Wulferious

     Metal reflected in the rays of the sun, shining in the barrel as it was pointed in the air. "Portgas D. Ace--" the voice panted, the aim of the gun wavering slightly in uneasiness. "You, are not, a God." it stated, emphasizing each word, with a knock of the barrel to the wind.     Staring down the bullet with dark pools, his lips twitched up into a crooked grin, his dimples standing out with the freckles on his tanned cheekbones. His lips parted, but the look etched on his face never faltered, despite the gun only feet from his face. "Why don't you pull the trigger and find out?" he asked calmly with a tilt of the head quiet like an an

1. A chance meeting 2. Library 3. Holding hands 4. Crying 5. Siblings 6. Nightmare 7. Dawn 8. Dessert 9. Rain 10. Death 11. Notebook/diary 12. Piano 13. Cottage 14. Lust 15. Mythology 16. Woods 17. Boy 18. Guest 19. Poetry 20. Wine stain 21. Heartbeat 22. Dance 23. Road 24. Fireplace 25. Stare 26. Pregnancy 27. With or without you 28. Hot 29. Seaside 30. Lullaby 31. Appointment 32. Soft 33. Boat 34. Concealing 35. Visitor 36. Tomorrow 37. Concert 38. Rumour 39. Gown 40. Lake 41. Staircase 42. Interruption 43. Madness 44. Breaking the rules 45. Village 46. Satire 47. Past 48. Goddess 49. Publishi

 Stephen Strange (c) Marvel You (c) yourself Does not contain any major spoilers for the movie but beware as there are still some certain aspects upon if you see the movie, you will understand some stuff. So in a way though, SPOILERS BEWARE! Never seen a Stephen Strange x Reader aside from him being becoming Doctor Strange but as in before how he became to be practiced in the mystic arts. So let's give him some love. :D (All adaptions are free to use too!) You smiled as you happily unhooked the IV stem inside your patient's arm. The patient, a little girl by the name of Ilyna, winced at this but her eyes curiously widen at the sight of

The tune of an incoming Skype call startled you out of your trance. You had been playing Minecraft, and you were playing with such intensity that you forgot the world around you. You glimpsed at the incoming caller: Mark Fischbach, it read. You adjusted your webcam and clicked the “Accept Call” button. On your screen appeared Mark, also known as Markiplier, your friend and fellow YouTuber. You gave a small smile and asked, “What’s up?” Mark let out a heaving sigh and tipped his head back. His black-and-red plaid shirt was disheveled and his ebony hair was mussed, as if he couldn’t be bothered to keep track

h/l = hair length h/c = hair color e/c = eye color y/n = your name _____     _____     _____     _____ It was just another day working on a Jaeger. Your brown gloves were now black with grease and smoke from all the work you were doing. Someone called for a lunch break and you felt relief. You wiped some sweat from your brow after taking off your gloves and hat. It was a long day, like another for a mechanic, you were working on the torso of a Jaeger that was in a battle recently. It was your job, it was what you did. You weren’t the highest rank on the workers list but you were somewhat up there. You were the leader’

"I've seen the way you look at him, you know." Bofur almost whispered, leaning towards you in a conspiratory manner. You looked at the dwarf in astonishment and then furrowed your brow. Here you had thought that Bofur was one of the more tolerable amongst the rag-tag group of dwarven men, and now he was...teasing you? Or was he about to try and give you romantic advice? You scoffed at the idea, and looked away, saying, "I have no idea what you're talking about." You looked at the night sky, the stars looking more beautiful than you had ever seen during your nights wandering the outskirts of the Shire, restless for an adventure such as this.

You sat outside, leaning on the front of the Impala, watching the sun set. Sam had fallen asleep at about six o'clock, and Dean had his headphones in as he listened to music and letting the Magic Fingers do their, well, magic. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, rubbing your eyes and resting your hands on the Impala once again. You crossed one ankle over the other and looked at the falling sun, wishing it could ease away the tension in your body like it once could when times were simpler. You were stressed. Part of the job, sure, but there was this extra weight on your shoulders that hadn't been there before. It was tearing you up