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Reminder that it really doesn’t matter what ways you’re marginalized, if you’re not black you’re just as capable of anti blackness as white cishet people. No amount of “but I’m gay!”, “but I’m trans!”, or “but I’m not white!” changes that.

And being neurodiverse/disabled isn’t an excuse for anti blackness either.

[diskhorsedudes]

Don’t like this post if you’re not gonna also reblog it.

Boost my voice, don’t just like it for woke points.

[diskhorsedudes]

I’d fucking love it if white people didn’t use this post to pat themselves on the back. I guarantee that no amount of “don’t people know this already?” or “isn’t this obvious?” will actually make you a good ally to black people.

The only things that will make you a good ally to us is listening to us, boosting our voices, defending us when we need it, calling out your fellow whites when they display overt and/or covert racist behavior, and checking yourself consistently.

[shehath-awakened]

It’s terrifying

The endless black chasm of despair

Seeping into my skin

Engulfing everything about me until

I become wholly unrecognisable.

[shehath-awakened]

Beautiful Deaths Masterlist

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four (coming soon)

[shehath-awakened]

Beautiful Deaths: chapter three

A/N: here it issss, ahah. sorry this took me so long but thanks for hanging in there. finally came up with a title yayyy. once again thank you to all of you who are reading, liking, reblogging and commenting! i really love writing this and i hope you love the chapter :)

The following day, you shifted into the form of one of Rosa’s ex-girlfriends under the guise that you were ‘picking up some of your stuff’. this was Rosa’s idea and honestly, it was the best idea you both came up with after an entire night of brainstorming. 

***

“So, can you make yourself look like anything?” she said after the third drink. She was sitting backwards on an armchair with her legs up in the air, her head hanging off the seat. You were lying on the open floor on the rug looking up at Rosa, so your heads were nearly touching.

 “I guess, within reason. I haven’t tested it out that much. What’s your idea?” you looked at the upside-down detective, her black hair cascading to the floor. She told you her plan, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment.

 “How does that work anyway? The shifting? How do you do it?” you looked back up at the ceiling contemplating her question. In all honesty you didn’t really know. When you did try to work on your abilities, something could easily go wrong, and it had. Oh so many times...

 “I can't explain it,” you stated after a pause. “all I know is that if i think really hard about what I want to become... it just happens” you said with a shrug.

***

“God it’s weird to see you as my ex” Rosa exclaimed as you climbed off her bike when you had arrived at the precinct. You couldn’t help the slight hint of a smirk that came to your cheeks over this remark paired with the detective’s eyes moving over your body.

Taking off your helmet you looked over to her still holding the smirk and began walking into the building.

 “It won’t be for long, I just need time to come up with a more permanent solution” you loved the life you had built for yourself and you weren’t going to give it up that easily. Other people might wonder why you were being so paranoid, but, to your knowledge, your powers were unlike those of mutations, making you the only person in new york- potentially the world- with abilities like yours. You couldn't risk Shield taking you in for experimentation. The squad had been briefed on your temporary appearance the night before so none should be shocked when you walked into the bullpen. This, however did not stop Hitchcock forgetting and attempting to hit on you believing you were actually Rosa’s ex-girlfriend.

 Once that had all been sorted out, you and the squad met in the secret location Jake had come up with at the agreed upon time of 9:30 am. Of course, he had decided to come up with an overly elaborate code for everyone to solve revealing the location within the precinct which, unsurprisingly contained multiple Die-Hard references. No doubt Gina helped captain Holt with those sections as he was also there when you and Rosa arrived.

 “Great everyone is here” Jake began as you entered the covert room. “now, before we get to the boring stuff, tell me how awesome the clues were”

“Jake” Amy gently chastised him.

“right, (y/n)’s life is in danger yup” the detective corrected himself quickly.

 “unfortunately, we haven’t come up with a solution yet.” He continued, now looking directly at you. “Shields have such major ties within government and the NYPD that they’d be able to scout you out in a heartbeat.”

 “Is there not any way you can talk to them (y/n)? See what they want?” Boyle spoke up.

 “it’s too risky.” Rosa stated matter-of-factly. “we don’t actually know why they are looking for her, what if it's malicious?” she had an edge to her tone you noticed, what was it? Protectiveness? From then on you stood in silence whilst the squad bickered about what was the best plan of action. You were beginning to feel as the walls were closing in on you and your mouth had gone very dry, very quickly, that wasn’t good.

Once again you feel eyes on you as you look up and see the squad staring at you. You really needed to stop zoning out like that.

 “(y/n)? you okay?” Serg looked at you with concern in his eyes but also with that tint of fear he gets whenever Rosa is having one of her moments. You looked down and saw what the squad were staring at, your body had a green glow surrounding it. You realized that you had possibly been too deep in thought, you'd lost control before but twice in the past 24 hours was a new high score. You took a few deep breaths and the glow was gone as if it had never been there.

 You hesitated, not trusting yourself to speak without vomiting, this had all escalated so damn quickly. Why did you ever have to throw that goddamn chair?

“I-uh-um… I need some air” and with that you left the room stalking up to the bullpen and then onto the roof grabbing a glass of water on your way. For a while you just sat and looked over the streets of Brooklyn.

 How did I get myself into this situation? You internally cursed yourself. That was when you heard the door open and shut behind you.

 “(y/n)?” Jake's voice pulled you from your thoughts, you could hear that his voice, just like Terry's had been, was laced with concern. You turned around to see him slowly approach you as you would a distressed animal so you gave him a smile to let him know he could join you.

 Jake came to sit beside you with both your legs dangling off the ledge. You don’t know how long you two sat there in silence until you broke it.

 “I don’t know what to do.” You said, now using your own voice instead of the distorted one. “maybe Charles is right, maybe I should just go and speak to them? See what they want?” You wanted to sound brave but the quiver in your voice gave you away.

 “No. No I won’t let you do that. You heard Rosa. We have no idea what they really want with you”

 “It can’t be worse than running” you turned to look Jake in the eye. You were truly exhausted from all those years of hiding, pretending. He looked defeated, it hurt him that you were in this situation. Facing the impossible. You went to rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing for the first time in what felt like years. Jake captured your hand in his, holding it as though you would slip through his touch. Again, you sat in silence. You closed your eyes and listened to the traffic below you. The whirr of car engines, the sound of their horns, the civilians down below. Eventually you zoned in on the breathing beside you, the rhythmic intake and release of oxygen. You attempted to match Jake’s breathing to yours, perhaps in effort to be closer to him or to become invisible to the world.

 “Okay, I’m going to go back in there.” Jake broke the silence this time. “the squad and I will come up with something, I promise. We won’t let you down (y/n)” he gave your hand a squeeze and told you to come back inside when you were ready. You sat for a little longer, finishing your glass of water and then decided to return to the bullpen. 

*** 

 As soon as you re-entered the building you felt off. You couldn’t explain it but there was this surge of energy nearby, almost as though the air was filled with static electricity but only you could feel it. You looked around the bullpen and saw nothing out of the ordinary, that is until the elevator doors opened revealing a certain god of mischief.

“shit” you cursed under your breath and attempted to quickly make your way back to the squad. You had nearly made it out of the bullpen but you suddenly found yourself face to face with Loki. Disguising your voice once more you spoke to the god.

 “excuse me” you mustered your courage to look him in the eye hoping you had hidden yourself effectively enough so he couldn’t recognize you.

 “I do apologise miss—”

“Pryce, Jocelyn Pryce” you gave the name of your cover as Rosa’s ex.

“miss Pryce” Loki replied “I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the lavatories”

“Sorry, I don’t work here, you can ask one of the officers and they’ll be able to tell you” you said keeping yourself from running away at full speed like every sinew in your body wanted you to. “if you’ll excuse me I have to get—” you attempted to walk past but before you could take another step you felt his hand on your upper arm, not harsh, but firm enough to keep you from getting free.

 Still looking ahead of himself Loki spoke again.

“enough games lady, I know who you are. I simply want to have a chat” he said gently, but loudly enough for you to hear.

 Of course he knew, he knew yesterday when you were appearing as a fucking dog. Your heart began beating a mile a minute, you tried once again to walk away but Loki still held you, unyielding.

 “I wish you no harm, detective. The avengers do not even know I am here. I simply have a few questions I need answered.”

“so speaks the literal god of lies” you retorted your voice once again fading back to normal. Loki chuckled and looked you in the eyes.

“this is true, but something tells me you are a good judge of character”

You held his gaze, looking for any nuance of dishonesty in it. He was right, ever since you were little you had been able to read people extraordinarily well. It’s what made you such a good detective.

“okay” you finally gave in. “but not here” you looked to see if anyone was watching and took hold of his shoulder. Loki gave you a puzzled look but before he could comment you had teleported the two of you to where the rest of the squad were while also dropping the disguise.

 As you began to teleport the two of you however you felt a strong pull, no, more like a tug. Before you could react, you found yourself materializing right outside the avenger’s tower.

***

“what the hell, Loki?!” you growled under your breath. You got ready to teleport back to the precinct but Loki held you just above your elbow.

“I wouldn’t try going back, we just teleported a long way and from what I can tell you do not have the power right now” he warned. Loki was right, you even tried to don your disguise again but were too drained even for that. You glared at him.

“why the fuck did you bring me here? You said you only needed to ask a few questions” you tried getting away but he still held your arm and not moving.

“I had those questions answered for me when you began to teleport us. I wasted enough time stalling the avengers and had to bring you here, it is my job after all.” He answered, nonchalantly, which only angered you more.

“yeah and since when did you care about rules or orders, huh? I can’t be here, do you not get that?”

“actually this exactly where you need to be. Believe it or not, the team means you no harm, nor does shield. They wish to help you in fact.” This answer just made you scoff.

“help? Tell that to the enhanced that end up on the raft”

“from what I have witnessed today my dear, you are not simply an enhanced” he looked you dead in the eye and you stop attempting to get out of his grasp. You looked up at him, how could they know the difference between your abilities and that of the enhanced? They had seen you throw one chair. Of course you knew the difference but you sure as hell were not going to let them know.

“wait, what? What do you mean? Of course I am. What else would I be?” you laughed at the absurdity of this whole situation. In response Loki looked down at the floor then back at you.

“not here” is all he said. “I understand I haven’t done much to earn your trust, but I can tell you that the avengers simply want to help you control your powers”

“I can control them fine myself” you retorted defensively, in actual fact you knew you couldn’t. you had been lying to yourself for so long; it had been fine when you were little but as you grew, so did your powers but your knowledge on how to use them stayed the same.

“Stark has technology that reads energy surges in the city, we know about the lack of control.” Loki said dryly “

“oh,” this moment would have been comical if not for the threat to your freedom “I'm learning to control it. i just need t-“

Loki interrupted you by taking your hands in his cool ones, looking you in the eye.

“y/n what you need is a teacher. Your magic is powerful, strangely so for that of a midgardian. the avengers, as much as I loath to say this, can help…” Loki paused, debating whether to say anymore. “... I- I can help”

You looked into his emerald eyes, hoping to find some form of dishonesty so you could just go back to your old life. There was none. If it weren’t for Loki still having your hands in his they would have most definitely been shaking.

You took in a deep breath, steeling yourself.

“okay” your voice came out barely as a whisper. “let’s go.” And with that, you walked into the elevator.

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hiii! can i get tagged in the untitled series? thanks so much!

of course! i’ll be posting the third chapter later today :))) sorry it’s taken me so long to update i’ve been getting ready for uni so chapters might be posted slowly

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Diverge

Summary: Life had always been hard for Y/N, but when her destiny is uprooted by Hydra, she calls out to be saved. And two Asgardians answer. Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader Word Count: 7665 Warnings: Angst, violence, mentions of drug abuse and torture/blood, language, fluff, implied smut, more fluff A/N: This was written for @tilltheendwilliwrite and her 7.7k Follower Celebration. Congrats on the milestone! My prompt was the quote, “Be careful with her. She is just newly back, and the ordeal has left terrible scars.” and it is in bold in the fic. I had originally posted another version of this back in mid-June, but I was not happy with how it came out. I took it down a few mins after posting it, and finally finished the rewrite yesterday. I am much more happy with it now, and I hope you all enjoy. It was beta’d by @saxxxology and @idjitmonkey​, gif made by me. :)

Marvel Masterlist

Nobody ever wakes up knowing that their destiny will change and they’re going to die before their time.

Sometimes it’s quick—a gunshot, car crash, or some other kind of tragic accident. Other times, it’s slow—prolonged illness, accidents which maim and cause slow deterioration, or the worst one of all: the small percentage of people who end up truly knowing what torture is before their life is taken.

Y/N Y/L/N was one of those people.

A life as tragic as hers, one filled with confusion and anger, led her down paths she never would have travelled. A gift she developed late in her life, one which should have been a source of great power and understanding, manifested as a burden. It didn’t take long for her choices to catch up with her.

It began with alcohol, the burning liquid finally quieting the voices in her head enough to allow her to sleep. When her body adjusted and a full bottle of whiskey would no longer send her into the blissful peace of darkness, she turned to harder drugs, and thus began the spiral which ended up landing her in jail for heroin possession after an almost fatal overdose. If not for a compassionate judge who ordered rehabilitation instead of continuing her jail time, she would still be locked away, fighting through the war inside her mind alone.

When she was abducted from Dolan’s Recovery House, a farm doubling as a halfway house on the outskirts of the city, her path jutted off course like a rogue horse separating from the herd, galloping through an unfamiliar dark forest. The only thing she was focusing on was her recovery—both mental and physical—taking the time to learn her gift instead of running from it. Michael Dolan, the owner of the farm and recovery house, knew Y/N was different the moment he saw her, and it didn’t take long for her to confide in him, allowing his guidance to support her through her recovery. It was her contentment that caused complacency, giving the men who came in the middle of the night little to no security to overcome when they took her.

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i think without a doubt the greatest time heteronormative standards against women wears shut down in front of me was the time my teacher singled out this girl saying “ooh (name) your smiling are you talking to a boy?” (we were allowed our phones)

and this girl looks her dead in the eye with a silent room and says “no i just got paid” and i dunno but that’s one of the funniest things to me

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Beautiful Deaths: chapter two

note: thank you so much for the support on the first chapter! i honestly did not expect that much attention haha, well here it is chapter two. i hope you enjoy!!

chapter one

summary: Y/N is a detective at the 99th precinct with a secret. Hiding from the avengers is not an easy task.

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You felt the familiar twist in your stomach of the teleportation, only this time far worse. You had never taken another person with you before, let alone two; you had an awful feeling this was going to drain you more than usual. It took less than a second to materialise back in the precinct. You could hear the distant chatter of officers and the whirr of printers down the hall. Looking up and down the corridor, you made sure nobody had seen the three of you.

Almost immediately, Charles began frantically asking what had just happened and Jake… well, he looked just like he did that time Amy tricked him into running up to the roof on Halloween. With a swift movement you led a spluttering Charles and a sea-sick Jake into the evidence lock-up, locking the door behind you as to not be overheard.

“okay” you began “let me—”

“what the hell was that Y/N?!” Boyle cut you off. “since when have you been able to do that? And why did you run from the avengers? Are you in trouble?”

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll explain everything just… not right now. I need you two to trust me. Please.” You looked between them imploringly, hoping they would have your back.  Charles held your gaze for a second and broke the silence;

“alright” he gave you a smile and you felt the weight being lifted off your shoulders. You looked to Jake. Like Charles did, he held your gaze with an expression you couldn’t read.

“Y/N of course I trust you. We are all a team. The whole squad will have your b—” he began but stopped abruptly, turning around and throwing up in the closest bin. Despite the interruption, you could tell he meant what he said.

“Oh yeah, sorry that tends to happen when you teleport for the first time. Should wear off in a few minutes” you explained, grimacing. It was strange talking to people about this, you had been keeping it secret for as long as you could remember but now it was about to be out in the open. Well, sort of.

“What do you need us to do?” you were brought back to the moment by Boyle. You looked at the time. Shit, it had already been ten minutes. You needed to act quickly as it wouldn’t take the avengers long to find out where you were, especially with the whole of Stark Industries and Shield at their fingertips.

“I need you to come with me to captain Holt” you addressed Charles “I need the squads help but I have to explain to him first. Jake—” you looked over at the sickly detective “join us when you can. We’ll be in his office. Do not speak to anyone on your way. Got it?”

Leaning over the trash can he smiled weakly holding up a thumb.

“Great” you patted him on the back a couple times as a gesture of sympathy and left with Charles to talk to Holt.

***

Despite your fatigue from the mission, you ran to holt’s office, time was against you and you had to get out of there and somewhere safe quickly.

“(Y/N), Boyle?” You had reached the bullpen, just about to turn into his office when you heard Amy behind you. “when did you get back? I didn’t see you get off the elevator… where’s Peralta?”

Crap. This is the exact kind of run in you were hoping wasn’t going to happen. But you then turned to her, realising she could help.

“Amy, you need to listen to me. Gather the squad and tell them to speak to absolutely no one but each other, even if it’s a family member. Please trust me. I’ll explain everything once I’ve spoken to Holt.”

She looked to Charles who nodded silently. She gave a single nod in response and went straight to Terry, doing as you instructed. Not willing to waste anymore time, you went to Holt who was, thankfully, inside his office. You didn’t bother knocking, it wasn’t the time for formalities.

“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt. I have to talk with you. It’s urgent” as you walked into the room you closed the blinds. Your friend’s face became laced with concern and he motioned to the chair in front of him.

“what is the matter, detectives?” As you sat down you began to explain what had happened at the mission, how the avengers had turned up, how they let the guy get away causing you to get angry, not completely willing to go into the details despite the gravity of the situation.

“So you yelled at the avengers a bit? I’m sure they get it all the time from officers, it is nothing—” Charles cut him off.

“It’s what happened next, sir” Holt looked between the both of you, his normally stoic expression replaced with unease. Not too sure how to explain, you looked to Holt, telling him everything just as it happened. You then went onto explain why you had kept this a secret, it felt amazing to let go of it all. Not once did Charles or Holt push you, they trusted you completely and it felt surreal.

“So Captain, I need yours and the squads help, I can’t do this on my own” And without hesitation he agreed with a nod. You heard small sniffles coming from next to you and turned to see Boyle tearing up.

“You alright there bud?” you patted his upper arm as he replied between sobs,

“It’s just—so wholesome” before you could react he pulled you into a tight hug and you patted his back some more. He opened up his arm motioning for Holt.

“Captain get in here” he cried and you turned to Holt who wore his deadpan expression once more. With a lurch Boyle grabbed him and drew him into the embrace. You looked sideways to your captain and mumbled,

“Just say the word and I’ll teleport us out of here” as Charles comically sniffled into his shoulder.

***

After the awkwardly long embrace, captain Holt brought in the squad to explain the situation. What you liked most about him is his no-nonsense way about things. There was no beating around the bush with that guy which is exactly what you needed right now.

“So you threw a chair? What’s the big deal? I’ve lost it at them more then once.” Rosa chimed in. You sunk back into the corner of the room not wanting to admit what happened one more time.

“the deal, Rosa” Jake voiced as he walked into holt’s office, still looking a little green. “is that she threw it with her mind, it was awesome.”

Once again, all eyes were on you, some shocked, some looking for confirmation. Instead of verbally confirming what Jake had just said, you took a deep breath and lifted a pen from captain holt’s desk just like you had done with the chair. As you were doing so, the green signature of your abilities wisped around your hand and the object. After a few moments of hovering the pen, you set in back down on the desk.

Without any further explanations you looked back to Rosa and the squad. “I value my freedom. I never told anyone about my past but I have to now. When I was little I was taken because of my mutations. I can’t remember much but I know I was passed around a lot, being… sold, I assume for what I could do. I wish I could remember but I don’t. I got out somehow and made a life for myself. All I knew is that I had these abilities and couldn’t tell anyone. Next thing I knew New York was being attacked by aliens and Shield began rounding up people like me. That’s when some memories started coming back to me, although most of my childhood up to 16 is completely blank.”

You took a moment; the squad gave you the time you needed. You had never said this aloud to anyone before but it didn’t feel therapeutic, it felt damning. You knew this would change everything. You took another deep breath before continuing.

“So I need your help. Shield will be looking for me, I need to hide out for one night where they won’t find me.”

“You can come to mine. No one knows where I live” Diaz offered. You gave her a smile and surprisingly she gave one back. You turned to the rest of the squad,

“I need the rest of you to tell anyone who asks that I ran and that you have no idea where I am. It won’t necessarily be a shield agent or an avenger they send so do not tell anyone what I have told you. I’ll be back tomorrow disguised, I’m not letting this derail all I’ve built up”

“Isn’t that a bit risky? How do you know they won’t tell it’s you?” asked terry, you gave him a small smirk.

“Trust me, they won’t. Rosa, I’ll need to teleport us near yours to avoid being seen. Can you think of a nearby ally?”

“Several.”

“Perfect, no need to tell me I got it”

“Hang on. Did she just--?” terry addressed the group. You looked to him and finished his sentence for him;

“Read her mind? Yes, I did. Oh and before you ask Hitchcock, yes I have been able to do that all this time and you need to begin censoring your thoughts man”

“damn Y/N, what else can you do?” Jake asked looking like an excited puppy.

“Not enough time to explain. Rosa.” You offered the detective your arm to grab a hold of which she did immediately. Before leaving you looked back to the squad and nodded a thank you. You kept the place fixed in your mind and disappeared in a flash of green.

***

Just as you had done in the precinct, you rematerialized only this time in a dank alley near Rosa’s apartment.

“Dope” she said looking at you with an impressed expression, commenting on your skills. “Here, take my jacket, it’ll make you look less like yourself as we’re walking.”

The detective began to take off her leather jacket, and even though you admit it would be helpful you had another idea in mind. As she was handing you the piece of clothing you stopped her.

“Don’t worry I won’t need that. Hey, what does your dog look like?” you asked getting ready. You could have teleported you both straight to the apartment but it would be better if Rosa was seen entering without you.

“Golden lab about this tall, why does that--?” before she could finish there was another flash of green and down at her feet was you, as Arlo. “Holy crap Y/L/N” She said as she took the lead that you had conjured and began to walk you to her apartment.

As you were walking down the busy street, you spotted them and nudged Rosa with your head. Thor and Loki. Despite both being dressed in normal clothes, they could still be spotted from a mile off. They didn’t exactly blend in. You could tell Rosa had also seen them and they were walking to her, clearly about to question her on your whereabouts.

“Excuse me, Lady” Thor addressed Rosa, “My brother and I are here to speak you on behalf of Shield and the Avengers. Would you be able to tell us the whereabouts of one of your colleagues? (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Can you tell me why you wanna know?” she retorted, avoiding the question.

“I am afraid not, we can tell you she will not be harmed, Shield needs to speak to her about an ongoing confidential matter.”

You looked up at the two brothers in your current form. Thor was looking at Rosa, and she was looking at Thor. But Loki was looking at you. You sat down looking up at the god and cocked your head to the side. He remained silent, examining you until he was brought to the attention of his brother.

“Loki what are you doing?” Thor asked him. You were sure he had figured you out. It was only a matter of seconds, still you sat there waiting for the raven-haired man’s response.

“Oh nothing, it’s only this creature looks just like you brother” he said with a smirk. You were shocked, why did he not say anything? Your train of thought was interrupted by Thor spluttering his defence and you had decided you had spent too much time with the people you were hiding from. You pretended to chase after something, pulling Rosa away by the lead.

“I assume we are done here?” she asked coolly, raising her eyebrow while you still pulled on the lead.

“Yes, thank you for your time. Come on brother” replied the god of thunder and you and Rosa began to walk down the street and enter her apartment.

As soon as the door was closed behind you, you transformed back to yourself, exhausted. This was too much energy being drained in one day.

“that was a close call” noted Diaz, removing her jacket as you slumped on a nearby chair.

“yeah, yeah it was.” You said with a sigh. You stared into space, thinking about what had just happened. Loki knew that was you, you were sure of it. But why didn’t he say anything?

What game is he playing? You thought.

“relax, Y/N.” Rosa said to you handing you a drink, bringing you back to the real world. You weren’t sure what it was but it smelt strong, and you didn’t care. “we did it, you’re safe.”

But a few houses down were Thor and Loki, and unbeknownst to you, as you transformed back, you alerted the trickster to your use of magic, causing him to smirk once more and turn to Thor.

“I think this planet is starting to interest me after all, brother”

[shehath-awakened]

Beautiful Deaths: chapter one

soooo i did a thing. this is an idea i’ve been toying with for a while and i’ve just finished the prologue.

summary: Y/N is a detective at the 99th precinct with a secret. Hiding from the avengers is not an easy task.

word count: 2.1K (yikes)

ps) sorry if this sucks

It was a regular day at the 99. You had come in half an hour early to finish off some paperwork from the day before, ready to start the day afresh then headed into the morning briefing at 9am.  A day in the life of one of New York’s finest was never boring; from B and E’s at the local bodegas to money laundering, there was always a case to work on. As you walked through the bullpen towards the conference room, the smell of strong, fresh coffee wafted by. You saw Holt in his office preparing for the briefing looking somewhat uneased. You payed this no mind however as you did not want to intrude, if it were about work you would find out soon enough. Most people were already here; Amy was up front, prepped and ready as always, Rosa was sat at the back with her legs placed on top of each other on the table, in fact, everyone but Peralta was present, which was typical. He soon came in just as captain Holt was beginning to address the squad, you couldn’t tell whether he had even tried to make it on time but his saunter into the room made it apparent that time management was still not a skill of his. “Good morning,” he addressed the team, he then looked to Jake with a deadpan expression “Nice of you to finally join us, Jacob” “Not my fault.” The detective held his arms up in defence. “The line to get my breakfast was really long an--” he attempted to continue but Diaz chimed in; “How is that breakfast? All you have is a cup of coffee.” “Yeah, I usually get a bagel too but I’m cutting out the carbs, Rosa” Peralta retorted, putting a comical amount of emphasis while saying her name, while Diaz rolled her eyes. “Right, okay well, back to the briefing then” Holt brought the attention back to the matter at hand, choosing to ignore the childing behaviour of his so called ‘best detective’. He went on to explain a child trafficking ring going on that required undercover investigations in order to build a case against the ring leaders. He needed three detectives to make contact with a high-ranking member and gather intel. You tried your hardest to stay professional despite the emotional ache you felt due to the sensitivity of the case. Captain Holt explained the three targets and all of their priors. “(Y/L/N), Peralta, Boyle, this one is for you three. I need you to understand that no arrests are to be made at this time, you are simply gathering intel. Understood?” “Got it, captain” you replied choosing to ignore the ‘dream team’ comment that came from Charles and taking the case file he was handing you. “Good. Dismissed.”

No more than an hour later you found yourself undercover being driven with Charles and Jake to the site. You decided to stay out of the conversation the two detectives were having in order to focus on the mission specs and to get in the zone. It wasn’t that you were nervous, you had done this sort of thing many times before. You just knew this was important, even more so because it involved children. Something you knew about all too well. Even with your years of experience however, you couldn’t shake this gut feeling you had to be cautious. You decided to put this down to too much coffee and shook yourself out of this mindset when you heard Boyle’s voice say your name. “(Y/N)? you good?” you looked up to see Charles and Jake looking at you, obviously you had been zoned out longer than you thought as you were already there. “Sorry. Was just in my head. We ready to go?” you deflected the question. You hadn’t told anyone about your background, partly because it was too risky but also because it was too difficult to physically say out loud. You had become used to being closed off to everyone. You guessed coming from no loving home does that to a person. Neither of them looked too convinced but they didn’t pry. All of the nine nine knew you were a damn good detective who could handle your own when you needed to. it was very rare that anyone on the squad let their emotions get in the way of the job. The three of you went over the plan before heading inside. It was simple really, go in disguised as prospect ‘recruiters’ (just a nicer way of saying kidnappers you thought), find out their system and report back to Holt with the information. An easy in and out. Well, obviously it was a little more complex than that, you had to make sure that you would be allowed back in for further recon and an eventual sting operation but otherwise it was simple. Fifteen minutes later you were inside and it was all going smoothly. You hadn’t made contact with the boss yet but you were being shown the place. You went into what looked like a regular Brooklyn property and led down below ground to a dank labyrinth of concrete walls and small rooms which held the poor, neglected children. Physically, this was easy, but emotionally, not being able to help the children you saw, you heard. It was heart-breaking. All three of you kept your resolve however, the best you could do for those children was keep your mouth shut so you could regain access and put these guys away for good. After being shown around by who you assumed to be the leader of this branch of the operation, the four of you began to talk details. “So when do we start?” Jake stated overconfidently, his default alter-ego for undercover work. The guy looked sceptically at Jake. He was a tall thuggish looking man with harsh facial features. The harsh fluorescent lighting of the bunker cast a shadow over his face making him look even more menacing. The entire case relied on him trusting you so it’s no surprise the three of you were tense. The guy took another glance at all of you, his eyes lingering on you for a second too long making your skin crawl. You felt Jake tense up beside you, his hand closing into a fist. You had no idea what had got into your partner and just hoped to god that this guy was too preoccupied to notice his behaviour. “yeah, alright.” He agreed, after what felt like hours, his eyes still locked with yours. You could see the clear lack of remorse in his eerily familiar eyes which only fuelled you to hold his stare. You felt the same unease that you had in the van but tried to banish these feelings for the sake of the case. After some time he smirked and looked back at Peralta, the interaction hadn’t gone unnoticed by either him nor Charles but no one dared to comment. “Come back tomorrow morning. We’ve got other recruits going out then, they’ll show you—” the thug was cut off by deafening sound of the door blasting open and the room filling with thick smoke. “Is this us?” you frantically asked Charles who shook his head in response, holt said to make no arrests, this shouldn’t be happening. The room was now engulfed in a white smoke which you saw was coming from a few canisters on the floor, one of which was at your feet. You kicked it away in an attempt to clear the room but it was futile. At this point you could hardly see a metre ahead of you. You, Jake, and Charles had your guns out but sheltered behinds a table turned over in the blast. Through the smoke you saw the figure of the man who gave you the tour escaping through another door. You started to run after him but felt a hand pull you gently back. You turned to be met with Jake shaking his head. Reluctantly, you repositioned yourself next to him behind the table. “No. It’s us.” An unfamiliar voice said through the smoke which had now begun to gradually thin. You could see Charles next to you now but the new assailant remained faceless. “oh my god…” you looked over at Jake and saw him open mouthed looking towards the door which was blocked by a silhouetted figure. Following his eyeline you saw the people you had been avoiding your entire life. At first it was the glint of the vibranium shield and the metal suit but as the smoke turned into a gentle fog you locked eyes with theirs. The avengers.

You all stood there in shock. Charles was the first to break the silence with his usual oblivious self; “Hey, Charles Boyle, my son is a massive fan!” Obviously forgetting he was undercover and that he looked just as guilty as anyone else in this place, he began to advance only to be met with an onslaught of ‘no closer’ remarks. At the same time he was met with the barrel of Black Widow’s pistol, an Iron Man repulsor, the hammer of Thor, and captain America’s shield. You quickly snapped out of your shock and became irritated, showing them your badge and advancing on the team in front of you against your better judgment. “We’re NYPD and this is an undercover operation? What the hell are you doing? Since when is this your jurisdiction?!” “uh (Y/N)” Jake tried to calm you down by putting his hand gently on your upper arm to stop you from saying something you’d regret, not to mention he was completely fangirling over being in the same room as the avengers and didn’t want to make a bad impression. “She didn’t mean that. Hey, Jake Peralta, New York’s best detective. Massive fan” he addressed them with his coy smile and an outstretched hand taken and shook by Steve Rogers. On doing so, Jake turned back to you excitedly mouthing ‘Captain America’ while smiling like an idiot. You rolled your eyes at his antics but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. The moment was short lived however when you remembered the mess they had made of the case. You began questioning the superheroes before you once more only to be interrupted by Romanoff; “this became our business since a majority of these children are mutants. They are our responsibility.” Her blunt manner in addressing you made you even more enraged, not to mention you had been keeping a low profile to stay away from these people for a reason. You were shocked to find out about the children, but you didn’t let this show on your features. You continued berating the people in front of you. “but you just blew MONTHS of police work!! Could you not have informed us of your involvement earlier? GOD you’re worse than the vulture!” you kept on. Both Peralta and Boyle were just staring in disbelief. Sure, you had been ticked off before but they had never seen you like this. At several moments each member of the avengers attempted to interrupt you yet all were unsuccessful. Not even Charles could cease your tirade. Despite all the anger however, you felt good. You had spent most of your life scared they would find you, but now, none of that mattered. “…and not to mention the absolute lack of tact! You let him get away in that stupid smoke! He was going to take us to the fucking boss!” at this point you had lost control of your emotions and only realised your mistake a second too late. Before you knew it, a discarded chair residing in the corner of the room flew across the open space only to smash into the filthy concrete wall to your left. If all eyes weren’t on you before, they certainly were now. You saw the realisation dawn on each of the superheroes faces. The room went deathly silent and you began to hear your heart beat faster, faster, faster. “…shit.” Was all you could utter. Thinking on your feet, you took advantage of the pause in the room caused by your outburst. It would only be a matter of seconds before they realised who you were and took you in. So you did the first thing you thought you could; you grabbed both of the dumbfounded detectives you had come with, not even taking the time to laugh at their ridiculous expressions, and teleported all three of you back to the nine-nine.

[shehath-awakened]

see i recognise i’m having a manic episode right now

do i choose to tidy my bedroom?

no i’m looking at froggies

i mean look at it. lil froggy

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[shehath-awakened]

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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Hii, could you do a Sebastian imagine where you're his costar and he has a crush on you, and you're doing an interview together and the interviewer is being very flirty and checking you out and you're oblivious to it and he makes sexual jokes and yeah...

So, I don’t usually do images, but this one and the Evans one from earlier today hit a vibe, so lucky you! Lol

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You couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Seb. He’d been moody and silent since the last interview, and while everyone was welcome to a bad day, the three interviews you’d finished together before the one for some rag mag you’d never heard of had been fun. Then it was like a switch flipped. 

The studio had set you up in a nice suite of rooms so you could do multiple interviews back to back, but you had a thirty-minute break before the next was due, and you were determined to figure out what was wrong with Seb before sitting down with People.

You followed him through the open door of the bedroom and shut it with a definitive click. “What?”

He looked up from his phone, ice blue eyes hard. “What?”

“You went from laughing and sweet, the charming Sebastion everyone knows and loves, to a brooding, silent ass by the end of the last session. What?” you demanded, spreading your arms. “Did I step on your moment or something?”

He tossed his phone on the bed and shrugged off the jacket he wore. “I didn’t take you for the kind of girl who liked that kind of thing?”

“What are you talking about?” you frowned.

“That reporter. He was all over you! Asking blatant sexual questions, and you didn’t even seem to care!” 

Stunned, you could only stare as Seb stalked across the room and caged you against the door, his gaze sweeping down your body and back up. It made your mouth dry, but you found just enough saliva to whisper, “Huh?”

“Come on, baby,” he purred. “The sexual innuendos were flying. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice!”

You swallowed, staring up at him with big eyes. “What... I, what?”

The hardness drained from his face. “Wait... you really didn’t notice?”

Frantically, you shook your head, shocked and appaled, heat burning through your cheeks. “No... oh, oh, God.” You lifted a shaking had to your lips. “How bad is it? Will the studio be mad? Did I... did I screw it up? This is the first time I’ve done press like this for a movie.” Fear made your voice shake. Would they take what you said and twist it into something obscene?

“Hey, hey, no! No, sweetheart,” Seb soothed as he pulled you into a hug. “It’s alright. It was all him, and you were completely professional. Christ! How did I not know this was your first time?”

You clung to his shirt, panic subsiding as you basked in the warmth of your co-star. “That’s why the studio wanted me with you. They said you were old hat at this and would be helpful.”

He cupped your chin and encouraged you to lift it until you found those icy eyes had gone soft and stormy blue-grey. “No one told me, and you were holding your own so well, I thought you’d done this before.”

You shook your head. “You just made it so easy. Just...” heat warmed your cheeks again, “just like filming.” The romantic nature of the movie had more than one explicit scene in it, requiring you and Seb to become quite familiar with each other. 

“But you’ve been in other movies. I was sure you’d done the press before.” His fingers lightly brushed over your jaw. 

“Always in groups,” you whispered. “This was my first duo.”

“Baby,” he smiled. “Now that I know, I’ve got you.”

He still had you pressed against the door, and you swallowed thickly before voicing your next question. “Why... why... why did it bother you so much?”

His eyes went dark as his smile turned sultry. “I think you know.”

Where the bravery of your next words came from, you’ll never know. “I missed the sexual innuendos, Seb. Better spell it out for me.”

His lips lowered to yours, and his hand clenched in your hair. He’d kissed you like this once during filming, all hot tongue and teeth, but the director hadn’t like the look of it and made him slow it down. But you’d enjoyed that feral bite to the kiss. The hot slide of his tongue into your mouth and the way he tilted your head to get a better angle. It left you breathless and wanting, and you were glad it wouldn’t make it to film. 

It was in that moment between takes he’d smiled down at you, and you knew he knew you weren’t exactly ‘experienced’ when it came to men. He hadn’t made fun of you, just quietly whispered that he’d help with the nerves as best he could. And he had, smashingly, only to see you catching feelings. At least now, you knew you weren’t the only one.

“Clear for you now, baby?” he snickered against your lips. 

“Yes,” you sighed, your innocence showing through like a neon sign. 

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t tempt me with all that sweetness when there’s a bed right there,” he whispered, his lips trailing over your cheek. 

“Sebastian,” you moaned. 

He rumbled a low groan and lifted you up to press you hard against the door with your legs wrapped around his waist. “When you say my name like that, you give me so many ideas.”

You would happily let him enact every one but for the call of your assistant from the other room, warning you about the time. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, pressing his face to your throat before setting you down. “Have dinner with me?”

“Yes,” you smiled. 

He took your face between his hands. “This isn’t just about chemistry for me. I really like you. I want to see where this goes outside filming.”

You curled your fingers around his wrists. “Me too.” 

“Good.” He pecked a gentle kiss to your lips before stepping back and taking your hand, linking your fingers together. 

When you returned to the other room, it was hand in hand, and by the grin on both your assistants’ faces, neither was surprised. 

T~

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