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There was always a point of life where everything felt bleak. The colors around you would become monochrome. This reality become obvious to you, as you began dreading your daily life. Your hobbies didn't feel as stimulating as you previously remembered, and nothing could really grab your interest. Currently, you were blankly staring down at an old magazine. There didn't seem to be a point to you doing this, you were just bored. It was a boredom that would go away once you started doing something else either. It was like a looming shadow that'd always follow you no matter what. At this point, you would go through great lengths to appease your

The Twisted Nerve whistle was leaving your lips that were pulled in an amused smirk. You walked down the halls of Arkham Asylum wearing one of the nurses outfit and carrying just a simple silver tray with a syringe on it loaded with stuff that could kill. Your white heels clicked against the floors as you turned corners and kept an eye out for anyone who realized that you didn't belong there. One thing for sure was that you were good at remaining hidden. You were a face in the crowd; one that couldn't be identified easily and you liked that. It meant that you could get away with almost anything and everything. But most of all, he liked that

“You have no idea what’s it like, do you?” he murmured. His arm was wrapped around your sleeping form, his fingers brushing against your cheek softly while his other hand caressed the sides of your body. He smiled down at you when he heard you purr in content, stirring slightly in your sleep. What did you dream of? he wondered. Was it of him? Or was it of a world he had no idea existed in your mind? “I’m living in a world that goes too slow for me,” he sighed. “It’s like slow motion only worse. I’m like a character in a movie, you see? This movie—my life—is moving as slow as mo

Ever since you had woken up today at seven, you had been typing away on your laptop. Your boyfriend, Pietro, had tried to pull you away from the annoying machine but you were having nothing of it. You threatened that if he tried to his powers to quickly get you away from the computer that you in return would use yours. He had been very stubborn about it at first… ♥♥♥♥♥♥       In the afternoon he had been watching you from the living room, quickly appearing by the doorway. From the corner of your eye you caught sight of his silver hair. He had begun to quickly pace about the room from what you coul

A/N: An AU story in which Pietro, Kurt and Blink are all young teens that go to Charles Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters. The readers powers are not quite defined in this, but she has powers similar to Kitty except she can't phase through people. “(f/n) (l/n)!” Logan roared from downstairs. “You’re gonna get it this time, kid!” You barely had enough time to register what was happening when Logan stormed into your room with his hot pink colored claws out. You wanted to pretend that this was not your doing but one look at his claws and you lost it. You doubled over laughing, face turning cherry red. Logan howe

  Author’s Note: Reader-chan got away from Hydra around the same time Pietro and Wanda did, since I never actually specified that. She’s also a little similar to the Hulk, in a weird way?? This is terrible, please forgive me. This story took so many different turns from where I originally intended and I have no idea how to make it better  ;w;  The last part of this takes place about a month or so after the battle at Sokovia, in like a new Avengers training center that Tony built or something idk. When the robots invaded Sokovia and the city started cracking apart, you didn’t run away or get scared. Instead, you got excited.

  Author’s Note: First part takes place when the Avengers try to stop Ultron at that one building, and get their asses kicked by Pietro and Wanda. Also: reader is an Avenger, but her abilities and powers are moreso that of a mutant (and also fairly similar to Wanda’s; like she can control stuff with her mind and read people’s emotions). Also, this is kind of a soulmate!au, like not really, but it’s kinda implied and that’s why they get together so quickly and junk! I cannot write accents to save my friggin life. I hope he’s not too out of character and I hope you guys like this!!! “I’m not here

Warning: Slight sexual themes (I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun...) You were trapped. You, being you, had dropped your gun. Get out your guns, battles begun, Are you a saint, or a sinner? You didn’t know what to do. The walkers were surrounding you, though they didn’t seem to notice your presence quite yet, but you couldn’t shout for help. If you did, the diseased creatures would surely tear you apart. If love’s a fight, than I shall die, With my heart on a trigger. You were doing your best to sneak away quietly, but you kicked a trashcan, and a good doz

Author's Note: This story takes place in season three or season four of the Walking Dead (I can't remember which, sorry!  >.< ), so if you haven't seen it, it probably won't make too much sense. Just a warning. You slipped under the cool water, leaving your damp clothes on the grass. You had left the prison so you could wash your clothes and bathe in peace. Well, that, and you hadn’t been swimming in ages, and damn it you wanted to go swimming! There were walkers out here of course, but being in the prison wasn’t so safe anymore. Not with people turning in to walkers because of that damn flu. You sighed as you swam around, wetti

Slight sexual themes... #~#~#~#~#~#~#~# OK, this seems simple: You're on a run with Daryl Dixon in the woods. What possibly could go wrong? It was quiet for the zombie apocalypse, there was barely any Walkers around. It was strange, really. It was as if you had gone so deep into the woods you had found a safe zone, virus-free. Rick had assigned everyone a hunting partner from now on when going on trips to the prison and back in search of supplies and other goods. Because you were quick and light on your feet, and possessed a bow, Rick made you and Daryl partners, seeing you both had stealth. Daryl was annoying, irritating, and drop-dead