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Light (Jughead x Reader Imagine)

Request by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Jughead had been typing away on his laptop for hours now. What had started as a quiet night in watching Netflix and eating popcorn had turned into you watching Netflix and eating popcorn alone whilst Jughead’s long fingers tapped away at the keys because, as he so eloquently put it, ‘when inspiration hits, you feed it’.

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How on earth did this happen?! (I honestly do nothing worthwhile on this blog~!) Another promo post in such a short period of time, how it flies! Goodness, this post will be very long, so I will be adding a small tag underneath for all those who I’ve tagged! When I do consider it, 150 wonderful people is such a huge group following this small blog, it still amazes me how much encouragement I receive daily for my portrayal of Kaede, despite how little of the game I am knowledgeable about! Each and every single one of you have contributed so much to my experience here, making my experience in the Danganronpa RP fandom absolutely memorable, therefore, without further ado, here is the list of those who deserve such a big mention for making this milestone happen! 

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A/N I am so, so sorry that I haven’t posted in such a long time. Hopefully, this will make up for it. I tried out a new writing style, not sure how I feel about it just yet, but feel free to let me know how you do! I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Reader is Bobby’s daughter, and gets captured by a group of demons and is tortured for information on the brothers, which doesn’t sit well with them. Especially Dean.

Warnings: Torture-ish, I didn’t get extremely vivid but it’s there 

Dean Winchester

If there was one thing you should never, ever do, it’d be to mess with the Winchesters or anyone they love.

Because one way or another, they’d come for you. But, if there was one person more protective than Sam or Dean, it’d be Bobby Singer’s daughter. She’d taken over the ‘mother’ role, in a sense, over the boys as they’d all grown up. Any time they boys were at their home, she’d made sure they were okay and fed, along with Bobby. She was their shoulder to cry on, one of the only people they felt comfortable crying too.

And along the way, she’d grown feelings for Dean.

So, when they’d taken her captive after she’d gone to the store for a supply run and demanded to know where they were, she endured the torture. She’d been there for god knows how long. Chained up, bloodied and beaten, dehydrated, half naked in only her bra and underwear, and starving, but she wouldn’t give the brothers up.

She knew they’d come for her. And if they weren’t in time she’d know she died protecting them, and she was okay with that.

“You know, if you just tell me where they are I can let you go.” The demon in charge of the whole ordeal spoke, arms crossed as he set his knife down. With the little energy she had left, she chuckled,“No, you won’t. You’d kill me right after I told you. O-or use me as leverage to get them.”

“Is that so?” He smirked. With a small nod,“So, you may as well just kill me now, because I’m not going to tell you where they are.” He walked closer to her, their faces only inches apart,“Yes, you will. Eventually.” Y/N glared, spitting on him, which she really shouldn’t have as he immediately back up and punched her in the face. She let out a groan as her head snapped to the side, blood pouring out of her mouth.

It was just another bruise to add to the others. She had cuts, burns, and bruises all over her body. He got to work once again, torturing her in ways she’d never seen or heard of. Her screams filled the abandoned warehouse as he sliced her skin with a sharp blade.

And all of a sudden, the door to the warehouse slammed open, and in came her saviors.

“Get away from her, you son of a bitch!”

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Imagine browsing through your keepsake box with Chris.

A/N: Part 2 of Memory Lane, yay! It’s a little longer than usual so get comfy. Here are the links to the previous parts: (‘Memory Lane - Part 1’, ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’)

You sat on the bed, browsing through your keepsake box filled with your life’s memorabilia. You couldn’t really call it your life’s memorabilia as it mostly consisted of mementos from your relationship with Chris; from the moment the two of you met until- well, now. There were other- some important, mostly trivial- bits and bobs: baby photos, old birthday and holiday cards, concert tickets, out dated passports filled with travel stamps, the key to your first apartment, etcetera; basically anything that reminded you of the best times of your life went into that box.

You enjoyed collecting things; you’d been collecting little mementos since you were a little kid. You’d been called a hoarder numerous times by several members of your family and friends, but you didn’t care. It was nice to be able to look back at different times of your life and reminisce; it also helped you feel less alone when Chris was away, and vice versa. It had also become tradition for the two of you to bring something back for each other, to add to the box after being away for work. Your last trip to London had you bring back a sweet postcard and a miniature black cab, whereas Chris added to the collection his air ticket- the one that brought him home to you a week early- and a miniature Captain America shield; a token from the cast and crew congratulating the two of you on your son.

“I’m curious.” You looked up as Chris exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a towel. “Why didn’t you just call a plumber about the sink?” He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “So you’ve just been living with a leaky sink for five months? That’s very unlike you, Miss Perfectionist.” He teased and you chuckled.

“It only broke the other night,” you defended your perfectionist trait. “I was going to call a plumber, but then Captain America popped up on my doorstep.” You smiled when he chuckled, draping the hand towel on the back of a chair. “God,” you leaned into him and rested your head on his chest when he sat down and wrapped an arm around you. “I’ve missed you so much that I don’t even care that you’re all dirty from fixing the sink.”

“I’m not that dirty,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to your hair.

“Dirty enough,” you retorted playfully and he chuckled again. “Did the Russo brothers really let you go early, or did you lie and sneak off?” You looked up at him and asked. “I mean- Infinity War’s a huge movie, there is no way they could afford giving you pre-leave.”

“I may have told them you were going into labour early,” he said with a wince. You laughed because you knew he was joking. “No,” he chuckled. “They really let me go early. Remember when I FaceTimed you the other week? Seb came in because they were looking for me?” You nodded. “Well, they wanted to move my scenes forward so I could film them all and get home to you. Seb wasn’t lying when he said everyone was working double time,” he told you and you smiled. “The code word on set was Baby Cap. Whenever anyone got distracted, we used that to remind everyone that I had a pregnant wife waiting on me at home.”

“You work with some amazing people.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I think it helps that you know Kevin Feigi and are friends with most of the cast, I feel like they were doing it more for you than me.” He admitted and you chuckled. “You know, if think about it-” he chuckled, “Marvel’s played a huge part in making our relationship what it is. I mean- we wouldn’t have even met if it weren’t for Captain America.”

“Remember how we met?” You asked and he nodded, chuckling. You sat up straight, leaned forward and reached for the Starbucks paper coaster that you’d scribbled your award winning screenplay ideas almost seven years ago.

“I remember how grateful you were when I gave you your coaster back,” he chuckled, taking the coaster from you. “I can’t believe that I was the reason you got that Oscar. You really should be more careful with your ideas,” he bopped your head with the coaster and you giggled.

“Can you believe it’s only been seven years?” You asked as you took the coaster back from him, smiling at your mini mind map that probably made no sense to anyone else who looked at it. “It seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Really?” He rested his chin on your shoulder. “'Cause I can remember it like it was yesterday.”
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Chris smiled as he watched the pretty girl in the red knitted scarf from the counter; you were furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. The more he watched you, the more adorable he found you. You were clearly in the zone, working on something important, yet somehow you still had the time to pause to scrunch your face at the orange Gummi Bears and pick them out from the bag. He chuckled when he saw you pinch a red one from the bag, squishing it between your thumb and index while smiling to yourself.

“You’re definitely going to win me an Oscar.” You whispered to your coaster then smiled, drawing a small doodle of yourself holding an Oscar at the bottom of the square. “So cute,” you giggled to yourself then stopped when your phone buzzed.

Chris raised an eyebrow when he saw your eyes widen. You scrambled to your feet and frantically gathered your things, pushing them off the table into your open bag. You were in such a rush that you didn’t notice your coaster had not made it into your bag, but onto the floor instead. As you rushed out of the door, Chris saw the scribbled coaster on the floor. He picked it up and rushed out to look for you but you were gone, he sighed and glanced down at the tightly filled square. He smiled when he saw what you were working on, it wasn’t because he understood what you were writing- it was because your notes were visually appealing; your handwriting was cute and neatly printed, and everything was color coded. The best part about that small card was your doodles, the girl with the Oscar catching his eye. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again or if he’d ever have the chance to return it to you, but he was definitely going to hold onto it just in case.
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You poked at your salad and sighed; your appetite completely gone after realizing you’d lost the coaster you’d scribbled your ideas on. You could probably remember some of what you wrote but it wasn’t going to be as good as it was the first time. You sighed again and heard Kevin chuckle; you looked up and winced when you realized you were being a total bummer.

“Sorry Kevin,” you chuckled softly. “I’m not being good company, am I?” He chuckled and shrugged, not wanting to agree with you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “I just-” you huffed. “There were some really good ideas on that coaster and-” You cut yourself off, groaning. “I should’ve just written it in my phone like I usually do but I just bought these really cool pens and- You know what,” you cut yourself off. “It’s fine, I’ll come up with something else.”

“I’m sure you will, and I’m certain it’ll be better.” Kevin tried to comfort you. “Your parents called me the other day,” he began and you rolled your eyes, biting back your knowing smile. “Hence why we’re having lunch,” he continued with a light chuckle. “They’re worried about you, Y/N.”

“Of course they did,” you chuckled. “Why else would a busy man like you schedule a lunch with me when you’ve got a Captain America movie to make?” You quizzed and he chuckled. “I’m perfectly fine, Kevin. I’ve just been too busy with work to call or fly home.”

“Or socialize in any way,” he added and you sighed because you’ve heard it all before. “Y/N, you’re a successful twenty-four year old screen wright in Hollywood. You are constantly being invited to red carpet events and after parties with actors and directors and producers who could be perfect for you. Just pull yourself away from your laptop, put on a dress and go meet a guy.”

“My parents seriously called you to tell me to get a boyfriend?”

“I was the only one in the neighborhood,” he shrugged then smiled when you chuckled. “I care about you, kid. I want to see you happy, and though I know your work makes you happy- you need more than work. You’re twenty-four but you won’t be forever, it’s time you start thinking about your future.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “personal life wise, not career wise.”

“Fine,” you chuckled. “If it’ll make all of you feel better, I’ll start looking for the love-” You were cut off when a oddly familiar male voice called out. You and Kevin looked up and you realized why you found the voice so familiar, it was Chris Evans; otherwise known as the actor who dawned the role of Captain America.

“It’s you,” Chris smiled at you- much to your confusion- as he strolled over with Robert Downey Jr.; he and Kevin looked about as confused as you because you’d never met Chris Evans before. “Who would’ve thought I’d run into you here.”

“You know him, Y/N?” Robert asked you with narrowed eyes.

“I know he’s Captain America but- I’ve never met him before,” you answered. “I’m sorry, have we met?” You asked Chris; he shook his head, chuckling. “But you know me?” You asked, the confusion increased in your voice.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “And I think this belongs to you.” He passed the coaster over to you and you face lit up, making Chris smile. “I didn’t fold it ‘cause you look like the kind of person who would find a crease annoying.” You looked up at him and chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to run into you so soon though.”

“And I didn’t think I was ever going to see my coaster again, let alone have Captain America bring it to me,” you told him with a light laugh. “I was a little lost without this, it’s kind of my next project. So thank you,” you nodded gratefully at him.

“Save the thank you for your Oscar speech,” Chris responded and you were slightly taken aback by his vote of confidence considering he didn’t know anything about you. “I don’t know what you’re writing but- I have a feeling it’s going to be a winner.”

“Just like this pairing,” Kevin mumbled under his breath, smiling at you and Chris; Robert had the same knowing smile on his face as he glanced between the two of you. The two of you would’ve noticed if you weren’t so busy smiling at each other. “Why don’t you two join us for lunch?”
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“Who would’ve thought that one lunch would change our whole lives?” You asked Chris as he rested his hand on the swell of your belly, smiling. “And add another life to this world.” You rested your hand on top of his, both your wedding rings glistening in the sunlight.

“Me,” he said softly. “I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were going to change my entire life,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I was going to hunt you down with that coaster, like Prince Charming hunted Cinderella down with the glass slipper. You were something special, Y/N. I didn’t have to know you to know that, I could feel it.”

“You know I’m meant to be the writer in the relationship, right?” You quipped and he laughed. “I love you,” you told him as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “More than I’ll ever love another being.”

“Remember that when our son comes along,” he whispered then kissed you.

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Hope you feel better sweetie.  Sorry I fell asleep this morning quickly.  Been tired myself.

Word Count: 1965


You found yourself staring down at the paper, your mind desperately trying to formulate your next words.  You had been asked about your report 3 days prior but you just couldn’t bring yourself to even write the damn thing.  The case had been a hard one for everyone, including yourself, but it wasn’t something that should be this hard to even write a report for.  You never had a problem before, so what gives?

“Hey pretty lady,” Morgan caught your attention, making you look up.  “You coming with us tonight?”

“Tonight?” you felt your brows furrow before realization dawned on you.  You had promised Garcia that you would go with everyone tonight for a drink.  It was rare for you to even go out at all but you made the promise irregardless, not wanting to upset her.

“Damn it,” you hissed, throwing your pen down on your desk.  You had promised Hotch to have the report in by tomorrow.  He had been particularly hard on you about it, wanting the report as soon as possible.  It was only when you failed to turn it in yesterday did he give you the deadline.  You didn’t like writing under pressure and usually it made it harder to write.  But he needed the report, so you didn’t want to fail him.

“Are you not coming?” Morgan asked, noticing your sudden tensed position.  You opened your mouth to reply, whether or not you denied or confirmed his statement still in the air, when another voice cut into the conversation.

“No.  Oh, no no no no, you are not skipping out on us,” Garcia walked by, placing files on your desk.  You gave her a pleading look in hopes she would understand.  Garcia was the one who wanted you to go and forced you to promise her that you would.  Unfortunately, she didn’t accept your pleading gaze.

“No.  You promised you would go.  You never leave your apartment.  You are coming tonight even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming in your underwear,” she smirked.  You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penelope,” you retorted.  She laughed before heading off back to her sanctuary, making it known loudly that you would be joining the team that night at the bar.  You sighed before looking at the paper again.

 Maybe a drink would help.

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TITLE: Hold a Lover Close

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x Reader/OC

REQUEST/PROMPT: “I almost lost you” + height difference

WORD COUNT: 1,533 (sorry it’s kind of short - or at least short for me)

GENRES/WARNINGS: Slight smut but not really, slight angst, cannon-level violence.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: This is about as close to smut as I will ever get. I have no idea where the gif is from (i found it on google images and it had no source when i went to the page). Title is from “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” by panic! at the disco. I tried making a post with a gif, I hope it looks okay. Enjoy!

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Shut up baby you’re perfect to me - (Damon Salvatore x reader)

As usual when you out of your shower, you headed yourself before thy mirror. To make you suffer, to remind you how fat you are, how you’re horrible. You didn’t have the perfect size of Elena, let alone the pretty little face of Caroline, no you didn’t have anything of that. You were a girl among many others, you had nothing exceptional.This is also for these reasons that Damon had never paid attention to you. You couldn’t blame him, between the beauty of Elena and … You. Many men would have made the same choice. You often trying to bring you to reason but you couldn’t deny your feelings that had appeared in the first second when you saw Damon. Unlike you, he was handsome, devilishly handsome you could even say. He had a thin face and eyes that you electrify in a look. You’re torturing the mind again and again, every day a little more. The pain became too much, you do not love you and no one ever would love you.Even less well on Damon. You’re cowering down in your room. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you were ashamed of you. Crack so easily was a proof of psychological weakness. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your door opened slowly. You raised your head to see the object of all your desires, all your sufferings, Damon Salvatore. You calmly wiped your cheeks with the back of your sleeve while the vampire approached you sadly. It was also the first time you saw Damon too embarrassed? He squatted to loan you, your heart was racing.

“What’s wrong (Y / N) ?”


“Fine so why are you crying? “

"I had a bad day, nothing more”

He wiped his thumb the last tears that were left on your cheeks. You blushed at his touch on your skin, you hoped wholeheartedly that he wouldn’t see it. You don’t particularly wanted to ridicule you. 

“You know (Y / N) I don’t like to see you cry, it spoils the beauty of your face”

“You can avoid making fun please you, I’ve had a bad day not need to add” You tell him curtly, the vampire didn’t seem to understand or you wanted to come in. He didn’t say anything bad, on the contrary he was only saying what he thought in his heart.

“I’m not making fun of you, I promise”

“Damon, I have trouble managing my feelings towards you then I beseech you don’t return the knife in the wound” You realized what had escaped you when you saw the expression on the face of Damon. You bitterly regret your words.

“Uh .. Da .. Damon it’s not what I meant” you were trying somehow to turn the situation

Salvatore took a lock of your hair and placed it behind your ear. He looked at you by sending you a genuine smile.

“Why you never told me anything about it?”

“I hope you kidding? Why I had spoken about my feelings for you, knowing they were not divided. I’m not pretty as Elena, more it is your great love, you would never be interested on me Damon. Never. I would have told you for that you push me away and suffer even more than I now suffer. No thank you ”

“So you’re adamant your feelings aren’ t shared?”

“Yes I’m sure”

“You are mistaken on the whole line (Y / N). I love you despite what you may think. ”

“But I’m not pretty”

“You’re perfect to me”

“I’m not convinced”

“I love everything about you babe, I love your smile, I love your eyes, I love your body and so on. Just let me love you. Let me love you everything you do not like about you. If you do not love your body, I would be to love your place. You’re the most beautiful Girl I’ve ever seen on this earth. So please believe you me ”

He gently laid his right hand on your cheek and he leaned forward. Your lips dangerously close, he waited a few minutes probably waiting for a sign of disagreement but you say nothing. You took advantage of the moment. He awkwardly put his lips against yours. At first the kiss was soft then it becomes passionate. Breathless, he broke the kiss. He gently took your hand and he took you in the mirror. Your breath began to accelerate. You didn’t want to do with your reflection again. When you finally arrive at your worst enemy he gently took off your clothes one by one, you let yourself be silently. You found yourself in lingerie in front of Damon, you blush at the idea. Then the vampire took your body in his muscular arms, you relaxed you immediately on contact.

“Look (Y / N), look like you’re beautiful. He doesn’t need you fear of your reflection because it’s not him your worst enemy. It’s you. ”

He returned you so that now you faced him. He plunged his eyes into yours.

“You are beautiful. You are perfect. Maybe you not be like Elena or Caroline but in your own way you’re beautiful and I love you as you are. Oh yes I love you more than anything. ”

Since then though you still had trouble to love your body, love what you were, you took confidence in you with Damon, the only one who could help you there because his word is the most important of all. 

This is a request, I hope you like it. I took a lot of fun doing it. Sorry for my english but I’m french so it’s more difficult for me :) 

Scott Mccall Imagine: you get attacked by The Mute

“Hey, Mrs. McCall.” You gave her a weak smile before entering the house. Scott’s mother smiled at you and closed the front door.

“[Y/N] just call me Melissa! And why aren’t you at the lacrosse game? You’re always at the lacrosse game with Kira and Malia.” Melissa looked at you confused; you gave her a weak smile before sitting down on the chair.

“I usually am. But… Scott and I got into an argument and I just can’t face him right now. He said something that he didn’t mean and… I don’t think I would be talking to him for a while.” You looked down at your lap and sighed.

Thinking about the argument between you and Scott was stupid. You got jealous of Scott hanging out with Kira and your jealousy got the best of you and made you do stupid stuff. Scott got so furious that he literally shifted and began growling at you while Kira try to calm him down.

“Why were you guys arguing?” Melissa asked softly, siting down next to you.

 She placed her hand on your back and gently rubbed your back; Melissa was always like a mother to you. She was always there no matter what; she even help you through many problems.

“I got jealous of Scott hanging out with Kira so much. Scott told me that she was giving him advice and I didn’t listen and I continued to yell at him. Then he shifted and growled at me. Sometimes my jealousy make me do stupid stuff; I wish I would take back what I said to him.” You whispered, tears began brimming your eyes while you continue to tell Melissa what went wrong between you and Scott.

“Shhh… Don’t worry. Scott just needs to cool off at this moment and I’m sure Kira means no harm. Kira is your best friend right? Kira is probably giving him an advice.” Melissa assured you, hugging you gently.Before both you and Melissa know it, the power went out. The whole entire house was pitch black; you couldn’t see anything nor does Melissa. All you could make out was the silhouettes.

“M-Melissa?” You stammered, standing up slightly. Melissa looked up at you confused before standing back up also.

“[Y/N]? What’s wrong?” Melissa asked, you were trembling in fear at the sight in front of you. You may not see who it is but you knew that both you and Melissa aren’t alone

“Melissa… Run.” You whispered, Melissa slowly turned around and her breathe got caught in her throat. That’s when the two of you ran in separate directions; which isn’t the best idea for either of you at this moment.

After a long time of running around the McCall resident and bumping into Melissa, you finally came across the Mute. You squeaked in fear, you felt your heart began to beat rapidly against your ribcage. The Mute held his tomahawk above his head and threw it at you.

You felt your chest began to sting, the tomahawk was literally lodged into your chest; you collapsed to your knees and looked at the Mute wearily. You began coughing up blood; the Mute held his index finger up to his nonexistent lips as if he’s telling you to be quiet.

Melissa quickly rushed to where you are and quickly dialed 911; you held the tomahawk, that’s still lodged into your chest, and try to pull the tomahawk out.

“No no no no no! You are not going to take the tomahawk out of your chest! You’re going to add more pressure into your wound.” Melissa scolded you. You laughed weakly, you began coughing up blood even more.

“[Y/N], do not close your eyes! Keep your eyes open.” Melissa ordered, her voice wavering a bit. You looked at Melissa and gave her a weak smile.

“Melissa, if I don’t make it… Tell Scott that I’m sorry for being a total bitch. And that I love him.” You whispered, cringing at the taste of blood in your mouth.
“[Y/N] [L/N], you are not going to die!” Melissa said in a stern tone, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m so sleepy.” You whispered, your eyelids felt heavy. Melissa began shaking you, trying to keep you awake.

“No! Don’t you dare close your eyes! No matter how sleepy you feel!” Melissa sniffed, wiping her tears away. The last thing you remember was Melissa demanding for you to keep your eyes open.

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“Scott! Scott! Your mom is here!” Stiles breathed heavily, Scott looked at his best friend confused before looking behind him. His mom was standing far away from the crowd, covered in dried blood.

Scott’s eyes widen and quickly ran towards his mom and pulled her away from the others. Once they’re far away from the crowds and the lacrosse team, Melissa began crying.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Scott asked frantically, wondering why his mom was crying all of a sudden. Well mostly wondering why she as covered in dried blood.

“It’s.. [Y/N]. She was attacked by the Mute and now she’s in the hospital.” Melissa cried, Scott felt his heart clenched slightly. The thought of you dying made him panic so much that he literally dragged his mom to the hospital just to see you.

“Wait but what about the game?” Melissa exclaimed, Scott shrugged the question off and continued to rush towards the hospital.

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Once both Melissa and Scott arrived to the hospital, many nurses and doctors were rushing around. Scott ran towards the receptionist and began asking many questions about you.

“Where’s [Y/N]!?! Is she okay? Is she alive? Please tell me she’s alive!” Scott pleaded, as his mother gently tugged him away from the frightened receptionist.

“Scott, we need to wait. She’s probably having surgery right now. Plus the tomahawk was lodged in her chest—” Melissa immediately cut off her sentence when she saw Scott’s facial expression.

“A tomahawk was LODGED in her chest!?!” Scott accidentally screamed, the room went silent. Everyone in the room stared at both Melissa and Scott. Melissa gave everyone a nervous smile and placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Scott, calm down. The Mute threw the tomahawk at [Y/N] with so much force that it literally got stuck in her chest.” Melissa sighed, Scott bit his bottom lip and looked around.

“Scott… [Y/N] wanted me to tell you that she’s sorry for being mean and that she loves you. She started crying when she first arrived to our house.” Melissa whispered, hugging Scott.

Scott felt like he was going to shift at any moment but luckily Scott and Melissa got to go to the hospital room you’re in. You weren’t dead— but you were close to being dead! Luckily you didn’t.

“Scott? Melissa?” You whispered, still drowsy from the morphine that they gave you. You felt a faint pain from your chest but shook it right off.

“Thank goodness you’re okay!” Scott sighed in relief, he sat down next to you and held your hand gently and kissed your knuckles.

“I’ll leave you two for some alone time.” Melissa broke the silence and walked out the door, closing the door quietly behind her.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay!” Scott murmured, kissing the side of your head. Scott closed his eyes and continued to hug you.

“What about the lacrosse game?” You croaked, looking at Scott sleepily. Scott gave you his cute smile and peck your nose, you scrunched your nose and stared at Scott confused.

“Stiles texted me that we won the game. Kira, Malia, Lydia, Liam and Stiles are going to drive here to see you. And you’re forgiven. If you’re wondering, Kira was giving me an advise on what to do if you’re mad. That’s why I’ve been talking to her most of the time. Sounds pointless but—” you cut Scott off but pecking his lips. You smiled at him and hugged Scott gently.

“I’m just glad that you’re here with me right now.” You whispered into Scott’s ears, still holding onto him as if your life depended on it. Scott smiled at kissed your jawlines ad hugged you back happily. You were okay and Scott’s great with that. He didn’t need to lose another important person in his life.

AN: Thanks to the anon that requested this! I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, I got it from google. And please, as always, ignore my horrific spelling. Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hey I have a prompt that ever since becoming an avenger Pietro becomes quite cocky and kind of loses sight of why he joined in the first place and all the avengers (especially Wanda) are really sick if it and in whatever way you want to write it he gets humbled somehow. Idk you can play with it however you want if you’re up for it

Warning: Slight smut in the very beginning. Very little. (Btw sorry in advance for the crappy smut bit, I am absolutely awful at writing that stuff)


“We All Make Mistakes”


“Y/N!” Pietro grunted as he moved in and out of you. You threw your head back and twisted your eyes shut, waiting for his release.

Pietro let out an animalistic growl and thrust into you with a great amount of force, and finally, you could feel him come. He groaned loudly and his arms collapsed, his entire body smothered you as you both caught your breaths.

He rolled his sweat covered body off of yours. “You okay?”

“Fine.” You grunted, rolling onto your side so your back faced him.

You felt disgusted with yourself, and you hoped he did too. You had grown to slowly dislike Pietro, he was cocky and self-centered, even more so now that he was one of ‘earth’s mightiest heroes’. Pietro and you always fought and argued, but there was still an underlying attraction between the two of you. 

A little over and hour before you had been in a late night training with him, fighting him with all the force you could give. Pietro, being the cocky bastard he was, kissed you when he got close enough. He had taken you in his arms and ran you to his bedroom, and before you knew it both of your clothes had been shed. It wasn’t any one person’s vault, you had both been blinded by your sexual desires and strong attraction. Still, you felt used. You felt like your own desires had allowed for Pietro to wiggle in between your legs without much thinking. You didn’t want to be thought of as 'cheap’ or 'easy’.

This was a one time thing, so you hoped that Pietro enjoyed it while it lasted.


As you had expected, you and Pietro had gone back to bickering and arguing. Days had passed since you had slept with him, and you were doing everything you could to forget. You took up extra training sessions, went for runs–anything to help you distract yourself from what you and Pietro had done.

Pietro used to be a nice guy, in fact, you used to have a crush on him. But, the man that he has been lately was less then pleasant. He was rude and seemed to think of himself as the king of the world. Most of the Avengers just ignored it or sometimes cast an annoyed glance at him, whereas Wanda and yourself seemed to hate it the most. Wanda would tell him all the time that he needed to watch what he said or be more considerate, yet he never listened to her. He never listened to anyone anymore, he just did as he pleased.

Just like, as it seemed, he was doing today.

“What do you mean you don’t want to train?” Natasha said, her hands rested on her hips and his eyes narrowed at the white-haired speedster. Nat didn’t normally intervene with Pietro’s antics, but when it involved training and helping improve the team, she had fight back on it.

You walked into the kitchen (where the entire team had congregated) and wiped the sweat from your morning run. Tony, Bruce, and Thor were talking about something, and Steve, Clint, Natasha, and Wanda were huddled around Pietro.

“Kid, you’ve gotta train. You wont get any better at fighting otherwise.” Clint said, trying to support his best friend while also trying notto anger the loose cannon that was Pietro. 

“I don’t see the point. We already have two training sessions a day, why do we have to add another one?” Pietro sneered.

A small, almost unnoticeable blush tinted your cheeks when you thought about your last training session with Pietro.

“Because, son, you’re not as strong as you would like to think you are.” Steve said with a frown. Steve never liked it when people complained or skipped out on training, he thought that any amount of training could help save more lives when in battle.

Pietro was up in a flash, his nose nearly touching Steve’s. You were surprised how closely Pietro’s frame was to Steve’s, yet, Pietro still was smaller.

You walked over to Pietro and grabbed his arm roughly. At this point Tony and the rest of the team was watching you both intently, ready to intervene if things got ugly. It was no secret amongst them that you two had some intense feelings of dislike for each other seeing as you two were always fighting.

“Pietro, I think you need to step back and cool down.” You said calmly, yet still dead serious.

“Screw you!” You shouted as he ripped his arm out of your hand. “You guys don’t own me, you can’t make me do anything!”

You narrowed your eyes and clenched your fists. “You are tasked with protecting citizens! The Avengers is about helping those in need, or have you forgotten that?”

“I know what I’’m supposed to be doing!” He directed a finger at you. “Don’t act like you are above me, don’t talk down to me! Wanda may let you people do that to her, but I wont!”

Wanda’s red eyes were cast down to the floor, partly from shame and partly from embarrassment of her twin.

You’re knuckles began to turn white, “God, when did you get so self-centered? When did you stop listening to others and decided that you were better than everyone else? You are such a stupid, inconsiderate ass! I hate you and what you’ve become!”

You turned and began to stomp away, but you heard him call to you, “You were singing a very different tune the other night when you had sex with me!”

You froze mid-step, you back him. You could see Bruce, Thor, and Tony all looking at you with unbelieving eyes, and you could only assume that the rest of them mirrored that expression. Tears stung your eyes, your heart felt like it was about to claw it’s way out of your chest.

Mortified, furious, and full of shame, you said. “Yes, well, we all make mistakes.”


“Yes, well, we all make mistakes.” She said just loud enough for him to hear, then left and presumably went to her own room.

Pietro stood there for a second with his fists clenched looking in the direction that Y/N had left from.

“Yes, well, we all make mistakes.”

Her words seemed to burn into his brain, draining any anger he had with complete regret.

He swallowed, then looked around. They were all looking at where Y/N was moments before with wide eyes. He had to get out of there before they asked him questions, and before his pride was wounded any more.

He zoomed around Steve and booked it to his room to sulk, and on his way there, he could have sworn that he heard sobs coming from Y/N’s room.


Gunshots and the sounds of bombs exploding vibrated through the rubble of abandoned factory. HYDRA agents were everywhere, doing everything they could do to try to keep the team out of their base.

Tony had found the location of a HYDRA base hidden under the remains of an old candy factory, and the entire team was on warrior mode trying to get in and destroy whatever horrid experiments they were cooking up.

Pietro was partnered with Thor for this mission, which he was thankful for. Thor didn’t ask many questions. He still hadn’t spoken to Y/N since he slipped out that they had slept together, she wont even look in his direction.

“Help!” A frantic voice buzzed through Pietro’s earpiece.

“Y/N?” He heard Steve ask, a little out of breath.

“Natasha’s out cold, I can’t take them all out on my own. There’s way too many!” Y/N cried, and Pietro could hear gunshots and yelling in the background.

“Pietro, you hear that?” Steve shouted into the headset. “You’re the fastest, can you go get her and Nat?”

Pietro looked at Thor questioningly (knowing that Thor was hearing what he was through his own headset). Thor bashed his hammer against five HYDRA agents and nodded at him.

Pietro took off for the other side of the factory.

Pietro!” Y/N yelled desperately, making Pietro run even faster. His legs couldn’t carry him any faster.

“I’m coming, hold on!”

He heard a loud shot come from the other end of the communicator followed by a scream that made his blood curdle.

When he made it to Y/N, she had HYRDA agents circling her like dogs. Pietro ran took care of them as quickly and efficiently as he could, then ran by Y/N’s side. She way laying on top of Nat’s unconscious body.

She had been shot in the stomach.

“I…I saw them point a gun to Nat…I threw myself over her…”

Her eyes were fluttering, her breaths were slowing.

“No, no, no, no! Baby, keep your eyes open! Please!” Pietro lifted up her shirt and began to apply a generous amount of pressure to the wound.

“Y/N’s been shot, we need medical help here! NOW!

“We are on our way, we’ve finished the rest of the HYDRA soldiers.” Tony said in a surprisingly calm tone. How could they be so calm? Don’t they know that her life is on the line?

“I guess those extra training sessions would have been helpful, huh?” Y/N said in a slowly fading voice. “Next time we train, we’ve got to work on your speed.”

“Yeah,” Pietro said as he gathered her in his arms. He tried to fight off the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. “next time.”

Y/N reached her hand out and captured a lock of his white hair in between her shaking fingers. “Pietro…”

He shook his head, already knowing what Y/N was going to say. “You aren’t going to die, so don’t you even dare say anything like that. You hear me?”

A small smile graced her dry lips. “Loud and clear.”

She sounded lifeless, like her soul was being drained from her. Big, fat tears fell down his face and along his chin.

The next thing he knew, Tony was next to him.

“Get Nat and run her to safety, I’m going to fly Y/N up to the helicarrier to get medical attention.” Tony instructed Pietro as he took Y/N in his own arms.

Pietro watched him jet off into the sky with Y/N, and in that moment, he knew that his life would  over if she didn’t pull through.


Pietro sat in outside the surgery room on the helicarrier for hours, tapping his worn sneakers against the floor and staring at the ceiling.

Hours passed before Doctor Cho came out of the room. Pietro instantly shot up from the floor, scaring the poor doctor.

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “You scared me!”

“I’m very sorry.” Pietro replied, trying not to be rude. “How is Y/N? Is she going to be okay?”

Doctor Cho nodded with a smile on her face. “Yes, she’ll be just fine. But no visitors yet, we are still trying to rebuild some of her tissue.”

Pietro grinned and kissed both of Doctor Cho’s cheeks in pure joy. “I will come by and see her later then, I have some apologizing to do first.”

Mike’s Call-outs and Backstories in the Worst Intervention EverTM

I enjoyed the Worst Intervention EverTM - I liked the glimpse into the vaults of caution and resentment civilised Mike gathers, assesses, and locks away that junkie-comedown-Mike is all too willing to toss out of the pram. His “you don’t get to talk to me” at Paige, especially after the incredulous-eyebrows at “and that we love you,” was a particularly satisfying testament to what Aaron said about Mike “putting aside some of the things he may actually feel about it” in early episodes in order to halt her self-destruction. I also liked the revelation of his darker feelings about Briggs, both the cover-ups and the saviour complex, especially in the light of how he does still seek his approval and feel guilt over his role in the FBI’s discovery of these secrets. His pause at the warning look Charlie gives him during the murder-rant, before the unusual invocation of the baby, could suggest that his original impulse was to bring up Juan Badillo. I like that while, presumably checked by Charlie, he doesn’t go there, he does skate on the cusp of exposing Paige’s betrayal - and it’s Briggs, who’d once intended to do that, who stops him. Well, he did promise.

But the outburst that really intrigued me was his seemingly left-field call-out of Jake’s previous alcoholism and family problems. Right before this episode, I’d actually been writing a bit of meta on how I wish Graceland would draw on their presumably-canonical (details have generally corroborated so far, hence) backstories to lend a subtle context to the characters’ sometimes baffling inclinations, and 3.07 delivers both directly with Charlie’s anecdote, and a frustratingly tantalising ‘could it be - please be’ with Mike’s attack on Jakes.

Discussion of Mike’s DJ call-out, his bond with Charlie, and his saviour complex complex vis-à-vis Briggs and Paige in view of his backstory under the cut:

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Imagine Jared cheating on you (Part 2)

(Continuation of THIS imagine)

I stand in front of the door still deciding if this is the correct thing to do. I can see Jared through the window, looking at his phone every five seconds. He’s got a cup of tea in front of him and piece of cake in front of the seat that I’m supposed to occupy in a few seconds. We haven’t seen each other in six months, and our last encounter didn’t end up in a good way.

I still have the chance to turn around and get on with my life, as I’ve done for the last couple of months. But I finally decide to enter the shop. Jared doesn’t see me at first, and only notices my presence, when I sit in front of him.

“Strawberries” I mumble, biting my lip.

“Your favorite” He says, shock clear on his face, “I didn’t thought…”

“You owe me this, of course I was coming”

I start eating my cake, waiting for him to start whatever he has to tell me, but he just stays silent. I look at him from time to time, playing with the cup of tea on his hands, deciding how to start. I grant him those minutes, I know he’s got six months to invent new excuses to why he cheated on me, but I’ve also had those six months to think.

“You look good, your hair looks nice, I like it short”

“I needed a change” I take my eyes from the cake to look at him, “Something new to look at every morning in front of the mirror”

“For some reason, I can’t manage to cut my hair”

“It looks good” I mutter, avoiding his eyes again.

I take another bite of my cake, feeling the awkward silence between us. My phone starts ringing and I can notice his eyes immediately alert by curiosity. I know who’s calling me and I also know who he thinks is calling me. Knowing Jared, he’s probably thinking that another guy took over what he lost. And he’s wrong. I reject the call and leave the phone aside.

“A friend?”

“Yeah, a friend” I answer, taking another bite, trying not to laugh.

“A nice friend?”

“I only have nice friends, you know that” He nods, sipping his cup, clearly wanting to know more, but his pride was too huge to just ask me directly, “You want to know”

“What? No, you have the right to keep your secrets”

“It’s just Emma” I laugh, his eyes lay on me with confusion, “I’m not seen anyone if that’s what you want to know”

“First of all, why didn’t Emma told me that you two were still contact? Second, I may have wanted to know, but you seriously didn’t have to tell me. And lastly, me neither”

“Emma and I have been friends for a long time, it was obvious that we would still be in touch. I’m really sorry to say this, but I find it hard to believe that you’re single”

“You’re not the only one” He giggles.

Whenever I was with Jared, it felt like the whole world was in pause and we were the only ones moving around it. Now, it was nothing like that. The seconds felt like minutes, and the minutes like hours. When I look at him, I can’t see the man that made me so happy a few months back, I was only able to see the man that destroyed my life. But I got back on my feet, and I was ok… Well, until I received his called asking me out. “I really need to tell you something” He said, and I accepted.

“Emma said you all have been really busy with the new album” I comment, just to break the silence.

“Yeah, a bit, we’re really tired after tour and heading back to the study almost immediately wasn’t the best decision, so we’re taking our time” Jared sighs before changing the subject, “What about you? Busy with work?”

“Kinda, I got a promotion. More money, less work”

“That’s nice!”

“It’s good for my wallet, the new apartment is bit expensive”

The comment changes Jared’s face in a second. We used to live together, but after the incident in the hotel, I came back to LA, took all my things from Jared’s house and left for good.

“Where are you living now?” He asks me, avoiding my eyes while playing with his spoon, “Hollywood?”

“No, outside Beverly, it’s close to work”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that things have turned out great for you” He mutters, with a sincere smile. I smile too, when his hand grabs mine to give it a little squeeze, “It makes me extremely happy to know that…”

“I’m happy?” He nods, and I end up laughing, “What other choice did I have? Cry the rest of my life for what you did? I knew you will recover our break up in no time, I was the one who had to fight to get over what happened”

“You think it was easy for me?”

“Yeah, I do” I mumble, crossing my arms over my chest, “And if you called to tell me how sad you’ve been the last six months, I really don’t have time Jared”

“I did not called you for that, I know what I’ve suffered, I don’t have to prove a thing” He mutters, and I giggle at him, “Don’t laugh!”

“And what do you want me to do?” I ask, leaning on the table, “We haven’t seen each other in months, then you called me to say something and now we are fighting”

“I wanted to check on you, I wanted to make sure that you were alright” He leans over the table too, but only to reach my hands, “I… just wanted to know that I hadn’t fucked up your life”

“I’m ok, Jared, you don’t have to worry about me” The look on his face changes from worried to relaxed, “It was hard, I’m not gonna deny it, but I’m ok now. It wasn’t easy to forget you, but I think I can manage to look at you in the eyes without wanting to break your nose”

“You really don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that, my nose is a really precious thing to me, I already broke it once, remember?”

“Of course I do, we all freaked out!”

“Do you think we will be able to be friends?”

“After all that happened?” I think about it for a seconds, but I end up shrugging, I’m not able to think about something concrete in relation to him, “Maybe, I don’t know. Only time will tell”

“I would really like it for us to be friends. You were my best friend after all”

“And you were mine” I add, with a smirk on my face, “I think we might make it, but let’s take it easy”

“I always take everything the easy way” He shrugs.

“Oh, we already know that” I mumble, provoking a red tone to appear on his cheeks, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”

“If we are gonna be friends again, I’ll have to get used to this” Jared sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, “Oh, and you’re getting white hair on your fringe”

“Oh, fuck you! That’s your fault, I’m under a lot of stress now”

“Yeah, me too, and I’m looking as radiant as ever, look at me” He says, while running his hand over his hair, I decide to throw him a napkin the same moment my phone starts ringing again.

“It’s my boss, I have to take it” I take my phone and bag as I stand from my seat.

“Can we do this again?” He asks me, standing too.

I nod, knowing where I’m getting myself into. He was the love of my life, and he broke my heart in the worst way possible. But here he was, asking for a chance to be my friend, nothing more than that, and who I was to deny him that?

I receive a quick hug before I exit the shop, with the promise of a new encounter fresh on my head.

•IMAGINE: Sam and Dean show up at your door, claiming to be the contractors that arrive late to look at the space you’re wanting to remodel in your newly bought house - the basement. But are they who they say they are? And why does the one in the leather jacket keep staring at you?• ~Dean x reader~

Read part 1 , part 2 , part 4 , part 5

                                    “The Man with No Eyes” pt. 3

When the familiar knock sounded at the front door, you jumped a mile into the air.  You surveyed your appearance in your full-body mirror one last time. Your clothes were passable (you gave extra attention to your shirt choice, making sure that it hugged your curves and was a notable 80s Rock band).  Your makeup was as good as it was going to get, and with relief you realized that you could blame the redness on lack of sleep and allergies.  You shining hair was in light waves and caught the light as it cascaded down your shoulders, and you had to admit, it looked pretty damn good.  You had been drenched in sweat and dust yesterday, the boys would hardly recognize you now.

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For @thekingandthelionheart and @stevetopsbuckysbottom (because I promised), and @yensasha, who seemed interested.

- The list is divided into Canon and AU. All the fics are Stucky unless otherwise stated.
- ✩ for my personal favorites.
- New additions and updates will be marked with ϟ.

- Heed the tags and warnings before reading the fics because I’m infamously un-squickable and always a slut for angst.

Updated: 17.06.2016

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Hey guys ! I know it’s been a long time and I couldn’t wait to write something again, also I’m sorry for my absence, my studies are quite difficult and I needed time to adjust. I randomly chose a request so here it is …
So this is a mix of several requests I had in my box. I hope you’ll like it.

SONG : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OOSfkcFI3Y


Pietro was always flirting with you and you couldn’t say if he just wanted to fool you or if it was serious. After all, the team used to bet on everything. It wouldn’t be surprising to bet that you had a crush on the speedster.
You proudly sent him packing a few times but it seemed to encourage him to go further. While you were working in the lab, he used to rush into the room and try to steal kisses to you. In spite of his speed, you could feel his lips pressing against the edges of your mouth and your heartbeats were totally out of control.
“Damn Pietro stop it ! Some people go to jail for less than that !”
He stopped near the desk with a smirk and gave you a quick glance, enough to make you blush.
“But you like it.”
He raised an eyebrow as he contemplated the results of your experiences.
“Let my stuffs okay ?”
You gave him a sarcastic smile and grabbed the papers in his hands, but he didn’t see it coming and it teared off the precious report you had spent weeks to write.
For a moment, you stared at your hands, then at his and you raised your head.
“(Y/N) I’m sorry …” He mumbled.
For the first time in your life, you could see he was really confused but you were way too angry to let this go.
“Pietro.” You said calmly, which scared him more than your usual high upset voice, “I want you to leave and to never come back. If you think I like you, then let me tell you you’re absolutely wrong. Now make sure you don’t meet me in the next 24 hours or I swear I’ll ask Barton to kill you.”
Your words went further than your thoughts but you couldn’t handle it. Indeed, your feelings were strong, but he was kidding you, that was for sure and you couldn’t be humiliated this way.

A gush of wind whipped your face and he was gone for good.

After a few days trying to repair Pietro’s mistake, you noticed his absence and decided to apologize for what you had said. Barton came in at that moment.
“Oh Clint ! Do you know where Pietro is ?”
The archer let out a loud laughter and he frowned.
“Still wanna kill him ?”
Your mouth opened in surprise and you screwed up your eyes.
“No … It’s just … I over reacted last time. I wanted to talk to him.”
Clint nodded and he remained silent.
“Was he … Was he kidding me ? Was it a joke or something about me ?”
Clint raised his head to look up at you.
“A joke ?”
You shrugged.
“(Y/N), Pietro has a crush on you since he’s here.”
You instinctively let out a laughter and shook your head, but Clint didn’t laugh at all. He seemed absolutely serious. You felt your heart skipping several beats before you talked again.
“Oh … Oh. I guess I messed up …” You muttered.
Your friend made a face and he sighed.
“He was downstairs, but I can’t guarentee he’ll still be there” He finally said and his voice started grumbling, “this little bastard is too fast.”
You weren’t listening anymore. Within seconds, you ran to the stairs, heart beating fast. He had to know.
You looked around you, not seeing anyone around, you started to walk quickly through the corridor and finally heard his voice. You were about to push the door when the words came to your ear.
“Yeah but I have a date tonight.” Pietro said.
“Oh, with (Y/N) ?” Natasha asked as she grabbed a gun.
“No with another girl.”
Suddenly, you fell back into reality. You were just as naive as this girl. Thus, you decided you wouldn’t go back to the lab, this was too humiliating. As you walked, you hadn’t even noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks.
You wandered around the city until you finally came back home. Your heart was as teared off as the report you had written later. This thought almost made you laugh as you sprawled on your bed. A knock at your door woke you up from your slumber and you lazily stood up to open it. When you recognized the silver hair and the blue eyes gazing at you, you almost fainted.
“Oh. Hello.”
You tried to appear indifferent and crossed your arms nervously. Pietro frowned as he certainly noticed your attitude and he leaned against the wall.
“You okay ?”
You frowned and almost cut him off.
“Where’s your date ?”
As your eyes were trying to escape his icy gaze, he remained totally calm.
“I didn’t meet her.”
You nodded again, not knowing what to add. Actually, you wanted him to feel as bad as you felt. His voice finally broke the silence.
“May I come in ?”
“No. Of course you can’t.” You sighed in exasperation and started to close the door.
Pietro rolled his eyes and he straightened, blocking the door to keep it open.
“I don’t understand you (Y/N) ! I tried to flirt with you for months and you sent me packing countless times, then what’s this ? Do you enjoy hurting me, do you hate me this much ?”
“No ! I mean, a little bit …” You stuttered clumsily, “It’s just … That … You should leave now.”
He let out a big sigh and you saw a smile crossing his lips progressively, which surprised you.
“I don’t see what’s funny, I’m asking you to leave.” You repeated.
You felt thousands of butterflies flying in your stomach as he was staring at you, but you had to resist.
“You’re blushing.”
You felt your cheeks burning and cleared your throat.
“It’s because I’m angry.”
“Oh yeah, you look so angry …” He purred teasingly.
“I thought I had told you to stop, I was serious.”
He took a step ahead, enough to bring his face closer to yours, enough for you to feel his breath caressing your lips and make you forget your name. Your voice turned into a whisper when you felt the tip of his nose brushing against yours.
“Pietro, leave …”
He looked up at you and his lips barely touched yours.
“Is this what you want ?” He asked near your mouth, causing you to shiver.
Of course you didn’t want him to go, but you stubbornly tried to nod. His fingers slowly ran to your neck, then to your cheek and you felt his other hand gliding on your hip. You couldn’t say anything.
“I don’t wanna go …” He sighed between your lips, slowly shaking his head.
Your heart melted at once and you grabbed his shirt, suddenly pulling it towards you.
“Then stay.”
You couldn’t add anything else, his lips were already kissing yours passionately, making you feel so important, as if you were his oxygen and he needed you to breathe. He pushed you inside, still kissing you feverishly and you let out a groan against his lips.
“I need to know …” You managed between two kisses, “If this is serious.”
You saw a frown developping on his forehead as he caught his breath.
“Of course it is, I’m crazy about you (Y/N).”
That was all you needed to hear before he kissed you again.

❀I’ve spent a good portion of this year not studying, but reading fic. So, I thought I’d compile a list of my favorites from the year. Under the cut, you’ll find 60 fics that I really enjoyed reading this year.❀

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