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"You want me to what?" You asked in disbelief. Your eyes flicked from Eggs-Galahad, you mentally corrected, to your beagle puppy, BB. "Shoot it." Eggsy repeated, and you looked at him, a deep frown etched onto your lips. You turned the gun over in your hand, before shaking your head. "I can't. I'm not going to shoot my dog just to join the Kingsman. I'm sorry, but it's not worth it." You're not worth it. Was what Eggsy heard, and ouch, okay, that hurt a little bit. Sure, you weren't actually dating, but Eggsy liked you and he had flirted with you constantly during your Kingsman training. You insisted, however, that you couldn't even give h

           Years had passed since you last saw your childhood friend. You were eighteen now, but still had no clue what direction you wanted to take your life in. But you did know that you wanted to start back in San Fransokyo. Unfortunately, a flight directly from New Paris would cost you a small fortune. Instead you took a flight to a near-by city. You took a ferry from there to San Fransokyo. It WAS an island after all. After two days of travelling, you finally stepped onto the streets of San Fransokyo. You took a teaxi to your new apartment. Instead of staying to unpack, you threw your bags onto the floors an

  Author's Note: This takes place in the first movie, when Astrid is meeting Toothless for the first time, but reader-chan replaces her for that scene. “Hiccup?” You called out hesitantly, stepping into the clearing that he had entered just a few moments before.   “Oh um, hey __y/n__. What are you doing here?” Hiccup asked nervously, hands fiddling with something behind his back.   “I was just wondering where you were going.” You said with a shrug, trying to see what was behind him. “Pardon my asking, but what are you doing here?”   “I come out here to think.” He said quickly, and y

 Spiderman and Deadpool (c) Marvel You (c) yourself "Oh my gawd...is that you, sweet ass?" You horrifyingly turned around to face the one man you dreaded that you hoped you left behind a long time ago in the past. Someone that you could of sworn the minute he called you by that name, you gave him a bloody knuckle sandwich and mouthed him off. However, it amazingly turned him on and he kept bugging you, asking if you were available and no matter what you did, didn't get the hint you were turning him down. Well, he was kind of a hottie back then (he actually was, in the comics!), but it was the fact that he was foul mouthed and had a thi

I don’t Wike It (Chris Evans x Reader) A/N: Behold My Inspiration à https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKOmtC5SSuY   A/N2: Click the blue highlighted words to see what it looks like You groaned in annoyance as your clock beeped repeatedly, signalling that it was time to wake up. Rolling over in the sheets, you sleepily tried to find the snooze button. Once doing so, you rolled back over to face your husband. Shaking him lightly, you said softly… ‘’Yo Capsicle, its time. Get up’’. His eyes fluttered open and your shimmering (E/C) orbs were met with beautiful baby blue ones. The man beside you whined at

Well, this was a bad plan. You were sunk down into the grass and mud, leaning against an old tree that moaned and creaked from the loss of several limbs. The poor thing had been torn apart by the ambush in the wilds just beyond the Wakandan border, and as it just so happened, so were you. While you weren’t missing anything important, like a hand or a leg, you suffered a heavy blow to the shoulder, and you were currently bleeding out on the ground. You had lost contact with the rest of the team hours ago. You sucked your teeth, pressing back against the trunk of the poor old thing while you struggled to keep awake. ‘Steve̵

The battle of Hogwarts was just starting, and you were rushing around, hexing everything that was a foe. And in this battle, there were many. Voldemort wanted Harry, but he was a good friend of yours, and you were doing everything you could to keep the enemies at bay. With every flick of your wrist, another enemy was down, but you couldn’t hold them off for too much longer. They were getting closer and closer to Hogwarts, and you saw more of your allies falling. You were tempted to run, there was so much blood and the air reeked of death, but you were a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors were supposed to be brave. A red head appeared next to

You gave a small sigh, leaning against the wheel of your ship. You watched the sail flutter, the waves rocking again and again. You loved being a Captain. A well-known Captain at that. Captain (y/n) (l/n). One of the finest. You were known for being a terrific sailor. Brutally honest. Cunning. Sly. Stealthy. Attractive. Any of those words came to peoples’ minds when the topic of you and your ship were brought up. As you were reminiscing about your life on the sea, you failed to notice two of your crew members approaching you, a man in shackles in their grasp. You turned at the feeling of a tap on your shoulder, your (h/c) hair flutterin

I’m so upset that Alan Rickman has died. :tears:  So, here’s a Severus x Reader story! [F/n] - first name, [L/n] - last name [H/c] - hair color, [E/c] - eye color       It was no secret that [F/n], a student teacher, had a crush on the Potions Professor.  Hell, Harry Potter could tell clear as day that she had a thing for him.  A lot of the students wondered why she would fall for the dungeon bat, but some of them (and the rest of the faculty) thought it was a wonderful idea.  Although [F/n] managed to evade every attempt at getting the two alone that these people thought up.  She even managed to avoid the Weasley Twins attempt.

Colossus made it his personal mission to never question what Deadpool was doing. Chances are, the horribly scarred man was up to something that was a combination of dangerous, stupid, and just plain horrible. As in, it was a horrible idea. As in, he had no business doing whatever it is he was doing. But did Colossus question it? No. This, however, was the exception. “...Vhere did you find dat child?” His deep voice rumbled across the flat, garnering the mutant’s attention. He didn’t say much, just bounced the kid currently bundled up in a bloody blanket and squawking away, like most babies did. The man shrugged, plo

When you reached the age of thirteen, his name appeared on your arm. Bruce Banner Growing up with parents who were so in love with one another, you had faith in the universe's plan for your love life. You wanted so badly to meet the love of your life, the one who would make you feel complete. The problem was that you were not like your friends who had found their soulmates in high school, college and in their workplaces. You would always be there, happy for them but secretly reminded how you still could not find your own. Thankfully your passions in the field of science and engineering kept you busy. You were always curious on how things wo

Sighing with relief, Clint gently put away his arrows and bow somewhere safe from other people's eyes. These two years have been so hard on him. With his divorce with Laura and all the work with the Avengers, it has been very chaotic. He couldn't blame Laura from leaving him and the kids. She found her soulmate, the one man who she was meant to be with. It was hard for the children since they did not understand why mommy would be coming every once in a while instead of everyday. Clint genuinely liked the guy. He was happy for Laura and wishes nothing but the best for her. If anything, he blames their younger selves for not listening to their

AN:Two fics in a row! I am on a rolllllll ..... Some side notes: f/s: favorite song. “Tadashi!! Oh you must be Hiro! I’ve heard so much about you!” yelled Honey Lemon.   That definitely caught your attention. Like Honey Lemon, you liked working with music on. So your headphones were obviously blasting (f/s) until Honey Lemon started shouting with excitement. You took your headphones out and looked over at the trio and watched as Honey Lemon’s tungsten carbide exploded into pink dust. You walked over there as soon as you stopped working on fixing Tadashi’s chip.   “Hey,” you said, kissing your boyfrie

A/N: In this one-shot, the reader and Natasha are just friends. Also, weed is involved in this one. "Alright, alright," Natasha chuckled as she sat down next to you on the couch. The two of you were having a slumber party, and had watched just about every Disney movie ever made while smoking pot and drinking lots of alcohol. Tonight surely was a fun night. "Out of all the Avenger boys, who would you date?" "Seriously?" you asked as you took a hit from a joint. Smoke exited your (full/thin/etc) lips and you smiled mischievously at her. "Honestly, all of them. They're all just adorable." "Yeah, even though they can be pains in the asses, the

You sat in the vacant lot with Ponyboy, smoking a cancer stick. You laid back, your jeans jacket falling away to expose the Elvis shirt you were wearing. Smiling a bit, you stared at the sky. Pony sat up and motioned for you to set your head in his lap. You complied, taking one more drag from your cancer stick before shoving the burning side into the ground. He moved your hair from your face before he looked up at the sky himself. It was that time of day where it was dark, but it wasn’t. The sky was dimmed, and the street lights weren’t turned on just yet. The air smelled like rain and cigarette smoke. Just perfect. You smiled a b

Warning: Possible Spiderman Homecoming spoilers?? Also some fluff… if you don’t like fluff read my other fic… I’ll link it below(a/n: shameless self promotion.. sorry) Also may implicate some sexual themes but is still SFW. Also it's becoming increasingly difficult to find a really good/suitable image of Tom Holland as Peter Parker. I don't own Spider-man or the image. .   .   . “(y/n)! Come in, here I’ll take the mail. How are you? How is school? Your mom? Is Peter treating you well?”   You laughed and gave May a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she gave you one.   “I’m doing great. Schoo

Y/n put her car into drive and screeched out of the grocery store parking lot. Mentally she was still going over her grocery list, trying to make sure she had gotten everything. Eggs – check. Lettuce and tomatoes – check. Ben and Jerry’s, tortilla chips, blueberries and about a million other things – check, check, check. She still felt like she was forgetting something. She gazed over the tops of her sunglasses at the open road. Y/n bit her lip. She was missing something. The girl leaned back and flicked on the radio. Then it hit her. She had to get her car inspected today. Like today today. “Shit!” Y/n

Jumin Han liked to think he had good control over his emotions. That had been instantly disproved the moment he fell for you. In that whirlwind of emotions and utter insanity, you were the only stability he found. It was only natural he’d adore you to the point he didn’t care whether you stripped him of his dignity or not. Perhaps that was why he didn’t think about the way he felt right this second. Jumin set his pen down for the seventh time in the last twenty minutes. His hand fell to the phone in his pocket. It had already been a few hours since he last saw you. Perhaps he should text you and check in? No; Assistant Kan

You were starting to regret the decision to tell Raven about your slight crush on Charles. Now she wouldn't leave you alone about it. She kept teasing about you both becoming sister in laws. And every time Charles would pass by, she would give such stupid looks. Currently, the teasing was continuing as you were walking back to the Mansion from training outside today. "Raven, will you /please/ stop!" "Okay! Okay! I'll stop teasing you. I know you don't like it." You relaxed with a sigh of relief. Then Raven continued, "But just to be sure, I'm totally going to be the maid of honor at your wedding right?" "Raven!", you scolded her. She just la

This is gender neutral. You and your lovable boyfriend were lying down on the couch, having a NCIS marathon. As the two of you eat the last of the popcorn, your phone starts to ring. You check and see that your alarm went off, notifying you that it's time for you to get home. "Sorry babe, I gotta go," you tell Kristoff before getting out of his warm grasp and off the couch. As you put on your shoes and gather your stuff, Kristoff starts to pout. "Why? I thought we were going to spend the weekend together," he complains. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon when I finish cleaning Noodle's tank," you tell him before pecking his cheek. "Can't b

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V* It was so cold. So very cold. There was a warmth beside me, I wanted it closer. I want to be warm. My eyes felt heavy as did my chest, but myself in a whole felt light. Edmund. I gasped snapping my eyes open and jolting up, The blue eyed boy gripped my shoulder tightly, Ginarrbrik was scowling behind him. Jadis also stood there clearly unamused "w-what happened?" I asked "you had hypothermia (Y/N)!" Edmund said. I look over to the whole in the wall "where's Mr. Tumnus?" I asked, Jadis chuckled "worried about others more than yourself, how befitting royalty" she snapped. I looked up at her in confusion "I'm not royalty" she

Your hair is on fire. You don't know it's on fire, but it's on fire. It happens sometimes, when you're stressed, which you are right now, as you're sure you're going to fail this test you’re currently taking. There isn't really a lot of fire, just the very tips, which flicker every now and then. There isn’t enough smoke to set off the fire alarm, or to even be noticeable, as everyone else in the class is so focused on their own tests. Except for that guy who sits behind you, who hasn’t even started his test yet, seeing as he knows he can finish it within the last few seconds of the time limit. Bored as he is, Pietro spen

The first day of school was never easy for any kid. Feelings of anxiety, dread, and exhaustion were easy to take over, especially when it was the first day at a new school. It was even worse when everyone seemed to know who your dad was, and when your father happened to be the Winter Soldier, school was harder than it should’ve been. Zachary and Sevimli Barnes were freshmen at the school, and while they were never ones to back down from a fight, they sure as hell didn’t want to face the wrath of their father if they got into one, especially on the first day. Zach struggled more than his twin sister at the art of choosing his batt

  You loved living at Avengers Tower, you had made friends with most of them. But sometimes they could be very annoying from Tony hacking your laptop to Clint setting up a bucket of water above your bedroom door to Pietro moving things around behind your back. The pranks were an endless source of irritation. So you were happy that for the three of them were on a mission so you could have some peace for a change. You were in the kitchen making something for lunch when you could of sworn that someone or something, just tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and saw no one there, so you just shrugged your shoulders and resumed m

The deep voice rumbled in your ear, despite the fact that the man was way taller than you were. He wore a friendly smile on his bearded face, gentle blue eyes swallowing you whole. In his large hand was a spiral notebook with a red cover, 'Sketches' written in a bright blue Sharpie on the top. And instead of you taking the notebook, the man instead grabbed your stack of books and the like, walking towards your art class. Your eyebrows came together and you walked with him. "Um..." He looked down at you with that same grin. "You are in art, correct?" "Yeah..." "Yes, I have that fourth block." He explained. "I've seen you run off from it to

“What are you doing?” That sentence was the most-asked question Peter ever had directed towards him in his life. He looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, hitting his face on a branch. “Ow!” He complained, standing up after that. “H-Hi, honey, uh… You’re early.” (Name) sighed and closed her eyes. This man was always up to something. “Do I want to know what this is?” That was the second most-asked question Peter ever heard. He placed his hands in his back pockets and looked at the tree before turning his head and gazing at his lady. “It’s a Christmas tree!&#

The queen gazed outside the palace windows, wearing a lovely yellow sundress. She sighed as she watched the people bustle through their daily lives without a care in the world, without anything being “off” to them. This was their life, and it was easy and clean. She, the one who was technically their ruler, envied them, truly. “I sense that something is… Upsetting you.” His deep, accented voice rang out. Of course, to the people of Wakanda, it wasn’t an accent. It was, again, their life. Their culture, just… Theirs. She was the outcast here, not them. She was the one with the accent. Queen (NameR