==> BE THE SURVIVOR
Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you are TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD. Six years ago, your entire civilization COLLAPSED within the span of THREE MONTHS, leaving you and your family some of the ONLY SURVIVORS. You managed to stay alive because you had been in CLOSE CONTACT with the thing that would eventually WIPE OUT three-fourths of the human population, and have since used your resources to help any other refugees you find.
Unfortunately, this has given everyone the widespread impression that you have all of the answers to EVERY PROBLEM EVER, which you most certainly do not.
Bookmarked by girltypething
14 Mar 2018
Problem Child by TGP
11 Feb 2018
Two weeks after Steve wakes up, a kid hacks SHIELD and sets every computer to blast AC/DC at random. Now Steve's looking after Howard's get and an evil alien is attacking the world. This is the best day ever. Really.
Steve might just find a way to go back in time and punch Howard in the face.
Bookmarked by girltypething
26 Feb 2018
T'Chaka takes Erik back to Wakanda.
Erik is a problem child.
- Part 1 of erik stevens, prince of wakanda
i'd like to tell you something (but i have to think of something first) by obsessivereader for Lucifuge5
24 Nov 2017
Attention focused solely on the book, he moves forward, one slow, pretend-casual step at a time—he’s seen enough movies to know that moving fast will draw people’s attention.
Five feet. Four feet. Almost there.
He’s a bare three feet away when Rogers fucking materializes out of thin air, cuts right in front of him, and heads straight for the book.
“Hey,” Bucky whispers furiously, “I want that book!”
Rogers freezes. His head snaps around, and he gives Bucky a look filled with horror.
He points a finger at Rogers. “I don’t care how hot you are, or how ripped,” Bucky growls. “My assignment is due today, and I will fucking fight you for the book if I have to.”
Before Rogers can recover from his surprise, Bucky leaps forward, grabs the book, and clutches it to his chest.
06 Jun 2017
"Do you want me to eat you?"
“No, but—” Steve broke off his instinctive response. All his life, he’d believed in doing what was right… he was not about to stop now. Wincing at the prickling pain in his feet, he straightened up to his full height. “Yes. If it means you’ll leave this place.”
"But you don’t look very filling." The tip of the dragon’s tail twitched. "I don’t suppose you’re a virgin?" he asked hopefully. "I’ve heard they taste better."
Steve gritted his teeth and refused to answer. The dragon could very well find that out for himself. He stared at the dragon. The dragon stared back. Then the dragon got up, turned around, and went back into his cave.
"Well? Come on, tribute."
or, how Steve ends up working for a dragon with a very odd sense of humor