The GOTG3 Movie Follows Two Plot Lines:

The GOTG3 movie follows two plot lines:

- The first is of the guardians + thor,  journeying around doing stuff until they get a hint that gamora and loki could be brought back from the afterlife. They make it to Helheim. It takes them the whole movie to break in. They’re not there.

- The second plot includes gamora and loki getting out of there in their first 10 minutes of screen time and spending the rest of the film doing generally questionable stuff together while trying to locate the guardians. We only see these things in 3-7 minute snippets but it is all extremely unnecessary activities like mowing someone’s space lawn in exchange for a newspaper (that might tell where the guardians are!)

The end of the movie is when Gamora (the deadliest woman in the galaxy) and Loki (knows his way around places) track them down and break into Helheim to retrieve the Guardians because they’re trapped there now and it was a horrible idea to leave thor and peter quill together.

Fever

Pairing: James Moriarty X Reader

Requested By: Anonymous

Prompt: #22 - Fever - an abnormally high body temperature.

Summary: Reader has to take care of a sick Moriarty.

Warnings: Some light cussing, nothing too crazy.

AN: My very first ask! :D You made me happy! I feel like I rushed a bit to get this out before class, so I hope you like it. Cheers! 

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You felt hot, almost too hot as your eyes slowly opened and you looked over at the clock. It was still early, the sun just starting to peek on the horizon and cast and orange glow within the bedroom. You brought your hand up, feeling the sweat on your brow as you wipe it away, wondering if you were getting sick. You curse yourself mentally, knowing you shouldn’t have stayed out so late in the cold the other night. You turn your head to look at Jim, he was curled up next to you with his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You didn’t want to wake him, so you grabbed his arm and that’s when you realized it wasn’t you, it was him.

He was burning up.

You move your hand to his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin before you ever make contact. You sit up carefully and maneuver yourself out from under his grip, watching as he curls up with the pillow you were just using. You smile, loving how cute he looked while sleeping, so innocent looking. You had to hold back the scoff of laughter at the thought of James and innocent in the same sentence, you knew better.

You make your way across the bedroom, grabbing your silk robe and wrapping it around yourself before making your way down stairs to get an early start. You make a batch of tea and pour some for yourself while you start a pot of chicken broth. You yawn as you start cutting up some vegetables, and before too long you have a nice pot of chicken noodle ready. You grab some lemon from the fridge and some honey from the cabinet, mixing them together with the hot tea and placing it on the tray along with a bowl of soup, a tall glass of water and a wet cloth. You know he’ll be awake any moment now, so you head up the stairs and back into the bedroom.

When you enter the covers are completely off the bed along with the pillows, and Jim is laying in the middle, stripped down to his underwear. You walk closer and place the tray on your nightstand, “James,” you say softly, sitting on the bed with one leg crossed beneath you as you reach out and stroke his sweat soaked hair off his face. “I made you some soup.” He opens his eyes and you pity him as he suddenly starts to cough. Jim hardly ever got sick, but when he did it was always awful, and lord knows Jim didn’t handle sick very well.

“I’m not sick,” he mumbles, batting your hand away weakly, “and don’t look at me like that.” You ignore him and grab the cloth from the tray, using it to dab at his face. He grumbles, something under his breath that you can’t make out as you fold cloth and lay it across his forehead. “I have things to do,” he says, his voice horse from the coughing, “I’m not sick.”

“Of course not, darling.” You say, getting off the bed and picking up the pillows from the floor. You set them up against the headboard, motioning for him to sit up and he does, a scowl on his face as he leans back against them. You readjust the cloth and then hand him the tea, he looks at it for a long moment, a staring contest to the death. Finally he gives in and takes a drink, a winch crossing his face as he swallows.

“I need to get ready,” he says, trying to hand you the cup of tea but you just stand there, hand on your hip, an eyebrow raised. Another glare, another cough, a huff and he drinks the rest of the tea. “Happy?”

“No,” you say, taking the cup back and sitting back down on the bed, this time facing him. “I’ll take care of business today, you need to rest.”

“Like hell, you haven’t a clue as to what needs to be done.” He retorts, the cloth falling from his face as he sits up in protest.

“Oh please, you have a lunch today at eleven with Mr. and Mrs. Foster, nothing too serious, just to get a feel of the two before you decide to go any further. Later I believe you are scouting out an area in downtown London, adding a few final touches before you contact your hounds and release them on that wicked old man that pissed you off last week.” You say with a smirk.

He clears his throat, “well, that wasn’t sexy or anything.” He says, leaning back into the pillows in defeat. He starts coughing again, his head falling back against the headboard and letting out a groan as he did. You turn until you are sitting next to him, pulling at him to lean against you, “no, I’m not a bloody child.” He says, but allows you to pull him as he lays his head down on your chest.

“Not at all,” you say, laughter in your voice as you run your fingers through is hair. You grab the fallen cloth and dab at his face again, watching as he closes his eyes and eventually falls asleep. You lay that way for a few hours, watching the steam fade from the soup you made. Watching the way he twitched as he slept, listening to his breathing. Luckily your phone was near by, you quietly made a few calls, one to the driver, the other to the doctors office.

“I’m not going to the doctor,” he mumbles against your chest.

“You’re going to the doctor, even if I have to hold you at gun point to get you there.” You say, the threat sounding in your voice

“Hmm, sound kinky.” He says, a smirk on his face as he looks up at you.

You only laugh and place a kiss to his forehead, making a mental note to add some extra rounds to your purse later before you leave. ~!~*~!~

32 18 10 8 please with moriarty. If its to many just pick one please

Reader x Moriarty

8. “What part of ‘we’re enemies’ did you not understand?”

10. “I’m not a biology teacher, but I’m pretty sure your dick isn’t supposed to be in your personality.”

18. “I’m not expert, but enemies don’t usually have tea together.”

32. “You’re supposed to be dead. Why aren’t you dead?”

You unlocked the front door to your flat and walked in, freezing in place. “You’re supposed to be dead. Why aren’t you dead?”

“Y/N, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” Jim Moriarty smiled and poured himself a cup of tea.

“I thought you killed yourself.” You blurted out. “And out of all the places you could be why are you sitting in my living room? How did you even get in?”

“Y/N, you always were my favorite.” Jim sighed nostalgically and poured another cup of tea, holding it out towards you. “Tea?”

“I’m not an expert, but enemies don’t usually have tea together.” You muttered warily, taking the cup and placing it on the table.

“Drink up.” Jim smiled at you, taking a sip of his own tea. “It’s rude to let someone as handsome as me drink alone you know.”

“I’m not drinking that tea, Jim.” You shook your head, laughing lightly at the fact he thought you’d be stupid enough to take tea from him.

Jim sighed, taking the cup and drinking from it. “It’s not poisoned. I’d never poison you, Y/N. You’re too good for that. After all, you are my favorite.”

You stared at Jim for a long time before speaking up. “Okay seriously, what part of ‘we’re enemies’ did you not understand?”

“All I’m saying is that we don’t have to be enemies, Y/N.” Jim told you, with his customary smirk plastered on his face. “I like you, Y/N, I really do. You’ve got this fiery personality to you. And you’re witty. You’re definitely someone that could have an intelligent conversation.”

“Thank you?” You said, although it came out more like a question.

“Don’t get me wrong you’ll never be half as smart as I am, but then again the only person that might come close is Sherlock.” Moriarty paused, scanning your body before looking back at your eyes. “But you’re cute enough.”

“I’m not a biology teacher,” You huffed. “But I’m pretty sure your dick isn’t supposed to be in your personality.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N. We could be partners in crime. You and I would rule England together. I can give you the world and then some.” He told you, leaning across the table and placing his hand on your arm. “And as for Sherlock. He can’t give you half the things that I could.”

“Sherlock’s a better man then you are.” You pulled your arm back.

Jim Moriarty let out a deep, sinister laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that one, love. You’d be surprised about the kind of man he is.”

You looked away from Moriarty, not wanting him to know that his words made you think twice about Sherlock. He grabbed your hand, snapping you out of your thoughts and placed a kiss on the back of it. “If you do change your mind love, just give me a call.”

With that, Moriarty left his card on your table and walked out the door as if he had never been there.

Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes

Without You

Game Night

Song for You

Fight with John

Crime Photographer

Prank

Unreadable

Coming Out

New Years

Secretly Dating

Dating Sherlock Would Include

We’re Enemies

Can We Keep It

Cuddles

Drunk, Pants

Intimidating

Batman

Proposal

Protective Brother

Panic Attack

Off the Rails

Nightmares

Sacrifice

Family Panic Attack

Front Door

Sherlock’s Playlist

Games

John Watson

Game Night

Fight with Sherlock

Crush

Coming Out

New Years

Dating John Would Include

Math

Forgiving Sherlock

Proposal

Nightmares

Family Panic Attack

Jim Moriarty

Finding out that you work with Sherlock

Plot Twist

New Years

Dating Moriarty Would Include

Stop Deflecting my Cuddles

Drunk, Cuddles, Pants

We’re Enemies

Drunk

3 AM

I’m Alive

Feelings

I Want to Break Free

Jim’s Playlist

Friendship

Jealousy

Art Institute

Protective

Egocentric

Games

Mycroft Holmes

Awkward Crush

3 AM

Protective Brother

Having Mycroft’s Baby

Dating Mycroft Would Include

Molly Hooper

Molly Hooper’s Playlist

Follow

A/N: a little Knight of Ren!reader x Hux Drabble for ya. Hux whump of COURSE.

“REN!”

All the Knights were standing in a circle briefing the next mission when you all turned to see Hux making his way towards the group. An odd thing to call out in a group of people who went by Ren but everyone knew who he meant, including your Master, Kylo Ren who turned and walked towards Hux. “Something I can help you with, General?”

“Why yes there most certainly is. Did you tell the Supreme Leader my men were not up to the Utapau mission in favor of your men?”

“I told the Supreme Leader the facts. This is a significant mission and I believed my Knights were the superior team to be trusted with this mission. He made the decision himself. Besides, do you really think I tell the Supreme Leader what to do?”

Hux smirked, “I think you’re certainly self important enough to try.” You smirk and let out a small laugh that draws all eyes on you. You look horrified as you hang your head a bit, “I’m sorry, Master.” You whisper as they go back to their conversation. You couldn’t explain it but you kind of always had a soft spot for Hux. He was strong and never backed away from your Master and that was respectable. Not to mention he was kinda cute. They finished their conversation and Kylo returned to the brief. As he concluded, you all agreed upon a rendezvous spot and went to walk away. “Oh and [Y/N],” you wince at your name and slowly turn around, “Yes, Master?”

He smiled a sadistic smile, “We’ll be helping with ship security this evening. 12th floor. Monitor the halls until the rendezvous time.” You try to suppress your sigh. Great. No sleep before a mission. “Yes, Master.” You really need to learn to shut your mouth.

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1:15am

You’d walked the same halls at least 10 times now. You stopped for a moment to yawn and close your eyes.

“Ahh!”

Your eyes snap open when you hear the cry. Without a moments thought you head in the direction of the noise continuing to hear grunts and groans as you drew closer. Rounding the corner your a little shocked at what you see. It’s General Hux on the ground looking like he’s struggling to get back to his feet. There’s a cut on his head which looks to be bleeding pretty heavily. “General! Are you alright?” You rush over, offering a hand. He bats away the offer, “I don’t need anything for your kind.” You pull your hand away looking a bit indigent, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He stopped trying to stand, “One of his little attack dogs.”

“Oh.” You shrugged a little. “Kylo? I wouldn’t call us attack dogs exactly...” he tries again to grab onto the rail along the hallway and pull himself up. “Here...” you go in grab him round the waist and help him up but he turns and snaps at you, “I said I’m fine!” You back away and watch as he struggles before collapsing back into the ground. “This is you being fine then?” He sighed before looking up at you, “Did you come here to mock me?”

Your eyes go wide, “No. I’m just trying to help you. That cut looks pretty bad and it seems like maybe you broke a leg or something.” You shrug again, “Besides, I’m only here because I laughed at what you said to Master Ren. Seems like destiny, me being here with you now.”

Hux sighed, “We can’t go to the medbay.” You smile, glad he’s given in. “Okay.” Leaning down you grab him around the waist and hoist him up, guiding his arm around your shoulders. Slowly you guide him back to your room. He doesn’t protest or say much at all as you take him into your sparse quarters and let him down onto your bed. “I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable!” You shout as you go into the bathroom. Hux looks around as he goes to prop himself against the wall. There’s no indication that and individual lives here. No personal effects, nothing is out of place, no additional luxuries, it looks like when it was first issued. Moments later you return with a shocking amount of medical supplies and Hux looks shocked. You see his face and give a little shrug. “We don’t really use the medbay either so everything is taken care of in house.” You pout some antiseptic on some gauze and begin to dab at the cut on his head earning you a hiss in pain from Hux. “Sorry.” you whisper as you continue, “so... what happened?” Hux frowned and turned away but your hand followed, “None of your business.” You raised your eyebrows and gave a little nod. “Okay.”

Silence fell as you continue to clean the wound. “So. Ren punished you.” He finally spoke up. “Yeah. It’s not that big of a deal. Happens a lot actually. The way you deal with him... I don’t know... it makes me laugh.” You smile and his eyes look over to you and he smiles back. “Well I’m sorry I suppose.”

“Don’t be!” You shake your head as you finish closing the wound, “I think you’re brilliant! It’s not like any of us could ever talk to him the way you do.”

Hux smiled for a moment before his face turned. “The Supreme Leader... well he’s my Ren, I suppose.”

You face soured as you put away the antiseptic. “So, this is him punishing you?” Hux didn’t say anything, just gave you a small nod. “Whatever you did, couldn’t have warranted this.” You look up at him, sadness in your eyes and he looked back at you, letting the last of his wall crumble. You grab a scanner and run it over his injured leg. “Small fracture. Bacta should fix that by morning.” Hux nodded and began to push himself to the edge of the bed. “Wait. You shouldn’t move around too much. You can... you could stay here if you want. I’m supposed to be monitoring the halls anyway.” He stopped moving and looked around, “I don’t want to impose.” You smile and shake your head, “it’s nothing. I’ll get you all set up here and then you can stay until morning. After hall duty, we’re leaving for Utapau anyway.”

Hux nodded before screwing up his face, “Wait, when are you sleeping?” You don’t respond but shrug a little with a sigh. “You’re going on a dangerous mission with no sleep? Stars, he is such an asshole. Why do you follow him?”

You look at him plainly for a moment before a sad smile creeps across your face, “Why do you follow a man who broke your leg and split your skull?” He pursed his lips and dropped his head. “Touché.” You let out a big sigh before looking down at his leg. “I’m going to, um, need you to take off your pants.” Hux tried not to blush as he nodded and unbuttoned his trousers trying to wiggle out of them but scrunching up his face in pain when he moved the injured leg. “Here.” You offered as you helped delicately pull them down this time meeting no resistance from him. “Thank you.” He says as you try not to giggle as how silly he looks in his boxers and formal dress jacket. You apply the necessary bacta before dressing it. “There. Just needs time now. Um, do you want help with your jacket?” Hux looked down realizing how silly he must look, “uh, yes please.” You smile as you help him strip down to his undershirt; a much better match for his boxers. “Okay. Well I’ll be wandering the halls with no rhyme or reason for the next 6 hours if you need anything!” You smile and wave as you turn towards the door. “[Y/N],” Hux calls after you and you turn back before exiting the room, “Be safe. And come back. I’d, um, I’d like to take you to dinner. To thank you for this.”

You try not to blush as a smile spreads across your face, “Well then. I’ll be sure to come back.”

Miss Me? - Jim Moriarty

( @watooosh ) Request: Hello again! Can I ask for an imagine with Moriarty, where the reader is as psychotic as him and she is a world class hacker? They know that they are in love with each other, but hasn’t said anything. So after Moriarty kills himself, the reader is devastated, but she doesn’t show any emotion. After two years Moriarty shows up. It’s up to you if they get a happy ending

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You hummed softly to yourself as you unlocked your front door, and headed into your homely abode. It had been a long and gruelling day of having to deal with those less competent then yourself and honestly you were just tired.

So the moment you were able to head home, you all but dropped everything and called a cab. 

You barely noticed the lingering figure in your living room as you pulled off your heavy coat. It was winter time in London right now, so it was snowing and cold, making you have to cover yourself in multiple layers and a thick trench coat. You leaned up on your tipi-toes, hanging up your coat before pulling off your scarf and mittens.

You let out a satisfied smile the moment you were free of your heavy clothing, letting out a relieved sigh before turning around. But the moment you did, your eyes fell on a familiar face, pulling you into an state of absolute shock. “What the…” 

Moriarty grinned, “miss me?”

You gasped, taking a step back and your hands falling to your parted lips in bafflement. What was…. how? How was Moriarty alive? You had seen him die, with your own eyes, not to mention that you had seen his body after the death. How… “I’m going crazy,” you whispered, shaking your head with distress. Moriarty laughed, as if this was anything to laugh at it and shook his head, taking a step towards you.

You backed up in response, scared of your own mind. “You aren’t real. You cannot be real - you’re dead,” you rambled, eyes wide. 

The one that told you in fact this was real, was the familiarity of Moriarty’s sickening laugh. The one that told you he knew something you didn’t or that he thought he was above - which in reality, Moriarty did. With a sigh, you tried to calm yourself and met his eyes. “How?” You whispered, “how are you here?”

“Trick of the mind, darling.” Moriarty sang, taking a step towards you. You didn’t flinch from him this time, letting Moriarty take his hand in your own and pull you closer. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as he leaned into your neck, and you scoffed.

“I’m sure you did,” you whispered, voice still shaky. “I don’t understand…-”

Moriarty cupped your cheek, bringing your attention back on his eyes and grinned widely. “Shh,” he soothed, “the game is back on.”

Your heart plummeted, understanding the hidden meaning behind his words. You thought your world of crime was over, but it seemed you were wrong. You nodded in response to Moriarty, ignoring the way you felt and confusion that was clouding your judgment. “Okay.”

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