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Tattooed Love

Summary: Soulmate AU. You have a small tattoo of your soulmates first initial and while you know him as soon as you see him it takes time to tell him how you feel.

A/N: this is for @thatfanficstuff 500 follower challenge. I also want to thank @mirandaaustin93 for being my beta. She isn't even into The Hobbit, but she watched it just for me and read over this. I can't thank her enough.

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Warnings: none. I actually even made sure the boys lived because I can't handle their deaths.

Word count: 2203

Loyalty, honor, a willing heart. Those were the things Thorin looked for in a person, the things he respected. It was also something you had to offer. You were at the meeting in Ered Luin. You heard about his quest to reclaim Erebor and while Dain and the others told him it was the company's quest and theirs alone you refused to sit back and do nothing. The desire to help, to prove yourself, and to do the right thing burned deep in your soul and coursed through your veins hotter than a forge’s fire. That was how you found yourself riding with Thorin to the Shire to meet the rest of the company and meet the burglar Gandalf had chosen to assist on the quest.

But truth be told those weren't the only reasons you had for joining such a dangerous quest. Even though they were the main ones. In the back of your mind and somewhere in your heart you hoped to meet your soulmate as well. Ever since you were old enough to understand what the little D rune tattooed on your ankle meant you had been looking for him. Everyone was born with a similar mark. For dwarves or in your case half dwarves the letter was a rune, but it was always the first letter of your soulmates name. It always looked like a tattoo, but the markings weren't always located in the same spot.

As soon as you met the stoic warrior with tattoos on his head and forearms you knew it had to be him. Just his rough voice sent a tingle down your spine and while most found his gaze and the way he held himself intimidating you didn't. It made you feel protected and if you were being honest a little bit aroused. However you kept this to yourself. For one you had just met him and wanted to get to know him before you blurted out you thought he was your soulmate. For two you were about to embark on a dangerous mission and more important things needed to be discussed.

You sat listening intently to Thorin as he spoke of the mountain and seizing the chance to take back Erebor with a smile. You were proud to call him king, but then talk of the front door being sealed began and arguments once again broke out because no one thought Bilbo could survive the wild. It made you sigh. Dwalin looked over at you with a raised brow. “What seems to be the matter lass?” You shook your head. “Pointless arguing. Gandalf clearly chose the hobbit for a reason. So what if he's gentle and doesn't know how to defend himself. There's thirteen and a half dwarves here we can defend him if need be until we reach the mountain.”

Dwalin let out a gruff laugh. “Thirteen and a half. You're funny lass.” After that moment you wanted to hear him laugh more and so you made it your personal mission to make him do so. Even if you weren't sure how to do it. That night everyone of the dwarves sang and you joined in, but your eyes were locked on Dwalin the entire time. His deep voice, the glint in his eyes that said he was a fierce warrior, and the way he held himself all drew you in. Like a moth to the flame or a dwarf to gold. There was no doubt in your mind he was your soulmate.

As you left the Shire and traveled over rolling hills and across little rivers you talked to all the company getting to know them better. You made friends with Fili and Kili easy enough. They were sweet and could easily make you laugh. You also talked to Balin enjoying the stories he told you, but your favorite talks were with Dwalin. You could listen to his voice all day. He told you stories of battles he had fought in, mischief he had caused as a dwarfling, becoming best friends with Thorin and many more. In return you told him stories of your childhood, how you learned to fight because you wanted to honor your father who had died in battle, how people put you down for being a halfbreed, and anything else you could think of.

The more you talked to him the more you fell in love. Dwalin was everything you could hope for in a soulmate. He was brave, strong, protective, loyal. Most importantly he had a soft side that not many got to see, but you did. One night while most of the company slept you and him sat up talking long into the night. “There was this little fawn it had gotten separated from its ma, ya see. Well it was so tiny it was gonna die on its own. So I smuggled it into the house, fed it milk until it was big enough to survive in the wild and let it go.” He told you. It was the sweetest thing you had ever heard. This big tough dwarf who could easily crack skulls with his bare hands had taken care of something as gentle and precious as a lost fawn.

Getting to see that side of him made you realize there was more to him than meets the eye. And so you spent every night you could listening to his tales whether they be of gruesome fights or of helping someone in need by escorting them home safely, stories of boys’ night and getting plastered or of buying a single mother food for a week. Yes, Dwalin was a tough seasoned warrior, but he was also a soft kind soul once you got to know him. It warmed your heart that he allowed you to see the deeper part of him. You even had to stop yourself from telling him you loved him a few times.

Things seemed to be going great between you and Dwalin as well as for the company until one night you made camp near what used to be a farmer's  home. Gandalf and Thorin argued and the wizard took off. That was just the beginning of the trouble that would ensue that night. Just as you were about to take the last bite of the stew Bombur had made Fili came running toward camp saying trolls had Bilbo. You dropped the bowl grabbed your sword and followed after him like all the other dwarves. The battle was going in your favor until one of the trolls caught you and threw you into a tree. You landed on your leg funny and felt your ankle roll painfully. There was no doubt it was sprained.

Bilbo was captured and the dwarves dropped their weapons. Some were put on a spit over the fire while the rest of you were put in sacks. You closed your eyes and held back the whimper that was in the back of your throat. If you were going to die you would do it bravely. You wouldn't let the others know you were hurting as bad as you were. You were a warrior and you would die being strong like a warrior. You watched the spit looking at Dwalin sadly wishing you had told him how you felt. Now you would never get the chance to tell him, he was your soulmate and you loved him. Or so you thought.

The hobbit had managed to play for time. While his plan was a bit strange it had worked and Gandalf had showed up in time to turn the trolls to stone. All of you were released from your bags and off the spit. While some of the company went to look for a cave you sat there letting your ankle rest. You poked it and let out a hiss. “Let me have a look at it lass. You took a pretty hard hit.” You looked up at Dwalin and nodded not even thinking about the little soulmate tattoo he would find. You just wanted to make sure it wasn't broke as you didn't want to be a burden the rest of the journey.

Dwalin knelt next to you and pulled the leg of your trousers up, untied your boot and pulled it off. He lifted your leg and went to examine it. When he spotted the little D rune he took pause. The stoic warrior had felt himself falling for you more and more as you grew to know one another. He also remembered the rune on his right shoulder that was the first letter of your name. Deep inside he had prayed that you were his soulmate, but you were so soft, so gentle, so sweet, and perfect. He was none of that. He didn't want to get his hopes up in case he was wrong, but now he had a reason to have hope. For the first time in a long time he felt his heartbeat pick up and was honestly a little nervous.

“Y/N, lass.” He looked up at you his eyes more serious than you had ever seen. You could see the different emotions playing in his eyes. Nervousness, happiness, pride, love, and a little fear. All of it made you very nervous, but you didn't take your eyes off his for a second. “I think it's time I showed you something.” He shrugged his fur coat off and moved his tunic showing you his mark. There it was for you to see. A little rune depicting the first letter of your name. Honestly you didn't know how to react. This whole time you had been afraid to tell him how you felt when you had nothing to fear.

You smiled at him, the pain in your ankle completely forgotten and pulled him down for a kiss. His lips were chapped and rough just like he was, but having them pressed to yours was the sweetest feeling in the world. Tingles ran down your spine, your heart picked up pace and you felt like nothing bad could happen as long as he kept holding you like he was. Dwalin’s hands had come to rest of your hips and despite his tough exterior he held you gently, like a butterfly he was afraid to crush. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, Dwalin,” you whispered knowing he would hear you.

“I love you too, Y/N. And I swear to protect you to the end of my days.” He promised. And no matter the hardships you endured on the quest he kept that promise. He made sure the orcs didn't get you as you ran, he protected you during the thunderbattle, in the goblin tunnels he hit any one of the nasty creatures that dared touch you, hanging from a tree he protected you then too. A skinchanger, spiders, elves, and a dragon. He watched over you through it all. He even kept you safe during the battle of the five armies. There was nothing he wouldn't keep you safe from. You thanked Mahal for giving you such a perfect soulmate. Without Dwalin you just knew you would be lost.

When the day finally came for your wedding you couldn't be happier. The smile on your face was more stunning than even the Arkenstone. What made the day better was the fact your best friends, Fili and Kili were walking you down the aisle while Thorin was officiating. It had been a miracle they had survived the battle, but they had and here they were to experience the happiest day of your life with you. You fussed with your hair one last time before opening the door and smiling at the boys. “Time to get you married,” Fili said. Kili had a cheeky grin. “I know you're excited for what comes after.” The young prince wiggled his brows. You smacked him, but accepted his and his brother's arm as they were offered.

Dwalin blinked rapidly. He couldn't believe how beautiful you were. The stoic warrior felt he was looking at an angel as he watched Fili and Kili bring you closer to him. As soon as you were standing across from him he held your hands in his and smiled. For anyone that didn't know how he was with you it was a strange sight, but for the company they expected nothing less. You stood there barely hearing a thing Thorin said as you gazed at your soulmate with all the love and adoration your small body could muster. If someone asked you what was said during the ceremony you wouldn't be able to tell them.

The only thing you remembered was promising to always love Dwalin and him promising you the same. Of course Kili then yelled from the crowd, “Kiss already.” Dwalin let out a growl, but did just that. Normally he wasn't one for public displays of affection, but today he made an exception as he kissed you with everything he had. “Your mine and I'm yours for now and until the end of our days,” he whispered. “I wouldn't have it any other way,” you whispered back.

[diinofayce]

Eat or Be Eaten

This is for @thatfanficstuff‘s challenge! Congrats on 500 Followers! Prompt is in bold. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader | Word Count: 1.7k | A/N: This is a continuation of what was my one shot ‘Fight or Flight’. It isn’t necessary to read the first one, but I’d be tickled pink if you did. | Warnings: Swearing, chase scene, me trying to explain parkour moves and probably failing.

As your feet hit sharp against the pavement you found yourself wondering how you ended up in this position yet again. You took a sharp corner, grabbing a stairwell’s handrail and vaulting yourself over, twisting your body 180 degrees and starting to climb the steps two at a time. The quick pounding of feet running behind you never faltered, one chaser even having a break in his stride pulling the same stunt you just pulled. Taking large, gulping breaths as you reached the top of the landing and found the wooden door in front of you locked. Turning sharply over your back shoulder you kicked in the door with your back heel and rushed into the apartment.

It seemed like no one was home so you quickly made your way through the living quarters to the other side, slamming doors closed behind you as you made your way through the apartment. Once in the bedroom you locked the door and opened the window, sticking your head out you saw a drain gutter and prayed that it was sturdy and the rust flaking the paint off wasn’t all the way through. Swinging yourself out the window you grabbed onto the aluminum pipe, a few screws wrenching out of the plaster of the building and causing your teeth to clench in anticipation of the fall. When the drain pipe held you let out a quick breath and planted your feet hoping to climb up.

Suddenly you felt a hand clamp hard around your ankle and pull. You looked into the face of one of the men who had been chasing you as the pipe came unfastened from the building. You feel yourself start to fall backwards and let out a gasp, when suddenly a glint of sunlight reflecting off metal catches your eye and hard fingers grab at the front of your shirt, pulling you up onto the roof with ease.

“We have got to stop meeting this way,” the man who saved your life a second time smiles cheekily, his blue eyes shining brilliantly in the afternoon sun.

It had been four months since Bucky Barnes saved your life and healed you in the comforts of an (what you later learned turned out be borrowed) apartment in upper Brooklyn. When you had woken up the next morning after sharing a bed with the man he introduced you to his friend Steve Rogers who offered you a spot on The Avengers Initiative. Apparently your ability to get in and out of locations basically undetected was a highly desirable skill to the team that seemed to blow things up first, ask questions later. You had politely turned them down, explaining that you were just better off working solo. Being caught and tortured was just a one-off, really, you didn’t need a crowd of super fantastic people to make you feel even more ordinary than you already were. And while you were an adrenaline junkie you weren’t selfless and putting your life on the line for the sake of the world wasn’t something you were interested in.

It didn’t stop you, however, from noticing Bucky at the shop you got your coffee from - even after you changed cafes five times. Or a flash of red hair when you were out shopping. Or a quick glimpse of red, white, and blue when you were on your own little missions. So were you surprised that Bucky Barnes was once again hauling your body up a building? No. Were you pleased about the turn of events? Also no.

You frowned at him, but took off at a run before the people chasing you could catch up. Bucky hot on your heels not even breaking a sweat. You leapt from one building to the other with ease, landing with a roll, Bucky landing right and rolling right behind you.

“So, that necklace you have is nice,” Bucky said nonchalantly, as if you were having a simple chat.

“It didn’t belong to Richardson,” you ground out, hopping off the roof down onto an awning and grabbing a window sill to help lower you back down to ground level. Bucky simply hopped off the roof, landing on the sidewalk with a graceful crouch and picking up the pace after you.

“It doesn’t belong to the guy who sent you after it, either,” Bucky countered and you shrugged.

“I just do what I’m paid for, I get paid more if I don’t ask questions.”

“We could pay you to take orders and not ask questions,” Bucky argued and you laughed through your heavy breathing. Your cardio was good, but you’ve done a lot of running and jumping in the last few blocks.

“What’s your plan, here?” Bucky asked and you shrugged again.

“Keep running, hopefully they’ll get bored and go home,” you explained.

“That’s not really a plan, more of a vague idea.”

“You only think that because you’re probably used to super detailed plans written out a white board by Captain America.”

You had meant to be funny and snarky, but Bucky didn’t have a comeback because you weren’t wrong. So he stayed quiet and ran along with you in silence. He liked to watch you move and watch how you would come to a snap decision of a turn to make or a wall to scale. You checked the GPS on your smart watch really quick before looking up around you and hooking to the left down a tight alleyway. With a quick jump you planted a foot on the wall to the building on your right propelling you into the wall on your left and then pushing yourself back up so that you could grab the ledge of the roof of the right building and pull yourself up. Bucky blinked up at the top of the building where you peaked your head back over and winked at him and blew him a kiss before disappearing again.

“Fuck,” Bucky swore to himself and protected his face with his metal arm as he jumped through a window of the building on the right to see if he could find some stairs up to you.

By the time Bucky reached the roof both you and the men who had been following you were no where to be seen.

~*~

You approached your buyer and pulled the necklace out of your jacket pocket, the long string of pearls coming together at a large diamond pendant. The stone was at least fifteen karats and the pearls were also, without question, a very high quality.

“I want payment, Korischnikov, before I give these to you,” you demanded twirling the necklace on your fingers. He watched the diamond swing with gritted teeth and snapped his fingers.

Two men came out of the shadows, one holding a briefcase with what you assumed was your money. Korischnikov opened the briefcase and showed you the bills stacked inside of it before locking it and tossing it at your feet.

“Rude,” you bark, tossing the necklace at him to distract them long enough to be able to swipe the briefcase into your hands.

“I trust you wont speak of this to anyone?” Korischnikov stated and you tilted your head in response.

“I don’t see why I would need too.”

Just as the words were out of your mouth the door behind you burst open and a saucer whipped by your head, hitting one of the armed guards in the head and ricocheting into the other guard, knocking them both cold. You turned around as Captain America caught his shield on his arm and stormed forward, ripping the gun out of Korschnikov’s hands and throwing it to the ground.

“Nikolai Korschinikov, you are under arrest for diamond smuggling,” Steve barked, police officers filing in behind him.

“Cap,” one of the officers admonished, “We’ve told you before, we have to say it or it wont hold up in court.”

Steve blushed under his helmet and looked put out. “Sorry, I just get excited.”

Your mouth hung open as Bucky filed in after the officers. Him and Steve stood off to a corner and spoke quietly to each other, you had just turned to sneak out when an officer caught you and clapped a handcuffs around your wrists and pulled your briefcase from your hand.

“Hey! Wait a minute!” you barked trying to pull free from the officers and looking frantically over at Steve and Bucky.

“Yeah, hold up,” Bucky said suddenly and walked over to you. You relaxed figuring Bucky was going to get you out of this mess. He looked at you closely, steely blue eyes boring into yours before he reached out and plucked something off the shoulder of your shirt. “Just needed my tracking device back, you’re good to take her.”

“Bucky!” you yelp and the officers start to steer you out of the room.

“Sorry, Y/N, if you were an Avenger I might have more sway in the matter,” Bucky called back with a nonchalant shrug.

You were so mad you were seeing red. “So what? I join the Avengers or go to jail?” you fumed.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other before nodding, Bucky giving you a shit eating grin. “Yeah, pretty much at this point. You dug your own grave, kid.”

“Fine. I’m in,” you huffed and Steve stopped the officers. The handcuffs were taken off but you were informed you could not have your money. Gnashing your teeth you glared at Bucky and Steve, who made the executive decision to go see if the officers needed anything more.

“You tracked me?” you growled.

Bucky laughed, a cocky grin on his face making him look so very pleased with himself. “Not bad for a vague idea, huh? Come on, I’ll help you pack your things. It’s move in day!”

[swanky-batman]

A Fatal Mistake

Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: swearing, drinking, adult situations, some violence

This is my entry for @thatfanficstuff‘s writing challenge with the prompt, “You do realize I sleep with a gun under my pillow, right?” I hope this works I had a ton of fun writing it!! :D

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What happens when the great Sherlock Holmes won’t stop barging into your apartment? When he starts following you to dates? Y/N gets a taste of a slightly bored detective.

Masterlist  || Ko-Fi

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“For the last time, Sherlock- you have to ring the buzzer.” You rolled your eyes, slamming the door closed behind the already seated detective.

“Why would I do that?” His eyebrow twitched.

“So that I have time to come to the door to make sure it’s you.”

“That takes too long and I’m far too impatient to wait in the street like a common idiot.” He scowled, looking towards your stack of books on the table.

You sighed, plopping down next to them and taking a sip of your coffee, “I’m too tired to argue. Well? What is it you need?”

He paused, studying you for a moment, “I take it your date didn’t go well last night.” He stated, looking away for a moment as if he were disinterested.

You waited, taking another sip of coffee with a slight frown. “What do you need help with?”

“Who says I need help?” He scoffed, meeting your eyes again which made you smirk.

“Then I am too impatient to wait for your response. Let me know when you come around to it.” You set your cup down and pulled the open book over to you again.

He stood immediately and crossed the room, looking over your shoulder. “Is this one new?”

You slammed it shut and stood, face to face with him. “What is with you today?”

You had known Sherlock Holmes and John Watson for a little over a year- you helped them with a case that happen to use your field of expertise on Astronomical research. Since then, Sherlock and John on multiple occasions have come to you with questions or even as a backboard for a fresh perspective. John would always come about for a few hours and help with whatever he could, while Sherlock would come and leave almost immediately after the problems were presented. Except for this particular day, apparently.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He replied, his eyes flickering a little. You gave him a long look to which he responded, “I’m bored.”

“Good for you. Take a break, get some air.”

“Even more boring- at least dust has history. Air is… new.” He shuddered, sighing and falling into the chair next to you. “Come on- don’t you want to humor me?”

You sighed, taking a long slow sip of your coffee again before asking in a fake voice, “How did you know I had been on a date?” You blinked a few times, flourishing your eyelashes.

He tried to stop himself from smiling and failed, continuing anyways, “You looked tired but not from partying or socializing- it looks as though you had been drinking last night and you don’t drink unless you’re at home or around friends. Since there’s a mustard stain on your night shirt and it’s not only old but no respectable person eats anything that needs mustard in the morning it’s from last night. That means you had at least a late night snack here and not out, and your shoes are carelessly thrown off to the side of the door meaning your night had not gone as you had planned. There’s also a ticket that was crumpled near the top of the small trash can- recent and not enough to care or keep for a few days.”

You nodded, standing mid story to pour another cup of coffee and return. Once he stopped you gave a slow, sarcastic clap, “It is amazing how your mind works.” You grinned, leaning closer to him, “However, last night was a charity event for an exhibition at my internship- not a date.” You winked to him.

He frowned, “No.”

“Yes.” You laughed, “Although I will give you partial credit- I have a date tonight.”

He paused, his frown deepening. “Tonight? So you haven’t met…”

You shook your head, “No I haven’t. And no, I won’t give you his name.”

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “Come on!” He stood suddenly, “It will be only a matter of minutes for me to find out-”

“Sherlock I have work to do. If there isn’t anything I can help you with then will you please stop goofing off and get out of here?”

“You infuriate me to no end.” He huffed as you pushed his long limbs towards the door.

“I know, I know- I’m a real villain.” You laughed and he dropped his weight on you. “Damnit, Sherlock.” You struggled a bit, “Get out.”

“No.” He protested, growing even heavier. After a few minutes of struggling, you finally pushed him out of the door.

Breathing a bit of relief, you rubbed your face before returning towards the table.

There was a knock on your door another minute later.

“I’m never going to get anything done.” You sighed, stomping towards the door and swinging it open. “Sherlock-”

He held up a phone and you realized after a few seconds it was yours. He grinned, pulling his hand back when you went for it. “You really should be more careful about where you keep your phone.”

You leaned into him, your face a few centimeters away from his, “You really should be more careful about taking my things.”

He taunted you with his eyes without moving and you quickly grabbed his ear and pulled. He dropped the phone out of instinct and you quickly caught it, slamming the door as fast as you could. You could hear a chuckle on the other side before you threw yourself on your bed.

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Hours later, you had gotten ready and left for dinner. You were going to a new restaurant and apparently the person you were meeting had reservations.

You felt a chill as you walked in as if someone was watching you but you continued towards the door- stopping for a brief second to take in the front of the building.

“Good evening,” A voice greeted after a moment, “Do you have reservations?”

“Good evening,” You greeted in return, fumbling for a moment with your phone, “I’m supposed to meet a Roger Clementine-”

The person checked the list, and nodded, asking  you to follow them- and you did, all the way to the back of the place in a more private setting.

You stopped at a table and looked over the person sitting, “Roger?”

He stood immediately, offering a hand out to shake, “Y/N?”

You smiled and shook his hand- a little unsteady and slightly sweaty. Overall good looking, although you could swear you saw signs of makeup, overdoing the first date with a reservation so he could dress in a suit- over trying and trying to look more youthful, signs of a possible divorce. Given the slight tan lines on his finger, recent.

Damn. Sherlock and John were rubbing off.

You sat down and ordered water. A few minutes of awkward but polite conversation later you ordered some food. He seemed nice enough but there was something he was hiding- besides the fact he hadn’t mentioned the divorce or anything about his career. Was he self conscious or was he trying to hide it?

“Excuse me for a moment-” He smiled, standing up to presumably use the restroom.

You sighed a little, checking your watch.

“Just leave.” You heard from behind you and you jumped, your attention snapping towards it.

“Sherlock-” Your brows furrowed and then anger passed over your face, “Did you follow me or did you wait here?”

His features were amused, far too amused. “Followed you. Sort of.” He shrugged, and then looked over his shoulder, “The guy is boring you, you are far more interesting and much more intelligent than he- why are you still here?”

“Just because you’re bored-” You met his eyes, “Doesn’t mean you get to pick apart my life.”

“Not just because I’m bored but because it’s so much fun to.” He grinned as Roger walked in behind him.

“Uh, excuse me…”

Sherlock turned around with a wide fake grin, “So sorry, I think I’ve popped off to the wrong room-” He said apologetically, heading out.

Roger sat down in front of you but your mind stayed on Sherlock. He was strange today and very aggravating. What gave him the nerve to pop in one day suddenly and stalk you? And to give you an opinion about your date while you were still on it?

“Are you alright?”

Your attention snapped back towards Roger, “I’m so sorry, what were you saying?” You smiled towards him, remaining attentive for the rest of the night.

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At the end, you said your goodbye outside, “This was- really nice.” Roger smiled timidly, meeting your eyes, “I’m sure I seemed off tonight, there’s just been a lot going on and… well, I haven’t been on a date for a while.”

“It was nice.” You smiled to him, trying to calm him down a bit.

He breathed, nodding. “Well, maybe we could do this again sometime.”

You breathed, “I’m not opposed to it.”

“I feel like there’s a but.” He bit his lip, looking over your features.

“I wouldn’t say we’re exclusive yet.” You teased a bit with a wink and he chuckled.

“I gotcha.” He holds his hands up a bit, “Maybe I can take another chance at that.” He teased back, making you laugh.

“Sure.” You grinned, “Good night, Roger. It was nice meeting you.”

“Good night- are you sure you’re okay heading home by yourself?” He asked, a little nervous.

“Oh, I feel like I have a guardian watching over me.” You grinned back, waving and walking away.

A block later, a pair of steps fell in line with yours.

“Did you enjoy the show?” You smirked, turning your head to meet his dark curls.

A smirk formed on his face, “I especially liked the part of me being the guardian.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, “Of course that’s the part you mention.”

“After being appointed such a wonderful title, one could never forget.” A mischievous grin formed.

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“Again?” You asked around the toothbrush in your mouth with disdain.

Sherlock chuckled, pushing his way back in. “You should know by now-”

“Why though?” You formed before walking towards the bathroom to spit. He had been making a daily trip to you for the last month and a half, no matter if he had a case or not.

He shrugged, “Getting into a habit, I guess. How’s Rick?”

You finished and moved back towards the living room, “Get out of the habit, I have a schedule change coming at work.”

“Then I’ll have to rotate it, surely.” He frowned a little, “And I’m guessing not well, since you’re avoiding the subject.”

“I’m avoiding having to correct you on his name again, now get out I have to get dressed.”

“So you’re meeting him.” He furrowed his brows, “Now? Why would you…” His face cleared and a smirk grinned, “Oh.”

“Oh nothing, move.” You kicked his leg before moving to your bedroom.

“You’re breaking it off with poor old Robert.”

“You have to be doing it on purpose now-” You rolled your eyes and turned, jumping a little, “Personal space, Holmes.”

He leaned in, his face hovering in front of yours, “You like it.”

“There’s no reason for you to be this close.” You sighed, turning to look at the closet- and getting pulled back towards him.

“Why can’t you humor me more often?” He asked, his breath hot on your face.

“Why do you care?” You asked back, standing up to him.

Frustration crossed his face mixed with something else…he grabbed your shoulders and shook you slightly, “Because-”

You waited and held your breath, your eyes scanning his. When he didn’t continue on, you broke the silence. “Because?” You asked, barely a whisper.

His hands moved around your waist and neck and his lips smashed down on yours. The surprise came over you in a wave and then your hands were moving through his hair. He groaned, pushing you back a little so you fell on the bed.

“You need someone like me.” He whispered in between kisses, “Someone to keep you on your toes…”

You giggled, “Isn’t that who you’re looking for?”

He stopped for a moment, grinning, “You don’t keep me on my toes, you’re predictable.”

“Am I?” Your eyes flashed, moving over on top of him, prompting him to laugh. You kissed his smug lips another time before moving off of him. You stood, removing your clothes and giving him a show before turning around and grabbing a dress from behind you and slipping it on.

“What-”

“Am I doing?” You giggled, winking towards him, “I’m sure you’ve guessed.” You walked out and slipped on your shoes before leaving the apartment.

You walked downstairs and caught a cab, stealing a glance upstairs to see Sherlock’s confused face in your window.

You gave the cab driver a place to go and walked quickly inside.

“There you are, I was beginning to worry about you.” Roger stood from the table to greet you.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, not giving an excuse you would have to remember- you were still hot from what had happened.

“No worries,” He smiled, “So…” He fidgeted in his seat. You took him in for a moment and got nervous- he was sweating, more than usual, his smile seemed forced.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, taking a small sip of your water.

“I just… I was wondering.” He breathed in, “If you might want to do more with this. With us.”

Your smile tightened and you felt your face flush. You didn’t know there was an us- you had met with him once a week for the last month and a half and didn’t see the need to increase the visits. You internally frowned- why? There was nothing wrong with him, he was nice, clear enough and sensible, albeit a little predictable. Ugh, Sherlock- he drove you up a wall sometimes and nagged you to no ends… no- this was about Roger.

“I-” Your eyes flashed behind him and caught a head of dark curls a table away, making your heart skip a beat, “I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t.”

His face fell and he looked like he was trying to process what happened, “Is it something I did?” He asked and you shook your head. “Did I say something wrong?” His tone got a little darker and a small chill came over you.

“No.” You answered, trying to stay calm, “I just… don’t feel-” He nodded, turning away and slamming his fist on the table.

The rest was an awkward mess that you wish you could say felt like a blur- but it wasn’t. Hours later you slumped into your bedroom and fell face first onto the bed.

Your eyes shut and after a few minutes you must have fallen asleep because you jolted open at a noise in your apartment. Your bedroom door creaked open and your hand snapped under your pillow.

At the same time you spun and shot around the light flicked on.

“Sherlock!” You screamed, breathing heavily, “What the hell?” You lowered your hands.

“Sorry- I suppose I should have rung first.” He gave a smirk.

“You do realize I sleep with a gun under my pillow, right?” You uncocked your weapon and placed it back on the bed.

He chuckled, “Now I do.” He held his hands up defensively, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“And you wanted to see me.” You stated, sitting down and patting the bed next to you.

He came over to sit down and brushed against you. There was a silence between you for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“You do surprise me. Being around you surprises and calms me. And-” He breathed and turned to meet your eyes, “As terrifying as this is- I feel like I need you.”

“So this is the day.” You smirked, “That the great Sherlock Holmes admits something.”

His face held a serious tone, “What do you think of me? Do you find me as annoying as you say?” He stood, his voice calm but his face a little scared.

“Sherlock-” Your heart skipped a beat as you stood to meet his lips again. As you did, you took his hand and placed it over your heart. “Does that answer anything?”

“It answers everything I need for the moment.” He grinned, pulling you in for yet another kiss.

You pushed him away, “You need to start buzzing in- and we need to get you a bell.”

Sherlock grinned as he walked back towards you. “Lucky for me you’re a horrible shot.” You smacked him before you let his lips get to yours again.

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Favorite Things 500 Follower Celebration

First off, hello to each and everyone of my followers. Thank you so much. 

Secondly, I wanted my first challenge to be something everyone could participate in. So, even if you aren’t a writer, keep reading. 

Third, if y’all would be so kind as to reblog this, that would be awesome.

There will be two ways to participate. First, the rules then the fun stuff.

Rules:

1. You do not have to be following me to participate but it would be nice.

2. Reblog this post to spread the word.

3. Option 2 entries can be any fandom. I will accept x reader, oc’s and pairings. 

4. Nothing inappropriate. Smut is fine. Non-con, underage smut, incest, etc is not. If you aren’t sure, ask.

5. You may enter by submitting directly to my blog or by posting on your own and tagging. You may specify that you wish to remain anonymous in your submission.

6. Please tag smut and trigger warnings appropriately. 

7. Please tag me on all entries and use the tag #thatfanficstuff’s favorite things

8. If I haven’t responded to your entry in 24 hours, send me a message to make sure I saw it. 

9. Everything is due by Oct 1 If you need more time let me know. 

Now the fun stuff. You may participate in Both Options!

Option 1:

This option is open for everyone. If you do any kind of creative work, fandom related or not. You can send me a message and let me know to expect something from you, or you can just send your entry.

I want to see your favorite thing that you’ve ever made. Stories, pictures, paintings, knitting, quilting, etc, etc. Anything you’ve made that you think is awesome, I want to see it and I want to share it. If you want to share something and aren’t sure I’ll take it as a submission, just ask. Odds are the answer’s yes. 

Option 2:

This is for the writers and artists. If you’re like me and use challenges as a way to generate new work, you’ll find prompts of my favorite au’s, tropes, songs, etc under the cut. Pick one and send me a character or pairing to claim it. 

Have fun y’all!! 

I’m only starting with a few in each section but can add more if needed.

Favorite AU’s

1. Soulmate AU   @marvelously-written

2. Coffee Shop AU

3. Corporate AU

4. Crime/Mafia AU

5. Also Soulmate AU cuz it’s my fave  @xxdragonagequeenxx w/ Dwalin 

Favorite Tropes

1. Enemies to lovers

2. Stuck in an elevator

3. Bed sharing

4. Pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend

5. Undercover couple

Favorite Songs (inspiration, lyrics need not be used or can be. up to you)

1. Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

2. Lips on You by Maroon 5

3. Singles you Up by Jordan Davis

4. Solitude by Jack Savoretti

5. Love is Madness by 30 Seconds to Mars

Favorite lines, quotes whatever (inspiration. do not have to be used)

1. “I don’t want to exist in a world without you in it”

2. “Stealth is key” (loud explosion in background)

3. “That’s not really a plan. It’s more of a vague idea.” - @diinofayce

4. “He’s an asshole. He hurt my dog.” “He also killed people.” “Yeah, that too”

5. “You do realize I sleep with a gun under my pillow, right?”

@swanky-batman

[thatweirdoleigh]

Socks (but i finish the fic)

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Warnings; Eli’s a good husband, and the reader cries oh yeah and reader’s pregnant

a/n ; Here is the full thing!! Cause its cute and for once i actually like the thing that i made. 

Imma tag the people i think will enjoy this.

My moms  @elijahs-wife​ @hellotvshowtrash

The Murder aunts; @mikaelson-emma​ @dumble-daddy​

Other Family Members that i don’t really talk to but love and appreciate anyway!;  @xxwritemeastoryxx​  @ronniemikaelson​ @lady-salvatore @thatfanficstuff @zodiyack @auroracalisto​ @dizzydancingdreamer​ @imaginearyparties​ @alwaysfangirlingish​ 

The giggles of his sisters echoed through the halls and into the entry way as Elijah opened the front door and stepped into his family home. Hope’s laughter and the laughter of his brothers and their wives joining shortly after. Rebekah was telling stories again, of all the mishaps, mistakes and schemes from over the centuries. It made him smile. Today was a good day.

After everything that had happened over the centuries, particularly the past several decades, it seemed like a dream come true to finally feel like a family again. To feel the same humble happiness that they felt when they were all still human. Like touching the stars with their bare hands. So he savored the memories and the joy and the rest that it brought to himself and those he cared so dearly for.

Walking into the parlor he was greeted by the warm welcomes of his family.

“Brother!” Klaus, all but beamed, “Welcome home!” A chorus of welcome home and welcome back echoed behind him.

Elijah grinned, wholeheartedly approving of the laid back posture of his younger brother, his arm slung over the back of the couch behind the witch that Klaus had fallen in love with. It was a stark contrast to the rage and paranoia that plagued him for so many years. “Its good to be home!”

“How was your meeting with the contractor brother?” Finn queried, far more subdued than the others. Even though they had all forgiven him, and profusely apologized for 1000 years of pain, Finn still didn’t feel like he quite belonged with the rest of his family. A fact Elijah had been eager to fix once the realization had set in of exactly how shitty their treatment of him was. Courtesy of Camille, of course. However 900 years in a coffin is not forgotten overnight, so it was still a work in progress. So it further proved to warm Elijah’s heart when his eyes laid upon Finn and found him squished between Freya and Kol’s firecracker of a fiancé, instead of locked in his room.

Elijah smiled at Finn and placed his suit jacket over the back of an unoccupied chair, “It was good. We got all of the final details and planning done and now its we are just waiting for the town to give us a building permit”

“that’s good” Finn replied with a nod.

For context, Y/n was pregnant with Elijah’s child, a miracle given in the form of a spell cast as a wedding gift and created by Kol and Klaus’ wife. Y/n had all but declared that she wanted their children to have as normal lives as physically possible and while the Mikaelsons were hesitant to go along with this plan, it was agreed that perhaps living in a mansion with 4 witches, 6 vampires, and 3 hybrids was not a normal childhood. So it was agreed that they would own a separate family home to raise their children in while still visiting as often as physically possible.

As Elijah looked around and took in the the scene around him he noticed that y/n was not among his siblings and so begged the question as to where was his darling wife?

“If I may ask, where is y/n?”

It was Kol’s fiancé that pipped up. “She came rushing in with a bag, declared that she was going to enjoy her new socks and then she was taking a nap, You know how my twin is Elijah, she gets excited over the simplest things, and then she ran upstairs without another word. Imagine she is asleep by now. Probably has been for a while. ”

Elijah smiled and Keelin looked at her curiously, ”Socks?”

Elijah cleared her confusion “Yes Keelin. Socks. Its seems that my darling wife has developed an affinity for collecting and wearing the most colorful knee-high socks she can find”

“It is rather amusing to watch auntie y/ns excitement.” Hope testified from where she had tucked herself under her father’s other arm. “She rambled on about a pair she had found with neon green strips, all while eating a plate of bacon in the kitchen the other day”

Everyone laughed at the image, and Elijah just shook his head with mirth in his eyes, ”yes well, if you don’t mind I am going to join my wife and unborn child in bed. Goodnight to you all” and a chorus of goodnights followed him down the hall.

As Elijah climbed the stairs he couldn’t help but be reminded of how grateful of all of the things that life has granted him over the years. He had a beautiful wife that loved him and siblings that adored him and soon he would have children of his own.

As Elijah approached the door to his bedroom he couldn’t help but notice something was wrong. Stopping to listen he could hear sniffling and shaky breathes just beyond the door way.

“y/n?” he took the handle and pushed the door open.

There sitting in an armchair in the corner of their room was y/n. She was wearing one of Elijah’s Cambridge sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers. The sweatshirt was cream in color and it matched cream colored socks she held in her hand. While Elijah would normally fawn over how adorable she looked round with his child and dressed in his clothes he was more focused on the tears stains that and puffy red eyes that decorated the face of the love of his life.

Elijah was quick to kneel in front of her and cup her face in his hand “Y/n? Baby what’s wrong? Are you alright?” He placed his other hand on her belly and searched for some kind of injury to suggest that she was hurt.  

She looked at him with a watery smile, kissed his hand and said “I found a pair of socks that would match my favorite one of your sweatshirts and I got so excited to wear them.”

She held up the socks and gestured to her feet. “But I cant reach, so I cant put them on. And it made me so sad that I cried.”

Elijah’s face relaxed and he gave a sigh of relief, realizing it was something simple that he could easily fix. So he gently took the socks from her hands and unfolded them so he could put them on her. He rolled them up and then pulled them all the way up her legs to just below her knees and then gave a kiss to her nose. “there “ he whispered. “all better.”

“thank you ‘lijah.” She mumbled and then yawned.

“Oh. I think its bedtime.” He stated playfully.

“Im pregnant not two.” She grumbled with another yawn.

Elijah looked at her with nothing but adoration and said “baby you just cried over a pair of socks.” In response she pouted and Elijah couldn’t help but smile. 

“Alrighty. Bedtime!” He said scooping her up bridal-style. 

“you can’t be serious!” y/n scoffed. 

“Dead serious!” 

“Eli!” she whined, “don’t make puns when im annoyed at you! Then I can’t enjoy them!” 

Elijah only laughed, and then slowly spun her around in a circle. “wheeeeeee!” he said before gently tossing her on the bed. 

y/n looked up at her husband in exasperation as she watched him use vampire speed to strip to his underwear and climb onto the bed like a leopard on the prowl.  

“I love you.” he purred pressing a kiss to her swollen belly, eyes playfully looking up at her. 

She raised an eyebrow, “Me? Or your children?”. 

“Both” he replied, gently coercing her backwards onto the bed as he crawled farther up her body his hands rubbing circles into the sides of her stomach. y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled her amusement as he enveloped her in another kiss. 

Sighing happily y/n ran her hands through Elijah’s hair, as he eagerly deepened the kiss. However Elijah had to stop this blissful moment rather short. 

He furrowed his brow and pulled back slightly so he could see his wife’s eyes, “Children?” he questioned. “plural?” 

Now it was y/n’s turn to grin playfully. 

“I went to the doctors today.” She said eyes twinkling with mischief. “And i learned something rather interesting.”  

Elijah narrowed his eyes, recognizing that she was toying with him. “did you now?” 

“I did” she purred rubbing her hands down his neck and shoulders. “Apparently twins are not always magical miracle coincidences. More often than not they are genetic.” and as her smile grew bigger so did Elijah’s. “And considering that I am half of a set, I’d say the trait has passed on.” 

Elijah’s grinn was getting bigger by the second. “you mean to tell me. That not only am I getting one daughter.” he leaned in closer until their noses were touching. “I’m getting two?” 

“yes” she whispered seductively and elijah expressed his joy by kissing her again. 

“And do you wanna know what else I learned?” y/n said slyly as he trailed his kisses down her throat. He grunted quietly for her to continue and y/n leaned up and murmured in his ear, “Both of your ‘daughters’ are sons” 

Elijah groaned and pulled back up to her face, “damn. I was really hoping was really hoping for a mini you.” he admitted swallowing y/ns laughter in another kiss. 

Y/n pulled him to lay beside her as they both got under the duvet and settled comfortably for bed. y/n lay on her side facing Elijah and he buried his face in her hair his hands finding their way to her rounded abdomen, joyful and excited to meet his children in the nearby future. 

“Eli?” she said softly. “will you sing to me?” she asked looking up at him. 

“Of course, My love” and so Elijah sang the same nordic lullaby his mother taught him all those years ago and they both drifted off to sleep. 

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Hello lovely 😊 Any fic recs for the og 6 Avengers? 💙

Since I think I am done being distracted by fics while making this list, I should post said list now, right?

Sad to say, I havent found many Bruce, Thor or Nat fics I have fallen head over heels for. And the ones that I have, I cant seem to find them now 😅😭

So if any yall have favorites and want to share, please send them my way 💚

Tony Stark/Ironman

Battle Scars by @thatfanficstuff ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITES AND I WILL CONTINOUSLY SHARE IT AND GLADLY PRAISE THIS WORK OF ART TO ANYONE THAT WILL LISTEN!

Out of time by @just-dreaming-marvel I absolutely love that there are two possible endings for it (And I seriously need to catch up cause I'm behind on this masterpiece.) And I absolutely love that the movies and shows are being worked into this story and I cant wait to catch up on it.

I Need You by @evien-stark I love, love this one. I finally really started using AO3 and I found this beauty. I still have quite a bit to finish reading to catch up but I am enjoying every minute of it. I promise once I finish binging I'll be posting all my thoughts on this one.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

The Light in My Darkness by @thatfanficstuff Again one of my favs! Kat never misses with her series and I really enjoyed this one 💚

Unfortunately all the others that I love I cant seem to find again 😭 and it makes me so sad that I can't find them now that I'm looking for them.

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Carry You by @idkxwriting LET ME START OFF BY SAYING THAT ANYTHING HEATHER WRITES IS AMAZING. Like I know this isnt like a full on Steve centric fic but damn it it's good and angsty just the way I love things. And I seriously need to catch up again(a reoccurring theme with these fic recs). 😅

I really tried to keep character specific and stick to the OG 6. But apparently my love is focused on one of them and a majority of other characters in the MCU. I really need to read more fics. 🤣

If anyone wants to add their favorites, please dont hesitate to reblog with them. 💚

[buckysforeverprincess]

Winter Wonderland-Bake

Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 525

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

A/N: Welcome to day 3! Thanks for sticking with me so far. I hope you’re enjoying the holiday adventures of Steve x Reader. There’s more fluff to come throughout the month and I’m trying to stay ahead of this. Enjoy!!

“Tell me why we need another batch?” Steve questions, pulling the fresh batch of sugar cookies out of the oven and placing it on the counter.

 “Because I promised Sam, we’d drop a bunch off at the V.A for the vets. And he absolutely loves fresh baked sugar cookies. Here…,” you hand your husband a tray of gingerbread men, “...put these in next.”

 Steve huffs and shakes his head but does as requested with a smile. “How long?”

 “Ten minutes,” you call over your shoulder and move over to the sugar cookies, removing them from the tray and placing them on the cooling rack. You hear him setting the timer on the stove and you go back to mixing up the second batch of plain cookies for Sam.

 Your husband comes over to where you’re standing and peaks over your shoulder, watching what you’re doing. “That’s gonna make a lot of cookies,” Steve says, his eyes staring down at the double batch of sugar cookie batter you’re mixing up.

 You chuckle and nod. “That’s the plan.”

 Steve kisses you on the cheek and moves away, sliding himself to your side and looking over all the goods the two of you have already baked. When you bought the home, the both of you envisioned spending the holidays in the kitchen, baking your favorite recipes for your friends and family and so far, you’ve not disappointed. The counter was filled with a mix of sugar cookies, gingerbread men, chocolate chip cookies, and chocolate peppermint cookies. Earlier, you made peanut butter and chocolate fudge, with and without pecans that will be cut up and bagged individually right along with the white chocolate and chocolate cover pretzels with sprinkles. The kitchen was a mess, but it was a happy chaotic mess and you were spending it with the man you loved.

 “So, what’s next after the cookies?”

 “Well…,” you begin to roll out the dough so the two of you can use the cute Christmas cookie cutters you’d just bought yesterday, “...once we get things more organized, I’m ready to start in the Chex mix.”

 “Mmmm…,” Steve moans. “Cookies and fudge are awesome but I’m a sucker for your Chex mix.”

 “Does that mean I have to make extra?”

 “No. I’m sure what you’re making is enough.” Steve grins and picks up a fresh sugar cookie, stuffing it in his mouth.

 “Hey, now!”

 “What?!” He mutters around a mouthful of cookie.

 “Hands off the good!” You say with very little heat.

 “Would you rather me touch these goods or your goods?!” He points to your butt.

 Rolling your eyes, you huff a breath. “Talk less… smile more. Don’t confuse baking with foreplay.” You say, just as the timer for the oven goes off.

 Steve chuckles and puts on an oven mitt, removing the cookies and placing them on the counter. “They look delicious. Well done, babe!”

 “We really are an effective team.” You kiss him on the lips.

 “Agreed. What’s next?”

 The two of you spend the next few hours baking up a storm of sweet treats to share with family and friends, revealing in the holiday spirit. 🍪

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Little Darlin's Birthday Celebration Writing Challenge

 Rules and things!

You don’t have to be following me, but it would sure be lovely if ya did!

Please signal boost this so it doesn’t flop!

Open for all Marvel and Sebastian Stan characters! (But my favorite is Bucky)

Send me your pairing and prompt in an ask! That way I can keep track of things easier in case tumblr implodes, a url changes, whatever!

One prompt per fic, you can sign up for multiple prompts if you plan to write an individual fic for each.

Use the “keep reading” insert on anything over 500 words

No word minimum or maximum

Use proper warnings please!

No pedo/incest

Fic due date: March 10th, 2020 (my birthday is Feb 25th! but since Bucky’s is so close we’ll end it there)

@ me in the fic when you post and  # it #ldbcwc

If I run out of prompts I will try to find or cook up some more! (no more than 3 people per prompt and I will strikeout prompts when they reach the 3 person limit and are no longer available)

It does not have to be birthday theme’d, I just wanna celebrate my birthday with y'all!

That’s it! Any questions feel free to send them via DM or my askbox

Elizabethtown Quotes

"I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember."

"I don't know a lot about everything, but I do know a lot about the part of everything that I know, which is people."

"I will miss your lips... And everything attached to them."

"We are intrepid. We carry on."

"You're always tryin' to break up with me and we're not even together!"

"We are the substitute people, remember?"

"No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy." @lailannajacobs w/ bucky

"In that moment I knew that success, not greatness was the only god the entire world served."

"Here I thought I was so mysterious." // "Trust me. Everybody is less mysterious than they think they are."

"Do you ever just think I'm fooling everyone?" // "You have no idea." @joannie95 w/ bucky

AU's

Vampire AU

Werewolf AU

A/B/O AU

Fallen Angel AU @jobean12-blog w/ winter soldier, @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan w/ bucky

Hades/Persephone AU

Aphrodite AU

College AU

40s AU

Soulmate AU @wintersoeldiers w/ bucky(?)

Roommate AU @buckybarnesbeans w/ bucky

Fake Dating AU @thatfanficstuff w/ sam wilson

Biker AU @kaunis-sielu

Other Prompts

“You still have all of me, however broken I am.” @locke-writes w/ bucky

“I’ve never thought I deserved this.” @captain-rogers-beard w/ bucky

“Please, just hold me for a while.” @happygowriting w/ stucky

“So, are we still sticking to the ‘I just didn’t sleep well’ story or...?”

“There are other places to stick a thermometer. Don’t think that I won’t.” @bookdragon13 w/ bucky

“You can take care of yourself? You’re on the floor. How’s that working out for you?” @bookdragon13 w/ bucky/clint

“You don’t need my help? So I should just let go of you right now? No? That’s what I thought.” @voila-tout w/ loki

“Sorry my complaints department is closed, please just take your damn meds.”

"You can't keep going on like this! You have to trust someone!" @buckythewhitewolfx w/ bucky

“Bite me,” @sammy-jo1977 w/ matt murdock

Songs (use them however you wish)

Mariners Apartment Complex - Lana Del Rey @s-trawberryv-eins w/ bucky

Finally//Beautiful Stranger - halsey

I Don't Want To Wait - Paula Cole

Drugs & Candy - All Time Low

Molly - Lil Dicky & Brandon Urie

Me and You - Skrizzly Adams

Like It’s Her Birthday - Good Charlotte

Birthday - All Time Low

Birthday Party - AJR

When I Was Young - Blink 182

Clementine - Halsey

Graveyard - Halsey @fandomoneshots-imagines w/ nat

3am - Halsey

Killing Boys - Halsey

929 - Halsey

I Hate Everybody - Halsey

Needy - Ariana Grande

So Far Away - Staind

Control - Halsey @nacho-bucky w/ bucky

Right Here - Staind

Savior - Rise Against

Name - The Goo Goo Dolls

Good Man - Devour The Day

[hotoffthepressfics]

Lay It All On Me

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Stucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 819

Summary: The reader isn’t in the best of spirits, Steve and Bucky take care of her.

Warnings: A little angst maybe?

A/N: Going through my old fics I realized today was the year anniversary for this little fic. I wrote it for someone very special to me when they were going through a hard time. It just seemed fitting to repost it on the day. Hope it still helps them and can help you guys too. 💕

A cacophonous clanging from the kitchen jostles you from sleep. You bolt upright, confused and disoriented while you wipe the sleep from your eyes. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but when you have no will to leave your bed well… there’s only so much you’ll be doing, and you weren’t in the mood for the other fun activity.

You throw your legs over the edge of the bed, pushing your feet into their slippers and shuffle out to the living room.

“Steve? What are you doing?” You ask when you find the tall blonde hunkered down on the ground, stacking a small pile of pots he’d knocked over.

Steve jumps back in surprise. You wince as he knocks into them again, resulting in another loud, metallic crash. He swears slightly, the tips of his ears reddening as he stands. He slides his fingers through his hair sheepishly.

“Sorry sweetheart, I was trying to be so quiet but…” Steve lets out a nervous laugh.

“I’m just a little too giant for your tiny kitchen!” He jokes, throwing his hands up innocently.

Your lips curve into a small smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. The man was always making a mess in the kitchen. He was as graceful as a dancer on the battlefield, but in the kitchen? He was hopeless.

“You didn’t answer the question, what are you doing?” You repeat, kneeling down to collect the stack again and place it back on the counter.

You glance about the counters, taking in the floury mess and milk spills. Your eyes travel back to Steve, whose shoulders sag in defeat.

“You were just so sad… I thought if I made you something to eat and got some food in you, you’d feel like getting out of bed…” He offers lamely.

Your heart melts a little at the sweet man. You step closer, closing the distance between you two. You reach up with your right hand, palming his cheek. His beautiful blue eyes watch you, his left hand curling around your fingers as you soothe your thumb over his cheekbone.

“How about some cereal instead?” You offer with a grin.

He returns the smile, nodding his head slightly. Steve gently nudges you towards the table as he pulls a box off the fridge. As you sit he pours you a bowl, topping it off with milk and a squirt of whipped cream of all things. He insists it makes it more special before he kisses the top of your head and resumes cleaning his mess. You watch him a moment before digging into your “special” breakfast, feeling a little more at ease.

The more you stay quiet inside your own head, however, the faster the clouds roll back in. You slump a little in your chair, pushing the last of your cereal around your bowl. Steve peers over at you, pausing in his cleanup. He wipes off his hands and walks back to the table, kneeling in front of you. Tears prick your eyes.

“I’m sorry…” you whisper, but Steve hushes you.

“What can I do for you, doll?” He asks.

You pause, sniffling as you contemplate the question.

“Hold me.”

Without hesitation he hoists you up into his arms, cradling you close as he carries you off to the bedroom.

“I suppose we won’t be leave the bed today after all.” He chuckles, smoothing out your hair as he settles you on the bed, protectively curling around you.

You nestle closer to him, taking in a deep breath of his scent to calm yourself. Steve hums your favorite song as you relax into him, his hand tracing soft patterns on your back as you drift away.

•••

It was quiet in the apartment when Bucky walked in. He figured you two might have gone out after all, but then he spots the cereal bowl on the table. Steve would never leave a dish unclean if he was heading out with you.

He picks up the offending item and washes it, setting it on the rack to dry. When he’s done he makes his way to the bedroom, leaning against the door frame. He watches his two loves all snuggled together a moment. Steve senses a change in the room, lifting his head up to peek over his shoulder. Bucky gives a half wave.

“How’s our girl doing?” He asks quietly.

Steve shakes his head somberly. Bucky sighs, tapping his fist lightly against the door jamb. He strips off his suit coat, tossing it unto the sofa chair in the corner. After toeing off his shoes he climbs onto the bed, molding his body to yours. He wraps his arm around you, over Steve’s, squeezing his bicep affectionately. You let out a muffled protest at the weight change. Bucky softly hushes you, pressing light kisses to your bare neck.

“It’s alright darling, we’ve got you. It’s all gonna be okay.”

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[thatfanficstuff]

500 Follower Challenge

This Masterlist is Complete

A Fatal Mistake by @swanky-batman

Eat or Be Eaten by @diinofayce

The Proposal by @evyiione

Tattooed Love by @xxdragonagequeenxx

Colorblind by @marvelously-written

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

TVD and TO please I’m new on tumblr and I really enjoy your stories I f you recommended any other blogs that would be nice:)

Well welcome to tumblr, Anon! You'll find quite a few different writers around here.

Forgive me for anyone that I might miss in this post. Cause all of you are amazing. 😘😘😘

@idkhaylijah was one of the first blogs I followed when I started here on tumblr. She has amazing work and she is one of the most nicest people on here. 💙💙💙💙

@thatfanficstuff she's got some fics in the TVD/TO verse on her Masterlist. I absolutely love her work even if it's not in that one. Cause right now she holds #1 for my favorite Tony Stark fic. 💜

@lokis-favorite-follower has some good ones. I still havent even finished reading things. 🙈

@elijahs-wife has a growing Masterlist that I've enjoyed.

@hellotvshowtrash has some good ones as well.

I'm rushing now and went completely blank on others because I need to get back to work!

Now if you'd like a Discord where fic authors are recommending their work, come check out our server here!

[buckysforeverprincess]

I know I promised an update to the Viking Way. I’m putting it on hold for a short time. I’m still writing it, so don’t worry. I’m just not happy with what I’ve gotten down so I’m trying to rewrite and fix things.

In the mean time... it’s October and with it, Halloween. It’s my favorite time of year. I love everything fall and especially love scary movies. So I decided to write one, kinda. I’m taking the movie, “Scream” and inserting many characters of the Marvel Universe, Reader playing the part of Sydney, Bucky would be Billy Loomis, Steve as Stu, and Sharon as Tatum. It would follow the movie very closely. I’m wondering if there’s any interest. Would anyone want to read it? Let me know. The first chapter is written and I’ll be working on the rest. I’ll post it here or on my AO3, just depends on the interest.

Tell me what you think!

@jamesbarnesappreciationclub @kruscht

@palaiasaurus64 @breezy1415 @sarahp879

@supernaturaldean67 @averyrogers83

@scarlettsoldier @lovely-geek @titty-teetee

@geeksareunique @peaceinourtime82

@leosandbuckysgirl @the-goddess-of-mischief

@mychemicalimagines

@awkwardfangirl2014 @collette04

@notyourtypicalrose @onebatch--twobatch

@miraclesoflove @kcd15 @xxloki81xx

@death-unbecomes-you @thatfanficstuff

@hotoffthepressfics @chuuulip

@unlikelygalaxygiver @babypink224221

@mybabe-buckybarnes @shield-agent78

@the-real-kellymonster @caplanreads

@inkedaztec

[until-theend-oftheline]

Chris Evans Writing Challenge

I’m still taking a break from the quickies so I decided that May should be Chris Evans month. This challenge center around Chris and a handful of his characters. I listed the one you can write below. All the prompts are something either Chris or one of his characters have said at some point.

Due Date: May 31st (don’t worry about the timezone. As long as it’s the 30th somewhere it counts.) - There are no extensions on monthly challenges!!!

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. If you create a series only part one has to be posted before the due date.

Fandom: Chris evans

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

When Do I Post?

Right now. Sign Ups start now and end when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around

Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs, and crack are all welcome. I prefer none AUs - so fics that take place in the cinematic universe the character you choose is from. I don’t wanna limit you here though so if AU is what floats your boat, make it AU.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No underage. No incest or selfcest. No half animal anything, please. No glorification on cheating(it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs!

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Chris Evans Challenge. And use the #Kari’s Chris Evans Challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on Tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FH1g90G-dEaXXQ90JvU7_wI0i6vrQwBmt7wqBZLAgLM/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a quote (all are something either Chris or one of his characters said) and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. For now 1 person can sign up 2 times (one prompt per story).

All pairings must be x reader (romantic or friendship) general fics - no selfcest! - 

I will accept Stucky or Stucky x Reader for this one too but focus must be on Steeb then:

Chris Evans (rpf)

Steve Rogers

Stucky

Stucky x Reader

Jensen (Losers)

Mace (Sunshine)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Nick Vaughan (Before We Go)

Colin Shea (What’s Your Number?)

Prompts:

1 Did you know that cats can make one thousand different sounds and dogs can only make ten? Cats, man. Not to be trusted. @dutchiewhotriestowrite (steve rogers)

2 That's right bitches; I got a crossbow! @acreativelydifferentlove (chris evans)

3 As the Ancient Tibetan Philosophy states: "Don't start none, won't be none!"

4 Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. @queeniewritesce (chris evans)

5 I promise you if you need us. If you need me, I’ll be there. @queen-of-the-avengers (Steve Rogers)

6 This isn’t freedom. It’s fear. 

7 It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom right? 

8 It's the time. Sixteen months, you can get used to anything... you just lose track. I won't lose track again.

9 We should never have gone off the mission. @capsheadquaters (chris evans)

10 I don't know. I have an opinion. But that's my opinion. I could be wrong. @lilulo-12 (steve rogers)

11 Use your head. But don't be afraid to believe in things either. @averyrogers (steve rogers)

12 When you're committed to somebody, you won't allow yourself to look for perfection to someone else @brokennccrown (Steve Rogers)

13 We love what we love. It sucks. @thatfanficstuff (Stucky)

14 Give her a kiss and wish her good luck.

15 18 years I've waited for this moment. @averyrogers83 (steve rogers)

16 That's what people in the best place say to the people in the worst place.

17  Okay. Uh…how do you feel about Denver. I found the mountain man, and that guy has got a caboose worth relocating for.

18  Oh, ___, I underestimated you. That’s amazing. That’s…that’s my new favorite thing about you. @iwillwalkherinthemorning (Nick)

19  Yeah, well, you sounded depressed on the phone, so. You hungry? @queen-of-the-avengers (Chris Evans)

20 Maybe the one thing you are the most scared off is the one thing you should do. @docharleythegeekqueen (Chris Evans)

21 You are so busy trying to be who everyone else wants you to be that you don’t know who you are @capsheadquaters (steve rogers)

22 I like wet hair and sweatpants. I like sneakers and ponytails @blacktithe7 (chris evans)

23 You know I still don't know how to dance. @reminiscingrogers (chris evans)

24  When I went under, the world was at war. I wake up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost.

25  That was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm 95, not dead. @jewels2876 (Steve Rogers)

26 This job, we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody. But if we can’t find a way to live with that, then next time maybe nobody gets saved. @becs-bunker (steve rogers)

27 We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions.

28 What you did all those years... It wasn't you. You didn't have a choice. @docharleythegeekqueen (steve rogers)

29 You blew 3 bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead.

30  I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm way past asking for permission. @fangirlextraordinaire (chris evans)

[your-modern-shakespeare]

Fanfiction Recommendation

01/06/2019: Hey guys! it’s been so long since I’ve posted one of these but I guess it’s kind of hard to post a recommendation when you don’t have the time to read anything. But anyway, I’m working on the next part of A Little Too Real (the last part before the epilogue) and I hope that I will get that out this week. Hope you guys enjoy!

Last Recommendation

My Masterlist 

Dean x Reader 

Cup of Coffee? by  @hunterswearingplaid - The reader finally meets the person who left her coffee at her desk everyday.

Something Like That by @roxyspearing - Prompt: “I am not a bitch. It just pisses you off that I can see through all your bullshit and lies.”

Sam x Reader 

Windows Rolled Down by @justcallmesailor - Needing a break from the constant problems that come with being a hunter, you and Sam take off for a road trip that’s going nowhere. With no plans and a tank full of gas, who knows where you’ll end up. 

Date by @specialagentlokitty - No summary, Going on a date with Sam 

Cas x Reader

The Touchy Feels by @waywardwinchester2016 - “So the reader is a hunter with the Winchester’s and Cas and Cas takes a special liking to her because she shows him affection that he doesn’t get from the boys?” 

Cas x Reader One Shot by @assbuttmorelikecasbutt - the reader is hurt and getting sick after a hunt. Cas is too weak at the time to heal her completely but he goes back to the bunker before the reader, Sam and Dean and gets all of her favorite things ready for her in hopes that she will feel better.

Crowley x Reader 

Surprise by @thatfanficstuff - No summary, sweet Crowley fic

Fire on the Mountain by @writingfromkitchenator - No summary, kind of angsty, fluffy ending 

Jensen x Reader 

You’re Enough by @casafrass - “Can I request jensen x reader where they have feelings for each other but don’t act on it. So they attend comic con, having fun at stage answering question, jensen noticed she is oddly quiet and a rude fans just ask questions about j2m and stated the reader’s roles not important and no one cares about her, and the fan kinda insulting her appearance, reader can’t take it and left immediately. Jensen snapped and j2m try to comfort her, but she won’t open the door. Thank you!!”

Imagine you and Jensen getting married in secret and your friend and costar, Robert Downey Jr, revealing it during a comic con by @angelkurenai

Jared x Reader 

Falter by @runningwithmoose - No summary, break up angst, Jared being a sweetie

She’s Not Ready by @buckyscrystalqueen - No summary, pregnant!reader and dad!jared

Misha x Reader 

Torcon 2018 by @fallenangelspnfanfic - No summary, you and Misha at a con

A Special Announcement by  @thehoneybeecastielfollows - No summary, you and Misha at a Con but with something to announce

Bucky x Reader 

Canadian Christmas by @marvelsdarling - Reader and Bucky decide to leave town and go to y/n’s family cabin for Christmas, just the two of them.

Just a Scratch by @omg-imagine - Who knew a little scratch could lead to this?

Sebastian Stan x Reader

One Shot by @sunlightdances - you don’t consider yourself an impulsive person, which is why you’re having a hard time believing you’re actually here, in Toronto, surprising Sebastian while he’s on his latest press tour.

Sticky Notes by @mcuimaginesandstuff - Sebastian, your neighbor from across the hall likes to leave you small messages on your door via sticky notes.

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Only In My Dreams Part 1

Summary: After an extremely long day Courtney wants nothing more than to relax and then go to bed. Things seem to be going in her favor except for one small or maybe not so small twist

Pairing: Sam x OC

Warnings: none this chapter

Word Count: 1361

Courtney’s life was so boring, so mundane, so bare of fun and adventure that one could say she was merely existing and not living. It wasn't what she wanted out of life. This was never where she dreamed she would end up when she became a paralegal at a prestigious law firm, but it was were she ended up. She did nothing, but run errands, do paperwork, and keep her house clean. She barely found time to make it to the gym and grocery store anymore. Where she once made delicious home cooked meals it was now microwaved foods or take out because she just didn't have the time to cook and then clean up afterwards. Her workouts weren't the long, muscle straining, wonderful workouts that she once loved. If she found time to work out it was maybe for a fifteen minute run.

Yes the pay was good, she had benefits, and her family respected her for having a good job, but she was lonely. She didn't have a social life. Hell, she could barely remember the last time she had a date. Would it even count as a date? She remembered changing out of her pencil skirt, her button up blouse, and her heels into the jeans and t-shirt she prefered, she could remember the guy coming to pick her up. Dan… Dennis...Donald...she couldn't remember his name. That's how long it had been. She couldn't remember where he had taken her, but she did remember that half way through the appetizer she started to fall asleep because she had gotten up at 4 o'clock that morning after not going to bed until 1:30 that same morning. She had then eaten breakfast and made it to work by 6 as always and her date hadn't picked her up until 8:30 and she had been drained after getting to the restaurant.

No this wasn't the life that Courtney wanted to live. She would give anything to have some friends to be able to go out on a date, go to the gym, actually cook herself something to eat. Her job just never gave her time and she was starting to regret ever entering the field in the first place.  She would do anything to take back choosing this profession, take back all the hours spent in college, the money spent to go to college. Mostly she wanted to go back in time and make a different choice so that while she might not make as much money she would actually look forward to getting up in the morning. Everyday when she got up she told herself she was going to quit. That she was going to find another job and she was finally going to start living the life she wanted to live. Unfortunately that hadn't happened yet and she berated herself every night for her cowardice.

The only light in her miserable boring life was her favorite TV show. Supernatural had been a saving grace when she discovered it. From the moment she heard Dean Winchester say, ‘Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days’ she had been hooked. Every week she tuned in to watch the show. It didn't matter what was going on she made time for the Winchesters. And when the show wasn't on air because the next season was being filmed she watched the box sets. Courtney loved watching the boys take down monster after monster. She loved all the research and more. She connected with Sam on his love of healthy foods and exercise,  along with reading. That was another pastime that had gotten pushed to the wayside because of her job; she loved a good book.

As she watched the show and watched as Sam and Dean took out the yellow eyed demon, watched Dean sell his soul to save Sam her heart both rejoiced and broke. The monster that had killed their mom and set them on this path was gone, but so was Dean. At least until the first episode of the next season. When he was brought back she had jumped for joy. Of course she was worried about what the time away had done to Sam whom she considered her baby. There was no denying she was a Sam girl. She just wanted to take him into her arms and tell him everything would be alright. A big part of her wished she could be part of their world, part of their lives. She swore to herself if she was she would take such good care of them, help them with research and taking out the monster of the week, and she would give Sam the love he deserved.

Today was the day she got to come home and enjoy her favorite show after a long day at work. With a heavy sigh she walked through her front door, kicked her heels off, threw the pizza box on the table and headed toward the bedroom. Her mind was on one thing and one thing only; change into comfortable clothes. Her bra was flung across the room without a care in the world and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then went the blouse and the awful skirt. Grabbing her favorite pajama pants she slipped into them and a ZZ Top shirt before planting herself on her couch. She didn't plan to go anywhere until she had stuffed her face full of pizza and watched this week's episode.

Courtney found she enjoyed the new episode greatly. The Winchesters were at Oktoberfest and had to take down a shifter who was pretending to be different movie monsters and had fixated on some girl who he wanted to be his Mina. It was a good episode. One she would probably consider a favorite. When it finally ended Courtney threw her empty pizza box away and her empty beer bottle in the trash and went to lay down. She had already been up way longer than someone should have to be for a job and she just wanted to crash. As she curled up in her bed she wondered if this was how the guys felt. They didn't receive any recognition for a job well done, they hardly got any sleep when working a case, and at the end of the day they only had each other. With a heavy sigh she once again wished she could be part of their lives. She would give them the recognition they deserved and she knew they would appreciate everything she did to help them. The hunting life wasn't a perfect one, but she felt with the Winchesters she wouldn't be so lonely and just maybe she could find some happiness and help them find some to.

Alas it was something that could never happen as they were fictional and she lived in the real world where people had to work, monsters weren't real, and your boss could be a real asshole that didn't care about anyone other than himself. Of course she could always dream. And that's just what she did. That night Courtney dreamed she had teamed up with the Winchesters after finding out they were hunting down the yellow eyed demon. In her dream Azazel had killed her father as her mother had died giving birth to her. She was one of his special children, but he failed to take her when he had the others. Of course by that point she had already been hunting with Sam and Dean for awhile. When Sam died it broke her heart and when he came back they confessed their love. She was there for him through losing Dean and he was there for her. It was a very pleasant dream and when she heard her alarm go off she cursed whoever had decided she wasn't allowed to be happy.

However as Courtney reached for the alarm clock she realized that wasn't what was making the noise. It was a phone and she wasn't in her room and this wasn't her house. Turning over she saw the one person she never expected and they were sleeping beside her.

Tagging:

@mirandaaustin93 @thatfanficstuff @princessofthefandomrealm

[derangedangel]

I was tagged by @selfignitingimagines

rules: answer the 21 question and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better

nickname: My mom calls me D

height: 5′1

last movie i saw: Aquaman in theaters, Cheetah Girls 2 at home

last thing i googled: application to get a passport

favorite musician: Beyonce Giselle Knowles-Carter 

song stuck in my head: Sunflower from Into the Spiderverse 

other blogs: Just a wordpress Go read it if you wanna hear about me meeting Joseph Morgan

do i get asks: Once in a while, normally it’s from my fellow writer mutuals

following: 43

amount of sleep: I love sleep but I get like 6 1/2-ish on nights when I go to work the next day then come home and nap if I don’t have to go to my second job

lucky numbers: 5 (technically it’s my favorite number which is sorta a weird concept, but it’s my line number in my sorority too)

what am i wearing: Khaki pants and a sweater for work

dream job: Social media marketing at MTV or a house wife

dream trip: Paris which is where I’m going this summer woo!

favorite food: Seafood

play an instrument: I got a guitar for Christmas, so I knew a few cords, but not really

languages: English, some ASL, and reviewing basic French for my trip

favorite song: This Woman’s Work by Maxwell

random fact: Daniel Gillies said I was cheeky

describe yourself in aesthetic things: Lazy Sunday afternoon, your tongue burning after drinking really hot coco, the smell of concrete after it rains

I’m gonna tag @freeyourheartandsoul, @teenwolf-theoriginals, @justfangstvdto (even though you just tagged in one lol), @kmikaelsonimagines, @thatfanficstuff