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An Asgardian Promise Fear. Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, pulse thrumming, limbs quivering fear.
Loki didn't know what he was running from, he didn't know why he was running, all he knew was that he was running, and he was afraid. Something was after him, something dangerous, something that was going to kill him. And he didn't know what it was.
He was alone, terrified, and helpless. He was so helpless.

"Loki!"
Loki sat up, his shrill scream splitting the silence as Thor's arms enveloped him.
"Loki, calm yourself!" Thor's arms tightened around his brother as Loki emitted another scream, this one muffled by Tho

Good LuckPeter strolled down the street, the fresh breeze billowing across his face as he inhaled the evening air. It was such a nice day. He had decided to take a day off from being Spiderman and just be a normal teenager walking through New York, looking for something to do. He hummed as he walked against the crowd, his brown eyes searching.

"I could get something to eat," he murmured to himself, then made a face. "But Aunt May will probably scold me for eating something before dinner…" He glanced around, itching to get off his feet and start swinging from building to building. But he had told himself he wouldn't. It's his day off, remember? P

Tell Me You Love Me"Wade, please don't do this," Peter choked, leaning over his boyfriend, clinging onto Wilson's hand. The mercenary cocked a smirk, lying still in his spot on top of the building rubble.

"Oh, Petey, you knew you couldn't keep me forever," he croaked around the blood that bubbled in his throat.

Peter couldn't catch up with what was happening. He had been standing right beside his boyfriend the entire time, ready and prepared to fight the whole of Sinister Six to the death. But not Wade's death. Not his. So why was this happening? Why couldn't it be Peter lying there, and not Wade? Tears stung at his eyes as he held down a sob.

"But, Wade, yo

I Love You, Petey"Mr. Peter," Jarvis's voice awoke the sleeping teen. He sat up in his bed, waiting for the AI to continue. "There's someone climbing up your window to see you. I believe it's Mr. Wilson." Peter sucked in a sharp gasp. "Would you like me to sound the alarm?"

"No, no, that's okay Jarvis! In fact, don't tell my dads, okay?" the teen ordered.

Jarvis responded, "As you wish, sir," and signed off. Peter jumped out of his bed and bounded over to his window, shoving it open and peering down the mansion wall. He could already see a figure through the black night, crawling his way to his window.

"Wade!" Peter hissed, and the figure froze. "Wade, wha

Of Roller-Coasters and Team Bonding"How much longer till we get there?" Bruce wined from the back seat. "This is taking forever"

Pepper rolled her eyes from the driver's seat. "We have another 10 minutes or so."

Bruce let out an annoyed sigh. Betty patted the man on the back. "There, there." She said sarcastically.

"I don't know what you are so excited about. We are going to die." Tony exclaimed exasperated.

"What do you mean you are going to die? How about you sit 'dead hooker'. I will be the first to go." Loki seethed from the trunk of the van.

Clint rolled his eyes, "Stop being such Debbie downers."

Thor glanced confused at the archer. "My brother's name is not Debbie

No one had been there to witnessThe light of the fire flickered over Thor's skin and painted it golden. Loki who sat across from his brother caught himself staring.

Later, Loki would say that this was how it all began: flickering flames and a cold night in a cave and he and his brother. No one had been there to stop them from doing anything. And no one had been there to witness what happened between them. No one had been there to see when they had laid down together to keep themselves warm while sleeping, to see how Loki had followed the sudden urge to kiss Thor, how Thor had kissed back, the hands that wandered, caressed, removed clothes, hot kisses on equally hot skin an

A Warm EmbraceAKA

3 Times Thor locked Bruce in an embrace and one time Bruce hugged him first.

Bruce was a fairly reserved person. Having to work to keep your heart rate down all the time does that to you, you know? He loved working with the Avengers, because they saw him as more than a threat, they were his colleagues, and his friends. But sometimes, the most appealing thing to his introverted nature was to wake up before anyone else and sit in the kitchen with a mug of coffee and the newest edition of Scientific American. No-one to disturb his thought process, no reason to restrain his emotions. Just some nice, old fashioned time to himself.

But then

Save You Chapter 1~July 2012~

Clint let out a snicker at Tony's latest antics to get under Fury's skin. Currently, he was reprograming all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s computers to perform in Asgardian and he had also programed the intercoms to blast the Imperial March every time someone walked through the automatic doors of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s main room. To say that the sight of Director Fury marching into the room, his usual black cloak flowing behind him and the Dark Lord's theme announcing his presence had been fairly entertaining could quite possibly be the understatement of the century.

It had gotten even better when Fury had called Thor in to switch all the computers

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Late Night Texts 16S: Dean, you know how we have the same phone?

D: Yeah, they were one of those "buy one get one free" deals. Why?

S: We need to do something to make ours very different.

D: Why?

S: You left yours on the table this morning, while I was eating breakfast.

D: And?

S: And I thought it was mine. So I went through the pictures.

D: ....you did what?

S: I went through the pictures, because I thought you had hacked my phone and changed it to the Impala, and I wanted to change the background.

D: …what did you see?

S: Other than things that I'm going to require therapy for?

D: We've known you need help for years.

D: Seriously, Sam. What d

Late Night Texts 15C: How much value do you place upon your laptop?

S: What?

C: How much love do you have for your laptop?

S: Is this some sort of joke?

S: Never mind, this is you.

C: I don't understand.

S: I feel like you say that every time we talk.

C: You are missing the point, Sam. How much value do you place on your laptop?

S: I love it. It means a lot to me. I'd be fucked without it.

C: Oh…

S: Why?

C: There is no reason for my inquiry.

S: Cas.

C: Yes?

S: What happened to my laptop?

C: …Nothing.

S: I will trap you with holy oil unless you tell me what happened.

C: Do you recall the film that I took Dean to see?

S: The Avengers?

Late Night Texts 14C: Sam told me to ask you what you were wearing.

D: Did he now? That's…considerate of him.

C: I do not understand why Sam told me to ask you that… but now I am curious as to your attire.

D: Oh really?

C: We both know I would not have said it if it were not true.

D: You take all the fun out of this.

C: If you do not satisfy my curiosity about your clothes, I will send you back to hell.

D: Pushy, pushy.

C: Dean. I am warning you.

D: Fine, you pushy bastard.

D: I am wearing boxers.

C: I have not known you to go commando before.

D: You seriously take all the fun out of this.

C: Will you please explain to me what "this" is?

Late Night Texts 13D: Sam, why are you staring at me?

S: That website was right. You do have gorgeous collarbones.

D: The fuck?!

S: And you have broad shoulders. And glorious tanned skin.

D: Sam…were you reading that slash shit again?

S: Yes.

D: Last time you read that crap it gave you weird ideas, and I had to bring you back to normal.

S: You almost shot me!

D: Yeah, you fucking deserved it.

S: I did not!

D: Sam, you barreled through a door, screaming "Let me love you!" at the top of your lungs.

S: I just wanted to love you, Dean.

D: I can't believe we're having this conversation right now.

S: Why wouldn't you let me love you?

D: Reason one:

Late Night Texts 11D: Come on, Sam, you can't be that mad at me.

S: You laughed, Dean. It was my friend's funeral, and you fucking laughed.

D: What can I say? I put the fun back in funeral.

S: Yeah, and you can't spell funeral without F and U.

D: You can, but it wouldn't be funeral anymore. It'd be neral.

S: You are a dumbass. An overgrown, annoying as hell, dumbass.

D: Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.

D: OW! Son of a bitch!

D: That was childish, Sam. Where the hell did you find a dictionary, anyway?

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Dear Charles

by ~ThisBeautifulDream, Sep 19, 2012, 8:31:10 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

Charles.
       I never meant to hurt you. You are the last thing on this planet I want to hurt…you and your childlike belief in the good in all humans. I never wanted to hurt you. But I did.
       I should have listened to you, dear friend. I should have taken the helmet off, I should have let you in my mind, as I had so many times before. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop my selfish desires. I let my lust for revenge get in the way of my love for you. And for that, I am sorry. I am truly sorry.
       You claimed to know everything about me, once. Was it true? Did you know the way that your presence affected me? Could you tell that when you walked into a room, your radiant innocence shining, my heart skipped a beat? Could you tell that you invaded my thoughts, even as I lay with women you'll never meet? Could you tell that I loved you, even before you invited me into your house?
       You turned me back into a man, Charles. You pulled the poison out of my heart, you showed me the true point between rage and serenity. You thought that it was my mother's memory, but it wasn't. It was the look in your eyes. The deep blue of your eyes...the way they drag me into them, the way I can stare into them for hours at a time...
       You gave me everything, Charles. And I never repaid you.
       I crippled you. I am the reason you'll never be able to walk again. I am the reason you'll never stand and say anything. I am the reason you can't move from the waist down. And I will never forgive myself for what I've done to you.
       That's why I'm leaving… I can't look you in the eye…not after this. When you wake up, I'll be gone.
       I'm sorry, Charles.


       All my love,
       Erik  Lensherr








Erik,
       Come home.
       I need you.
       I love you.
       You were wrong, Erik. You were so wrong.
       Please, Erik. Please come home.
       I miss you.

Yours always,
Charles Xavier

Dear Charlesby ~ThisBeautifulDream

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What is wrong with me today?! First Slender Man, now depressing Charles and Erik shit?!

I am so sorry you guys. I am so, so sorry. T.T

I wanted Erik to seem more calm and collected, and I wanted Charles to seem panicky and desperate. But I haven't written in a while, so I'm not sure how it turned out. I apologize if it's shit. T.T

~remanth Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I definitely heard the calm and collected in the first part and panicky in the second. Great job and it's good to see you back.

~ThisBeautifulDream Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm so glad.

It's great to be back! Hopefully I can stay back this time.

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