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Is this thing on?

Just out of curiosity, since it's gone gravely quiet here and has been doing so in a consistent downward slope for a while,

Like I said, just curious.

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Monkey See, Monkey Do – Chapter 15

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Monkey See, Monkey Do Masterlist

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Characters: Colin Shea x Reader/You

WC: 5.6k

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of past relationships, parental death, Adult Content, Adult Situations, Swearing, NSFW 18+ (applies to all chapters)

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After New York, you and Colin both seemed to fall into a domestic rhythm of sorts. You would get up, throw up, get ready for work, throw up again and attempt a feeble breakfast before heading out of the door. He would get up, make his coffee and your tea, hold your hair, get showered for class himself, hold your hair again and be out the door with you. Like something from a movie, you’d leave the parking spaces at the same time and most days, you’d arrive home without him. Those were the days he had night classes or a gig. Depending on how you felt, you’d go, or you’d just stay home, more often than not waiting for him in bed.

Then, you’d both get up and do it all over again.

You still had Sundays and Mondays off, so you took those days to move a little slower. On Sundays you and Colin spent shifting between brunch with your mom and evenings in, thinking about names or looking online at baby gear. You'd nap while Colin sat studying. Or you'd start the day lazy and slow just lounging around before you'd end up for dinner at his parents. Mondays where chore and errand days like grocery shopping and or what cleaning you could. It'd take you a little while, as sometimes the even mildest of cleaners and fast movements would set off your morning sickness and you’d find yourself giving up. Sometimes on Mondays, when the errands and chores were just too meh to deal with, you'd have lunch dates with your mom and Colin's and those were the days that seemed to go by fast.

By now, everyone who was anyone were well aware that you were pregnant, and Colin was proudly puffing his chest out about it when he could. A shock reaction to those that knew him before your time with him, and prior to Ally as it had been mentioned. 

His gentle hands hardly left any part of you. Sometimes it was delicately settled at the small of your back when the two of you were walking or resting there in a group setting. If he wasn’t holding your hand, his arm was around your shoulders and sometimes his fingers would tickle the base of your neck. At night, his hand would settle on your bumpless belly, and you could almost hear his mind willing one to appear. He seemed to enjoy nearly every second he was around you, happily lending helping hands and stepping up to pick up around the house, cook, do the dishes, the laundry, whatever you needed when you felt you couldn't do it yourself. The only thing he was struggling with was the lack of drive you seemed to have when it came to sex. He understood how tired you were and downright awful feeling on those really hard sickly days. But he was hoping the hump or lack thereof so to speak would soon pass.

You on the other hand, were just hoping to get past the stage of vomiting five times a day and turning your nose up at distinctive smells. You even had to get Colin to change from his usual smell of bergamot and cedarwood to something less offensive which really depressed you as he always smelled so damn good. 

While you, too, were willing a bump to appear, you were grappling with other changes to your body like the bigger breasts and the absolute soreness that went with it. You felt the bloat of your stomach changing and your hips felt a little tender, but you weren’t even at the tip of the iceberg in being halfway by the time Colin's graduation ceremony and party came around. 

Kelly and Jan took full liberties in planning the party, so you didn't have to bear the weight alone. In fact, you were quite thrilled when Jan offered to take on most of it over lunch one afternoon with you and your mom. Smiling in acceptance at her, you then offered up anything she needed your help with you'd take on. 

It turned out, that was simply keeping Colin out of her hair. She and Scott wanted to pay for everything. And while you were hoping to do more, you understood what a big deal this was for Colin's parents.

And all that led you to today.

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 13: On Your Left

Summary: Steve and Katie meet a new friend whilst out jogging, and Steve is sent on a mission to rescue a ship- the Lemurian Star…but it fast becomes apparent that not everyone on his team is pulling in the same direction.

Paring: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Language! Smut (NSFW, 18+)

A/N: We jump forward a couple of months here and slip straight into the Winter Soldier storyline. Credit to @angrybirdcr​ for another lovely edit, and this re-post contains additional materiel- I’ve written the mission out instead of merely skipping over it.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 12 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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Happy 10 year anniversary to my fave Marvel film!!! CATWS

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Imma add my partner in crime @spectre-posts for the wonderful joint projects we got going on

@hansensgirl I’m sure this is @sweater-daddiesdumbdork ‘s series, Precarious Agreements

Chapter Twenty-Five: Heart Felt Truths

Summary: 4.7k Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. While still dealing with the power outage, you get to spend more time with Curtis's family and Curtis takes you out with Sophia to show you something special.

Warnings- None.

A/N- Wow it's been a while but I hope you all are still here for the ride. @what-is-your-plan-today edited this chapter for me ages ago, so I have to thank you for doing, I always appreciate your input with these two. @mumbles411 ... This is for you! You have been asking for this moment for a while. Again, THANK YOU EVERYONE for reading and sharing. Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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There was a soft patter of feet across the old creaky floor and a giggle at the end of the bed. Curtis knew it was coming, had warned you that Sophia would probably crawl in with you both first thing in the morning. He let his gaze slit open to see her at the foot of the bed, grabbing onto the blankets to pull herself up. 

The room was still gray, the hues of dawn barely coming, not quite arriving fully yet and of course, his niece was wide awake right now. He was going to need coffee, coffee would require more work than usual with the power out. 

Maybe if he waited long enough Ella or Lisa would make coffee, that sounded like a better plan. 

Next to him, you stirred, lifting your head enough to see what was moving at the end of the bed, before you burrowed back into your pillows, making Curtis snort softly in amusement. You weren’t a morning person, not unless you had to be. 

Re reading this made me smile! I do love these two and their little story so much

friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of. 

Get out and touch the grass, remember there are real issues in the world as opposed to who’s married to who etc etc.

What Are You Doing On New Year's Eve?

A Holidays in Hel Loki Avengers Story

In which Loki and Mina endure visits from unlikeable relatives, Holiday Market attacks and flying llamas.

This is part two of the Holidays in Hel series, featuring Loki and all your favorite Avengers in yet another Holiday fuck-up.

Part One: The Christmas Party

“No.”

“Loki, you promised-”

“No.”

“You PROMISED, Loki!!”

Mina had been following the exasperating god around his (well, hers now, too) palatial apartment for an hour as he gracefully dodged her. She suddenly found herself pinned on top of the kitchen counter next to his irritatingly fancy wood-fired oven with a flick of his finger.

“Darling…” Loki was using his tone of exaggerated patience, which was always infuriating. “Do you perhaps recall what happens every time we attempt to celebrate one of your benighted cultural celebrations?”

His expensive, custom-cut cedar wood stack was poking her in the side. Shifting, she looked away. “It’s not always-”

“Yes. Yes, darling, it is. It is always an unmitigated disaster.” Loki’s long fingers were on Mina’s cheek, turning her face to look at him. He surveyed the pout she was valiantly attempting to banish from her expression but it was clear the disappointment was keen. Absently rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone, he prodded, “Then you have forgotten the Captain’s Fourth of July party where Hydra infiltrated the fireworks with millions of murderous nanobots that showered all of Manhattan?”

Mina absently chewed her lower lip. “No.”

“Or, perhaps, the previous Valentine’s Day where you and all the women you love nearly had your souls sucked from your withered corpses by a clutter of rogue Incubi?”

“No.” Mina knew her response reeked of Pout. But she couldn’t help it.

The stroking thumb moved to pull her lip free from her teeth before she gnawed it off. “No, what, darling?”

Clearing her throat, Mina glared at Loki. “No, I have not forgotten the Incubus. Es’s. I. The Incubi.” Loki was about to turn from her with a smug expression of ‘discussion over’ when she continued. “But I also haven’t forgotten how you took me to that planet-”

He he he this was chaotic and j loved it.

And for the record, llamas scare the shit outta me

Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Not Dead

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Warnings: Adult situations/themes, smut, sociopathic behavior, violence, NSFW, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! (Warnings apply to all chapters.)

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Chapter 4 – Open Wounds Never Heal

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Kids. 

He hated kids. He really fucking hated kids.

Never wanted one, you did, but him...never. And now, because everything had backfired on him in Croatia; fuck everything full stop had backfired when it came to Six, he was having to deal with a fucking kid. A fucking kid, which he could have killed before his showdown with Six. But that hadn’t been his plan. And Lloyd Hansen stuck to his plans.

Plus, although he’d never admit his reasons why, he hadn’t actually wanted to kill her either. He wasn’t a complete monster. Although that theory had been well and truly tested when she opened her smart-ass, little shit mouth, but he’d refrained because she’d have been no use to him dead. And a dead kid would have really opened a shit storm for him had his plan worked. He doubted even Denny would have turned a blind eye to that. Brewer sure as hell wouldn’t.

Now Brewer…yeah, he should have killed HER in the first place.

Lloyd glared down at the dock below the house. There was a yacht, simple in size, notably inconspicuous to anyone who might float by. The kid was staying on that, because Gentry had deemed it safer, easier to escape on should something go wrong. Lloyd had to admit, that was smart. It was tucked away, off radar. Should someone storm this place, the yacht could simply…sail away.

You had been inside the cabin for nearly an hour with the kid. He was on house arrest and threatened with dismemberment of his cock if he even stepped foot beyond the pool area threshold. 

"Fucking kids," he grumbled and sulked back inside. 

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"If you need anything, ask them, they'll tell me. If you want to come up to the house, you're more than welcome to."

"But he's there."

You kneeled down and made sure Claire looked at you, "I promise that absolutely nothing is going to happen to you while you're here. He follows my rules, and my rules only. If you come up, I will make him stay in his room. It's as simple as that. You're here for a few days, Claire, you're a guest, not a prisoner. Six and I have an agreement and I won't break that." You stood and sighed. "You have my word, Claire. You need anything, you'll have it, you want to go use the pool, it's yours. Lloyd will not touch a hair on you ever again."

Her eyes were still red from the tears she spilled when Gentry had dropped her in your care at dawn. It broke him, you could see it. This girl was all he had left to fight for.

You knew that. 

And that meant he was going to do whatever he needed to get them both a life they deserved. You were the help towards that life.

Shanghai wasn't going to be easy. There was red tape that could get in the way, but you trusted Six. You trusted the plan. You trusted Clay and the rest of his team. But still, you wondered if you should have snuck away to see Six off and at least gone with him to Rome to meet up with The Losers, but you knew travelling to the same place, no matter how separately you may do it, could backfire.

Plus, didn't trust leaving Lloyd with Claire. Hell, you didn't trust leaving Lloyd with Lloyd. Although the latter was less of an issue. He hurt or killed himself, you’d get over it. Mind you, he’d have to throw himself off the cliff or overdose to do himself any damage, because you had removed all weapons from his reach. You had the only gun on you, and you’d made Loretta take the knives with her when she went home.

You looked around the cabin and nodded at your two men that would stand watch. "Hansen does not so much as step onto this dock. You shoot him if he even sets one stupid Italian leather loafer within range, you got me?"

They nodded, accepting their assignment. 

"And anything she needs, make it happen." 

They nodded again. 

Then you looked back at Claire, "you need me or anything at all, call me on that." A jut of your chin indicated to a sat phone on the galley table.

Then, with nothing said, you headed back up towards the villa.

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