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tapestry 👑 XIX

Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The trial concludes.

Note: It’s Christmas Eve. I’m at work as this is queued for when I start at the retail hellscape but I hope y’all are having a lovely day. I will be taking a break for Christmas day (hopefully. You know I lie about these things). Anyways, her’s another chapter. Love you. <3 Enjoy.

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Following your testimony, you sensed the trial coming to a close; as did many others. Each day, the court began with a series of titters and it was more difficult to bring the audience to order.  You sat quietly as every day, aware of the glances sent your way throughout the proceedings. The queen remained silent and stony as she heard the witnesses openly besmirch her. You felt as if you shared with her a secret connection; a sense of the doom which had come to ensnare the court.

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BOY WONDER

PAIRING(S): Peter Parker x Reader

WARNING(S): Language that Steve would smh at

WORD COUNT: 1817 words

TAGGING: @baezen @claritycas @obiwanker @oheleven

Author’s Note: This is so friggin short bc I think peter is the cutest, most sweetest, and purest little BABY in the planet — BABY — the only issue is that I think he’s so young tho like i physically could not. So, like, super sorry but I couldn’t pda much so I was left with this. 

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“Shhh,” You hushed your baby brother quietly. Thomas — or Tommy — was the only person you’d burn the world down for. He was your world. For three years, it was only you and him, and him and you. It was your job to look after him, and lately, you’ve been doing a pretty shit job.

Tears streamed down his face as he gasped for air. Poor Tommy was having a panic attack. His asthma didn’t help either.

It was 1:04 am.

You knew if your foster parents woke up it would be the end of it. You started rummaging through your shitty excuse of a room.

Where was that damned inhaler?

You could have sworn you kept a spare in your shitty eight-dollar Captain America Walmart backpack. You gripped your backpack by the bottom, turning it over then shaking the living daylight of it.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Your stupid books: check. Your stupid pencil case: check. Peter Parker’s stupid math notes nobody understands but copies anyway: check. Your brother’s inhaler: no fucking check. You paused and dropped your bag. You gripped your hair roughly. You began tugging your [Y/H/C] locks in desperation.

Fuck. If this really was your only hope, then so be it.

You snapped your head at Tommy. You rushed over and bent down, lowering yourself so you were still on your feet. You lightly pressed your hands on Tommy’s face and wiped his tears away with your thumbs. “Hey, Tommy, listen, we’re gonna go down the fire escape, okay?” You whispered. 

His [Y/E/C] eyes at you, a clear reflection of your face in his eyes. “You’ll be just fine — we both will,” You reassured him, “I just need to quickly get you an extra inhaler. Nothing’s wrong, okay, sweet cheeks? Just an average run to the store.” You breathed out silently. You gripped him below the armpits then raised him to your waist as you stood up.

For a few seconds, you stared at the small mirror hanging beside your bed. You blinked once, twice, then stopped your hand from rubbing Tommy’s back. You stalked towards the mirror and threw it onto your bed without another thought.

You stared at the small, fist-sized hole in the wall (proudly punched by yours truly), along with a small six-shooter gun hidden inside.

You blinked again. Then once more. Then slipped on your Walmart shoes and carefully ducked yourself and Tommy out of the window.

In your pyjamas, at 1:07 am, you and your brother began making your way to Uncle Joe’s Drug Store.

Here’s a background story on your tragic life.

Born and raised in Sokovia

Sokovia blew up three years ago

Captain America fails to save your father

Your mother, your brother and yourself get flown to America along with thousands of Sokovian refugees

Your mother is deemed “unsuitable” to raise two children as she has no profession and has no way to support herself — let alone her children

Your brother and yourself get separated from your mother

Your brother and yourself find a way to land yourselves into a household of two assholes who only wanted you for the money the government was willing to pay

You stood in front of the closed drug store. 1:47 am. Your brother had fallen asleep on your shoulder safe and sound, yet still out of an inhaler. Sure, you could keep working your waitresses job and babysitting job (yes, a sophomore juggling two jobs at once), but both your next pay checks could barely hold the budget of your weekly food, let alone another inhaler.

This was your only hope, you told yourself repeatedly.

Your heart felt heavier by the second, your mind running a million miles per hour. You shouldn’t do it. But you needed to do it. You didn’t want to do it.

You stared at your brother for a few seconds, then climbed the nearest fire escape of the apartment beside the drug store. You rested him on a safe place and wrapped your jacket over him, covering him from sight.

You knew this neighbourhood inside and outside – like the back of your hand. The amount of times you had to visit for your brother’s medications allowed you to memorise the amount of cameras. Where and when they moved, the perfect angle to cover your faces — like a choreography. It was all unconsciously memorised. You didn’t mean to… you think? Maybe you did know this was coming. One way or another, your life was too fucked up for easy.

First: aliens, next: your country blowing up, now you were about to rob a fucking drug store to keep your baby brother’s health in check.

You took a deep breath and looked away from little Tommy. You reached behind your shirt and pulled your six-shooter from the waistband of your red Dora the Explorer pyjama pants.

Before you could do more, a light crunch of the rocky floor came from behind you.

You snapped your body into a 180 spin.

What the fuck? 

Your heart began beating uncontrollably at the sight of ]Spider-fucking-Boy himself.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“You really don’t wanna do that.” Spider-Boy said.

You frowned. Your gun now pointed at the head of the Spider-Boy. “Please, just go away.”

He cocked his head to the side. The asshole wasn’t even scared. He stayed silent. Just stared at you for a while. Was he gonna say something or just stand there gawking?

A few minutes past, and finally, he spoke. “That isn’t really how super-hero and super-villain confrontations work, though.”

Your heart kept beating faster and faster by the minute. “Listen you twitching maggot, I need to do this!”

The red man in tights skipped — fucking skipped — towards the nearest car and lent his body lazily on it. “That’s what they all say.”

Why did he sound so familiar?

You scoffed. “I don’t really give a shit.” 

He whistled. “You have a potty mouth.” He pointed out.

“I don’t fucking care.”

Spider-Boy tilted his head again. “What do you want with this store anyway, [Y—], l-little lady.”

Your brows furrowed.

Was he about to say your name?

“I don’t know how often you do this, but there’s usually not this much talking.”

His eyes grew wider at your words. “That’s the second time someone’s told me that!”

You rolled your eyes to feign your nerves. Was he going to do something or not?

“Are you gonna let me go or not? Look here, Spider-Boy, if you really want to help, you’re gonna walk away from this.”

“How is this helpi – Spider-Boy?” His voice grew higher at the name.

You made a face as you shrug your shoulders. 

“N-no! It’s Spider-Man!”

You gave him a blank stare. “Mmmkay.”

He was silent for a moment. He matured a short sentence under his breath, though you couldn’t hear. “What were you trying to get in the first place? Why not look for a job? You just seem so young – besides, y’know that Joe clears out all of his cash before he leaves, right?”

You squinted. “None of your damn business, twerp. I need something else.” 

Spider-Man made a move to get closer, only for your gun to raise higher. You probably would’ve verbally threatened him if it wasn’t for Tommy.

A soft groan came from the fire-escape you hid your brother under. He was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. You quickly hid your gun behind you. “What’s happening?” Tommy asked.

Your face softened. “Tommy, go back to sleep.”

His eyes blinked slowly. “Spider-Man.” He pointed his little finger at said hero.

The boy in red awkwardly waved back. “Hey,”

You ignored him and took a step closer towards your brother. “Go back to sleep, Tommy.”

Tommy ignored you and attempted to reach his arms down at you. “Where’s my medicine?”

You gulped. You took a quick glance at Spider-Man. “I dunno if I can get it today, Tommy.” A hand suddenly gripped your arm and dragged you away. “Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Shh!” his hands flew to your face, covering your mouth. “What medicine?” He whispered.

You slapped his hands away. “None of your damn business, you pre-pubescent tool bag.”

Spider-Boy’s face grew closer to yours in exasperation. “I’m trying to help you!”

You shrugged his hands off of you. You tried to shove him aside, only, he barely even flinched. “Help me by pissing off, you jackass!”

He groaned loudly at your stubbornness. He narrowed his eyes at you, then turned abruptly. He began stalking towards the door of Uncle Joe’s Drug Store and knelt down. He began picking the lock.

Once he was inside, he reached into his suit and began ruffling through the pockets. He was muttering something inaudible as his hands wondered around the pockets.

All the while, your head had fallen sideways in confusion.

Next thing you knew, his hands slammed onto the counter. He left a series of crumpled notes and began digging through the counter. He ripped out a piece of yellow sticky notes and scribbled a quick note, then a trace of a smiley-face. 

His red body suddenly spun around and started rummaging the drawers. Again, he was muttering. He was probably reading the labels. Your suspicious narrowed eyes only grew smaller at his actions. “Psst!” You hissed. “What the hell?” 

He only ignored you, instead, letting out a quick cheer as he snatched two small boxes out of the cabinets.

Spider-Man then proceeded to skip – skip – towards you then plopped down the two inhalers into your palms.

You blinked at the boxes. “What?”

He looked back up. You seriously wished you could see his eyes right about now. The white balls were so big you had no idea where his eyes were. Awkward, but whatever, not the point. “For your brother.” He stated, pushing your hand into your chest some more.

Silence.

You stared at your hands.

More silence.

Then you stared at his face.

Were you supposed to hug him or something? Thank him? Yeah – no – you didn’t see that happening. 

You gulped. You were so not good at social interactions. “Hey, Boy Wonder,” You blurted, getting his attention off your brother and towards you. You took his head-tilting as a sign to continue. “I — uhh —” you sighed and shoved your gun into his hands. “I wasn’t gonna shoot you.” 

His eyes grew wider at the feeling of the gun, then his eyes squinted ever so slightly. “Wait, you’re weren’t?”

“If your spidey senses are really as good as you think they are, you’d know it isn’t even loaded.” Before he could reply, a loud gasp fell from your lips. 

Waitaminute waitaminute waitaminute.

You looked up towards Tommy, then back down towards Spider-Man. Then at your hands. Then back at Spider-Man. "Holy fucking shitballs.”

“What - what is it?” Spider-Man looked alarmed, head frantic as his head jerked around to san your surroundings.

“Peter, is that you?”

Ok, gang... it’s time for SDM’s secret Christmas gift to the world!

Poorly-translated Scooby-Doo that made me laugh so dang hard, I had to save it especially for today.

It’s What A Night For A Knight (the very first episode) run through a translator just a few too many times.

We open with Shag ‘n’ Scoob all tense after a movie…

…until a character named all-caps Stephanopoulos appears for one line, totally randomly.

Hey, at least he sure is grateful!

They question the ownership of a ‘creepy tin mountain’…

…until Velma calls Shaggy out on his weird non-joke.

Poorly-translated Velma takes none of your poorly-translated nonsense.

An old knight shows up… with old noodles…

…but since the professor drove a truck, naturally he disappeared into the ether.

So that’s how magicians do it!

They learn of the legend that brings the Black Knight to life…

…even though the professor is:

1. High

2. Thin

3. Frightened

The gang instructs Scooby to come on… including Scooby himself…

…but secrets surprise Velma, and make Shaggy hungry.

But then again, what doesn’t?

Fortunately, the gang finds a clue:

Tape that sticks to your hair… only manufactured in the UK?

Your guess is as good as mine.

However, once it gets properly spooky…

…Fred decides to bail on the gang and go fishing.

‘Cause the museum is stronger than a drum. Duuuh.

But before he can leave…

…there’s a guy named Jack hiding in their Van, the Mysterious Machine, and Fred throws ‘em out.

Using a crank? Somehow?

Of course, to sneak them back into the museum, Shaggy is chosen…

…for his thinness, and his small windows.

Ol’ Shag runs out of windows like no one’s business.

Velma is skeptical, but don’t worry…

…Shaggy is the most-volatile gymnast in school.

That line miiiight have cracked me up for, like… 3 minutes straight….

To suggest the gang split up to hunt for clues, Fred suggests they “need to break more”…

…and gives Scooby his knighthood, apparently.

Arise, Sir Scooby of Doo!

However, in a sudden twist, using his new status as a knight…

…Scooby:

1. Says his name

2. Finds an ax

3. Admits to Velma that he’s persecuting the gang

What a cliffhanger! Fear not, though – it’ll be continued in part 2 tomorrow.

Yes, there’s more than half still to go.

Looking For a Heartbeat (25/26)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left.  It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 8k

Warnings for this chapter: angst, canon type violence, warnings in the middle of text becaus the author didn’t wanna give spoilers of any kind. 

A/N:  That’s it. One more chapter and we’re done. I have this one planned ever since the very beginning of the story and I thought it would be easy to write it, but like I said to my beautiful beta @suz-123, it wasn’t. I hope it makes sense. Love you, guys. Any feedback is highly appreciated. And I’m sorry if the post is a bit messy, I’m posting from my hotel’s computer and it kinda sucks. No gifs today.

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Waiting For This Moment

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Being Steve’s girlfriend was great! There wasn’t much of a sex life but, he was doting, always put you first and just wanted to take care of you. When you push the boundary you might have signed up for more than you intended.

Warnings: 18 + Smut, Dark!Steve Rogers, Dubious-consent, breeding, Steve kind of domineering, language probably? 

Word Count: 2,344

A/N: I don’t know if any of you can tell but I have a wee bit of a breeding kink. Anyway, Happy 3rd Night of Chanukah!! Also Happy Christmas Eve!!! Please like and reblog if you’re so inclined. Without further ado some dark!Steve Rogers putting a baby in you.

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Dark Webs - Chapter Fifteen (Dark! Peter Parker x Reader)

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen

Warnings:  Fluff, Topics of death, blood, angst, PTSD and depression, substance abuse, language, violence, gore, language, ignoring some of the MCU timeline/AU

Word Count: 8155

Summary: The end isn’t near, it’s here. 

A/N: I can’t believe this is the last chapter. Yes, there will be an epilogue, but this is the final lengthy chapter in the series. I’m so sad, ya’ll. It took so much to write this, so I really hope you guys love it like I did. I’d love your feedback, so please send me an ask with your kind words if you have any! Thank you all so so so much for reading, I hope you all enjoy it! (Also I found this .gif on google, so if you made it, or know who did, let me know and I will credit!) Thank you xx -N

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