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Loki x Pregnant Reader“I just don’t know what to do.” You complained to your best friend as the two of you talked over coffee inside the S.H.E.I.L.D break room.
“Have you even tried to tell Loki that you’re pregnant yet?” Natasha questioned after setting her mug down.
“I’ve tried like three times today and each time he had to leave before I could tell him. And now he’s about to go on another mission.” You sighed before downing the rest of coffee.
It was the unholy hour of five a.m. but that fact was lost on you as you sat at your kitchen table reading a magazine and humming.
“Hi honey!” You greeted your husband excitedly as Loki passed through the doorway. He either mumbled a hi or grunted in return, this early in the morning it was nearly impossible to differentiate the two, but you just smiled on and flipped the pages.
“So when my pregnancy starts to show do you think I’ll be on
Weather (Malik x reader x Altair)
Altaïr was covered in a sheen of sweat beneath the heavy material of his assassin's robes. The moment his feet hit the ground before the bureau in Jerusalem his motivation leapt and crashed. He'd have to climb once more in the gruelling heat. But after that, he could rest. That is, if Malik did not order him out like last time. Why did the sun have to be so tortiously slow at burning him to death as he climbed?
Altaïr dropped from the grating and dipped a hand in the fountain. He splashed his face clean, uncomfortable and wishing nothing more than to escape the heat. Escape the sun and everything else. But he could not spend all day over the sun-warmed water.
He pulled out a feather stained in red and placed it on the counter inside the room. There it was more humid but not as hot, and Altaïr fought the urge not to pant.
"The target has been dealt with."
You glanced up from your scroll on the desk, your own face slightly pink tinged. Altaïr dismissed it in his mind
Mentor and Student (Malik x reader)
The heat was sticky and humid, patience had been wearing thin, and yet you poured over another book. Strands of your hair fell onto the pages and you felt fingers pull it back behind your ear. It brushed against your cheek, making you pause and lean ever so slightly in it. You received a flick to the back of your head for that, for stopping writing and reading.
"You must finish this by night."
Malik's voice was strong and lined with pride. And why wouldn't he be? He was the only man capable of being both a scholar and assassin to masterful levels. He was pacing back and forth while reading, sometimes sitting for hour long stretches to write page after page. He already created a new map of Masyaf and were doing various duties befitting a Rafiq.
"I will." You gave a sigh which made him raise his head and stare at you from your seat. "But can we not practice outside? We spent most of the day planning. How will this help somebody on the field?"
Malik's eyes fell slightly in a glare which m
Russia x Tall!Reader- Marry Me?You sat next to your boyfriend Ivan on the sofa, cuddling. "Sunflower?" He asked. "Yes?" You replied. "Were you made fun of as a child?" He asked with his puppy-eyed look. "A bit." You said. You always felt awful when Ivan had his flashbacks. "Were there whispers behind your back?" His grip on your leg grew tight. "More than I was comfortable with." You said. "So...you do understand why I get like this so often..?" His childlike face just made your heart sink. "Of course." You smiled sweetly at him. "How come you're never upset?" He asked. "You were the only man who agreed to date me. All the others were afraid. So I just feel blessed to have you." Your smile widened, but when you looked down Ivan was crying. You lost him. He was in the world of his childhood memories. He had his head stuffed into your chest and was squeezing your hand.
-Time skip to two hours later-
"I-I'm sorry..." Ivan said after coming back to earth. "It's okay." You said. "I just...lost myself..." He
Marry Me Tony x Reader The air was filled with thick black smoke and your lungs burned and heaved as they tried to take in what little oxygen they could. Sweat poured off you as you quickly maneuvered your way to the window furthest from the raging fire behind you. You threw open the window as fast as you could and took a deep breath of the cleaner air. Your eyes scoured the area surrounding your apartment building but the welcomed sight of red engines was nowhere to be seen. You cast a fearful look behind you at the fire rushing towards you.
With tears in your eyes you turned back to your only option of escape, the window. After all plummeting six stories unto concrete had to be better than getting burned alive. With tears flowing freely and only one sob you leapt through the window just as the flames began to lick at your feet. Your eyes screwed shut as you free-fell to what would presumably be your death.
It didn’t take long
I'll Be Your Heart Antonio X Shy!Depressed!Reader
I'll Be Your Heart Antonio X Shy!Depressed!Reader
There was once a girl named (y/n). She was a very quiet girl who always keeps to herself. She loves to draw and read but most of all, she loves to sing. The thing is, is that no one knew she can sing. At school, she is always being made fun of and bullied for being so quiet. She would get depressed from all the things they do to her like call her a b*tch or a wh*re. They pull her hair, punch and kick her and not even at home she is safe. Her little sisters always hurt her verbally and emotionally. They call her fat and ugly and that they can’t wait until her funeral. (y/n)’s mother doesn’t do anything and neither does her father. The only people that care for her is her best friends but they are all back at (far away city). She didn’t want to leave but her parents forced her.
One day after school, (y/n) was running and crying once her last class ended. ‘F*ck this f**king school! F*ck this place! I hate it h
Yoga Bruce x Reader Classical music poured from your docked IPod as you spread your yoga mat on the floor of the gym. With a small sigh of pleasure you eased your stiff body into the downward dog position. Unknown to you a certain red-faced scientist was trying his hardest to get the perverted thoughts in his head to go away while your tense muscles unwound. But those thoughts only intensified as you swiftly changed into upward dog. A small war waged inside Bruce’s mind as he had to choose between going in there and grabbing Tony’s earpiece or turning around and telling Tony he couldn’t find it.
The first choice won by a landslide after he put some thought into the second one. Tony would probably come to find it himself and he was the type of guy that would give action to the type of thoughts that were currently entertaining Bruce’s mind. The mere thought of Tony trying anything, or worse getting somewhere, made him want to Hu
The girl made of broken glass“I can hurt you…You know that…”
He shrugs as if to say ‘I don’t even care’
“I mean…I can really hurt you…”
He reaches out to her, stepping forward as she backs away.
She shakes her head. “I…I can’t…”
“Yes you can. And I’m not moving until you do.”
She sighs and stands still for a moment before reaching a hand out to him.
“I warned you.”
His smile fades as his hand grips hers.
“Let go…Please let go of my hand…I don’t want you hurt!”
He holds her hand tighter in spite of the blood flowing between his fingers, pooling on the floor.
“No…I won’t…” he grinds his teeth together
She stands there crying, trying to get him to let go.
“If you love me at all…You’ll let go!”
He looks at her sadly, then pulls his bleeding hand away.
EnglandXReaderX2P America I'm terrible(So, this is love triangle ish, more like love line, I would tell you the line, but read it first)
I stood there, next to Arthur at the yearly Christmas party. Everyone was so happy, expect Arthur. He looked frustrated, stressed, sad. I knew he had been taking more shifts to pay for Christmas, so he's been leaving earlier and coming home later. I knew it made him angry and stressed, so on some nights I kept my distance. He wouldn't get mad.
"Love, can I talk to you, in private?" he asked.
I nodded. We went on the balcony, this place was a mansion. He's gonna propose! Thats why he brought me to this romantic place with a perfect view of the stars. OMG this is so perfect.
"What is it, Arthur" I asked leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Y/n" he began.
He wasn't putting his hand in his pocket to reach for the box. Maybe its somewhere crafty, like in the flowers or something.
"I'm breaking up with you" he said.
My eyes widen. A 3 ye
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