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Beliefs - Avengers Cast x Teen!Reader

Okay, I am writing this as i am BEYOND angry at a message that came up in my ask inbox. Anyone who has ever been and scrolled through my page will know that I am IN NO WAY racist or homophobic and that I don’t tolerate people that do believe that just due to their complexion or sexuality they are superior to another person. Despite this, I received a hate message through my asks (no I’m not going to shame the person by putting the message here) saying that I SHOULD NOT BE SUPPORTING PEOPLE who are of a minority by ethnicity or a sexual orientation that isn’t heterosexuality. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to correct me on my beliefs regarding society when a) you don’t know me and b) what is to say you are in any way entitled to say that my socio-cultural views are wrong.

Having said this, I will by putting forth my personal views through this short imagine and if you have a problem with my views please feel free to message me about it :)

Anyway, onto the story… 

You were a new character to the MCU called Sirena, you power being able to control things by your singing voice. This was your first big film having only been in smaller roles in the past in TV shows or minor films. This was your first panel interview with the full Avengers: Infinity War cast before the premier in May later this year. The press and audience were asking various questions to the other members of the cast whilst you just sat next to Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston where you laughed and made jokes or comments where appropriate. However, perhaps unfortunately, the press finally turned their beady eyes onto you as you nervously twirled the microphone in your hand.

“So, Y/N L/N-” Before the interviewer could ask their question the crowd exploded into claps and cheers to which you laughed and thanked them for. “Y/N, as the newest character to the Marvel Film Franchise we were wondering if we could get to know you a bit better in terms of your beliefs?”

“My beliefs?” You questioned and you noticed some of the other cast members tensing up around you, especially Tom to your left.

“Well, yes as in your social beliefs.”

You nodded warily to your self thinking of how to phrase your answer. “Well, to phrase it in the easiest way possible I am a strong believer in egalitarianism.”

“You believe in equal opportunities for people regardless of their sexuality, gender or race?” The interviewer almost seemed shocked by this which annoyed you greatly.

“Of course I would; I see no reason in doing anything else. I don’t see why people should receive different treatment based upon their nationality, for example, or the colour of their skin. I mean look at the incredible cast surrounding me; both Ben and Tom next to me are from the UK, Seb is from Romania, RDJ and loads of these people are from the States, Hemsworth over there is from Australia, Scarlett is part Danish, Zoe is part Dominican, Benicio is both Spanish and Puerto Rican; yet they are all crazy good actors-” You were cut off as the cheers and noise got to loud to talk over from the audience. “which proves neither nationality nor race matters when it comes to talent. As in regards to sexual orientation, why should that matter? Whether someone is bisexual, asexual, homosexual or otherwise, the individual can work professionally and carry out any action just the same as any heterosexual has the capability to. The gender or sex of a person should bare no impact on how that person is viewed. I’m tired of seeing double standards.” - The audience once again became too loud for you to talk over - “And I solemnly believe that regardless of gender, sex, race, nationality, sexuality that every individual should have the same treatment, same rights and same opportunities.” This time the audience was deafening and not only were they clapping and cheering, but so were cast members, especially those closest to you. Cumberbatch next to you gave you a big thumbs up and a wink as he clapped with everyone else.

Eventually after a few minutes everyone quietened and Chris Evans chuckled quietly into his mic before speaking. “How is the youngest of us the most articulate and the most wise?”

RDJ leant over and patted him on the shoulder. “She’s N/N, you don’t ask questions.”

“I HEARD THAT DOWNEY!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO L/N!”

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Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

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Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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Barrel's Goddess

{Kaz Brekker x reader}

Summary: You are an old friend of Kaz Brekker and pay him a visit after seven months. You're also a legend in the Barrel.

Warnings: Threat through a dagger.

Part 2: https://alcottsangel.tumblr.com/post/652174516567572480/barrels-goddess-2

People either feared or adored her. There was barely any in between. She was the closest thing to a god the Barrel had.

She could kill, she could save and nobody wanted to be on her bad side.

Nobody but Kaz.

But he would never be on Y/n's bad side.

They were close since they arrived in the barrel. Both victims of the plague, both orphaned and all alone. They suddenly only had each other. So while Kaz worked his way up through the Dregs, Y/n took every job she could get. Everything, but never one that required her to stay. She would never again give up the freedom to go wherever she wanted to. Not after the plague freed her from her parents.

Kaz and Y/n were a team, wether they would ever admit it or not.

She would sneek into his attic in the night, when everyone, even Inej, was out. Nobody knew that Dirtyhands associated with the Goddess. They'd talk and laugh and Kaz would let down his mask for a few hours. For a brief moment they were just kids. But Kaz Brekker wasn't a kid.

Kaz Brekker was the Bastard of the Barrel, Kaz Brekker was Dirtyhands, most respected member of the Dregs, feared in the entire Barrel. Y/n wasn't a kid either, Y/n was a shadow, never seen and never heard, yet everyone knew her name. Some claimed her to be a god. She wasn't. Neither a god, nor a saint. Just a Heartrender with a talent for daggers and a big knowledge about venom.

But she liked the title she held.

It kept her save and her work going. Barrel Bosses liked to pay for pretty girls that were feared.

Here's the thing. It's been seven months since she has last seen Kaz. She had a job, something that took a bit longer but was payed well.

It wasn't something very dangerous, she just had to bring a bankers kid out of Ketterdam.

She hasn't told Kaz that she took the job. She never did. But she also never had a job before, that took more than a month.

So she did what she was used to.

She sneaked into his attic late at night. It was dark and smelled like parchment and wood oil.

Kaz wasn't there, but Y/n stayed anyways.

She was still in her work clothes, mask up.

But it was boring and Kaz was nowhere to be seen. The shelves caught her attention. Y/n took out the recent books to check the numbers of the Crow Club. They added up nicely, she noticed. Business was going well. Good for Kaz.

She sighed and placed it back where she took it from. Then she walked over to the writing desk. It was messy, there was a cup of coffee and the papers were scattered all over the place. So she did what she was good at. Sorting things out. Doing the work Kaz had left unmoved.

When she finished the papers from the Crow Club, Y/n walked over to the shelve again to put them where they belonged.

Out of nowhere, someone pressed her against the wall, dagger at her throat.

The person was smaller than her, clearly female. Must be Inej.

Y/n held up her arms in defence, chuckling softly. Right at the door stood Kaz, crow cane in his hand, wearing hat and coat and, of course, a suit. Handsome as always. Next to him stood a certain sharpshooter Y/n had seen every now and then. Jesper.

"Who are you and what are you looking for?" Inej asked, moving the dagger closer to Y/n.

She looked over to Kaz again, right into his eyes. That Bastard knew it was her and didn't say a word. "I'm an old friend." She finally confessed. Inej took down her masked, looking into the soft face of a women that wasn't a day older than they were. The Suli girl looked back to Kaz, who obviously had no intention in clearing the situation, so she turned back to

Y/n. "Who are you?" She asked again, slowly.

"They tell me I'm a god." Y/n smiled sweetly.

Inej understood immediately. Only one person in the entire barrel would answer to the question with that. Inej wasn't sure if she actually existed or if it was just a rumour, but now she stood in front of her.

"Let her go, Wraith. She's on our side."

"I'm on no side, Kaz." Y/n said, finally being freed from Inej's dagger.

"Well who would've thought Kaz actually has friends we don't know about." Jesper laughed, packing away the gun he held towards her. "She's not my friend." Kaz assured. Y/n laughed.

"Hell I am. He just can't get rid of me."

"I did, for seven months." Kaz smirked slightly.

"Oh come on, Brekker. I had a job, you don't get to take the credit for my absence."

While Kaz sat down at his table, Jesper held up his hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet someone who can get Mister Hardfeelings to smirk. My name is-" She took his hand. "Jesper Fahey. I know. And you're Inej Ghafa. I'm Y/n. That's it, nothing more to me."

Inej looked at her in amazement.

"The entire Barrel talks about you. They say you're a saint." She said respectfully.

She turned to Kaz, who still smirked, and laughed loudly.

"I'm not a saint. I don't even believe in them. I don't need saints as long as I'm considered a god. You can't get more respect than that."

Y/n sat down on a small couch, making herself comfortable. "I've looked through the books. Did a bit of your paperwork. Things are going good, Brekker."

Kaz started going through the things Y/n had done. He nodded in agreement. "They are."

"So, are you gonna tell us why you're just casully chatting while we never even knew that the Barrels Goddess even existed, or are you just gonna leave this unaddressed?" Jesper asked, pointing between Kaz and Y/n.

"Get out Jesper." Kaz said, without looking up.

"No further questions asked." Jesper answered, nodding towards the door so Inej followed him.

She did, smiling towards Y/n.

Y/n smiled back. She liked the Wraith. She liked Jesper too. Kaz always trusted the right people.

After the door was closed, Kaz finally looked up again. "You enjoyed me pinned against the wall, huh?" Y/n chuckled. "No, I just had to get back at you for the timeout. You could've at least said something." He turned back to the papers. "Ah damn, don't act all worried now."

Kaz looked up again, holding eye contact to her for a moment. "So Darling, tell me what you've done the last seven months?"

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- - Your very good at bringing out the playful side in Gally

- You always enjoy when Gally wrestles you which eventually turns into a loving hug.

- Gally would always carry you around weather you liked it or not. He would sling you over his shoulder or carry you bride style.

- When harvesting food Gally always has you on his shoulders. You picks all the apples for the top and he picks the bottom.

- Gally loves resting his head on your thighs. There great pillows and he gets a full hour of pleasure as you play around with his hair.

- Gally above everything else loves holding you close.

- He always has his arm around you, when ever he gets the chance.

- Gally prefers holding you around the waist.

- Gally also enjoys bugin you, he will ruffle you hair, pinching you here and there. He enjoys when you start trying to fight him.

- Gally always admired your fiesty side.

- He also loves falling asleep next to you, its just not the same if he's not there.

- He needs to know that your safe and that no body else is threatening your lively hood.

- Gally is so protective.

- Gally is also very supportive, you need something he get it, you sad he cheer you up.

- He will go out of his way to make sure your taken care of. And it doesn't matter how much it cost.

- your his every thing.

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Stubborn | Minho

Pairing: Minho x Female Reader

Warnings: blood, near death, cursing??

WC; 2.5K

synopsis: yes, it does take a near death experience to finally admit your feelings

a/n: probably my last imagine before 2021 SO HAPPY NEW YEAR BYE 2020

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“I’m just saying,” Newt said, arms crossed. “It would save everyone a lot of pain and headaches if one of you just said it.”

“I’m not a liar,” You replied.

“You’re lying to yourself right now,” Newt smirked, watching as your gaze hardened and you smacked his arm.

Thomas jogs up to the two of you, taking one glance at Newt rubbing his arm and you pursing your lips and looking the other way.

“Newt’s right.”

You spin around, mouth open, “How did you?—”

Thomas shrugs, “Call it a third sense, but whatever he said about Minho, you should listen.”

You scoff at the two boys, thoughts running around in your head.

You were in love with your best friend, it was plain as day.

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Everything and More

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: ~1100

Summary: Tony’s POV; in honor of Tony’s birthday, you two have partied the night away. However, the night’s not over just yet.

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), Unprotected Shower Sex, Tony Stark being adorable and sexy and stuff, Fluff

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“So,” her hands slide over shoulders and down my arms, “was it everything you wanted?”

I wrap my arms around her waist, “Everything and more, sweetheart. Thank you.”

She smiles, giggling softly as she raises her lips to mine. She pulls away after a moment, sighing in content. Then she steps away from me, kicking her heels off as she walks away. My eyes follow the gentle sway of her hips, that gentle back and forth that draws me to follow her as I unbutton my jacket.

I enter the bedroom a little after she does. She’s standing in front of her dresser, leaning into the mirror as she removes her jewelry, returning each piece to its rightful place. As she’s clasping the necklace in her hands, she calls to me.

“Tony, can you come unzip me?”

I toss my jacket to the bed as I cross the room to her. I move her hair to rest over her shoulder before taking the zipper of her dress between my fingers. She holds the dress up as the back of it opens. I lean in, kissing the side of her neck. She leans back against me, her eyes downcast as my hands slide down over her hips.

I wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder.

“How about a shower?”

She nods, an almost mischievous smile playing at her lips. She’s hardly a couple of inches from me as she lowers the dress, revealing the lacy black lingerie hidden beneath.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” I tease.

Her hair tosses slightly when she turns her head quickly to look at me over her shoulder.

“Actually, this is new.”

“Another birthday present?”

She turns to face me, still wearing that smile, “Something like that.”

I take her face between my hands. Her hands press against my chest. I lean down to her, pressing my lips to hers. When she pulls back, she giggles a bit as she scrunches up her nose.

I chuckle, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs, “What?”

She shakes her head, “Nothing.” Her fingers card through my hair, “Let’s go take that shower.”

Under the hot water, steam rising up around us, there is no space between us. My hands grip her hips. Her hands hold tight to my shoulders. We share long, lingering kisses. She tastes of the chocolate and red wine she had at the party. I wonder if she can taste the whiskey I had.

I take her chin in my hand when I pull away. I tilt her head to the side, moving quickly to assault her neck with my kiss. I trail my lips down her neck, her chest, her stomach, as I lower myself to my knees. I hold her hips to the wall. I place a kiss just below her belly button.

I look up at her. She smiles, biting her bottom lip as she runs her fingers through the length of my hair. Still with my eyes locked on hers, I raise her right leg to rest over my shoulder. Her jaw drops slightly as she watches me bury my tongue in the warmest part of her.

She moans softly, though louder than before. She pulls at my hair. She rolls her hips into every pass my tongue makes over her sensitive flesh. She grips my shoulder for support as she rises her to toes. I look up at her. Her head has fallen back, pressed against the tile wall. She’s resisting the urge to fall apart though she treads the line.

I lower her leg slowly before rising to stand before her.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

The rise and fall of her chest is quick. The color of her eyes is almost completely lost to her pupils. Her gaze stays affixed to mine as I press two fingers to her entrance. I curl them in a bit; her bottom lip begins to tremble. She takes in a sharp breath as I push them in deeper. Her hips meet my palm thrust for thrust.

Her moans start as soft whispers, but with every passing second, they grow louder until her cries reach up to the heavens. A few more minutes, some whispered words of praise and love, and euphoria is hers for the taking, the heat of her release pouring over my hand.

She sighs, catching my face in her hands and my lips with hers in a heated kiss. I pull my hand away only to wrap both around the back of her thighs. Pinning her to the wall, I lift her up. Her ankles lock together behind my back as I get into position.

In one swift motion, I’m inside of her. Our groans of pleasure are simultaneous.

I will always love this feeling. The way she fits around me is absolute perfection.

She is absolute perfection.

The little sounds that slip from her as I move are sweet, like music to my ears.

Her hands are clasped together behind my neck. She moans my name.

Her kiss is heavy, demanding.

I don’t how much longer I can hold on.

A few more steady thrusts is all I can give, and it’s all she take before we’re both crashing. She holds tight to me. I rest my forehead against her shoulder. We’re both struggling to catch our breath. After a few minutes, I pull back and slowly lower her to her feet.

The water falls over us. Steam rises around us. There is no space between us.

I kiss the top of her head.

“I love you, Tony.”

I smile, leaning away from her and cradling her head in my hands. She holds my wrists as she looks into my eyes. I can tell she’s searching for an explanation for my silence so I break it.

“Marry me.”

Her expression changes from one of concern to one of shock.

“What?” she gasps.

“Marry me, (Y/N).”

“Are… are you sure?”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you. I was lost before you.”

Her gaze falters; she bites her lip, “You had Pepper.”

“I did,” I hook my finger beneath her chin to raise her eyes back to mine, “and as much as I cared for her, I know now that there’s a reason we didn’t work. You’re the one I want to give my life to. So will you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), marry me?”

She smiles, giggling as she nods, “Yes, Tony, I will.”

She bounces on her heels and wraps her arms around my neck as she once again presses her lips to mine.

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WARNING(S): Sally Donovan being an idiot

You took a deep breath and walked up to your boss’ office before tentatively knocking on the door to which Greg said, “Come in!”

Opening the door, you stepped inside and your gaze immediately fell on the tall, handsome detective with his messed-up curls framing his concentrated face.

“Sherlock,” you began in a pleading sort of tone.

“Ah, Y/N,” Sherlock greeted, “The girl is up to talking, then?”

You looked at him before sighing, “Sherlock – look, this girl’s been through a kidnapping and her brother is lying unconscious at a hospital – bloody hell, she’s just seven! Just – can you – please be gentle, just this once?”

“What her point is beneath those much-too kind words,” Greg explained, “Just anything you can do to –”

“Not be myself,” Sherlock finished monotonously.

Greg awkwardly looked at him, “Well, it can’t hurt.”

You, Sherlock, Greg, John and Donovan walked together to the room where the little girl was sitting, next to a psychiatrist.

She was staring determinedly at her knees and her tiny face looked so sad that it made you hate Moriarty, if possible, even more.

Sherlock walked closer to her and said in what he hoped was an understanding voice, “Claudette, I know you’ve been through a lot –”

There was nothing left to say. Claudette took one look at Sherlock’s face and emitted a loud, piercing, bloodcurdling scream that echoed off the walls of the isolated room.

“Okay, alright,” you placed a hand on Sherlock’s arm. He was looking perplexed.

“Sherlock – let’s just leave,” you muttered, steering him out of the room and back into Greg’s office. Minutes later, the rest of them came running in.

“Makes no sense,” John frowned.

“Poor thing’s traumatised,” Greg sighed, “Something about Sherlock reminds her of the kidnapper.”

You looked at Sherlock warily, suddenly realising that he’d not uttered a single word during the conversation, but was determinedly staring out the window.

“Hey, don’t let it get to you,” Greg joked, “I always feeling like screaming when you walk into a room. In fact, a lot of us do. Come on.”

He left the room.

You threw one last furtive glance in Sherlock’s direction.

“Okay, come on,” you said gently, “You need to get home – it’s been a long day.”

As you made to steer him out of the room, Sally spoke up.

“Brilliant work you did, finding those kids with just a footprint. Really amazing –”

“Thank you,” Sherlock curtly responded.

“ – unbelievable,” Sally finished with a cold demeanour.

“Sally,” you warningly said, “Don’t listen to her – come on, let’s go.”

Not entirely convinced, Sally glared after the detective’s retreating form.

—-

“Sally, this is ridiculous, you hear me?!” you shouted, “Ridiculous.”

“Y/N – look at my position here!” Sally yelled, “He’s just absolutely – well, brilliant! It’s unrealistic! It’s not – it’s not right!”

“He’s different, is what you mean to say,” you snapped, “And that annoys you, does it? Because he’s not like you, or Andersen, or Greg – or even me?”

“I told you when I first saw him, I didn’t like the look of him –”

“So you’re saying he’s touched in the head?!” you yelled, “That he’s crazy?! Listen – to – me – Sally!” you pleaded, “Sherlock is not a lunatic, he’s not a fraud, and not a liar!”

“Then why did that little girl start screaming?” Sally asked.

“I – well,” you sputtered.

Sally smirked knowing you were lost for words.

“Girl of seven years of age, kidnapped a week ago, sees Sherlock and starts bellowing her head off – a man she’s never seen before,” Sally said, “Or has she?”

“Are you crazy?” you yelled, “Why would Sherlock do something like that?!”

“Sally, listen to me,” you said in a more pleading tone, “I know you don’t like him and I know he’s not a very open person. And I realise that you’ve not got much to go on about his personality apart from his cases. But listen to me, Sally – Sherlock is not a bad person. He would never do that to a kid! To anyone, for that matter! Don’t you see what Moriarty’s trying to do? He’s trying to sow doubt into the minds of whoever are closest to him and others as well!”

Sally scoffed, “Really, Y/N? You of all people bought into that bullshit about Moriarty?”

“Sally –”

“We don’t have time for this, Y/N, Lestrade’s already approved an arrest warrant. Now, I want you to stay away from the scene – you’ll only make it worse.”

“Make it – Sally, he’s my friend!” you yelled.

“And I’m your colleague who bears a message from your employer that you will get fired if you don’t follow instructions.”

—–

“So – he refused?” you asked in mock bedazzlement.

“What was he, some sort of private eye?” asked the superintendent.

“He was – we were,” Greg began.

“ – consulting with him, that’s what you told me,” said the superintendent, “Have you used him on any proper cases?”

“One or two, sir,” you said pleadingly.

“Or twenty or thirty,” Andersen muttered under his breath as you disbelievingly looked at him.

“What?! This – private detective, has no authorisation and you give him access to all sorts of classified information?! You’re a bloody idiot, Lestrade! Now go, fetch him in, right now!”

“Sir –” you began, “I’m not going to – arrest my own friend.”

“Safety before sentiment, L/N,” he growled, “I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend, I don’t care if you’re pregnant with his child – he’s a suspect in a case and I own this section of Scotland Yard, I can get you fired like that,” he snapped his fingers, “Clear?”

You turned faintly pink, “Y-yes sir.”

—–

You walked into 221B Baker Street straight up to Sherlock’s living room, keeping your face as impassive as possible.

“Sherlock Holmes, I’m placing you under arrest on charges of abduction,” you monotonously recited.

Though he normally would have insulted an officer in his face and told them to sod off, Sherlock took one look at your pained expression and quietly wrapped his scarf around his neck.

You extracted a pair of handcuffs and, with enormous difficulty, placed them on his wrist.

“God, I’m so sorry Sherlock,” you whispered so quietly that nobody except him heard you, “I promise this’ll be over soon, I promise.”

“ – and on charges of being involved in several other suspected cases,” you finished.

Sherlock looked at you again before saying, “Alright.”

“What – no, it’s not alright,” John sputtered, “This is ridiculous – Y/N! Y/N come on, don’t tell me you –”

“Don’t try to interfere or I’ll arrest you too,” you told John, your voice cracking with the agony the situation was causing you. John gaped at you but spoke no more.

As Sally took over Sherlock and dragged him downstairs, the chief superintendent strolled inside, taking a brief look over his apartment.

“Dottiness, that’s what he radiates,” he muttered, “Took one look at his face and knew it. He’s a bloody lunatic.”

“Apologies, sir,” you said, beginning to lose your cool, “But Sherlock Holmes seems a perfectly sane man to all of us.”

“Is that so?” he asked in a mocking way, “We’ll see what you’ve got to say when he’s convicted for all the murders he’s done just to show off –”

——

Sherlock was staring determinedly at his knees when your voice made him look up.

You were running out of his flat door as if your life depended on it.

“Hand – over – this – prisoner – to me,” you panted, coming to a halt, “Chief’s orders.”

The officers looked confused but guided Sherlock to your side.

“What are you doing?” he asked you out of the corner of his mouth.

“Getting you the hell out of here,” you answered out of the corner of yours, “Right, we’ve got around five seconds before they realise something is –”

“Stop! STOP!” the chief came running outside, his face grotesquely bloody from the punch you’d aimed at him, “STOP THAT WOMAN!”

The officers seemed to realise it was wrong to hand Sherlock over to you but they were too late. You grabbed the gun sitting in your pocket and pointed it around.

“Get on your knees! Everyone! I swear, I will shoot!” you screamed like a maniac.

“Open fire –” the chief began.

“NO, JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS!” Greg bellowed over the commotion, “WE CAN’T AFFORD SERGEANT L/N’S DEATH IN THE CURRENT CLIMATE!”

You felt an inexplicable rush of gratitude towards Greg.

Everyone reluctantly sunk to their knees.

You menacingly made to raise the gun again to get Sherlock out of there but your hand was restrained by something. You looked down in surprise to see one of Sherlock’s hands free of handcuffs due to the reason that it had been placed onto yours, cuffing you two together.

“Don’t move!” yelled Sherlock. Nobody complied.

He raised your connected hands and shot into the air as you yelped in shock.

“Don’t move or I will kill this woman!” Sherlock pointed a gun to your head. Immediately, you caught on.

“Please, don’t move!” you said in a very convincing teary voice, “I’m his – his –”

“My hostage!” Sherlock yelled helpfully.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered to yourself.

Sherlock’s cuffed hand dragged you gently further and further away from the scene.

“Now what?” you whispered.

“Improvisation,” Sherlock responded, “Run.”

You barely had time to register it as he took off sprinting, dragging you along with him. After a few blocks, you gained a clumsy coordination and you finally stopped at a gate with no way ahead.

Sherlock tutted in annoyance and jumped over the gate.

“What – you bloody twat, I’m not jumping off of that!” you yelled.

“No time to negotiate, Y/N!” Sherlock yelled, “Move to your right, and jump! Now!”

You shook your head but police sirens were gaining on you so you had no choice. Closing your eyes and shouting a prayer to the heavens, you jumped off and landed straight into Sherlock’s arms.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you walked forward, as far away as possible. When you finally reached a secluded spot, Sherlock turned to you, both of you panting.

“You’re alright?”

“What – why, why did you do that?” you gasped, clutching a stitch in your side, “Now they’re going to think you’re a bloody psychopath, I had it under control!”

“You would have lost your job,” Sherlock snapped at you.

You scoffed, “I’d rather be unemployed than work at a place that’s trying to hurt my friend!”

Sherlock looked at you seriously, not blinking in the least.

“You would – you would be prepared to risk your job for me?” he clarified.

“Yes!” you yelled, “Of course I’d be prepared to risk my job for you!”

“Why?” Sherlock abruptly asked, “Nobody ever does anything without a reason, tell. Me. Why. This is – this is inhumane, this – this feeling I get around you these days – I don’t know if it’s you or me –”

“I think - it’s both of us,” you said quietly, “It’s called attraction, Sherlock. I think – I think you – you fancy me.”

“I’m beginning to think so too,” Sherlock muttered, messing up his hair, “But you didn’t answer my question. Why?”

You sighed.

“Sherlock.” you seriously said, “Sometimes you don’t need a reason to be nice to someone. I’d risk my life for you, Sherlock. I’d do anything for you.”

There was nothing more to be said. After staring at you in serious concentration, Sherlock inched closer to your face. You could feel his breath fanning your face and his gaze was fixed upon your lips as yours, on his. Your lips collided in a spontaneous kiss and the next moment, you were fisting his shirt and pulling him closer to you, holding on as tightly as possible.

Sure, the world was beginning to crumble around Sherlock, but that could wait.

All that mattered in that moment, was you and the feeling of your body pressed up against his on the cold winter’s night.

A/N: So do you think Sherlock is a field I should write more fanfics in?

The Avengers and their reaction to Fanfiction

Avengers Headcanon

STEVE ROGERS

Is very, genuinely concerned about the future of this country

Refuses to even read a word of it

When Peter tells him it exists, he doesn’t believe it at first

“Surely you’re joking, right Parker?”

Peter is not

Steve is deeply disturbed that there are over a million fics about him

He scrolled through one by accident and was traumatized

It was most definitely smut

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Is deeply concerned too

Kinda just laughs it off though

Has only read one and will never do it again

She doesn’t really mind though

She likes the fact that people have different opinions on her other than being an assassin

BRUCE BANNER

Oh MAN

Poor lil bruce

Y’all stress him OUT

He sweats every time someone mentions the word

“PLS why are these kids so nasty?”

Takes off his glasses and runs his hands through his hair stressfully

“Jesus, this is awful,”

“IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE THEIR FATHER WHY DO THESE PEOPLE WANT ME TO RAIL THEM?!”

THOR ODINSON

Thor is amused

If anything, he’s deeply flattered really

“I am honored they’ve chosen me to fantasize about,”

He may not be strongest but he is the sexiest

“Aha, look at this. There’s over a million people that want the mighty Thor,”

Will definitely brag about it

TONY STARK

He’s actually read a few and let me tell you-

He can’t even believe that many people fantasize about him

“Jesus Christ, how many Jarvis?”

“There are over two million fanfictions involving Iron Man, sir,”

He actually gets on multiple platforms to leave feedback

“First of all, I would never do that and second of all, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG! I AM IN MY FOURTIES HAVE YOU EVEN GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL YET?!”

Tony is done with y’all

PETER PARKER

Absolutely wants to die on the spot every time someone mentions it

“You know Peter Parker x Reader is the most popular category, right?”

“And how do you know that Ned?”

He blushes bright red at some of the things y’all write about him

“Jesus Christ I’ve never even done that before!”

“oH MY GOD,”

Is probably traumatized

BUCKY BARNES

Don’t even get me started

The amount of shit he’s seen involving the words ‘choking’ and ‘metal arm’ have kept him up most nights

Is so disappointed in the new generations

“I went to war to fight for THIS SHIT?”

Bucky is so done with y’all

He read ONE smut, just ONE, and it was enough to make him log off the internet forever

“Nope. nope. I’m sticking to newspapers from now on. There’s something seriously wrong with Gen Z,”

MAKING EXCEPTIONS| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Characters: Derek, Stiles, Isaac, Scott

Word count: 791 words

Warnings: none, just fluff

Gif: not mine, found on Google.

Summary: Scott and Isaac are confused by Y/n getting her first period since she started dating Derek, worrying that there may be something else wrong with her. Stiles and Derek help dismantle the situation.

“I mean you smell that too, right?” Scott asks stepping forward to sniff me. Isaac nods quickly pointing at Scott to show that he agrees.

“Oh yeah definitely. There’s a distinct smell of death.” He adds and I sigh looking between them.

“Boys. I’m fine. Really.” I retort stepping passed them only to be stopped by Isaac’s arm. He frowns, leaning in close just like Scott did before, worriedly looking towards him.

“Death and blood. Do you smell blood too?” He asks worried and I scrounge my nose at the pure thought of this situation.

“Did someone attack you that we didn’t know of?” Scott asks attempting to lift the sleeves of my shirt, but failing when I slap his hands away with my free arm.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Isaac chimes in reaching for my arms as well.

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