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Synopsis: You are cursed with the ability to feel others’ emotions through touch. During a battle you’re fighting with Loki, he touches you and it opens your eyes to who he is. 

A/N: I’ll probably add more parts to this and make it a mini-fic, just because I love this concept so much. Our poor little God of Mischief isn’t evil, just misunderstood and dealing with a lot. 

Warnings: implied smut, violence, blood

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The Children of Merlin ** (8/? | 74,661 | Rated M)

Magnus Bane has everything he could have hoped for: a job at Hogwarts, a chaotic made-up family that he loves more than anything and the freedom of doing what he wants whenever he wants.

When his friends manage to drag him to a Quidditch game, he doesn’t expect it to change his life. For better or worse.

They call themselves the Children of Merlin and they are going to make his life a living hell.

One Show Only ** (6/7 | 25,946 | Rated E)

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.

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Alec Lightwood has dreamed of hoisting Lord Stanley since he was eight. It’s in his blood. He’s spent the last five years trying to make that dream a reality, only managing to fall short each time.

Until a scandal leads to a multi-team trade that sends Magnus Bane his way. One of the top performing wingers in the league. An up and coming star.

And the most handsome man Alec has ever met.

He’s doomed.

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Summary: You grow tired of Loki ignoring you, so you dress to provoke the God of Mischief.

Warnings: smut, dom!Loki (? I’m bad at warnings)

Part II of this imagine

A/N: I wrote this at 2am after seeing Ragnarok and suppressing a ton of Loki emotions. You asked for part 2, and here it is! This imagine contains NO spoilers.

You weren’t completely sure what had gotten into Loki that night, but he had been avoiding you ever since. You had tried to initiate conversation, but he would always dismiss you in a bored drawl like he did everyone else.

And honestly? You were sick of it. You deserved some kind of answer, something more than a mumble or his usual sassy backlash. You knew you were nothing compared to the Asgardian women he’s bound to have had, but you weren’t the one who cornered him in the hallway.

You sighed, shaking your head to get out of your own thoughts. Tonight was one of Tony’s parties, and you were determined to have a good time.

Giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you smoothed out your green dress and slid into a pair of heels. It was an inspired look to say the least, with gold embellishments down the sides and sleeves. You weren’t sure that Loki would even be there tonight, but if he was you wanted to drive him as crazy as he had to you.

You could already hear the bass when you entered the hallway, and the noise quickly grew louder as you neared the party. Even though it had just started an hour ago, it was already packed with people you didn’t recognize.

“(Y/N)!” Tony was waving to you from the crowd, “Go grab a drink!”

You waved back and shook your head, weaving your way in-between everyone. You had almost broken through the barrier of people when an arm linked itself with yours, pulling you in.

You yanked your arm away and defensively pulled back your fist, but a hand closed over yours as a familiar voice spoke.

“Stand down!” Steve said, pushing your arm down with a friendly smile. “I almost thought I wouldn’t see you here tonight!”

You grinned back with a shrug. “I figured I might as well.” You and Steve had become close since you’d been recruited, and he quickly became one of your best friends.

You craned your neck to see if you could spot Loki among the crowd, but it was hard to tell.

“You should leave him alone.” Steve said, knowing exactly who you were looking for. “He isn’t good for you.”

Steve was the only person who knew about what happened with Loki, and that was only because it had slipped out in one of your late night conversations. Needless to say, he wasn’t going to be setting the two of you up anytime soon.

“You don’t know him.” You said, crossing your arms.

Steve huffed. “And you do? Look, (Y/N)…”

You held up a hand to stop him. “Sorry, I just remembered I have to go get a drink. Or ten. Talk later, okay?” Before he got a chance to answer, you had disappeared into the crowd and were walking in the opposite direction.

You found your way to the bar and just as you were about to ask for a drink, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. It didn’t take long to find the culprit, who was sitting on a leather sofa with a drink in his hand. His raven hair wasn’t slicked back like it usually was, instead it flowed down to his shoulders in loose, soft ringlets. His blue eyes looked you over, dragging slowly up your body and finally meeting your eyes. He always looked at you like he knew your every thought, like he could see right through you.

“I hear every fantasy like a prayer,” he had said. What if he could hear you, if he could get inside your head? You had never heard of him being able to read minds, but it wasn’t impossible and thought sent shivers down your spine. Loki smirked.

Turning back to the bar, you leaned over the counter a little more than you needed to and asked for whichever drink. You could feel his gaze on you the entire time, but you weren’t about to give him the upper hand by going to him. No, you would make him come to you.

It didn’t take long. A little dancing at the edge of the crowd, a little swaying of the hips was what finally broke him. You felt hands on your waist from behind and knew without a doubt that it was him. You continued to move with the rhythm of the song, grinding against the man behind you.

Loki groaned, “You look ravishing.” His hands trailed up along the gold embellishments, and then back down again.

You turned in his arms and found yourself so close that your noses could almost touch. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, entangling your fingers in his hair. “And you look… God, you look good.” With a smirk and one light tug on his hair, you had turned away and left him standing there alone.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He suddenly appeared beside you, and in seconds had you pulled flush against him. You tried to stand your ground, but the longer he held you, the more you seemed to melt like putty in his arms.

His gaze was stuck on you, blue eyes darkened with lust as his hands began to wander. “Loki,” you pleaded, but for what you weren’t sure.

He, however, was. “You’re right,” He said, hands slipping under your dress. “We should take this elsewhere.” With a wave of his hand, you found yourself in what you assumed was Loki’s room. You gasped as his lips crashed onto yours, and he took it as a chance to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

Your arms snaked up around his neck as his hands moved down to squeeze your ass, and he soon realized you weren’t wearing underwear. “Risky tonight are we?”

“Shut up,” you murmured, pulling on his hair to bring his lips back down to yours. He grunted, his touch moving upwards to your breasts.

“This damned dress,” He said, and with a snap of his fingers it was gone and you were left completely exposed in front of him. You reached to cover yourself, but thought twice and instead pushed Loki back onto the bed. Tonight was your night.

Loki watched intently as you climbed on top of him, your bare legs straddling his hips. He grunted lowly as you lowered yourself onto his clothed erection, hoping his pants weren’t too expensive. He bucked his hips, and before you realized, he had flipped you so that he was on top.

His lips found your neck and you moaned as he sucked and licked at the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. His hands worked at your breasts as his tongue trailed down between them, his hair brushing against your skin as he took your nipple into his mouth.

“Loki,” you moaned, “Please.”

He hummed, tracing his finger down your stomach until he found your wet folds. “Please what?” He suddenly plunged two fingers into you, and you cried out in pleasure.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, and with a snap it was gone. Your hands explored his muscly chest, all the way up to his shoulders and down his toned arms.

“Patience, pet.” He demanded, his thumb finding your clit. He rubbed in slow circles and you bucked your hips in need of more friction, a whiny moan escaping your lips. The look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t letting you off so easy.

“You’ve been provoking me all evening,” he chided, “Is this what you wanted?” The rest of his clothes vanished, and you felt his hard member against your thigh. You nodded and he sped up, his fingers fucking you as he whispered in your ear and you felt yourself nearing the edge.

“Tell me what you want.”

“God, Loki,” you cried out, “I want you to fuck me—“

His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue dominantly exploding your mouth. Just as you were about to reach your high, he pulled his hand away. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you from the loss of friction. He suddenly slid inside you and you gasped, either from pain or pleasure. He was so big.

Loki moaned lowly, sending waves of heat straight to your core. He stopped so you could adjust to him, and only when you nodded did he begin to move. You gripped onto his arms, the pain trickling away so you only felt pleasure.

“Gods,” He moaned, “I’ve waited so long for this.”

He pounded into you, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. He was hitting all the right spots, and it didn’t take you long to be a writhing mess underneath him. You were close, and he knew it. He was relentless, his pants of hot breath fanning your face, and you could tell he was getting close too.

“Cum for me,” He demanded, “Now!”

Waves of pleasure coursed through you, and you cried out as you reached your climax, pulling Loki close. His thrusts became more irregular, and it didn’t take long for him to cry out your name as he spilled out inside of you.

Instead of collapsing on top of you, he pulled out and laid down beside you, still panting as he wrapped an arm around you to hold you close.

“I guess… I should ignore you more often.” He said, and you tiredly rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you dare.”

SMUT    -    ETHAN DOLAN X READER

Make Me Bad

DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.

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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.

“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.

How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.

Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.

“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.

“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.

A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”

He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying. 

Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.

“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”

“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.

“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”

Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.

“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.

“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.

Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.

“So, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”

Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.

You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment. 

“What!?” Ethan gasped, “For real!?”

“For real,” you sighed nervously.

“Wow, you haven’t lived yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be” Ethan smirked suddenly, “Because tonight we’re changing that.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “Wha-, no, no.”

But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.

“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.

You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.

“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”

You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.

“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.

“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.

“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”

And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.

“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.

You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.

“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.

It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.

“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.

“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.

You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.

“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.

Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.

“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.

You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-

“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”

Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.

“Who’s next?” someone called.

“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.

A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”

“No man, she’s mine,” Ethan growled, stepping forward.

You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.

You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops  filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.

“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.

“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words. 

“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”

He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.

“Yes,” you said.

And that was all it took.

The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.

Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.

He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”

Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.

Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.

“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.

He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. 

“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.

“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.

You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.

Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.

But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.

- The next morning -

You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you. 

“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.

You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.

You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”

“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.

“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.

“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.

“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”

“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.

Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.

“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”

Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”

“Really,” you smiled nervously.

“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”

You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.

“Nights like last night,” you repeated.

Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.

“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”

Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”

You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”

Dec. 1st | Tree Topper 🎄

Synopsis: When everyone else leaves you to decorate the Christmas tree, Loki steps up.

A/N: Today begins the 25 Days of Christmas series! I’ve been so excited to share these one-shots with you guys, and I just want to thank you for all the support (and 800+ followers!!)! I was really unsure when I started writing again, especially since I’d never written about Loki before, but the love and support I’ve seen has been overwhelming in the best ways. So here’s to you! 

Words: 1294 (these were supposed to be short)

Warnings: None

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i’ve decided that since i read probably way too much fic i’m going to start a huge-ass rec list of my favourites. ones marked with a are my ultimate faves, ones marked with a * are WIPs and i’ve written little notes next to the fics that really left an impression on me. i will be adding to this list as i read new fics! 

categories under the cut: post-canon / canon divergence / AUs / one-shots / PWP

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For The First Time in a Long Time

Summary: It’s the first time the reader has seen Loki since he’d run away, and it happens accidentally. 

Word Count: 679

authors note: This was totally inspired by someone else’s prompt, “imagine the reader and Loki being so dangerous together the avengers try to keep them apart”. This, however, is a lot cuter. 

You were on your way out of the compound with Steve when you heard, “Hello, love”. Turning around quickly you saw him, Loki. Steve sighed turning to Thor, “I thought I’d told you to wait until I called”.

Thor shrugged, “I don’t have a cell phone, you could’ve sent a raven”. Steve just shook his head, watching the event unfold. You took a step towards the raven haired prince, “…loki?”.

He was on a literal leash, being held by Thor. It was the first time you’d seen him since he’d run away. Loki looked you up and down, “Oh I’ve missed you darling”.

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The Promise of Next Time

Summary: The reader is Dustin’s sister, and the night takes a weird turn when Steve Harrington is invited to the annual movie night. Steve has to decide what’s more important; keeping his promise to Dustin, or telling the reader the truth. 

Word Count: 3153

Authors note: THIS IS SO ANGSTY! Please let me know what you guys think about this one!


You were sitting in your kitchen when you heard the doorbell ring. Loudly you called to your brother, “Dustin, the troops have arrived!”. Dustin was fooling around with something in his room.

You heard a weird noise and faint whispers. Shaking your head you called out, “Is that Mews making that noise because I-”. Dustin yelled back no, and asked you to get the door.

You rolled your eyes but agreed, “Fine I’ll get it”. You didn’t mind getting the door because you weren’t really doing anything.

Tonight you’d be babysitting the gang because it was movie night. You had to admit you enjoyed being with the kids, they were hilarious and extremely entertaining.

You were wearing your normal movie night gear; leggings, fuzzy socks, and an oversized shirt. The doorbell rang again and you yelled, “Calm down guys I’ll be there in a second!”.

Looking down the hall before answering the door you saw Dustin was still in his room. You brushed it off and finally opened the door. To your surprise it wasn’t any of the kids.

It was Steve Harrington. He’d caught you off guard, “Steve what are you doing here?”. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of light jeans, making your heart swoon. To say you had a crush on him was an understatement.

You’d first started to get close with Steve from tutoring him. For the past month or so you’d spend two hours a week with him, helping him with his english class and college essay.

You’d started to see a side to Steve that not a lot of people knew, and you loved it. The problem was that you were way to insecure to think you were anything but friends with him.

The little voice in your head constantly reminded you that Steve was too good for you. It didn’t matter that he’d broken up with Nancy awhile ago, you still hid the way you felt about him.

Steve took off his sunglasses, “Dustin said it was movie night”. You smiled to yourself over the fact that Steve wore his sunglasses despite the fact that it was already nighttime.

You moved to the side and let Steve enter. Over his shoulder he said, “I like the socks by the way”. You were happy his back was to you or else he would’ve seen your blush.

Steve made his way into your living room, sitting down on the couch. You heard Dustin loudly say, “Shit” while still in his room. You raised an eyebrow and called for him again, “Dustin what the hell is happening?”.

He poked his head out of his room, “Nothing (y/n)! Oh hey Steve…oh shit Steve”. Dustin had completely forgot he’d invited Steve to movie night. Steve turned around from the couch, “What’s up little man”.

You heard more noises coming from his room, and you were getting extremely suspicious. Finally you walked into the living room, making your way to where the footrest was.

Opening it you took out your stashed walkie talkie. Steve raised an eyebrow, “You have one too?”. He found himself smiling while watching you fiddle around with it.

While finding the right channel you explained, “It’s for emergencies…and I think Dustin is hiding one from me”. Steve swallowed hard, he knew for a fact that Dustin was keeping everything from you.

Smiling he said, “Why don’t I try to talk to him, that way you don’t have to eavesdrop!”. You put down the walkie talkie, it was worth a shot. Nodding your head you said, “You’re right..I wouldn’t want to break his trust”.

Steve let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in. Quickly he made his way to Dustin’s room, slamming open the door. As he took in the scene all he said was, “What the fu-”.

Dustin pulled him forward, getting him to shut up. All Steve saw was bloody towels in the corner of Dustin’s room, and a broken window.

Steve realized it was Mews, dead, in the corner of the room, “Dustin, explain”. Dustin started talking quickly, giving Steve the quick version of everything that had just happened.

Dustin had found this little lizard thing, named him Dart, and kept him hidden from everyone. Dart was from the upside down, and had killed Mews…and was now somewhere on the loose.

The first thing Steve asked was, “So how do you know it’s not a lizard?”. Dustin rolled his eyes and went on another big tangent. Steve laughed, “Okay..Okay! Look we need to tell (y/n)”.

Dustin shook his head, “Hell no is that happening! I want to keep (y/n) safe which means this stays a secret! Everything stays a secret, promise that Steve”. The last thing Dustin wanted to do was put your life in danger, so he hid everything from you.

Steve shook his head, “Look man, I really don’t think that’s a good idea..she can already tell you’re hiding something from her”. Dustin finally heard the rest of the boys responding to his code red.

He rushed to get his bag together, “Look I need you to distract her for me okay I-”. Steve crossed his arms over his chest, “Ain’t gonna happen you need too-”. The boys were already forming a plan while on the other line.

Dustin looked to Steve, “Please Steve….I care about her too much..and I know you do too”. Steve was taken back, and he ran a hand through his hair trying to deflect things.

Dustin smirked watching how Steve was nearly blushing. He was already halfway out the window, “Tell her plans changed and I went to Will’s house okay?”. Before Steve could even agree Dustin was gone.

He yelled out the window, “You owe me!”. Steve left Dustins room, but not before covering up the rest of the crime scene. He clapped his hands together before leaving the room, proud of the job he’d done.

Steve made his way back to the living room to find you standing up with your arms crossed over your chest. You were nervous, “What did he say? You guys were in there for awhile..”.

Steve smiled, “Uh movie night plans changed…Dustin left to go to Will’s house”. Immediately you grabbed your coat and made your way towards the door.

Steve pulled you back by grabbing your arm, “(y/n) slow down, trust me he’s fine”. You shook your head. Too determined you said, “No Steve, something is up!”. Steve felt bad lying to you, but he knew it need to be done.

“He’s going to meet Max…they’re having a date at her house!”. Your eyes widened and you found yourself smirking. Calmly you asked, “Why didn’t he tell me?”.

Steve continued to think on his feet, “That’s why I was in there so long..I was..uh giving him advice…he felt weird coming to you”. You thought over the last week, and realized it started to make sense.

You put your coat back down, “So what exactly did you tell him casanova?”. Steve felt extremely relieved that you’d bought what he’d said. Smirking he explained, “I promised not to say”.

Rolling your eyes you made your way towards the kitchen, and Steve followed. You finally got yourself a slice of pizza, “Well let’s just hope you’re a better flirt than you are a writer”.

Steve pretended to be offended, and you both started to laugh. He winked, “I can be extremely charming when I wanna be”. He couldn’t believe that you were flirting with him.

Normally you were to shy and you’d ignore all the little comments or hints he’d make. Steve found himself smiling while watching a smirk form upon your lips. You made your way towards the couch, “Oh yeah, I forgot you’re the King”.

Steve’s jaw dropped, and part of him was turned on hearing you tease him like this. He plopped down onto the couch, letting you set up the movie.

You didn’t know why, but suddenly the voice inside your head was gone. You just had the feeling that something about tonight was different, tonight was special. So for once you flirted back.

You’d put in the movie Dustin had picked, and smiled when you realized it was one of your favorites. Steve picked up on your laughter, “What movie is it?”.

Making your way back to the couch after pressing play you sat down next to him. Turning you said, “We only watch the classics here at the Henderson household”.

Steve nodded his head, but out of the corner of your eye you saw his smirk. Smirking too you softly said, “It’s The Goonies”. You’d moved slightly closer to him when you’d spoke.

He smiled, “How about next time I pick the movie?”. You felt goosebumps in your stomach with the promise of “next time”. Trying to harness your new confidence you joked, “If there is a next time”.

Steve pretended to be offended again, using it as an opportunity to move closer towards you. There was no longer any space separating you both, and Steve’s arm rested against the back of the couch.

You smiled to yourself at the fact that he wasn’t trying to push things with you. That reassured the way you felt about him, so you leaned into him.

For a moment Steve looked down at you, surprised that you’d cuddled up next to him. Smiling he put his arm around you, “Oh there’s definitely going to be a next time (y/n)”.

Steve felt your body vibrate against his while you laughed, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this happy. You looked up to him, and his breath hitched from anticipation.

As you held his gaze you moved your head up, your face now inches from his.You rested a hand on his thigh, “You were right”.

Steve looked from your lips to your eyes, and then back at your lips all while you listened to the slow rise and fall of his chest. Breathlessly he asked, “About what?”.

Smirking you moved to kiss him, “You can be really fucking charming when you want too”. Steve laughed, and moved his hand to cup your face pulling you closer to him.

Just before you could actually kiss there was rapid knocking on the door. Steve groaned, “If that’s D-”. His eyes widened when he remembered that the boys could possibly be in danger, and that could be them.

You got up, “I’ll go check, I’m sure everything’s fine Steve”. He smiled, trying to look calm. Steve remained on the couch, not wanting to concern you.

You opened the door, and saw Billy Hargrove leaning against the frame. Billy grinned, “Hi (y/n), how are you doing tonight?”. You raised an eyebrow, “I’m doing fine..what’s up”.

He sighed, “I’d hate to be such a bother, I was wondering if you could help me with something”. Billy looked you up and down with a devilish smirk.

You smiled while trying to not look so intimidated, “It depends on what it is”. He started to lick his lips while laughing lightly. Instantly Steve picked his head up, he knew that laugh.

Billy leaned forward, “Well aren’t you a fun little thing”. Steve got up and walked towards the door. Turning around you looked to Steve, and saw how annoyed he was.

Billy laughed again, “Is that really you Harrington, or am I dreaming?”. Steve had his arms crossed over his chest, visibly tense. You chimed in, “Look Billy, what can I help you with?”.

Steve stood next to you now, “You’ve got about one minute Hargrove, any second longer and I think I’ll puke from looking at your stupid face”. Billy winked to Steve before putting his attention back on you.

Smiling he said, “I’m looking for my little sister Maxine, the last I heard she was with Lucas but-”. You turned to Steve, and saw him standing there with wide eyes. Slowly you said, “Steve where is Dustin”.

Billy raised his eyebrows, all to amused, “Well well well, if it isn’t the first lover’s quarrel”. Steve turned his attention towards Billy.

Pointing a finger at him he said, “Look asshole, we don’t know where your sister is, and to be honest I wouldn’t fucking tell you if I did”. Looking to Billy you could start to see his own anger rising.

Billy let out a breath, “Wrong move amigo, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into”. You looked back to Steve, and watched him take another step towards Billy.

Steve hadn’t answered you, and that was your main concern. You turned to Billy, “Look Billy, now is not the fucking time to worry about who’s dick is bigger”.

You clearly had his attention so you continued, “The only thing I give a single shit about is finding my little brother, so you’re either going to help us or get the fuck out of my house”.

Steve smiled for a moment at the fact that you’d put Billy in his place. You were extremely confused as you watched Billy start to smile.

He nodded his head, “You’ve got fire sweetheart, I can respect that”. Just as mysteriously as he had showed up, Billy left. He got in his car and sped off into the night.

You pointed a finger at Steve, “You better start explaining Steve!! Why did you say Dustin was with Max?”. He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. When he looked at your face and saw how concerned you looked, his heart sank.

Mentally he told himself, “Man up Steve, or else you’ll lose her forever”. You repeated his name, fear consuming you. Steve took your hand, “Follow me-”.

Steve lead you towards his car but you stopped walking. You were angry at yourself for pushing away your gut feelings that Dustin was acting weird.

The voice in your head came back, and you were consumed with guilt. Trying not to cry you said, “I knew something was up…and now it’s my fault…Dustin is in danger and it’s all my fault”.

He kicked at the ground, “It’s not your fault (y/n)..it’s mine..I made a stupid promise”. You were confused, what would Steve have possibly promised.

Steve finally looked you in the eyes, “I promised Dustin I would lie to you-”. Your jaw dropped, you were feeling so many emotions at once.

Something felt off, “About what?”. Steve was unsure of what to do, but out of instinct he took a step towards you.

He explained, “We wanted to keep you safe…I wanted to keep you safe”. You were shaking your head, “From what Steve?!”.

All you knew was that Steve had lied about where Dustin went, and now he was missing. You were scared that what had happened to Will would happen to Dustin, but that you wouldn’t get him back.

Steve shook his head, “I-”. Every fiber in his being wanted to tell you the truth, but he was afraid. Should he continue to lie to you and let you hate him knowing it would keep you safe?

You voice was extremely shaky and broken, “When my dad died I promised him I’d keep Dustin safe Steve…and now you’re telling me there’s real danger…and I let him walk right into it-”.

That was it, seeing you so devastated broke him. Steve knew that he needed to tell you the truth even if you didn’t believe him, even if you never wanted to see him again.

You could hate Steve for the rest of his life as long as it meant he’d never be the reason you cried again. Steve walked over to you and took your hands in his, “I made a promise too..I promised I’d never let anything bad happen to the boys…not Mike..not Dustin..none of them”.

Steve continued, “The truth puts your life in danger…but I promise I’ll always be there to protect you okay?”. Part of you wanted to think he was lying, but you could see how emotional he was.

He shook his head, “Dustin thought that keeping the truth from you would keep you safe but…but…it just fucked everything up..”. Steve was looking down at you, and looked so vulnerable.

So you nodded your head and let him explain everything. The truth about what Will had gone through….the upside down…the demogorgon…Dart… you listened to it all.

It was a damn lot to process, but you tried your best and followed along. The more he spoke the more you realized that maybe this had been the source of your weird feeling.

This was what made tonight so special…maybe this was meant to happen.

When it was all over he was left breathless, trying to read your face for any cues. Steve sort of blacked out while telling you everything and he was afraid he’d just sounded crazy.

Softly you said, “I trust you”. Steve blinked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly. You cupped his cheek, “I trust you Steve…I know you care about me and that you thought lying was doing the right thing”.

Steve smiled, he was so sure he’d lost you forever. Suddenly you remembered, “I know how to find him! The emergency walkie!”. You rushed in the house, grabbing the walkie talkie and turning it to the right channel.

There you heard Dustin clear as day, “Lucas meet us at the old junkyard with Max, code red!”. You looked up and saw Steve standing over you. You stood up, “Come on, let’s go-”.

You went to walk out, but Steve pulled you back again. He couldn’t wait any longer, Steve finally crashed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, dropping the walkie and instead running your hands through his hair.

Steve held on tightly to your waist, all his feelings rushing forward. The kiss left you breathless, all you could do was smile. He softly said, “Wow”.

Smirking you teased, “Just wait until next time Harrington”. Steve laughed softly at your joke. He bit his lip, “Next time”. Shaking your head you kissed him again, unable to resist.

You heard Dustin’s voice again on the walkie, bringing you back into real life. This time you took Steve’s hand and lead him towards his car, “I hope you still have that bat”.

Steve found himself laughing again as he started the engine. As he took off towards the old junkyard, he looked to you in the passenger’s seat.

He watched the street lamps light up those beautiful eyes of yours. That infamous half smirk of yours you did when you were determined to conquer a situation.

Most importantly, he watched himself fall deeper and deeper in love with you.




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Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Dean x Reader (it’ll make sense, I swear)

Summary: After seeing Jensen dressed as 1940′s Dean, you suddenly have an idea to bring this version of your husband into the bedroom.

Word Count: 1,441

Warnings: roleplay, oral sex (female receiving), smut, cursing

Submitted by: @sgarrett49


Jensen decided to let you visit set that day. They were filming a time jump episode and he wanted you to be there to see the way they changed the set. You were an aspiring artist in the film industry, wanting to be the one to create and switch out the sets when scenes changed. What you weren’t expecting was for them to throw Dean back into the 1940′s, part his hair and slick it to the side, and make him wear that fucking delicious outfit.

When he walked onto set from the wardrobe trailer, your jaw dropped. The shirt hugged his biceps so damn well. The vest showed off his broad shoulders but pulled in around his trim waist. And the hair. For fuck’s sake, that hair. You shook yourself from your daze as you sank back into your chair, thighs clenching together. 

You sat back and watched Jensen slide perfectly into his character, ending the scene when Bob called cut, wrapping for the night. Sliding down out of the tall seat, you practically ran to meet Jensen.

“Baby, you were so good!” You stood on your toes and kissed him. “And you look even better.” 

He smiled against your lips and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you to him.

“That’s not just a prop gun in my pocket, ya know.” He winked as you giggled.

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Electric Midnight Whispers

Summary: Strange isn’t out of the ordinary for the reader, whether it’s having special powers, or being visited by the god of mischief each night in her dreams for the past year..it isn’t until they meet that things actually become strange. 

Word Count: 1378

Authors note: A little something to fix the hearts of all the Loki girls out there after the trailer release..including myself. This is going to be a mini-series so stay tuned!!

You heard his voice again, but this time it was louder than it had ever been before. Getting up you followed it, and with each step closer you felt a tingling sensation intensify.

Peter put up his hands, “Uh (y/n) where the hell are you going?”. You ignored him, you were a woman on a mission. You had just got back from completing a mission with the Guardians, and were now currently staying at Stark Towers.

Hello earth to fucking (y/n)” rolling your eyes you tuned him out and instead listened to the voice in your head. It had been the same voice that had visited you every night for the past year, but that wasn’t too weird for you.

From a very young age you’d become used to the strange. Growing up your father had always told you that you mother was special, but it wasn’t until roughly one year ago that you’d discovered just how special she had been.

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Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None

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“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 

 "Hello?" 

 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

THE BEAST // MASTERLIST // REQUESTS CLOSED


Requests: could you do an imagine where the reader is in a beauty and the beast kind of situation and he won’t let them go until they heard that her family was in danger (cause of the Resistance) and he gives her the choice to leave, but they don’t really want to leave? thanks, i love your writing! + I don’t know how to do requests, but I feel like it’d be cool to have a sort of beauty & the beast au if that isn’t too cliche lol???? + Hey so I had this idea after watching the new Beauty & the Beast movie the other day. Ben is cursed by witch lady or Snoke or something and becomes Kylo Ren, essentially UNTIL reader shows up and he goes back to the Light side. Idk. I might sound stupid…

A/N: First things first, this took me like two weeks to do bc I had others to write and this was really long. Second of all, it follows both the animated and live action versions; the characters don’t turn into things, rather, force ghosts (you’ll see), also this is based on Alderaan and you can easily tell which character is who. Anyway, thank you for the requests to those anons! Enjoy!

Warning: Mention of death

Word Count: 10K+ (oops)


The castle that sat atop of a snow covered mountain in the planet of Alderaan was long forgotten–and unheard of. No one dared to enter the land of the cold, seeing as no one was truly aware of its existence with their lack of need to travel the mountains. But, the castle was not abandoned nor was it vacant. Inside lived many souls that had been cursed, one in particular being the most brooding of them all.

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*An anon requested a blurb with Harry talking about you and yalls future when he thought you were asleep but really weren’t. So here is it anon, hope you enjoy! 💕*


He had been running his fingers across your back while you two laid in bed. You weren’t sure what time it was, you were just enjoying laying in bed with Harry. Because laying in bed always made you sleepy you were drifting in and out of sleep. Also his fingertips which were so soft, and a continuous motion, were not helping you stay awake either.

When you’d drift in and out of consciousnesses you would hear him speaking softly. At first you figured he was just going on about something silly. I mean you two were debating best superheroes before you starting falling asleep, so you figured he was still going on about that. But when you heard him say “our future” you started to listen in more.

Nights like this is what harry loved most. Just laying in bed talking and cuddling into the early hours of the morning. Moments like this he reflected on your life together. How much he loved it, how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have you, and how much he couldn’t wait for your future together.

“You know I think about our future a lot.” He whispered into the darkness. He didn’t want to speak too loudly because he figured you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t spoken in quite awhile, and your breathing was evening out. Also he had to be honest, he was a bit afraid to lay out all his hopes and dreams of your guys future together. You two had said I love you. But that was just recently. And you two weren’t married. He didn’t want to freak you out with all he dreamed and wanted with you, but he could imagine it all.

“I can see it all with you love. Marriage, children, growing old together.” He smiled to himself imaging all of it. “You’re the one for me. I just know it.”

Because your face was hidden in the elbow of your arm facing away from him Harry didn’t notice you smile to yourself. He didn’t know you were awake and you planned to keep it that way. You wanted to hear all he had to say, because you felt the exact same way but we’re too afraid to tell him.

“You’re so good with my friend and family. Honestly I get jealous of how close you are with Niall. And for you to be that close with Niall says a lot. Yeah Niall is friendly and such, but like he’s one of my best friends so he’s kind of protective over me? And you? He instantly just warmed up to. I think it was cuz you loved golf almost more than he did!” He chuckled to himself.

You fought so hard not to burst or giggling at that line. To be honest you were terrified of meeting his friends and family. Especially Niall. You knew how close they were, I mean come on who didn’t know the Narry bromance?! So when you met Niall you were shy at first, but once the subject of golf got brought up you showed your true passion. After that you and Niall were best friends.

“And mom and Gemma already have accepted you into the family. You join in on their teasing of me, which rude, and they love it. Plus I think they can see how much I love you. And as long as I’m happy, they’re happy”

The more Harry talked the harder it was to fake being asleep. Your heart was racing, you were smiling like a fool, and you were tearing up. Harry always showed you love, and how much he cared. But him pouring his heart out like this was a rare occasion.

“I’m gonna marry you someday ya know? I am. I love you so much and I never want to be without you. That would kill me. Because I have so much thought out and planned for our future. We’re gonna get married and have a house here in London, and maybe L.A. too if you want” Harry closed his eyes and sighed happily to himself.

“And we’re going to have children. I already know how many you want. 4 because you like even numbers” He chuckled and blew out a shaky sigh. He was getting teary eyed himself thinking about all this.

“I’m totally fine with four, as long as it’s 2 boys and 2 girls. I’d like it even that way as well. But I know we can’t really choose so whatever combination we have I’m totally fine with. As long as I have children and you as their mother I’m set for life” Harry was imagining those children in his mind. Children who had your eyes, and his hair. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter. Children with you would be the best thing to ever happen to him, besides you, no matter if they were boys or girls or looked like you or him.

You were really getting choked up as Harry went on. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fake being asleep.

Harry sighed shakily again, “The amount of love that I have for you is unexplainable. I’ve tried to write it down, put it into words or songs, but I just can’t. None of it seems right. It’s our love, just you and me. No one else’s.” He blew out a breath, sniffed, and wiped his eyes. “God, I can’t wait for our future. I wish I could tell you all of this, but I don’t want to scare you away. We just said I love you. We haven’t even discussed moving in yet, but oh man do I want that. I want all of it, with you.”

Harry stopped running his fingertips across your back and rolled over to spoon you. Yes he did like being the little spoon, but tonight he just wanted to hold you tight. He pressed a kiss into your neck as he felt himself getting sleepy. “I just love ya so much…It’s just insane” he mumbled, drifting off into sleep.

That was the last thing you heard from his mouth. After a few moments later you heard light snores and knew he had fallen asleep. You pressed a light kiss to one of his arms that were wrapped around you and drifted back off to sleep yourself with a huge smile on your face.

Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂

You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.

“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.

“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”

“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”

“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.

“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”

“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.

“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.

“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.

“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”

“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”

“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”

“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.

“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”

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