A Faerie Introduces Himself. Then, Holding Out A Hand, Asks, “And Your Name, Please?”

Period and Dads. -I was dying of laughter.

Know Who You Are

Summary: In which you come home and remind Bucky who he is. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,081 

A/N: Inspired by Know Who You Are from the Moana soundtrack. This was supposed to be a drabble, but apparently I’m no good at the whole short and sweet thing. 

@avengerstories - you’ll forever be my editing hero

If a man tortured by his nightmares is crying and no one is around to hear him, does he actually make a sound?

For months, the answer to that question was no.

No one knew about the way Bucky thrashed around like a madman in his sleep. They had no clue that the blankets that covered him became a cage that he couldn’t escape every night. They didn’t realize that his mind was exactly the same.

They didn’t know that he woke up with tears in his eyes that he didn’t remember shedding. They failed to hear him shout for the help that wasn’t coming. They were unaware that the first thing he did when he woke up was jump out of bed and search his surroundings, looking for the evil monster that lurked in his dreams. They were never there to watch the light leave his azure eyes when he looked in the mirror and realized that the monster he was running from was himself.

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Why can I actually picture Stiles doing this?

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Character: Francis (Ajax) Freeman Summary: was kind of worried to write this dude cuz he’s an asshole and tortures people and fucked Wade’s life up but then again he’s kind of cute so… don’t judge me and don’t judge the chick/dude that requested this, without further adieu- this thing is essentially Francis spontaneously being able to feel thanks to the reader (idk how man, it’s a fan fiction, just roll with it) Words: 700

“I swear to god, if I die wearing this I’m going to come back and haunt everyone’s arses!” she called out, struggling against the metal chains that bit into her bruised skin, the cool steel table digging into her spine as warm blood trickled down her face and arms. There was no answer from the damp grey room, just the consistent dripping of water in the corner and the scurrying of rats underneath her. Her hair stood on end as a breeze brushed against her from the vent in the roof, the metallic taste of blood and the scent of urine and sterile medical equipment choking her slightly. Everything ached and she could hardly move, tears of frustration pricked at the back of her wide eyes, but she refused to let them fall. They could torture her all they wanted, but she refused to cry. The burning of her wounds only added to the angry fire pooling in her stomach; how dare they do this to her, to any of them. She hadn’t even been one of the idiots that agreed to this, they’d taken her from her apartment (while she’d been on tumblr in her pink unicorn onesie no less). A flush spread across her cheeks as her jaw worked, scowl marring her pretty face.

“Now now sweetheart, no one said anythin’ about dyin’, well…unless the tests don’t work that is,” a smug British accent sounded from her right and she whipped her head over, wincing as her ears rang.

The mans face morphed into surprise for a mere second before schooling back into a smug smirk.

She supposed he would’ve been attractive; he had those pretty pale blue eyes that shone like glass, killer cheekbones, and was at least 6 foot 2. He would’ve been attractive, if he hadn’t been holding a giant scalpel and if he hadn’t been responsible for putting her in that hell hole.

“You’re really laying it on thick you know,” she wheezed and one of his eyebrows shot up. “Abandoned warehouse, blood stained lab coat, god you’re even British! Why are all the bad guys English?”

His smirk twitched into a smile for a second, before he paced towards her, shoes clicking loudly on the cement floor. “Let me guess, you’ve got some tragic backstory to go along with it too? Some shitty reason for you turning evil?”

He chuckled, before nodding lightly and leaning against the metal bed that creaked under his weight. “I suppose you could say that. Got my mutant genes activated, unfortunately for me, that fried the fuck out of my nerve endings. Can’t feel a thing anymore.”

“Wow. Sex must suck, or well…not suck I suppose, no point in sucking anym-OW! Hey, what was that for?” he dragged the scalpel down her arm, blood welling up around it and staining the tips of his fingers, which lightly brushed against her skin until-

“What the fuck,” he breathed out, hand snapping towards his chest as he cradled it, staring at her with wide eyes.

Everything was still for a moment, even the scurrying rats stopped moving. With a shaking arm he reached towards her face, palm cupping her cheek and she heard him take in a sharp breath, swearing quietly. “I-I can feel you.”

His fingers were rough and calloused, but his palm was warm and comforting in an odd way. Having been locked away for what must have been a week had really deprived her of human contact, she supposed, if she was enjoying the touch of some crazy guy.

“Does this mean you’re not gonna kill me or…?” The chains on her bed were ripped off instantly and she was flung into a warm, hard muscled chest as his arms wrapped around her, face pressing into the crook of her neck. His hot breath caused a rush of goose bumps to erupt and she silently prayed that he couldn’t feel that, his ego evidently did not need another boost.

“Sure, won’t kill you, just…can you hug me for a second?”

She had to bite back a grin.

“The bad guy likes hugs? Who would’ve known,” her hair ruffled as he huffed out a laugh, squeezing her tightly.

31 days of Imagines || Write Every Day in August ||Day 18|| SUPERSTAR (pt. 1)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Request: No Warning: None, i think… just some very vague description of what happens at conventions Word Count: 1,894

A/N: As all of my other Sebastian imagines, this will have a part 2 which will be uploaded later (i swear i will try my best to post this tonight)

(can we just talk about how hot/cute/adorable he looks in this omg my ovaries are exploding)

SUPERSTAR

(again this is based on a song, this time it’s SuperStar by Taylor Swift{my bae}, if you’d like to listen to this song i’ll link it

here 

[i swear fetus taylor swift is everything])

This is wrong but I can’t help but feel like There ain’t nothing more right babe Misty morning comes again and I can’t Help but wish I could see your face

Every day, when Y/N wakes up, the first thing she does is grab her phone. She checks Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, even Tumblr; for updates on her favorite actor. She likes, comments, shares, reblogs everything with the name Sebastian Stan in it. Like every other fangirl, she imagines what her life would be like if she met him, if somehow, he fell in love with her. But she always shook that thought out of her head, she had just turned 21, and he was 34. The age gap was not that big, but it was something. She always made up different scenarios, where he spilled coffee on her, where he saw her walking and just had to talk to her.  The fact that they both lived in the same city made it a little more possible for them to meet. She knew it was highly unlikely that she’d ever met him; but hey, a girl can dream.

And I knew from the first note played I’d be breaking all my rules to see you You smile that beautiful smile and All the girls in the front row scream your name

When she first found out that he was attending a convention in New York, she immediately bought a VIP Admission ticket, Autograph and Photo Op as well. She read that he was going to be attending two days in a row, so she bought everything so she could meet him both days. She had been saving money to go on a trip with her friends, but this was way more important. It was the chance of a lifetime.

When the day came, she was ready. She hadn’t slept well the night before, but she could hide it with concealer. What she couldn’t hide, was her smile. She was so excited she was going to meet him, finally, after so many years of dreaming about him, seeing him on a screen, she was finally going to see him face to face. She was going to hear his voice, his laugh, see him run his hand through his hair. And she couldn’t be more excited.

FEW WEEKS LATER

 She walked into the convention center, so many people were there, it was almost difficult to walk. She was there specifically to go to the Captain America: Civil War panel, which Sebastian was going to be in. The panel was supposed to start at 3:00 PM, it would finish at 4:45 and then the cast were doing signing and photos. She was there super early. She was wearing a black tee with The Winter Soldier’s silhouette and the words “Who the hell is Bucky?” The line to the CA:CW panel wasn’t that long, so hopefully she was going to have a nice seat. When the clock struck 2:30 the people who worked there opened the doors and started letting people in; there were about 150 people in front of Y/N, so she was on the first seat of the third road.

All the lights were off and a new exclusive trailer of the movie began on one of the big screens.

Quickly, many people took out their cameras and started recording the trailer; but she couldn’t move, she was in awe. He looked so good as Bucky, long hair really looked good on him. As the trailer ended, a guy walked up with a microphone.

“Hello, MovieCon 2016! Are you excited? Let me hear you!” he said and suddenly the whole crowd erupted in screams and applause. “Alright! Let’s start this party already, he’s beauty, he’s grace, he’s Mr. United States, please welcome Chris Evans who’s playing Captain America!” Chris walked on stage and everyone started screaming again. Y/N took her camera and snapped a few shots of him. “Now… only one person besides Batman can actually buy his powers, and that’s the one and only Mr. Tony Stark. Robert Downey Jr., ladies and gentlemen!” RDJ walked out waving and the room was filled with laughter and screaming. He bowed down before he sat next to Chris. He then continued with Scarlett, Elizabeth, Paul Rudd, Jeremy, Tom Holland, Paul Bettany, Don Cheadle, Chadwick Boseman and Mackie; there was only one seat left.

“Now… we have one seat left, does anybody know who’s gonna sit on that chair?” Y/N’s heart started beating fast, she knew exactly who it was. The crowd cheered and stood up “He’s Captain America’s best friend; HYDRA’s best trained assassin; give it up for Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes!” Y/N quickly stood up and started screaming. He looked so beautiful, his hair fell perfectly, nothing was out of place; he had the brightest smile on his face, he was waving at the crowd. When he sat down the rest of the crowd did the same thing, but Y/N was still standing. And she looked at him with such admiration and adoration. She realized he was so in love with him, he made her heart skip a beat, her cheeks got red every time she saw a picture of him, and she couldn’t help but smile when she saw that he was just a few meters away.

The girl next to her tapped her arm, bringing her back to real life, Y/N turned to look at her

“Are you okay?” the girl asked “You’re crying” she pointed out. Y/N touched her cheeks, she didn’t even realized that she was crying until that moment, she turned to the girl and nodded, looking around the room and she saw that everyone was sitting, she quickly sat down, not wanting to get any attention. She looked towards the table where all the actors were sitting and she could’ve sworn Sebastian was looking at her but rapidly turned his gaze somewhere else.

The guy hosting the panel started asking them some questions about the movie, how they felt about being a part of such a big project, etc.

“Now, Sebastian… personally, and I think a lot of people will agree with me, I think The Winter Soldier is such a complex character, but is also one of the most loved ones from fans, how do you not let any of the issues, the problems that Winter Soldier has get to you?”

“Well… when I first knew that they wanted me back for the Winter Soldier movie, they told me that I might get too much into the character, you know? And I knew that it usually happens with actor who play very difficult characters…” Y/N immediately thought about Heath Ledger(ily bae), “like some of us think, happened with Heath Ledger when he portrayed The Joker” she couldn’t help but smile, it was like they were connected. “I’m just really grateful that I have such incredible cast mates who’d cheer me up every day, uhm… I’d listen to music, and basically… yeah, the cast and crew really did help me get distracted after every day of filming” she smiled proudly at him.

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like I can’t take my eyes off of you

“Okay… what do you say, should we start with questions from the fans?” the host asked everyone on stage and they all nodded, “so each of you will choose one person to come up on stage and ask the question, alright?” Again, the whole cast nodded “who wants to ask some questions?” Immediately everyone lifted their hands, including Y/N. The cast got up from their seats and started walking around the room, hugging fans, some even accepted to take selfies. She kept her gaze locked on Sebastian; he was searching around the room for someone. He started walking towards the left side of the room, where she was sitting. Quickly a lot of people rose up from their seats to get a picture of him. He stopped many times to get pictures with people(can you actually do this? Idk ive never been in one), and she was happy to see that so many people loved him as much as she did. He started walking again, stopping a few more times before he got to where he wanted to go.

Which was right in front of her.

“Hey, do you want to come up with me?” his voice sounded like a whisper, she couldn’t breathe. His blue eyes looked at her, waiting for her to answer. But she was in awe, she couldn’t talk. Her eyes were wide open, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, so instead she nodded. He smiled widely at her and took her hand; he started leading them towards the stage, never letting go of her hand. He glanced back at her, smiling at her again. “Nice shirt, by the way” he said

“T-thank you” she said smiling at him. She felt her cheeks get red, she never in a million years, thought that this would actually happen to her. They got to the stage and he offered his seat for her. She thanked him again and sat down, he stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Okay… everyone’s ready?” Everyone nodded and said yes “Alright, let’s start with you,” he said handing the microphone to the guy Chris Evans chose

“Hi, my question is for Chris, what’s something no one knows about you?” the guy asked and some started laughing.

“Uh… well, I grew up tap dancing, my mother was a tap dancer and made a tap floor on our basement, so I grew up with tap lessons” he said and everyone started laughing slightly

“Great, who’s next?” The host said pointing at the girl RDJ chose

“My question is for Paul Rudd, and I wanted to know… what annoys you most?” she said and Paul started laughing

“Great question, let me think about this for a second… uh, when people serve things on paper plates, I don’t like… I understand the convenience of paper plates, like when you’re on a picnic, but when someone serves something on paper plates that doesn’t need to be served on paper plates… I just don’t like it at all” he said shaking his head and everyone laughed again.

The questions kept going in the order the celebrities were seating, next it was Scarlett’s, then Elizabeth’s and so on. It was now turn for Mackie’s girl, all of the celebrities were sitting at the table except for Sebastian, who was standing behind Y/N.

“Hi, my question is for everyone, and it’s Snog, Marry, Avoid. With Bucky, Black Widow and Vision” immediately everyone started screaming and laughing. Y/N giggled and looked at Sebastian behind her, who looked at her too and winked at her. She smiled wider and looked down to everyone else, blushing. While the cast was giving their answers Sebastian leaned down and rested his elbows on the back of the chair, with his face next to Y/N’s.

“You have really pretty eyes, I can’t seem to keep mine off of you” he whispered in her ear and she held her breath. He left a small kiss on her ear, right on time to hear Mackie’s answer.

(i got the questions from an mtv video)

Attention

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2dwgHlG

by ShadowhuntersTeenwolf

Request: Alec is trying to read up on important research for a mission, but Magnus is in a playful mood and not to ignored, uses his magic to strip Alec of his clothing, one item at a time

Words: 3371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Additional Tags: Smut, Fingering, Doggy Style, Magic

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2dwgHlG

a show of trust - steter

for @detektywpikachu who asked for steter plus stiles gets a haircut from peter                            

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The first time it happens it’s a case of a necessary evil. Not even a “cut a lock of hair for a spell” scenario though. Oh no. It’s more of a “cut all the hair off before the gunk sinks into Stiles’ skin and melts his brain” kind of situation.

Either way, Stiles doesn’t give a fuck about how or who or what with. He’d do it himself if he had eyes on the back of his head to make sure he doesn’t miss a spot.

He rocked a buzzcut for years and although he’ll miss the “artful bed-head” - as his dad started to call it, - it’s a small price to pay for his continued ability to live.

So he glares at where Lydia and Erica are fighting over the scissors and comb, then ends their squabbling with one sentence.

“Peter,” he calls, addressing the man who’s been observing the situation from his usual perch on the stairs,“ will you do the honors?”

Peter smiles at him, pleased and triumphant in the face of Lydia’s and Erica’s protests, and follows Stiles to the bathroom.

Somehow, when Peter’s done, and Stiles’ hair is cropped short again he looks better than he ever did sporting a buzzcut.

–

The next time it happens Stiles’ life isn’t under threat any more than on any other regular old Tuesday and it’s Peter who offers.

Granted, the main reason for it could be the fact that Stiles sprained his right wrist in a fight two weeks ago and his hair was getting out of hand.

He could go to a barber. He had every intention to do it, too. But.

He’s sprawled on Peter’s couch in the man’s apartment, taking advantage of Peter’s Disney+ subscription. They are friends, these days, and binge-watching the Mandalorian and hanging out is one of the things they do.

And so is snuggling, which they both attribute to Peter’s pack instincts while ignoring the elephant in the room that is the thing growing between them.  

As it is, Stiles must have shoved his hair one time too many into Peter’s face because Stiles finds himself being playfully pushed away by the application of hand to face until he finds himself half sprawled in Peter’s lap.

Before Stiles can question the sudden change in position, all done in a way that somehow avoided him landing on his injured writs, Peter tugs at his hair gently.

“I’m sorry to say this, sweetheart, but this birdnest on your head you call hair needs to be trimmed down into something more suitable for your pretty face.” Before Stiles could protest, squawk, or even agree, Peter continued, “I can do it for you right now, if you want?”

Which is how Stiles finds himself in Peter’s bathroom, perched on one of the stools from Peter’s kitchen, the brush of the comb and snipping of scissors making for the ambiance.

It’s… strangely intimate, more intimate than hugging or cuddling somehow and Stiles can’t explain why.

He’s been nose to chest with Peter before, they’ve been friends for years now, packmates. They train, they roughhouse, they sprawl over each other as they watched TV the same way Stiles does with Scott, Derek, Kira, Boyd and everyone else. Though he and Jackson don’t snuggle. Ever. There’s no proof.

But here and now, with Peter standing between Stiles’ legs as he cuts the hair at the front of Stiles’ head, his movements sure and precise because it’s just another thing he’s ridiculously good at–

There’s tension building up, and Stiles can’t be sure if Peter feels it too, how strange, how edge-teetering it is for them, suspended in limbo as they are between friendship and more and how to bridge the gap.

But maybe Peter feels it just as keenly in the silence that has befallen. Maybe he knows just as well as Stiles does that this could be the moment because he doesn’t protest when Stiles’ hands settle on his hips, holding him, squeezing gently. He doesn’t admonish Stiles to be careful when Stiles lifts his head to look at Peter, the scissors and comb having already been put away so Peter’s hands are free to cradle Stiles jaw.

Peter’s smile is soft, barely-there and so much more real for it and somehow it’s the easiest thing in the world for Stiles to tip his head a little higher and meet Peter halfway.

–

“Did you plan it?”

“I hoped.”

–

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