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You hummed to yourself as you moved in between the aisles of the small store. Picking out what things you needed and what things had caught your eye. But most importantly you were just trying to restock your house with food that wasn’t expired. “Alright…” you said to yourself as you looked down at the basket on your arm. “I think thats everything..” you trailed off as you took out your list and looked over it. “Hmm….” you looked between the list and your groceries, checking off everything in your head. You smiled and nodded as you saw that you had everything. “Alright thats all-&

T'Challa x fem!Reader this partially doesn't make sense bc it's 3am. I hope y'all like it ;-; CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR !!!!!!SPOILERS!!!!! ------------------------------------------ "(Name), we have a guest." You looked up at Natasha and then at the person she brought. You immediately looked down, feeling flustered. He is extremely handsome. "This is T'Challa, king of Wakanda, and Black Panther." Natasha pointed at him and then at you. "This is (Name), one of our best agents out there. She'll be training you soon enough." Natasha smirked, giving you the "I know what you're thinking" face. You almost glared at her before T'Challa he

Note: This fiction contains Captain America: Civil War spoilers! (Name) had to turn the news off for the third time, that afternoon. The endless downpour of "The Avengers are evil", "Captain America is a criminal", and "Vigilante superheroes are pursuing convicted felon James Barnes" swamped the television. It was nerve-wracking, and frustrating beyond physical understanding. And how she was stuck at home. A lovely home, filled with amenities few had, but stuck nonetheless. After T'Challa's father had been killed, her father-in-law, he asked her to stay home in his own, sweet-ish way. "It is too dangerous where I fight. You are to stay her

WARNING! THIS ONE SHOT TAKES PLACE LATER IN GAME. IF YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO AT LEAST THE LAST 4 CHAPTERS OF TEW, IT WILL CONTAIN SOME SPOLIERS!!!!!!! WITH THAT BEING SAID, PLEASE ENJOY SOME ANGSTY FEELS ! “He’s missing, not dead. Quit talking about him as if he’s dead, (Name).” Sebastian looked over his shoulder at your hesitant form following behind him. To say that you were discouraged and terrified of Joseph’s well being after being shot by Juli would be an understatement. He could see it in your eyes that you were desperately trying to believe that Joseph was alright, but with each passing moment he could se

_____________ had always been a foreign sort of girl to Hannibal. She was beautiful and extraordinarily creative. Her perspective on things was quite refreshing to him. It wasn't the same, typical story you'd hear from someone who had gone mad. But he knew she wasn't deranged. She was in fact quite rational, and brilliant. She was peculiar, perhaps, but not insane. She rested in the velvety chair, running her hands along the waxy wooden arms. Her fingertips ghosted along the smooth carvings along the sides. She glanced around the library, looking at the various titles. The shelves were swathed in anatomy books, but occasionally there was a

“You shouldn’t let her treat you like this” (e/c) examined a darkly bruised eye, an ice pack in hand. “I know, (y/n)” Harley’s blue eyes looked up at his friend. “But, I can’t help but love Miss J.” He smiled a bit awkwardly shaking blond fringe from his face. A sigh came from the other side of the of the two best friends. Ivy was sitting on (y/n) counter, she was the one who brought the silly blond to her house after the second physical fight between Harley and the Joker. Harley looked a lot worse when he first got here, but luckily (y/n) stopped the bleeding on his lip and was now just

 This was a bit inspired by Halloween's remake of a particular scene where Michael meets a child. I haven't seen the remake but I heard its decent. I would love to see it but I prefer more of the original version. Either way, let's enjoy this one shot with Mikey! Halloween (c) John Carpenter You (c) yourself You eyed the tall man in front of you. You knew you weren't supposed to speak to strangers as your parents have taught you but you couldn't help but gawk at how tall this guy was. He was dressed in what looked like a mechanic suit with a hood on. He stared down at you inquisitively, as if you were a new specimen he didn't see. Yo

     You sat on the bottom end of the tee-ter-totter, head bent down as you fiddled with the buttons of your overalls. You hated over alls, but your momma wouldnt let you wear your favorite {skirt/trousers}. Overalls made you look stupid.     Abandoning the buttons, you rose your head and looked around the school playground. It was recess but no on was on the swings or monkey bars. No, they were all gathered at the corner of the playground in a tight circle, yelling mean things. You squinted your eyes and stood up, your tired legs moving you closer to the scene. None of the other kids took notice of you as you stared, your squinting eyes tr