i know i shouldn't but i want to hug him here

Not good enough

Prompt: “Do you have any idea how many people are dead because I wasn’t clever enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough?”

word count: 1260

warnings: angst

Originally posted by hardyness

Being Peter Parker best friend wasn’t an easy task. The boy was the most unselfish, caring and intelligent person you have met, however he was also the most oblivious one. He didn’t seem to notice how you were totally in love with him and had been for a couple of months now. The only person who knew was Aunt May, who insisted you told him about your feelings since he probably felt the same way.

“ I just know it Y/n! Can’t you trust me on this one?” you remember  May saying  as she tried to convince you of asking Peter out.

You wanted to, you really wanted to believe her, however you knew that was impossible, so you just keep on pretending that everything was fine and there were strictly platonic feelings. Although it was really hard for you, specially as you were heading to Peter’s to watch a movie together. The sort of things a couple will do in a date. Except you weren’t a couple, and it wasn’t a date.

Whatever, you were settled for pinning after Peter in silence.

                  —

Peter was supposed to be home after the Stark internship, however he wasn’t there yet. As you waited for the boy to arrive you lied on Peter’s bed and closed your eyes for just a moment.

After what felt like minutes later but was probably hours you heard some shuffling around, excited to see Peter again you lifted the covers but instead of finding your best friend you saw spiderman crawling down from the ceiling.

As you realized that his back was facing you, you quietly got out of bed and stood behind him, trying to be as quiet and quick as possible. You lifted your right arm above his head and pulled his mask to you, revealing a brunette haired boy in front of you.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, it couldn’t be true.

“Pe-Peter? Is that you?” you stuttered, trying to calm yourself down

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low and it sounded kind of, angry? He still wasn’t facing you even though all you wanted was to see his eyes.

“I was waiting for you! How long has this been going on?” Despite your words Peter was still facing the wall “ Look at me Peter!”

He finally turned around but he kept his eyes locked to the ground as he said

“You were never supposed to find out, now that you know you can’t be here; you have to go!”

Why on earth wouldn’t he want her to know? They were best friends, they were supposed to tell each other everything!

“Why didn’t you want me of know? Do you not trust me anymore?”

His eyes locked at you with a glint of confusion and hurt. Of course he trusted you, but he had to protect you. He approached you and grabbed your shoulders as he said

“I do trust you, God Y/n I trust you more than I trust myself, but- but is not is safe for you! And I never wanted you to know who I am”

“Peter are you kidding? You are a freaking superhero! You have saved so many people! Why wouldn’t you tell me?!”

This was too much. Peter couldn’t stand there while you praised him for such things. Had he saved people? yes, but he had also let so many people down. So many people he couldn’t stop or save. It was just a matter of time before someone figured out his feelings for you and tried to hurt you. He didn’t deserve your love let alone your friendship. He didn’t deserve you.

“ I’m not as good as you think I am.”As you looked into your eyes you could see how fragile and weak this boy really was, how much he was hurting.

“Peter I know you. You are the same guy who helps old ladies find their way to the subway, the kind of person to help a little girl get her cat back from a tree, you helped me so much when I lost my father, with or without the mask you are still that guy”

“All I ever wanted was to protect you and Aunt May, I couldn’t bare to lose any of you! You have to stay away from me or they’ll come to get you!”

“Peter before I knew about you being spider man I could have gotten killed as well and it didn’t happen! And anyways, who is them?”

Was Peter in any sort of danger? Is that why he wanted you away?

Up to this point you have both tried to keep your voices down, however as the argument got more heated you started to raise your voices as well.

“Do you know how many people want me dead? They will do anything to get to me! Including hurting you!”

“Why would they hurt me?!”

“Because I love you! I love you more than anything! And if anything happens to you because of me, because of who I am I wouldn’t forgive myself!”

Peter gasped in horror as he realized what he had just said. He couldn’t believe he had said that out loud and neither could you. Did he really meant it?

He tried to push you away and turn around but you cupped his face before he could do so. You stared into his eyes and tried to show him how much he meant to you, how much you cared for him.

“Pete, I love you so much, I have loved you for a while now”

You brought you face close to him ready to kiss him until he mumbled under his breath.

“You shouldn't”

“Mmmh?” What was Peter saying?

“You shouldn’t love me, I’m not good for you” He tried to push you away one more time as he said, “Do you have any idea how many people are dead because I wasn’t clever enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough?”

It finally hit you. Peter felt so guilty over so many things that weren’t his fault. He was still punishing himself for deaths and accidents that weren’t him to blame.

“Peter you are the best person I know. You are the only one who knows all my fears, what makes me laugh and what will make me cry. You know exactly what to say and do to make me happy. And all those deaths, they are not your fault Peter! You are not a bad person, if anything you are the most noble and brave guy I know”

You approached him once again, this time holding him near to you as you hugged him. You lifted your face to see he’s already staring at you. There was truly nobody else who could make you as happy as he did.

You stared at his lips as both of you got closer, closing the distance between you. Finally after what felt like an eternity his lips touched yours, colliding into a sweet kiss that you’ve both been waiting since a long time ago. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled his hair as he brought you even closer. After a few moments you both pulled away trying to calm down your breathing, your forehead touching with his.

When you finally opened you eyes and saw his you felt safer than anywhere else, You both knew this was exactly where you belonged. In the arms of each other.

“Peter, there is no one else I rather be with”

the rain | jason blossom (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

prompt: 8- “what your wearing is very distracting”, 12- “i didn’t realise i needed your permission, 15-“here take my jacket you look freezing & 23- “kiss me”

a/n: another piece from my trial co-owner!! let me know what yous think!!

perfect nails, perfect hair.

after many hours spent in front of the mirror, I was finally ready to leave my room and go to Cheryl Blossom’s party.

“You look fabulous!“ My best friend, Betty Cooper said in amazement.

“I don't look like myself at all, Betty. I shouldn't have put this much lipstick, maybe i should just stay…”

“No friggin way, Y/F/N! You can't spend a friday night inside of your house. Besides, you have to find yourself a date for prom!“

I, myself, am a particularly introvert person. And to be honest, I’ve never been to a party before, let alone at Cheryl Blossom’s

But my friend was right, I totally needed a date for the prom, so I said yes to the party. Betty hugged me tightly and grabbed her purse. We were ready to go.

We entered the massive Thornhill mansion and searched for our mutual friend, one and only, Veronica Lodge. I was already extremely anxious and jittery.

“Oh my god, you guys! Finally!“ said the raven haired girl joyfully.

“Y/n! You look… different?!”

I smiled ungainly.

“Don’t get me wrong, different but amazing…" 

 Suddenly, there was an awkward silence.

“Do you guys… want something to drink?”

I nodded in agreement. I totally needed some alcohol to warm me up. We slowly entered a huge living room, filled with familiar faces. Kids from my school were there.

Almost all of them, dancing and drinking not surprisingly expensive beer, without even noticing me.

“Hey, you wanna dance?” shouted Betty. The music was very loud.

“I… No, Betty. I’m not… you can go without me! I’ll catch up later.”

She calmly smiled to me. Even though I was surrounded with people, I felt so lonely.

Many weird thoughs were running through my mind. I wanted to be somebody, I wanted to be known by them, but I was just a regular geeky high school freak. I knew it, leaving my house was a horrible idea.

At that exact moment, a familiar red haired boy approached to me.

“Hi there, beautiful”

“So… To be honest, I’ve never seen you at Cheryl’s parties before.”

“Parties are not really my thing” I tried not to look at his face.

“Then what’s your thing?”

I actually started enjoying this conversation.

“Um… Books, music… I don’t know”

He let out a tiny laugh. His laugh, it was like a melody to my soul. We sat on a beach, next to a small beach house. The familiar sound of waves was astonishing.

“Never met a girl like you before, Y/N. Truly rare”

We both laughed. His piercing blue eyes were shining like diamonds in the night. His face, his personality, he was art. We spent the rest of the night talking, opening up to each other. I could feel it, it was love. A weird, spontaneous love. Assuden, it started to rain. 

“Jason, we have to go!”

“No, Y/N! We are too far from Thornhill! We have to hide in the beach house"  We quickly rain into the beach house while laughing.”

“The rain is still pouring! We have to stay here.” I said.

“Here, take my jacket, you look freezing”

I put on his comfortable red velvet jacket.

“What’s so special about rain?” he sat next to me.

“I like rain. Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.”

I could feel his eyes staring at me.

“Um… Jason, I have to ask you something”

“Oh so do I… You go first.”

“Why… Why did you choose me over all those girls?”

And we were back to the awkward conversations.

“Well that’s simple. There’s no reason I shouldn’t pick you, Y/N. You are special" 

I had to words to say. Was he actually in love with me?

“My turn now!”

He took my hand. 

“Y/N, would you like to go to prom with me?"  I stood there, frozen, speachless.

"J-Jason?”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me!”

His rosy lips quickly slammed mine. The kiss was strong, breathtaking.  The rain finally stopped pouring

Jason was not just a typo highschool rich kid, he was more than that. He was more than good enough. And I loved him, I truly did. But missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will. …

more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

sailorcrazypinklady  asked:

Omg! Please tell me Anakin goes looking for more info about Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon in headshot! And has opinions about Qui-Gon basically damaging Obi-Wan because Xanatos damaged him. SO MANY OPINIONS!!!! (I might have a soap box...) [my showe was not that long, how do you get 2 updates that fast?!?)

“…He left him in a war zone?” The words escaped him in a whisper and he could feel Aayla and Kit glance at each other over his head.

Anakin couldn’t bring himself to care though.

Obi-Wan, left in a war zone as a padawan?

He could never imagine doing that to Ahsoka.

Ever.

Kit shifted. “So goes the rumor. If asked about it Obi-Wan would say it was his own choice and defend Qui-Gon but… the bottom line is that Qui-Gon Jinn came back with Master Tahl without his padawan who was left on a active war zone planet.”

“…But Obi-Wan came back?” He murmured, eyes focusing on the troopers milling about the camp.

“…Eventually. Unfortunately it seemed to…start a trend. Had I been on the council at the time, I would have suggested interfering in the way Master Jinn was teaching Obi-Wan. He was…” Kit seemed to struggle with his words, seemed to consider what he should say. “…He stomped on many of Obi-Wan’s gifts as a user of the Unifying Force. It left scars in Obi-Wan’s personality.”

‘Dreams pass in time…’ Anakin remembered the words sharply.

Had those been a result of Qui-Gon Jinn stomping out Obi-Wan’s view of his own visions?

He swallowed thickly.

()()()

Frowning a bit at the computer, Obi-Wan tried to follow the trail of his own thoughts. There was something important on this news clipping he was reading, something that was pinging away at his mind that told him something vital.

‘What am I looking at that’s so important?’ He wondered, the Force slipping from his hands like smoke as he tried to focus.

And then a familiar presence entered his sensing area which truly distracted him as warm arms wrapped him in a hug, Anakin leaning over the chair to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan’s upper shoulders and rest his head on the redhead’s shoulder.

Obi-Wan blinked hard and shifted a bit, reaching up and resting his hand on Anakin’s head, feeling the curls beneath his touch as he tried to look at the other.

No luck.

He tried a questioning noise instead.

Anakin tightened his grip around Obi-Wan, a steady grip.

So Obi-Wan lifted a hand to squeeze the durasteel arm, the leather creaking a bit beneath his touch as he tried again.

Anakin finally lifted his head up from his shoulder, staring down at the keyboard of the computer. “…I could never leave Ahsoka in active war zone alone, not abandon her just because she wanted to help people.” He murmured and Obi-Wan felt ice along his spine as he stared at the other mans profile, taking in the minor freckles on the others man golden skin this close. “You…how he could have done it against you, I don’t understand.” His arms tightened around Obi-Wan.

Without words as he was, Obi-Wan could not offer the normal defense and platitudes he had offered for many years, staring at the other.

“You would never do it to me.” Anakin continued. “What kind of awful master would…” He trailed off before looking at Obi-Wan. “…I hope you know that you have me? I hope you know that I’m not going to abandon you regardless. But I need you to start thinking of your own safety Obi-Wan.”

The redhead couldn’t keep the others eyes and looked away, closing his eyes.

“…You need to stop thinking self sacrifice will save others. We need you here too Obi-Wan.” Anakin continued, voice lowered so not to draw attention.

Obi-Wan only breathed, eyes clenched shut.

“…Where there is a Kenobi, there is a Skywalker. I promise you, you’re never going to be alone again Obi-Wan.” Anakin swore quietly, squeezing the other.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to reply with no words escaping him, looking lost as he stared at Anakin.

The blond lips quirked a bit into a sad smile. “You’ve given enough Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon Jinn took enough from you, left his scars on you, stomped on your gifts because they did not fit his view. He may have raised a good knight…but he left many scars.”

Obi-Wan shuddered a bit before taking a sharp breath through his nose, eyes squeezed shut and yet Anakin could spot the moistness clinging to his lashes this close.

“…We’ll figure out of this. I promise Obi-Wan.”

Just A Crush

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Insert 

Words: 3376

Genres: can you take a guess (fluff) 

Summary: you have a crush on matt and you think he cant tell but…he so can. and it turns out he has the same feelings for you. but can one night change everything when Daredevil himself comes crashing into your apartment like, prince charming dressed in red? (i tried to be dramatic. im not good at summaries.) 

Warnings: none, unless you hate small bathroom make out sessions. 

Notes: no one requested this but i hope you like it anyways :) 

“I don’t care if I fall in love to a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell.”

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anonymous asked:

the no we shouldn't one combined with the staring at eachother is lips with jimin please you're an angel xx

Kissing requests <3

 ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close + staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

Paring: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Normalverse // Fluff // Drabble

Word count: 2.8k

Author’s note: bless you for requesting this annonie, you are the angel <3 (and sorry for the late answer, but hopefully you’ll like this ^^)



If you could describe Jimin with one word only, you’d chose gentle without a second thought.

Because Jimin is gentle in the subtle way he cares about anyone and everyone, he’s gentle in his speech, in his warm eyes, in his playful smiles, in the way his hands move into the air and his slender body folds on itself between trilling laughter.

Jesus, even his nameJimin, Jimin, Jimin – sounds gentle rolling like sugar crystals down your tongue.

And yet, under the saccharine surface woven in cotton candy and blushing cheeks, sometimes you could swear that sharper creatures are waiting for you to trip over the edge of his honeyed words.

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Random HC #19 (Continuation of #4 - #18)

Reality?!

The ship has stopped.
At first, Robbie didn’t notice, because he’s still busy crying and screaming in terror and agony. But when he takes another, weak, stuttering breath in, he notices, that it’s not moving anymore. Maybe there’s just no more wind to toss the airship around like a ball, the kids use to kick around all day? He forces himself to focus on the movements that don’t come from his own trembling body. No, it’s definitely not moving anymore. So… Did it land? And if, where? …Should he strain himself to get up and check? Probably… But does it really matter? Isn’t he dying, anyway? He feels like he is… With another whimper, he cracks his eyes open. It’s still dark… Or rather dark again? For how long has he been lying here on the floor, anyway? Hours? Days? …He really can’t tell… And he can neither tell whether he needs seconds or minutes to gather enough strength to roll onto his back with a loud whine.
Step one.
He takes a shallow breath in and pushes himself to sit up.
Step two.
At once, he feels sick and dizzy again and his arms, that keep him upright are shaking violently. His mouth opens on its own account, but nothing comes out. Another tear runs down his cheek. He knows it’s useless to call for Sportacus. He isn’t here. He won’t come to his rescue. Not this time. Not ever again…
Then he startles at a strange noise, coming from the door. His heart sinks and beats faster with the slightest spark of hope at the same time. Maybe…Sportacus just wanted to scare him, to teach him a lesson and therefore sent the ship off for a little while, before it returned on its own again? And now, he’s…
The door opens. “LIGHTS!”
Robbie feels his heart skip a beat and squeezes his eyes shut with a painful yelp at the sudden, stinging brightness, invading them now. That’s not Sportacus’ voice! He’s sick and dizzy, beyond limits, but he would recognize the hero’s voice in every condition, as long as his mind is functioning more or less normal. That voice now was far too rough and hard and mean and…cold… “There he is! Get him to the judge, at once! The elders want his case closed tonight!” Strong arms grab Robbie’s and pull him on his legs, even before the villain gets the meaning of these words. He cries out in pain at the sudden movement and forces his eyes open. His vision is blurry for a few seconds, but then he recognizes a face of an old man… No… Not just any face… A painful sharp sting rushes through his chest when realization hits him and he gasps out “…Nine…”
“Hello, Robbie. Didn’t expect to meet me again, did you?!” the gleeful sneer on Nine’s lips is still the same, Robbie knew and feared as a kid. “…W-Why…”
“We send somebody to get you. You’re too dangerous for your town to let us allow you to stay there any longer. Ten took longer than we expected him to, but in the end, he obviously caught and sent you here. Now you’re going to be punished. After our judge has seen you, of course. But that’s only a matter of…”
“NO!” Robbie feels the pain in his stomach and chest becoming worse again, but he instinctively tries to struggle against the strong grips of the two guards restraining him “No! Sportacus didn’t send me here! He assured me he never would! He stayed in LazyTown because he knew he couldn’t return without me! You’re lying!!”
“He eventually realized his mistake. That’s why you’re here now,” Nine laughs out “Did you ACTUALLY believe that he CARED?! That ANYBODY cares about someone like YOU?! You’re nothing but a failure and a villain! A bad one, even! No one in LazyTown will miss you! Take him away.”
“…No…” Robbie feels his strength fading completely now and once the guards loosen their grip on him the tiniest bit, he drops down on his knees and buries his face in his hands, sobbing lowly “No… Sportacus wouldn’t do that! He just… He wouldn’t! You’re lying! He…” when he feels his cold hands touching his hot cheeks, he suddenly remembers the way, Sportacus held his hand. “…He…wanted me to…become healthy again… He…held my hand and tried to soothe me. He… He CARES!” he swallows hard and raises his eyes again, trying to steady his breathing while giving Nine the most determined stare, he manages despite his pain and fear “…And he did NOT send me here! He PROMISED me to not leave me alone! I don’t know what happened and why I’m here, but…”
“He doesn’t care about you!”
“Yes, he DOES! This isn’t… This isn’t REAL!” he clenches his hands into fists and closes his eyes, trying to focus on what he knows CERTAINLY is real and what he remembers BEFORE he woke up here all alone. He was changing clothes… Sportacus wanted him to wear something more comfortable… One of his…pajamas… And he…had already changed his pants when he suddenly…felt incredibly sick and then…nothing… “…I…know what’s going on…” he breathes in “…It’s only a dream…”
“Robbie Rotten. You will be sentenced, no matter what! Take him away!”
Robbie feels the hands on his arms again and cries out at the touch, but he whimpers lowly to remind himself “It’s a nightmare! I’m just dreaming! No one is going to hurt me! I-I’m with Sportacus! He MUST be here! Please! Please…”
The two hands on his arms move to wrap around his chest from behind now. Gently. Robbie feels as if the last bit of strength is drained from him, his eyes fall shut and he knows that he would fall forward if it wasn’t for these gentle, warm hands…
They’re carefully massaging his abdomen and chest now - skin on skin. He’s just wearing pyjamas…
And there’s a voice.
A warm, gentle, soothing but clearly afraid voice “…Robbie… Please… Wake up…”
He slowly opens his eyes. He’s still in the airship. But not on the ground anymore. A low whimper escapes him when he takes a labored breath in “…Sportacus…”
“I’m here, Robbie. Please, I don’t know whether you can hear me, but..”
“Sportacus,” it takes a lot of energy, he isn’t even sure he has, but he moves his head a little to be able to look up and into these blue, exhausted, incredibly worried but now also confused and even slightly relieved eyes “…Sportacus… You…didn’t leave me…alone in here… Did you?…”
“Robbie! You’re back!” the hero turns pale as ash for a moment, but then he appears to start crying and laughing at the same time and he tightens his hug around the villain, nuzzling his face against Robbie’s cheek, almost sobbing “No! I didn’t! And I never would! Oh, Robbie! You… What happened? What… You’ve been hallucinating for four hours! I thought…” he breaks up into another sob.
Robbie nods weakly “…Yeah… Me too…” he feels Sportacus’ hands that are holding on to his own, tightly but carefully and squeezes them probably barely noticeably. But Sportacus does notice. And he returns the squeeze, whispering once more “…I didn’t leave you…”
“…I know… You…care…” the villain manages a weak smile, knowing that the hero is going to sense this, since he’s still pressing their cheeks together “…And that knowledge…is what just kept me alive, I guess…” he thinks he’s too weakened to blush meanwhile, and his face still is heated up with fever, anyway, so he can as well be honest now “…Sportacus… I was so scared. I… I thought you left me in the airship and sent it off to your people and…everything hurt… But when Nine came to take me to their judge, he told me that you…don’t care about me and then I…realized that this wasn’t real and…managed to wake up again…” Robbie is crying again now at the memory of this. But he’s not entirely sure whether it’s not a little bit out of relief, as well. A few seconds pass. Sportacus doesn’t say anything, he just gently rubs small circles in the back of Robbie’s hands. “…I shouldn’t have told you any of that… I knew that it would scare you… But I…” the hero swallows hard “…I wouldn’t have thought that it would cause you to have such horrible hallucinations… I’m so sorry, Robbie! That’s all my fault! I…”
“No. It is not,” Robbie turns his face away, so he loses the contact with the hero’s cheek and more tears stream down his face “It’s my fault. I… I’m a mess!”
“What?! No! Robbie…”
“Yes, I AM! And you know it! You care for me, yes. You pity me, because I can’t get anything right! I even nearly die because of stupid hallucinations, caused by stupid fever, caused by my stupid inability to take care of myself!” he withdraws his hands and brings them up to cover his face, wishing for nothing more than to disappear and not bother the hero anymore, but can’t possibly strain himself with any other movements than this one, he sobs breathlessly “…Just take me home and leave me be! Nine was right, I am no good! You do care about me, but this is WRONG! You shouldn’t… And I shouldn’t let you… I deserve…”
“Robbie!” interrupts Sportacus suddenly firmly, one hand gently covering the villain’s mouth now and he takes a deep breath, before he continues softly “…Please, listen closely now… Nine was NOT right. You are not ‘bad’! And you DON’t deserve whatever my people would do to you! And…” his hand moves from Robbie’s mouth to his forehead and he gently brushes some sweaty hair out of his face, before feeling the hot skin once more “…you’re SICK. You need rest. You need care. You need…” hesitatingly, the hero leans closer again and places a very soft, very short kiss on Robbie’s temple “…love.” Robbie winces at the kiss, but tries to wrap his mind around the strange new feeling, at once. Sportacus gives him time to progress this, gently starting to run his hands over the other’s arms again, trying to soothe him. Suddenly, but not entirely unexpected, Robbie bursts out into new tears and violent sobs, chest spasming with the effort to take in enough air, and he tries to double over again. But Sportacus doesn’t let him. Instead, he gently guides his body, until the villain is lying on his side now, his upper body completely rested on the hero’s chest. “…Shush… It’s okay, Robbie. Everything will be all right again, soon, I promise! Just breathe. In and out. Nobody will be able to hurt you again. In no way. I’m here. I will protect you. Even from yourself, if necessary… You are no mess, Robbie. You are wonderful, just the way you are. And I will prove it to you, if you just let me… Please… Don’t give up now…” The villain doesn’t think, he just buries his face against Sportacus strong, muscular, but yet soft neck and whimpers lowly “…Is this real now?…”
“Yes,” the hero gently caresses his head and cheek with one hand and his back with the other, murmuring lowly and encouragingly, but with a thick lump in his throat “Yes, it is…”

Meet again- requested

So, I think this one is a bit longer then the others, but I really liked it. And I would like to do a part 2 maybe if you guys would like it. 
Sorry for the spelling, enjoy :*


I couldn’t believe it. My two high school friends were getting married tomorrow. I always knew they would but when they actually announced that I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and even now, day before their wedding, at reheasal dinner I couldn’t still believe it. So crazy. They are getting married in Italy, so they rented a hotel where all of us would stay.

I was in my room getting ready for the dinner when the groom, Tony, came into my room.

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Take a Chance (Part 4)

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers
characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Steve’s Parents, Natasha and Wanda (mentions)
word count: 1,120
warnings: pregnancy talks
a/n: probably the shortest chapter in this series lfmao
summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.

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Your name: submit What is this?

Maybe telling your baby daddy that you were pregnant so abruptly wasn’t such a good idea. But hey! You already did and there’s no taking it back now.

Might as well take a hammer and hit the nail in the coffin, right? “You’re gonna be a dad.”

Steve stays in an unblinking stare, his eyes wide and mouth parted almost comically. You fidget with the plastic cup, pinching the bottom edges, waiting for him to say anything, something. His eyes are watering and you’re positive it has nothing to do with the fact that you just told him he might be a father, but the fact that he has yet to blink.

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anonymous asked:

hi!!! could I pls get 54 with todoroki where the reader feels they shouldn't be a thing since everyone hits on him (and he's like pretty much top of the class) and she's just average? thanns!!!!!

54 from here!

I’m going to try my best with this!!! I went under the assumption that the reader and Todoroki are already in a relationship but it’s new. It’s kind’ve long, hope that’s okay!

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Todoroki Shouto 

He couldn’t understand why his s/o was always so reserved when they went out together. Well, not that he wasn’t. But he tried to remember their favorite things and try to incorporate them into their dates. Maybe they were going through something personal and they weren’t ready to talk about it with him? Or maybe they thought that he couldn’t help them with it? He couldn’t even focus on his schoolwork, maybe some perspective would help.

“I don’t know what to do,” he said to his friends in the study lounge, “should I ask them about it, or should I wait until their ready to talk to me about it?”

“I wouldn’t recommend waiting,” Midoriya chimed in, “we waited for Iida to talk to us, and look at what happened.”

“That’s true!” Iida exclaimed, hands already directing nearby planes, “ although my actions may not have changed, talking about what was going on would’ve helped me considerably.”

“But I thought that they knew that they could tell me anything,” Todoroki looked down at his phone, seeing their photo, “maybe I really am like that old man.”

“What do you mean?” Midoriya asked, obviously picking up on the angsty vibe that his friend was dropping.

“Maybe I can’t do relationships,” he sighed and leaned back in his chair, “we just started dating and they already can’t talk to me.”

“NO, you can’t let yourself think like that!” Iida was very much in his face now, “As your class president, I am telling you to go and talk to them and tell them how you feel!”

“Iida, maybe talking to us first-”

“No he’s right,” Todoroki got up and put his books back in his bag, “I can’t just sit here guessing.”

And so he left and heading down stairs, towards the lobby of the dorms. He sent them a text to meet him. He couldn’t let himself worry about interrupting them, this was important. He only waited a few minutes before he saw them.

“Hey”

“Hey,” they couldn’t even look at him. 

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he said and grabbed their hand, “but I want to. I don’t want to be someone who ignores those who are important to them.”

“Nothing’s going on,” they looked at him, they didn’t seem sad, maybe it was defeat, “I just don’t know how to do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not good enough for you,” they looked up at him, eyes clearly watering, “you’re the best person I know and you’re going to be this amazing hero and I’m in the support courses,” they choked up and their tears started falling. All he could do was hug them, he had no idea that they felt that way. 

“I thought that you felt like you couldn’t lean on me,” he said into their hair, “what other people think or how they view me has absolutely nothing to do with my feelings for you. You make me a better person.” They nodded into his chest. “Do you want to go get ice cream?”

“Yes.” Finally he got to see them smile. 

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I hope it was good enough!!!!!

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  • [at the amusement park]
  • Furihata: Sei, are you okay?
  • Akashi: [about to puke] I'm fine, just.. no more roller coaster please
  • Furihata: [chuckles] You should have told me you are afraid of-
  • Akashi: I'm not afraid! I'm just..
  • Furihata: [amused] Yes? What is it Se- [bumps into someone] ouch!
  • Kise: Oh, I'm sor- Furihatacchi!
  • Furihata: [frowns] Kise-san?
  • Kise: [panics] Furihatacchi, you gotta help me!
  • Furihata: Wha-
  • Kise: Some fangirls are going after me and I can't- I need to hide! Please help me!
  • Furihata: Kise-san, please calm down first.. [opens his backpack] here, wear this beanie, and this sunglasses, and cover your mouth with this scarf..
  • Kise: O-okay, [wears all the stuff Furihata just gave him quickly] how- how do I look?
  • Furihata: [gasps] Are you by any chance.. not Kise Ryouta?
  • Kise: ...
  • Kise: [chuckles]
  • Furihata: [gives Kise a thumb up] It's a good disguise
  • Kise: The fact that I meet you and you have exactly what I need.. this must be destiny, Furihatacchi [grins]
  • Furihata: More like, I'm just lazy tidying up.. those stuff are always in my bag since God knows when, I hope they don't smell or anything [laughs awkwardly]
  • Kise: [beams] Thank you Furihatacchi!!! [about to hug Furihata]
  • Akashi: [suddenly stands in front of Furihata] And what do you think you are doing?
  • Kise: [surprised] Ah Akashicchi! You're here too
  • Akashi: [rolls his eyes]
  • Kise: Um.. can you move a bit? I want to-
  • Akashi: No
  • Kise: Aww come on Akashicchi, it's just a hug
  • Akashi: [glares]
  • Kise: Ugh, fine!
  • Akashi: ...
  • Kise: [blows a kiss to Furihata]
  • Akashi: [catches the imaginary heart and stomps it to the ground]
  • Kise: [in disbelief] Not even that?!
  • Akashi: No. Now, off you go
  • ---
  • Furihata: So.. you are jealous?
  • Akashi: Yes
  • Furihata: [raises his eyebrows] You actually admit it?
  • Akashi: Why shouldn't I?
  • Furihata: ...
  • Furihata: [chuckles]
  • Akashi: .. What is it?
  • Furihata: And yet, you can't admit you are afraid of roller coaster
  • Akashi: [scoffs] It's because I'm not
  • Furihata: We can ride it again then?
  • Akashi: No!
  • Furihata: [laughs]
  • ---
  • PS. This is for dear anon who requested jealous Akashi, hope you like it!
Please Don’t Say You Love Me

So excited to finally post it! This is my submission for the @kleinsensongbash, a little bit late but it’s here! It might not be my best fic writing, but I’m glad I finished it in time.

Notes:

  • Song: “Please Don’t Say You Love Me” by Gabrielle Aplin
  • Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen (duh)
  • Ship: Kleinsen (duh) and some implied Galaxy Gals
  • Word Count: 3,200
  • Connor Lives au (+They All Became Friends au)
  • I worked hard on this I hope you enjoy it!

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Moving On—Interlude IV: Voodoo Child

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Yet again, props to @hecallsmehischild​ because if not for her encouragement, this chapter would have waited even longer.


“Let me get this straight,” Lance said, after a long pause.


Arthur glanced up at him from his supine position on the creeper, his legs under the hood of Lance’s tow truck. “Take your time,” he said. “And I, um, don’t mean that in a condescending way, I just mean that it is honestly a lot to take in, so—”


“Stop being a dingus, Art. You didn’t sound condescending.”


Arthur grunted and pulled himself entirely underneath. That was how he’d related his long, crazy story, once Lance had finally managed to cajole him into relaying it. He’d been under Lance’s truck, devoutly fixing the car, and explaining what had happened like it was some kind of idle gossip about celebrities, or hair, or something.


“So, Lew’s a ghost, tried to kill you because he thought you killed him, but now he knows about that demon thing that got in your arm, so he doesn’t try to kill you—as often. Vivi can remember Lew except she still doesn’t. And her dog can talk. And isn’t a dog.”


“That’s the essentials, yeah.”


It wasn’t even like when Arthur had told him about the cave. He’d been sobbing then, still lying on the hospital bed, curling up instinctively and without enough arms to hold himself.

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Happy Pregnancy! Part 4: Confrontation
  • [Uraraka stomps into a bookstore to see Bakugou in uniform and fuming at a cashier with a giant stack of books on the counter.]
  • Bakugou: Look, just tell me which books are the best. Skip the bullshit.
  • Cashier: [Sweat builds on his forehead.] Uh, I don't know what to tell you.
  • Uraraka: [She jerks Bakugou into a secluded aisle.]
  • Bakugou: Ochako? What the hell are you doing here?
  • Uraraka: Why did you say that on live television? I haven't been able to sleep all day! I told you not to say anything.
  • Bakugou: I shouldn't have to explain my - [He spots her tears fall and presses his palm to his forehead.] S-Sorry. I don't get why everything has to be a big damn secret. I'm proud as shit that I knocked you up.
  • Uraraka: /// Stop saying it like that! And, of course, I'm happy we're starting a family. It's just unexpected. I might have to stop fighting.
  • Bakugou: That's not really a choice. Four-eyes said you're not allowed.
  • Uraraka: I know... [More tears fall.]
  • Bakugou: [He hugs her head to his chest.] I know you can protect yourself, but things are different now. I'd die if something happened to either of you.
  • Uraraka: I just wish people didn't treat me like I'm weak.
  • Bakugou: They WHAT? Who said that? I'm gonna kick their asses. Nobody talks to Bakugou Ochako like that.
  • Uraraka: Katsuki, it's fine! [She boldly jumps up to wrap her legs around him and kiss him.] And that's not my name yet.
  • Bakugou: Guh...w-what did I say about playing dirty like this?
  • Uraraka: [She coyly pouts.] But, Katsuki, you're so cute sometimes.
  • Bakugou: I forgot what I was gonna say, dammit! Come on, let's get the fuck out of this dump.
  • [To be continued? I really shouldn't.]

anonymous asked:

Heya~ I really love your muse head canon requests lol, I have one of my own but only do it if you're comfortable?? ^^ How would the RFA + Saeran react/act around an MC with an eating disorder..? (Anorexia or Bulimia, if ur risky) I know it's a strange/triggering request and isn't very easy access knowledge.. But I've suffered with one for a while and I'm really unable to relate to most head canons lol ^^; thanks so much for your time !! (Also EDs shouldn't be romanticised and I'm not trying to))

aah, I see. I know these things are a serious problem. I’ll try my best. 

Unfortunately, I haven’t learned much about these issues, but I’ll try to do some quick research so that it’ll be easier for you to relate. Please excuse any mistakes and don’t hesitate to correct my wrongs. These topics are sensitive and I want to do my best to deliver quality writing. 

(this’ll be under the cut [click ‘keep reading’] because I don’t want to cause triggers or offend anyone) 

~Cherry L.


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"Yeah, this was the perfect example of how you shouldn't do it" -Simbar

I had this request sent to me a while ago and I’ve had the craziest few weeks of my life recently, but it’s finally done and that’s all that really matters. I had to change the plot several different times, but I liked the one I ended up with. Not completely satisfied, as I rushed myself because I’m still in the midst of having a busy schedule. But I hope you enjoy it and don’t forget to send requests!!


Instead of dreading being the one to close up the roller for the night, Simón actually quite enjoys it. Yes it was dark and sometimes scary once stepping outside the Roller at night, but he liked the peace and tranquility of it. No chaos. Of course he likes working with his best friends as well as living with them. But spending so much time all together definitely has it’s downfalls. These little breathers really help him refocus and gather himself.

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spillywolf  asked:

Tbh I get kinda mad when people say that Deacon was lying about Barbara, like okay you can believe whatever you want cuz he's fictional and it shouldn't bother me so much but COME ON he's not a jerk I don't think even he would lie about something like that, all his other lies are about such unimportant things compared to that one and he acted totally different you can tell he wasn't lying I mean really //end rant

I agree with you here Spills 1000%. Lying about having a dead spouse for sympathy and/or trickery would belie Deacon as being a sociopath, which he definitely is not. I mean, he sacrifices his life and identity on a daily basis for the sake of a whole other race of people. Also, he’s quick to fess up to his lies if you have the charisma enough to catch him in one. But if you refuse his final dialogue (depending on the severity with which you do so) he is either understanding or angry with himself. There are tons of other, more articulate posts in favor of the final dialogue, so I’m not gonna drag mine out. Instead…

My personal “headcanon”or whatever, I guess “read” is more appropriate, is that Deacon didn’t lie in his final affinity dialogue(at least not completely, but I’m still in the “it’s the whole truth” camp). I think he genuinely feels like scum and that he doesn’t deserve a position in the Railroad. I believe he changes his face partly for the practicality it confers to him as a spy, partly to try and erase the man who he once was, and partly as a sort of self-inflicted punishment. I mean, that many surgeries has to take a physical toll on someone, not to mention the emotional and psychological damage that probably come along with it.

Then enters Sole stage left. Assuming you play Sole as the “brotherhood of man” type character, Deacon views them as a beacon of hope; a chance at redemption for the Commonwealth. This hope, I believe, is a big portion of his character arc. Case in point, he directly talks about Barbara in a way that makes her sound like, and I quote, “…the whole world had a chance. That one day we could climb out of this wreckage. She could do that to people.” And his description of her? “She had a smile like on those old magazine covers.

When Barbara died, Deacon lost his hope, and I’m betting he agreed to join the Railroad because without his wife he had no direction, and he figured fighting the Institute would be the closest thing to justice he could get for Barbara. 

Now here’s Sole: all old world looks and old world values. They reach out to Deacon and offer him friendship, something Deacon has been withholding from himself for a long time. Deacon thought he was strong. He thought he could effectively wall himself off from the rest of the world, and that did work for a while, but only because these post war types don’t bother making friendships with people who don’t reciprocate the gesture.

But Sole manages to bust through Deacon’s monolithic barriers. They constantly forgive him for his lies, the one thing about Deacon that most pushes people away. When Sole looks at him, they don’t see scum, or an irrevocable liar; They see a broken man and a friend. 

And maybe, just maybe, since Sole can forgive Deacon for being a liar, they can forgive him for his past, for being a real piece of filth. It’s all-consuming at first: the thought, the hope. It hurts. Ever since Barbara died, Deacon’s never been this compulsive, but he’s tired of running and hungry for closure. Maybe it’s time he grieved.

And so he let’s his guard down. He tells Sole everything and waits, cringing, for the cosmic punchline. For Sole to justifiably spit in his face and send him away. 

But they don’t.

They apologize to him. 

They apologize to him.

Deacon knows he doesn’t deserve it and refuses the hug, but inside he’s flooded with relief. Telling Sole about the Claws and Barbara, he never knew he could be so free. For the first time in years he’s consumed with the desire to run and shout and laugh and cry all at once!

Instead, he tucks the happy thought away with careful experience and contents himself with a small outward smile, hoping from this small gesture that Sole understands the true depth of his gratitude.

A reason not to leave

A door opening, closing. The ding of a text. Shirayuki’s determined face as she gathers her winter gear from Kiki’s coat stand, a riot of colour clutched in her arms.

“You’ve got this,” Kiki reminded her. “You know what you need to say. It might take some repetition to get it through his head, but he’ll understand.”

Kiki was never able to predict when Shirayuki would go in for a hug. Always unexpected, impossible to anticipate, yet never unwelcome. Shirayuki knows when she needs to talk, to comfort, to encourage. Kiki doesn’t, but initiates a hug anyways, because that’s what Shirayuki needs right now.

—–

Kiki doesn’t fret.

She’s just… concerned.

She can’t hear anything beyond muted voices, but she knows what Shirayuki will say. She’d practiced with her for over an hour, so determined to get this right.

‘I want to buy a house in Lyrias.’ She would pause, allow Zen to say anything he needed to before she continuing.

But Zen raises his voice, and Kiki hears all too clearly.

“What about the life we wanted to build together here.” It’s a direct challenge, thwarting Shirayuki’s rehearsed speech.

Shirayuki keeps her voice pitched low, all too aware of their eavesdropper, but she can’t keep herself from responding just a little too loudly.

“You’ve never visited once while I come down almost every weekend.”

“To spend all your time with Obi.” Zen’s tone turns as they brush against an older argument. “You drive down Friday and I don’t see you until late on Saturday, just like today.”

“You weren’t here!”

Kiki gets to her feet.

“What about yesterday? I was here, but you weren’t because you were with Obi.”

A frustrated noise spills from Shirayuki, temper rising to the occasion as the argument shifts. “He has to deal with a crappy apartment and crappier neighbours, just because - ” A pause that Zen doesn’t try to fill. A moment where they both might calm down, step back from their emotions, and fix this.

Kiki takes the three steps to the door, intuition telling her to stop them before -

Shirayuki, louder now, but still soft, pleading. “Zen, he’s lonely. He won’t say so, but it hurts him when you -”

“Yet… you’re allowed to hurt him. How do you think he feels, when you stay over every Friday, when you sleep in his bed and cook him breakfast? Don’t tell me how terrible I make him feel when you’re the one breaking his heart.”

A door slams, the force vibrating the doorknob in her hand. She wrenches it open, just in time to see Mitsuhide always one step ahead, following Shirayuki to the stairwell.

Leaving Kiki to deal with Zen.

She opens the door cautiously. He’s crouching, head between his knees, one hand hovering over his mouth. He looks like going to be sick.

She hands him a glass of water and kneels beside him - but that’s it. No comforting gestures or reassuring words. Not when his words sent Shirayuki scrambling to be anywhere else but near him, even into a blizzard. Not when those words may have stained a friendship she admires above any other.

So she waits.

Her phone rings once, and she answers.

“She’s gone.” Yet another door. The echo of his hollow footsteps in the stairwell. “It’s a mess out here; I could barely see her leave. Kiki.” He hesitates, and she knows what he will ask. “Obi or Lyrias?”

Later, later, she can address the emotion in his voice, and Shirayuki will drive carefully, she always does, emotions be dammed, but right now…

Lyrias. Or Obi.

In any other situation, she’d bet on Obi, but with the bomb Zen had just dropped… would she still go to him? Would the thought of hurting him be enough to send her further into the storm?

Mitsuhide enters the apartment quietly, disconnecting the call only when he stands next to them. He towers, a hovering ball of concern.

She wastes precious minutes debating the matter, but they did have some time. If Shirayuki was driving to Obi’s apartment, she would get there in approximately twenty minutes. If she continued on to Lyrias, Obi could intercept her within minutes after she passed through.

But she had to tell him first.

Shit.

“Watch Zen.” He was still on the floor. Raw anger filters through her control at his helpless slump. “I need to make a phone call.”

I’m Safest When At Home *Steve RogersxReader*

Originally posted by forassgard

(Requested by georghiousophia) I love your writing ! Like OMG YOU ARE AMAZIng !!!!!! I was wondering if you had time if you could write a oneshot were the reader is Tony’s daughter but is dating Steve. And when on a mission together the reader gets hurt and tony tries to blame it on Steve and he believes tony so tries to break up with the reader but then like fluff or smut happens to show she wants him to stay ?????? (Sorry if this is a crap request!) 
Warnings:Fluff & Swears
Admins Note: Written by Rosalee. You did say either or for the smut thing, so I decided to go down the ‘fluff’ route, if you expected smut for this then I am deeply sorry and maybe I’ll write something soon. Also, its not a crap request, never be afraid to express an idea to us if you want it written by us. One shot, ship and preferences request are open if you want something done by me or Angie. 


“Okay, someone remind me to take some vacation days” you say breathlessly into your communicator. The last man dropping to his knee’s, you let out a deep sigh and round-housed kicked him in the face, making him fall with a thud. Despite the sweat dripping down your face, this was easy, a little too easy for your liking. The Hydra base was small anyway but that didn’t mean anything for their hired assassins, they’re obviously up to something.

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