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Seen this post on Instagram a WHILE ago and wanted to make post based on the very first text.

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“Where is he?” I tapped my foot impatiently, and checked my phone once more. Every-time I did it felt like time would pass by slower, but Peter wasn’t getting here any faster.

“Are you ready to order ma’am?”

I shook my head, “If you don’t mind, I’ll just get the bill.” I said as my head hung low and I just wanted to get out of the restaurant.

After getting my bill, I paid not forgetting to leave a tip before walking outside and headed to my car.

I went inside the car and checked my messages between Peter and I.

‘i’m going to be late I KNOW I’M TRYING MY BEST’

My eyes skimmed over the text multiple times as if it’ll change and make him appear in front of me.

I sigh and turned my key in the ignition and started to drive off before Spider-Man came down and stood in front of my car.

I abruptly stopped the car causing me and the car itself to shake violently.

“Peter!” I mouthed, as he stopped traffic to get into the passenger seat of my car. “What the hell was that?”

“Drive, just drive!” He said and I hurried to step on the gas and drive, whilst avoiding the other cars on the road.

“What the hell, Pete?”

“I know, I’m so so sorry. But there were these bad guys, and then they… Woah.. you look amazing.”

“And you look Spider-Man, you wanna..?” Hinting that he should change his clothes, without being seen obviously.

“Right.” He got in the backseat of my car, and changed into whatever clothes he left in the back of my car.

After he changed, he got back into true front trying not to elbow or hit me with any body part for that matter.

“Again, I’m really sorry, I missed out on what could have been a great dinner with you.”

“It’s okay, Peter.” I said reaching over to grab his hand and squeezed it tight.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Dinner at the Parker residence?” I said, with a cheeky grin.

“Your favorite?”

“You know it.”

“Tomorrow at 8?”

“Sounds perfect.” We smiled at each other as I pulled up at his apartment building. “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” He smiled wordlessly, before getting out of the car and waved goodbye to me as I pulled off.

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“I don’t know how you don’t freak out every time you do that,” I said, as he helped me climb into his bedroom window from the fire escape.

“It’s something you get used to.” He climbed in and took off his mask. “Just don’t look down and you’ll be fine.” He smiled, giving me a thumbs up.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” He said as he began to take off his Spidey suit.

“This is a long shot, but do you ever think I could try that on?”

“This? I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but it does get very hot in there.” He said and handed me the suit.

“Nothing I can’t handle, Peter.” I smile, setting down the suit to take off my clothes.

“Oh! Uh.. do you need me to turn around? I-I can turn around for you, I’m turning around now.”

“Relax, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, Pete.” I said, not having to meet his eyes to know his face was a definitely some shade of pink.

“You can look now.” He turns around and laughs. “It’s a little loose in the chest area.”

“It’s cause you haven’t done this,” he said and pressed the middle of my chest and it suction cupped itself to my body. “Better?”

“Much better.” I go over to his mirror and noticed it accentuated more of my body natural curves. “What do you think, Pete? Think I could take over your job?”

“You definitely could, just don’t want you getting hurt.” He said and I turned to him and gave him a look. “NOT that you can’t protect yourself, that’s not what I’m saying at all.” He said, quickly trying to backtrack, desperately trying to save his own skin.

I laughed and pulled him in close, “You talk too much.”

“Yeah, I’ve been known to ramb—” I cut him off, by placing a kiss to his lips and I smiled into the kiss, as I felt him melt under me.

Almost like he turned to putty in my hands..

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Imagine the reader reacting to Loki sacrificing himself to save all the timelines.

Pairing: S2!Loki x Reader

(Writing this made me so emotional yall don’t even know-)

“Loki— Loki, please don’t.” I pleaded looking into his eyes, I knew what he was thinking before he did.

“I have to.” He said trying to walk past me, but I was quick to grab hold of him.

“Please just.. just think this through.” I said, holding onto him, but forcefully but still with that same gentle nature he only used with me.

“There’s no time for that, alright? I need to do this.” He takes a napkin from his pocket and hands it to me.

I began to unfold it, but he stops me. Eyes locked onto mine and he shook his head. “Not yet.

“I’ll miss you dearly, my dear.”

“I’ll miss you too.” I looked away and wiped the tears from my eyes. I had been so strong and so in control of my emotions, up until this very moment.

He gently turned my face to his and placed a kiss to my forehead, my cheek, then my lips. I held onto him for dear life.

As if it would keep him here.

Yes, the world and all the multiverses and timelines would all be destroyed, as well as us, but at least we’d have still been together for it.

It ended all too soon we notice more of the branches were breaking like little rubber bands.

He let me go and headed towards the stairs. He looked at us all once more before descending them. The door shut behind him and Mobius and Sylvie danged on the door.

“Open the door.”

“Loki. What are you doing?”

“I know what I want. I know what kind of god I need to be for her.. For all of us.”

“No!”

“Loki!”

I watched as his clothes, began to deteriorate right in front of our eyes, and began to transform into his signature green color. He unraveled all the timelines and began to grab each one and they began to light up green.

Loki walked off the gangway causing a staircase to form under his feet, a door way opened up for him and he walked into it.

Taking all the branches with him.

All of it. Gone.

No timelines.

No explosions.

All of our worries supposedly gone.

I’m glad they are, but I’m not glad I can’t wake up to Loki every morning. I can’t see him, I can’t talk to him.

Nothing.

Not saying no one else has that same issue, not being able to have another conversation with him again, but I’ve been with him since we were kids.

Him using his power to show me cool things, I’ve never seen before. He used to do it all the time, but now I’ll never be able to see it again.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Are you alright?” Mobius asked shaking me, forcing me to come back to my senses.

I looked around and everyone was standing above me, all this thinking and I didn’t even realize or react to the pain due to me falling to my knees.

“You fell after Loki saved us. Do you want to talk about it?” O.B. said.

“No, I don’t.” I said standing up with the help of Mobius and walked towards the doors to the room.

“I think you really should tal—”

“I said, NO!” I exclaimed and the chairs and stuff in the room got flung.

“I think you should leave her alone.” Victor stammered out eventually, gripping onto his bag for dear life.

“Give me your TemPad.” I held out my hand to O.B.

“But— But— it’s mine..”

“‘But nothing. Give me your TemPad.” I demanded, causing him to sigh and hand it over. I put in a destination, and walked into the door.

No one dared to stop me. I needed this and they knew I did.

I ended up going back to Asgard when it was still built. I seen the younger version of myself laying on my bed. Someone knocked on the door.

“May I come in?” The voice asked, and little me didn’t respond, but the person still came in anyway.

I watched as little Loki came in clearly holding something behind his back.

“(Y/N)?”

“Go away, Loki.” I mumbled, but still directed my voice at him.

“I came here to—”

“I said, GO!” I yelled at something was thrown across the room in his direction, with my powers. It didn’t hit him and I didn’t want it to, I just wanted to be left alone.

Was that so hard?

“I’m not sure, what’s upset you— and I’m not asking you to tell me. I just.. I just want to show you something.”

I didn’t say anything to him a part of me wanted nothing from him, but the other part wanting to see what it was he had.

He crept closer to my bed, slowly sitting down on the other side, so my back was turned to him.

I watch him reach out and hover his hand over my back. He wanted to rub my back, but didn’t want to anger me more. So, he pushed the thought out of his head.

“Here it is.”

“Show it to me.”

“I can’t exactly do that, if you’re facing the other way.” He said. I huffed and sat up, with the blanket still covering my lower body.

I grabbed the item and opened the bag there was a bracelet in it.

The handkerchief made of cloth you could only find in Asgard. It was green, with a yellow border and our initials embroidered into it.

The bracelet had was made up of jewels you could only find in Asgard, and small versions of the runes on it, spelling out our initials on it too.

“Loki, It’s so pretty, where’d you find this?”

“Had someone hand make it. Fine work, they did.” He moves closer gently taking the piece of jewelry and held it underneath my wrist. “May I?”

I nod and watch him put the bracelet around my wrist. He was done in seconds, but still held onto my wrist to admire it on me.

He mentally shook himself out of the trace, I didn’t even know I put on him, and looked at me.

“Look now we match.” He said and took out a matching handkerchief, with our initials embroidered into it.

I couldn’t help, but smile at it.

“Are you still mad?”

“A little bit..”

“Good, I’m glad I could help calm you down even if was just.. a little bit.” He said standing up and went to my room door, taking the handkerchief with him.

“Loki?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Thank you. For everything.” I said, and he smiled. It wasn’t one of those fake, mischievous smiles he does. It was a genuine smile, and he didn’t do that for just anyone.

“Of course, my dear. Sweet dreams.” He said, closing the door behind him. I watched myself fiddle with the bracelet, before going to sleep with it on.

I opened the napkin and the item itself fell out and I rushed to grab it before feel off the roof, I was sitting atop of.

I hid the item from my eyes, not wanting to ruin the surprise, until I read the words on the napkin first.

‘My dearest (Y/N),

I know you’re angry and upset with me for this, but I knew what I had to do. And it was necessary for you to continue living.

I want you to know, I do not regret doing all the things we did together as kids all the way to adulthood. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

I know it’s going to take some time for you to forgive me, and that’s okay. I found my glorious purpose, and I know you will too.

I love and care for you and I will never stop loving and caring for you, my dear.

Sincerely yours, Loki.

P.S. I still have mine.’

After reading it, I held it close to my chest and cried. Crying till my eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

I was a little confused on what the post sentence meant until I realized, I had still been holding onto the item Loki put in the napkin. I slowly opened my hand. And what I had seen almost made me cry harder, if that’s even possible.

I open my hand to reveal the bracelet, Loki had given me before.

I hadn’t worn it, due it to it going missing. I was so devastated that I didn’t want to tell him that I did. I didn’t want him mad at me for being so careless.

I laid down on my back and stared at the sky. I raise my arm to admire the bracelet in try natural glow of the night sky. I smile at it vowing to never take it off, unless necessary.

It warmed my heart to hear that, Loki’s out there somewhere, controlling and watching over all the branches of time, with our handkerchief close to his heart..

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Prince!Loki x Lady!Reader

Told from (Y/N)’s P.O.V

Loki is about to be crowned as King, but he has something he wants to do beforehand…

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I softly groan at the feeling of the bright Agardian sun shining directly onto my face. I shield my face from the sun, which caused a laugh to be heard from the other person in the room.

“I take it, you don’t like the sun?”

“No, that’s not it. It just feels as though, it’s very bright in Asgard.” I replied turning to see Loki, changing into his clothes.

“Excited for today?” I asked, getting up out of the bed and walked over to him.

“I knew this day was coming, my dear. It was only a matter of time.” I smiled, and placed my hand on his chest.

“Careful, this is fine Asgardian leather.” He said.

“Well, then pardon me. Your Highness..” I removed my hands from him entirely.

“No, no.” He says and gently put my hands back onto his body. “I don’t care what I’m wearing, or if I’m even wearing anything, I just want your hands on me.” He admitted leaning down to kiss me.

I grin and kissed him back gently until a knock is heard on the door. “Prince Loki? We need you in the main hall for the ceremony.”

I pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. “Thank you for that, but you need to get going.”

“I have a better idea.” Loki summoned a clone of himself and ordered that version of himself to follow the servant and the royal guards.

“Now, where were we?”

“Loki! This is your big day, you have to go out there yourself.”

“I’m sure I can spare a few minutes, can’t I?” He said, kissing along my jaw and down my neck.

“No, no. You can’t.”

“Your lips are saying now, but your body is betraying you, my dear.” He said, holding my close to his body.

I tried to refrain from giving into his sensual actions, but with a man as charming as Loki— you learn to give into temptation.

“Fine. Only a few minutes do you understand?” I said, leaving no room for argument.

He smirked, “Of course, Lady (Y/N).” He was quick to push everything off the table, that was behind us.

He wanted nothing standing in the way of him getting exactly what he wanted…

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Imagine: Dr. Strange does the spell on Peter and makes everyone forget who Peter is or was.

ALL FROM PETER’S POV

Peter Parker x Platonic!Romantic!Reader

(You can decide if the relationship between Peter is platonic or romantic.)

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” I exclaimed, as I ran up the stairs to their apartment building and banged on the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Mrs. (L/N)?”

“Yes, that’s me..?” (Y/N)’s mother said with a questionable tone and folded her arms as she looked at me.

“Where’s (Y/N)? Are they here?”

“Yes..? Come in.” She said hesitantly, before telling (Y/N) to come out of their room.

“Give them a few minutes.” I nod in understanding, standing in the living room, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

“I’m sorry, how do you know.. my child?”

“I..um.. it’s a bit of a long story.” I said, wiping my clammy palms on the sides of my clothes.

“Yeah, mom?” They asked coming out of their room. “Who’s this?”

“I thought he was your friend or classmate from school.”

“No, I’ve never seen him in my life.”

“But he knew your name.” Their mom said and (Y/N) turned to me with furrowed brows.

“How do you know my name? I don’t even know you.”

“I’m Peter Parker. You don’t remember me? Or know me? Like at all?”

“I don’t, I would remember someone with a name like that.” They admitted and I felt my heart sink.

I knew what I was in for, when I told Mr. Strange to cast that spell on me, but I kind of hoped.

I hoped that even they would remember who I was. I think.. No, I know I made the right decision..

I just don’t think I was ready to face the consequences..

“Excuse me? Uh, Peter was it?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I have to go, something came up. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience.” I said, and rushed out of the house.

I put on my suit and climbed all the way up to one of the many buildings in NYC, and sat there.

I took off my mask and felt my tears fall down to my chin.

Letting Strange’s words play around in my head, like a broken record.

“But you have got to understand that would mean everyone, who knows and loves you—we would have no memory of you. It would be as though you would have never existed.”

“I know.. Do it.”

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I loved this idea and made a little story, I wrote the beginning of it on Christmas, but just finished it now.

I hope it’s good! Merry (late) Christmas and a Happy New Years to those who celebrate!

Pairing: Clint Barton x Parent!Reader

I squint as the curtains in our bedroom were open and the duvet got heavier in certain spots of the cover.

“Wake up! It’s Christmas!” Nathaniel said, as he climbed into bed with us.

“Good morning to you too, Nate.” I smiled and pulled him close, so I can hug him.

“We’re coming, we are.” Clint groaned as he sat up.

“You said that 10 minutes ago.” Lila said as she walked to into our room.

“Yeah, well this time I mean it.” He got out of bed, lifting Nate up into the air, before setting him down outside the door.

“Where’s Cooper?” I asked Lila.

“Probably still asleep in his room.”

“Wake up your brother. Mom and I will be out in a second.” Clint closed the door and turned to me, I smile at him.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Barton.”

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Barton.” He replied back and I feel my smile grow wide. I watched him walk over to me and gave him a soft kiss to the lips.

“Ready to open presents now?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He replied and I elbowed him and walked out our room, heading straight to the living room.

“Alright, let’s get to unwrapping!” I hand a gift to each kid, before taking out my phone and recording this moment.

“Mom, do you have to record us?” Cooper asked, clearly not wanting to be seen on camera due to us all wearing matching pajamas. As per my request.

“Yes, I do. What if I want to relive this moment later on?”

He groaned and looked into the camera. “It’s only for today, can we do this just this once?”

“Alright, alright.” He agreed and I smiled.

“Now, everyone on the count of three tear open those presents! One… Tw— Three!” I said not being able to wait any longer.

And they all were count off guard, but still tore open all their gifts, with the same excited looks on their faces.

As if I didn’t think their faces couldn’t light up anymore, boy was I wrong.

They light up like the Christmas tree lighting down at Rockefell Center.

I swear, I could almost see a glimmer and each other their eyes.

Once all the gifts were unwrapped, I picked up all the bow, ribbon and wrapping paper. And started throwing it all out in the trash.

Clint followed close behind and held me still for a moment.

“Now, that the kids are a little busy. I wanted to give you this.” Clint said pulling me to the side and handed me a red velvet box.

“What’s this?” I asked him, but I knew good and well, he wouldn’t tell me.

I opened it and it was a necklace with a locket on it. “Clint…”

“Open it up.” He said, excitedly. I smiled and opened the locket to show all of us in the picture.

All three of the kids, Clint and I.

I put a hand over my mouth, as tears brimmed my lower eye lids.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, and I love you. Thank you so much.” I hugged him tight and kissed him when we pulled away from each other.

“I love you too, baby.” He said, helping me put on the necklace before bringing me into another long hug.

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Dove

This short story contains a choking kinks, BDSM, and Orgasm Denial (kind of..).

It was originally going to be a Villain reader, but I’ll let you decide that. Whether that be a villain, hero or just a regular human being. That’s up to you.

Paring: Clint Barton x Reader

Got inspo from a tiktok by Atlas.

(Below is what was said in the tiktok.)

“Look me in my eyes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No Dove, it’s too late for sorry.”

The hand wrapped around my throat tighten and the hot and deep breaths taken in by Clint and released onto my neck made me gulp.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I—”

“No, Dove. It’s too late for sorry.” He pushed me lower so I could fell his mouth, extremely close to my ear. “You wanted to act like that? Let me show you just what happens, baby bird.”

He finally lets go of my throat, and I immediately sucked in as much air, as I could get in. “You know where to go.” He said with his back turned to me, before heading outside for something.

I wasn’t sure, where he went specifically, but I wasn’t going to stick around to worsen the problem for myself.

I went upstairs, and laid myself out on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

I watched as he pushed the already ajar door open and stood in front the bed.

“Where’d you go?” I ask, softly due to the choking just moments before.

“Garage. To get this.” He said and held out the big bundle of rope he brought upstairs for him to use.

He tossed it on the bed, carelessly and I noticed it almost hit my head. “Clint! You almost hit me!”

“Excuse me? You act like you don’t have any sense all day and you want to yell at me now?” He stated and slowly began to pipe down. “Don’t worry, that attitude will be taken care of by the end of this.”

Clint wasted no time and instantly rid my body of the outfit that I picked out specifically, for teasing him this morning.

Once it was off, he threw it all to the floor.

He took a moment to stare down at me, wanting nothing more than to just fuck me senseless, but there was a method to this madness.

He couldn’t give in to it yet, he wanted me to wait for it. Beg for it. Plead for it, even.

He took the rope and tied me to the bed frame.

And stood back to admire his handy-work.

Not even a few minutes in and I was already growing tired of this. I didn’t want him to know that though, but nothing gets past Clint.

“What’s wrong, baby bird? The consequences of your own actions getting to you?” He teased and I rolled my eyes. “I know, baby. I know.” He laughed.

“Let’s speed things up then shall we?” He said, and slowly to take off his shirt.

And when I say slow, I mean sloooow.

It’s like watching paint dry type of slow.

He let his shirt drop to the floor, before slowly climbing on top of me, crawling all the way up so we were face-to-face.

He looks down at my lips and then back up to my eyes. Smirking, he leans down to put his face in the corner of my neck and softly kissed all over my hot skin.

I sucked in a gasp of air, and that caused a chuckle to emit from the notorious Arrow Guy.

“You like that, huh?” He asked continuing the act. “Hm? Especially when I do it right.. here?”

He went straight to that one spot on my neck that made me want to levitate, I swear. He didn’t need to know that he knew he was doing numbers on my neck right now.

But if he needed any clarification, he could just glance at me struggling against my restraints.

“Trying to break free?” He asked, with an added tsk. “Struggle all you like, you will not be set free just yet…”

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A/N: I wanted to make a Spider-Man comfort type story, the reader is worried about both Peter and Miles, putting themselves into danger to save New York.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader/ Miles Morales x Friend!Reader

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“You know, you gotta stop doing this,” I said, walking over to Peter with a bowl of warm water and a towel. “Putting yourself in danger, and look at the result.”

“Ha-Ha!”

“I’m talking to you too, Miles.” I said, glancing over at him and he went quiet all of a sudden. “I mean seriously…”

“If we don’t do it, who will?”

“You think the cops are all suddenly not going to help the city? All those years of training for two Spidermen-”

“Easy with that! It’s delicate information.” Miles said and I tossed the towel at him so he can clean himself up.

“For you two to show up and take over everything. You can’t save everyone, with just you guys. I’m not saying neither of you are capable, but I’m just saying that the cops can try and lessen the amount of work and injuries you guys have to deal with.” I said and stood up and watched my hands clean of any blood that might’ve landed on me from cleaning the boys cuts.

Peter came up to me and put a hand on the small of my back, and I instantly felt my back grow warm with the slightest touch of his hand.

“Yes, Peter?”

“I’m sorry for all the times I made you worry. We don’t try and go out there to come back hurt, it’s just the way things go.”

“I know, I know you don’t. But what if one day you come back not on two legs, but dead. Gone..” I said turning and looking at him teary eyed.

“I can’t promise that I won’t get hurt saving the city, but I can promise I’m not leaving you like that.”

“But what if—?”

“But nothing, come here.” He said pulling me into his arms and rested his chin on top of my head.

“Peter—”

“Ah, ah, ah! This is hug time.” He said and I sighed, but couldn’t wipe the smile that slowly appeared on my face.

“I’m sorry, for the way I acted before.”

“Don’t be, I know I’d do the same thing, if I was in your shoes. But I don’t think I can fit into your heels.” He said with a shake of his head.

I furrow my brows and looked up at him.

“Sorry. Bad joke, tense situation.” I laugh, gave him a kiss to the cheek and let go of him, heading into the living room.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Peter said, to which I never responded, but he still followed me into the living room.

“What about me, man?”

“I got myself out of trouble now, it’s your turn.”

“Really? Come on, man! What happened to the Spidey Pact?”

“I thought you hated it?”

“I never said that!” Miles said pleading with Peter, and I stood back watching the whole ordeal.

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Imagine you call the Valorant characters by their government name.

You seen the trend on tiktok and got a kick out of it and decided to try it on the boys.

(I had started writing one for Chamber, but I can’t think of anything to put 😭)

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I was chilling at Gekko’s house and remembered the trend of calling your significant other, using their entire government name.

I was sitting on the couch with Gekko and his mom was in the kitchen. I excused myself got up from the couch and pretended to go to the bathroom.

I took out my phone and got ready to yell out his name, “Mateo Armendáriz De la Fuente!”

I yelled and the show we were watching was paused and the running water in the kitchen was shut off.

I tried not to laugh knowing that the both of them were definitely listening to me now.

“Uh.. yes?” He asked on the other side of the door.

“Get in here, right now.” I demanded and he slowly crept closer to the bathroom door.

“¿Qué hiciste esta vez, Mateo?” His mom asked from the kitchen.

“¡No lo sé!” He replied, and slowly opened the door. “Whatever I did, I didn’t mean it. I can go get you boba from your favorite shop? Make it up to you?”

“I can’t believe you would do such a thing.”

“What’d I do? And will boba make it better?”

“Didn’t say you loved me today.” I said, as he let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh my— You scared me, you know that?” He said, putting a hand on his chest, calming his beating heart.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see how you’d react.” I said, putting a hand on his cheek. “I love you, Mateo.” I said, smiling and kissed his cheek.

“Yo también te quiero, hermosa.”

“And I’ll say it more often, so you I don’t have to give me a heart attack again, okay?” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Deal.”

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“I’m telling you, Pen, nothing happened last night, okay? End of story.”

“Oh, you always make it hard to get anything out of you, (L/N). But so help me, I will travel the ends of the Earth to find out what happened that night.”

“What’s going on here?” Emily asked walking into the office.

“Well—”

“She won’t tell me what happened on their date with Reid.” Penelope said, after cutting me off, mid sentence.

“You went on a date with Reid?” Question Emily.

“I did. He asked me out and I—”

“He also asked you out?” I rolled my eyes and grabbed the files that were on my desk and sorted them.

“Well, now you have tell us what happened.” Emily said, I scoffed.

“I’m not telling you guys anything.” I set the files down and went over to the coffee machine, unable to think.

I watched as Spencer walked into the office, and smiled at him.

A faint blush rose to his cheeks, making it look like he was ill.

“Oh, now I have to know.” Penelope said, before going to her lair, and tried to figure out what happened the night of Spencer and I’s date.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: I had a prompt for this particular story.

Prompt: I don’t wanna die.

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"I...I don't wanna die.."

"Yer' not gonna die, you 'ear me?"

"Please don't let it take me." I said not exactly sure what 'it' meant, but given the circumstances it was either the virus from the bite or the light.

Which ever came faster that is.

"I won't." He exclaimed, practically growled at me, looking me in the eyes. The eyes that usually showed little to no emotion, had tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

Daryl wouldn’t cry in front of everyone scared to show any signs of weakness, but in front of me and he’d do anything.

Even if that means shedding a tear or two.

"Where was she bit?" Everyone looked at me for confirmation, but all I can do was choke out one word.

“Neck..” They looked at Hershel and he sided, shaking his head 'no.' Lord, if that only hadn't made you sob harder.

"What do you mean 'no?' I don't- I can’t lose her to one of those bastards. Now, if you don't do something right now, I swear to god I will shoot you dead right now."

Daryl threatened, griping onto Hershel’s shirt, and Rick grabbed him roughly, moving him away from Hershel.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. But she has two choices." He didn't need to say it, in order for us to know what they where, we had already gone through it with Jim.

"I don't want to go, but Daryl," He grabbed my hand tightly, putting a hand on my cheek. "It hurts, it's hurt so much." I said taking in so many breaths of air, as if it'll patch up the wound, get rid of the virus, and make me immune.

If only life had worked that way..

But this is how it ended. This is how it ended for you. This is your stop, if you could turn the metaphorical car around and turn back time, you would.

God, you would do it with so much quickness, you'd have lost control of the wheel.

But it was time for you to say your 'goodbyes.’

Ready or not.

It was time to go to sleep..

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Imagine helping Gekko dye his hair.

Spanish words are in Bold/Italics.

(I used the translator they have on my phone, so if some of these words or wrong blame them-)

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I watched as Mateo set up his phone, I smiled and rested my chin on his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss seeing your hair blonde like this, you know?” I said, running my fingers over his short hair.

“I’ve only had it like this for a day, nena.”

“Well, I really like the color on you.”

“How ‘bout when the green dye starts to change color, I’ll dye it blonde, okay?”

“I’m going to hold you to that, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” He said and I hit his shoulder and he clutched it in mock hurt.

“Are you eady?” I asked as I watched Mateo threw up peace sign, in the cameras direction.

“Claro que sí! Let’s do this.” I put on the gloves and looked down at his blonde hair.

I put the green dye on my gloves and began to put it all over his blonde locks. When it was all over his hair, I put a shower cap on him and we waited for the dye fully color his hair.

“What do you want to do while waiting?” I asked, and I sat wingman down on my lap and slowly pat his head.

“Well, we could talk about when you’re going to join VALORANT.”

I audibly groaned, “I already told you, I’m not going to join it.”

“Yeah, I heard that, but I’m pretty sure you were fibbing.”

“It wasn’t a fib! I really don’t want to.”

“But do you know how fun it would be? Working side-by-side? Saving the world?” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“No, thank you, Mateo. And besides I don’t even know how to use my powers.”

“That’s cause you don’t have anyone to help you out, but lucky for you, I know a guy.”

“Is it Brimstone?”

“Pfft, no! Guess again.”

“Phoenix would be cool to have as a mentor.”

“Oh, vaya— Me!” He exclaimed.

“I knew, it was you. I was just kidding.” I said, and gave him a side hug. “But even if you teach me, I still don’t think I’d be good enough to protect the world.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just think I’m better off, having you guys protect us. I’ll just stay home.” I replied and Wingman turned to me, and I noticed his face looked a bit sad. “Sorry, Wingman.”

“Hey, look at me, don’t think like that. You’d be perfect for it.”

“But—”

“No, but’s! You’ve talked about changing the world for the better and helping out anyway you can. This is your chance!”

I sigh, and knew that he was right. I always showed care for any and every living thing, whether that be an animal or human.

“Tell you what; I’m going to wash this dye out of my hair, and then we are going to show you the ropes.”

“Who’s we? You and Wingman?” I ask and he shakes his head with a smug grin. “Who?”

“You’ll see.” He said, standing up to wash the dye out.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Never written for J.A.R.V.I.S. ever in my life, but I still hope it’s good and brings you guys a sense of comfort.

Pairing: J.A.R.V.I.S. x Platonic!Reader

Synopsis: Imagine having trouble sleeping and J.A.R.V.I.S. is there for you.

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“Oh, (Y/N)! What are you doing up at this hour?” I heard J.A.R.V.I.S. ask, as I crept out of my room.

“I uh.. I’m not sure really.”

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah, something like that.” I said, sitting down at the table bar, in Tony’s house. I didn’t get a drink, just sat there and looked at my hands.

“Do you wish to talk about it?”

“I.. It’s just there’s not much to talk about really.” I stated clearly lying, and reach over to take one of the coasters off the table.

“I don’t mean to pry, but I’m here if you need me.”

I nod, standing up from the chair and went into Tony’s office. I sat in his chair and tried to access his computer.

‘Enter passcode. Of course, there’s a passcode.’

I tried so many things, before forgetting that J.A.R.V.I.S. probably knows the code.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.?”

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Do you know Tony’s password, by chance?”

“I do, but I’m afraid I can’t tell it to you.”

“Please? I really need it.” J.A.R.V.I.S. doesn’t say anything.

“It’s not for anything bad, don’t worry. Please just tell me. Or at least unlock it, so you don’t have to tell me.” I begged and J.A.R.V.I.S. eventually did unlock it.

“Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S.!”

“You’re very welcome.” He says even though he’s artificial intelligence, I could tell he’s probably smiling at that moment.

I nod and connected my phone to the computer and saw the window pop-up. It was all the photos and videos, I had stored on my phone.

I look at the newly made album called ‘IM/BW.’ I hovered the mouse over it and hesitated.

“Something wrong, (Y/N)?”

“No.. I just gotta do it.”

“These things can’t be rushed. If you need more time, take more time. No one will be mad or upset with you for it.”

“No, no. I’m ready.” I continue to hover over the album and couldn’t bring myself to do it. “Can you do it for me?”

“I thought you were ready?”

“I am. I just want you to do it, as like surprise almost.” I said, and a couple seconds later it’s clicked, and pictures and video dated back to 2012 all the way to 2023.

I began to reminisce and was reminded of all the fun times I’ve had with both Tony and Natasha.

The good, the bad, even the ugly.

I watched as J.A.R.V.I.S. slowly showed each picture and video, I took with the both of them. I felt my eyes brim with tears, feeling the sadness overtake me yet again.

Like the first time I found out what happened to them.

Next thing I knew, the slideshow had come to an end, and I needed to take a moment to collect myself.

“I’m sorry for crying so much, but I think I needed that.”

“Don’t ever apologize for showing any sort of emotion. If you need to let out whatever it is you’re feeling, let it out. It’s never a good idea to bottle it up.” I nod as J.A.R.V.I.S.’s words, and took my phone with me.

“I’m going back to bed now. Thank you for doing that for me. It means a lot.”

“Anything for you, (Y/N). Goodnight.” I smiled and slowly walked back to my room.

I was still sad about what happened, but glad to know that J.A.R.V.I.S. is here for me, when I need it.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

hallo do you still take henry danger request?

Of course! But I’m only writing for Henry at the moment, no Ray just yet.

But send it my way!

~Kiwi

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

I have a readiest for Daryl Dixon if your doing it and feel comfortable writing it. I need a Daryl Dixon fic with daughter reader except she’s black (no shade to any other races I just have a specific idea with this one). She’d met the group in the first season and she’s related to t-dog or Jaquie and she’s suffering with their death she’s like shut down and angry because they were the last person she had left but Daryl (despite how he grew up) took her in and became like a father/brother figure to her.

Because in all honesty I feel like Daryl is not at all racist even in early season 2

If you don’t feel comfortable writing that’s fine just let me know so I can ask another creator 😉🫶🏼 if you do then thank you so so much

Thank you for the ask!

Unfortunately I can’t write this one.

Not because I’m uncomfortable with it, that’s not the problem. I’m just not sure how to tackle this. I tried, but I can’t think of how to go about it.

I do hope you find someone to do finish it for you! 🫶🏽