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Avengers X Reader: Trick or Treat? (One-Shot!) October 31st It was Halloween, it was almost dark and you had convinced your closest friends, The Avengers and Loki, to join you to go trick or treating. They though Ahhh! What the heck? I get candy anyways. You came out dressed as a princess; you smiled looking at The Avengers in their costumes. Tony was dressed in a clean suit but was wearing an iron hat that covered his head and only showed his face, Natasha was wearing a small purple dress but had spider legs’ coming out of her back, and Hawkeye was dressed as a Hawk. The Hulk was dressed as Frankenstein and was holding a pumpkin dre

Avengers X Reader: Trick or Treat? (One-Shot!) October 31st It was Halloween, it was almost dark and you had convinced your closest friends, The Avengers and Loki, to join you to go trick or treating. They though Ahhh! What the heck? I get candy anyways. You came out dressed as a princess; you smiled looking at The Avengers in their costumes. Tony was dressed in a clean suit but was wearing an iron hat that covered his head and only showed his face, Natasha was wearing a small purple dress but had spider legs’ coming out of her back, and Hawkeye was dressed as a Hawk. The Hulk was dressed as Frankenstein and was holding a pumpkin dre

"What?!" You whined, looking down at your language lesson choices. "Why can I only tick one?!" You looked up at your friends, The Bad Touch Trio, with a worried expression. "Do I have to choose, guys?" You glared down at the paper once more. There were tick boxes for every countries' language, Japanese, Italian, German, etc, but you had to choose one language to carry on studying. "And why do I have to pick one language to carry on learning anyway? Why can't I just carry on with all of my languages?!" "Oh, you work too hard, ___." Francis sighed, patting you softly on the shoulders. "Sí, you'll just tire yourself out!" Antonio agreed

After a long and tiring run, the BTT eventually lost England and let go of you, since they had been dragging you all the way. Ouch, poor you. You wiped the dirt off your once beautiful but now messy dress as you looked behind you without thinking. “Maybe we shouldn’t have done that…” Prussia laughed and patted your back roughly. “Nah! Don’t you vorry about it! He vasn’t all zhat mad!” “He was shouting swear words and casting spells at us.” “Your point?” Spain chuckled. “Well now that we have you all to ourselves, what would you like to do~?” You pon

-it! This was not happening. No way! Almost too scared to know you peeped through your fingers and were surprised to see Germany, of all people, laying there. Your cheeks turned the color of tomatoes. You had slept with G-germany! The rumors you'd heard either made him out as a total prude or a sex god. This must be some kind of joke. You buried your face in your hands. Then studied him again. The gel was completely gone from his silky blonde hair. It feel in a messy flop over his eyelids which fluttered in his sleep. His toned chest slowly rose and fell with each breath. He truly was beautiful in sleep. Then his eyes flicked opened and focu

 ------~In the last chapter~------  You soon walked to the park, where your 'thinking place' is, and sat on a wooden bench.  "What am I going to do now?" You said, cupping your hands in your face. You started to feel small teardrops on your face, and wiped some away. "I guess I'm crying..." You said, putting a sad smile on your face.  "______? Are you okay?" You looked up to see Kero staring at you with a worried face.  "Yeah, but we can't eat anymore cake since we lost our home..."  "Aww, no cake..." Kero said gloomily. "Is there a spell to get us a new home?"  "I don't think so, Kero.." You replied, and then thought, 'I wonder w

“No. You don't get to just walk back in here and think everything will be okay! No. It has been two years. Two fucking years, Sherlock!” “(Na-)” “Shut up. You left us. And I don't just mean (Son's Name) and I. I mean everyone. John, Mrs Hudson, Greg, Mycroft, Molly-” “Molly and My-” “Don't interrupt me, dammit.” Sherlock shut up after that, casting his glance to the side for a brief second. After his reunion with John, which didn't go quite as planned, he thought things would go much smoother with his fiancée. Turns out, he was wrong. Again. “Can I speak now?&rdquo

“No. You don't get to just walk back in here and think everything will be okay! No. It has been two years. Two fucking years, Sherlock!” “(Na-)” “Shut up. You left us. And I don't just mean (Son's Name) and I. I mean everyone. John, Mrs Hudson, Greg, Mycroft, Molly-” “Molly and My-” “Don't interrupt me, dammit.” Sherlock shut up after that, casting his glance to the side for a brief second. After his reunion with John, which didn't go quite as planned, he thought things would go much smoother with his fiancée. Turns out, he was wrong. Again. “Can I speak now?&rdquo

Girls love those Cars Logan x Reader x Steve “(Name) look, how do you like my bike?” Logan asked, gesturing at a beautiful, sleek, midnight blue motorcycle. “It’s very beautiful,” you whisper. “Wanna take her for a spin?” You blush, admiring the metal work on the frame; it really was a beautiful bike. You look at Logan about to answer, when he smirks, “Or I could take you for a spin?” he flushes slightly. Your about to make a smart ass comment, when Steve pulls up in a gorgeous, burnt-orange, Audi R8 V10. You gasp when you see the car, it must have been so expensive! How could Steve

"So, Mr. Stark, any special woman in your life?" Tony smiled softly, "Yeah. She's not around anymore, but she still runs my life, damn woman..." "Mind telling us? The interviewer asked. "Not at all." Tony's grand smile lit up the room. You held onto your husband's hand as you pushed, crying out in pain. Howard brushed your hair out of your face, "You're very close sweetheart!" "Ah... Ah! Howard!" You screamed, tears leaking out of your eyes. "One more push and it's all over!" The doctor informed. You prepared yourself and did one more hard, strong push, soon feeling relief and the cries of your newborn baby. "Strong, for sure." Tony s

Avengers X Reader: Trick or Treat? (One-Shot!) October 31st It was Halloween, it was almost dark and you had convinced your closest friends, The Avengers and Loki, to join you to go trick or treating. They though Ahhh! What the heck? I get candy anyways. You came out dressed as a princess; you smiled looking at The Avengers in their costumes. Tony was dressed in a clean suit but was wearing an iron hat that covered his head and only showed his face, Natasha was wearing a small purple dress but had spider legs’ coming out of her back, and Hawkeye was dressed as a Hawk. The Hulk was dressed as Frankenstein and was holding a pumpkin dre

[A/N: There is talk of sex in here, and the word "Fuck" But what do you expect from the game "Fuck, Marry, Kill" (also named "Bed, Wed, Behead")?] You took your seat in the large circle of couches that had been gathered in the middle of the room in Stark Towers. The other Avengers sat in the seats next to you, Natasha on your right, Steve on your left. "Alright people," you began, "what game will be playing tonight?" It had become a weekly tradition to play a game with the Avengers. Whether it be a verbal game like Telephone, a physical game like Twister, a digital game on a gaming station like the Wii, or a board game like Monopoly. You he

    Children often have a toy or something like that that they are close to and find sentimental value to. Sometimes this goes away after a while, but others it does not. (F/N) Rogers seemed to be one of those cases were the love for a toy never left. True she was only still a small child of age five, but she still seemed to have a never ending love for a stuffed duck that was given to on her first birthday. She never went anywhere without the thing. It ate with her, went to sleep with her, and even took baths with her. She simply was inseparable from the toy.            Her father Steve Rogers saw nothing wrong with this and neither did an

:bulletwhite: Thor-x-Reader:  Asgardian Ever After :bulletwhite: Asgard- the Realm Eternal, the crowned gem of Yggdrasil was always a bright place- but tonight it shone throughout the universe like a brilliant beacon of pure energy. Though the realms remained separated by the line of the Life Tree, the lights of the Aesir could be seen throughout the reaches of the cosmos, telling all others of the wondrous event that had just taken place.   From within the Halls of Valhalla a great cry went up from those who waited there, and as the joyful cries and cheers filled the Asgardian Palace, it carried out into the streets and throughout Asgard it

:bulletwhite: Thor-x-Reader:  Asgardian Ever After :bulletwhite: Asgard- the Realm Eternal, the crowned gem of Yggdrasil was always a bright place- but tonight it shone throughout the universe like a brilliant beacon of pure energy. Though the realms remained separated by the line of the Life Tree, the lights of the Aesir could be seen throughout the reaches of the cosmos, telling all others of the wondrous event that had just taken place.   From within the Halls of Valhalla a great cry went up from those who waited there, and as the joyful cries and cheers filled the Asgardian Palace, it carried out into the streets and throughout Asgard it

Smile - Loki x Reader x Thor Loki remembered. He remembered how he always lived...  in his brother's shadow... His brother... How their father always favored him... How everyone was sure he was the one that was going to become the king of Asgard... How he was the righteous son of Odin that did nothing wrong... How he was perfect... How he achieved whatever he wished for... How he was the charismatic child that got whatever he wanted without even trying... Why? Because he was Thor... And Loki remembered that... He remembered it every morning he woke up... every day... every hour of the day... he remembered it... And that's why he

You groaned, clutching your stomach painfully. You and the Doctor had just been planning out where to go next, but for some reason your stomach was acting up. “__y/n__? Are you okay?” The Doctor asked anxiously, rushing over to you and pressing his hand against your forehead. “I’m fi-“ You cut yourself off, slamming your hand over your mouth and running out of the control room. The Doctor winced as he heard the door to one of the bathrooms slam shut, then the sound of something hitting the water. You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, standing up and flushing the toilet. You washed your hands before y

"Rock, paper, scissors?" You lift an incredulous eyebrow at the Doctor's beaming face, "Seriously? Out of all the games in the universe you could have picked that would actually pass the time, you come up with rock, paper, scissors?" He keeps smiling, "Well, yeah. If you'd prefer to go outside into your untimely death, the door's right there. Though to be honest, I'd rather you didn't do that." You sigh, your legs swinging as you somehow balance yourself on your perch at the TARDIS console. The machinery next to you bleeps in what almost sounds like sympathy. Somehow the Doctor had managed to get you stranded in the pull of a Black Hole wit

“Look at him and tell me what happened.” Sherlock casually gestured to the body that was the centre of a crime scene. Yellow police tape blocked the off the flight of stairs that you were currently standing on. John shot Sherlock a disapproving look and Lestrade ran his hand through his greying hair. You merely rolled your eyes in Sherlock’s direction before crouching down next to the body. Quickly your eyes ran over the man taking in everything you could before standing up and sending Sherlock a smug grin. “It was an accident. He tripped over his trouser leg at the very top of the stairs, he was in a rush and the li

Clint Barton does not get jealous. "Who is that guy walking with (Name)!?" Clint growled. "I don't know, but they seem pretty touch feely with each other" Tony responded, pulling his morning coffee to his lips. Clint snarled and smacked Tony's mug upwards, causing it's contents to spill all over the man's white business shirt. "What the hell Clint! Pepper's gonna kill me!" The billionaire shouted at his best friend. When he turned back to swat the archer, Clint was already gone. ___________________________________________________________ Clint Barton doesn't spy on people. Clint tiptoed on the small building rooftop, keeping his eyes on t

WARNING: Contains slight sexual references You sighed and slipped out of bed, dressing quickly. You glanced over at Arthur, walking back over to him and running your fingers through his hair lightly. You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, letting out a surprised squeak as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you back onto his chest. “Where are you going?” Arthur asked, his voice husky and garbled from sleep. “I need to leave before one of your servants get here, don’t I? It wouldn’t look very good for the future king of Camelot to be seen in bed with his maid.” You said, trying, and failing, to

Does Not Compute The first time Steve met her was at one of Tony’s many extravagant parties, though ‘met’ was a bit of a reach. Steve had been listening to Clint recount one of his ‘excursions’ in Taiwan when he saw her, wrapped in a sleek figure-fitting violet dress. The satin clung to her body in the best of ways, enhancing her evident natural beauty. Steve found himself enraptured with curled (h/c) locks and fiery (e/c) eyes. Oh how he would’ve loved to walk over and introduce himself, but even after many years of being the envied Captain America, Steve could find no courage to do so. Thus he settled f

:bulletred: Thor-x-Reader: Just Friends :bulletred: You were ashamed and scared. And yet, you couldn't back down. Not when so much was on the line. . . When your future depended so heavily on your decision and how you handled yourself. Whatever the case, you had to correct your blunders. You had to make it right, and that was that. You slowly entered the den/living room of Stark (cough Avengers cough) Tower that was surprisingly vacant, and walked towards the deep, leather couch. You could see the reason of your unease sitting there; his blonde hair splayed out across the back of the couch, in ultimate relaxation despite what had occurred s

"I'm fine, boys!  Really!" You insisted. A pained moan fell from your lips as you curled up in a ball.  Instantly hands covered your body, taking your temperature, pulse and monitoring your breathing rate. "99.0 degrees Fahrenheit." The Doctor murmured. "Not really a fever.." "80 beats per minute, and her breathing seems normal." Sherlock's eyes trailed over your tense frame, attempting to deduce the problem. "Perfectly normal, guys, honestly..." You huffed.  Your two geniuses were desperately trying to figure out what ailed you, after you had practically collapsed in pain, whilst on a case. As usual, they were over-analyzin

It'd been forever and a day since you first made love with the twins. It had been...interesting, to say the least, establishing your relationship—or would it be relationships—out in the open, but in time the discomfited tensions settled down. No, the whole of the world wasn't on your side, but you had the support of family and friends. So here you were, one graduation, two jobs, and many passionate nights later, laid up in bed, dying. Or at least it felt a lot like it. "I know (y/n). I know. Trust me I had seven!" "Aunt Molly you are not helping!" "Well you're the one who wanted to do this naturally," Ginny teases as she brush

      The world is harsh, that was what you were taught all your life. You learned how to hide in the shadows and shield your eyes with your (h/c) hair with precision so you wouldn’t catch people’s eye. It was a lesson that you had taught yourself; after all you were an orphan so there was nobody else to teach you.  Even the headmasters at your old orphanage- people who were supposed to help you- abandoned you, in the form of locking you in your room. “I will never be free.” You spat into the darkness. You had no fear of being discovered now; there was nobody around for miles. You had taken up a home in an abandoned

Today seemed to be labled 'see who can make Natasha mad' day. Everyone except for (F/n) that is. The little four year old followed Natasha everywhere. Natasha didn't seem to mind, in fact she secretly enjoyed having a little follower. It all started early this morning. You were eating your breakfast as usual waiting for Natasha to wake up. She came into the kitchen to get her coffee, but Tony wouldn't let her. They started to argue and you finished eating. You put your dishes away in the sink, neither adult paid you any mind so you snuck off with a mischievous smile. By the time you got back in Nat had a cup of coffee and Tony was nowhere to

Nevermore ⊹⋛⋋( ՞ਊ ՞)⋌⋚⊹ ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder where you are Hiding yourself from my sight Sensing your poor form in fright You have no family. You have no one to care about you till the day you die. That's what you thought before meeting that man. Since you learned that your father will never come back from the job that paid only food, meaning he often went hunting animals, you tried to survive by stealing things from rich people. You were light on your feet so it was quit a

Warning: Suggestive themes It was a calm day in the Fairy Tail guild, until… “But I need to!” a loud whine was heard from the infirmary. “Then you should have been more careful, Natsu!” a (h/c) haired girl, aka (f/n), Natsu’s girlfriend, snapped. “I’ve been resting for 2 days already, (n/n)-chan! If I keep doing nothing, I’ll get crazy…” the boy whimpered. “I’m the medic here, if I say you need to rest is because you do! Can’t you think of anything besides eating and fighting? Honestly!” the girl shot. At this little outburst, a devious smirk made its w

Warning: Suggestive themes It was a calm day in the Fairy Tail guild, until… “But I need to!” a loud whine was heard from the infirmary. “Then you should have been more careful, Natsu!” a (h/c) haired girl, aka (f/n), Natsu’s girlfriend, snapped. “I’ve been resting for 2 days already, (n/n)-chan! If I keep doing nothing, I’ll get crazy…” the boy whimpered. “I’m the medic here, if I say you need to rest is because you do! Can’t you think of anything besides eating and fighting? Honestly!” the girl shot. At this little outburst, a devious smirk made its w

Gray x reader: Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tale or the Image, Let me state something: All of my readers are beautiful, every last one of you. I don't care if you're severely overweight or anorexic, I love every last one of you.  I don't care if you're African-American, an illegal or legal immigrant, Latino/a,Gay,Bi, European-American[White], I love you all! And I will not tolerate you downing yourself because you are the way you are and I love that about every last one of you. A/u: none of this happened in Fairy Tale, so don't try to look any of it up. ~     "Shit, Shit, shit, this is all your fault! You should have kept her warm!"

“God Dammit!...Huh, I mean “dammit” you said with a sweat drop, trying to reach the platters on the highest shelf (cause Ciel was evil!). Since Ciel told you that Sebastian was a demon, you were more paranoid then before, thanks to him. Knowing that you wereto be married to a demon for an unknown reason, you could not sleep peacefully and you would certainly take years before being able to sleep peacefully. You scowled to yourself, thinking about the consequences of having a husband who was a creature of Hell. Shaking this thought away, you held a hand to the platters. “Can someone explain to me why he needs the plat

Vampire!FrancexReader Mates Chapter one: Changes “Good.” That was the last thing _____ heard before a pain had struck her. A pain that simply just couldn’t be described, it took her a good thirty seconds to realize that two long fangs had penetrated the soft skin of her neck. She didn’t scream, much to the displeasure of the awaiting Frenchman. He disregarded it and focused on the main prize of this situation, _____. He hated watching her in pain, even if it was something as small as a knee scrape, but this, this he wanted to bask in, he wanted to hear her howl. He wanted to hear her holler for all that was holy. He

“Well, fancy meeting you here, chére.” Gambit’s low voice whispered in your ear and you jumped. You crossed your arms and turned to face him. “Of course I’m here; it’s Jean and Scotts wedding. We’re all here!” you gave him a playful glare and he held out a hand. “Dance with me, chére. You’ve been sitting there watching all evening, and I’d be honored to have the most beautiful fille on my arm.” “Well, with a line like that, how could I refuse?” You stood and took his hand. He led you to the dance floor and placed his other hand on your waist. The

Jim Moriarty waltzed into his home late after working at the 'office', doing 'paperwork'. *cough cough. Criminal mastermind! Where!?* Walking into living room, he found you curled into the fetal position on the couch, with a pillow shoved over your head. Deciding to ignore the odd behavior, he approached you smugly. "Honey I'm hooome! Work was a Bitch! So, how's about you and I go up to the bedroom and-" "Fuck. Off." You said sourly, muffled by the pillow. Moriarty's brows drew into a frown. "I was about to suggest much the same thing. But darling, I'd urge you to watch your tone with me." He said threateningly. Suddenly you jumped up right

            “Bobby Drake, you are the most infuriating, senseless bastard I have ever met! You can just go screw yourself!” (Name) threw a stuffed animal at his face before storming out.            It was night time in New York when (Name) high jacked Logan’s motorcycle and left. She had been in her pajamas, a pair of black shorts and a large purple tee-shirt, preparing to go to bed when Bobby had, once again, pranked her. He had set her sink faucet with blue Kool-Aid that squirted all over her. She chewed him out before leaving into the freezing tundra that was New York.              (Name) hadn’t made it far befor

“Hey, get back here!” Bobby looked back, his clear blue eyes widening at the sight of the grown men chasing after him. He knew that people weren’t too overly fond about mutants but this was just ridiculous to him. He ran through the streets, pushing past people who screamed profanities at him whenever he knocked one down to the ground by accident. “Sorry!” he yelled back at a woman who almost fell into a man who was selling roses on the street. He wanted to use his powers to get away but he knew that he would just get into further trouble. Professor X was probably too busy to help him out since he hadn’t

"Hey Pincushion, I'm going for some ice cream. Care to tag along?" Logan rolled his eyes at the nickname, "Not if you're gonna call me that." You snorted, "Fine. Now come on, we haven't eaten ice cream in years." "When you're on the run shit like that slips the mind." "I'm not listening!" You said in a sing-songy voice, "And whatever you said, not an excuse. I wonder how many new flavors were made since 1921…" Logan stood up, "I hate when you say shit like that. Reminds me we're over a century old." "Yeah but we look like we're thirty so I'll take it! Come on, this is way overdue!" You pulled Logan out of the house and took his h

Sigh… For a moment he sat still staring at the lab wall. Tony felt the gust of wind as the speedy mutant switched seats. Again. Now he sat backwards in a rolly chair, his arms propped up on the backrest and his chin resting in the crook of his elbow. Sigh… Once again, he exhaled. He began swishing his leg back and forth causing the chair to move slightly and squeak. A gust of air hit Tony once again, signaling the movement of his unwanted companion who was now perched on a stool. Another quick movement and he was sitting upside down in the rolly chair spinning in a slow circle. Sigh. Tony sat the wrench down with a loud clang. 

Reality hurts - Dean x Reader x Sam - Chapter 3 - End A reality that, now that he knew,... hurt... And of course now he had to believe what everyone claimed to be the one and only reality. And if he said that it didn't hurt he would be lying. He still remembered how it all had started and how he had found out the truth. You are not Dean Winchester. You never were. You are Jensen Ackles and everything you thought to be your life is a lie. A cruel, nasty lie. He reminded himself every moment of the day. Every moment of the life he had to live from now on. Every moment of his life, according to everyone else. Every moment of his life wh