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Ruby Blue

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Summary: The reader and Wanda find a way to better cope with Pietro’s disappearance.

Tags: @iamtheonewhocares Thank you for the creative request!!

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“We’re not keeping it Y/n.”

You continued hot on Tony’s trail, cradling the little ball of fur in your arms.

“But Tony! We can’t just–leave him out in the cold and..rain..” You looked down at the kitty fast asleep against your chest.

“You SHOULD have left it in Florence, where you found it!” He continued on his path to his workshop, but mostly just to anywhere that was away from you.

You couldn’t help but feel as if you were testing your luck. You were dangerously new to the team, which meant your spot on the team wasn’t all that secure. But for the life of you, you couldn’t help but look down at it and not feel a tinge of felling in your heart. Something that just wouldn’t allow you to let it go.

Just as you were about to continue to plead your case, Wanda came up behind you and placed a hand on your arm.

“Don’t worry Tony, I will take care of this.”

She eyed Tony as he stopped and turned around. Looking back from Wanda’s stern eye’d face to your wide eye’d expression, he rolled his eyes and waved the two of you off.

Now gripped with fear, you held the kitty closer to your chest away from Wanda.

“Listen–” You began to plead, “I–I can take care of him and no one–it will be like he’s not even here. Just–”

“Y/n!” She said in a hushed voice. “I completely agree, now lets find a place for this little one to stay.”

“Oh,” You sighed, “Okay, yeah–yeah lets do that.”

Not an hour later you and Wanda had put together a makeshift bed underneath your bed, fit with a barrier and gate for you to let him in and out of. Just to avoid suspicion, Wanda kept the kitty liter in a box in her closet.

“You think we can get away with this?” You asked, flipping the kittens short stumpy tail through your fingers.

“It’s less about getting away with it and more daring Tony to even try to take him away from us.”

She stroked the kittens head as it drifted off to sleep against her leg.

“I miss him Y/n.” You glanced up at Wanda but she kept her eyes low.

Not wanting to ruin any chance you had of getting her to share her feelings, you stayed quiet and waited.

She cleared her throat before she continued.

“It’s the worst feeling I have ever felt. I just want to know. Alive or dead, I would rather know which than be stuck in this stagnant waiting period.”

Her words struck deep with you, understanding what she felt all too well.

“There’s this feeling I get sometimes. This feeling that he’s out there, trying to get back to us. Usually it is fleeting, but one look at this little one right here and it hasn’t gone away since.”

You met her eyes as she finished, realizing she had just put into words the way you felt.

“I completely understand.” You said, hoping to provide validation. “Every time I look at it, I think of him. God knows why, but I do.”

“Well..” She said, gently picking up the kitten and placing it into his bed, “I’m off to bed. You should be too, It’s been a long day.”

You smiled fondly, seeing her out the door. Taking her advice, you switched off your light and climbed into bed, sleep finding you soon after.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before you unwilling forced yourself awake. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, you weren’t able to fall back asleep for hours.

You slowly rolled out from underneath your covers, allowing your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You yawned into a stretch and were on your way to the kitchen for a warm cup of tea, a tradition that you and Pietro shared after you’d found him sitting in the kitchen all hours of the night.

You started the water on the stove and reached for your go-to cup that you kept hidden behind the coffee maker.

It had been so long since you’d seen him, almost 2 months, but despite that you could still feel him. His heartwarming smile, his warm coffee breath. You still remembered when he would blow in your face. You would laugh and push him away but then he would poke your side and you would lose it all over again.

There was one time you had gone too far and hid his favorite shoes. He looked almost all day but when he couldn’t find them he ended up hoisting you over his shoulder and racing you around the tower until you confessed to where they were.

You had never laughed so hard in your life. Though he tried to seem frustrated, he couldn’t help the beaming smile on his face. You finally squirmed your way out of his embrace but before you could make your escape he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his chest.

The heat radiating off of your cup of tea reminded you of him. It had become harder for you to find things that didn’t remind you of him.

The only thing you saw anymore when your closed your eyes, were his. So deep of a blue you felt as if you could drown in them.

Your mind was pulled to the kitten you had rescued, specifically it’s eyes. The reason you couldn’t let him go; the only connection you felt you had left to him.

“I think someone escaped..”

The voice behind you froze your blood. Your hands were wrapped around your cup but you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go and turn around. Your throat closed and water filled your eyes as you forced yourself to slowly turn around.

Pietro stood in the doorway of the kitchen with the little ball of fur in his hands. He brought it close to his face and looked up at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“We have similar eyes, no?”

You were speechless. Stuck questioning if he was really standing in front of you;    questioning whether or not it was him or just your imagination.

He seemed to be waiting for you to respond, like he knew what was going on in your head. As he watched you in patience, you tried to find your voice, but as if he would disappear as soon as you spoke, you couldn’t decide what to say.

So instead of speaking, you moved towards him and grabbed his hand. He hadn’t expected you to but he didn’t say anything.

“Is it–” You ran your finger over his palm, looking at his body in front of you. “Pietro?” You said through chocked breaths.

“It’s me Y/n. I’m home.” His voice sparked something inside of you and you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around him.

He smelled different, but the way he held you close–you could never mistake that.

“How?” You asked through tears.

He held you tighter with every shutter.

“I tried so hard to get back to you.” His voice was behind you but you felt it in your soul. “Every time I closed my eyes I saw you. Longed to be with you. Just thinking about leaving you and Wanda alone here; There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get back here.”

He pulled away then, holding your with a hand to your cheek.

“To get back to you, Y/n.”

Through tears you smiled but unlike in the past, there was nothing keeping you from showing him how much you’d missed him. You pulled him in close by his waist and kissed him like he would disappear if you stopped.

He reciprocated your feelings times 10. This dance the two of you had been doing for so long finally came to an end. A purely delicious end that you couldn’t have been happier with.

The World Gets In Your Way

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  The relationship isn’t working.

Word Count:  1118

Warnings:  ANGST

A/N:  This is for @hasta-impalasta 1K Celebration.  She chose the song for me, Acoustic #3 by The Goo Goo Dolls. I wasn’t familiar with the song, but once I read the lyrics/listened, I knew it had to be angst.  Sorry. The lyrics will be posted at the end of the fic.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

The World Gets In Your Way

“Why don’t you just go? Leave?” Dean says it, not unkindly. But it hurts, bad. He drags a hand roughly over his face. He’s tired of this conversation, this old argument. “Look, we both know, deep down, somewhere, that this isn’t the life for you. We tried, we tried so hard.”

God, it cuts deep. So fucking deep. He doesn’t mean to push that blade into your heart, but he does it just the same. It twists and turns and slices your heart open. Not because he’s trying to hurt you, that’s not Dean’s way. It hurts so profoundly because it’s the truth. He speaks the truth. And the truth is a fucking bitch.

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Finally: Part 5

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Angst, swearing

A/N: Bucky’s being a stupid idiot and making things worse (but trying to ease his pain)

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Lee was disappointed when you had to cancel the night’s plans. But you couldn’t concentrate, your mind replaying the look on Bucky’s face when you saw him. He looked like someone had punched him in the gut, and it hurt you to think about.

You never intended to find someone else so quickly, but Lee had been so sweet and caring that you let it happen. You let Lee fall for you, when you knew that Bucky still has your heart. You hadn’t even realised that you weren’t entirely over your best friend until you saw his horrified expression. You knew that you didn’t feel right with Lee, but you hadn’t been able to put your finger on it. The moment you saw Bucky, it was like you’d found pieces to a puzzle that had been missing for weeks.

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Resurfaced (Part One)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Marvel (Avengers)
Summary: Bucky finds his wallet missing after colliding with a stranger, he follows only to find something much more important than his wallet.
Characters (+Mentioned): Reader, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff.
Warnings: None (that I can think of!)
A/N: Just a random series I’m starting off, and I might also change the title later if I think of anything better. I also reread this several times so I’m sorry if there’s still an error somewhere. – btw feedback is always appreciated!

The sun had begun to rise a few hours ago, leaving a pinkish color scattered over the sky as Bucky made his way down the street beside Sam and Steve. The three, including Natasha, had gone on an early run, a little too early for Bucky but he didn’t mind as much. Getting up earlier meant there was a less likely chance of having more nightmares.

The two men in front were joking around as Bucky kept his eyes down on his new running shoes, so he didn’t exactly notice the person in front of him until they crashed.

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Two Gay Princes

Septiplier-[Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and it’s characters!

Summary: Mark scrolls down the comments in their coming out vid and stumbles upon one he finds particularly funny. Jack and Mark joke around and have a fun little tickle fight. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! Another Shitty Septiplier Drabble. I just wrote this piece of… whatever in class so its not as good as it could be and i cant seem to fix it. i hope y’all are okay with this. Wrote this in under an hour. 

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The Accidental Match Pt.6

So this is the sixth part in my Jensen series called The Accidental Match. I know it wasn´t yesterday that I updated it but here you have an update. I´d appreciate feedback. Don´t forget to let me know if you´d wanna be tagged in this series or any of my other writing which you can find here.

You can catch up on the story here.

Italics- Notes, text

warnings: Mentions of injury, slight angst, fluff

Tagging: @beckawinchester

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Anyone have any tips for dealing with anxiety? Of course weed can help but if anyone has any advice or tricks they use please shoot me a message. I would greatly appreciate any feedback. Thanks
Zephyr Chapter 5
Zephyr - Chapter 5

Sorry this is so late, lords & lovies! With the fallout of season 4, along with illness after illness in my home it’s been slow going getting back behind the microphone. I hope you’re all pleased with this latest chapter. Thanks as always to @writingwife-83 & @artbylexie for all the creative materials put into this project! As well as all your support! 

Here’s a link to all available chapters:

As well as a link to find it on AO3:
(I PROMISE I am still working on getting DL available for those who don’t want to use Soundcloud. Please stay tuned!)

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. 

Partners in Mischief

Hogwarts - Gryffindor Girls Dormitory

Sirius is applying makeup as Jamie watches her. After a while, she clears her throat.

Sirius smiles, without looking at her best friend.

Jamie: I know, I know…

Sirius: I wouldn’t hurt her, Prongs. It’s not like that. She’s not just - anybody.

Jamie: I’m happy for you both, really. Took you bloody long enough.

Jamie: Are you going to spend all your time with Remi now, or..? Because I have some really good pranks planned, and I can’t pull them off if you’re both snogging each other all the time.

Sirius stares blankly for a brief moment. Then, she breaks into laughter.

Sirius: Look, you’re my partner in crime, right? We’re the Marauders. Remi might be my girlfriend, but…

Jamie: If you could stop looking at your own reflection for three seconds, I do have a plan.


Two Cars

Request: Can you do an imagine where you get in a super bad car accident and shawn is at home with his fam but there’s a storm so a flights have been canceled so he can’t see u and he’s freaking out

“I’m on my way home now, Shawn,” You laughed as you spoke into the bluetooth speaker that was connected to your phone so you could always have two hands on the wheel at all times.  Safety first.

“And how was work?” Shawn asked you.  You could picture him lounging around on the couch in his family room.  He was back home in Canada for the holidays, taking a much needed break from the crazy year he had.

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Imagine Living Like A King Someday

prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.


Thank you all so so much for your consistent patience with this. College work (and a hell of a lot of it) has unfortunately become my priority right now what with university just around the corner and subsequently I haven’t updated it nearly as regularly as I would have liked to, but you guys have been so supportive and understanding and I really cannot thank you enough for that. I’ve missed this and I’ve missed you. Here’s to more regular updates in the future <3

(sidenote I’m sorry if this seems a lil wooden I haven’t written this in literal months so it might take a while for me to adjust to the story and the prose again so pls bear with me)

OK emo words over let’s fuckin DO this cue emo dan and a Lot of tension and also dishonesty because phil’s a fucking idiot

warnings; mentions of violence, smoking


Phil’s been on edge all week. He can’t remember the last time he relaxed.

Every day, every hour right from the second his eyes flutter open to the sound of his morning alarm, is spent with a thudding heart and searching eyes. Even when he’s sleeping he’s tense – his dreams have spiralled into a whirlwind of almost nightmares, technicolour episodes crashing into the other in colourful sparks and bursts that end in cold sweats and aching muscles and whisperings from the boy only centimetres away from him. And it’s stupid because Phil should be the one comforting him after a bad night (and he still tries his best nonetheless), but he can’t deny there’s nothing quite like the feeling of Dan’s gentle lips on his forehead at four a.m., the sound of his voice whispering reassurances with his arms draped over Phil’s waist like a protective shield.

He hasn’t seen Liam since he grabbed at any excuse and all but ran out of Noah’s room upon his discovery that no, Phil doesn’t still have a tag, and he’s scared. He’s so fucking scared.

And yeah, it was a very stupid move to dodge the bullet in the way he did, to fling himself out of the situation without even stopping to at least try and explain himself, but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t think he can face sitting through another one of Liam’s explosions without crying or running for cover, and he just can’t look that evil glint in the eye. Not since he saw the very same one glittering menacingly when Liam looked at Dan, the daggering stare boring into the other boy. The image is still printed deep in Phil’s mind, resurfacing during the darkest part of the night.

That’s cowardly. Phil doesn’t care.

“Are you sure you-“

“Phil,” Dan sighs. “For the final time, I’m fine.”

“But you-“

“Honestly,” he insists, brown eyes shining. He’s trying, with one hand, to unwrap the chocolate bar Phil had insisted upon him. “It was just a bump, that’s all. The paths were really icy this morning.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Phil sighs, tapping Dan’s bandage patch delicately. It sits just under his fringe.

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