Come Back Soon *Bucky Barnes X Reader*

I’m Sorry I Destroyed You - Bucky x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “I was trying to help you but I kinda destroyed you.”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one aww. I was smiling the whole time because  I love Bucky so much. I hope you all enjoy it!

You sat back in the chair, looking at the man lying in the hospital bed. He slept peacefully and you were happy he wasn’t in pain right now. You buried your face into the side of the bed, your hair falling down around your shoulders as you started to cry. Bucky and you had been sent on a mission that went so very wrong. As the two of you were trying to escape, your powers got out of hand and you had accidentally hurt him while fighting off the enemy. And you hated yourself for it.

A hand started to stroke your hair and you lifted your head to meet the eyes of the Winter Soldier. 

He had a look of concern on his face. “Why are you crying, (Y/N)?”

“Because I hurt you, James. I was just trying to help and now look at you…I’ve destroyed you.” His metal arm was mostly missing and he had multiple burns down his flesh arm.

He grinned at you and chuckled, wincing in pain at the wound that extended all the way across his cheek. “It’ll take more than that to destroy me, darling.”

You sadly smiled at his attempt to make you feel better.

“Say, I know how you can make it up to me.” He slyly smiled.

“How?”

“When I get out of here, let me take you dancing.”

You giggled. “No one dances like that anymore, old man. It’s all about nightclubs now.”

He laughed along with you. “Well then we can do whatever you want.”

“I’d love to really dance with you though. Just the two of us.” You blushed as he laced his fingers with yours. You looked back over at him and his beautiful blue eyes seemed to be twinkling.

“Then it’s a date, doll.”

Tati//P.M

//Tati= Daddy//

//Dragostea Mea= My Love\

//printesa= Princess\

//Voi sparge-o= I’ll break it down\

//Sunt însărcinată= I’m pregnant\

~The reader finds out she’s pregnant with Pietro’s baby before the fight with Ultron~

(A/N: Let’s all imagine Pietro and Wanda both lived in the tower long before the battle to keep this imagine some what realistic)

(Disclaimer: In this Pietro and The reader are speaking Romanian because i took inspiration from some other Pietro imagines and a lot of them were using Romanian, i also think the language is beautiful. I don’t speak Romanian so for the sake of this imagine i used google translate so if some of the words don’t actually translate well, i apologize) 

Warnings: light swearing, vomit, sadness

word count: 1, 676

4 weeks. 4 weeks since the day mother nature should have given you her monthly gift, usually you would brush it off as stress or just the fact that your period was naturally irregular but with the agonizing back ache and headaches you were becoming slightly suspicious. Your mind slowly drifted to Pietro and how your relationship still hadn’t been clarified or shared to the group, were you even in a relationship or just friends with benefits..amazing benefits. You slowly shuffled out of bed, quickly swallowing an aspirin from your night stand that had become your best friend over the past week. Just as the pill slipped down your throat a violent urge to vomit ripped through you as you bolted to the en suit lurching over the toilet as you emptied the contents of your stomach. Groans left your lips as the vile taste settled in your mouth, this is all you needed to confirm your suspicions..well this and a pregnancy test.

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Of Oblivious Minds (4)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Angst

a/n: Thank you for reading and sorry for the wait!! I hope you enjoy :) Let me know what you think ❤️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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You were leaving today, and suddenly—with your bags at your feet and the air around you filled with stagnant silence—a few days seemed so juvenile. So… inconsequential in the grand scheme. 

You would leave, and when you returned everything would be the same. Azriel would still love another and you would still be left with the bleak realization that you had spent the last few centuries denying a love that you knew to be fruitless. 

Nothing would change if you were to be gone only a few measly days. 

But if you were to be gone a month? A year, even? 

Much of your work for Rhysand could be done from afar, especially with the library in Day Court. Helion wouldn’t mind; he’d asked you to consider an extended stay in the past. And maybe there could even be something there, something to take your mind off of your true home. 

The home that wasn’t Velaris. 

You saw him every time you closed your eyes. His rare smiles, his even rarer laughs; you saw the way his watchful eyes skated across every room you entered and reminisced on each twitch of his hands—the way you could feel it against your fingers when you grabbed for him in the busy streets of Velaris. 

Azriel was inescapable, even when you battled against your vision and attempted to drift to sleep. 

He was everywhere, everything. 

But he wouldn’t be in Day Court, and although that wouldn't stop your thoughts, it would be something. It would be distance. 

With a flick of your wrist, you sent your bags away to Day Court and heaved in an uncomfortably large breath. You knew he would do little to deny you, but you still needed to ask Rhys. He was your High Lord and employer, above all your friend, and you knew it would take a little persuading. 

Maybe tears. Yes, tears were very moving and equally as conjurable at the moment.

It only took one step before the knock on your door left you still. Your shoes made a dent in the carpet and you could hear him breathing on the other side of the ornately carved wood. You could always tell when it was Azriel. 

You shifted your weight from one knee to the next, gripping your skirts at the thigh. Azriel knocked again, this time in a faster pattern—more rushed. 

You bit into your lip. You hadn’t planned to see him again, not before you left. You would deal with the repercussions of such an act later on, but not now. Not when you had finally gotten your emotions under control for long enough to have a conversation with Rhys. 

It made sense to you now why you had repressed this for so long. 

The sound of your voice was startling. “Come in.” 

The door creaked, but the sound was overpowered by Azriel’s boot clicking against shining marble. The shadowsinger entered before his shadows, but the wisps followed close behind, quickly abandoning their master in favor of darting toward you. They twisted up your legs and elbows, rolling into your hair and dancing along your fingertips. 

Something like fear, love, crushing defeat tugged and tugged at your chest. 

“Azriel,” you greeted, aiming for a surprised tone and failing. “Have you come to see me off?” 

The spymaster didn’t smile. “Rhys sent me. He said you might have a message for him.” 

That cauldron-damned meddler. Of course he somehow knew about your reservations. You doubted he knew exactly what you had to say, but you had been dragging your feet all morning and were currently about an hour late for your own departure. 

And of course he had sent Azriel of all people. 

“Oh! Well, I suppose I could go and—” 

“Why is half of your vanity gone?” 

You blinked, startled by the words. If Azriel was anything, he was polite and never one to cut someone off. You went to search Azriel’s expression but found him zeroed in on the table pushed into the corner of your room. 

“What?” It was all you could think to formulate. 

But Azriel was quick to respond. “Almost all of your things are gone. Your perfumes and the pots of cream you keep on the side. You’ve only left the items you don’t use anymore.” 

“How do you know—” you cut yourself off this time, ignoring the glaring question that tried to blind you. “Azriel, I’m going away… to Day Court. You know this.”

But Azriel only shook his head, stalking over to the table and yanking the drawer open so harshly it shook the mirror. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he went to your closet, throwing open the door, shoulders rising and falling with more effort. 

“Azriel—” 

“You’ve packed too much.” He turned to you, some of his shadows returning to wind around his chest. “You’ve taken most of your clothes.” 

“You know I always overpack,” you laughed, but the laugh sounded fake, painful. 

You fought the urge to cower under Azriel’s scrutinizing gaze. It was as if he was on fire, as if he was aflame and filled with something that had been pent up for far too long. If someone, anyone, were to look inside of you, they would see the same thing. 

Which is why you needed to get far, far away from this situation. Away from him.

But the longer you looked back at him—the longer you tried to slap that easygoing smile on your face—the longer he stared back with the same steady intensity. 

“Is something the matter?” you tried. 

Azriel’s hand twitched. 

That feeling crept along the edges of your ribs once again. 

“Is something the matter?” he parroted, jaw so impossibly tight the words came out pinched. 

You finally looked away, playing with your fingers. “Yes?” 

He started laughing. But it wasn’t the kind of laugh that made you feel light. It didn’t fill you with pride for eliciting such a sound from him, nor did it make you want to laugh in return. It made you feel dark; as Azriel laughed, you wanted to heave the sound back within the depths it flowed from. 

“There are several things that are the matter, y/n, but I’d say the most pressing is that you have been avoiding me for weeks. That every moment I’ve tried to spend with you has been promptly evaded and now you’re leaving and you had no intention of saying goodbye.” 

“I was going to—” 

“Please,” he pleaded, eyes soft yet so achingly desperate. “Don’t lie to me. Not right now.” 

The indent in the carpet was becoming permanent; you couldn’t seem to move. 

“I’ve been… I’ve been going through a hard time. Leaving seemed like it was the best for me. Just for a little while. Just until I could sort a few things out.” 

“For how long?” he asked, voice cracking along the precipice of the last word. 

You paused then, staring hard into his eyes. “A while.”

A shaky breath left the shadowsinger, his chest reflecting the sound. He ran a hand into his hair and tugged at the roots, an action you hadn’t seen him do in years. A sickening sort of pity ran through you—a sort of responsibility. 

Because Azriel was your friend, and he was going through something, too. You had no idea if his mate reciprocated his feelings. You found it hard to believe that anyone wouldn’t love Azriel, but the conversation you’d overheard last week gave nothing away. 

Maybe Azriel hadn’t told her yet because she didn’t love him. And maybe you were being a bad friend by not being there for him. 

Tossing your hurt to the side, you took a step forward. Azriel watched the movement, eyes flickering behind you to catch the previous imprint of your feet on the carpet. 

“I’m sorry,” you began, resolute. “I’m sorry that you felt you couldn’t tell me. And that you’ve been… having a hard time. I know I’m not leaving at the most opportune time, but you can write to me and I can help you.” 

Some of the brokenness on Azriel’s face morphed into confusion. “Help me?” 

“With your mate.” 

And it was as if Azriel had been shot. He physically recoiled, his right foot coming down to catch him as he fixed his imbalance. 

“I know you wanted to keep it private, but I overheard. Azriel—” You swallowed. Hard. “—It’s so wonderful that you’ve found your mate.” 

Something was set in motion, and Azriel was shaking his head. His gaze was fixed on you and his eyebrows were pushed together in a painful expression and he just kept shaking his head as your chest caved and it became hard to breathe. Something pulled from within and it felt like your heart was unraveling. 

Couldn’t he see how hard this was? How much it took from you just to acknowledge that he was destined for someone else? 

The shadowsinger seemed unaware of your inner turmoil, instead taking long steps across the room until he reached you. He leaned down, brought his hands up to your face, and he broke another piece of you as his forehead touched yours. 

He was whispering something, words so low even your fae ears couldn’t catch them, but you knew they were fast. Fast and incoherent and you weren’t even able to find their meaning in his expression because his eyes were squeezed so tightly. 

“Please, just notice. See it, angel, it’s there.” 

Your jaw quivered. He was so close to you. The few words you were able to make out were confusing. 

“My oblivious girl. Please.” 

“Azriel—” 

When he opened his eyes, the world fell off its axis. The fear in your chest—the feeling that had been unraveling you and leaving you weak—alighted. It pulled and pulled but this time it didn’t hurt. It no longer left splinters embedded in your ribs or took the breath from your lungs. 

As you looked up at Azriel, it was only soothing and warm and—

Mate. Azriel was your mate. 

You pushed back from him, stumbling and catching on the rug as you went toppling down to the floor. There was no pain from the fall; a numbness overtook your body where the warmth once flowed. 

“You’re my—Azriel, you—” 

There were no endings to the sentences you began. Azriel tried reaching a hand down, but when you wouldn’t take it he joined you on the floor. He sat with you between his legs, bringing you forward until your knees curled against his chest. And then he wrapped you in his arms and then his wings, taking calming breaths as yours ran rampant. 

“I am your mate,” he finished for you, so much more soothing than you had ever heard him speak.

“But Elain,” you gasped out, finding solace against his chest. You leaned your forehead against him and relished in the heat. 

“What of Elain?” Azriel asked, bringing a hand up against the back of your head. 

“You love Elain.” 

“I do not love Elain.” 

“And Mor?” 

“I do not love Mor, either.” 

You nodded against him. This would take longer for you to come to terms with later, but only simple answers were getting through to you now. And the bond—the bond—sang as you touched Azriel. The bond didn’t care if you were confused or hurt or disbelieving.

Your mind swam as a new influx of emotions filled you, but there was a distinction to them and you knew they weren’t your own. At first, it was hard to pick through them all; there were so many that they all blended together. There was an obvious tender love, but also a crippling fear that mingled with a darkness you couldn’t place. There was adoration and hopefulness and a sense of peace that lay at the bottom of all else. 

But you could tell this peace was new. It wasn’t as deeply ingrained as the others. 

Azriel leaned back, craning his neck down to catch your gaze. “Do you feel that?” he asked. When you nodded, he continued. “Those feelings have always belonged to you. All of them. I know there is not a lot of proof of that, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for that, but they have always belonged to you.” 

“Have you always felt mine?” you asked, voice sounding unused. 

“Since I’ve felt the bond,” he nodded. 

“How long have you…” 

Azriel sighed, but it wasn’t out of irritation. The bond told you as much. “Months.” 

Tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Then why did you never—” 

Azriel shushed you as your voice cracked. He ran both hands behind your head and held you steady as his lips pressed to your forehead. 

“I didn’t want to lose you.” 

Throat still closed, words still choked, you replied, “That is idiotic.” 

This time, when Azriel laughed, you felt that pride spark up in your chest. “I know, angel. Gods, do I know that.” 

There was a brief pause, a respite to the revelations and emotions in the room. You counted your breaths as you pressed against Azriel, and he ran his hands up and down the length of your spine, chaste kisses pressed to your head as the minutes ticked by. 

“Don’t leave.” Azriel broke the silence. “Stay. Please.” 

When you didn’t answer, he kept talking. 

“You don’t have to love me. I know that is a lot to ask and there are still so many questions left unanswered. But, y/n, I have loved you for a long, long time. I couldn’t bear it if you left. It has been difficult to even function this past week with you avoiding me. If you were to leave—”

“I only avoided you because I thought it wasn’t me,” you interrupted, pulling back once again to meet his gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me and I couldn’t stand it, so I wanted to leave.”

A grim line set into Azriel’s mouth. The desperation returned to his eyes. “We have wasted so much time.” 

“I wouldn’t say wasted. Not when you were here. Not when I was still with you.” 

“Angel.” The word came out like a plea, and then his lips were on yours. His hands pressed you closer and his mouth was hot against yours and it was everything you’d spent three centuries ignoring. You loved him, gods did you love him, and in this kiss was every proof that he loved you. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, musing the already displaced strands. His wings quivered as you kissed him more, the action sending little pools of light into the bubble he had created. They felt warm against your eyelids, and when you pulled away to see the cause, Azriel moved his attention to your jaw, your cheek, your neck. 

“You are my mate,” he affirmed against your skin, low and gravelly. “Mine.” 

You pulled his head away, leaning your forehead against his own. “And you are mine.” 

“I love you,” he said. 

And you couldn’t say it back, not yet. Azriel seemed unperturbed by this and accepted your small smile as a reply, reciprocating it tenfold. His smile shone in the pockets of light created by his wings and his eyes no longer looked sad. It made you want to say it back.

When that guilt flooded you and your mouth parted, there was a tug at the bond instead. You gasped at the feeling, blinking up at Azriel with owlish eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he admitted, smile softening as he ran scarred fingers along your cheeks. “Every time I felt your doubt or fear. I figured I could startle it out of you.” 

You rubbed at your chest. “It feels warm. And…” You couldn’t find the words.

“It feels good, angel. This bond was cold and it hurt, but it—it feels good. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” 

A breathy, awestruck laugh escaped you. “You know, I still have to go to Day for the weekend. It’s court-appointed.” 

Azriel groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Then I will come with you,” he grumbled, words muffled against your skin. 

“You cannot. But you can wait for me to return and I will come right back here.”

Tumblr I need help! I’m making facebook event for my eighteen birthday and I need creative fandom desription. Any Ideas? My fandoms are Doctor who, Harry Potter, Marvel, Tolkien, Star wars and Star Trek, Game of thrones, X files Hamilton and musicals in general 

Papa’s Hammer

Pairing: Father!Thor Odinson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600

Summary: The reader is no where to be found, along with her fathers hammer.

Request:  Parent Request! Being Thor’s child and being able to drag the hammer across the floor. (Like move it). Maybe everyone is looking for the kid and the hammer, and an argument breaks out. While their fighting the young child (baby/toddler) walks in dragging the hammer by the handle and everyone just stops and stares. - I think it’s funny, :) Thanks!

You sat on the floor of the living room within the tower, playing with your little tot toys, not having a care in the world. Supposed, everyone was suppose to be watching you, except your father. Soon getting bored of your little stuff animals and little toys, you started to look around but a certain think caught your eye. Your fathers hammer.

Your eyes lit up as you spotted it so you quickly stood up on your short chubby legs of yours and ran towards it. “Ham!” You squealed when you reached it. You looked around you too make sure that no one was around to see because there was a rule, you were not allowed to touch the hammer but you being the little rebel you were, you countered against it. You grabbed the hilt of the hammer and slowly began to drag it off the table, only for it to make a loud sound when it hit the floor but not loud enough to catch anyone’s attention. With that, you grabbed your favorite stuff animal and dragged the hammer to where ever you pleased.

Back at where you were suppose to be, the voice of your father boomed. “Where is my daughter!? And Mjolnir?!”

Slowly, everyone walked in where they heard his voice. “They’re right he-” Steve started but soon noticed that neither you or the hammer was there. “They were both right here last time I was here.”

“Well, Captain” Thor looked at Steve with an annoyed expression. “they aren’t here, as you can see. Can one of you explain to me why my three year daughter was left unattended?”

“Well,” Tony started, pointing to Steve. “I asked Star Spangle to watch her.”

“And I asked Sam because I had a meeting.” Everyone soon turned to Sam.

“Hey! Well, I asked Bucky because I had to take a shower and… Stuff.” Sam admitted which turned everyone’s attention to the ex assassin. The loop soon ended with everyone looking at Clint who wore a sheepish look.

“I…Um… Had to pee?” He told which sounded more like a question.

Thor stomped up towards Clint and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him eye to eye. “You left my child to empty your bladder, Archer?”

“Thor!” Natasha yelled, hitting his shoulder. “Put him down, it isn’t his fault. We should have all been watching her.”

“Don’t pin this on us, Nat!” Tony pointed back at her.

“Well, it’s true!” Steve countered back. This started a whole argument between everyone. Starting on who should have been watching her to the reason why Sam left to why Tony couldn’t watch her and you were just walking around the hall, dragging the hammer along.

You soon made it back towards the living room when hearing the loud voice. “Well, I think I’m seeing her right now with your stupid hammer!” Bucky yelled, not noticing what he said. Everyone stopped yelling and looked towards where he was took a double take.

“Papa!” You exclaimed with open arms when he saw you.

“[Y/N], princess, where have you been?” Thor asked you while picking you up. “And you know you aren’t allowed to touch the Hammer.”

“I know, Papa…” You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, exhausted. “I’m sorry.”

He rubbed your back lightly. “It’s alright, little one, just don’t wander off again.” You just responded with a hum.

“Is no one wandering how she was able too drag Thor’s Hammer?” Bucky asked and everyone just nodded.

Thor’s eyes opened wide at the realization. “That is true. Oh my Odin…”

I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. [ PETER PARKER x READER imagine ]

Peter Parker x Reader 

Prompt : [y/n] can’t sleep because of the noise from the party coming from the appartment above hers. She decided to go confront her new neighbor.

Warnings : Swearing [woops] , mention of fight, blood.

Be indulgent with me, it’s the first thing I write in TWO freaking YEARS, feedback is always appreciated

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The music was blasting in the whole residency. It was almost 1 A.M. when she was waken up by disturbance coming from the appartment above hers. “ Welcome to the Queens, “ she growled, putting her duvet on her face. It’s been two weeks only since she moved in this neighborhood with her father and she already regretted her father’s choice of career. First, she moved out of Maine, where she was borned and raised, then he decided to accept the promotion his job offered him, clearly the appartment was bigger than the last one, but he had a lot more hours to work. [y/n] has been busy all that time by getting the stuff out of the boxes, store all that business and by throwing out the box, discover the neighborhood a little.  She glanced at her room, cursing at the noise’s responsible. It was the last day of the holidays and even if she knew she couldn’t sleep well with the idea of passing her last high school year without her friends, surrounded by unknowns people, she would rather be in silence. She turned her back and try to get back to sleep. One hour later, music was still on. She sat up straight, ready to kill someone. She was a very calm person, but better not risk to piss her off. And she was, pissed off. She put off some sweetpants, an Iron Man sweatshirt, her sneakers and decided to go visit her so-lovely neighbor. She closed the door with her keys and she climb up the stairs two by two. In front of the door, she changed her mind, saying to herself that she better not start to argue with the neighbors, at least for her dad. She was about to turn her heels, when she heard a group of people, apparently drunk, shouting from the other side of the door. She fumed. “ Never mind, I’m probably not the only neighbor who is pissed off. “ she tried to reassure herself. She banged several times on the door before a boy opened it. He was quite young, probably the same age as her. The hair were messy, the eyes were browns, and there were a stupid grin on his face. She looked at him sternly, understanding that he was quite loaded. “ - You’re the one living here? She asked - Yes, Yes, that’s me, to whom have I-I the honor?” We could sense how concentrated he was to answer. “ - Me, your new neighbor from below. It’s more that 2 A.M. So do a favor to everyone living here and shut the music please “ she blurted. She astonished herself ; she kept her temper while saying everything she wanted to say. Well done, [y/n]. She looked at him fixedly until he react. He let out a curse and an apology and went into the meanders of his appartment full of people. After a few seconds, she heard the music being shut and people complaining at the host. He came back after a moment without failing falling on someone, before reappear in front of her. “ - Thank you neighbor, I- “ She was cut by people leaving his appartment, greating your neighbor, wishing him a good night. They shoved him a little and she took a step back, not wanting to know the same fate. He grumbled about the cleaning and put his attention on her “ - I don’t remember your name, new neighbor, he joked - It’s because I didn’t gave it to you, neighbor. By the way, nice buddies, very helpful for the cleaning. - That’s not really my “buddies”, they’re mostly high school colleagues, in fact. I had the appartment for myself so I thought “ well, I can have a party”, “ he muttered, looking at his feet. She sighed and start to go away. “ - Well, I have to go, neighbor, but remember that just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Good luck for cleaning this mess. “ She waved at him before go down the stairs. “ - Thanks! I’m Peter…. by the way “ he called before heading home. He scratched his head, admiring the terrible mess left by his “friends”. He started cleaning up, fearing her aunt’s coming home early. Spider-man would have trash to take out tommorow. 

She had the occasion to see him the next day. Happened that Peter Parker and her shared a few classes, in this new high school which was very much the same at her last. Peter was well different from the person she had met the day before. He was more of a loner and the people leaving his appartment yesterday , acted like they didn’t knew him. He had raised his head when she presented herself in class in the first period, recognizing the young woman he talked with the day before. She chatted with a few classmates and ate with them at midday. Even in Maine or here in New York, the schema was the same : sports guys’ table, cheerleaders’ table, geeks’s table, loners’ table, gothics’ table,etc.. She sighed, she wasn’t the type to girl to worry about thoses clichés, but she had to admit she felt lucky that she never been on the bottom of the social ladder. Even if she never had been of the top neither, thankfully. The idea of being the cliché girlfriend of a football player made her want to throw up. After lunch, she excused herself to go to the toilets. She put some fresh water on her face, to give her some courage for the rest of the day. While she was coming out of the toilet, she heard a thud from the other wall. She took a look before coming out, and saw a little crowd of football player in front of a locker. “ So Parker, you didn’t thanked me for bringing people to your party? Without me, I think you would have spend the night with your calculator! “ A player said, laughing, she remembered one of her classmate calling him Flash. She took a step aside , seeing Peter, blocked by Flash’s arm against one of the locker. Peter didn’t seemed to be bothered by the situation and kept the silence, which happened to anger the other. “ You seriously going to let me hit you without reacting? I’m more dissapointed by you that I already was Parker. “ he slipped in a surly tone.We could feel that his ego was touched, caused by the silence treatment Peter was giving him. Peter grinned, knowing he would pissed off the other and that he was going to get punched. He was waiting for the impact, but it didn’t come. Instead, a voice resonated behind Flash and his band. “ - Hey guys, can I get a high five? Because, attacking a personne and being four ? No, realy, what bravery, I applaud. “ [y/n] dropped, trying to be as cynic as possible. - Get away, newbie, you don’t want to have us on your back on your first day, do you ? Barked one of Flash’s sbire. - Oh yes, I’m going now, I’m impressed. Excuse my imprudence, she quipped, doing a little bow. Flash let go of Peter’s collar and came dangerously close from [y/n]. “ - Wanna play smart ass, but now, what are you’re gonna do? Saying, trying to get as close as he could from her, his hands in tight fists. - I let you the honnor to start, I’m not use to start fights. “  She felt her face going on the right side as she watched Flash fist moving, a smile on his face, obviously proud of himself. [y/n] smirked, touching her lip. She looked at her bloody thumb and smiled. He had managed to really pissed her off.  “ On the other hand, I’m used to finish them “ she slipped before catching her shoulder. As Flash reverted his attention to her, she made an arm lock and managed to get him strap up on the floor. She landed four well-placed punch, one at his cheekbone, one at his nose, another one at his jaw and the last one at his brow bone. She stood up normally, looking at the others. “ Who’s next “ she peered. The others apologized and get Flash back before leaving, under [y/n]’s smile. She then turned to Peter, still standing at the locker. She surprised herself by being afraid of his reaction, but been even more surprised when this one applause. “ - Well, I’m glad I turned down the music last night, he laughed - Instead of taking danse class, my father had me teached how to defend myself. Even if the danse classes I took after helped me to associate elasticity and defense. “ she chortled, realizing that she was telling her life to a complete stranger. But weirdly, she liked that Peter Parker, there were something mysterious about him that she enjoyed. He laughed and become serious again while looking at her face. “ But you should get some water on your lips because you’re bleeding well” He stuttered, not really knowing what to do. She carried her hand back to her lips, and laughed while whipping the blood, leaving Peter and going back to the toilets.She put some water on her lips and a few minutes later, the bleeding had stopped. She came out and was surprised to see Peter waiting for her.He scratched his head and as he was about to talk, the bell rang in the hallway, now full of people. They went silently to they classroom and take their places. The end of the day came quickly, Peter and [y/n] could admire Flash pushing everyone on his way. It was sure, his ego has took a big ass punch. [y/n] spend her way back home talking to Peter, they went along quite well. She talked to him about a movie, and she asked him if he wanted to come to her appartment so she could lend him the DVD and he accepted. Coming home, she was surprised to see the door unlocked but felt relieved when she saw her dad’s imposing stature in the kitchen. “ - Dad it’s me! I didn’t expected you this soon! she exclaimed, hugging her dad from behind.Peter took a look of the appartment living room and turned back when he heard [y/n]’s dad laughed. - You think I was going to miss your first day of class? He laughed but his smile dissapeared when he looked at his daughter. What happened? Did you get into a fight? - Yes.But nothing serious.You should see the other one’s face. You know I can take care of myself, she hinted trying to ease her dad. It was the case. - Just because you can doesn’t mean you should , he protested, ruffling her her. “ She groused before remembering her neighbor’s presence.  “ - By the way dad, this is Peter Parker, we have a few classes together and he lives on the apartment above us. Peter, this is my dad. “  She stepped aside and left the two men chat while looking for her DVD. “ - Nice to meet you kid, I’m mister Castle, but you can call me Franck. - Nice to meet you Sir “ he stummered, shaking his new neighbor’s massive hand. “ [y/n] reappeared giving Peter the DVD and they went to the door. “ - You’ll tell me your opinion! - No problem! See you tomorrow, warrior “ he joked before heading home. He was greeted by his aunt, who questionned him about how his day went. He answered quickly, claiming having a lot of homework. In his room, he thought about how crazy this day has been, mostly about the encounter with [y/n]. She exuted something special and her reflexes where on point. He laughed quietly, wondering if she could stand before Spiderman. After he was done with his light homework, and that he was sure her aunt was going out for her night shift, he put on his hero’s costume. As Peter Parker, he had time to think about his aunt, his studies, the bullies who thought they were scaring him, about [y/n]. But as Spiderman, he had to put thoses things aside. Especially since a few days, the human spider had found a new enemy. What was at first an urban legend just litteraly came alive. Coming back to the Queens, where he was born, the man was following no rules and allowed himself to kill a lot of people, from the mafia for sure, but people still. He was webbing from buildings to buildings and landed on a rooftop. It dominated the city, and he could listen to the police’s radio so he could find that man. He was easy to be identified, this man has been awarded the nickname ; the Punisher.

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The Last of Us Part II: A Challenging and Devastating Masterpiece Fans Did Not Want

Naughty Dog’s The Last of Us Part II is generating diverse and adamant responses from fans of the original with some lauding the title as a storytelling revelation. Others heavily criticize the narrative direction and the use of violence within. Numerous negative opinions stem from out of context leaked plot points and a staggering amount of deeply harmful misinformation. Tweets and forum posts boast multiple outlandish claims like the director performing motion capture for a sex scene, which he did not, or false accusations that the studio paid for positive reviews. However, many people have played the game honestly and still feel disappointed and upset at the experience. Their reaction is understandable. I myself finished the game shortly after its release following two grueling 15-hour long marathon play sessions and struggled at first, unsure of the story and its effects on me. But the more I reflect on my experience and the narrative, the more I come to appreciate the game for what it is: a brutal, risky, and devastating masterpiece that none of us wanted.

The Last of Us Part II is perhaps the first game I have seen inspire such a polarizing response and be subject to so much negative press solely for narrative choices. Most of the time, such backlash and “review bombing” indicates greedy and manipulative monetization schemes, or else rushed and underdeveloped projects. However, most people agree The Last of Us Part II has refined gameplay and fantastic animations. Sure it is not flawless, as the cycles of stealth and action gameplay start to become monotonous, especially during long play sessions, which seems at odds with the enthralling story encouraging players to stay engrossed in the world. However, the incredible acting and presentation alone could have earned the game universal acclaim. Yet, many people are angry, upset, or even downright disgusted with the narrative choices of writers Neil Druckmann and Halley Gross. While I disagree with these individuals, I do not deny their opinions on this challenging and divisive experience.

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Please Don't Do It || Steve Rogers

Summary: It was the end, you couldn’t take it anymore, you decided to end your life. Until a certain handsome 97 year old finds you and tries to change your mind…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, Depression, Reader Near-Death If you’re depressed or suicidal then, please please please ask for help. Ending your life is not worth it. You can talk to me ANYTIME, I don’t bite.

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You were alone in your bedroom, laying on the bed as tears were rolling down your cheeks. You’ve been holding it in all day. Seeing all those people smiling an happily living made you want to die. You felt like you were drowning, expect you could see everyone else around you breathe. That’s what depression felt like.

That was it for you. No one understood your pain. No one wants to help. No one.

You made your way to the bathroom, making sure to stop by the mirror, wanting to take one last look at yourself. You hated what you became, you used to be such a happy person, but now it was too late. That joy and desire to live you used to carry has been robbed from you. But then Steve came, and for a while, everything seemed to be better… but it didn’t last, unfortunatly. Not wanting him to abandon you, you never told your lover about your depression. You felt like you were a burden to him, and expressing to him how you felt would just add more weight on his shoulder. You didn’t feel like you mattered.

But what you didn’t know, is none of that was true, you did matter. You did have people who cared about you, you just needed to be brave enough to ask for help, because you deserved someone to be there for you, and help you get through those difficulties. But it didn’t really matter anymore now, did it?

Sighing for what would maybe be the last time, you opened the cap of the bottle, pourring a part of its content in your hand.

Ready to swallow the pills, you shakingly brought the pills close to your mouth when you heard a familiar voice shout.

“Don’t do it, please don’t do it (Y/N) .” No, you told yourself, what is he doing doing here?

“Baby, please don’t do it. I can’t lose you too. Please just put those pills down, love.” He gently whispered.

“You don’t get it Steve, you just don’t. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep putting a fake smile on my face and pretend I’m okay when I’m not. I can’t live with those people who pretend to be my friends while they actually hate me. This world is cruel and I can’t live in it anymore. You can’t understand my pain, no one can Steven. You’re better off without me, you’ll find someone better, there’s so many pretty girls out there who would kill to be with you. Please just let me die Steve.”

You whispered the last sentence, not finding enough strengh to use your voice. Steve was fighting back his own tears, blaming himself for not noticing sooner, all the signs were there, if only he just paid more attention to you.

“(Y/N) Look at me.” At first you ignored him, feeling too ashamed to face him. “Baby, hey, look at me. You don’t have to pretend anymore, okay? From now on, I want you to be honest with me. I want to help you fight this, I want to help you. Do you know why? Because I love you, because you’re the only one I want, those other girls mean nothing to me. (Y/N) please, just let me spend the rest of my life showing you how important you are to me.”

As he went on with his speech, he slowly took the pills from your hands, and hid them in his pockets, you didn’t take any actions to try to stop him. You were just exhausted, all you wanted was someone to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

Steve wrapped his arms around your fragile body. He then tightened his grip around you, never wanting to witness an event like this ever again.

“Please don’t let me go…” You desperately asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sob once again.

He kissed your hair and your forehead multiple times as you both sat down on the floor.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere, baby. Everything will be okay.  We’ll get through this together love, we’ll get trough this together.”

You weren’t alone anymore, everything was finally going to get better.