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Don’t let go

Fandom: Marvel
Pairings: Steve Rogers x (mutant)reader; Wanda Maximoff x (sister)reader x Pietro Maximoff
Genres: angst, mild fluff
Words: 1.890
Summary: based on an imagine: “Imagine falling for Steve and your siblings, the twins, disapproving” - requested by Anonymous
A/N: To avoid any misunderstandings, all characters are of age. Gif’s not mine.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”


“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”


“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”

“Ben-”

“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”

“But-”

“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?


Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.


You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

What’s in a name

Based on this imagine from thefandomimagine

Imagine being a Hufflepuff and Bellatrix, who is you mother, hates it. You are very protective ver Neville and over the years you fall for each other.

“(Y/n) Lestrange” your name was called out, and several hushed whispers went through the Great Hall. It wasn’t a complete silence as had been the case with Potter’s sorting, but it still left you nervous. 

Not everyone would know your last name of course, muggle borns probably wouldn’t have hear of ‘Lestrange’, but the rest were probably familiar with the name.

What would you expect, with a bat-shit crazy mother in Azkaban?

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A promise of hope

✖ Characters/relationships: Credence Barebone x Reader

✖ Genres: Abuse, hurt Credence, angst, platonic fluff

✖ Summary: You are Credence’s friend and you can’t help but hate Mary Lou for beating him. [Based on this imagine] @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 2049

A/N: I feel really emotional about this one. Credence is an amazing character and I definitely belong to his defense squad. By writing this one I made myself sad. Really really sad.

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Birthday Dinner | Deadpool

Deadpool x Reader

Based on the imagine above by @thefandomimagine 

The beautiful picture above belongs to @absolum-art


It was your birthday, and you weren’t expecting much. You opened any presents and cards you got, spent the day with Wade and then went to dinner with Wade and your parents. It wasn’t exciting or anything but you liked it, you got to spend time with the people you loved. You couldn’t have asked for more.

It’s just….today was a little different.

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Based on this imagine from Thefandomimagine

Imagine Sherlock finding out that you were secretly working for Moriarty the whole time.

- Your POV -

“Sherlock?” you called up the stairs, “I’m going to get some groceries. D’you need something?” 

Your flat was in the basement of 221 Bakerstreet, so little shouting matches up and down the stairs weren’t uncommon at all. This time however, Sherlock didn’t reply, which struck you as odd. Even when he was in his mind palace, he would always pick up on the times you’d offer to do their shopping for them. Finding his lack of reply slightly worrying, you climbed the stairs to make sure he was okay. You knew he was there and that he wasn’t out; it was your job to know. 

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You bring out the worst in me

✖ Characters/relationships: Original!Percival Graves x Reader

✖ Genres: Love/hate relationship, some sexual tension

✖ Summary: After Percival becomes your boss and starts ignoring what was between you, you can’t help but feel fury. Percival also masks his true feelings with anger. [Based on this imagine] @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 2413

A/N: I tried my best like I always do but I have some doubts about how this this fic ended up feeling like. It sounded much better in my mind if I’m being honest and I’m worried I did some wrongs with the whole scenario. I feel like I need to apologize if I disappoint you with this one. It’s quite hard to write Graves angry because I imagine him almost never losing his cool so I tried to make it subtle yet still in character for him. Did I succeed? You have to decide. Enjoy.

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How could you leave me?

This imagine + this imagine from thefandomimagine. 

Word count : 2141

Fandom: Starwars: The Force Awakens 

Characters: Poe, Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren’s sister [reader]

A/N: Srry it had been so long because college happened. But it is now our break and i’m going to be doing a lot of writing. :>> 


“Goodluck and take care.” Princess Leia kissed her daughter’s forehead before she pulled away and saluted jokingly at her mother. She trusted this latest mission to her daughter and Poe Dameron, both of them the best pilots in the Resistance.

Princess Leia chuckled at what her daughter did and watched her catch up to Poe who helped her up to his X-wing. She told her she’ll just share a ship with him. Poe became her best friend and Leia watched them grow closer to each other.

It started when Ben turned to the dark side.

They were very close. Y/N and Ben.

That is why she felt so betrayed when he suddenly turned to the dark side and she didn’t feel any change on his behavior before that happened so she felt useless.

No one can talk to her after that or she’ll just shrug everyone off. She blamed herself tooo much.

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Big Green Balls of Rage

Imagine Bruce finding you playing with a Hulk action figure.

Originally posted by tonistarkwashere

Originally posted by dairxoxo

“Don’t worry, Tony,” you said in a gruff voice, “I’ll save you.”

You lifted the green action figure and twirled your chair around once and then grabbed the mini Iron Man. You put them together and pulled them to the table you had been working on before finding the Avengers action figures within. You stood the two action figures on the desk.

“Thanks, big guy,” you said in a voice that you hoped sounded at least a little like Tony.

“Y/N?” You heard Bruce ask from behind you.

Your eyes widened and you dropped the action figures on the desk. You swiveled in your chair to see Bruce standing there with a smile.

“I swear,” you say, “It isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, really? Then what are you doing?”

“I am, um, researching.”

“Researching? For what?”

“For, for, for what we can do if Tony ever makes a self sacrificing play like that again.”

“I’m sure you are. Do you have a Steve one?”

“Yeah,” you said as you turned in your chair to grab the Captain America action figure, “Why?”

“I’d like to pretend my experiment worked at least once, and besides, I’m told he’s quite the catch.”

“I don’t know,” You told him as you handed him the Captain America action figure with a smile, “I personally think big green balls of rage are pretty great,”

You grabbed the Hulk action figure. You puled the action figure up to your lips to give it a quick kiss, and with a blush and a smile you went back to playing with Bruce.

(Sorry it’s so short, but I wanted to put something out)

Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine PT 4

Imagine waking him up every morning. Rubbing his hands down his chest whispering good morning in his ear. Knowing the smile on his face is only for you.

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imagine steve’s reaction when he finds out you’re pregnant with his child

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You charge me up

Originally posted by looking-over-my-shoulder

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (nurse)reader
Genres: mild angst, romance, fluff
Words: 2.585
Summary: based on an imagine “Imagine being Pietro’s nurse and him falling in love with you” - requested by Anonymous

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Originally posted by lovablecouples

Originally posted by lifessong95

Divergent. 860 words.


“Y/N Eaton.” My name echoed through the room. Everyone was silent, no one murmured to each other that I am the daughter of Marcus Eaton. Well, no one murmured in my faction. We are not allowed to do that. I noticed other people murmuring on the other faction.

That I am Marcus Eaton’s second child.

I walked and stopped beside him. Beside my father. I can still feel the pain throbbing on my back and above the back of my knee where it will be perfectly hidden from everyone’s view, a pain which he caused. I can still see him hitting me like what he always do to me and my older brother.

I can still remember how he repeated almost every minute of every day to choose Abnegation. To not leave him like what my brother did. Or else, I will pay.

Caleb and Beatrice Prior are the only people I can call my friend in my faction. Well, the people I am a bit close with and I am allowed to be close with. My father and their parents are friends.

Caleb chose Erudite. Beatrice chose Dauntless.

I can really relate to Beatrice in so many ways that I can think of. I can read from her eyes that she knew she isn’t fit for Abnegation. I knew she can read that from my eyes too but we never talked about it.

My father grazes my hands and looked deep into my eyes. I know that look. He is ordering me to choose Abnegation.

I sliced my palm with the knife and watched the blood pool on it before I closed it into a fist. I glanced at my father again, who was watching me carefully.

I breathed and pushed out my hand and let my blood flow.

I watched as my blood sizzled on the burning coals and listened as the Dauntless cheered for my bravery. I smiled. I started walking to my new faction while still feeling my father’s burning gaze at the back of my head.

The dauntless clapped my shoulders and continued cheering until I found myself beside Beatrice.

“Hi.” I greeted. She smiled and gripped my hand. I gripped back. It had been our way of comforting each other.

“Why did you leave?” Beatrice asked.

We sat, facing each other. Christina is sleeping beside her. Our new friend from Candor.

“I..” I started, deciding if I should tell her about my father. “I just don’t feel like I am selfless enough to stay there. What about you?”

“I actually have the same reason.”

I watched as Beatrice jumped from the ledge. I volunteered to be the second one and the next thing I knew, I was standing on the ledge.

I looked down where I will fall. There is a large hole at the bottom which is pitch black, I can’t see what is inside or what I will fall on to. Wind slapped on my body as I continued standing there. My chest feels like it will explode any minute because of how strong it is pumping against my chest.

I don’t feel scared. I am excited to do this. I counted to three and jumped. I didn’t scream, I just let myself fall and the wind hit my back. I feel myself smiling like an idiot while I fall.

I hit something hard but I bounced against it, two or maybe three times. A net.

A net saved me from dying.

The fall knocked my breath out of me but as soon as I catched my breath again, I laughed. It was the first time I laughed out loud since I was a child.

I wanted to do that again.

I saw a hand reaching out at the corner of the net and I crawled and hold on to it as he/she helped me get off the net. As soon as I was standing on solid ground, I leaned on my knees.

“Wow. That was actually….fun…” I trailed off as I stood again and saw the person who helped me.

He was smiling at me, proudly. My eyes widened when it finally started sinking on my head that it’s him.

“I really can’t believe this. Another Abnegation and she actually had fun jumping from the building.” A female voice commented behind him. I didn’t look at the person and continued staring at the familiar man in front of me.

My cheeks started hurting by the way that I am grinning.

“Am I allowed to hug you?” I whispered. He didn’t answer but instead gripped me into a hug for a few seconds. I felt him kiss the top of my head like he always do when he greets me. I hugged back before he pulled away and we faced the other Dauntless and Beatrice, standing on the side. She was smiling at me. I smiled back excitedly.

“Our second jumper, Y/N.” He announced. “She is my sister, everyone.”

Everyone cheered and clapped their hands on my shoulder. I actually thought it will break by how hard they are hitting but it’s alright.

Since Tobias left, this is the first time I feel like I am home again.


Jealous Much- Charles Xavier- Imagine

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Charles Xavier/Reader

 

Imagine flirting with Charles to make Erik jealous.

 

You looked over and saw that Erik was with Raven talking to her about something. You felt jealousy run through you. Normally you wouldn’t be jealous of someone, but hell she was naked and blue. It didn’t make you comfortable. You hated it that Erik had given her a time of day.

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