GOTG: You're Perfect To Me Rocket x Reader Part 2THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS!!!
Hey guys, sorry I took kinda long to upload this. I've been busy with volunteer work, dance class stuff, and I just had my quinceañera.
You were relieved that Ronan is dead and Xander was saved. Xanderians were happy and relieved as well. Yondu took the fake orb that Peter gave him. You and the gang were just letting out a deep breath. Your whole body was aching, but that didn't stop you from noticing your small furry friend crying over the loss of his friend. You went over to sit next to Rocket, which was painful to do. Damn it hurts to sit down! Shit! This is gonna hurt in the morning! He noticed you, but didn't say anything. Hi sobbing grew quieter as he tried to hold back his grief. Your hand slowly and gently began to pet his head. His fur felt softer than anything else. He shot his head up and looked at you. You gave him a small smile reassuring him that it was ok to cry. Rocket began to cry a bit more louder again. You wrapped an arm
[toasters and such] (Steve x BFF!Reader x Bucky)AN: NO I DID NOT WANT TO PUT "BFF" IN THE TITLE I RAN OUT OF SPACE OK
Kinda OOC i suppose? I mean I don't think they'd be this dumb but Buck's fresh outta therapy and Steve's not all stupid but artistic liberty, right??
"Obviously, Steve, I always make the better decision! I'm right! I got us out of our latest struggle and-"
"I have a better moral code! I choose the best way-"
"I'm better looking!"
"I have more fans!"
"I have a fucking metal arm!"
"I have a shiel-" Steve never finishes his proclamation when you butt in.
"Boys?" you groan, looking at them incredulously. "What in the name of the seven hells are you two arguing about?!"
"Steve says the toaster is the better kitchen appliance-"
"Which it is!"
"-when it's obviously the microwave!"
You swallow down the emerging cackle when you realize the looks on each of the boy's faces are completely serious.
"Wait, wait, are you two fighting about kitchen appliances? Seriously?" You gape at the two usually unseperable and good (be
Avengers x Teen!Reader Chapter 1(f/n)-first name
(s/f/c)-second favorite color
“"Would you like for the others to come in?" She asked.
"Yes please" your mother answered.
The doctor got up and walked to the door. She opened it and let in.....
Odin, Frigga, Thor, and Loki.
They walk into the room your parents were in and all of them smiled.
"So is it a girl or a boy?" Frigga asked with an exciting smile on her.
"It is a girl" your father and mother answered together.
"Oh how wonderful! I am so happy for you both!" Frigga squealed.
"Congratulation to you both" Odin smiled.
Even though Odin and Frigga were very joyful, young Thor and Loki frowned finding out you were a girl. They thought you would be a boy and help them with pranks or fighting. Your mother saw their faces and giggled.
"Do not worry boy I am sure you all will be able to have same amount of fun if she was a boy" your
Bucky X Reader: Facing My Demons (part 1)He'd been holding on by a thread. A thread that was wearing thin. But he couldn't. . .no, wouldn't let it slip away from him. Not again.
He knew that man. The man in the red, white, and blue suit. The man with the big round shield baring those same colors. The man who said he was his friend and called him by a name he faintly remembered. A name that floated in a haze in the back of his mind. James Buchanan Barnes. And now all he wanted was answers.
The scientists, they thought him a mindless experiment. They've controlled him for so long. And every time he said something they didn't like, they wiped his memory again. It was painful, but what could he do? There was no fighting back. They owned him. And he let them.
But that didn't mean he couldn't keep holding onto that thread. He didn't have to dive into the water and pull him out.
He wanted to save him because. . .some where in his mind, he felt he needed to. He felt almost. . . protective of him.
Hell, when he was on top of the ma
BBC Sherlock x Angel!Kid!Reader pt.2 John and Sherlock sat on their respective armchairs while (y/n) sat on the couch playing with Sherlock's violin in wonder and curiosity (somehow she was able to convince him). Sherlock had been on his laptop researching supernatural things since (y/n) claims that at least 98% of it's true. John was doing the same thing. If there were demons and other evil creatures that were said to be myth out there, then he needs to know all he can about them.
Suddenly, all three of them heard something that sounded like a flutter of wings in the room. They all look to the source of the sound and see a man in a trench coat. He had a suit on but the top was sort of sloppy along with a tie. (y/n) gasped and dropped the violin (luckily it didn't hurt the violin ). "Cassy!" she squealed and ran up to the tall man as he picked her up and hugged her. "Hello, sister. It is nice to see you again." Castiel said with a smile. He turns to the two men in the room. "And I see you foun
BBC Sherlock x Angel!Kid!Reader Ch.1(AN: It had to be done! I REGRET NOTHING!!! STILL WORKING ON MY OTHER FICS!!! MIGHT MAKE IT A SUPERLOCK FIC BUT I AM NOT THAT FAR IN THE SERIES YET! PLEASE DON'T GET MAD AT MY KNOWLEDGE!! WHY AM I YELLING!?)
Well this is just bloddy fantastic. Would it kill Sherlock to tell me what I'm looking for? Really?, John thought as he walked through an old factory that clearly has seen better days. He suddenly sees a dark figure run past him that clearly wasn't Sherlock. "Stop!" John yelled and, surprisingly, the figure stopped. Sherlock came running into the seen when he heard John yelling. John held out his gun. "Put your hands up." he commanded and the figure obliged. When Sherlock and John got closer to said figure, they saw the man they were looking for, James Moriarty.
"Well, this wasn't supposed to happen. Oh well." Moriarty said coolly. Then he smiled deviously. "I guess I'l have to send you guys to hell!" That's when
The Pretty Bird Diaval x Shadowcursed! Reader 2Chapter 2
Three years later
It was three years since you had been banished to the Moors, and you and Raven had become good friends. You had attempted to name him, but nothing really fit. So you called him Raven. He often showed himself, especially when you were lonely. You admired his lovely dark glossy feathers and shining brown-orange eyes. Occasionally, he would let you pet him, most times it was when you were down after a verbal beating from the faeries. If anything, they had gotten worse since she had first come.
Now that darkness had shrouded the Moors, the faeries had become used to the dark and were no longer afraid of you. On one occasion, instead of just verbally abusing you, six small pixies had gathered around you in a circle and started to snap at you and hit you with their tiny hands and pull your hair. You had lashed out accidently and a tiny black tendrils gripped onto the lead faerie’s leg, slowly making its way up. She shrieked and tried to shake it off. Once yo