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Title: I Truly Am Sorry

anonymous requested: can I request something angsty? The reader is Abraham’s daughter and she was in the circle when he was beaten to death. She’s always been broken but after seeing her last family member die before her she breaks completely. She’s with the group in Alexandria and when Negan comes to visit he sees what he’s done to her… and he actually feels some kind of remorse??

Character(s): Negan and Reader (Abraham’s daughter)
Summary: Witnessing your father’s death broke you and the one man that has been haunting your nightmares finally show up for the first pick-up.
Word Count: 1,719
Warning: Angst!!!
Author’s Note: Okay, this idea is absolutely amazing. To the anon who sent this in, thank you so much! I love angst more than I love fluff and smut, to be honest lol. Anyway, get a ready for a whirlwind of tears because it pained me to write a story about Abraham simply because his death hit me just as much as Glenn’s did. I hope you enjoy! :-)

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Somebody get me an ice-pack because this this thing got steamy! I did not intend for it to go this way - at all, I promise - but sometimes there is nothing I can do. Anyway, you guys really liked Plague and, after uploading it to AO3, it did so well, I figured to ignore my rule of only doing 4 parts and carry on with it. Difficult to say when I will stop but so far you guys seem to like it and I enjoy writing it so let’s keep at it, shall we? I think @summeroffortyfives and @tmntloverxd would appreciate being tagged in this (also @arabella-loves-coffee). Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I know its really soon to ask this but could you please do a part 5 to it. About the aftermath of the kiss like if they become a couple or something like that

The feelsssssss from your stories. Anything Loki x reader especially.

Plague (Part 5)

Part 4

“What we did-” Loki began.
“What you did.” You corrected him. He growled a little at the interruption.
“Regardless; what happened yesterday was completely accidental. And moreover, it was wrong.”
“Absolutely.” You agreed.
“We shouldn’t have done it.”
“No, we shouldn’t.”

Earlier that day you had had your fingers tangled in Loki’s hair and your body pressed against him, practically fused together with the heat of passion. It had been the first time since having a cold that your temperature was not a result of your affliction. Since then the two of you had avoided each other completely, neither able to admit the obvious or deny it. Your emotions were a dangerous and toxic combination that you couldn’t fathom. Loki felt the same – the premise of falling for a Midgardian was sickening and strange to the God. He couldn’t be sure it was real, or right. Thus the current conversation was the first time the two of you had spoken since then. Be it through avoiding eye contact or evading dialogue with each other, the two of you had practiced extensive measures to ensure that you need never address the situation.

And that had lasted for a few hours.

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                          KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 4

“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: Hello, hello! Thank you (for the umpteenth time) for loving this! This part isn’t as angsty as the previous (or as i like it to be) but, I promise you, things are still uneasy. A new character will be introduced towards the end of this! Enjoy! SORRY THIS IS LATE![GIF NOT MINE]

Warning: None…surprisingly? Wait, mentions of a panic attack.

Word Count: 2.2K+


The sudden revelation was enough to shatter your heart. You didn’t know how you could miss something as obvious as this. Did that devastating scar really have the ability to warp his face into something you couldn’t recognize? How was it possible? That face was hard to miss in a crowd, he stuck out so much, you could remember how easy it was to see him amongst the members of the Resistance when there were meetings being held. So this is the fearsome Kylo Ren? This is the man behind that unsettling mask? The young boy whose parents were so–admirable–for their work with the Rebellion. How did he turn into such…thing? “Ben?” Your throat had locked. This couldn’t be, that couldn’t be him, that isn’t him. “No, no…you can’t be Ben! Ben would not do this! Ben wouldn’t do such harm, he wouldn’t kill-” Cutting yourself off, you took in a deep breath.

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Not entirely sure how I feel about this one. My knowledge of Thor’s character is limited - I have watched the Thor films but I wasn’t actually paying attention (not that I’ll complain about re-watching them I’m sure). This request was made by @hawkmarta and @connor-say-what who I hope will enjoy it, not to mention the sick!reader one that is scheduled to be written soon. Until then, enjoy my darlings!

Prompt: Heey,i wanted to know,if it’s too much if i ask a x reader about Thor?Please? 

“A New Beginning”

Being Nick Fury’s niece was no picnic. When your parents had died in a car crash, you were 16 – but even then the shock had hit you hard. Your uncle adopted you hesitantly, not believing himself to have the most suitable of lives for a family, but you made it work. At first you wanted to be independent, shutting Fury out and throwing yourself into your schoolwork. He was only too happy to oblige this as it meant you were in less danger.

However the occurrence of the Christmas holidays forced you to spend time with each other and quickly you began to come out of your shell. Together you were able to begin a healing process, he for you and vice versa. The problem it presented was duly forgotten.

Until at the age of 21, you were taken hostage and it was only through Thor’s interference that you escaped the ordeal. Unfortunately it destroyed your newly found confidence and sent you reeling back. Your books once again became your coping mechanism and you would spend many nights lying awake and reading for fear of the nightmares that plagued your slumber.

As a result, you were also an early riser. The clock flashed 4:31 when you woke up panting. After staring at the ceiling for another hour, you gave up and slipped out of bed. You showered and made your way to the kitchen of your apartment where you made your breakfast in blissful silence, watching the sun come up.

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AN: *Sobs for hours bc this gif breaks my heart* OMG poor baby…Thank you for the unique request anon! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could do I guess a one shot for Pietro where he’s friends with and or is dating the reader and she has to go somewhere and he doesn’t want her to go so they get in a fight about it then sometime after she leaves she gets in a wreck and doesn’t remember him/the avengers and he’s never told so one day he sees her on the street and wants to talk to her but can’t bc she has no idea she knew him/the team. Please include the team of you want. I also love, love your imagines.

Warning: Memory loss, car crash, swearing, over all sad theme




Your eyes stung with tears of anger as you slammed your hand on your nightstand and took your car keys in your shaking fingers. “I am going, Pietro, and you have no right to stop me.”

“I have every right, you are my girlfriend.” Pietro said from the other side of the room, then zoomed over to you and tried to pry the keys from you. “This is so stupid, Y/N!”

“Visiting my mother isn’t stupid, you inconsiderate bastard!” You spat at him.

“It’s pouring out, you won’t be able to see two feet in front of you when you are driving.” Pietro said, jutting a finger in the direction of your bedroom window. “It’s dangerous to go out in a storm like this.”

“I haven’t seen my mom in months.” You growled angrily, but also with an underlining tone of sadness. You had been so tied up with your work with the team and training, and this was the only day you managed to get off. You were not giving it up just because of the rain!

Your boyfriend was very important to you, but so was your family. You knew, deep down, that he was right about the entire situation, but you refused to listen.

You narrowed your eyes at him and shoved him out of the way, snatching your coat and bag from your bed. “I am going!”

His bright blue eyes widened furiously, then he crossed his arms over his chest and snarled at you, “Fine, go. And you know what? When–no, if you come back, you won’t have a boyfriend anymore.”

His words stung you, but you had to maintain your pride. “Yeah? Well, guess what Maximoff? You’re going to loose your girlfriend.”

You took two long strides to the door, Pietro just stood where he was and watched you while he sulked in his own negative energy. You opened it, then paused for a moment.

“Actually, you already have.” You said, but this time your voice was much quieter and much, much more broken.

You ran past every one of your teammates in the tower with your head down and tears streaming down your face. You made it to the parking garage alright, but when you climbed into your car and shut the door, you broke down in sobs.

You absolutely hated fighting with Pietro. You two barley ever had serious arguments, just a little bickering here and there, nothing ever big. But this? You were pretty sure that the two of you had just broken up.

You turned the car on and peeled out of the garage, only to be met with a blast of rain and wind. Yes, you had seen worse, but your upset and chaotic emotions made it all that more difficult to drive.

You were almost out of the city, just a few more roads to go before you hit the bridge, but you never made it. Your sluggish thoughts slowed your reaction time, so by the time you looked to your left and saw another car coming at the side of you in the intersection, it was too late.

The last thing you felt was your brain shutting down, and your heart being shattered into a million different fragments. You had never felt so much pain in your life.



It has been weeks since he had last seen Y/N. At first, he didn’t worry all that much. He just assumed that she had decided to stay a few extra days with her mother because she was so upset at him, but then things began to change.

SHIELD agents came into the tower and began to clear out all of her stuff; putting them in labeled boxes and eventually loading them up into a truck to be shipped off. Pietro stood by and watched them sort through everything she owned, but every time he asked why they were doing it, they told him that they were under strict orders not to tell. Wanda, of course, was out on a mission at the time, so she could not search their minds for him.

No one on the team knew anything about what had happened to her, it was like she had just fallen off the face of the earth.

Pietro began to question if she had ever made it to her mom’s house, or if something had happened to her on the drive. He consistently played the fight that he had with her in his mind over and over again. He was convinced that the last words he would ever get to say to her was when he told her that he was breaking up with her.

Well, that was until he saw her on the streets.

He was walking up the busy and crowded New York City street side to get Wanda her favorite iced coffee from a small café a few blocks away from the tower, and that was when he had spotted her.

He had done it a few times before; thought he had seen her, but when he blinked it was someone else entirely. However, this time, there was no mistake in it. The way her Y/H/C fell around her shoulders, they way she smiled, even the way her shoulders shook when she laughed. It was Y/N, there was no question in his mind.

There she was, sitting in a window booth in the very same café he was heading to.

When he walked inside he was greeted by the scent of pastries and coffee, along with the sight of the love of his life. She was alone, fiddling with her thumbs, and occasionally looking over to the long line where Pietro saw her mother waiting to order their drinks.

The two of them were in the city…and they hadn’t even thought to call? To tell him, and the rest of the team, that she was even alive?

“Y/N…” Pietro said, though he had trouble finding the will to push the words out of his numb lips.

She looked up at the sound of her name, then tilted her head to the side in confusion at Pietro. “Do I know you?”


“Y/N, of course you know me.” Pietro said with a nervous laugh. “What are you talking about?”

“You must have me confused with someone else, sir.” She said with a small smile, looking genuinely sorry.

“Who are you talking to?” Her mother’s voice said from behind Pietro, then came around to put the drinks on the table. When she slid into the booth next to her daughter and looked at him, all the color drained from her face. “Oh, no.”

“What do you mean, ‘oh no’?” Pietro said through tight lips as he tried to conceal his anger. He didn’t want to scare Y/N off. “Why is it that she can’t remember me?”

Her mother gently grabbed her arm and began to tug her away from the table and towards the door. “Honey, we should go.”

She shook her head furiously, clearly trying to put all of the pieces together. “Mom, what is going on?”

Her mother didn’t answer, she just pulled her out of the café and back into the streets quickly. Pietro was too numb to chase after her, he just stood there and looked at Y/N with tears in his eyes as she went with her mother.


“I want Fury, now!”

Pietro stormed into the tower with a dark look etched on his face. He was past the sadness, now he was down right furious. He wanted answers.

“Brother, what happened?” Wanda came up to him and placed a comforting hand on his arm, but he ripped himself out of her touch and marched over to Stark.

“Stark, contact Fury. I want to speak with him.” He hissed at Tony.

Tony held his hands up and distanced himself from Pietro. “Whoa, Speedy, maybe we should calm down a bit–”

“We don’t have time to calm down!” Pietro’s eyes were ablaze with a fire that Wanda had never seen. “I need to talk to him now!”

Wanda had had enough of guessing, so she jumped into his mind and sorted through his emotions to find the source of his rage.

Pietro saw as Wanda gasped and left his thoughts, her crimson eyes wide open in shock. “You found Y/N?”

The entire team’s gaze snapped up to him, and that was when Tony’s tone got much more serious. “Meet me in the lab, I’ll get ahold of him.”

Every one of the Avengers crowded around a large screen which had Fury projected onto it. Pietro stood in the middle with his sister holding onto his arms to support him.

“What was this about, Pietro?” Fury said, sounding tired and annoyed like always. But, unlike most times, Pietro wasn’t intimidated by him. He had much more important things on his mind.

“What haven’t you told us about Y/N’s disappearance?” Pietro asked, his tone hard and bitter.

Fury didn’t seem surprised. “I am not permitted to tell you anything about it.”

“I’m not playing fucking games, Fury!” Pietro shouted at him.“I just ran into the love of my life on the streets, and she had no fucking idea who I even was! So, you are going to tell me everything you know, right now, or else Quicksilver isn’t going to be apart of the Avengers anymore.”

The entire team made similar threats, which put Fury in a pretty tight position. He couldn’t afford to loose everyone.

“Fine, but just know that I’m breaking the rules.” Fury said with a bitter sigh. “Y/N got into a serious car crash the night she left Avengers Tower.”

Pietro felt his stomach drop to his feet.

“She was able to pull through, clearly, but the more recent years of her life had been wiped clean from her memory due to a head injury she received.” Fury explained. “Once she was cleared from the hospital, her mother informed SHIELD that Y/N would be unable to work for us again, and that she wished for the details of the incident to be private.”

“W-what?” Pietro said, he felt his body swaying back and forth. “Why would she not want to tell us what happened?”

“She said that she didn’t want her daughter to be involved with the team again, she thinks that this type of life is too dangerous for her. She saw a chance to pull her out and she did.”

Silence fell over the team, and even Fury looked a little shaken himself. He had never gotten to know Y/N like the team did, but he still saw her as a good person from the few times he did meet her. He knew that she didn’t deserve what life gave her.

“Is she ever going to remember us?” Wanda asked quietly. 

“It’s unclear, the hospital couldn’t determine whether it would be short-lived or permanent." 

Wanda’s crimson lips curled up into a smile, and she hit her brother’s arms excitedly. "I have an idea! What if I went into her mind and tired to unlock her old memories?”

Pietro looked over at his twin and kissed both of her cheeks. “We have to try. We have to.”


Fury had contacted Y/N’s mother and, after a lot of reasoning, had convinced her to take Y/N to the tower and see if they can restore her memory. Her mother wasn’t to keen on the idea of her possibly remembering her life as an Avenger, however, in the end she recognized that her selfish desire to want her daughter safe with her shouldn’t overrule Y/N’s right to having her memory.

Y/N was escorted through the tower by Natasha to the common room, where Wanda and Pietro had a seat pulled up for her to sit in. Pietro could see her eyes flicking around as she soaked her surroundings in, and he could see a dim sense of familiarity.

She looked over at him and smiled a little as she recognized him as the man from the café. Pietro felt his heart clench, this had  to work.

Wanda guided her by her shoulders over to the seat, then kneeled down so that she was right in front of her. “This won’t hurt, okay?”

She nodded slowly, though Pietro could see the fear in her. Almost out of instinct, he reached out and grabbed her hand.

Wanda reached up and gently placed her finger tips on Y/N’s forehead, and a string of red energy began to flow through her skin and to her head.

Pietro stood by her side every second, and felt her squeeze his hand when she began to get uncomfortable.

Wanda’s eyes narrowed as she searched through her thoughts and suppressed memories, then slowly but surely began to release them from where they had been stuck.

Y/N’s eyes were screwed shut at the sensation of her brain being picked at, but she remained strong and stuck it through. Pietro was so very proud of her, even if it didn’t work. He would always love her, even if she never remembers that she used to feel the same way about him.

“I have done all I can do.” Wanda said with a sigh as she sat down fully on the floor, breathing heavily. “I have no idea how many memories I was able to bring to the surface, it could be all or it could be none.”

Wanda scooted out of the way so that Pietro could come in front of her. He crouched down to be eye level with Y/N and placed a head on each of her shoulders.

“Baby, open your eyes.”

She slowly obeyed, and she saw him sitting in front of her she jumped onto him and planted the biggest kiss she could onto his lips.

Nearly falling, he wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up with her, then spun her around while he continued to kiss her. The rest of the team was laughing and letting go of the breathes that they had been holding onto.

“Piet I love you.” Y/N mumbled against his lips, tears falling down her cheeks. “I love you so much.”

He let go of her lips and planted smaller, more gentle kissed on her cheeks and forehead. “Baby, I missed you so much.”

He was never, ever going to let her go again.

((I’m not sure if I like how this one turned out or not…?))

Milk and Honey

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Prompt: You get stood up on a date, and Pietro finds you and offers you a ride home

Warnings: None :)

     Great, just great. 

    Your head tilted upwards, as the oncoming drops of water from the sky fell. The cold droplets of water landed upon your forehead and cheeks. Frowning, you were mentally stabbing yourself for not bringing a umbrella. Or a hoodie, for pete’s sake. 

   You turned your attention to the dark street, hoping that you could spot a yellow cab. But for some odd reason, there was no one. You slipped your hand inside of your purse to get your phone and order an Uber, but then you remembered. Your phone is dead. Most likely from constantly calling your date that never showed up.

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AN: Omg why did you request such a sad imagine *sobs*???? Still, I am excited to try writing something new and out of my comfort zone. I hope you like it! Thank you anon for requesting! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader ((And, actually I managed to get some Wanda X Reader in. I wasn’t planning on it, but it kinda just happened as I wrote it…))

Prompt: can u do an imagine where pietro and reader are together, but pietro made a stupid mistake and got drunk and slept with another girl. and reader found out and was so heartbroken. i know this seems too sad. sorry!

Warning: There will be sad themes in here: *Heartbreak, *Cheating,  *Mild mentions of panic attacks, and just sad feelings all around. If any of these makes you uncomfortable or brings up any old memories that you don’t wish to think about *****please be aware that they are in here!

((*Still sobbing*))


“Loving and Loathing”

You shouldn’t have let him go. You knew that something was going to happen, it was just a gut feeling. Yet, you let him walk out the door with a Tony to go get drinks.

You had always tried not to be a controlling girlfriend who was always breathing down his neck, but you still didn’t like the idea of him going to the bar.

When Tony had come (more like stumbled) back to the tower, you immediately saw that Pietro wasn’t with him. You tried your best to question Tony, but the only thing that you got from him was that Pietro had caught a cab back to his apartment about an hour before Tony left the bar.

The two of you had piled all of the paychecks that SHIELD had given you to get the cutest apartment just down the road from the tower, you guys were going to move in to it next month.

It was about four in the morning, yet you still grabbed your coat and shoes and walked down the road to where your soon-to-be apartment was going to be. You clutched the spare key in your hand and hopped that Pietro was okay. On your way their, you stopped at a 24 hour drug store to pick up some pain killers for when Pietro’s hangover showed its head the next morning.

You reached your apartment door and went to unlock it, only to find that it was partly open already.

You heard him snoring from your bedroom and you grinned, he was so cute when he slept.

You slowly pushed the bedroom door open, and you were completely unprepared for what you saw.

Pietro was in the bed naked, and he was with another women. She was curled up to him, but his back was too her.


Please, no.

God, please, no.

No matter how many times you blinked or wiped your eyes, the women wouldn’t go away.

He slept with another women in our apartment, the one we had saved up for together.

Tears streamed down your face as you ran out of the apartment and into the streets. You vomited just as you came out of the apartment building, yet the overwhelming feeling of betrayal still sat solid in the pit of your stomach.

Wanda… You moaned her name in your mind, knowing that if your thoughts were loud enough they would reach her.

WANDA! You cried desperately in your head, you needed someone to hold you and help you. You needed someone by your side.

Y/N? Her reply was sluggish and sounded muddled with sleep, which means that you had woken her up. Is something wrong?

You fell to the ground and pulled your knees up to your chin, ignoring all the sounds of the surrounding city. Wanda I need someone…please, I am so alone…

I am on my way. She said, sounding much more awake than she had been.

It took her about five minutes to rush to where you were, she just followed the trail of powerful emotions that lingered in the streets.

By the time her gentel arms wrapped around your shaking frame you were sobbing.

“Y/N, what is wrong?” She asked in a hush tone, trying to calm you down.

You just shook your head, unable to get the words out.

You trailed her fingers over your forehead. “May I?”

You nodded, already starting to calm down with having someone else’s presence with you.

A thin trail of red energy left her fingers and slipped through your forehead, and you could see her red eyes searching through your memories to see what has gotten you so upset.

The energy flow ended and she looked at you with a sad expression, though you could see the anger flickering in her eyes.

“I don’t know what to say.” She said quietly, trying to keep her own emotions at bay.

“Please, just take me home.” You moaned as you dug your face into her shoulder, crying out more tears than you thought you had.

“Of course.” She said softly.


You woke up in Wanda’s bed. You looked over at her and saw her still sound asleep on the floor. For a small moment, everything that happened the night before was a blur.

But then, the events began to trickle back into your brain. Pietro getting drunk, sleeping with another women, and Wanda allowing you to sleep in her room while you wept.

You softly left her room and made your way to yours, changing your clothes into sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You didn’t feel like dressing in jeans or training clothes today.

You walked into the kitchen and silently poured yourself some hot water in a mug to get tea, not looking at anyone or anything else other than your drink.

“Did you find Pietro all right?” Tony said with a pained voice, obviously experiencing some sort of hangover.

Your lips began to shake, so you bit down hard on it, causing it to bleed. Your jaw tensed and your eyes stung with more tears.

You went to turn and leave, but the mug slipped from your shaking fingers and crashed onto the floor. Millions of small fragments spread over the floor.

Steve, who had been sitting next to Tony, jumped up and grabbed your shoulders to stop you from stepping onto the shards in your bare feet.

By then, tears were streaming down your face, but silently. Your throat hurt too much to full out sob.

“Y/N?” Steve asked with a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

You just stood there in silence, soaking in all of the stares and questioning looks that your teammates were giving you. You felt so isolated, so alone. Even the person you loved the most was in the warm embrace of another women.

“Y/N!” You heard Wanda say as she rushed across the kitchen to you. “What are you doing up? I thought you would want to…sleep it off.” She trailed off, trying to choose her words carefully.

“What happened to her?” Bruce asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to see if you were ill.

With Steve, Bruce, and Wanda all standing around you and looking at you like you were a wounded animal, your sanity began to crack.

Wanda could feel your panic pressing in, so she quickly took a step back and sternly said, “Everyone give her space, you are crowding her.”

They all stepped back, and suddenly you felt as though you could breathe again.

You leaned against the counter and tried to keep your tears from leaving your eyes.

Just as you were beginning to calm down, just as you were beginning to feel less numb, a blue and silver flash zoomed in front of you.

Pietro looked like he had just come from a war zone; his hair was a mess, his eyes were red, and his entire expression was just pathetic.

He stood a goof few feet in front of you, not wanting to get to close after what he did the night before. You could see the guilt in his eyes.

He stepped forward when he saw that you looked ill, but you just held up a shaky hand at him and looked away. “Don’t you dare come near me.”

“But baby, why?” Pietro asked, you could hear him trying to mask his emotions.

“You know damn well why.” You said quietly.

“Oh.” He said, backing up once more. “So you know then.”

Silence fell over the room, and you could see that the others (aside from Wanda) were trying to figure out what was going on. You let go of your tears, allowing them to fall freely down your face.

“How?” He asked, his voice sounded broken and out of sorts.

Anger shook your body, and before you knew it you were screaming. “How? I was worried about you so I went to see if you were okay, and I saw you sleeping in bed with another women!

The entire room fell into shock, and you could see the guilt fade into Tony’s sluggish features as he realized that he was with Pietro when it all went down and he never stopped him.

Pietro had tears of his own coming down his face. “It was an accident–”

“You don’t ‘accidently’ have sex with a women in the bed that you were supposed to share with your girlfriend!” You shouted, and suddenly your body was shaken with sobs.

Wanda came up and wrapped her arms around you, holding you to her.

You looked at him once more before leaving the room with his twin, “The only thing that you did accidently was break my heart.”

((I am sorry this was so sad loves :( but I think that I did pretty well for writing my first sad fic. I kind of wondered out of my comfort zone for this, so I would really like to hear what you guys thought!))