No!” you pointed at them, “No to both of you. And thank you Kenzie.”

Before your mother could say anything, Lily ran to you to climb into your lap.

“Hi there bug.”

“Can we play after brunch?” she looked up at you, making you smile at her before you pinched her chubby cheek, making her giggle.

“Of course,” you said, “Dibs on green unicorn.”

“I like pink better,” she nicked a piece of cheese from your plate, “Are you talking about your prince?”

Mina smiled into her glass, “Something like that sweetheart.”

“Lily, why don’t you ask auntie what you asked me the other day?” Kenzie told her and Lily nodded fervently.

“Can I wear pink on your wedding?”

“Whoa-“ you cleared your throat, “Lily, baby, there’s no wedding.”

Kenzie and your mother grinned at each other and turned to you and Lily but she looked as if she was confused.

“But if he’s your prince…” she trailed off and Kenzie cleared her throat.

“I would like to come up with a tamer version of that question,” she said, “When do we get to meet him?”

“Mom and Mina already have,” you said but your mother shook her head.

“That doesn’t count.”

“Because you treated him like you were going to hire him?”

“Oh you did the same to him as well?” Kenzie asked your mother, “I thought Mina would have a heart attack when you did that to me.”

“I honestly thought you would break up with me after that.”

You fixed the huge bow on top of Lily’s hair while she sat still in your lap, listening to the conversation.

“How about dinner?” your mother said, “It’d help us to get to know him better.”

“Nope,” you shook your head, “It’s too early.”

“Oh come on Y/N!”

“I will introduce him to you guys when I’m sure you can behave.”

“He has spent hours with dad, you do realize that?” Mina asked with a small laugh, “You think he behaves? The guy is a—“

“Mina.” Kenzie nodded at Lily and Mina stopped herself immediately but Lily had already heard it.

“I thought your dad was a bad man, mommy.”

“He is, baby,” she nodded, “That’s why he’s far away, remember?”

“Then why is auntie Y/N’s prince talking to him?”

“Because he catches bad people, bug.”

Lily gasped and looked up at you, her eyes shining with excitement, “Like a superhero?!”

“Mm hm, like a superhero,” you grinned at her and she fidgeted in your lap.

“When will I meet him?”

“Yeah Y/N, when will we meet him?” Kenzie batted her lashes and you pointed at her.

“That’s evil, you know that right?” you asked, ignoring Mina’s laughter, “Low blow.”

                                                 ***

Towards the evening, right before it was time to meet Spencer he had texted you, saying that they would be doing overtime at work. You were bummed, but you still texted back to tell him it was alright, that you would be going home and he could drop by whenever he was done.

After having dinner, you went to the couch with a bottle of wine and turned your laptop on to take a look at the files your assistant had sent you. Campbell wedding was almost done, Vincent had sent you a couple of new ideas to add into the theme, and you had to email back two pastry shops to confirm the wedding cake orders.

You were so lost in work that you had barely realized downing the half of the bottle and it was only when your phone started buzzing on the coffee table that you looked away from the screen of the laptop.

“Hi Lincoln,” you answered the phone, still typing your replies to your assistant and he took a deep breath.

“Hey,” he said, “Are you watching it?”

“Watching what?”

“TV. They’re talking about the copycat killers.”

“What?” you grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and of course, the first TV channel you found was already covering the story.

“The FBI has confirmed that the body that was found dead earlier today belonged to one of the copycat killers that has been—“

“What the fuck?” you murmured, keeping your eyes on the screen and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah,” he said, “I know it’s creepy but I mean…I don’t know, isn’t that a good thing?”

“Someone killed one of the copycat killers?” you asked, “That makes no sense at all.”

“Do you think it’s the same one?” he asked, “From the charity ball?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, “I didn’t know if I should call, but…”

“No no, I’m glad you did.” You muted the TV, then filled your glass again, “What’re you doing?”

“Just leaving work,” he said and you raised your brows.

“Linc, it’s eleven p.m.”

“I had to attend a meeting overseas.”

“Workaholic.”

“I prefer the term hard working,” he chuckled, “How about you? You weren’t sleeping, right?”

“Nah, I was waiting for my boyfriend,” you said, making him pause for a moment, “And checking client files. And drinking.”

“You’re lucky you can deal with your job while drinking, these sharks would pounce on me if they ever saw me like that.”

You took a look at the TV and typed in the copycat killer’s name into the search bar, sipping your wine.

“You’re being safe, right?” he asked you, “I haven’t heard from you for like a week or so, you’re alright?”

You pressed your lips together, trying to decide whether to tell him about the flowers or not, but in the end you decided not to.

“Family drama,” you said, “I’ve been running everywhere, and what with work and everything…Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be silly,” he chuckled, “Just wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all.”

“I’m alright—“ you started but then looked over your shoulder when you heard the doorbell ring, “Gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, see you,” he said and hung up, so you jumped over the couch to rush to the door before you opened it to see Spencer standing there.

“Hey,” you smiled at him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, “Long day?”

He nodded silently and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you closer to inhale your scent.

“Hi,” he muttered into your hair, “Yeah. Long day.”

“I have wine?” you said as you pulled back, and closed the door after he stepped in, “I also have a bathtub even you could lose yourself in.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” he said and hesitated for a moment, “On second thought, do you have coffee?”

“Are you sure you want to drink coffee at eleven at night?”

“I still have some reports to go over,” he said, stepping into the living room while you put the coffee on and his eyes stopped on the huge screen that was still giving details about the copycat killer.

“You saw that huh?”

“Mm hm,” you watched him as he dropped his satchel and you went to sit down next to him on the couch. “I was checking the other news. That’s why you had to work overtime?”

He rubbed at his eyes and ran a hand through his fluffy hair as if it would help, “We thought the profile was changing but this whole thing just proves someone is trying to keep it stable.”

You pulled your brows together, “What?”

“The victimology didn’t match with the last two victims, and now one of the copycats ended up dead, probably the one who went rogue.”

“How did it not match?” you blinked a couple of times, “They all left a flower in the crime scene, no?”

“Well yeah, but the rest—“ he stopped for a moment, staring at you, “You never actually checked his victimology?”

“I never watched any of those interviews he gave after he was imprisoned, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Yeah, and those interviews are the reason why we still don’t have a specific suspect because everyone knows everything about him, and most of your family life,” he heaved a sigh, “But you know what his victims had in common?”

“They all bled out while he watched,” you crossed your arms, leaning back to the arm of the couch, “I know that. He liked watching that.”

“Your father never killed anyone outside his social circle,” he reminded you, “They were all wealthy and overly successful people, remember? That’s why it took FBI so long to find him, because the previous profile was wrong. They thought it was someone who didn’t have access to the same resources, the same wealth and status, and it was for revenge.”

“Yeah but Spencer, he killed those people because he is evil.”

“He killed those people because in his mind, he was creating this…perfect business environment. Most of the people who got murdered were either failing business people or people who failed to meet his expectations. He was very successful, he expected the same from everyone. That’s his victimology. The flowers on the crime scene, they were just his signature. Well, his signature and his small offering to you.”

You thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen to pour him a cup of coffee before walking back to the couch.

“I still think this is a bad idea professor,” you muttered as you gave him the cup and he smiled at you, then took a sip while you lit up a cigarette.

“So then,” you crossed your legs, “His victims were the cream of society and that means something? Other than the fact that he was a psychopath?”

“That means a lot of things,” he said, “So far, most of the victims had a higher status in society, it means that the copycats actually wanted to continue his legacy from where he left off. Maybe not the people who disappointed them per se, but until these last two victims, they all had higher financial status, either family money or with their own successful companies but last month, someone first killed a bartender and then a social worker. The only thing that told us it was remotely connected was the flower in the crime scene.”

“That’s why the profile was changing,” you muttered to yourself, “Okay. Is that normal?”

“No, not at all,” he shook his head, “It’s very unfamiliar. It did prove our multiple copycat killers theory but other than that, it was going to make things incredibly harder until…” he nodded at the TV and you pulled your brows together.

“Hold on,” you sat up straighter, your mind working nonstop, “Multiple copycats who are trying to continue that monster’s legacy, and one happens to taint that legacy by going rogue…”

“And he gets killed,” he finished your sentence for you, “Exactly.”

“It was one of the copycats who killed him?”

“That’s my theory.”

“So they’re not actually working together then?” you asked, exhaling the smoke, “Or- or- wait, you said there could be one copycat that was controlling the others, maybe they did it?”

Spencer took a sip of his coffee, “It could also mean that the leader wouldn’t want to take chances like this again,” he said, “Someone tainted the legacy, he might begin to believe he cannot trust anyone with that again.”

You let out a breath, stubbing the cigarette, “What does that mean then? For…all of this?”

“It means that someone cares so much about your father’s legacy that they’re ready to kill anyone and everyone over it, even their partners,” he said, “It also means that their whole operation is starting to crack. It’s only a matter of time someone makes a mistake and ends up getting caught.”

You massaged your temples, “Well, at least one of us can see the light at the end of this psycho murder tunnel.”

“You can’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “It feels like it won’t stop,” you croaked out, “It’s like�� It’s like I can’t wake up without dread filling me. It’s always there, at some corner of my mind. The more I think about it, the more I feel like—“ you stopped yourself and Spencer frowned, putting his coffee down.

“What?”

“You don’t want to hear that, trust me.”

“Try me.”

“The more I feel like it will go on until the day I die.”

“It’s impossible for this case to take that long, Y/N—“

“I didn’t say it’d take long,” you took a sip of your wine and heaved a sigh before you looked up at him, the expression on his face almost hurting your heart physically, “Told you that you didn’t want to hear it.”

“Don’t say that.”

You forced a small laugh and got up from the couch, suddenly restless.

“You said it yourself,” you said, pacing in the living room, “His victimology. He went after the people who disappointed him, right? Can you guess who’s disappointing him right now by not turning into the monster that he is?”

“That’s not what I—“ he shook his head fervently and stood up from the couch as well, “No. No way. It’s his victimology, but none of the psychiatric evaluations or anything on his file, including the list of his victims suggest that he would go after his family. There was a reason why he never tried to hurt you or Mina or your mother even back then—“

“No I’m sure they’re safe,” you said, “But Mina didn’t get flowers, professor. I have.”

“If our theory of him being in contact with the copycat is right, it means that your father is involved as well—hey,” he stopped you from pacing, reaching out to hold your hands in his, “Listen to me. Whoever it is, they will never, ever touch you. I’ll make sure of that.”

A painful smile pulled at your lips, “Spencer, that’s not your responsibility.”

“It is.”

“FBI can’t—“

“I’m not talking about the FBI, I’m talking about me.”

You took a shaky breath and wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest as you swayed slightly.

“Is it okay if we stay like this for a moment?” you muttered, shifting your weight from one foot to another “I don’t— I can’t sit still, I don’t know why.”

“Do you want to hear the reason why?” he ran his fingertips over your spine up and down, as if trying to soothe you and you nodded.

“Yes please.”

“You feel threatened, so your brain is trying to understand where the danger is coming from. It’s telling you to either stand or run away, so it’s pumping adrenaline into your system. We call that nervous energy.”

“That could be my stripper name,” you mumbled, making a chuckle vibrate deeply in his chest, “Tell me more.”

“The nervous energy happens when you’re under stress,” he said, “Our primitive brain is used to physical threats and it created this system in order to protect us. The threat you’re afraid of is not here, not physical, but your brain is still sending that energy to your limbs so that you can attack that physical threat, or run away to somewhere safe. It’s all a part of your defense mechanism.”

You hmmed into his chest, still holding him tight as if someone would take him away from you before you sniffled and pulled back to look up at him.

“You know, I think I got something you can’t explain with science.”

He raised his brows, “Debatable.”

“Do you want to bet? If I win, you’ll tell me what you planned for the next date.”

“What if I win?”

You wiped at your nose, “Tell me your price, professor.”

“There’s this conference on smoking and its effects on health next week, if I win you will attend that with me.”

“That’s a very indirect way to say that you hate my smoking.”

“I mean, it’s better if you see the effects in that conference, I think it’ll be good for you. It has five sessions, so it’s around….7 hours, including breaks.”

You blinked a couple of times, then nodded. “7 hours? That’s— okay. Yeah, I’m sure— I’m sure it’ll be fun.”  

A smile pulled at his lips, “Okay,” he said, “What is it?”

“It’s just,” you nibbled on your lip, trying to find the right words, “I was thinking and I realized something. I— I think it’s instinctual somehow, you can’t really explain it with science but when you’re here…” you paused, “With me, I mean, this whole panic dissolves. I feel safe, and it’s so unfamiliar that I don’t—“ you let out a small laugh, “I don’t know how to deal with that. I normally don’t feel safe, ever.”

A small smile pulled at his lips and he tilted his head, his warm gaze focused on you. You scrunched up your nose.

“Don’t tell me science can explain that.”

“Oxytocin.”

“God damn it!” you exclaimed, making him laugh, “Oxytocin?”

“Yeah, oxytocin. It’s a hormone that ensures that you trust people along with everything else. Basically, your brain— when you’re attracted to someone, your brain releases dopamine, so your serotonin levels rise and it produces oxytocin. It’s a big part of romantic attachment, it’s released during sex as well.”

You arched a brow, a small smirk flashing over your face and he pressed his lips together, a look of mischief appearing on his face.

“It strengthens fidelity as well,” he explained, “Seeing your partner as more attractive than others, and preferring to interact more with your partner than strangers.”

You clicked your tongue, “7 hours of conference, here we come.”

“It’ll be fun, I heard they’re bringing a real lung.”

“Can’t wait,” you muttered and entwined your fingers with his, “Well for what it’s worth professor, I have a lot of oxytocin for you.”

He cleared his throat, “Scientifically, one of the most important aspects of it is reproduction, in females it triggers labor and in males it moves sperm so having a lot of oxytocin can be—“

“Spencer, I’m trying to talk dirty in a scientific way!” you groaned, a fire spreading over your face because of embarrassment and you took a step to walk away from him but he grabbed your hand to turn you around and tug you closer to him, making you let out a whine.

“I feel like an idiot,” you murmured and he shook his head fervently,

“No, of course not,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear, “Hey. I don’t know anything about weddings. So we complete each other if you ask me.”

You scoffed a laugh and looked up at him, your brows furrowed together, “You really think that?”

He nodded and you heaved a sigh.

“Okay.”

“And…for your information,” he swallowed thickly, “I have a lot of oxytocin for you too.”

A giggle you couldn’t stop escaped from you as he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss, making your stomach do a pleasant flip. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lungs full of his scent, making you dizzy.

“They’ll take away your doctorates for that joke, professor,” you breathed out as he pulled back, resting his forehead on yours while you raked your nails over the back of his neck gently.

“Worth it,” he murmured to your lips, leaning in to kiss you again, this time pressing you closer to his body and your heart started beating in your throat, a whine climbing up to your throat, desire filling your system faster than any other drug.

“Would you like to stay the night?” you whispered, and his eyes shot up to yours, both of you aware what you were really asking. He looked almost hypnotized by the sight of you in his arms and he blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus before he nodded.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse and you took a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, your whole being consumed by this moment. “Yeah, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

You could swear he could hear your heartbeat echoing through the room,

“No scientific explanation this time, professor?” you whispered against his lips and his fingers caressed the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a pleasant shiver from there to your whole body.

“No,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, “Not this time. Not for the lady who imparadises my mind.”

The lady who imparadises my mind.

That was how Dante described Beatrice in Paradise.

You stood on your tiptoes to pull him into a kiss, then tugged at his hand to lead him into your bedroom.

Chapter 15

[felucians]

someone drop some lincoln campbell x readers that aren't just soft&fluffy or angsty 😮‍💨

[merakiaes]

WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog. 

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work. 

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

Don’t get pissy if you request something and I kindly tell you that I don’t write that kind of thing, whatever it may be. I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately and it’s really annoying. All writers have their own, individual preferences, and that’s their right.

Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

Feel free to reblog this to spread the word!

[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[ao3feed-fitzsimmons]

'I Love You..'

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by Mcgrathandwives

Melinda May's adoptive daughter dates Daisy. Set season 3

Episodes will be missed out bc its the flow of the story.

POSTING ON TUMBLR MCGRATHANDWIVES

Words: 1283, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Reader, Daisy Johnson, Melinda May, Phil Coulson, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Yo Yo Rodriguez, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Grant Ward, Hive (Marvel), Lincoln Campbell

Relationships: Daisy Johnson x Reader, Adoptive Daughter!&Melinda May, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie/Yo Yo Rodriguez, Lance Hunter/Bobbi Morse

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff

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[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Playing with Fire

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by BeccaAnne814

What happens when two people who have nothing in common suddenly have to pretend to be in a relationship? Will the sparks between them ignite into something more, or is this romance doomed to crash and burn? Fireman!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 264, Chapters: 1/26, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Bucky Barnes x Reader Series

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Female Reader - Character, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Lincoln Campbell, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena Rodriguez, James Rhodes, Pepper Potts, May Parker, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Phil Coulson, Melinda May

Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Additional Tags: cursing, PG-13 sexual situations, Angst, Fluff, lying, Fires, smoke inhalation, Blood

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