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Imagine breaking Clint from Loki’s mind control

Clint Barton x Reader

Originally posted by daily-barton

“Why am I back?”

You poured Clint a cup of cold water and handed it to him.

“True love’s kiss and bam good old Clint was back.”

The archer grunted and downed the cool drink. “You’re kidding.”

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Laughs were genuine with Loki; you never had to fake one around him. He was a funny and caring guy and driven by his passion to achieve greatness - the women of Asgard fainted at the mere sight of him and Thor.

He’d just cracked another joke which made you laugh lightly. You looked him in the eye and noted how he looked very happy.

“You look rather merry today,” you complimented flashing one of your adorable smiles at him.

“Do you ever feel random surges of confidence?” He asked and you sighed and nodded your head. It’d always lead to you making a fool out of yourself.

He began to lean forward and your pulse raced. A small lock of hair tumbled and rested in front of your rosy cheek which was burning  up, but with one swift slide of his thumb, it was brushed out of the way. His lips touched your cheek and you froze. When he pulled away you stood speechless.

He looked like he regretted his choices, “I am so sorry,” he mumbled before scurrying away. You ran your finger over where he had kissed your cheek and smiled to yourself. 

Originally posted by qothams

You sighed deeply and shakily, Running a hand through your hair. You really regretted using your powers on your friends, And now they probably feared you. You didn’t want to be an outcast to outcasts. 

“You alright?” Chato asked, smiling ever so softly at you. You bit your lip, Looking out one of the small windows. “Yeah. Don’t worry about me.” 

“Well maybe i should, Considering you look like you might strangle yourself.” He sounded strangely worried, Which surprised you, Considering you barely knew each other.

“It’s nothing really.” 

“Look, You shouldn’t kick yourself about what happened. They were teasing you, They should have known to not mess with you.”  You furrowed your eyebrows. He must’ve been a mind reader or something.

‘How did you know?” You furrowed your eyebrows. Guessing he read minds.

“Cause you’re too nice to not worry about what you did. And i know the feeling of hurting others.” You wondered what exact he meant by that. Wasn’t he supposed to be a bad guy? To like killing people?

“You’ll be fine. And now they know that you can easily kick their ass. If you need me i’ll be there.” You laughed, Smiling like an idiot. He only knew you for a few hours, yet he already knew how to make you smile. 

“i’ll be fine. Thank you so much, Chato.” 

adjusting the top of her string bikini, addison let out a small sigh as the wind hit her and she suddenly regretted wearing minimal clothing to this stupid carnival thing. luckily, she’d shoved a hoodie in her backpack so quickly telling sunny to sit, she pulled the fabric over her head. she wasn’t necessarily a big fan of events where the general public were crawling the already narrowed streets of surfside but she’d gotten okay tent-mates and she figured if she brought her dog along, it’d give her an excuse to bail and go back home at any given moment. plucking a corona from a small cooler, she handed the vendor a five dollar bill, taking a seat right on the sand, watching as a few different people walked past her and over to the boardwalk. “it’s gonna be a long week, bud,” she mumbled as the black dog took his spot next to her, a look of excitement on his face. “at least one of us is excited.”


Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader runs in to Dean, not having seen him since Sam went into the pit.

Word Count:  1275

Warnings:  Language and angst. 

@torn-and-frayed has convinced me to make this a series, so there will be at least one more part.

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


Crossing off another interview from my list, I make my way down the steps of the house. It’s a quiet neighborhood in a small town. Cicero, Indiana, to be exact. Just another insignificant stop on the Monster Killing Tour.

With a sigh, I tuck my hair behind my ear. It’ll be nice to get back to the motel and get out of this Fed getup. But going back to the motel means research. Tons and tons of research. Research makes me almost wish I had someone to work with, someone like Sam. Pulling my keys from my pocket, I glance up as an old beat up work truck pulls into the drive next door.  

The driver exits and I stop dead in my tracks. Can it possibly be? That bow-legged gait looks familiar. The man looks up at me and it’s as if I can’t breathe. It’s like the entire world is frozen in place, my feet rooted to the sidewalk. All sorts of feeling tangle up into a tight ball inside my chest when those green eyes lock with mine.

He seems frozen in place as well. He recovers faster, he’s always been so quick on his feet  In several long strides he’s standing in front of me.

“(Y/N)?” He reaches out a hand and grips my forearm as if he doesn’t believe it’s really me.


“Oh, god.” He pulls me into a tight hug and holds me for a moment. I inhale his familiar, comforting scent. He feels good, so strong and safe. Releasing me from his grip, he still holds me at arm’s length. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh,” I say eloquently, shifting on the balls of my feet trying in vain to gather my wits. “Working a case.  What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“What? Here?”

Dean doesn’t answer because the front door of the house opens. A brunette steps out on to the porch. “Dean?” she calls out. “Dinner’s ready.”

What the actual fuck? Dean is settled down living in suburbia with some chick? It’s too much to process. Too much to bear. Shrugging my arm free from Dean’s grip, I make a beeline for the car.  

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

“Sorry, I can’t.  Gotta go…”

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pt. 3

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, Liam said you saw the interview, and I just, I didn’t-” Harry stuttered. He took in a sharp breath. “I don’t know. I… Why don’t you come inside..” Harry stepped out of the doorway and let you into his flat. 

“Harry, is it true what you said? You regret our break up?” You shrugged off your jacket and set it down on the counter top. Harry nodded slowly, running his hands through his curls. You sighed. 

“I really miss you…” He said in a small voice. You looked over at his. His eyes were red, like he’d been crying. His hair was disheveled and his grey shirt hung loosely from his chest. In that moment, Harry, your happy Harry, looked so small and sad. Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill over. 

“Watching that interview made me realize something, Harry.” You shuffled towards him. 


“I want to give it another go. I want us to be together, and I don’t care that you’ll be on tour and everything. These past weeks were some of the hardest ever, because I didn’t have you. I know, that sounds super cheesy but it’s true. I didn’t have my best friend, my everything, my Harry.” You were sobbing by now. Harry wrapped you up in his arms and rocked you back and forth. Tear drops splashed on your head, as Harry was also a mess. After maybe ten or so minutes of clinging to each other, Harry lifted you up and supported your bum with his hands. His lips pressed to yours gingerly. You slid your fingers through his curls and the other hand cupped his cheek. 

“I love you.” You pressed your forehead to his.

“I love you too, Y/N. Please don’t ever leave me again. Promise?” 



once, she saw me with all my beard and hair

once, she waited for me to walk to her, once again

once, she sat behind my back on the long and winding road

once, she walked through my small gate, my small door, my small room

once, she used the newly-bought toothbrush I bought her a few hours ago

once, she changed into the shirt she gave me last winter, the one with many eyes on it

once, she slept on my blue bed, under my white blanket and my yellow lamps

once, she pushed me away when I touched her with my finger tips

once, she threw me into the deep deep void between us

once, we used so many words with no meaning

once, we stayed in the regretful silence

once, she woke up and sighed

once, I looked at her, sadly

once, she looked at me

once, she left