Hero: “I realize that.”

Villain: “Doesn’t that trouble you?”

Hero: “Sure there is. I’m stopping me.”

Villain: “But in your heart you crave—”

Hero: “Sometimes when I’m in a crowded building I get the sudden urge to just boop a stranger right on the nose. But I don’t do it, because that would be super rude and weird. Does having that compulsion in the first place make me just as much of a weirdo as if I had acted on it? Maybe it does in your eyes, but to the would-be boopee, it makes all the difference in the world.”

Villain: “We’re not talking about booping noses, we’re talking about killing peop—”

Hero: “That’s the difference, isn’t it? Between you and I. One tiny difference. That’s all it takes. That’s the line between good and evil.”

Villain: “What?”

Hero: “You saw your own darkness and let it destroy you. You surrendered to it the moment you realized it was there. You threw open the door for it and welcomed it inside and let it rob you of your humanity without even a word of protest because you just couldn’t imagine it was something you could fight.”

Villain: “And you, oh-so-sanctimonious one?”

Hero: “I said ‘no thanks’. That’s it. That’s the difference.”

Villain: “Did you just—did you just—”

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any one-shots since I’ve been focusing on original pieces and fan fictions over on Wattpad.Here’s a quick little Kavinsky one-shot I put together to get back in the swing of things.

Prompt: Peter soothes you in affection and meaningful exchanges when your depression and insecurities begin to take over the best parts of you.

510 words, something short and sweet. fluff x

Cop!Dean x kidnapped!Reader

!!PART 1 here!!

MASTERLIST

Summary: Dean and his K9 Unit are helping with the investigation of the serial kidnappings and murders case. But this isn’t the typical case he was expecting, with love and life-threatening danger thrown at him along the way.

Warning: This has a thriller movie kind of vibe at some parts.

A/N: eep! I actually am like planning ahead the storyline on this one, yay!! I’m really excited about this story.

Dean quickly jogged through the entrance of the, now very much awake and bustling, station heading straight to Detective Hendrickson, who was huddled in the back corner talking with his group of people. He glanced over and caught Dean’s eye, waving him over urgently.

“Winchester, good. I’m glad you’re here. We’re on the clock again.” Hendrickson started rifling through the files in his hands, passing a few to Dean as he spoke. “New victim: [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N], physical description is in the file, reported missing this morning around 0600 when her friends noticed she wasn’t at her early morning shift at work and went to check on her. They said they reported it right away because of hearing about the past victims in the news. Victim was last seen being dropped off at her apartment the night before by her two cousins, they stated they were bar-hopping together until 1am last night. For now, we are categorizing her apartment as the crime scene and kidnapping location.”

Dean nodded critically as he took notes of the information.

“The address for the apartment is in that file,” Hendrickson continued, “I want you to head over there with your K9 unit and assist the investigation with the on-scene forensics team there. We need to know exactly what happened last night.”

“Yes, sir.” Dean took the last file grimly and headed right back out to his car, picking Indie up from the police kennels where he just dropped him off minutes before along the way.

He sat in the front seat for a moment, going over the rest of the information as quickly as possible. He knew it was important for him to get over there as fast as possible, but he also knew that he needed all the knowledge of this victim that he could get before going in.

His eyes swept speedily through the pages in front of him before faltering slightly at the sight of the victim’s picture.

She was lovely.

Her hair was silky, and her eyes were vibrant. She was laughing at the camera in the middle of what appeared to be someone’s party, her teeth were flashing into the most genuine smile and for a moment Dean almost felt himself smile back.

Gazing at her joyful face, Dean felt a dull stab in his chest knowing that wherever she was now, she most definitely wasn’t smiling. She was probably terrified. And alone…

Dean huffed out a breath and piled the files in the passenger seat. He turned on Baby’s engine and looked back at Indie to give him a sad, little smile before tearing down the street towards the apartment.

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You shifted in your bonds, rolling your shoulders back to ease out the crick that was forming.

Welp. This wasn’t good.

You couldn’t really remember what happened last night, though the crusted blood at the back of your head was a tell-tale sign of why that was. You vaguely recalled getting home pretty tipsy from hanging out with your cousins.

You had gone into the kitchen to grab some water. You’d heard a noise…then nothing. It was blank.

The ropes were digging into your wrists as you tried to ease pressure off of the raw skin, but it was no use. You leaned your head back against the wall with a sigh.

You weren’t an idiot. You had heard about the other kidnappings-turned-murder and had a pretty good idea of what was going on. It may not be helping keep the panic in your chest at bay, but hey, at least you knew.

One good thing, or maybe not, was that your captor had taken off your blindfold the last time he had checked on you, he wore a mask, of course, but now you could take stock of your surroundings better.

The cellar-type room that you were currently being held hostage in was disgusting. The cobbled-stone floor was slimed over with mud, feces, and blood. Oh joy.

There was a little commune of rats huddling maliciously in the corner, you were actively ignoring those little buggers, but other than that you were alone.

Well… at least you were…

The metal door hinges screamed as your captor chose that moment to enter your “cell”.

“Oh! Fancy meeting you here!” You tried to quip, although the roughness and cracking in your voice probably wasn’t helping portray the false bravado.

“Don’t be snide sweetheart, it doesn’t suit you.”

You felt your head whip to the side as he slapped the crap out of your face. Damn, now your face was on fire.

“Need to make sure you’re nice and settled in before I go mingling about outside…”

There was a clanging sound as you felt him lock iron chains around your wrists and ankles, before cutting off the now unnecessary ropes.

He patted the side of your stinging face, and you caught a glint of maliciousness in his eyes peaking through the mask, “I’ll be back soon precious. Don’t worry.”

You felt a shiver crawl up your shiver as he walked out and locked the door behind him.

Escaping would be a really good idea right now…

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Dean ran a frustrated hand through his hair, tugging at the ends as he gave the apartment one last once-over.

They couldn’t find anything.

He and Indie had been working with the team there for hours and still nothing. There was no sign of forced entry. No sign of a struggle. Everything was clean and precise. Almost too clean.

Whoever they were dealing with was certainly clever, that much was obvious from the fact that they were on their fifth victim and still hadn’t gotten caught.

Dean huffed out his frustration, the image of the girl’s face flashing before his eyes. There had to be something here.

So, he kept looking.

An hour or so later, everyone had left and gone back to the station, but Dean just pursed his lips and kept looking. He scoured the living room, the kitchen, the bedr-

He stopped.

In the back corner of the carpet of the bedroom was… Dean squinted and crept closer, crouching down to get a better look.

Footprints.

He almost jumped for joy as he quickly pulled out his phone, snapping a picture and sending it to forensics before examining it further. Just the slightest indentation of …size 11?... boots lay imbedded in the carpet. The kidnapper must have been waiting for her, standing in this corner hiding for hours.

Okay. Evidence. And a shoe size.

Well at least that was something. Which was more than they’d had before.

Dean grinned down at the boot prints. They would catch him in time. He was sure of it. After an hour later and nothing else turning up, Dean decided it was time to head back to the station and give a proper report.

He practically bounded down the building’s steps, Indie on his heels, humming a little AC/DC under his breath. He went over to the back right door, letting Indie jump into his kennel, before going over to the driver’s door.

He hopped in, started up his Baby and…

He froze.

There, sitting innocently on the top of his dashboard was a note.

He carefully slipped on his gloves and picked it up. There was dread forming in the pit of his stomach. This was just sitting in his car. His LOCKED car.

He bit his lip nervously as he opened it, hands shaking only slightly.

--“I’m bored.

You’re smart.

Let’s play a game, shall we?”—

Dean’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. He heard Indie whining worriedly from the backseat, smelling the terrified energy rolling off of him in waves.

“Fuck, Indie. We are so in over our heads…”

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Pairing: Avenger x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Bruce Banner x reader

Warning: insomnia, depression, anxiety, self harm, fluff

Summary: She has some health issues and the team has finally notice. They think since they know it will go away just like that and everything will be okay. Fortunately Bucky and Bruce know other wise.

She was a triple wamy, not double triple, She had insomnia, depression, and anxiety. She had anxiety always worried if something wasn’t perfect, nervous someone was watching her, worry she said something wrong. All this eventually lead to depression thinking she wasn’t good enough, accepting all her failures, not liking the sound of her own beating heart. And this lead to insomnia her thoughts were running so fast she couldn’t sleep or wake up. All together it was a disaster but she managed to handle it and become an Avenger. 

But then again all she was doing was handling it and it eventually got out of control. And then the voice began.

me, approximately age 9:

Okay I have been sitting on this ask for like two months and I’m sorry about that but you may have unleashed The Beast That Is My Muse and I may be writing up my own little(?) summary of how I would have done the entire season and it’s taking longer than I thought, so here’s my compromise. 

Here’s the first episode, anon. I promise I’ll write summaries of the others as soon as I finish my other 800 projects. Lol. 

Episode 1: Thrice & Once 

Picks up about seven months after the conclusion of season 1 of the Punisher. Scene opens on a picture of a diner, and Frank is sitting at a booth, facing the exit. He has a cup of coffee and a lady in her 70s approaches and pours him another cup. “Girlfriend late again?” she asks.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he answers.

The server snorts. “Then who’s the girl you have coffee with every week then? Wife?”

“No.”

“That friends with benefits thing?”

Frank chokes on his coffee.

“I read magazines,” says the server. “I know what young people do.”

“Nothing like that, ma’am.”

Karen arrives about ten minutes after Frank does, and she gets a cup of coffee, as well. They’re comfortable around one another, having had coffee nearly every week since Frank took up his Pete Castiglione identity again. She talks about work at the Bulletin (having turned down working at Nelson & Murdock) and he mentions working in construction again. He has a shorter beard this time, but it still works to disguise him. They talk for about an hour and then they both go back to work. The server says she’ll see them next week and chides Karen for making her ‘benefit friend’ wait.

Karen gives Frank a confused look and he just shrugs.

Meanwhile, Dinah Madani is working at Homeland, doing her thing, when she gets a call from the hospital where Billy is being kept. They tell her that he’s awoken, and she rushes to the hospital. The doctors are reluctant to let her talk to him, saying that he doesn’t remember anything. Madani is frustrated, and agrees to only talk to Billy for a few minutes and if he shows signs of distress, she’ll leave. She goes in, a doctor with her to check on Billy’s vitals, and Madani introduces herself and asks him a few basic questions. 

Billy says he doesn’t recognize her, doesn’t know his own name, and asks what happened. Madani’s skin is crawling at having to be in the same room as Billy, but she’ll do it to get justice for Stein. She’s on edge and angry and when the doctors tell her it’s time to leave, she agrees. As she begins to retreat, Billy says, “Thank you for stopping by, Dinah,” and winks at her.

Madani realizes that this is a hoax and lunges for him, but the doctors drag her back and ban her from the hospital. Furious, Madani begins exploring options to get Billy arrested for his crimes, regardless of his supposed memory loss.

Meanwhile, Frank is going to meetings at Curt’s group, and they discuss how life is going. Afterward, Frank sticks around to talk to Curt and he mentions that the server at the diner thought that Karen was his girlfriend. Curt says something along the lines of, “Well obviously she did, it’s obvious the two of you are close—how do you feel about that?”

And Frank has to admit that he doesn’t know how he feels about it. Because he cares deeply for Karen but the idea of getting into another relationship scares the shit out of him. Curt encourages him to go for it.

Frank decides to take his advice and meets Karen outside of her apartment the next day, intending to ask her to dinner. But just as he’s working up the courage to ask her, Madani texts him: “He’s awake and he remembers.”

Frank knows that she means Billy, and he looks at Karen, realizing that he cannot drag her into this right now. He makes his excuses and leaves Karen to head for the hospital.

Karen—because she’s not stupid—realizes that something has gone down, but doesn’t want to press. She watches him go, then heaves a sigh because it felt like they were on the verge of something. She turns and sees a curly-haired teenage girl in front of her.

“Are you Karen Page?” asks the girl. “The reporter?”

Karen says she is, and the girl replies, “I’m Rachel, and I have some photos you might be interested in.”

TOM TURNED 22 RN AND I AM LOSING IT I’M SO PROUD OF HIM (warning: things get heated, mentions of sex)

makeout session with tom would include:

-it always starts when you’re doing something and you’re busy and since we all know that he’s a clingy boyfriend, he tries to get your attention

-like you’re trying to sketch/study/cook and he comes and hugs you from behind and slowly starts kissing your neck

-“tom, not now, i’m BUSY”

-“mm, sure, darling”

-and then come the hICKEYS, this boy slowly starts sucking on your neck and then soon finds your sweet spot and soon there’s a wonderful black-blue bruise forming there

-and by then you’ve already lost the war

-and then you turn back, roll your eyes to say “oKAY FINE” and then grab his neck and kiss him, and this little fucker KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO THAT, so he immediately grabs you by the waist and leads you to the nearest couch/bed, etc.

-and he never breaks the kiss so he basically pushes you onto the couch/bed and climbs on top

-and thERE YOU BOTH ARE, your hands wound up in his hair, your lips moving in synchronization and his hands travelling all over your body, skimming your waist, hip, the inside of your thighs,,,in short, you both are completely turned on

-the best part is when you take over, flipping him and straddling him and that boy is soon a moaning mess so you attack his neck and his jaw, leaving short kisses

-“Y/N, DON’T BE A TEASE!”

-he lOSES it when you nibble on his ear as your hips start moving against him and his head falls back

-the grinding causes you two to moan in each other’s mouths the whole time, and tom has to break the kiss many times to say “fuck” repeatedly (it’s a talent)

-and then your lips meet again and the kisses grow needier, and harsher, and he slips some tongue in when he grabs your hip unexpectedly

-he loves sucking on your lower lip and gets completely turned on when you grab his hair

-his shirt is off 9/10 times but he always takes off your lowers first but you two never do more than that, when you know you’re not in the mood for sex

-you run your hands over his arms, torso, neck and then pull him in for kisses again and again

-and since you two are half naked it’s a very bad time for harrison to walk in

-and guess what happens

-“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

-“haz-”

-“IT’S ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO DEAL WITH TWO HORNY CHILDREN LIKE YOU.”

-but it’s all good because he’s used to it now (poor him)

making out with both peters:

you would be in the middle of the both of them 

or on one of their laps

if you were in the middle

they’d both take turns making out with you tbh

kavinsky would take your mouth first cause he’s needy

(parker is more patient)

kavinsky would be more forward and ‘desperate’

he’d bite your lip a lot 

pulling you closer for more, both hands on your cheeks as he did so

he’d groan a lot too

a lot of mutters of curses

“fuck”

“oh god”

he’d slip one hand down and grab your breast or your waist

he’d get really handsy and might start rubbing you through your panties

maybe even fingering you, if you let him

meanwhile, parker is kissing your neck, leaving marks everywhere

but he doesn’t do them too hard, they’re easy to cover up

he’s sweet like that

but he can also be impatient, so he’d squeeze your thigh just to let you know he was getting a lil needy

he liked to squeeze your thigh to get your attention all the time

so you’d pull away from kavinsky much to his dismay but he realizes he’s being clingy so he chuckles slightly,

“sorry man,”

and he goes to your neck instead, maybe even your breasts

anyway, parker puts a gentle hand on your cheek, guiding you towards his mouth with a small smile on his face

he wastes no time in putting his tongue in your mouth

but he’s soft and careful about it

sucking on your bottom lip, pulling away with a cheeky smile as you let out a soft moan

he pulls back in and kisses you again, with more passion 

but they’re both needy so––

they alternate between pulling you on their laps, they can’t help it 

eventually they get tired of that and just lay you on the couch, 

one of them kissing you

“They’ve been acting different lately.”

Your strange new behavior didn’t go unnoticed. You were becoming quieter, more distant. You weren’t showing up in their lives as much, boxing yourself in and locking them out. Wolfgang couldn’t stand by and watch anymore. He’d never admit it, but all of you, the sensates, had become some of his best friends, the people in his life he knew would always be there for him. It was time he showed you he’d do the ssme.

“Did they say anything to you?” Maybe he wasn’t an active duty cop, but Will was just as observant as if he were on the job. You didn’t want to help anyone anymore, avoiding the danger, the problems, completely disappearing on your cluster. They couldn’t see what you were going through, or feel it, and they were afraid you’d completely cut yourself off from them.

“You know y/n, they don’t ask for help.”