To Forget [7]

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Summary: A look into Bucky and Y/N’s childhood together. It’s snowing and cold but Y/N makes everything warm.

Pairing: Boxer!Bucky X Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1607

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse 

A/N:  I had some time tonight so I decided to post this chapter. I hope you like it! Please let me know what you think! I’m also opening up the permanent tag list again because so many of the tags aren’t working now. 

Originally posted by not-grey-enough

Bucky is walking to school, head down, shoulders shivering, along the icy road. He’s nearly there, only a few more minutes of walking ahead of him, when he hears shouting behind him. A feeling of dread courses through him and he tugs the thin hood over his head lower.

Its cold, freezing in fact. But the thin, threadbare jacket was the only thing he could find that morning before he bolted out the door. He shivers harder as a fierce wind slices right through the material.

Blood is caked across his ice cold knuckles. If he can just make it to the school he can clean up and make it to class and no one will be the wiser about what transpired at breakfast that morning. The shouting gets closer and closer and closer until it rushes past, two people pushing by on either side of him, each shoving on either arm. He slips on the ice, his back smacking roughly into the ice.

For a moment he just lies there, staring at the ice white sky. Tears prick his eyes. God, could his day get any worse?

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cookie dough

                               💥SUPERHERO DAY EDITION💥

requested by @creepykid31🌻 prompt: Teaching Loki how to bake / cook. Pure fluff! Thanks♡ a/n: i fucking LOVE your profile pic

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The Palace’s kitchen staff had been dismissed for an unspecified period of time. Loki made sure that no one would disturb the two of you in your endavours. Quite frankly, when you promised to show him something ‘so american that you will love it instantly’ he expected the mystery to be a bit more…grand. He felt underwehelmed when you showed him the stack of frozen cookie dough.

Hey! Stop glaring.” You smack him playfully on the chest. Grinning, you tie your apron’s knot behind your back, “And go put your apron on. Today’s lesson will be in baking.”

Oh?” He raises an amused brow, “Lesson? Shall I call you teacher, then? Would be a bit inappropriate, considering we’re lovers.”

You feel heat rising to your cheeks, “Just…Please put an apron on.” You shoot him a glare, “And focus. This recipe is extremely difficult. It’s my nana’s. I think she saw it on a TV commercial in the 50s.” 

“I hope I get a good grade.”

“You will most certainly fail.”

“On second thought, detention doesn’t sound so bad.”


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Can’t be that bad

A/N: so.. this is the first fic im posting on tumblr, Huzzah…? Im not a native english speaker, so you might find some misspellings and gramma errors and other mistakes. I would love to hear from you guys, and don’t hesitate to send me your thoughts about this. The good and bad. Well, enjoy! 

Title: Can’t be that bad

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean.

Word count: idk

Warnings: Period, pain, nothing graphic (I think..). Sam and Dean (those two should walk around with a warning on them)


“Y/N..?” Both Winchester’s had been looking for you around the bunker for a few minutes. “Did she say anything about leaving the bunker today?” Sam asked while looking around in the library. 

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Adored By Him(Pt. 2)[Connor Murphy x Reader]

Note: Since many of you have been asking for this, here you go. If you want more fics or any of the kind feel free to request, all fics that I write will be under the tag of #singingsweetfanfics.

Warnings: Bit of angst

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1


He gripped the scratched instrument in his palm as he stood there unmoving like a statue while he watched you slip away from his life, Connor didn’t believe it—you loved him?

He stood unmotioning as his breathing became ragged and quick, his mind tried processing as another panic attack had started creeping on him. He felt dread crawl up onto his skin, no words could describe what he felt in that moment.

The world had stopped and the air had ceased to move, he felt like he was drowning in the blue of the sky. It felt numbing but it hurt so much—so much more than everything else he’d witnessed. We wallowed in himself slightly disgusted by his ownself, a hand came up to his shoulder as a soft voice came up “Go after her, I know you love her. Forget about me” the blonde he was with awhile ago smiled and pushed him from behind to start his run down the block.

Connor knew you wouldn’t get that far on your own but something proved otherwise, he felt his eyes tear up as he sprinted around the neighborhood looking for the familiar (H/C)-colored curls. The adrenaline pushed through him rapidly at light speed as he kept on giving every ounce of him just to see you, he kicked down the curb to see your house in view with the lights flickering on sight.

He quickened his pace immediately and in just two seconds he was able to step onto the front porch and just knock on the door, it was your father that answered his call. “Ah, Connor. I assume you’re here to see my daughter” his sentence stood strict and menacing, the younger male let a shiver crawl up to his spine as he nodded “I don’t think she wants to see you, son.” Your father exclaimed as he started to close the door.

The boy stuck his foot into the small gap that was left as his voice came out pleading “Please, just let me talk to her. Just let me see her, that’s all—” “Son, I’m asking you to go home.” Connor sighed and pulled his foot back while door slammed shut leaving him out, a pitter-pattering sound filled the street as Connor sat by the stairs watching the rain start to fall. The cold air made him shiver as he hiccupped following the salty liquid that flowed down continuously, he let out a squeak of frustration and doubt as he huddled closer to himself for heat.

Idiot, why did you just let her go like that!? You just had to fuck up again’ Connor thought to himself as he swam into dark thoughts, all he thought about now was you, and how perfect you were, and how he loved you. Wait, he.. loved you?

He hadn’t thought about it until now.

Sure, he’s noticed that gleam when your eyes lit up whenever you were happy, or the freckles that seem invisible under your eyes, or when you bit your lips occasionally when you got nervous, or how you would tuck your hair behind your ears and it was just adorable. Now that he really thought hard about it, he does love you.

He loves you more than himself, loves you more than the stars and the moon, loves you more than everything he could ever want—because he already has the greatest thing in his whole entire life and that’s you.

Murphy smiled softly at his thoughts once again getting up about half an hour later for your presence then again and again, until finally he was lulled to sleep sitting by the steps.


You grumbled into a pillow before pulling your face up as your fingers roamed your skin noticing the sticky-like texture from the crying, you pulled yourself out of the sleeping bag. You run to the bathroom to take a look at your mess of face, eyes puffed red and cheeks stained with tears. You turn on the sink splashing your face with the cold water, you wipe your face and walked downstairs.

Your parents were snuggled up on the couch as you made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, it was already late as the sun was no longer in the sky instead replaced by the moon. You soon finished the cup soothing your dry throat as your mother came in and leaned by the door frame “Connor came to see you” she addressed earning your attention “Did you tell him that I didn’t want to see him?” you softly asked “Your father did” she replied.

You breathed a sigh of relief “Anything else?” you hoped with pleading eyes “He didn’t leave, poor boy stayed outside waiting for you for 4 hours now. We told him to go home but he wouldn’t budge unless he saw you.” She muttered giving you a sad smile as your eyes widened with shock “Go and see him, bring a blanket for him too. It just rained you see..” she trailed as you nodded setting down the glass.

You stopped in your thoughts about seeing Connor, you let out a shaky breathe before agreeing to yourself as you dashed up the steps into your room filled to the brim with boxes.

You dug into one of the cardboard cubes and pulled out a small blanket just enough for two people, you dashed down the stairs as you quickly opened the front door. The hunched back of Connor was the first sight that greeted you as you made your way to him slowly. You peeked at the side of his face seeing his eyes fluttered shut before draping the blanket over his shoulders and taking a scooted next to his sleeping form a bit further away from his body.

You took this time to stare at Connor, his cheeks dusted red due to the coldness and the moonlight highlighting the stream that his tears went down in. You noticed the wet stains on his sleeves indicating he had been crying “Oh, Connor..” you sighed as you scooted closer to him filling him with a little more warmth, you saw him shift before opening his eyes and blinking rapidly to wake himself up.

He first notices the cottony-warmth of the blanket but quickly notices you pressed up to his side, his cheeks turn a dark red. “Hey..” you whisper as his eyes widen and his hands shake up as if reaching out to you. He brushes his freezing hand to your cheek as you took it and nuzzled into his palm, “It’s you, it’s really you. Not a dream” he envelopes you into a sincere hug dropping his hands around you as his face dives into the crook of your neck sucking in your scent.

Connor smiles and pulls away slightly “I’m sorry, (Y/N)” he apologizes instantly whispering the words into your ear, your arms find their way to his side “I’m sorry too” you replied, tears again rolling down both of your cheeks “I love you, so, so much. You don’t know how scared I am to lose you, I shouldn’t have chased someone else knowing all that I really wanted was you” the boy chocked out pulling you closer to his chest. You could sense the fear and despair radiating off him, “I shouldn’t have left you, I should’ve just…” he trails but you silence him “It’s okay, I forgive you.”

Connor felt himself break down as you held him “I love you, Connor. There hasn’t been a day where I didn’t” you blushed at your own words “I never thought that you would like me before, I’m not always the brightest, or perfect, or pretty.” You admit pulling away and tucking a few locks behind your ear as you casted your gaze downwards “I always thought that you’d never love me” you frowned as Connor pressed his hand onto your waist and the other to your cheek.

He ran his thumb on your delicate skin “(Y/N), you are beautiful and don’t think you aren’t because I know you really are. I didn’t always notice that tingling in my chest when you smiled and that little feeling I get when you giggle when you find something funny, I thought you wouldn’t love me so I tried to move on—but I knew in the back of my head I still love you and I always have.” He whispered as he rocked you to the side slightly.

He placed his forehead onto yours.

I love you more than myself, more than the day and night, more than getting high in my room” he chuckled a bit as you did too while his eyes held so much love for the woman in front of him now “More than anything I’ve wished for my entire life, because I already have it but I was just too blind to see.

Without a second to waste he pressed his lips to yours feverishly, you let the moment stay as your eyes close shut at the sweet gesture. You placed your hands onto his shoulders and you tangled your fingers into his hair lacing them into the silky texture.

You both pulled back for air “I don’t deserve you” he whispers against you lips feeling his hot breath tickling you, you pull your head back as you sigh “I know you deserve me, but I still have to leave tomorrow” you whimper as his finger rubs small circles onto your hip “Then, I’ll see you off. Just promise me you’ll call when you get the chance, to” Connor pleads.

“I promise.”

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Originally posted by pnkboylars

Not a day goes by- part 4

A.N Ok guys here’s part 4 :) let me know what you think 

Wanrings - non i can think of

Little did you realise that after that night that he attacked you, you were much worse off than simply back at square one.

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Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

                              💥SUPERHERO DAY EDITION💥

requested by anon🌻 prompt: Peter Parker x fem!reader - celebrating him becoming an avenger!

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You watch his reaction closely as he takes in his surroundings. Ballons, confetti, store-bought signs saying ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ but you had crossed out the birth part with a black sharpie and scribbled ‘BeCOMING AN AVeNGeR’, plushies of various superheros and spider-man…  Celebration by Kool & The Gang plays from your ipod. Peter slowly grins as his eyes meet yours. You can’t help but smile, too.

“I can’t believe I have such a cool boyfriend.” You say, giggling as he pulls you into his arms and kisses you before you can add anything. 

“So this is what you’ve been up to this weekend…” He mumbles, resting his forehead against yours, a lazy smile grazing his lips. You shrug.

“It was either this or geography homework.”

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anonymous asked:

Okay but so I've been listening to 'Gaston' on repeat and oh boy if the lyrics 'I shoot from behind' didn't make me flustered and think about lewd things, the way Luke Evans legit just growled out 'i don't care' in that song definitely did. So could you make a fic based around those words? Maybe Gaston is just saying that to make reader flustered because they had sex that night and is lowkey calling them out. I'm sorry I'm really bad at requests...

Request:  I know you just did a friggen amazing fluffy Gaston (friggen loved it) but is there any way you could go a Gaston smut? Where maybe he forces the reader to watch in a mirror what he is doing to her? IDK…. just yeah >////< (by rougepetale-blog)

pairing: gaston x reader
fandom: disney ; batb (2017)
warnings: smuttiest smut to ever smut (seriously, this includes everything from spanking to dirty talk, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, be careful)
genre: s m u t

summary: gaston wanted you to remember how good he could make you feel for the rest of your life. so he came up with a little idea, that would end up branding itself into your memory forever.

a/n: hope you two don’t mind me combining these two, but I just thought they fit perfectly! really hope you like this pure smut piece, because that’s all this is. smuttttt

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Who’s Crushing on the New Manager? [6]

Monsta X

Lee Jooheon/Reader [F]

Words: 3.7k

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by jooheongif

Others: Intro / Shownu / Wonho / Minhyuk / Kihyun / Hyungwon / Jooheon / IM


“I’m Y/N, I’ll be in your care.”

Her voice was just as soft and warm as her smile.  It didn’t take much, but those few seconds.  He already knew that that soft fluttering in his stomach was none other than a small crush, ready to blossom into so much more.

Jooheon just smiled down at you, his dimples deep and clear as day as he watched you exchange a few words with the official next to you. You spoke a moment longer before the man left you in Jooheon’s care and you turned to face him.  A smile spreading on your face when you saw his own.

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Calm Me Down

A/N: @mermaid-lost-in-a-sea-of-fandoms asked for a Reader scared of tight spaces and Bucky coming to rescue her

She hated finishing work late, the mall was creepy with the lights dimmed down, the shutters all locked and no one else around but the mannequins. She had been told by the customers that it was a sunny day, the first one of the season and she had been stuck indoors. Y/N sighed whilst she checked her messages, jealous of her friends laying about in the sun, out for afternoon drinks and it was more disappointing when she got to the exit and it was dark outside. Her phone trilled and she looked at the message with a smile.

“You ready?”

“Yup! Just got out :)” She sent the message and leaned against the wall, absorbed in her phone so much so that she didn’t notice the man walking toward her until he was in her peripheral. Y/N looked up at him and shifted, ‘Um…Ca-’

'Let’s go get a drink.’ He looked her up and down like a piece of meat and Y/N’s hair raised on her neck, an uncomfortable anxiousness coiled in her stomach, 'My treat.’ He reached for her arm and she stepped away.

'I’m waiting for my boyfriend.’ Usually that was enough for some men to leave her alone but this man was a little more persistent and it got to the point where she had sent a quick text,


And looked the guy in the eye, 'Can you leave me alone, please.’ He rolled his eyes, told her to relax and then suddenly Y/N found herself trapped in his grasp, a hand fondling her breast and his face coming toward hers, 'No!’ She yelled and thrust the heel of her hand into the man’s chin before running back toward the mall exit, she knew it had a faulty lock and wrenched it open before running inside the dim hall.

She didn’t look back to see if he’d followed, just ran down the corridor to the corner and then without thinking she  threw herself into one of the janitor closets. Y/N reached into her bag for her phone, 'Shit… shit, shit!’ She’d dropped it at some point and now all she could do was sit in the dark closet, holding her breath and wait.

There was nothing, no footsteps, no hand trying the knob… The man had probably run off after she had hit him. Y/N found the knob with her right hand and twisted it slowly, planning to peek into the hallway before heading to the exit where her boyfriend had to be by then. 


She grabbed it with both hands, twisting and shaking the handle almost violently, 'Open… come on…!’ The door was stuck and she swore loudly, feeling around in the dark and realising there was hardly room for her in there, 'No… no, no, no!!’ She began to pound on the door, yelling for someone to let her out but no one responded, no one came. Panic clawed away at her insides and Y/N gasped involuntarily, her breathing became erratic and tears began to form in her eyes. It was too small in the closet, there wasn’t enough air, what if she was trapped forever?

It was stupid to panic but Y/N had always hated small spaces and the longer she waited the harder she hit the door and the louder she yelled until she felt as if she were doing were screaming. She barged it with her shoulder to no avail and slid down the door defeated, hiding her head in her knees and sobbing.

The screech of metal hinges being ripped from wood made Y/N scramble further into one of the walls, a terrified squeal forced its way out of her mouth as a pair of arms wrapped around her and she was being brought up to her feet. She shoved at the person, thrashed and wriggled to get away but they wouldn’t let go. 'It’s okay! Y/N! Y/N, doll! It’s me,’ a pair of mismatched hands grabbed her face and forced her to look at them, 'It’s me… It’s Bucky.' 

'Bucky?!’ Y/N threw her arms around his neck and buried her face into he collarbone, once more crying and struggling to calm her breathing.

Bucky picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her like a little kid and hushing her soothingly, 'I’m here, you’re okay,’ His left arm hoisted her up a little, resting under her bottom whilst his right hand rubbed up and down her back, 'Take a deep breath, doll, calm down.’ He knew she was claustrophobic, knew what her panic attacks could be like and Bucky knew all he could do was let her know she was safe – hold her until she stopped crying. 'Good girl, there we are…’

After he had placed her back on the ground, Y/N wiped her face and looked at the splintered door of the closet, Bucky had ripped the door off, she looked at him with wide eyed amazement, 'I heard you screaming and… yeah, I might have broken that.’ His smile was sheepish for a second and then a look of concern crossed his handsome features, 'What happened?’ The question came at the same time he handed her phone, it had been laying on the ground outside.

She looked at the screen, laughed wetly at the missed calls and messages he had sent, 'Some guy tried to attack me, I hit him and run… then I got locked in.’ Bucky was wiping at her stray tears with his flesh thumb, twitching at the mention of someone laying a hand on her, 'Take me home, Bucky.’

'Sure thing, doll.’ Bucky took her hand, lead her out of the building and to his bike where he lifted her up onto the seat and put a helmet on her head. 'We’ll order in and you can have a long bath,’ He kissed her sore knuckles, reddened from hitting the door, 'While I find out the name and location of the bastard that attacked you…’

'Bucky…’ she warned quietly.

'I can’t be arrested if they don’t find a body.’ He caught her lips before she could protest further.


Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

                                 💥SUPERHERO DAY EDITION💥

requested by @stark-sapience🌻 prompt: could you do a story with bucky and reader where they’re cuddling and just make it super cute with like a touch of angst ?? a/n: you said a tad??? oops

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There is nowhere you’d rather be than in his arms, safe and sound and loved beyond thought. With the world the way it is, frightening and amazing, Bucky is the only person you feel at ease with, and he would be lying if he said you didn’t have the same affect on him. Night. Sounds of the city leak into your room through the crack of the open window, seeming so far away and distorted that it’s merely a strange buzzing. Your head lays on his chest - the rythm of his heart is a bit quick, and you smile to yourself, proud of that even after all this time you still make his heart skip a beat - as his fingers play patterns on your skin. If someone was to wake you from this blissful dream - is it a dream, or is this real? - you would be livid. Your hands squeeze his sides, just to make sure he’s still here. He is.

It is very late and you are very tired but you don’t allow yourself to fall asleep just yet, and he refuses to sleep, too. Tomorrow will be a tough day, you know it. You may be separated. You may not see him for a long time after tomorrow. You want to hold him and be held for as long as you can.

Bucky has a similar train of thought running in his mind. His eyes blink open every now and then and just as he adjusts to the dark he promptly falls back asleep. He’s afraid. He can admit it to himself, but he would never admit it to you. He knows how you worry over him. Why put you through more pain than you’re already going through?

How can you love him, he wonders. How can you put aside his past when he can’t even do it himself. How can you kiss him so tenderly when he knows he doesn’t deserve it. He’s dangerous. You are in danger because of him, you will always be in danger if you insist on staying by his side.

Let tomorrow come quicker, he thinks. Let us be separated, he adds. Because when he is away you can go back to your normal worry-free life. 

But for now he simply kisses the top of your head and relishes in your embrace. For now he will enjoy this moment. This moment where nothing exists but you and he and the cold night outside the window.

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Genius (Spencer Reid x Reader)

@cloknights requested: Can I get a Reid fic where the first day the reader comes to the bau and Reid hates her because she is smart too, and they always prove each other wrong but he gets kinda turned on by it??? If soooo thxx

A/N: oof! sorry this is so late! the dynamic was a little hard to portray, but that was probably because I forced myself to write late at night, hah. I switched it up a little bit, so that they don’t full on HATE each other, but instead butt heads sometimes, y’know?? This is obviously inspired by the one episode from friends, so if you watched this, I hope it gives you that nice little warm feeling <3 please send in more requests!

Originally posted by sunshinemgg

   Y/N and Spencer had that special type of friendship. The type where they playfully fought and bickered constantly, you know? They never really agreed on anything. Views on dreams analysis, theories on dark matter, anything

   So, when they start arguing on which looked better- business casual or full-on formal, it wasn’t surprising to the rest of the team. It was a stupid thing to ague about; but it was them.

   “… Well, because he wants his blue blazer black–”

   Spencer sputtered out, completely screwing up his sentence. He couldn’t exactly help it; arguments with Y/N always got him… flustered.   If you know what I mean. 

  “What?” Y/N scrunched up her nose, a soft giggle escaping her lips. 

  “I said… He wants his blue blazer back.”

  “No. No you didn’t. You said ‘he wants his blue blazer black‘. You screwed it up.”

  Y/N teased, nudging him playfully. 

  “No, no. I did. I said it.” Spencer’s cheeks flushed, looking down at his lap.

   Y/N seemed to read his mind, leaning in. Just to tease him. 

   Slowly, Y/N placed a little kiss on his cheek, whispering the soft words, in a very endearing way. 


Good Girl

Sam x reader, Dean

Warnings: language, fluff,

AN: Please let me know if you want this to be a series! 

Inspiration: Good girls by 5 seconds of summer


As soon as I walked through the doors of the library, I could feel his eyes on me. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him either. I was reading a book on goddess worship when I felt him standing over me. Glancing up at him, my heart melted a little, and I figured I could take a break from researching my case. His hazel eyes burned into my Y/E/C eyes.

“Hey, I’m Sam.” He said, holding out his hand. My brain worked quickly thankfully, and I placed my hand in his large calloused one, shaking it.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you sam.” I replied. I was disappointed by the lack of contact as soon as he withdrew his hand from mine.

“Do I know you?” He asked. Something about him was familiar, but I wasn’t sure where I had seen him before.

“I think so, I recognize you.” I said with a laugh. A look of question passed his face and he cocked his head.

“Wait. Are you Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah I am…” he chuckled.

“It’s me Sam Winchester. Remember we used to hang out all the time as kids at Bobby’s house.” He smiles that beautiful smile of his, and I stood up, launching myself into his arms.

“Ohmygosh Sam! It’s so good to see you. You got tall.” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I hooked my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck. I felt him laugh against me.

“I did get tall. And you grew up Y/N. I hardly recognized you. I-I mean, you’re beautiful.” He murmured as he set me down. I blushed, and hit him lightly on the shoulder.

“Thanks Sammy.” He sighed.

“It’s Sam. If you call me Sammy again I’ll have to bring back your nickname…” he threatened. I mock gasped and painted the best horrified look I could muster on my face.

“You wouldn’t dare!” I replied.

“Try me” he shot back, his face closer than it was before.

“Fine. You win.” I laughed.

“Thats what I thought. What are you up to?”

“Research for a case. It’s pretty boring but what else do I have to do?” I replied.

“Me too. A god or goddess right? That’s all we’ve got so far.” He said.

“Yeah! What are the chances we’re working the same case?” I paused. “Wait, did you say that’s all we’ve got so far? Ohmygosh, is Dean the Bean with you?” I giggled. Sam nodded.

“Why don’t you come sit with us and we can catch up.” I nodded happily and picked up my stuff, Sam grabbed most of it though and carried it to their table for me. I sat down and caught up with them while we did research. I forgot how much I liked Sam. My 10 year old self is screaming at me. I’ve had a crush on the youngest Winchester since I saw him. He was so genuine. It didn’t hurt that he was hotter then hell either. We finally left the library around 5:00pm, and headed to a bar. As soon as we sat down a waitress walked over and took our order.

“What can I get for you guys?” She asked.

“I’ll take a whiskey” Dean answered.

“Beer” Sam said.

“Just a water for me.” I replied. We thanked her as she walked away and Sam grinned at me.

“Still a good girl are we?” Sam asked with a small chuckle. I shoved his shoulder.

“Ha ha. You’re very funny.” I said as snarky as I could. 

“Oh come on Y/N, you’ve always been a goody two shoes.” Dean said.

“Have not!” I protested.

“When you turned 21, you had one shot of vodka and threw up. Then you proceeded to never drink again.” Sam laughed. 

“Oh-oh, and don’t forget your vow to keep your virginity until you get married. Or the fact that I’ve never heard you swear. Ever.” Dean added.

“So I have morals. That doesn’t mean I’m a goody two shoes.” I muttered. The boys would never know the truth. On my 21st birthday, I had taken 15 shots of whiskey before I had shown up, I took the shot of vodka and it sent my stomach over the edge. I had whiskey and beer for breakfast the next morning, and every day since. The virginity thing was a joke, the Winchesters took it seriously, when in reality I had lost it at 15. I have random hookups to this day. And I swear like a sailor on leave, the boys just aren’t around enough to hear it. I decide to keep up the act, as a plan formed in my head.

“Y/N, you refuse to hustle pool.” the youngest Winchester teased. That wasn’t a true statement either. I was actually pretty good at it. 

“I haven’t seen any of you since I was 16. I’ve changed. I mean it’s been a few years, I could be different. And how did you know about my 21st birthday? I don’t recall seeing either of you there.” I smiled. They gave each other disbelieving looks, and I rolled my eyes. 

“Bobby told us.” Dean said. I groaned.

“Of course that old toad did. Gosh I’m gonna kill him.” I moaned, running a hand over my face. The boys both chuckled, and I sent them my death glare. The waitress came back with our drinks, and I asked for her to bring me a couple lemon and lime slices. The Winchester’s sent each other confused glances. She set the plate with the slices in front of me, and I thanked her with a warm smile, before looking innocently at the boys.

“What?” I asked them as they stared at me. I dropped the lemons into my water, and locked eyes with Sam as I put a lime slice in my mouth, sucking the tart juice out of it, before setting it down and licking my fingers clean.

“It’s an acquired taste.” I giggled at their bewildered looks, and picked up another lime. This time, when I locked eyes with Sam, his teeth sunk into his lip as he watched me. I kept my eyes innocent as I repeated the process. When I set the lime back on my plate and licked my fingers, Sam cleared his throat and the small talk began.

“So what have you been up to? You’re obviously still in the life.” The youngest Winchester asked. I tapped a finger on my chin, thinking about what to say.

“Yeah. I got out for 2 years and got my associates degree. Not much of an accomplishment though. I got bored and started picking up hunts. You know, odds and ends. But I ended up in the hospital because of a stupid mistake and decided that in order to keep hunting, I had to be all in. So I finished my degree and got back into the life. What about about you guys?” I explained, running a hand through my hair.

“That’s awesome Y/N” Dean smiled at me, and I felt heat creeping into my cheeks.

“Thanks Winchester.” I muttered. I felt a hand squeeze my knee, and I looked at the boys. Dean has one hand on his drink and the other on the table. My eyes met Sams, and I saw him bringing the beer to his lips, while his other hand disappeared under the table. I gave a small smile, and he drew up his lips to mirror mine.

“Didn’t like the apple pie life did you?” Sam murmured.

“I wouldn’t exactly call college apple pie life, but I didn’t like it. I need a thrill. I guess I’m an adrenaline junkie.” I laughed.

“Told you so.” He muttered. I glared at him and Dean chuckled. I was having an extremely difficult time concentrating, as Sam’s hand was still resting on my knee. We ordered another round, and the boys talked me into a game of pool. I lost to them both, and they glotated for an hour. Little did they know I could have smoked them both, but I was keeping up my ‘good girl’ act, so I was forced to forfeit my integrity. We parted ways around midnight, the boys driving off in Baby, and me staying at the bar. As soon as the Impala pulled out of the lot, I ordered a whiskey and went over the events of the day in my head, almost obsessively. I had been avoiding Sam the best I could over these last few years, because I knew as soon as I saw him all the feelings that I had for him would come flooding back. And seeing him today made me realize that I just might drown.  

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BE-. I slammed my hand on my alarm clocks snooze button, cutting off the horrific beeping that it insisted on screaming at me this morning. I groaned as my hangover hit me, and I ran to the bathroom, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet. The events of the night coming back to me as I delivered whatever fluids where left in my body to the toilet. After a few minutes I got up and brushed my teeth. God, why did I drink so much after they left? I don’t even remember coming back to my motel room. I turned on the shower, and walked out of the bathroom, popping 3 Advil’s in my mouth, attempting to repair my head to how it was before the whiskey tried to rip it apart. I checked my phone quickly and saw a text from Sam telling me that they were gonna stop by my room at 10:00am. I looked at the time, it was 9:00am. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” I muttered as I ran a brush through my hair, stripped, and stepped under the hot stream of water. I stepped out 20 minutes later feeling refreshed. I wrapped a towel around me, and grabbed my phone, turning on the song “Sitcom”. I turned the music up as loud as it would go, and started getting ready. I towel dried my hair, and threw it back into a messy French braid. I walked over to my suitcase, and grabbed a pair of black leggings, a black long sleeve, and a white and black flannel. I got dressed and painted my toes with black polish. I looked at the clock and saw that I had about 5 minutes before the boys would be here. I curled my lashes and threw on some mascara and concealer. I quickly made my bed and tidied up my room. I had just zipped my suitcase closed when a knock sounded through my room. I turned my music off, and opened the door. I was met with the hazel eyes of Sam. I grinned at him, and threw my arms around his neck.

“Hey Sam.” I said. He snaked his arms around my waist.

“Hey Y/N.” He murmured. I released him, and looked around for the eldest Winchester. 

“Where’s Dean?” I asked.

“He’s getting breakfast and coffee for everyone. He should be here in about 10 minutes.” he answered. I nodded slowly, and moved aside, inviting him in. He let out a low whistle and looked around my room.

“What?” I asked with a laugh.

“Your room is so clean. Dean is so messy, I’ve been living in filth.” He chuckled. I nodded.

“I bet.” The silence was deafening. Neither of us knew what to say. I walked past him and sat down on my bed, and he followed, sitting down next to me.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked. I looked at him.

“Pretty well. You?”

“The same.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.” The awkward silence engulfed us once again. I looked at my fingers, and started fiddling with my shirt.

“Hey Y/N.” Sam murmured. I looked up and saw that he was mere inches away from me. I could have closed the distance between our lips easily.

“Yeah Sam?” I whispered. He licked his lips, and his tongue accidentally grazed my bottom lip.

“Screw it.” He muttered, and I was about to ask him what, but suddenly his lips were crashing into mine, his hands on my waist pulling me against him. I was so shocked that for a moment I didn’t do anything, I just let him kiss me. He pulled away and looked at me, I must have looked surprised because he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Are you okay? Shit Y/N I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair. He stood up and backed away. I was processing what just happened. I’m pretty sure the logical part of my brain was in shock, so my heart took over. I shook my head slowly, and suddenly launched myself off the bed and into Sams arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stood in my tiptoes and whispered into his ear:

“Why the hell would you be sorry?” I looked into his hazel eyes, and he smiled. Placing his hands under my ass, he lifted my up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, he pressed his forehead against mine and whispered, “Thank god.” He murmured, and kissed me again. This time it wasn’t as frantic. His lips moved against mine soft and slow. I let out a moan as he gently tugged my bottom lip with his teeth. My mind went fuzzy, and this time I let desire take over. I deepened the kiss, poking my tongue into his mouth and roaming around, trying to memorize every inch. I felt his tongue dance against mine, and I moaned again. I felt Sam walking, and I was suddenly on my back, lying on the bed with Sam over me, never once breaking our kiss. His hands were on my waist, holding me against the bed. A sharp knock sounded on the door, and he jumped away from me while I scrambled to the other side of the bed. I glanced at him and smiled, running my fingers through my hair and taking a deep breath, before walking over to the door and swinging it open. 

“Dean the Bean!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. He chuckled.

“Hey Y/N. I have food.” He said, hugging me with his free arm. 

“Thank goodness, I’m starving.” I muttered as I grabbed the bag of food from him, grabbing for a burrito. He brought hangover food. My stomach rolled, but I put on a brave face, opening it and taking a bite at record speed. 

“Coffee’s in the car, I’ll be right back.” He said with a chuckle. I nodded, and as soon as the door closed behind him, I looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled and walked towards me.

“We shouldn’t have done that. Y/N, you’re a good girl. And I’m not exactly going to be the greatest influence on you.” He muttered. I was shocked, and that’s when I decided my plan wasn’t worth it. I finally had what I’ve been wanting since I met him. I stood up, and pressed my lips to his jaw before whispering to him:

“Oh Sam, don’t you know? Good girls are bad girls who haven’t been caught.” 

anonymous asked:

24 with McCree?

24. Slow Dancing

This reminds me of another ask I once did. I hope that anon is feeling better.

Trivia: I really like Jersey Boys and not doing what I’m supposed to be doing.

Oh, pretty baby. Don’t bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you, stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you…♪

This isn’t dancing, no. 

You both just swayed against each other, weary and silent, listening to the music coming out of a busted radio someone left out here in the dusty desert maybe many, many years ago by a survivor-type. It’s a solar model, the logo worn away by weather and time, and the song, a remix of a famous tune from a bygone era played to the beat of a lazy larghetto. 

You’re just too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off you. You’d be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much.

The sun dips beyond the line separating earth from sky, the warmth of the day fading away, darkness coming to drain the land. You step just a touch closer, hold Jesse’s hand just a bit tighter, and breath just a little deeper. A soft noise, a groan, echoes in his throat and you both are moving a little more. Half step to the right, then the left follows, then the right goes back, and the left follows. Round and round. 

At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive. You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off you.

Out here, the Deadlock Gang could find you both any second, out in the open and several miles away from the nearest safehouse, waiting for transport. But the gang is not a sure thing. This is a moment you both have to yourselves, entangled in each other’s arms, wearing the day’s stress and letting it slip off to the ground where you both simply press it back into the ground with your feet. Step, step, turn. Step, step, turn. 

I love you baby, and if it’s quite all right, I need you baby to warm the lonely nights. I love you baby, trust in me when I say…♪

Jesse rests his forehead onto your shoulder, pulling you even closer by the waist. The steps slow again, return to the metronomic swaying–back and forth, back and forth, wrapped together with the smell of tobacco and the fading sun. 


Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-man x Reader

Summary: A night out leads to an encounter with our favorite masked hero.

Word Count: 2531

A/N: Lines might be inaccurate compared to the movie but ya girl has poor memory and only remembers spidey being cute as heck

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

You sat next to Beverly, her attention currently on the girl across from her. You hardly paid attention to the girls, one of them talking of a boy. So you sat in silence, picking at your food with a hint of a smile on your face. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So! What happened next?!” Beverly shrieked. Her hands slapped on the lunch table, your attention was yanked from your own thoughts.

“Soo…” She dragged, “He handed me back my purse and his fingers just barely touched mine, I swear it’s like electricity flowed between us.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just shock him with static?” Beverly squinted, her question lined with skepticism.

“Bev! I’m telling you, when he saved me from that mugger it was meant to be. Spider-man is totally my soulmate.” The girl stated. Her food stabbing into her food before shoving it in her mouth.

You held back a chuckle. Although Spider-man was a hero, he seemed to be stealing hearts left and right. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

“Riley, listen, it’s not that I don’t believe you…” Beverly started, her hands holding on top of each other. “it’s just that I don’t believe you.

Riley threw her fork at Beverly while she let out a wheezing laughter, her arms shooting up to protect herself. You shook your head, that chuckle finally letting out.

“Whatever Bev, I hate you. I have a new best friend now.” Riley scooted in the bench so she now sat across from you. You just raised a brow. “So, best friend! Got any juicy gossip for me?”

Riley kept her attention on you, ignoring the flailing attempts of Beverly to apologize.

“I’m not sure I got anything ‘juicy’ for you, sorry.” You went along, ignoring Beverly as she squeezed your arm.

“What? Everyone’s got somethin’ juicy!” Riley threw her hands in the air.

“I don’t!” You retorted. “And can you stop saying ’juicy’!”

“C'mon! There’s gotta be something! Bev, I’ll stop ignoring you if you help me out!” Riley bargained.

“Do you have beef with someone? Are you a Captain America sympathizer? Do you put pineapple on pizza?” Beverly kept shooting questions at you, no matter how many times you tried to turn away from her.

You were surprisingly holding your own, kept your expression stoic as you continued eating. Their questions didn’t phase you, and you weren’t going to let them.

“Is there a boy?” You were phased.

Your cheeks heated at the thought, how Peter wrapped an arm around you and the way he smelled. His body spray gave off a woodland scent, but the city smell of streets and subways will never be covered. The way his hand gripped your shoulder, the pressure made you forget of everything around you. The men, your chemistry book, everything.

But those thoughts were cut short when The Incident came up. Your brows furrowing as you relived the moment where you embarrassed yourself. Of course he wouldn’t go to your house, that was the first time you ever talked. Stupid lasagna. But you noticed the thoughts weren’t as severe as before, Spider-man suggesting that Peter could have been busy.


Now that thought melted your heart and weakened your knees. Thankfully, you were sitting. He was so polite, making sure you got home. He even brought up your food after mistakenly forgetting the bag. He ate with you, kept you company on a night you would have otherwise spent alone. It was sweet, he was sweet.

“Oh my God, it’s a boy.” Riley spoke. You looked up at your friends, they both gave you equally mischievous grins. You were nervous.

“What? No, it’s not a boy!” You defended, but you knew your cover was blown when they asked the question.

“Fine, a girl then. Give it up, what’s her name? Is she cute?” Beverly asked, you choked on your water.

“He’s not a girl!” You clarified.

“SO IT IS A BOY!” Riley stood from her spot, neighboring tables silenced as they looked in your direction. You frantically pulled on her sleeve.

“Shh! Sit down!” You tugged, but she didn’t budge. Her eyes were wildly scanning your face for any hints. “Stop! If you sit down I’ll tell you!”

She sat back down with a slam, the bench rattling at the impact. She folded her hands under her chin, a curious brow raised.

“Go on.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, there was no getting out of this one

“It doesn’t matter if I told you. He thinks I’m weird.” You decided to go with Peter, explaining your crush on Spider-man might be more difficult. You didn’t even know him, so you weren’t sure if what you felt was real or simple admiration over the hero.

“That’s alright. I think you’re weird and I like you.” Beverly spoke.

“Wow, thanks.” You deadpanned. You stabbed your fork into your food, you suddenly weren’t hungry anymore.

“It’s not a bad thing, everyone’s weird in their own way, ya know? Normal doesn’t exist.” Beverly said. Maybe she’s onto something.

“She’s right you know. And besides, who wants normal anyways. It’s boring.” Riley pouted. “So hurry up, lunch is almost over. Spill it.”

You thought about it for a moment. Your cheeks getting hotter by the moment.

You looked behind Riley. A few tables away sat a mop of chocolate brown curls, all brushed precisely into place. You couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s Peter…” You mumbled. They still heard it.

“PETER?!” Riley yelled again, both you and Beverly shushing her. Luckily, he didn’t hear. “As in Peter Parker?!” She whisper yelled, she leaned forward as far as she can.

“He’s a smart cookie. A little too baby faced for my tastes but I can totally see why you’re pining after him. He’s got that 'lonely boy’ vibe that makes you want to snatch him up and save him from his dark and demented past that he tries to hide by being perky and smiley all the time.” Riley spoke.

“Well demented past or not, it doesn’t matter! I already freaked him out so he’s never gonna look at me that way.” You concluded. Beverly and Riley shared a look, both their expressions showing pity.

“Did he tell you that himself? Or are you just assuming.” Beverly questioned. But her tone showed she already knew the answer.

“I don’t have to hear him say it, he thinks I’m weird.” You let your forehead rest on the table.

“Okay, well whatever you did, it can’t be that bad.” Beverly assured.

“I asked him over and offered lasagna. It was the first conversation we ever had.” You spoke, still face first into the table.

Both Beverly and Riley gave each other a cringed look.

“Okay, maybe it was a little awkward. But hey! Lasagna’s nice!” Riley offered. “At least I think so. I’m vegan.”

“What? There’s vegan lasagna, Ri.” Beverly stated. Her brows knitted together.

“Yeah but at that point, is it even lasagna?” Riley spoke. The bell rang, lunch was over and it was now passing period. Your face was still in the table.

“Maybe If I stay here forever then the janitors and sweep me up and throw me in the trash.” You thought out loud. Beverly let out a chuckle.

“C'mon now, I know you got another quiz in chem so I’ll walk you over.” Beverly offered. You’d forgotten about the quiz, it just added to your misery.

“Nah, I think I’ll just be trash for now.” You stated. Your friends were silent. Not even a snarky comeback or chuckle of acknowledgment. You frowned a little, raising your head towards them.

You should have just crawled in the trash yourself.

“H-Hey there…” Peter stood by your table, staring down at you. “I just wanted to ask if you had notes on this section? I forgot my notebook and I usually look them over before a quiz.”

Your eyes were saucers, mouth left agape. You could feel the blood rush into your ears, a steady thump thump thump. You wanted to cry in that moment, scream and fall into a ditch somewhere will no one will ever find you. Did he hear you talk about wanting to be trash? Is your forehead red? Oh God, you thought, you probably looked insane.

“Uh-um. Yes. Yes I do.” You struggled to get out. Your friends staring at you as if the scene in front of them was a T.V. show. You wished.

You struggled with the zipper of your backpack, finally opening it with a zwip! You flipped through the pages of a light blue notebook before handing it to him. Your section notes highlighted and legible for him to figure out. Your fingers touched for a moment, a quick shock hit you both.


He didn’t say anything about it, he simply thanked you with a smile before heading back to his friend. Your hand smacked into your forehead.

Please tell me this is a nightmare?” You asked your friends.

“You think I’d be in your nightmare? I’m offended.” Beverly joked. You didn’t laugh.

“Oh my God, this is worse than the lasagna.” You rubbed your face. “You guys didn’t warn me that he was here!” You whisper shouted. You rose with them from your seats. Your trio walking out of the cafeteria.

“Hey! If we warned you then he would have known something was up!” Riley defended.

“Yeah, we actually did you a favor, missy.” Beverly chimed in. You just continued to rub your forehead, hoping it won’t be red by the time you get to class. “But hey, he talked to you! That means he doesn’t think you’re a total creep!”

You groaned, staring at the ceiling as you walked to class. “Well he probably does now!” You brought your head back down, watching your worn shoes take their steps, left right left right.

“I probably looked like a tomato talking about 'being trash’ while practically eating the table.” You spoke, just as you reached your class.

“Well, it wasn’t probably, you really did look like a tomato. Being face first into a table for that long can’t be good for circulation.” Beverly admitted. You groaned again.

“I hate you guys.” You said. Their faces smiling back at you as they continued walking to their class.

“Whatever, see you in 6th!” Riley shouted, Beverly waved.

You shuffled into the classroom, walking towards the back with your eyes down. You almost reached your desk when your name was called.

“Here, thanks for letting me borrow it. I tried cramming as much as I can.” Peter held out the notebook. A genuine smile on his face. Your knees were weak.

“Oh, yeah. No problem.” You took the notebook and he quickly returned to his seat. Just as you reached your own you turned to his spot close up front. He was smiling at you, giving you a quick thumbs up before turning back. The bell had rung and the teacher was passing out the quiz.

You felt warm inside, a smile breaking past your grimace. It was nice.

The school day was over, students rushed out into the halls so they can go home. You were squeezing past your peers trying to make it to the front gate in one piece. After school traffic was always the worst, especially on a Friday.

You walked out of the gates, spotting the bright yellow bus parked in front of the school. You remembered there was something for Decathlon this weekend, Liz mentioned it to you during class.

You were walking on the sidewalk, watching the whole team chatting together.

“Hey Liz!” You greeted as you came by the team. She looked at you with a smile, her features lighting up as she caught you.

“Hey! How’d you do on the quiz?” She asked.

“Eh.” You answered honestly. You were more distracted this time around, making you worry about how well you did. “You guys heading out to D.C., right?”

She nodded her head. She looked back at her team for a moment.

“Yeah, we’re just getting ready to leave.” She answered.

Before you could say more, panicked steps rushed behind you.

“I’m here! I made it! Is it too late for me to go?” Peter asked Liz, a few of his curls stuck to his forehead. His chest was puffing out, his breathing slowly coming back down to normal. Your stomach was doing back flips, your mind was blank. You just stared at him, unsure how to work your body anymore.

“Hey wait! You can’t just show up late and expect your spot back!” Flash commented. His face contorted with anger.

“Hey, Peter! Welcome back! Flash you’re out, Peter you’re in.” Mr. Harrington spoke as he stepped out of the bus.

Flash was visibly seething. It warmed your heart.

“Well, good luck you guys!” You gave Liz a small wave before you stepped away.

“Wait!” Peter called out. You almost didn’t turn back. You didn’t think he would be talking to you, especially after what happened during lunch.

“I just wanted to thank you again.” He spoke, the ends of his lips were curled up lightly. “Ya know, for the notebook.”

“I’m sorry.” You suddenly spoke. Strangely out of context.

“Uh, sorry for what?” He genuinely questioned. His smile faltered, brows furrowed. He was worried he did something wrong again.

“I’m sorry I’m so awkward and weird.” You held onto the hem of your shirt again, wrinkling it between your fingers. Cute, he thought. He first noticed that habit when he met you as Spider-man. “Social interactions aren’t exactly my specialty.” You answered lightheartedly. Hopefully easing the situation in your head.

He let out a light chuckle, his eyes crinkled with the smile. It sounded amazing, the noise making your heart flutter. Your cheeks were warm again.

“Yeah, I’m in the same boat.” He answered honestly. His hand ran quickly through his locks, pulling it away from a sweaty forehead.

You smiled at your feet, this was nice. “Well, I’ll let you go. Seems like your team is waiting.”

Peter turned, his team were already on the bus. He wished he could talk to you longer, even if for just a moment more.

“Good luck with that, Liz says it’s a huge deal.” You told him. “I’ll see you around, Peter.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you.” He answered. A smile permanently stuck to his face.

You gave him a quick wave before turning back around. You let a huge smile take over once you started walking back down the street. Your feet felt light, each step held a small bounce. Your heart was still beating strong in your chest, the butterflies still in your stomach. You hoped this feeling would never go away.

Neither did he.

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Originally posted by kinglokiscrown

                                💥SUPERHERO DAY EDITION💥

requested by anon🌻 prompt:  Could you do Wanda x reader. Something along the lines of choosing Tony’s side in civil war and having to fight against her

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“I’m sorry.” You repeat, thinking she didn’t hear you the first time. She’s been still, completely quiet, only her grip on your hand had tightened once you told her the dreaded news. She had been so passionate. So ready to fight Tony, and she was even happier thinking that she had you on her side. That you’ll be there for her, and finally, after all of this is over the two of you will kiss and go on a long needed vacation.

Wanda’s plans promptly changed once you told her that you agree with Tony. That you can’t bear lying to her anymore. That you still love her, more than anything, but on the day of war you will be beside Iron Man, and you will do everything in your power to win.

A magnetic red glow surrounds her for a moment and alarms blare in your head. Before you can say anything she yanks her hand out of yours and regards you with such an icy stare your heart tumbles to the pit in your stomach, “Wanda–”

Don’t.” She spits with a harsh breath. In one swift move she jumps from the couch the two of you had been lounging on, grabs her jacket and aims for the door, “Don’t you dare–” She stops. You gulp. A breif moment of silence. “I can’tbelieve that you’d…” She chokes out.

Without another word she leaves your aparment. You are unable to follow after her….Maybe that is for the better.

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