When Mon-el says “was it that bad???” in the opening scene tonight, you can literally feel his heart skip a beat. He’s never had a proper relationship before and he loves Kara so much he’s afraid at every second he’ll lose her. Because he doesn’t feel worthy of her. He was so worried that she up and left him because of course he’s not good enough. He has all this bravado on the outside, but he’s really a very fragile and vulnerable person. Poor Mon-el. I hope he gains some confidence in himself as he is constantly evolving into a better person. 

Best Friends

Request: Can you write jughead imagine where he is clingy and the reader loves it but it’s just weird because it’s not him so she asks him why and he says that she has been spending to much time with Archie

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Okay, i’ve been very excited to write this. This is just such a cute idea. Thank you for the request!

Remember, requests of all kinds are closed.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warning: none.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Your two best friends, Jughead and Archie. For as long as you can remember, you’ve been best friends with the two (along with Betty). They were your protectors, the boys you looked up to and the only two who seemed to understand what you were feeling before you even knew what you were feeling.

You three were so close as children, you three were inseparable. But as you grew, and days became less play-related and more school-related, your two best friends drifted. It had been fine, though hanging on thin strings, the three of you were still quite close. But it had been more you hanging out with one than the other one day, and then switching the next day. It was very rare for all three of you to be together anymore, but it still happened.

That all changed though, when the road trip you had set up for the two of them, got derailed. You had been sick of this ignorance and complete ‘pick-sides-thing’, so you had practically ordered them to go on a road trip the weekend of July fourth, refusing to join them. You thought this would help them rekindle the friendship that had dwindled the few years previous.

But then Archie had ditched Jughead, and Jughead came to you. You, of course had been mad at Archie as well, but eventually when school started and you saw how frazzled he looked, you’d forgiven him. You’d always been soft at heart.

Then the regular routine picked up again. Some days with Jughead and some with Archie. You became use to it, but you still hated it. Especially since Jughead had been acting out recently and you weren’t sure why.

Closing your locker, you shook yourself out of your musings, locking your lock and turning. You nearly jumped in spot when Jughead appeared beside you, and you held your hand against your chest with a sigh. “Seriously, Jug, you need to stop sneaking up on me.”

He let one of those few, rare smiles reserved for you, slip as he shrugged his hands into his pockets. “Pop’s?” He suggested and looking at your phone, you shrugged. 

“Sure.” You agreed and soon you found yourself sitting in a booth at Pop’s, a chocolate milkshake in front of you. Though, instead of Jughead taking the seat next you, which it seemed like he had originally planned, he suddenly scooted you over and sat beside you. 

It wasn’t that you minded. But all your life, Jughead had never been one for physical contact but if his side pressed up against yours and his arm around your waist had anything to go by, it seemed maybe you were wrong. Though you knew you weren’t. Even if you were his best friend, you were not an exception. Jughead just didn’t like physical contact.

So then why was he so close to you now?

“Juggie?” You asked, looking at him from the side of your head. He said nothing, instead huddling a bit closer and taking a bite of his burger he’d ordered. You shrugged it off, as you two fell into a soft chatter.

Soon enough you heard the bell chime and looking up because of curiosity, you saw Archie and Betty walking in. You smiled and looking down at the boy next to you, you saw him sulking. You shook your head, “Arch! Betty! Come here!” Their gaze fell on you, and immediately smile they began to walk over.

You faintly heard Jughead grumble next to you, but you shook it off. “You’re gonna have to be his friend again, eventually, Juggie.” You whispered just as Betty and Archie slid in in front of you. You easily fell into a conversation with Betty, missing the way Jughead fixed Archie with a glare.

As you talked on, you faintly noticed Jughead’s position became more straighter and him scoot even closer to you. He poked you constantly, (mainly when you spoke to Archie) and tried to gain your attention, but you only gave him a sideways glare.

You weren’t sure why he was being so clingy. This was so unlike him. But, thinking back you had to be honest and mention that this kind of behaviour had been happening a lot with him. And you just couldn’t figure out why.

“So, Arch, I heard that you’l’ be taking Jason’s spot of the football team?” You asked, staring over at your redheaded best friend. Betty immediately smiled proudly and you giggled silently in your mind. 

Archie shrugged, bashful. “Yeah, well… coach said they had an open spot.”

“That’s awesome!” You cheered, clapping your hands. Turning to Jughead, you smiled over at him. “Isn’t it, Juggie?” He looked up from his lap, glaring at Archie before turning to you. His arm was still around your waist and he practically had you leaning against him. You weren’t the only one odded out by this behaviour, Betty and Archie constantly threw you confused glances to which you could only shrug.

“Sure.” He mumbled.

You sighed. “Well, hows your music going?” You remembered him speaking about an interest in music and remembered how enthusiastic he had seemed. 

“Oh! Yeah, Ms. Grundy offered to help me, so that should be good.” He immediately perked up at the mention of music.

“That’s grea-”

“We should get going.” Jughead suddenly interrupted, snapping all of your gazes over at him by he only focused on you. Narrowing your eyes at him, you silently asked what was wrong. He just looked at you urgently. “Right, Y/N?” He asked again.

You shook your head, “i do-”

“You do.” Was all he said as he stood up and practically dragged you out of the booth. 

“Wait, Y/N…” Betty tried and you threw an apologetic gaze over at your two friends, just as confused. 

Once outside of the diner, you ripped your arm away from Jughead’s grip, stopping him. “What the hell was that, Jughead?”

He stopped, turning to you but not looking at you in the eye. He said nothing and you crossed your arms, frustrated. “You’ve been acting really odd lately, Juggie. Clinging to me and pulling me away from the middle of conversations, what the hell is going on?” You demanded an answer, confused and frustrated.

“You’re spending too much time with him…” He mumbled.

“What?” You blinked.

“You’re spending too much time with Archie.” He repeated and you blinked, confused. His answer only left more unanswered questions rather than answers.

 “What do you mean? He’s my best friend.”

“I’m your best friend! He ditched me, remember! I am your best friend…” Jughead began yelling, but by the end it ended in a whisper. Suddenly you felt guilty, understanding how this must have made him felt. Uncrossing his arms, you sighed, walking over to him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about how this made you feel.” You apologized, smiling apologetically up at him. He wasn’t made, instead he looked as if he was sulking as he sighed too, allowing a small smile to slip.

“It’s okay.”


So guys my dash is full of HP and Star Wars posts (I don’t mind it of course because I love them both so much!) but I’d really like to follow some new blogs and make some mutuals!

it is not necessary to follow me, but it would be nice since I’d love to make friends and mutuals!!!


  • Supernatural
  • Teen Wolf
  • Shadowhunters
  • Doctor Who
  • Marvel & DC
  • People posts
  • Charmed
  • Gilmore Girls
  • videogames in general


if we’re already mutuals, please help me spread the word <3

anonymous asked:

lance with what seems like a small cold but then all of a sudden he can't stop coughing and vomiting occurs if you like and there is awkward keith caretaking

“i love your voltron fics so much !! could you write a sickfic for either keith or lance ? and the other is confused as to why whoever’s ill is not responding to their taunts/insults/challenges as usual. (i know you already have something similar up on ao3, but it’s such a good scenario that i’d love to see more.)”

thanks so much! i combined these two prompts together into one minific. i hope it’s to your liking!

[send me a prompt!]

Typically, Keith’s feelings are not too easily hurt. But this is just downright weird.

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do you ever think a lot about how shiro and allura have adopted four kids and two of them are keith and lance

  • allura had a big part in them getting together, because both of these boys would come to her for advice and confess to her and she would use this info for Evil
    • lance: “what do you think keith would like for a present? just something small not too obvious you know? like a chill present. like a bro present.”
    • allura: “a little bird may have told me keith has a passing interest in agmalias” (flowers)
      • keith, twenty minutes earlier: “holy shit allura these flowers are the same color as lance’s eyes i’m losing my mind?? look at them??? I love this boy oh wow.”
  • shiro loves the two boys to death but good lord they need to work on their pda
    • he’ll round a corner in the castle and there’s keith and lance, making out on the floor.
    • shiro: “guys, really? out here?”
    • lance tears himself away, smiling like an evil little imp. “well we already ruined your bed so…”
    • shiro just wants sleep. Help him. 
  • keith and lance’ll get into competitions and get intense super quick and usually end up breaking something.
    • shiro: “allura, your kids punctured the thermal oscillator again.”
    • allura: “how come when they wreck something they’re “my kids” but when lance makes a fancy shot he’s “your son””
    • shiro’s already running away  “I don’t make the rules sorry love you bye”
      • allura also just assumes that shiro’s talking about keith and lance
  • whenever the boys want to take a pod to go on a date (lions are too conspicuous) they always ask allura first
    • lance and keith pass by shiro’s door, giggling and arm in arm, and shiro’s Shenanigans radar pings
    • shiro: “boys? where are you going this late?”
    • lance: “allura said we could take a pod. keith’s taking me to a meteor shower. we’re probably gonna make out and it’s gonna be super hot.”
    • keith: “lance”
    • shiro is just. Tired. “did anyone think to ask me? we have training. what if I say it isn’t okay?”
    • keith and lance stare at him blankly, not computing: “no it’s fine if you don’t want us to go, allura said it was okay.”

anonymous asked:

I love how much you love Natasha and Elise. Can you share some of your thoughts on their chemistry and how they play Hollstein so well? I'd love to read that

I feel like they embody the characters so well that we don’t only see it, we feel it.  There’s still so much of us, even after it’s over, that still feels the affects that Hollstein left us because of how powerful and compelling Natasha and Elise portrayed Carmilla and Laura, their love, and their story.  

I think Carmilla is such a good show to start off on when you’re just starting to realize you may like the same gender because Hollstein feels so genuine.  Like do you ever just watch a show but it’s so clearly directed and the actors are obviously trying to think of where their next blocking is?  Like they don’t know what to do with their hands, or how to kiss, or how to show affection etc?  I’ll often watch a show with so much PDA but it doesn’t feel genuine and it actually makes me sick to look at.  It tries too hard that it looks artificial and the movements are robotic.  It looks more like bodies on a screen rather than the characters, more so focussing on angles and cinematography (which isn’t a bad thing but there needs to be a balance) which in turn loses the emotions they’re trying to evoke from the audience.

I just often forget that it’s a web series that I’m watching because Hollstein and their love feel so authentic.  Natasha and Elise are given (and trusted) such freedom and some people wouldn’t know what to do without direction or would be at a lost with too much freedom, but they just get into character so smoothly, so effortlessly and it just comes so naturally to them.

It’s also the fact that they put so much trust and are so comfortable with each other that it doesn’t look awkward so they’re more capable of making a scene much more beautiful than the words on the script could ever be imagined or depicted as.  I feel like with any other actresses, they would limit themselves and be afraid to push the boundaries but Natasha and Elise just “goes there,” they go the extra mile to illustrate Hollstein as precisely, meticulously, and detailed as possible.  They show what the script doesn’t tell and what’s between the lines, which at times, even the script fails to deliver the true love between Hollstein unless exaggerated intensely and passionately by the acting, with occasional ad libs by Natasha and Elise.  I also love how they both love their characters and root for them as much as we do.  It’s not an exaggeration when they both say magic happens when they’re together because I’ve never seen an illusion so believable and convincing.

anonymous asked:

I saw that you're going to go see the new HQ play Winners and Losers! First of all, congrats! Second, are there any scenes you're particularly looking forward to seeing? I love your blog by the way, thank you so much for all the translation and updates!

Thank you~

Super masochistic of me, but… I’m ready to die via the scene of Hinata and Kageyama screaming and running around the gym IN AGONY after they lose to Aoba Johsai????  Because that scene DESTROYED me in the anime honestly MY POOR CROW BABIES WERE SO UPSET OH MY GOD HELP THEM and I just KNOW that Kenta and Tatsunari are gonna play that so well.  I wanna see what they bring to that performance, what they might add or take away or adjust, like… BRING ON THE PAIN.  

I also am just straight up curious to know what scenes Kuroo and Kenma are going to be involved in.  Shouri mentioned in a blog post that there would be scenes focused on smaller groups of people dispersed throughout the Karasuno vs Seijoh match, and that could mean flashbacks, that could mean… I dunno, any number of things.  I just want to know their exact role for this production since obviously, being Tokyo residents, they didn’t go watch the Karasuno vs Seijoh match in person.  So that’s a curiosity thing.  

Also… Third-years.  I’m SO ready for Suga-Hiroki and Asa-Justin to smack some sense into Ken-Daichi because FUCK YEAH THEY’RE STAYING ON THE TEAM FOR SPRING HIGH QUALIFIERS.  

anonymous asked:

Hiya I was just wondering would you be able to post some photos of alexis when she was that super summery blonde w loads of highlights and stuff? 😊 it's just because I'm going to dye my hair back blonde and I'd love to go that colour!! It's ok if you can't, thanks so much if you can though, I really appreciate it 💙 and I loveeee your blog 💙💙 thanks again x

I hope this is the hair you’re thinking of! let me know if its not! xoxo - Keira x

First LoveLive! (2/27/2017) Aikyan’s LINE Blog Translation

It was called Yokohama Arena
On a big stage、in 2 days

We really spend a wonderful time。

Again、Thank you。

Everyone who came to see us
and、everyone in the live viewing…

Such experience、until now
Even the life of Kobayashi
It is a First Step! 。。
Thank you very much。

It is a big step
Everyone in Aqours
and the support from everyone
I was able to take a step。

I was able to meet (everyone) in two days
Because I love Yohane so much
and I love everyone so much
there are really lots of complications。

I want you to be more aware with Yohane’s cuteness
I want everyone to enjoy more…

To take out the endless darkness
I’m thinking of various things。

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@thefloatingstone is one of the nicest people I know and has an really amazing comic and such a neat art style that everybody wo likes fanart should check out, because it’s really pretty and great. And @thefloatingstone, I already said that and I’m gonna say it again, I love ur stuff so much I always squee when I see you posted something new so please don’t be sad \O/

anonymous asked:

Can I get 25 and 35 with Spencer please?? Thank you! Also wanted to say you're a really good writer

(Thank you so much! I must also say these two pairings together have given me the feels because they remind of the current episodes. So I switched it around and tried to make it as light hearted and opposite of what I thought as possible.) 

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“Take your medicine.”

You walked around your sons room, inspecting the closet, opening and closing every door. “I think we scared all the monsters away, honey, I promise no one is here.” 

“I swear, I’m not crazy! I saw it” You and Spencer looked at each other unsure of what to say next. “It’s probably just your fever, you haven’t been feeling well, take your medicine, and it’ll get better.” Spencer said handing him a small cup filled with red liquid. 

You both watched as he drank the medicine, making a funny face once he was done. “How about you sleep with us tonight, no monsters will come looking for you, they know your dads a big tough FBI agent” 

“You’ll scare them away right daddy?” 

“I always will” 

Originally posted by criminalminds-goddess

anonymous asked:

Ok all I can think about is an au where it follows canon but after all is said and done, Veronica finds out she's pregnant and she's absolutely heartbroken?? Like the one she loved just died and now she's carrying the only thing she has left of him and she can't find the heart to get rid of it so she ends up keeping the baby. As the baby grows up she sees so much of jd in them and as much as it hurts her she just loves this child so much and knows jd would be happy so, so is she. Ah sorry haha:)


I’ve thought about this a little tbh???

i see her getting an abortion but being completely heartbroken about it because exactly what you said?? it’s all that’s left of him but she also has to think of her future and its like…fuck….she doesn’t know what to do…my poor lovely daughter

MHA dub commentary episode 8:

  • i have been putting this episode off for way too long and that’s probably because it’s about Bakugou’s emotional breakdown and i am emotional even before the video starts
  • baby Izuku and Bakugou are so cute i wanna cry 
  • have i mentioned how much i love Bakugou’s dub voice yet because if i have i’m gonna say it again: i love his dub voice
  • last time on MHA: Bakugou and Izuku fucking attack each other and, as usual, only Izuku got hurt
  • he’s still working on that
  • pauses the ep to admire all of Bakugou’s amazing expressions
  • “IN THE NAME OF VILLAINY, STOP THIS!!!” he cries as a bunch of giant rocks come rushing at him. i love you Iida
  • Izuku’s voice acting here is so amazing i just. love it
  • and the animation here is fucking spectacular
  • *pauses again to admire Bakugou’s distraught expressions* don’t look at me
  • i should also mention that Izuku has some fantastic expressions here too
  • i just. Bakugou just has fantastic expressions overall, but these ones are just. beautiful. i love my confused, terrified, distraught son

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anonymous asked:

HEY U ARE CUTE AND GOOD. i know u deal with sadness a lot but you have so much love to give and i just wanna pat u on the head and tell u its all okay

Anon it’s actually rly good timing when you sent this because I was getting really down on myself today and I almost started crying but reading this made me feel so much better ;; thank you???



Vengeance ~ Part I

Peter Parker x OC

requested? Nope

Warning? none

Note: So here it is!!!! The sequel!!! I hope you love part one it was so much fun writing it with the talented hoebag @rejectcentral!!!!!!! So sit back, relax, and enjoy the story…

Tony Stark’s POV:

~Six months after Samara’s death~

It’s been 6 months since my daughter died and her spider boyfriend went and gave up the spandex because he couldn’t deal with looking at the citizens of New York without feeling the failure weigh so heavily on his shoulders.

Peter Parker isn’t special, I feel the same way he does. I failed protecting my own child, my heir, but you don’t see me throwing in my suits. Actually the opposite, I seem to have fallen deeper into the depths of rage and depression.

Pepper ended our ‘break’ the moment I  found out that Samara died. I drank bourbon and whiskey until I couldn’t see straight and drunk dialed her. I didn’t expect her to come back, I also didn’t expect her to run into my garage as I was throwing tools around and calm down my raging ass.

What Peter and I will always have in common is that we are changed by the events that took place, and not for the better either.

“This is your 30th time looking Tony..” Pepper said in a knowing voice.

“Not the last either if I don’t find her…I know you’re looking out for me, I do and I appreciate it, trust me, but as long as Samara’s body is out there not found I will never give up looking. I need to lay my baby to rest.” I said, determination and a slight crazed tone laced my voice.

Pepper nodded her head sadly, placing her hand on my Iron Man metal suit chest, and gave me a peck on my cheek before I closed the metal mask.

“You’ll be home for dinner?” She asked backing away giving me space. I took a deep breath and felt the rockets in my feet kick on, sending me flying into the air. As I flew above New York I couldn’t help but watch the scene of Sam dying all over again. I was able to hack security cameras from all over the city to capture the entire event. All that I want now is to be able to find her body and put her to rest, at least that will give me some sort of relief that this whole ordeal is over. I turned on F.R.I.D.A.Y and had her begin to scan the river and along all of its banks for what seemed like the 300th time since Samara’s death. Again, she came up with nothing. I couldn’t say that I expected much more from her, F.R.I.D.A.Y. was just a computer program anyways, she wasn’t perfect. Sighing, I was about to fly back to the tower before I saw a familiar blue sweatshirt sitting on a firescape, staring blankly into the dusk scenery of Queens. I slowly flew down to Parker, knowing that he was having as rough of a time as anyone, after all he had known Samara the longest. The kid looked like he just had the shit beat out of him numerous times, probably has without Sam to defend him and make him grow some balls like she used to. I landed beside the sulking boy, the metal from my suit clanking against the rust of the old steel. Parker looked over, his face neutral yet his eyes seemed like they had no life inside of them. All of the once youthful and innocent glow was now gone, replaced with a familiar stare, one that I had acquired over the past few months.

“Hey kid.” My voice was scratchy and raw from all of the emotions that I was still feeling course through my veins. He looked my suit up and down before returning his head back to his hands which rested on a bar in front of him, his legs dangling in front of him in the dusty air.

“I was looking around and I saw you, how are you?”

Peter didn’t respond at first, he didn’t even lift his head, he just shifted his eyes in my direction before answering. “I’m…fine,” Peter replied shortly breathing deep. “Well whenever you feel like being Spiderling again wing by,” I awkwardly patted him on the back, “Will do Mr. Stark.” Peter said doing a small salute, it’s sad watching such a bright spirited kid slowly lose his happiness. I could understand where he was coming from though, it was easy to see (though I didn’t normally approve) that they made each other better people… happier people.

Before I left to go back to the tower I had to tell Peter words of advice, he needs it.

“Samara wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself. If you loved her at all you’d see that this, all of what you’re doing,” i motioned around us in the air, sighing before I continued knowing it was like the blind leading the blind for me to give advice. “This isn’t what she died for kid, and you know it too, deep down.”

His expression seemed like I slapped him in the face. Before he could speak I was gone, I just hope that he takes what I said to heart.

As I was flying back, F.R.I.D.A.Y said the very thing that fought for so long to hear.

“I have spotted Samara Callalily Stark.”

My heart seized and my breath came out in short spurts, “give me the coordinates.”  Once F.R.I.D.A.Y gave me the directions I feel faint, my daughter has been on a bank of sand hidden from the eyes of coast guards, police and myself; but now she’s finally found, and her suffering is now truly over.

F.R.I.D.A.Y has directed me to a bed of calla lilies, under the bridge. I see multiple carts of clothes and homeless people scattered under the bridge for shelter.

“She’s here? Been here this whole time?” I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. Confused I walked out of the suit and dropped to my knees, I letting my fingers graze over the flowers that smell of sweetness and happiness.

“No, actually Mr. Stark. I would estimate Samara has been recently buried, I say a few weeks, the flowers have grown from seeds at an aggressive rate.” F.R.I.D.A.Y said quizzically, I start to panick and rip the flowers from their roots. Someone has taken my baby’s body and returned it, what have they done?  

“Help! Help F.R.I.D.A.Y! She’s down here!” I yell digging with my bare hands. After a few minutes with F.R.I.D.A.Y’s help we see something wrapped in tarp. I almost stop, suddenly scared at what I’d find, the smell alone sends me into shock.

Someone has been here and tampered with my daughter’s remains.

F.R.I.D.A.Y kept digging and I sit there with a dirty hand clamped over my mouth. F.R.I.D.A.Y wraps the suit’s arms around the body shaped tarp and pulled it out.

“Mr. Stark would you like to open it now or-”

“At the tower…We need the tools there to find out why someone took her body.” I said, F.R.I.D.A.Y then gently placed Samara’s body on the sand to let me get into the suit, once I got into the suit I gently carry my child in my arms. Her body hung limply in my arms, dirt covering her skin, tinting it a darker tone than normal. As we flew through the air, her once vibrant blonde hair was now a strawberry blonde, something that I hadn’t noticed when I first discovered her body. I don’t ever remember her coloring her hair when she lived in the tower with me, so how did her hair color change? Maybe it was from the dirt somehow, I don’t know and I don’t really care at this point. All I know is that I have my daughter again.

“Tony you’re home ea-My God! You found her!” Pepper yelled in surprise once I landed on the tower, though I would love to talk to Pepper about finding my deceased daughter this was more important. So I keep walking, straight to the lab.

I opened the suit and carried Samara down to the lab, just to have a little more time with her before officially burying her. As I opened the glass doors, F.R.I.D.A.Y. had already cleared a sterile table off for me to lay her down. The lighting in the room made her look so pale, unlike her normal glowing complexion. Her now strawberry blonde hair lay fanned around her head and the tiny freckles on her cheekbones stood out more than normal. She looked so, peaceful, almost as if she were sleeping instead of dead. I could barely handle looking at her body like this, so I put a line of fluids in an IV in her arm just to keep her body hydrated so she doesn’t become disfigured. Slowing the drip down extensively, I walked out of the room, closing and locking the door behind me.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., turn the lights off and make the glass one way please.” I said weakly.

“Of course sir.” The automated voice spoke back. The lights slowly went off one by one in the lab, only the E light above Samara’s body remained on, but before I could look further into the room, I was met with my reflection from the mirror. After staring back at myself for a few minutes, I turned my head to the ground, tears falling down my face as I walked towards the elevator to take me to my room.

“Mr. Stark would you like me to contact the rest of the team?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked gently, not wanting to set me off into a hysteria of emotions. I gulped and nodded my head slightly.

“Yes, but don’t contact Spider-boy yet. I want to tell him in person.”

“Of course Mr. Stark.”


Pain. Excruciating pain. That was all I felt. My brain was pounding against my skull, almost as if it were trying to break free. My wrists were burning, oh god, it was all so much pain. I kept trying to move my body around but to no avail. I couldn’t even feel my lungs moving, yet here I was, how was this happening? The burning in my wrist was becoming more and more painful, feeling the pain now run up through my entire arm and into my torso. I remained unmoved, but my mind was racing internally. How did I get here? I was on the bridge with Harry and Peter last I remembered. It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes ago but now I can’t move. Oh my God, am I paralyzed? Am I in a coma?! OKay okay, calm down Samara, you’re fine, you are absolutely- Oh God. THE PAIN JUST MAKE IT STOP! I was screaming in my mind, the pain becoming so overwhelming that I couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Suddenly a calming voice entered my mind,

“Let go my darling, it’s time for you to go back home.”

Before I could question my mother’s voice, the pain was gone, as was the darkness.

Gasping, I sat up quickly from a hardened surface, a single bright light overwhelming my senses…


“So you did find her body then?” The entire team stood in the kitchen, most with a solemn expression upon their faces. I nodded my head and took a sip of the bourbon in my glass.

“What do you plan on doing with her?” Natasha asked. I shrugged my shoulders, setting my drink back down of the granite surface.

“Have a little funeral for all of us, then bury her. That’s all that I can do at this point.” The word ‘funeral’ felt worse than the burn from the bourbon in my drink.

“So where is the boy?” Vision asked. “I mean I would assume he would’ve been the first to hear the news of his love being found.”

“I wanted to tell him in person. I didn’t think the kid deserved to be told over the phone about this. It wouldn’t be fair tha-”

“Mr. Stark.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang through the speaker system, alarm in her voice, which was unusual since she was a computer program. Confusion filled my mind as I contemplated the news that could make her this worried.

“What is it F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” I asked, taking another sip of the alcohol, as it was the only thing besides Pepper making this whole experience somewhat bearable.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t really know how to put this…”

“Just spit it out!” I yelled, becoming more frustrated with the current situation, multiple scenarios running through my mind.

“Mr. Stark… Samara is alive.”

I felt the glass slip from my hand and the shattering as it hit the hardwood floor, the remaining brown liquid spilling along the surface. I couldn’t control my motions, it was like my body was on auto-pilot and I was just along for the ride. I was running down the stairs as I knew the elevator would be too slow for my liking. My feet kept slamming against the concrete staircase, running faster than I have in years, the rest of the team right on my tail.

When I reached the lab floor, F.R.I.D.A.Y. already had the door open so I wouldn’t have to waste time opening myself. I stopped abruptly when I saw her sitting up on the table through the wall that was once again glass. Her new hair now flowed down her back instead of fanning around her head. Her back was faced to the door so I couldn’t see much of her. I was the only one to walk forward through the lab doors, slowly and unsurely making my way to where she sat. Stopping a couple feet behind her, I cleared my throat. Her head whipped around and looked directly into my eyes. One of her eyes…instead of her trademark cool baby blues that held secrets of the world one is now replaced with one light green eye, and her natural glow had engulfed her skin, she looked radiant, like she had never left.

“Dad.” Her soft voice filled my ears and I rushed forward, bringing my arms around her and squeezing her so tight I could feel my own air supply leaving my body but I don’t care, I had my daughter back. When she hugged me back I felt a slight stabbing in my back. I pulled away and looked back to see what was poking me. Samara now had vines growing out of her wrists.

“Shit, sorry. I really haven’t learned how to control this yet.” She said, grabbing her arm back, making the the thick deep green vines receded back into her skin. Her eyes glow as the process ensued.

“How? This is..what is going on?” Steve said astonished, the rest of the Avengers all shared a look of awe.

“I don’t know how any of this happened, I just remember being dead and…not being dead anymore.”

I smile, at this moment I could care less on how any of this is possible, my daughter is back and I can’t be happier. “Let’s not worry about that now…Let’s celebrate your, uh your arrival? Yes let’s call it that, I say Shawarma for everyone!”

There was chorus of agreement, Samara still hasn’t let go of me. Not that I minded one bit, as everyone was going up stairs and F.R.I.D.A.Y was placing the food order, Samara said something that somehow made me even happier, “Where’s Peter? Can he be invited too?”

I smiled and patted her back then rubbed it. “I’ll get him myself, he’ll be happy to see you,” She smiled bright and ran up to Natasha who had open arms.

Time to see Spider-ling.



Peter Parker’s POV:

My hands are sweating as Mr. Stark and I ride the elevator to the Avengers common room. Mr. Stark had a shit-eating grin on his features. “Calm down Kid, she misses you too; hell maybe this’ll be the push to get you back into crime fighting?…” Mr. Stark said in a insinuating tone.

I’ve been detached to the whole idea of taking on Spider-Man, it honestly scares me. I’m a failure to the people, why should I have the privilege to be the people’s beacon of hope again?

I might be the hero New York deserves, but Samara with always be the hero that they need.

“We’ll talk later, you look constipated.”  

Right when I was about to rebuttal the elevator doors dinged and slid open. My mouth clamped shut and I stood up straight.

I’m about to see Samara again, my Sam.  

I slowly walked out, shyly looking around the room before I spotted her.

She’s stunning (not that it came as much of a surprise), her hair falling into thick, strawberry waves all the way down her back. I ignore the fact that it’s a different color, that’s besides the point…Samara’s back and that’s all that matters.


At the sound of my voice she halted all movements and swiftly craned her head over to where I stood. Her eyes also different but they still held the same wanderlust that had me falling in love with her all over again.

“Peter!” Samara screamed in pure happiness, and ran over to me, engulfing my body in a hug.

I felt my eyes water as I grasp onto her, her face tucked away into my neck. My hand was resting on the back of her head.

“You’re real? I’m not dreaming right, tell me I’m not dreaming?” I said as we slightly pulled apart, still in each other’s arms. She smiled that smile of hers and brings me into a deep kiss,

Her fingers laced through my grown out hair. I felt like everything was finally making sense and my world didn’t need tape to be fixed anymore, no Sam is enough to restore it to what it was before, maybe even better than before.

“I’m here Pete, I’m real…I missed you Spidey. I like your hair.”

She ran her fingers through my brown, messy locks and I closed my eyes in contentment. I was about to kiss her again when Mr. Stark cleared his voice;

“Okay…you guys have an audience now let’s keep the PDA at a medium and let’s celebrate with Shawarma!”

There was a chorus a cheers and, Samara and I blush like mad, “Come on, let’s eat, I haven’t ate in months!”

I smile as she pulls us to dinner table, finally my Sam is back and I’ll do anything in my power to keep it that way.


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