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You and Logan had been fighting for a while now, it started with him confessing his love for you, but honestly, you didn’t love him back. Ever since you told him that, every time you saw each other you ended up getting into a horrible yelling match. You and Logan ended up bumping into each other in the hallway, “Watch where you’re going” You growled and shoved Logan. Logan turned around and shoved you, “What’s wrong with you?” Logan asked. “I told you to watch where you’re going you idiot!” You shouted. “I’m the idiot?! You’re the idiot!” Logan shouted bac

Clint XInjured!Reader: Loki's fault, not yours  The S.H.E.I.L.D. plane was going down, one engine was out and if another one went out you'll be heading to the water. You were frantically trying to get the engine back up by typing on your computer, you can control any and all electricity but that has to be a last choice. That's why you were sunglasses, to hide it...kind of. Clint started to shoot explosive arrows at you, being brain-washed by Loki-and-all. Panic and hysteria is filling the room. You knew it was the last choice when Clint shot an arrow that hacked all of the computers to shut down. You stood up and took off your sunglasses sh

 Crazy about you - Chris Evans x Reader One-shot ‘I’m so late, I’m so late!’ you muttered to yourself while you quickly brushed your teeth and put on some make-up. ‘Damn it,’ you cursed softly. ‘Where are my shoes?’ You pulled the curlers you had put in the other night out of your hair and let your fingers go through the curls to loosen them a bit. ‘I thought you had an audition at ten,’ you roommate said, walking out of her room, yawning. She checked her watch and sighed. ‘It’s five to ten, [Name]. You’re going to be late.’ ‘I know, I know!’

I looked down at the file in front of me. A big red stamp that read "CLASSIFIED" was printed clearly across the front. I was in the middle of meditating when it was flopped down on my mat. I of course gave the messenger a glare that could level a twelve story building, I never did believe in the 'Don't shoot the messenger' thing. Smirking at the thought of throwing a few stars his way was slowly shrugged off as I proceeded to open the atrotious yellow folder. I scanned it over quickly and ruefully tossed it aside in disgust. How many of those damn things were they going to send me? I couldn't count how many times a General Albernanty had recr

Draco gritted his teeth, aggressively chopping a piece of ginger in an attempt to distract himself. He was getting seriously annoyed. __y/n__, his crush, whom he had no right to be possessive over but was anyway, was talking to Potter. Stupid, annoying, everyone’s-hero Potter. It really shouldn’t have made him as angry as it did; you weren’t dating, you didn’t know of his feelings, you didn’t even talk to each other that often. But still, it did. He wanted to walk right up there, kick Potter out of his chair, and kiss you senseless. Which, in all honesty, was a terrible plan. But his anger was growing and

Your eye twitches with anger as you hear his voice call out your name. Deciding not to turn around, you quicken your walking pace to avoid all possible contact with him. You curse his persistence as you continue your brisk walk, hearing your name echo through the hall multiple times. The echoes of your name are drowned out when the school bell rings. A small smile forms on your face as you practically run to your classroom where you won't have to see him. The lesson ends with your brain filled with a lot more knowledge and you stack your books into a pile. Carrying the pile out, you take a left turn at the door. You take one step when you s

"______!" you heard your dad yell from the kitchen. "Ne, appa?" you yelled back knowing you'll be getting some kind of criticism. "You just got home, you haven't done your home work," he continued to talk as you walked to the kitchen. "You haven't eaten, the house is a mess and-" "But appa!" you drew out the last word and crossed your arms over your chest. He sighed and looked at you. "Your umma won't be happy if you leave before doing a few things around the house." "But the park will be closed by the time I get done with all of that stuff." You whined as you pouted. You could always do this with your father and manipulate him into giv

    Not that long after the ordeal you woke only to find yourself in an unfamiliar residence. It seemed like some sort of a beat up apartment but it could've just been your eyes adjusting if you really think about it considering it was dark. You attempted to move but couldn't and got really confused and began to panic as you realized two arms were wrapped around you, holding you securely. Fearing it was your attacker,  you blinked a few times, taking slow breaths, you didn't want to wake whoever it was up so you managed to get one of your arms released and fumbled around for a lamp, hoping there was one close. Sure enough, there was one resti

You sighed as you leaned back in your chair. You looked over at the photo once more, the photo of your target. You were a devil-for-hire, killing targets for money and not once had you failed. This time was different though, your target was the son of Sparda. Your client  the one paying you to die the man, told you he would give a fake order to him so he would show up here to fight a devil but instead find you. You tucked a lock of _(h/c)_ hair behind your ear as you heard footsteps nearing. You smirked, it is showtime. The door swung open so hard it almost broke it off the hinges. You smiled and looked up at the man in front of you, your he

Pietro was zipping around the city, his silver hair whipping behind him. He smirked and stopped to peak in an alleyway, a shady man was leaning over something, he zipped behind the man and was about to mess with him, until he heard a whimper. He froze and watched as the man laughed when a girl tried to put up a fight, why wasn't she running? This man is leaving a lot of openings to take off. "Just p-please.. leave me alone!!" she cried, Pietro couldn't see her but he knew she was helpless, he couldn't move for some odd reason. "Naw, I'm too much into this to just let you go.." the man spoke lustfully, Pietro's eye twitched. "You should feel

" Hey Andy!" You call out as you put your purse down on the  kitchen counter and go to hang up your coat. " Hello M'Love." he says, coming up from the basement. He wraps his strong arms around your waist. You flinch a little bit. He looks worried. " Babe are you okay?" he kisses your forhead. " Oh yeah, I'm fine. I think I just hurt something at the gym. I'll be okay in the morning. How was work?" You change the subject quickley. He shrugs and wanders into the kitchen, looks around, and wanders back out. " It was good, the song writing session was okay. We go back in for another session tomorrow. What should we do for dinner?" Dinner. Oh yeah

As the day progressed, Levi lined up a few cadets that had a relationship with {Name}. He wanted to know everything. “Alright. Cadet {Last Name} is in the infirmary due to serious injuries. These were not caused by falling so I want to know the truth behind this all. So, tell me. What all do you cadets know?” His glare was stern, shooting holes in each of their hearts. “Well, {Name} sometimes heads to the training grounds after dinner.” Connie suddenly spoke up, making others nod as they realized she did that often. “{Name} is also in a relationshi-” Armin's voice was cut off by a young male whom quickly

Tony, Steve, Natasha and Loki were all sitting in the living room in Stark Tower, they were all watching a film apart from Loki who was reading a very large book on the causes of the First World War. Just as the credits started to roll signalling the end of the film there came a loud shriek from upstairs as you yelled, “TOOONYYY!” “What did you do this time?” Steve sighed, Tony smiled, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said innocently. Nat rolled her eyes, “Did you look at her personal files?” She asked, “No, I can’t find anything on her for some reason,̶

You were sitting down in a big plush bean bag in the old abandoned observatory that jojo McDodd O'Malley discovered and claimed for his own. Since no body used it, he had to the right to claim it. You were watching your friend fiddle with his inventions and gyzmos, Hoohaa's and whatchamacallits, the ones that if you pull them up together they produce beautiful music. "Hey,______? Have you ever fallen in love?" The black haired Who-boy said while fiddling with a whole new invention. After he was done with one, he quickly started another. That's what you like about him. The ability and imagination to create and coordinate such things. "Mayb

That morning, Jim and Doppler refused to stop blabbering about their upcoming voyage. They were like two ten year old girls, jumping all around and squealing (in a manly way of course). Sarah tried to calm them down several times, but to no avail. She looked extremely worried and you could see she had not slept very well the night before. You walked up to her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you and smiled, seeing your kind look. "Don't worry, Sarah. Everything will work out just fine." "I know... But I'm worried about everything these days. You have everything ready? Clothes? Wig?" While Jim and Doppler were asl

Author's Note: I highly recommend listening to this while reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0kMLzrqf7g&list=PLTQ_nH6Q-v_UA-hcBV4S0xbbS9OppWszf&index=1  ((: Doing all I can do, just to be close to you. Every time that we meet, I skip a heartbeat. When Tadashi first met you at the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, he had been rushing to his lab as he had an important project due the next day, and he had absolutely crashed into you. His papers and folders went flying, as did your own, and you had some kind of drink in your hand that spilled all over your white shirt. "I'm so sorry." Tadashi said immediately, hands moving to your

It'd been forever and a day since you first made love with the twins. It had been...interesting, to say the least, establishing your relationship—or would it be relationships—out in the open, but in time the discomfited tensions settled down. No, the whole of the world wasn't on your side, but you had the support of family and friends. So here you were, one graduation, two jobs, and many passionate nights later, laid up in bed, dying. Or at least it felt a lot like it. "I know (y/n). I know. Trust me I had seven!" "Aunt Molly you are not helping!" "Well you're the one who wanted to do this naturally," Ginny teases as she brush

Walking across the unkempt streets of Midgar, you glanced at many people that you suspected to be infected with the deadly ‘disease’, Geostigma. You only wished you could help them, but you too were affected with the virus. You had heard there was no cure, but you had a little bit of hope left. A loud roaring was heard of the sound of a vehicle driving down the road. You turned you head behind you and barely saw Cloud’s Fenrir pass you in one fast rapid motion. The immediate push of wind bouncing off the bike, caused your _____(h/c)_____ to blow in the wind wildly. You gave out a little cough from the large patches of dust

G Callen x Reader ~ Mistletoe It's once again a few days before Christmas... Monday....Tired you enter the large building. The most agents are already here like Kensi and Deeks. They decorate together a palm. You just stare like Santa Clause. "Good morning, (Y/N)!", Marty greets you with his typical smile. "Hey, nice Christmas palm tree.... thing ... You know what I mean. Did you decorate together the entire hall?", you reply surprised. Kensi nods proudly. In the meantime Callen enters also the room. He stops beside you. The Christmas palm tree thing attracts all the attention on herself. The agent is speechless. You hit him with your elbo

You tugged at your dress nervously as you walked up the steps to Penelope’s house, she was throwing a Christmas party, and you and the other members of the BAU were invited. You wore a red dress with a sequined top and a flowy skirt. The dress was just below your thighs, and you felt incredibly uncomfortable in it. Garcia helped you pick it out, and her reasoning for getting a dress this short was that it would almost certainly get Reid to make a move. You had disagreed strongly, he didn’t like you like you liked him, but Garcia insisted that you looked adorable in the dress, so you got it anyway. To go with the Christmas theme,