The Last Of Us Part II: A Challenging And Devastating Masterpiece Fans Did Not Want

Description: Bucky’s an awkward duckling and I love him very much.

A/N: Here’s another guilt drabble. I swear I’m working on Making History, but work is hell. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.

“Steve,” Y/N whined. “When’re we stopping for the night? We’ve been driving for hours.”  She shifted uncomfortably and rammed her legs into the back of Sam’s seat. In response, he reclined his chair and sandwiched her back against the car. “Ugh!”

Steve wearily sighed and watched Y/N struggle with Sam in the mirror. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and his friends, or should he say his children, weren’t making the trip easier. “Sorry, but it’s gonna be a few hours. Just try to take a nap, alright?”

“How? I can’t get comfortable!” she groaned.

“Deal with it,” Sam said with a smirk.

Y/N huffed and pounded her fists into the back of his seat. She looked at Bucky, eyes pleading for help, but he just shrugged and offered a sympathetic smile. He knew better than to sit behind Sam on a road trip. He turned and starred out his window, watching quietly as the trees blurred into the night horizon and the world passed him by.

“Fine.” Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out from under Sam. She scooted over and planted herself in the middle seat, kicking her feet up on the armrest. “Much better,” she sighed in content.

When she rested her body against Bucky’s, the breath hitched in his throat. His heart skipped a beat and pounded so hard that he swore she could hear it. He hadn’t had anyone be this comfortable around him in decades. Usually, they didn’t even want to look at him, much less touch him.

He liked the feeling, though. It was a cold night, and Steve insisted on leaving the AC on, but Bucky could feel Y/N’s warmth radiate through the fabric of her sweater. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep. That okay, Jamie?” She asked and smiled up at him.

The flush rose in his cheeks and he just nodded.  “Good,” she yawned. She stretched as much as she could in the small space. Within an hour, she had fallen asleep curled against him, head resting gently in his lap. He tried to focus on anything other than her, but her sweet snores and sleepy mumbling strained his concentration.

Bucky tapped Steve’s shoulder. “Steve,” he whispered. “Steve we have to pull over.”

“Why, Buck?”

“Because Y/N fell asleep,” Bucky said.

“And?” Steve asked.

“You keep hittin’ bumps and I don’t want her to wake up,” he answered matter-of-factly. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently playing with it.

Sam scoffed. “Does the Winter Soldier have a crush?” He teased.

“No,” Bucky sneered, lying to himself. “I just want her to get some rest, okay?”  

Steve grinned over at Sam. “Oh yeah, he’s definitely crushing.”

“Bucky and Y/N sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g-” Sam started.

“I hate both of you.”

24 and 35 for Peter please?

24. “If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.”35. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”_____________________________________________________________

“Dan Reynolds, put that down!” you yell across the chaotic apartment, rushing towards the mischievous seven year-old holding the kitchen knife. He grins at you and drops it on the floor with a clatter before rushing away to find another part of the home to wreak havoc on.

Whoever said babysitting is fun is a dirty liar.

Placing the knife safely back into the block, you turn around and look for where the little monster went. Then you hear a knock on the door. Groaning, you head towards the door, already thinking of how you’re going to tell Mrs. Reynolds that you can’t babysit anymore. You cry out when you trip over something just as you reach the door, and you place your hands against it to regain your balance.

Looking down, you see another one of Dan’s shoes. “Daniel, if I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away!”

With that said, you open the door, and are shocked to see a cute boy around your age, smiling softly down at you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, I-I’m Peter. I live in the apartment next door.”

You smile bashfully up at him, internally wishing he didn’t see you in this state. “I’m (y/n).”

He smiles crookedly, and your heart melts a little. “So, you’re the Reynolds’ babysitter this week?” You nod. “That’s a crazy thing to take on. Do you mind if I come in?”

Shaking away your mindlessness, you open the door wider and allow him to enter. “Watch out for the shoes,” you warn.

Peter looks around the home, and a blush dusts your cheeks at the state of the apartment. “You know,” he says, “this is the best I’ve seen this apartment when sitters come.”

You scoff. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Daniel!”

“Peter!” You hear the little boy squeal before he comes flying around the corner in his pajamas (that you barely managed to get on him) and hugs Peter around the tops of his legs.

Peter laughs, and your mouth drops open in shock. “Hey, kiddo. Having fun?” Dan turns around and gives you his mischievous grin again and nods. You resist the urge to scowl down at him. “Good!” Peter exclaims. “But it’s time for you to go to bed, but first you have to put your shoes away like (y/n) said.”

Dan crosses his arms and fixes Peter with a glare. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

“I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

Dan’s eyes widen with shock and fear and he rushes away, beginning to pick up his shoes and put them on the rack by the door. You look up at Peter in shock. “How–”

“If there’s one thing you need to know about Dan, it’s that he’s terrified of his mother.” Peter laughs. “Kinda weird, actually, because his mom is the sweetest and,” he leans over and whispers, “spoils him rotten, if you can’t already tell.”

You laugh, and watch as Dan trudges toward his bedroom, mumbling a half-hearted “good night.” Peter and you say it back, and you finally get a good look at the apartment. “This is going to take forever to clean up,” you realize.

Peter glances over at you, and now, it’s his turn to blush. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail with strands falling out, but he couldn’t care less. And your eyes are beautiful. He gulps and looks away before you notice him staring. You just might be one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever met.

“You know,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I could stay and help you clean up.”

You look up at him and shake your head. “Oh, no no no, that won’t be necessary, you’ve helped enough already.”

“I don’t mind!” Peter insists, already moving to the kitchen and putting dishes in the sink. “With two of us, it shouldn’t take as long.”

Smiling, you move to the living area and begin to pick up the various toys and put them in a basket that the Reynolds’ keep for Dan. You and Peter make small talk as you work, and he’s right–it does go much faster than it would if it was just you. Sooner than you would have liked, the two of you are done cleaning, and you stand at the door together.

“It was really nice to meet you, Peter,” you say, smiling up at him. “And thank you so much for all of your help.”

“Anytime.” He grins. “The next time you babysit, I’ll be happy to come over again. The Reynolds’ know me, so I’m sure they don’t mind.”

Your heart drops–you weren’t planning on babysitting for Dan ever again–but flutters when you think about seeing Peter again. “Sounds good to me.” You smile.

Peter scratches the back of his neck. “So, um, could I, maybe, have your number? We could go see a movie sometime, or do something else, or…” He trails off, laughing as a blush comes over his cheeks. You’re blushing too.

“Sure,” you whisper, getting your phone out of your pocket. He smiles, and the two of you exchange numbers, before continuing your awkward stalemate by the door. He’s smiling adorably down at you, and you up at him. Neither of you want to leave quite yet.

Gathering your courage, you stand up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Bye, Peter.”

By now, he’s blushing madly. “Bye,” he whispers. You smile once more at him before shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you smile to yourself. There’s something about that boy.

Little do you know, he’s skipping back to his apartment, thinking the same thing.

best of captain america: civil war

t’challas entire arc in the movie from start to finish

“can you move your seat up?” “no.” 

“You couldn’t have done that sooner?” “I hate you”

and every other sam and bucky scene tbh

WHEN BUCKY WAS BUYING PLUMS

the fight choreography between bucky and t’challa

the chocolate bars on top of buckys notebook

bucky having a picture of steve in his notebook

”captain” “your highness”

t’challa coming out of no where just to fight bucky literally the embodiment of the surprise bitch meme

”his name is red wing, go ahead and pet it”

when bucky did a spin in mid air onto the motorcycle

when bucky just held up his metal arm to stop bullets

the big ass location titles???

steves reliance and trust in sam

“im clint” “i dont care”

“sooooo do you like cats?”

sam diving down so fast to catch rhodey (someone whos not even on his team!!!!) and then apologizing for not being able to (even though it wasnt even his fault!!!)

steve joking with bucky about how theyre like 100 years old

If You Only Knew

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky visiting you after you got hurt on a mission.

Words: ~500

A/N: Super duper short and quickie and bad, but it’s a little apology because I haven’t posted anything in millions of years & I’m super sorry for that.

Careful knocking coming from the door of your room dragged you awake from your calm sleep. You opened your eyes, rubbing your temples as the bright light sent hard waves of pain to gnash through your head.

Yet a bright smile took over your face as soon as you saw Bucky, peeking in from the crack of the door.

”Hey,” you smiled, letting out a soft laugh as you saw the big bunch of your favorite flowers in his hand. ”Please tell me you brought chocolate as well.”

His concerned frown losing in a battle with the amused smile, Bucky nod his head slowly. ”I did – Y/N, are you –”

”I’m okay, Bucky,” you smiled at him, nodding your head as a sign for him to come in. “To be honest, I’m way more than okay now that you’re here.”

Walking over to your bed, the brunet pulled you into his safe embrace, rocking you back and forth as his lips pressed gentle kisses to your hair.

”Gosh, Y/N I – for a moment I thought I lost you,” he mumbled, his heart arching in his chest.

”I know,” you whispered. ”But it’s just a little wound –”

”Little wound?” the brunet cried out, pulling slightly further from you. ”Doll, they shot you –”

You tried your hardest to fight back your laugh, yet failed as a bubbly laughter escaped your lips. ”To my leg, Bucky, and as much as I love to see the worried side of you, I truly am okay. The doctors said that I’ll be walking in no time –”

”Are you sure?” the man mumbled with a worried frown, letting out a relieved breath as you nodded your head. ”You know,” he spoke after a moment of silence, smirk taking over his lips, ”I’ll hate you forever for doing this to me.”

”For getting shot?” you snickered, making him space to lay next to you to the bed. ”How caring –”

”Just, stop talking, okay?” he laughed. ”It’s hard to be mad for you if you keep joking –”

”Oh, but I happen to know that you love it when I do that,” you chuckled, pressing your forehead to the crook of his neck. ”And to make a stop to all the hating,” you yawned, “I need you to love me.”

Smiling, Bucky played gently with your hair until your calm breathing told him, that you had fell asleep. Shaking his head with a smile, Bucky pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

”If you only knew,” he then let out a soft laughter, “that I’m already in love with you, Y/N.”

That’s the Wrong Sister (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: food-books-and-bed said: Can I request a story where the reader was Natasha’s twin and was walking down the street or something and someone needed help and mistook her for Natasha and Steve was watching and he made her join the team she and Steve hookup but he falls for her

Sometimes it was almost a curse to be the twin sister of Natasha Romanoff.  It was definitely a bad choice to live in the same city, where her enemies knew where to find her and where anyone at any time could ask her to save them.  You tried to dress conservatively, hoping to cover your identity as much as possible without being totally hidden from the world.  You still had a life to live, after all.

Tonight was one of those nights that had you wishing that you would have just stayed home.  You could hear a woman screaming from somewhere nearby, but the sound seemed to come from all around you.  Moving to the middle of the street, you looked quickly for any cars before closing your eyes and listening; trying to decide which direction to run, trying to drown out the background noises of the city around you.

“Ma’am?”

“Shh!” you scolded the voice next to you, raising your hand to demand his silence.  You never even opened your eyes to see who it was, running away from him as your senses sorted out which direction the woman’s scream was coming from.  You didn’t hear him follow you either.

When you reached the alley, you stopped at the sight of a man holding a woman against a building with a knife to her throat as he rummaged through her purse.  She was doing her best not to panic, and tried to hold her reaction when she saw you in her peripheral vision as to not give you away.

“Hey,” you called out, stepping into his line of sight, “I think you should let her go before this gets ugly.”

The man pulled his knife away and released her, now turning to you.  She grabbed her bag and ran from the alley, leaving him for you.  “Hey, cutie,” he smirked in a gravelly voice that sounded old and worn, “you’ve got a lot of nerve, scaring off my catch there. You taking her place?”

“I’m here to kick your ass.”

The man spun the knife around in his hand and stepped back to lower himself into a lunge, shooting himself forward at you.  You simply shook your head and sighed, easily grabbing his arm when he attempted to swing the blade at you, firmly twisting and snapping his shoulder from its joint.  He was now lying at your feet, whimpering and begging for you to stop pushing your foot into his chest.  You grabbed his knife and slipped it into your boot, leaning down to capture his gaze.

“At least make it a challenge for me,” you mumbled.  “I’m sure you have a few questions, but I had plans that you so rudely interrupted.” You pulled out your phone and called for police to come pick him up, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.  The alley was dark and you didn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there.

Once the sirens grew closer and you could see the lights on the nearby street, you jumped to the nearest fire escape and climbed up until you were out of view, watching the man to be sure he didn’t try to run.  Satisfied with his removal, you jumped to the next building and then the next, lowering yourself to the ground to leave and resume your original plans for the night.

Back at the site of the incident, Steve watched as you disappeared into the darkness.  He stood motionless for several minutes before a dark figure dropped down next to him from above; another witness to your control of the situation.

“Rogers.”

“Murdock.”

“So, who’s that one? These vigilante types are just crawling from the woodwork, huh?”

Steve looked at Matt and sighed loudly, disbelieving what was being said.  “Really?  You mean like you?”  

“Hey, this isn’t about me,” Matt said nervously, raising his hands in defeat and slowly backing away. “Okay…so…nice chat, Cap.  I best be on my way.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Steve paused for a moment before making the call that could change your life from this day forward.  He slowly dialed, considering his decision before entering the final number, but finally gave in and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Nat.  I have a few questions to run by you.  You got a minute?”

~~~

“She doesn’t want to be found, Steve.  I can’t say that I blame her.”

“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you that you have a sister?  You’re in the same city, and yeah it’s a big city, but there’s always a chance that we would run into her.”  Steve looked up at Natasha across the small café table with a small smirk, taking a drink of his coffee, “I thought she was you.”

“She’s good.  Not as good as me, of course, but she has no problem holding her own.”

“Can you bring her in?”

Natasha sat her cup down on the table with a loud thud and a shocked look on her face as she all but choked on her drink.  “To the team?!  Are you joking?  Cap, I just said, she doesn’t want to be found.  I did say that in English, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.  “But all the same, I think it’s the right thing to do.”  Steve quickly took the last swallow of his coffee and stood to leave, looking down at his teammate, “you in or out?”

“I’m out.”

~~~

The overly enthusiastic and loud banging on your door startled you enough to drop your phone before you could send another reply back to your sister, who had tried to give you a little warning that he was trying to find you; you were surprised that the Captain had arrived so quickly.  You stood to open the door, but had made a firm decision to not let him in.

“Well, I must say you sure didn’t waste any time finding me.  Did she tell you or are you just that resourceful?”

“I prefer to not divulge my methods,” he said, looking down at you with a commanding presence that did anything but put you at ease.  He was more intimidating than you would have imagined after what you had read about him and what Nat had told you.  “May I?” He pushed his way through the door before you could reply, taking full advantage of your stunned silence.

“You know, that’s rude to just force your way into someone’s home.  In fact, I think that’s called trespassing, Captain Rogers.  Not very law abiding for a walking flag.”

Steve looked down at the clothes he was wearing, a pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, and looked back at you with confusion.  “I’m not even wearing the suit-“

“Can’t escape it, sorry,” you sighed, shutting the door once you decided that he wasn’t about to leave any time soon.  “You just ooze patriotism.”  You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, doing your best to hold your resolve and not take him up on the offer that you knew was coming.  Doing your best to not fall prey to the man that Nat had warned you about only moments ago.  The man that she knew was much too close to your type, and that you would find hard to say no to.  “No thanks, Captain.  I know what you are here to offer, and I don’t want you to waste your time or energy.”

“She told you.”

“She’s my sister.  You think she wouldn’t?”

Steve took a few steps closer with a slight sense of urgency and fear that he would lose any shot to convince you of his plan before you even gave him a chance.  “Okay, but hear me out.  You didn’t break a sweat the other night; you didn’t even look like you were engaged in it.  It was too easy.  You must have skills similar to hers, right?”

“I said no.”

“Natasha told me that you were trained with her, but you stayed behind after she left the Red Room. You stayed on and trained new girls-“

Finished with his lack of respect for your answer, you stepped behind him and twisted his arm back, pushing him into the wall and pressing his face against it.  He didn’t fight back at all, not even pushing back when you held him tighter.  

“What part of ‘no’ is Captain America having a hard time with?  Is it the ‘n’ or the ‘o’?  Perhaps it’s a lack of manners that’s the problem?   Do you make it a habit to just barge into someone’s home and spout off until you get your way?  Do you always get your way, Steve?  Is that it?”

You swore you heard him growl; like some strange animalistic noise coming from his throat.  You held your ground, waiting for him to turn the tables on you, planting your feet firmly to keep your leverage against him. “Hmm?  Nothing?  I thought you were more than just a shield, Rogers.”

Those must have been the magic words to spring him into action.  It a flurry of twisting arms and legs, punches and kicks, fingers weaved into hair and hands around throats, it was a matter of seconds before you were pinned to the ground and he was looking down at you.  His hands were like vice grips holding your arms to the floor; you couldn’t so much as even wiggle your fingers.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Steve panted, “can we get back to business?  You’re skills are impressive, (Y/N).”  The look in his eyes was shifting, and softening slightly, but they were still intense and held your attention with the deepness of the blue in them.  You felt a shift in your interaction, and you could see that he did too.  “Alright…maybe…maybe it would be best if we got off the floor and talked in a more civilized way.”

He finally stood and held his hand out to you to help you up, no longer making the eye contact he had so firmly held seconds ago.  “Alright, talk,” you sighed, straightening out your shirt as you stood.  “You have ten minutes to convince me of every reason why I should go with you.”

~~~

Steve was a very convincing man.  It likely had a lot to do with the fact that you now wanted to let him convince you so you could see more of him.  You had spoken only a handful of words to him, but you listened to him go on and on about how the Avengers were a cohesive team that wanted to protect and make things right.  He was so passionate about what he believed, that you couldn’t help but be convinced, and now here you were, about to meet everyone.

“Just wait here,” he whispered, resting his hand over yours as if it were natural to do so.  When you looked down at it, he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat in embarrassment.  “Um, I’m just gonna see who’s here before you come in.  Looking so much like Nat might be a bit of a shock for them.”

After about five minutes he returned to the front door to bring you in, looking slightly disappointed about something.  “Well, no one’s here right now, but I can give you a tour if you’d like?”  His eyes were filled with anticipation that you would agree to stay, so you quickly took his hand for him to lead the way.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down at your two hands and your fingers intertwined, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the contact.  “gym first.”

“No,” you said, pulling back against his arm to stop him and keeping your hand in place as you spoke. “You said the tower’s empty, right?”

“Uh…yeah…?”

Being forward wasn’t your strong suit, and you were usually uncomfortable showing guys any interest, but this was no normal guy.  You may never have this opportunity again, so you took the chance, pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping your other hand around his neck.  He responded quickly, pressing his mouth roughly against yours, his tongue searching desperately and dancing with yours.  You lost your breath when he lifted you from the floor, and you had to wrap your legs around him to keep your balance.  

The breath was knocked from your chest slightly as he slammed your back into the wall, still kissing you with ferocity and need.  He pulled his head back and began to leave hot kisses down your neck, his warmth leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“This isn’t like me,” you panted.  “I swear…it’s just…that you…”

“I know…but I don’t want to stop myself.”

~~~

You woke the next morning to incessant buzzing from your phone and countless texts from Natasha, undoubtedly worried that she hadn’t heard from you since telling her you were going to meet with Steve.

Did you see the tower last night?

Steve said he convinced you to stop by.

Where are you?

Are you still asleep?  Wake up, already.

Have you heard from Steve?

“God, she’s persistent,” you whispered to yourself, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  “You get to tell her, not me.”

“She’s your sister,” Steve said in a sleepy voice, “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you last night.”  You sat up and stretched, yawning as your body pulled it’s aching muscles, “alright, then what should I say?”

“Tell her that you didn’t get a tour of the tower because I was too busy taking advantage of her only sister.”

You tapped away at your phone for a few seconds then tossed it on the table next to you.  “Okay.”

Steve’s face went immediately pale and his mouth hung open in shock.  “You didn’t…”

You gave him a mischievous smile and quietly began, “Five…four…three…two…one…”

The furious banging on his door surprised him, jumping at the sound of the angry Russian on the other side.  “Steven Rogers, you seem to have forgotten how many ways there are for me to kill you!”

Looking for mutuals

What I reblog the most is: • Netflix Marvel (Defenders, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Punisher) • Marvel MCU (Including Agent Carter) • DC TV (Arrow, Flash, Supergirl, Legends) • Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire • Yuri!!! on Ice • Sense8 • Lucifer (Fox TV Series) • Wonder Woman • American Gods

I also follow • Katie McGrath • Sebastian Stan • Hayley Atwell

My usual ships are • Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers • Lena Luthor/Kara Danvers • Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov

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You’re Distracting Me

Request: “We’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing? What are you- HOE DON’T DO IT!” *Takes hit meant for other person*” “Oh my god.” With Bucky please”

Warning(s): Swearing, fighting, mentions of injury

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long. I haven’t gotten around to writing. Anyway, I hope you like this and enjoy!

You could hear gunshots as you fought hand to hand with the man in front of you. You were on a mission and had been compromised. You got in a good blow to the man’s head and he fell to the ground unconscious.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You hear Steve question through the com in your ear.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You say, quickly giving your surroundings a once over before you spot a sniper on top of the building aiming for Bucky. “But he’s not!” You say, beginning to sprint towards the sniper, but then you realized you wouldn’t make it in time.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Steve asks frantically. You can hear more fighting through your com. You don’t answer and turn and sprint towards Bucky instead of the sniper.

Bucky catches sight of you as the guy he had just knocked unconscious fell to the ground. Not sensing any immediate danger and realizing you’re running towards him, he yells to you, “Y/N, we’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing?” That’s when he finally seems to notice the sniper that is not very well hidden on top of the building aiming the gun. “DON’T DO IT!” He screams at you.

“I’m saving your life, Asshole. Shut up.” You murmur as you finally make it to Bucky just in time for the bullet meant for him enters your flesh.

“Oh, my God!” Bucky exclaims after he has returned fire to the sniper, hitting him in the head and killing him. He kneels down, pulling you into his arms.

“Steve, I hope you got what we need because we need to get Y/N out of here.” He looks down at you in his arms and at the area on your torso that you’re holding tightly to slow the bleeding.

“Get her to the quinjet. We’ll catch up.” Steve says, and that’s all Bucky needs to get going.

Running as fast as he can, he makes it to the quinjet in record time. He frantically looks around for anything to help slow the bleeding, or to possibly patch you up in some way.

“Y/N, why do you have to be heroic all the time?” He asks, sounding frustrated. He takes some fabric he found and presses it against your wound.

“Why do you need saving all the time, Princess?” You ask sarcastically.

“Why do you have to be sarcastic all the time? I’m trying to save your life!”

“That’s all I was doing for you, Asshole.”

“But why did you have to do that? I could’ve handled it and then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Because I love you, Dumbass!”

Bucky’s movements stop. “What?”

“I’m not saying it again, old man. Get your ears checked.”

“You can finish proclaiming your love for one another later. We have to get Y/N back to base.” Steve says, quickly rushing into the pilot’s seat to get you guys in the air and on your way.

Bucky looks down at you with a small smile, “Don’t die on me now, Doll. I love you, too, and since this is a mutual feeling, I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

“I might say yes if you’d shut up. My bullet wound hurts like hell right now and you’re distracting me and it’s annoying.”

“You’re always such the lady.”

“Again, shut up.”

“As you wish, Doll.”

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Are You Still Awake? - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: There’s a P!ATD song in here, it’s Crazy = Genius my actual anthem. So yeah, listen to that if you haven’t. It’s pretty bomb. That’s all, I think. oH WAIT IT’S NOT. I’M NINE FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM MY FIRST HUNDRED SO I WANT TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU ALL.

Warnings: Mention of a drunken father, arguing parents, hint of abuse, other than that it’s a fluff ball.

Prompts ( 1 , 2 ): “It’s midnight, what do you want?” and “Are you still awake..?”

Words: 1226

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