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The First Snow

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x fem!reader Rating: T+ Summary: Jack is finally home, just in time for the magic of the changing seasons.  Word Count:  1,827 Warnings: Sexually suggestive comments but nothing explicit, Soft!Whiskey, no beta A/N: This started as a little head cannon that I sent to @talesfromtheguild​ yesterday when we got our first (super early) snowfall of the year, and I expanded on it just a bit. I’m so soft for Jack, it’s unreal. I’m thinking of expanding this to a much steamier part two. yay? nay? 

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Fall on the ranch was your favorite time of year. The air was crisp and smelt of the turning leaves that fell gently in the breeze. It was the time to bring out your cozy clothes; your favorite sweaters and scarves, the knit mittens your grandmother had made you, the cute little beanies your boyfriend insisted on buying you (not that you were complaining). Everything inside smelt of cinnamon and nutmeg, and the nights were spent wrapped in a fleece blanket by the fire with your favorite warm drink warming your hands. In a word, it was perfection. The only thing that made it better was when your man finally made it home for the holidays.

And that final thing is what you currently find yourself waiting for.

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Ship: Frankie Morales x Elena Bohannon (OC)

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

One Shots

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Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Addicted to You

Part 1: The Chain

Summary/Author’s Note: As the sister of veteran turned freelance for hire Santiago “Pope” Garcia, you grew up close to his friends and ex-military squad. Frankie Morales always had your heart, in the same way you always had his–the two of you just never seemed to get the timing right. Trying to escape the violence of a military career based family, you turned to journalism and humanitarian work in war torn countries. But three days ago your crew was ambushed and after three days without any contact, Pope is getting the guys back together for a rescue mission. (Follows Canon events very closely with added character and liberties) Thank you to @winters-buck for headcanoning with me about Frankie and getting me pumped up enough to write this.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Pope’s sister!Reader Word Count: 4.6k (idk what happened…) Warnings/rating: (NC-17)/18+ Language, smoking, implied drug use, PTSD, sex/smut, kidnapping, blood, violence, threats, fluff and feelings

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House of The Dragon

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Rule Maker, Rule Breaker: Chapter 1

Words: 8.4k 

Rating: E

Warnings: shooting, non-descriptive death, SMUT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, AND masturbation now that I remember, penetration, creampie! just general filth, gambling?

a/n: SO literally nobody asked for this, but I decided to turn NO REFUNDS into the prologue of a short series (you don’t really need to read NO REFUNDS, it’s only for context.) Anywayyys heavy feelings, heavy plot, heavy smut. Have fun. 

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Maker, you need to start cheating. That way you wouldn’t be in the middle of a staring contest with your cards, like you can change their colorful drawings and numbers if you only glare hard enough. You’ve never been particularly good at sabacc, but a little luck wouldn’t hurt, especially since this is the third round in a row you lose.  Duma deals the last couple of cards across the coal black table and stacks the deck, signaling the start of the game.

Well, you suppose it doesn’t really matter; you doubt your sabacc buddies have better hands. These days, everyone in Nevarro is short on luck. Luck and food and water. Others are less pessimistic: As soon as Greef Karga glances at his hand he leans back on the carcass of a cantina booth and slaps his belly. “Ha!” he bellows, “by the end of this round, you filthy gutter womp rats will have to borrow from your womp rat mothers to pay me.”

“Quit bluffing, Karga. We know you don’t have shit,” Cara mutters. She picks up her cards and pulls a face like she bit on lemon, but still the veteran goes all in, pushes forward a couple of stabilizing coils, an identity beacon you could’ve sold at a decent price some months ago and—maker—even a pouch of nova crystal dust. Nobody here is stupid enough to gamble with food, but you’re surprised that even nova has lost its worth and been demoted to casino chip status. “This place smells like shit.”

“Bad bluff, piss-poor trash talk too,” you taunt. “Looks like all that time doing business with Imperials smoothed your brain, Karga.”

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LockDown Part I: Bottle Episode [Revised Edition]

Summary: The fate of the Avengers lies in the hands of the Senate this evening, and all you have to do is make sure Loki is prepared for the hearing and ready to leave. 

Setting: 2018 in an alternate timeline where Loki made it to Earth after the events of “Thor: Ragnarok” and Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, and Scott Lang are still on the Raft.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (First Person)

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Avenger’s Compound March 12th, 2018:

    I raced towards the elevator as best I could in my heels, nearly dropping the manila folder that had been too large to fit inside my purse. 

    “Evening.” Travis, the ex-SHIELD agent, looked up from the UPs package he was signing for and smiled at me. His white teeth contrasted against his dark skin. He wore his usual uniform of black cargo pants and a black t-shirt that accentuated his muscles. 

     “Sorry Travis,” I said without stopping. “We can catch up later.” 

   Travis shook his head and laughed. His booming voice echoed throughout the halls of the compound. “Tony doesn’t pay you enough.”

    I reached my destination out of breath and with swollen feet. I removed my shoes and wiggled my toes. Elevators in the Avengers compound, I had realized from my year of working as Tony’s liaison, were a lot like printers; They never worked when you needed them to because they could sense your fear. 

          The button for the elevator flashed a bright red after I had pressed it. I tapped my foot against the laminated floor and crossed my arms over my chest. Unlike myself, the elevator doors remained stationary. I pressed the button gently a second time, and then a third, and by the fourth, I was punching it.

        “Not sure if hitting it will help.”

         I turned around and looked up at the person behind me. “Don’t tell me hitting things doesn’t work. You punched Hitler and it ended a war.”

“I didn’t actually punch Hitler,” Steve Rogers replied sheepishly. The chrome-coloured elevator reflected Captain America failing to readjust his necktie. “And besides, I don’t think this elevator has started any wars.”

       “That we know of.” I swatted Steve’s hand and took hold of his tie. “There,” I said, smoothing down the grey fabric. 

              “Thanks.” Steve pulled an ID badge from his pocket. His hands shook as he tried to clip it to his suit jacket. 

    “Nervous about the senate hearing,” I commented. 

           “Let’s just say I don’t like public speaking.” Steve looked me up and down as the doors to the elevator finally opened. “You look nice. What’s the occasion?” 

      “I’ve got a date.” I swayed back and forth on my heels and tugged on the fabric of my black silk dress. 

        “Finally said yes to Mr Facebook?” Steve asked. He pressed the button for the roof where the Avenger’s helicopter took off from. 

      I rolled my eyes and pressed the button for the 12th floor. I felt a shiver run up my spine. “Don’t call Eric that. Makes it sound like I’m going on a date with Mark Zuckerburg.”

     The remainder of the elevator ride with Steve was spent in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until Steve’s ID card fell to the ground that we continued our conversation.

     “These things are always a bitch,” I said, bending down to pick up the badge. With expert precision, I fastened the ID Card to Steve’s suit jacket. “Took me a few senate hearings to master it.” 

   “How long do they usually go for?”

   “Depends,” I shrugged, “This one probably won’t be so long. It’s already starting in the evening. Thank Tony for that.”  I pulled my phone out of my purse, my heart started pounding when I saw it was already 5:30. “Shit,” I mumbled. 

   “I’m assuming they are going to ask me questions about the signing of the accords, huh?”

    “Yeah, probably.” My head was down as I scrolled through text messages with Eric. I read the last one I had sent this morning. “Looking forward to dinner tonight at 6:00. Le Bernardin.” 

     The musical chime of the elevator caused me to jump. I took a deep breath, and clutched my file even harder. 

    “Everything okay?” Steve asked. I still hadn’t left the elevator. 

     “It will be, once I’m finished delivering this file to the prince of darkness,” I answered, waving the yellow folder labelled “Senator profiles.” 

   “Loki was supposed to have gotten that file last week.”

  “Yup.”

   “And the hearing is in an hour.”

     “It sure is,” I offered Steve a toothless smile. Steve in turn looked at me, with a raised eyebrow.

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            “You look ridiculous,” Loki greeted me. I rubbed my knuckles which had grown sore from banging on Loki’s door. 

    “And you’re not wearing the suit I got you,” I said, as I squeezed past Loki, who was blocking me from entering his room. His hair was damp and he wore black pants and a simple dark green sweater. Needless to say, he looked comfortable. “This,” I held up the file and slammed it down on Loki’s coffee table. I nearly knocked over the Jenga box Thor had left, “Is for you.”

    “Not interested.” A green glow washed over Loki instantly drying his hair. 

  “You know what?” I threw my hands in the air, “I’ve been trying to help you for three weeks. You want to go to the senate hearing unprepared. Be my guest. I don’t care anymore.”

           “I’m not going, Bug.” Loki sauntered over to the freshly painted black varnished bookshelf that had been left behind by Wanda. Its original red oak colour had been completely erased. Most furniture in Loki’s room had once belonged to Wanda. The only thing distinguishably Loki were the various paintings he had hanging on the walls. The latest one, depicting a naked man and woman, in a forest with a snake, hanging over the fireplace. 

       I watched Loki select “Frankenstein’s Monster,” from the shelf and take a seat on the black leather lounge chair, his feet resting on the ottoman. I couldn’t help the small hitch in my breath as he licked his finger to turn the page. 

    “You don’t have a choice,” I pulled the ottoman out from under Loki’s feet. His boots slammed against the hardwood. “You’ve been subpoenaed.”

    “I don’t know what that means.”

    “You would if you LISTENED to any of the senate prep, I’ve been forced to give you.”

  “Nor do I care,” Loki pulled his footrest back towards himself. 

   “Oh, you’ve made that painfully clear. But you should care. Do you want to live on New Asgard with Thor or not?”

   Loki sighed and set his book down. “I want to be left alone.”

    “Enjoy the RAFT because that’s exactly where you’re headed.” 

   “The RAFT?” Loki looked up at the ceiling, “Why does the sound familiar?” 

   I clenched my fist. My blood had begun to boil. “You really haven’t been listening to anything I’ve been telling you? The RAFT is a prison where the other half of the Avengers have been- Why am I wasting my breath?”

  “I’ve been asking myself that question for a month,” Loki said with a smirk before turning to another page of his book. 

        I rolled my eyes and crossed my arm. Loki was arrogant. Rude. I wanted to throw something at him. My eyes landed on the Jenga box Thor had left behind on his last visit. God that was a disaster. 

“You oaf,” Loki had shouted, “You bumped the table.”

    Thor called my name and pointed to the fallen blocks, “Tell him I didn’t bump the table.”

    Loki and I were supposed to be going over questions he should avoid answering at the hearing. Thor had strolled in believing his brother needed a break. 

“Thor we really need to work,” I had told the God of Thunder. 

            “If you’re looking for something to throw at me, can I recommend a pillow?” Loki’s voice brought me back to reality. His eyes had never left his book.

    I froze, my eyes widening, and I began looking around the room. 

    “I can’t read your mind, Bug,” He looked up from his book and gave me a smile, “You’re just very predictable.” 

        “And do you know what you are?”

“What am I?” Loki leaned forward, a smirk on his face. 

“You’re-” My phone started to ring. I pulled it out of my purse and swiped the talk button. Loki’s nose scrunched, and his brows furrowed when I held my index finger up to him. “Hello?” I said into the other end of my phone. Loki rose from his seat and walked towards me as I listened to the woman on the other end of the call informing me that my reservations would have to be pushed to 6:30. “That’s great,” I told the hostess as I walked away from Loki and headed towards his kitchen, “I’m running late myself. Thanks for the heads up.” I set my phone down on Loki’s kitchen island and glared at the god following me around his room. “Will you stop trying to listen in on my conversations?”

Loki placed his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet. “You have a date,” he stated. 

“Yes,” I sighed. 

A few particles of dust fell to the ground as Loki wiped his finger along the surface of the kitchen island. “Who with?” he shrugged. 

“Why do you care?”

“Just curious.” 

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. “His name is Eric. Okay? I knew him from high school. His sister used to be friends with my sister. Happy?”

“Not quite. Something doesn’t add up.”

“What?” I asked, taking a gulp of air. My palms began to sweat. 

“Why would Eric want to go on a date with you?”

“Okay,” I pursed my lips and nodded my head, “I’ve wasted enough time. The hearing is in-” I tapped my phone - “50 minutes. I suggest you use your magic and pop off to Washington.”

“I can’t teleport myself,” Loki scoffed.

“And I can’t stand being in a room with you. So, I’m leaving.”

 I barely made it two steps when the lights in Loki’s room went dark. My hands began to shake, and my breath became shallow. It only took a few seconds for the lights to come back on, but instead of its usual fluorescent hue, Loki’s room was basked in a red glow. I had to cover my ears as a loud, unnerving alarm could be heard throughout the compound. The windows surrounding the far end of Loki’s room were covered by a metal slab that fell down from the ceiling. Another metal shield raised from the floor, covering Loki’s front door. The God of Mischief himself gently took my arm and moved me so I now stood behind him. Two daggers materialized in his hands. 

           “Attention all staff, and guests,” FRIDAY’s voice echoed throughout the room. The Avengers compound is in a mandatory lockdown. Please remain where you are. This is not a drill. I repeat. The Avengers compound is in a mandatory lockdown. Please remain where you are.”

As FRIDAY continued to repeat her message a few more times, Loki and I looked at each other. The realization of our situation hitting us at the exact same time. 

I broke the silence first. 

“Fuck.”

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Author’s Commentary

So for anyone who’s seen my update, I have decided to go back and revise some of my chapters. It’s really just a personal preference. So, if you read this chapter before, and don’t feel like reading it again, don’t worry, it’s the same plot as last time. 

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Frankie x Reader: Hunt, howl, and hatch. "All the doors are open 'cause thr air conditioner's busted."

SIgh. I love one (1) flannel boyfriend so much.

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You stared at the house, a low sigh escaping your lips as you realized that you were going to have to step out of the cool comfort of the car, where you had kept the air conditioner blasting since you’d gotten in. A heat wave was sweeping through the area; it was getting to the point where you could step out the front door and immediately be drenched in a layer of sweat. Curse summer, you thought to yourself, the worst season.

Your eyes narrowed when you looked closer and found that the front door was open, the screen door providing the only barrier. The windows all appeared to be thrown wide open as well. Groaning, you grabbed your keys and opened the door, ready to give Frankie the 3rd degree as to why he had everything open instead of closing off to keep the cool air trapped inside.

A few beads of sweat almost instantly dripped down your face and you hastily wiped as you trudged inside. Frankie’s truck was there, and you knew he was home before you today. You were looking forward to a cool reprieve, but you might have to stick to a cold shower.

“Frankie?” you called out as you stepped into the front door and shut it behind you. Something was immediately off when you realized that the low hum of the air conditioner wasn’t reaching your ears. Shit, “baby?”

A minuscule groan met your ears as you walked into the living room and found the french doors to the backyard open as well. But your husband was nowhere to be found. Walking over to shut the doors, a small yelp escaped your lips as you almost tripped and fell over a pair of long, tan legs. He sat up bolt right in a flash as he caught you and prevented what could have been a nasty fall, “honey, are you okay?”

“Holy shit, Francisco!” you plopped on your bottom with a small oof before taking him in. He was there in nothing but his boxers, a small sheen of sweat covering his whole body. Under any normal circumstances you would have definitely taken advantage of the situation, but right now you were simply not in the mood, “what the hell are you doing on the floor...in your boxers?”

“It’s hot,” he stated simply, “all the doors are open ‘cause the air conditioner’s broken. I’ve called every place in town but they’re all slammed right now. They can’t come until at least tomorrow.”

Your mouth dropped before you sighed heavily; you wanted to be annoyed or mad, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t Frankie’s, or anyone else’s fault....just extremely bad timing and inconvenient, “of all the times. But Frankie, mi amor, you’re supposed to keep everything closed up to keep the heat out, not let it in.”

“I was hoping there would be a breeze,” he gave you a sheepish grin as you reached over and ruffled his dark locks, “I can’t believe I didn’t remember that.”

“You’ve got a lot going on, baby,” you couldn’t but smile as he keened into your touch, “but sometimes I wonder if you possess any common sense.”

“Hey!” he pouted at you, those damn lips inviting as ever as you leaned over and gave him a small kiss. Instantly his frown turned into a smile, his dimples standing out brilliantly on his handsome face, “I guess I forgive you.”

“I’d offer more,” you winked at him, “but it’s too damn hot.”

“Take your clothes-”

“Francisco Morales,” your eyes widened as he pointed at himself, and you quickly realized what he meant, “oh.”

“It’s not much, but it helps a little bit,” he insisted as you nodded, reaching up and starting to pull of your top as he tried to not to appear too eager. A little smirk crossed his features when he realized you were wearing your black lace bra. He was a simple man, he appreciated some good looking lace, "maybe you should keep your clothes on. You're gonna make it too hot in here."

"Shut up, you big dork," you tossed your shirt to the side, giving him a playful nudge before starting to shimmy out of your jean shorts. He let out a small groan at the sight of the matching panties, "like what you see?"

"You're fucking killing me, honey," he groaned as he laid back down and let out a long breath, "looking like that. God, I love you so much."

"Or you're just horny," you laid down next to him, already feeling slightly better from the loss of your clothes. Frankie brought a hand to your face, gently running his fingers over your cheek. The mildest of breezes had finally arrived, and you let a small sound of content, "I love you so much, Frankie."

He leaned over to kiss you, gently nuzzling his nose against yours. The warmth of his body next to yours was almost too much, but you didn't mind, you loved being close to him.

"I have an idea," he said suddenly and you couldn't help but giggle. You dragged a finger along his nose, before stopping and giving it a kiss. You loved his nose, it might have come of your favorite things about him.

"What's your brilliant plan? Is it as good as opening all the windows and doors?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, baby," his hands went to your hips as he pulled you closer, his touch magnetic on your warm skin, "what's your plan?"

"Cold shower," he said with excitement, and you broke into a fit of laughter. He hadn't realized just what he had said at first before it dawned on you.

"I told you that you were just horny," you teased as you sat up, quickly moving to straddle his waist as a wicked idea popped into your head. Frankie just groaned as his hands found purchase on your hips, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," he murmured before sitting up right, holding onto you and picking you up as he started to heading towards the bathroom, "it's time for a cold shower."

"It won't be cold for very long!"

"That's the plan, sweetheart," he almost growled in your ear, "that's the plan."

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@whirlybirbs

From the void with love -> torn from time, you have to navigate the t.v.a. with the one person who singlehandedly ruined the entirety of nyc’s week. turns out you & him have a future-past. time is weird. loki, god of mischief (disputed) is infuriating.

Whirlybirbs Loki Drabbles -> Chronologically listed drabble masterlist for Loki/reader (often refrenced as fake!wife)

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What he doesn't know won't hurt him -> You and Loki had been doing a fairly decent job at keeping your relationship a secret from the other members of the team, specifically your father. But what happens when word finally gets out?

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LockDown - part 1 -> The Avengers compound is under lockdown and you’re stuck with Loki. With anthrax just outside the door, and a bomb set to go off in Loki’s room, can the two of you survive long enough to find out who’s responsible?

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Goddess Series -> You were a Greek sea goddess, just enjoying a typical day of nothing when a strange new god dropped into your land.

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The Elf Thief -> After paying for his crimes, Loki has earned back Thor’s trust if not the other Avengers. And though the God of Lies believes that he has reformed, he takes a dangerous path toward revenge—and his enemy’s daughter must pay the price for his convictions before he realizes how much he has yet to learn.

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Frostbite -> Iceland is nice - sure, you probably should’ve picked a time of year when the weather was a little warmer, but it isn’t too bad, and at least you’re away from your desk job, right? It’s a pretty big adventure.

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Behind Closed Doors -> being in a secret relationship with the god mischief himself and sneaking around to avoid the avengers.

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Loki's Happy Ending -> a collection of a fifty+ part storyline aiming to give Loki the happy ending that he deserved.

if you'd taken an arrow (and run it right through me)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t.

“Isn’t that that cheerleader?” Mike asked, his voice the picture of innocence as he pointed you out, eyes trained on Eddie’s face. Dustin narrowed his eyes as Eddie made a big show of trying to follow Mike’s finger.

“I dunno, man,” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. “They all look like cheerleaders to me.”

warnings: cheerleading injury, underaged drinking, mentions of smut

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