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 Chapter 3: Memories You woke up with your lazy eyelids still half open. You stared around the room; you frowned not remembering how you got there. You closed your eyes still frowning as you tried to recall last night’s events. That’s when it hit you and your face when crimson red. Dave had proposed to you. You knew he was serious when he took his shades off but like the day before you simply brushed it as a joke, a horrible joke at that. You sighed and slammed a nearby pillow against your warm face in a attempt to cool it down. The room went quiet and that when you noticed another persons breathing that wasn’t your own. A

You looked out upon the glistening ocean, watching its waves reach the shore in repetitive movements. Each wave that you saw wash towards you had begun somewhere far off, and had managed to continue forward, persevering for hundreds of miles only to meet its end on the damp sand that was the beach. You wished that you had that sort of perseverance, you wished that you were able to move forward and never look back. Your feet rested mere inches from the water's edge, not daring to step any closer; you knew better. Your lusus had warned you countless times of the dangers that lie beneath the ocean's surface, of all the bloodthirsty sea-dwellin

Happy Holidays brought to you by the shy scientist! Some slight sexual references in the ending but...meh. You guys are mature enough... Right?! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~   It read... Bruce Banner You blushed slightly as you read Bruce's name. You recalled when you first met him, you felled for him. Quite literally. You felled. That's how you first met, you felled over the gamma radiation scientist. ~le flashback~ "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, FUCKITY FUCK!" You screamed as you ran around in the Stark tower. You were searching for your report on the New York incident a f

(A/N: Whoa, these oneshots are fun! I wish I had started them sooner. Anyway, this was something that flowed easily but took forever to get into words. Firstly, I was stuck on the title. My Luke Castellan x Reader's title wasn't hard at all because of the theme. But this one was a bit different! Sorry if you don't appreciate the language. I just threw it in. Also sorry if you don't appreciate my choice of your godly parent. Now let the crappiness and shortness commence!) _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Your P.O.V: You flick a stray strand of your (h/l), (h

Chapter Two Hangaar stood there, clutching his jaw for a while, as you calmly walked over to Sherlock. "We will no longer be working with you on this case. If the Yard wants our help, tell them to get a new officer working on the case." Sherlock said calmly, just a hint of annoyance in his words. When you got back to 221B Baker Street, he immediately gave you a once-over. "Are you all right Watson?" He asked worriedly, and you nodded. "I should have seen that coming, honestly. You hold see see the way he looks at you when you're not watching. Disgusting." He told you, and you smiled. "Sherlock." You said softly, and he looked at you.

 “Loki!!!” You called, bounding into his arms. Chuckling, his embrace tightened around you. Tonight, you had the chance to bring Loki to a gig. Sam seemed to have forgotten the situation from last week, and you neglected to tell him that you were bringing Loki, the man that had told him to back off. “(Y/n)! If I may say so, you do look stunning this evening~” Loki whispered in that husky tone of his, those emerald-blue eyes gleaming with adoration. He took a step back, performed a slight bow, and planted a soft kiss on your hand. You pressed your free hand to your cheek as you felt your face flush. You could never ge

Damn, the streets were crowded today. You weren’t going to make it to your gig in time! You rushed into the café you were performing at, confronted by your best friend. “(Y/n), we thought you wouldn’t make it!” Sam complained, frowning playfully at you. You remembered back when you dated him and inwardly shivered. How had you done it? “Shut up! I’m here, aren’t I?” Sam chuckled and took your hand in a friendly gesture, to pull you up onto the stage with the other band members, Jimmi and Jade. “So we’re going to play Paralyzer first, and then you can sing lead with me in