Might As Well Live, Laugh, Lobotomy Since Ao3 Is Down.

The Deal

Summary: The reader is on vacation when the bank she’s in gets held up. Only they aren’t there for the money, they’re there for her. Her only option to get through this might be a little help from one of her kidnappers but even he isn’t exactly what he seems…

Square: Kidnapping

Pairing: Criminal!Dean x reader

Word Count: 18,200ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of murder/assualt

A/N: This fic has some darker elements to it (it’s not too dark but at some points it gets there) so please head the warnings!

A/N #2: Written for @spngenrebingo

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

shape up, boys - 2

?? x f!reader

summary: not necessarily looking to date anyone at all, the reader finds herself in a love triangle.. or is it a square?

warnings: none yet

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Met Gala 2022 - (2022)

What Sebastian Stan wore at the 2022 edition of the Met Gala is not exactly what I expected for a Gilded Age themed event. Let’s say I had in mind something closer to the artworks above but that’s just me 😳 (I’m happy he had fun in his pink outfit that night, though 😁)

listened to Bohemian Rhapsody today… i’m so very sorry

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Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: What happens when Poe looks for a new roommate only to find someone who he thinks could be the one. Will he confess or will he be too late?

A/n: guys the summary is ehh but we’ll go with it (if you want to be tagged send me an ask🙂)

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

More to be added…

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bucky’s backpack is full of treasures

Something about it felt like home somehow

Pairing: Mafia!Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: You were only meant to be a pawn in his kingdom…until he made you queen.

Warnings: Violence, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

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Chapter 1

“What are you doing here?” The young Nick looked puzzled to see you. As the future leader of the empire, he had different training and education than the normal child his age. He was homeschooled due to the danger of the outside world. At eight years old, he could speak two languages fluently, and was starting to learn how to write in Chinese. He was also cultured when it came to art and literature. He even had his own instructor for his posture, teaching him how to walk as if he was the prince himself, how to hold himself during luncheon and formal dinner, and how to behave as if he had blue blood running through his veins. His father had declared when he was merely learning how to crawl that no child of him would be mistaken for a barbarian. That being said, he was also being taught how to hold a knife properly, which gun to pick for whatever reason he needed to, and how to protect himself using his own body.

The irony, he thought.

Which brought him to his unanswered question; what were you doing in his training room?

“What is she doing here?” He asked his trainer, Alarick, his eyes never leaving you. The last time he saw you was two weeks ago. He would admit that you looked better now. You looked healthier, the bruises had faded and your bones were no longer protruding dangerously. Yet, you looked angrier than before.

He noticed that you were wearing the same training clothes that he was wearing. Your hair was in a ponytail, baring your irate face at him.

“She’s going to be training with you from now on,” Alarick stated as he looked at the two children in front of him with an amused smirk. He could already feel the headache coming. See, Nick was an only child. And although his father was an authoritarian through and through, his beloved mother gave him everything his heart desired. His father was hard on him in total opposite of his mother. Nick had almost non-existent friends, saved for Theodore’s only daughter, the beautiful Eris. He was surrounded by adults all his life and he never knew how to act like a child his age.

And thus, he never knew how to share.

“Why? She’s only going to slow us down-“

“Don’t act tough, tiny child. I saw you ran away from your family dog just minutes ago,” you sneered at him. You really did see him and it was comical seeing him ran away for his life from a chihuahua.

You wouldn’t have brought it up if he hadn’t tried his little act. Perhaps, it was your time on the streets that made you not take anyone’s shit. You had to be tough, or else they would eat you alive. You had survived just fine then, you would survive even better now.

You would bleed first before anyone could ever lay their hands on you. Not even this little, brat boy standing in front of you could hurt you.

“Wh-what? No I didn’t!” Nick sputtered, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment. “He was chasing me!”

You nodded, your expression bored. “Okay. I also definitely didn’t see you running away from the cat yesterday.”

Nick’s relationship with you was bumpy and shaky at first. It didn’t help his little pride that you kept beating him at practice combat. You never held back your punches, your fists and legs were precise that it angered him enough to ask you after training the reason why.

“What are they feeding you over at Theodore’s?! Why are you SO. FREAKING. STRONG?” He bellowed at your seated form on the floor. It was almost a month since the two of you started, and yet he never managed to beat you. Not even once.

You watched him as you drank from your water bottle. You found him amusing, although your face betrayed none of your emotions. He was huffing in front of you, his small hands balled into a fist.

“I’m angry,” you answered him nonchalantly, watching him become confused with your response.

“What?”

“I’m strong because I have too much anger in me,” you explained to him slowly. And you truly believed that. How else would you explain the burning pain in your heart every night? How else would you explain why you couldn’t breathe each night?

Nick blinked at you slowly, processing what you said before sitting beside you. “Are you angry because of the bad kids who hurt you before?”

You shrugged your dainty shoulders. “Partly.”

“And the other part?”

“I miss my mom.”

“Where is she?” Nick ask in confusion. If you missed her so much, why did you not go to her? In his young mind, the solution was simple. Whenever he wanted his mother’s attention, he would simply go to her. Why couldn’t you? “Why don’t you go to her?”

You turned to look at him, your voice empty as you said, “Because she’s dead.”

He realized that he disliked the hollowness he found in your eyes. In his world, what he wanted, he often got. He knew he couldn’t do anything about your mother. He couldn’t bring her back. But the other thing that angered you, he could do something about it.

He would do something about it.

He did something about it.

Because came the next training, he showed up sporting a busted lip with a satisfied smirk on his face. When you asked him about it, he told you that they couldn’t hurt you anymore.

That night, you slept without any terrifying nightmares.

That night also changed the dynamics between the you and Nick. Of course, the two of you did not train the whole time. There were days when he would hang out with you on the grounds, basking on the warmth of the sun. Whenever Eris was done with her endless classes similar to Nick’s, she would join the two of you. You liked her, you decided once you got to know her better. She was softer than you and Nick. Eris’ voice was like a melody, and her smile was like the sun. She didn’t treat you as though you were below her. Truthfully, she treated you like her own sister.

Yet, you knew you weren’t there to be her sister. You were brought here to protect her, to be her shadow, to take a bullet for her. That was precisely why you were training with the mafia heir himself.

“I swear, you two are like joined to the hip or something,” Eris teased as she sat down on the grass. She was like a princess with her long hair and dress tucked demurely underneath her.

“He’s the clingy one,” you mumbled from your nap, your arm blocking the sun.

“She’s the clingier one,” Nick shot back before flashing his signature smile to Eris. “How’s your classes, princess?”

Eris rolled her eyes, “They’re endless. I wish I could hang out with the two of you.”

“They’re the worst, right?”

She nodded sadly before she looked at the two of you. “But I do like the power knowledge gives me,” she stated before looking thoughtful. “If you aren’t to be the leader, what would you want to be when you grow up?”

Nick grinned before answering smugly, “With my looks, I can be a model.”

“You can’t,” you protested sleepily. “You’re small.”

“I’m only eight! Mother said I’ll still grow taller! JUST YOU WAIT! I’LL BE TALLER THAN YOU!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was the highlight of your day whenever you saw him annoyed. He was easy to irate. It was true, though. You were taller in comparison to Nick and Eris precisely because you were older than them by two years.

“Sure, you will, tiny kid.”

You flashed him your smile before chuckling with Eris. Nick’s cheeks were red with embarrassment and annoyance.

“I really will! And by then you cannot and must not call me tiny!”

“Okay,” you answered with smile on your face.

He huffed and looked at you with indignation. “Fine. If I won’t be a model, I’ll be an engineer.”

You finally sat up before stretching your limbs, “You’re bad at math, though.”

“Really?! Then are you good at math? What’s 7 plus 87, then?!”

“95!” You answered confidently.

“It’s 93!”

Eris watched the two of you with disbelief in her face. “You’re both bad at math. It’s 94,” she corrected the two of you with deadpanned voice.

You both looked at her, blinking owlishly before you counted using your fingers.

“What about you? What do you want to be when you grow up Y/N?”

Your eyes twinkled, “Florist.”

“Really?” Nick asked in disbelief. You, the strong yet bad at math friend of his, wanted to become a florist?

“Yes. I wanna arrange flowers and own a shop and sell them and become rich.”

“If that’s the case, we’ll be your first customers,” Eris pronounced, fully believing in your dreams.

“From now on, I’ll call you petal,” Nick chuckled teasingly, he couldn’t yet wrap his head at the fact that you wanted to do that. He couldn’t imagine you doing that, to be honest. It was so far from your strong personality.

“No. Do not call me that!”

“Too late, petal!”

“I will beat your ass, you midget-“

Nick turned to Eris, fully ignoring you. “What about you, princess? What’s your dream?”

“My dream?” Eris repeated before looking at the sky with a sweet smile on her face. “My dream is to rule the world,” she said softly.

Next Chapter

My Kingdom Come

Book 1: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, End

Book 2: Prologue

Ugly.

That was how Nick described you.

The first time Nicholas Fowler saw you, you were a ragged, thin child with an anarchic excuse for a hair. You were dirty, borderline malnourished, and disgusting. To be frank, he was revolted when he first laid eyes on you. But your eyes were what called him to you. You eyes were so melancholic, and yet so angry as though you were promised revenge.

He thought you looked like a rat that lived in the canals.

He also thought that you looked like a warrior princess.

The grownups were talking. The man you were with, his father’s second-in-command, Theodore was introducing you to his father. Nick’s father was expressionless as he observed the little girl in front of him.

“I got her from the streets. She was being bullied by the other children. But this girl,” Theodore placed his hand on your thin shoulder, his expression proud. “This girl managed to make the biggest bully bleed.”

His father, the ever stoic head of the mafia, looked down at you and held your eyes. Nick held his own breath as he waited for his father’s verdict. Yet you, the little thing his father could stomped with his feet, met his eyes with unwavering strength.

No one dared say a word. After what felt like forever, the boss suddenly tilted his lips up. He walked closer to the child and lifted your chin up.

“Well done, child,” his father praised. And the words he said after that sealed your fate. “Welcome to the family.”

A/N: This is a childhood friends to lover story. The first book will focus on how they grow up together. This is a slowburn, mafia story. Let me know what you think~

-William Wordsworth