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Religion is Complicated

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Title: Religion is Complicated

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,583

Warnings: angst, and small amounts of fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy Satan Sunday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

The rain pelted your clothes as you sat on the curb outside your house.  You weren’t sure where you were going to go.  Your family had always been strict with their religion and their rules.  You didn’t mean to upset them with your opinion.  Apparently having an opinion was earned in your home.  You realized this a little too late.

Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the rain.  It didn’t matter what happened, you now had nowhere to live, nowhere to eat, and nowhere to bathe.  This had to be one of the worst days of your life.

“Religion can be so complicated,” an unfamiliar voice uttered, as a tall man towered over you.  His hair was blond and his eyes were blue.  He was wearing jeans and a brown shirt with a green over shirt on top of it.  “I broke too many rules once.  My father kicked me out too.”

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Anon request: Hi could I get a Grayson imagine? This may be very unoriginal, but could I get one where the reader and Grayson are very close as best friends, and they’re just hanging out or something, but throughout the story their friendship turn into something more?😁 I love your imagines by the way!

photo creds: painfulbliss


It was one in the morning when Grayson texted you. Luckily for him, you never slept either, which meant you were awake too. Unluckily for you, you were wearing pj shorts, a tank top, and socks with pizzas all over them, so you were not really looking too good. Grayson had asked you come over with no context provided, and you being you, accepted the request. And now you were waiting outside his house, still wearing your pj’s, and shivering from the cold.

“Hey,” the door swung open, warm light pouring through the cracks and Illuminating Grayson’s face. “Oh-wow-sorry-come in,” he stumbled, looking you over and stepping aside.

“T-thanks,” you stuttered and stepped in gratefully, skipping through the living room and plopping down in front of the cushy couch. A glowing fire had been lit, so you stretched your legs out across the soft carpet and extended your hands towards the flames.

“Here,” Gray plopped down beside you, pulling off his hoodie and offering it to you.  He wore a plain black tee underneath, matched with navy sweats.

You took the grey hoodie and pulled it over your head, but it was so huge on you, you felt like you’d been stuffed into a potato sack. A potato sack which happened to smell really damn good.

“Cute socks,” Grayson said, stretching his legs out and knocking his foot playfully against yours.

“Thanks,” you said with a little smile.

“Sorry for asking you here so lat-early,” Grayson chuckled softly.

“Well you promised me cookies, so…” you giggled.

Grayson rolled his eyes with a laugh and reached back before pulling out a plate covered in gooey chocolate chip cookies.

“Wait, really?!” you gasped.

“You thought I was lying?”

“Well, I would’ve come either way!”

“Really?” Grayson said, his full lips twitching upwards.

“Sure,” you shrugged, “that’s what friends are for.”

Grayson’s smile faltered slightly, but he regained his composition quickly, “Yeah.”

“Do you have mi-” you began.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve learnt by now that you only like cookies with milk,” Grayson sighed, handing you a mug.

You gave him a big smile before grabbing the cup, and saying sarcastically, “You know me sooo well.”

And with that you dunked your cookie and shoved it in your mouth in a most unattractive way.

Grayson raised an eyebrow, trying to refrain from snorting with laughter.

“A lady,” you began, through a mouthful of cookie, “always has grace and poise,” you took a swig of milk, “and beauty,” you swallowed, a bit of milk dribbling out your mouth.

Grayson burst out laughing, his face going red as he bent over his knees through fits of giggles that you mimicked.

“Hey hey hey,” you laughed, “judge all you want, but I will eat all these cookies if you do not.”

Grayson recovered and sat back up, extending his hand for a cookie, “Kay.”

“Open your mouth,” you said, taking a cookie.


“Just do it.”

“Well what if I don’t want t-”

“Can you please just-”

“I don’t feel like i-”

Halfway through his sentence you shoved a cookie into Grayson’s open mouth to shut him up.

He snickered and ate it, his eyes going dark, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“You think you’re funny?” he smiled mischievously.

“Yeah, actually, I do,” you said nervously, sensing a threat.

Grayson pounced on you with no warning, his hands coming down to your waist, where he began to ruthlessly tickle you. You squirmed beneath him, having absolutely no chance of breaking his strong grip on you. He flashed a grin as you begged for mercy, your eyes watering as you kicked the ground, your hands flying ou-

Your hand hit something, which then rolled across the carpet.

“Oh shit,” you sat up, Grayson releasing you to see what happened.

A trail of milk spilt over the carpet, the mug rolling off the carpet and onto the dark wooden floors.

“I’m…so sorry…” you said in shock.

“It’s fi-” Gray started.

You jumped up from the carpet and picked up the mug from the floor, heading to the kitchen and returning with a wet towel which you used to begin scrubbing out any traces of a stain.

“(Y/N)-” Grayson tried.

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, scrubbing with more force.

“(Y/N),” Grayson said, his voice coming close, his hand on your shoulder.

You sunk down in defeat, turning to face him and crossing your legs, your head hanging.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it,” he smiled softly, his eyes trying to coax yours up.

You sighed, opening your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.

“Hey,” he murmured, two of his fingers crawling under your chin and lifting your face up, “that’s what friends are for.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit at this.

“I’m so lucky to be able to say that you, Grayson Dolan, are my best friend,” you grinned.

He nodded quite solemnly, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest for a hug. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, Grayson’s hand coming up to hold the back of your head gently, his fingers caressing you, his breath light as it fell over your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed with content into his sun kissed skin.

“Oh yeah,” you remembered, “why did you invite me here, anyway?”

Grayson paused, “it was my fault for the mug, I was a bit rough,” he diverted the topic.

“Pfft,” you said, pulling out of the hug but staying close to Gray, “no it’s not, now answer the question.”

“What question? Grayson said, trying to act oblivious.

“Ha ha, how funny,” you mocked.

He shrugged, his eyes pulling away from yours, “I don’t know..I just wanted to see you.”

You snickered, “One in the morning, and you wanted to be with me?!”

“I always want to be with you,” he said simply, his eyes on the flickering orangey-red embers.

“That’s hilarious,” you cheesed.

“Is it so hard to believe?” he asked, turning his head back to yours, his voice serious.

“Um,” you said, your smile fading, your heartbeat suddenly sounding loud in your ears, “I-I don’t know.”

“Well why are you here?” Grayson asked, his curious hazel eyes searching yours.

“Because, I-,” you paused, “You asked me.”

“Yeah, I asked you, at one in the morning, and you said yes without a second’s hesitation,” he pondered aloud.

You gulped nervously, aware of your cheeks steadily flushing rose.

“W-I don’t know, I was just being a good-”

“Friend,” Grayson finished, his voice a low whisper.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked you over in wonder.

“…Friend,” you nodded, taking in a deep breath, your eyes diverting away from his as you said it.

Grayson extended his hand, brushing his thumb lightly over your cheek.

“Look, Grayson, I-” you began.

“I know,” he sighed, dropping his hand in defeat.

“Do you?” you said, pushing a strand of hair from your eyes.

“I probably shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend,” he murmured sadly.

“Gray-” you began.

“Just,” he interrupted, “Don’t.”

You turned your eyes back to his intense gaze.

“I get it,” he blinked, moving to stand, “so I don’t need to hear you say it.”

“Jeez, one of these day’s, you’re going to learn to let me finish a sentence,” you said in exasperation, suddenly grabbing Grayson roughly by his collar and pulling his lips right down onto yours. There was a fleeting second of confusion when his lips crashed into yours, but from there it was a tangle of body parts and hungry kisses. Your hands tugged at the back of Gray’s hair, your breath coming short as you nibbled his bottom lip, not having a second to breathe before he drowned you with more affection, your lips molding together. Grayson nipped at you gently, one of his hands coming to cup your face, his skin warm and soft against yours. You kissed him deeply once more before pulling back, your eyes closed, your breath ragged.

 There was a moment of silence where you caught your breath and prepared what to say.

“I thought we were ‘friends,’” Grayson mumbled, keeping his forehead to yours.

“Well, I’d say there’s no better person to fall in love with than a friend,” you smirked, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

His eyes were crinkled sadly, his lips parted.

“I never thought you could love me,” he said, which physically pained you to hear.

You brushed your fingers lightly against Gray’s bottom lip, a smile tickling the corners of your mouth, “Well, I probably shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend,” you whispered.

But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series

based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea 

Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess

I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.

I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.

I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.

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Coincidence: Chapter 3

Chapter 1   Chapter 2

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU


Word Count: 2,474

You stared at Jackson from across the table. After two weeks of planning, you two were finally able to go out on your date. Now was your chance to get the information you wanted. Yes, that sounded like you were just using Jackson, but you weren’t. He was an extremely nice man, so you wouldn’t mind him sticking around for a bit, at the very least.

The restaurant Jackson took you to was amazing. Everything looked so fancy and expensive, you would never be able to afford to eat at a place like this on your own. Even the table cloth seemed like it cost more than your whole family. How was Jackson able to afford to go here? This just raised your suspicions about him.

“So, (Y/N), tell me a little more about yourself,” Jackson said with a kind smile on his face.

“Oh! Ummmm, well, I’m in college… and… I don’t know, what do you want to know about me?” You said, fiddling with your hands.

“Well, let’s start with your college life then, what do you plan to do afterwards?”

“To be honest, I’m not completely sure, but I’m planning to become a doctor as of now.”

“Oh, a doctor, how interesting! I believe that you’ll become an amazing doctor, but are you really sure you’ll be cope to deal with all those years of studying?”

“That’s exactly why I don’t know if I’ll stay determined enough to finish my schooling. I also want to have the chance to start a family without any disruptions.”

“That is true. Is that why Jungkook is so desperate to get you a boyfriend?”

“That’s part of the reason.”

“What’s the other part?”

“The fact that he’s a little shit, and he loves to see me embarrassed.”

Jackson started laughing at your remark towards your “dear” friend. His laugh was amazing. It was extremely high pitched for a man, and it drew the attention of many people towards your table. You quickly looked down to your lap and waited for Jackson to calm down. All these rich people made you self conscious; they made you feel as if you didn’t belong.

“(Y/N), you are one of the funniest women I have ever met! You are never afraid to say what you think.”

You smiled at Jackson and took a sip of your drink. The night mostly consisted of you two having small talk and Jackson’s high pitched laugh. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself, Jackson was a very laid back man. It was a surprise he was the same man from that night. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find the perfect moment to ask him about it. Every time you would try to turn the conversation to his job he would always steer you two away from that conversation. That is, until after a particular “funny” comment from you, Jackson looked over your shoulder and completely froze, as if he had seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?” You asked turning to look over your shoulder.

Suddenly, Jackson grabbed your face and pulled you closer to him. You were barely a centimeter apart, what was he trying to do? Who was back there?

“Don’t look back at all okay?” Jackson looked at you with complete seriousness. How is he able to change personalities so quickly?

“Okay, but can you at least tell me why I’m not allowed to look back?” You whispered.

“…Fine,” He said with a lot of hesitation.

“V is here,” he finally said after taking a deep breath.

V was here? Your heart immediately started beating faster, would he recognize you? Why here of all places? Questions ran through your mind a mile a minute, what were you going to do?

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), he’s not the type to murder someone in public. He likes to do his business in private, I don’t blame him, it’s easier that way,” Jackson said as if he had read your mind.

However, his comment just added to your worries. What exactly did Jackson mean by easier? Since when was murder a business? You were so confused, but who could blame you? You took a deep breath and took a long swig of your almost forgotten wine on the table.

“Woah, (Y/N), calm down! You do not want to get drunk, especially with V in the building!” Jackson yelled at you, taking the wine glass from your hand.

You just stared at Jackson and took a deep breath. You needed answers. The problem was that Jackson seemed like he was never going to give you them. You decided to keep quiet for now. If you continued causing trouble Jackson might cause a scene, and lord knows you don’t want that to happen. You looked back at Jackson. His eyebrows were furrowed; he genuinely looked worried about you. You gave him a small smile in reassurance.

“Jackson, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, you can tell me anything.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“I promise.”

“I need to pee,” you said feeling your face heat as the laughter started. It’s not your fault! You just thought he should know so he could escort you, or something, so you wouldn’t get hurt!

“Are you serious?” He said between giggles. You nodded your head vigorously.

“Well, I think it’s safe enough for you go to the bathroom by yourself. Go ahead, I’ll be right here,” Jackson smiled at you, motioning for you to go.

You smiled thankfully and stood up. You quickly walked towards the bathroom. In truth, you didn’t really need to go, you just wanted to think over how you would force the answers you needed out of Jackson. You passed many tables, avoiding people’s stares, it seemed like not many people appreciated Jackson’s hyena like laughter. Unfortunately for you, you happened to miss a certain man’s stare as you walked in the bathroom.

Jackson took a sip of his wine and looked at his watch. It was getting late, he would have to escort (Y/N) home. No telling what V would do to her if she was alone. Suddenly, Jackson heard a chair screech and looked up, thinking (Y/N) was back.

“How cute, you’re on a date,” V taunted him taking a seat in (Y/N)’s chair.

“What do you want?” Jackson sneered at V.

“I want many things, Jackson, but the one thing I want the most is the money you owe me, remember that? Of course you don’t, don’t even bother answering that question, you were too busy fooling around with a girl,” V scowled at Jackson, who looked like he was ready to murder V in the middle of the restaurant.

“First of all, it’s not me who owes you money, it’s JB, he’s the leader after all. Secondly, I’m not ‘fooling around with a girl’. I’m just spending time getting to know her, that’s all.”

“Well, tell JB to give me the money he owes me, and you are fooling around, let’s face it. How could I blame you, though? She’s a sight for sore eyes, very different from the average hooker.”

That comment crossed the line for Jackson. He stood up from his chair and slammed his hands on the table. V just sat in the chair with a smirk on his face. He wanted Jackson to get mad, he wanted Jackson to get violent. After all, Jackson had to be one of the most tame members of his group, right next to Youngjae. V just wanted to see Jackson’s true pontential, and then find his weakness.

However, to V’s disappointment, Jackson just took a deep breath and sat back down, earning him a scowl from V.

“I wouldn’t want to cause a scene, V. You know how the cops are looking for you. I wouldn’t want your empire to crumble. I suggest you go back to your table.”

V opened his mouth to protest, but he happened to see (Y/N) making her way back to the table, oblivious to what is going on with Jackson and him. He looked back at Jackson, giving him one more scowl, and stood up leaving the table.

You walked back to Jackson, lost in thought. After much thought on how you would approach the situation, you decided to just be up front about it. You were going to demand answers from him, and you weren’t going to back down. You thought of the exact words you were going to say to Jackson on your way back. However, a deep voice cut you out of your thoughts.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You looked up and there he was, V. You gulped, there he was, the man that stayed in your mind weeks after “meeting” him. Did he remember you? Probably not, he, unlike Jackson, wasn’t able to get a good look at you since you spent the majority of the time running away from him.

“Yes?” You replied, your voice shaking.

“I suggest you stay away from Jackson, he’s not who you think he is.”

“And why would I trust you? I don’t even know who you are!” You glared at him, trying to act brave.

“You might be right about not trusting me, but you are absolutely wrong about not knowing me. You know who I am, and I know who you are, even though you didn’t even bother introducing yourself after you saved your little boyfriend, (Y/N).”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend, and you’re just a nobody.”

“Don’t be so sure of that, sweetheart. After all, I am not just a nobody, you’ll see, so watch your back,” he said, winking at you before walking towards his table.

You quickly walked back to Jackson, who seemed completely clueless as to what just happened. After that conversation with V, your determination for answers increased drastically. As you sat down Jackson smiled at you, though he looked a bit bothered by something.

“Jackson, I want answers,” You said sternly.

“About what?”

“About everything! Why is V so dangerous? What do you work as? Can you please just answer everything?”

“… fine, I’ll answer your questions,” Jackson said running his hand through his hair.

“But let’s go somewhere else, I don’t trust anyone here,” he said, waving down a waiter for the bill.

Afterwards, Jackson drove you back to your apartment, and you were beyond terrified. Why didn’t he want to give you answers at the restaurant? Was it because of V? Pushing your thoughts aside, you decided to mentally brace yourself for what Jackson was going to tell you.

You led Jackson to your living room and sat down, patting the spot next to you. Jackson sat down and took several deep breathes, until finally he spoke.

“If I tell you, just promise you’ll keep this a secret. Take it to your grave, (Y/N).”

“I will, I promise,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, also promise you won’t freak out and stop talking to me.”

“I promise.”

“Okay, good, just making sure.”

“Just tell me already, Jackson!”

“Okay, okay! I’m in the mafia.”


“I. Am. In. The. Mafia.”

“Wha- but, how? You don’t seem like that type of guy.”

“I’m not, believe me. I just ended up being friends with the wrong kind of people, and then somehow I got sucked into the mafia.”

“Don’t you ever want to leave?”

“At times, yes, but most of the time I’m content. I’m spending time with the people who care about me the most. I might leave one day though, if possible, once I start a family.”

“What about V?”

“V is part of a very successful mafia gang, called BTS. It’s a silly name really, but they are one of the strongest out there, they practically run the state! They have many people on their side, we call them ARMY, but there are only six men who really have the most power.”

“Who are those men?”

“We know most of their names, they are: V, Rap Monster, Jin, J-Hope, Jimin, and Suga. However the-”

“How come they all have such strange names?” You asked, interrupting him.

“To protect their identities, nobody wants to get caught. Now, as I was saying, there is one new addition to BTS. Normally, this wouldn’t matter, but it has been rumored that this new person has been given a high position in the gang. Adding one more to the list of powerful in BTS.”

“Do you know their name?”

“Unfortunately, no. This makes it even more dangerous, they could be literally anyone, and we wouldn’t know.”

“What gang are you a part of?”

“I’m part of a gang called GOT7, and I have one of the high positions,” Jackson said semi-proudly.

“Can you tell me their names?”

“Hmm… sure, I guess. The leader of our gang is called JB, then there’s me, Mark, Jinyoung, Bambam, Younjae, and Yugyeom.”

“Oh, is your gang strong?”

“I’m pretty sure we are. We’re at least as strong as BTS.”

“Oh, well, I have one more question,” You said holding up one finger.

“Go ahead.”

“Why were you and V in the alley that night?”

“Well, BTS and GOT7 had a partial alliance.We would basically help each other out every now and then in exchange for never ratting our gangs out to the cops. However, one day we borrowed some money from BTS, and V wanted us to pay it back to him once we were able to. We sent the money, but, according to V, they never received it. So V called one of us to go meet and talk with him, and I was the lucky one who had to go. Soooooooo… You’re all caught up now,” Jackson said, smiling awkwardly.

“Wow, Jackson. Thank you so much for filling me in on everything,” You said holding his hands.

“I think it’s time that I go, it’s getting pretty late,” Jackson said, looking at the clock.

Jackson headed towards your door, however, he stopped before he could put his hand on the door knob.

“One more thing (Y/N), take care of yourself. V knows how you look like and he knows that you are somehow involved with the members of GOT7, and, believe me, that is enough reason for you to be murdered,” he turned back to the door and opened it before stopping again.

“I’m sorry to say it (Y/N), but you are now involved with the mafia, and you have little to no chance of ever being forgotten by any of us. Especially V.” 

(A/N): Sry for the long wait *cri* but I’m back and I am thinking about starting my first GOT7 fanfic

(and yes I know it is a different gif but work with me ok lol)

THE SPACE HAND BLEW UP!!!  WE’RE SAFE!!!  But questions remain.  Like who blew it up?  And why did it come to Beach City?  And how come Peedee always gets to ride in the front seat?

I have my own theory: the Space Hand is connected to the Polymorphic Sentient Rocks!  Their goal?  TO HOLLOW OUT THE EARTH SO THEY CAN TRANSPORT IT TO THEIR STAR SYSTEM!  As shown here in this very technical animated sequence.

I’ll have to do some more investigating to find out THE TRUTH, but I have a feeling this is going to turn into something big.

Oh also, I saw Steven hanging out at the ol’ Brooding Hill.  He looked sad, but I think I gave him some good advice.

itsanneelisehere said:
Hey Doll, I was wondering if you could do a Shawn imagine. Could it be about Shawn defending you you then getting into a physical fight with another magcon boy because they were saying mean and untrue things about y/n. Then y/n takes care of Shawn when they get home. Thank you! Btw, I love your imagines!!!!


I was pretty much hated by a couple people, for reasons, I myself don’t even know about. I was having a party at mine and Shawn’s house. Shawn, my boyfriend of a year and half, and a couple of his closets friends where among the few people here.I was having a good time dancing, when Mahogany came over to me “Y/N, carter’s talking about you” she whispered in my ear “why?” I questioned back. I’ve never done anything to no one, especially Carter of all people. “I don’t know, he’s calling you a lot of names and saying you tried to fuck him, and when he denied you, you started rumors about him” “but I never even knew he existed until I met Shawn” “I know” she put her hand on my shoulder. At this point, I was fed up. Fed up with the lies and fed up with everything. “Does Shawn know?” I questioned “no not yet” “good.” I went past everyone, to find Carter by the pool talking to Taylor, Sammy and Nate. They did not seem to agree with what Carter was saying, yet didn’t stop him. “Well, well, well here comes the little slut now” he smirked at me “excuse me?” I sent him a glare “you heard me” he chuckled “what the fuck is your problem” I questioned “you” he said serious “what did I ever do to you?” I almost yelled, he smirked which got me even more angrier. “What haven’t you done to me?” He sarcastically said, “I’ve never done anything to you Carter, I did even know you existed until i met Shawn. Now your telling people I tried to fucking get with you and you rejected me, and I started rumors? Like get your story straight kid, cuz I’d never try, and get with someone like you, nor will I waste my precious oxygen spreading lies. Your not worth my time nor my thoughts. If your gonna say shit, say the fucking truth. You and me both know your mad that I rather be faithful to Shawn then cheat on him with a no good person like you.” I snapped back. His face changed to anger “says the slut who was practically begging me to fuck her, remember? Oh wait your gonna say you don’t because you were too busy being "faithful to Shawn”, your nothing but a nobody that fucks with anyone and everyone she can fuck with" he chuckled “what did you say?” I heard a soft voice that I could only recognize as Shawn, I looked over to Sammy and his face shifted uncomfortably, and I knew I was right. Carter looked up and got nervous. “What?” He questioned back “I said, what the hell did you say about my girlfriend?” Shawn said walking past me “Shawn stop, he’s not worth it” I said pulling his wrist “your not worth it” Carter chuckled under his breath but Shawn caught it. “What the fuck is your problem” shawns voice grew louder “your fucking slut of a girlfriend is my problem” Carter said. Before I knew it Shawn had punched Carter straight in the nose “SHAWN NO!” I screamed. I tried to break it up but Nate picked me up pulling me away “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” I screamed trying to break free “your not getting hurt, let them be. Let Shawn get his anger towards Carter out. Shawn’s been waiting for this moment for a long time let em be.” He said pulling me farther. Tears came down my face, I looked, and in that moment Carter punched Shawn in his lip, causing blood to gush out. “SHAWN NO!” I yelling, I broke free, and ran but Nate caught up. Fists were flying, blood was everywhere. I needed to stop this and I needed it to be stopped now. “I’m sorry Nate” I said “what?” I kicked him in his balls, causing him to drop me, and fall to his knees in agony. Carter and Shawn stood up to deliver more blows, when I got between them. “Get out of the way” Shawn yelled “Yeah listen to your boyfriend, whore.” Carter spat. “NO! I’m not letting you hurt him” I yelled at Carter. I turned to a bloody Shawn and placed my hand on his cheeks “babe please… For me?” I said looking him in the eyes. His eyes shifted from mine to Carter, when Sammy finally got in it blocking Carter. “For you” Shawn said cleaning his lip, and walking inside the house. “Everyone out now” I yelled going after Shawn. I went upstairs, and found him in the bathroom. “Sit” I said pointing to the toilet seat. He walked over, and sat down. I got towels, first aid kit, and a couple bandages, and helped clean him up. I got on my knees, and cleaned his lip. After a 20 minutes, Shawn was back to normal, with a couple scratches and bandages here and there. I helped him over to our bed and lied him down. “Why did you do that?” I asked him sitting on the bed, “because, he was saying things I know for a fact where not true.” He said brushing his hand through his hair “if you knew they weren’t true, why stoop down to his level and fight for me?” I questioned “because, your worth it” he said sitting up “but” “no butts, he needed to be taught a lesson. He goes around, and does what he wants. Not caring who he hurts in the process, he’s picking on your for no reason, calling you all these untrue names for what?” “For the simple fact, he doesn’t have me like you have me” I said pushing him to lie back down. “Are you mad?” Shawn questioned “no, I just don’t like seeing you fight, and get hurt. I love you, and love the fact that you were looking out for me” “I’m sorry babe, but no one, and I mean no one will talk About you like that. Ever!” He said rubbing his hand against my face “I love you” I said cuddling into his chest “I love you too, never forget that” he said kissing my forehead, as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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In the Sin Bin (9/? | 36,985 | Rated E) **

As the goalie for the New York City Blazing Angels, Alec Lightwood thinks he’s finally found the team he can go all the way to the championship cup with. Then his agent and financial advisor are arrested for stealing their clients’ money, and Alec is forced to take on a side job doing endorsement deals, plus find a way to trust his new agent–Magnus Bane.

Alec hates Magnus the first time he sets eyes on him.

Magnus hates Alec more.

But they’re going to have to find some way to work together if Alec is going to make it to the championship.

oh, i’ve waited for you (1/1 | 12,359 | Rated E)

He’d been willing to maybe try messing around with a shadowhunter—his first—but a married one? Hell no. (And he’d been to hell before, so he knew exactly how serious it was)

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A/N: This was requested by @hellkaiserinphoenix hopefully you enjoy. I worked really hard on this.

Request: cassian candor imagine using the sentence prompts but it starts off with the reader is jealous of jyn and cassian spending time together since readaer and cassian are in a secret relationship and everyone thinks cassian and jyn together making the reader upset causing reader to ask mon mothma for a mission and leaves without telling cassian who was with jyn and the ones who notice that reader is upset are k2, baze, chirrut. when the mission goes wrong mon mothma sends cassian, k2, and hyn to help and reader is being stubborn and tells cassian why they left before going unconscious and when they wake up in the medbay cassian proposes to them and just fluff

Prompt #s: 4, 5, 7, 11,  13, 14, 16, 17, 221, 25, 28, 29, 35, 36, 37, 44, 45, 46, 48, 50, 51, 52, 58, 69, 71, 77, 78, 80, 82, 89, 95, 96, 97, 98


(Y/n) (L/n) and Cassian Andor had been secretly dating for years before Jyn Erso got to the base. Cassian never noticed that (Y/n) was upset that he was spending more time with Jyn, and not them. (Y/n) became angry every time they saw Jyn and Cassian together.

At first they were okay with Cassian being around Jyn because he had to. However after a while (Y/n) was upset, and just wanted to get away from the sight, so they went to Mon Mothma asking for a mission to go on.

Lucky enough Mon Mothma gave them a mission, and (Y/n) remembers telling Mon Mothma, “No one can know, and definitely Cassian can’t.” (Y/n) was now heading to a U-Wing, but they were stopped. Chirrut Imwe stood in front of them.

“I sense a disturbance within you. Is everything alright?” He questioned (Y/n).

As they were about to answer Chirrut’s question, Baze Malbus walked over and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Guys, I’m fine. I’m going on a mission I need to leave,” (Y/n) answered.  

The two weren’t completely convinced, but they let (Y/n) continue to the U-Wing. (Y/n) got into the vehicle, and sat in the pilot’s seat, and got off of Yavin 4 as quickly as they could make the ship go. (Y/n)’s mission wasn’t that hard, and wouldn’t take a whole lot of time. All they had to do was to just see what the Empire was up to. Nothing too dangerous; unless they got caught.

(Y/n) landed the U-Wing far from where the Empire could see it. They grabbed their bag that had everything they may need. (Y/n) headed towards the town the Empire had control of. They had been spying on the Empire’s stormtroopers for hours until one of the townspeople decided it would be a great idea to start a fight with a stormtrooper.

“Dammit, what have you done?” (Y/n) murmured, and sneaked towards the fight.

They needed to get there before the one trooper became more stormtroopers. As (Y/n) was close enough to the stormtrooper to shoot him; it became too late. More stormtroopers joined, but just as many civilians fought.

Blasters fired, and the one fight became a battle, a war zone. (Y/n) jumped in and shot as many troopers as she could, but they were shot in the side. (Y/n) didn’t stop though; no they continued, firing the blaster in their hand at as many stormtroopers as they could.

(Y/n) moved quickly behind a building, and spoke into the radio in their hand.

“Is anyone there?” (Y/n) choked out.

“(Y/n)? Is everything alright?” someone they didn’t recognize asked.

“No. Someone needs to come and help. The civilians started a battle with the Empire’s troopers. I was shot.”

“Alright, Captain Andor, Kaytoo, and Jyn Erso are heading out to help.”

(Y/n) didn’t have enough strength to argue, and just let it be. At least they would be saved.


Cassian, Kaytoo, and Jyn boarded onto Cassian’s U-Wing, and got off of Yavin 4 just as fast as (Y/n) had.

“The probability of (Y/n) being alive isn’t very high,” Kaytoo announced.

“Kay,” Cassian became annoyed.

“Yes, Cassian.”

“Shut up!” Cassian ordered angrily.


The three made it to (Y/n) just in time. Kaytoo stayed back, and Jyn fought with the civilians firing at the stormtroopers. Cassian kneeled by (Y/n), and whispered, “What happened here?”

“There’s so much blood,” (Y/n) coughed.

“Just hold on, you’ll be alright,” Cassian moved to pick (Y/n) up, but they pushed him away.

“Don’t help me,” (Y/n) sneered.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong? This isn’t like you,” Cassian was more worried than before.

“Cassian, you know what you did stop denying it.” (Y/n) shouted quietly before coughing some more.

“I don’t know what I did, mind telling me.”


“What about her?” Cassian questioned.

“The two of you have been getting quite cozy.”

Cassian laughed.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny.” (Y/n) became angry, but they loved his laugh it was kinda hard to be angry.

“Jyn, oh God no. (Y/n), I love you and only you. I’ve had to work with her a lot lately; I’m sorry.” Cassian told them.

(Y/n) felt so stupid. Of course Cassian loved them; they were just being really difficult, and that got them shot.

Jyn came running around the corner, shouting, “We need to go. This place is about to blow.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Cassian added while picking (Y/n) up bridal style.

“How did we get in this mess?” Kaytoo groaned as Jyn, Cassian, and (Y/n) entered the U-Wing.

“That’s right, because of them,” Kaytoo continued, and looked over at (Y/n).

(Y/n) gave him a naughty gesture; before shrieking because of the pain in their side.

“Jyn help Kaytoo getting out of here,” Cassian ordered before looking back to (Y/n) who was now laying on the floor.

“Just breathe. Everything will be okay,” He croaked out.

Cassian sat near (Y/n), and held onto their hand as their eyes closed.


Cassian had planned to have proposed to (Y/n) that night, but instead he watched them rest in the medbay. As he sat there he planned he’d still propose, but he didn’t know when. He was almost asleep when there was a knock on the door, and Jyn walked in.

“They’re not awake yet?” Jyn asked.

Cassian just shook his head, no.

Jyn knew that Cassian was going to propose, heck she helped pick the ring. She sat in a chair across the room, and replied, “I’m sorry.”

“So am I. (Y/n) doesn’t deserve this. I just want them to wake up, so I can be happy with them forever.” Cassian hadn’t noticed that (Y/n) was awake, and had heard all of that.

Once Cassian noticed he ran to their side, and engulfed them in a hug.

“(Y/n), can I ask you a question?” Cassian whispered.

(Y/n) nodded.

“Will you-” Cassian was interrupted by the door shutting.

“Who was that, and what are you hiding?” (Y/n) croaked.

“Jyn, and just let me finish.” Cassian answered.

(Y/n) mouthed ‘oh, okay’, and Cassian continued.

“Will you marry me?” Cassian proposed, and went down on one knee.

“What did you say?” They gasped.

“Will you marry me?” He asked again grinning.

(Y/n) smiled and replied, “Yes. Of course.”

Cassian slipped the ring onto their finger.

Both smiling ear to ear; Cassian got up, and kissed them. The kiss was different to the others the two shared. It was full of passion, and undying love.

Once the two pulled away from each other, Cassian began a speeech.

“(Y/n), I love you, and I never wanted to hurt you. You’re my one and only. I will never leave you, because I can’t. I will always protect you. I’ll never leave your side (Y/n), and don’t you forget that I love you.”

“I love you, too. You are also my one and only, and I have no plans on leaving you. I love you so much, Cassian.”

“This is the happiest moment of my life,” Cassian sighed happily.


A week passed, and (Y/n) was back to being healthy, but needed to stay away from too risky missions. Cassian was there by their side, and the two went back to Cassian’s room.

“It’s just you and me tonight. We can do whatever we want.” Cassian offered.

“Let’s just stay in, and you look lovely today, Cassian, but when was the last time you slept?” (Y/n) asked their fiance.

“Thanks, and you look beautiful no matter what.” Cassian replied.

“You didn’t answer my question,” (Y/n) cocked an eyebrow in his direction.

“I don’t know, maybe last week,” Cassian uttered.

“Cassian! You need to sleep,” (Y/n)

“I wanted to-” Cassian began to whine, but was interrupted by (Y/n).

“I don’t really care what you wanted to do. Change of plans we’re both going to sleep, and besides you’re cute when you’re sleeping.” (Y/n) declared.

“Fine, but let me change. I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes, so you don’t have to go to your room.” Cassian agreed.


Cassian changed into more comfortable clothing, and threw a t-shirt, and shorts at (Y/n). The t-shirt was his, but the shorts had been left in his room by (Y/n) from another visit. (Y/n) went into the bathroom, but struggled with taking off their clothes because of their wound.

“Cassian,” They shouted from the bathroom.

“Yes?” He asked from the other side of the door.

“Can you come in?”

“Uh. Yeah,” Cassian opened the door, and found (Y/n) struggling to get their shirt over their head.

“You’re hurt, let me help,” Cassian chuckled while helping them change.

Kaytoo walked into the scene, and stood shocked.

“This isn’t the time or place for me to be here. I assume.” He stated in his robotic voice.

“Kaytoo get out!” Cassian shouted at the robot while hurrying to put his shirt on (Y/n).

Kaytoo hurried out of the room, and shut the door mumbling something the two couldn’t hear.

“Honestly (Y/n), my clothes look great on you.” Cassian spoke into their neck.

They smiled at each other while getting into Cassian’s bed. The two held each other before (Y/n) whispered into Cassian’s chest, “What did I do to get you.”

“I have no idea, but I do know that I’m never letting go.” He sighed into the top of their head.

Cassian continued, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Forever?” He questioned them.


A Little Too Late Part 21

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 21

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 982

Warnings: Angst & fluff

A/N: What a way to start the day, am I right?? I hope you all enjoy the next part to this series! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all! <3 <3 I might eventually put this series into it’s own masterlist; probably today or tomorrow!

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Dean pulled Baby into the garage, taking the keys out of her ignition.  Dean glanced over at you; you looked worse now than you had getting in the car.  There was no doubt in his mind that the cause of all of this was your golden heart thing.  “Do you want me to help you to your room.  You look awful [Y/N],” Dean mumbled, concern in his voice.

You sat up, feeling slightly dizzy.  You turned your head to look at Dean; he was not enthralled.  “I would say no, but honestly I feel like shit,” you spoke in a low voice.  “Do you mind?”

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You were always outside at exactly sunset. Cassidy isn’t blind to you at all, often watching you try to garden in this dry ass town. He, of course watches from the church’s windows as you walk by and occasionally glance or wave at him. Every time you came in on Sunday for Jesse’s sermon, he couldn’t stop staring. There was something about you that made him feel something he never felt. Yes he occasionally flirted and made small talk until you were needed elsewhere, but you enjoyed his company. You’d never let him know, but you were quite interested in him. Sometimes you’d bring clothing to the church and you knew, when he would wear one particular article of clothing from that box. You always suspected something was wrong or going on with him. He never came out in the mornings, when he did, he wore some strange outfit covering almost his entire body and a straw hat. When he did come out, well it’s safe to say his intentions were always outrageous. You knew he did drugs, and drank, and went to the whore house. Sometimes you felt as if any feeling towards him would be unrequited on his way of life. You were probably never on his mind like he was on yours. He probably never thought about what you were doing or you at all. But that night, your opinion changed completely.


The door knocking almost alarmed you, since it was past midnight and everyone was already gone to sleep. Rushing to see who would interrupt you from dreaming, you were surprised to see Cassidy, standing there. He looked nervous, as you searched his eyes for any clue as to why he was here. 

“Cassidy, what’re you doing here at this hour?” You slightly mumbled, rubbing your eyes. 

“Hi, um didn’t mean to interrupt you, love. Um.” He was stumbling to make proper sentences. Always beginning one and then stopping to try and say something else. 

“Cassidy, is something wrong?” He had you worried. 

“Can I come in?” He asked.

You moved to shuffle back from the open door and out of his way, telling him and motioning to let him in. 

He sat gently on your small two-person couch, and looked at you. You could see his eyes now, without the disturbance of his glasses and you took comfort in the fact that his eyes seemed soft. 

“I haven’t been completely honest with you, lass. There’s so many things I wish I could tell you without thinking of how you’ll never want to talk to me again.” 

“Cassidy, you’re scaring me. What is it exactly you haven’t told me?”

“I’m a hundred and nineteen year old vampire from Dublin City.” He spoke softly for you to hear each word he said. For a second you sat next to him stunned, arms crossed, and eyes facing the floor. Then, you began to laugh. It all made sense now, the way he’d cover himself whole, never go out in the sun, it all crossed your mind.

When you laughed, he looked completely surprised. You weren’t chasing him off with garlic or a cross or threatening to shoot a silver bullet, which only worked for werewolves, or holy water. You were laughing, a different reaction he wouldn’t have expected. 

“Cass, is this what you were so serious about? If you think I’m about to throw you out of my home, you’re wrong. I think I needed some validation to your antics.” Cassidy’s face lightened at this.

“But if you’re here, then who’s holding down the fort in Transylvania, Nosferatu?” You giggled. 

His face scrunched up in defense and at your mockery.

“Why is this such a joke to you lass?”

“I’m sorry Cass, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, it’s just that the thought of meeting a vampire never occurred to me. Much less a tall, handsome one.” 

His eyes grew at the description, and met your eyes. He noticed you were very much interested in this conversation by the way you were leaning to him. 

“But I have a question, why did you come here at-’ you glanced at the clock, ‘3 in the morning to tell me you were a vampire?” 

“Because I, I um…” He was struggling to find the right words.

“Cassidy, be honest, are you trying to say you like me?”

“Yes, I like you. Ever since I met you. You don’t know how much it makes me happy when you walk by the church and wave at me. Or when you bring that box, or when you accept every time I flirt with you over the counter.” He could’ve said more, but you reacted quickly, and instantly brought him close enough to embrace and kiss. His hands fidgeted, searching for an appropriate body part to lay his hands on. The kiss was not how you could’ve ever imagined, you felt so anxious and happy to finally kiss Cassidy, it hadn’t registered in your mind. Cassidy smiled into the kiss, maybe things do work out after all.

“Have a lovely day, ma'am,” you smile at the old lady as you hand her her books.
 "You too, sweetheart,“ she returns the smile as she takes the books from you.
 You feel the same eyes burning into your flesh as you have all day.  Your eye catches a boy’s in a corner of the little book store you work at and walk over to him.  It’s the same boy that has been in that exact place all week.  He comes in at opening time and leaves about an hour later.
 "Hi there!” You introduce yourself, being as friendly as you possibly could.
 He looks up from the book he has in his hands and returns the smile.  "Hi.“
 You look around for a second then back to him, "Is there anything I can help you with?”
 "Actually…“ He pauses, standing to his feet from his sitting position on the floor.  "There is.”
 "Great, what do you need?“ You give him a grin before clasping your hands together in delight.
 "Do you happen to have any books on Shakespeare?” He raises an eyebrow, tucking the book he was reading under his arm.
“Ummm,” you twist your lips in thought, before walking towards a rack on the opposite side of the store, the boy following close behind you.  "We seem to have run out…you’ve just missed out, sorry.  Our new books come in next week.  Is there anything else you might be interested in until then?“
 He bites his lip before looking into your eyes.  "No that’s fine thank you.”
 "Did you just move here?“ You ask, picking up a stray book and placing it back in its correct place.  "I’ve haven’t seen you around town very much.”
 "Yes actually, my family just moved here last month,“ he explains.
 "So, I have a question…” You smile, straightening a stack of books.  "Is that a really interesting book?“
 You nod at the book under his arm and smile.
 He shakes his head back and forth.  "I wouldn’t say all that captivating, well, maybe to a Harvard Scholar not this half-witted chimp…why?”
 You laugh  and smile up at him.  "You’ve been reading the same introduction everyday for the past week.“
 He chuckles shyly, letting his head fall and raising his hands in surrender  "Busted…”
 "If it gives any consolation…I’ve read that book and the introduction is the best bit,“ you chuckle, his laughs mingling with yours.  "It’s so true though, it’s definitely not for anyone with half a sense of humor!”
 "I can agree with that…believe me I tried reading it but, it lost me at taxes,“ he gives a despondent stare for emphasis and you laugh at him.
 "It lost me at the title, so you’ve done really well!” you smile.
 He runs a hand through his hair before extending it out to you.  "I’m Zach.“
 You extend your hand also and shake his.  "Y/N.  Pleased to meet you!”
 "Same to you.“
 "So why were you reading it…” You pause before elaborating.  "The book, that is.“
 He runs his lips together, a smirk forming on them.  "I actually wasn’t.”
 "Really…but-“ he interrupts you swiftly.
 "I only had it to make me look less suspicious and slightly more smart.  I really just came so I would have a reason to talk to you, but this is the only time I’ve gotten up enough courage to actually speak.”
 "Am I that scary to talk to?“ You breathe out a laugh.
 "Yes actually…you are…” He steps forwards slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
 "Why?  I don’t bite!“
 "You are just too good for me.  I’m always scared that I won’t be good enough for you and maybe I never will be.  You are so beautiful, inside and out, and I don’t even deserve to stand in the presence of someone as breath taking as you.  You scare me because you are everything I want but someone I could never have.”
 Your heartbeat falters and a smile creeps onto your face, a hot tide spreading across your face.
 "You think I’m beautiful?“ You whisper.
 He lowers his head, a smile spreading across his face.  With that he nods slightly and shifts his weight around on his feet.
 "I do.  I always have.”
 "That is THE sweetest thing ANYONE has EVER said to me. Ever.  There’s just one thing, though…“  His eyes rise to meet yours.  "You’re perfect for me.”
 You smile before standing on your tippy toes and placing a kiss on his cheek. His head snaps back in shock and a bright red tide spreads across his face.
 "You just kissed me,“ he whispers, a a breath of astonishment passing through his lips.
 You laugh and nod.  "Yes…yes I did.”
 His arms snake around your waist and he tips his head down towards yours.  "There’s just one thing, though…“
 You sling your arms around his neck and smirk, "Oh, really? What’s that?”
 He gives you a cheeky grin before leaning in, steadily closing the gap between your lips and his.
 "You missed.“  He finally lets his head fall and his lips gently pressed against yours.

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Confessions E.M

Warning contains strong language


(Hi(: Can you do an Elijah imagine where klaus is your best friend & you’re the only one he trusts. you meet elijah & he falls in love then he tries to fight klaus & you get in the way but he won’t hurt you. Then you argue & he tells you how he feels.)

Word count: 1086

“Klaus, I’m here!” I called, my voice echoed throughout the grand entrance of my fellow hybrids humble abode. The text message I had received only minutes ago lead me to believe that something wasn’t right here, and judging by the lack of laughter or smart arse comments my theories were correct. It didn’t surprise me that I was Klaus’s trusted choice- afterall I was his best friend and considering he didn’t have many, he was always careful not to insult me.

“Klaus” I shouted again but silence followed, I took this as a sign and stepped inside the mansion, every time I came here I couldn’t help but question why he needed such a massive house when he was the only occupant however he did need somewhere to store his huge ego. I walked straight through the foyer and towards the hallway, admiring the detailed finishes as always.

A groan escaped my lips as I began to grow tired of Klaus’s silly games, I walked through the hall expecting to find some trace of the hybrid however instead I was met by a large frame, which knocked me back slightly. An unconvincing groan escaped both mine and the unknown intruders lips. 

When I looked up, a small smile formed upon my face, “Hello dear, What are you doing here?” asked Kol, mischief and arrogance glimmered in his eyes as he stared down at me.

“Hello arse, your brother texted me- however he doesn’t seem to have the courtesy to actually be present when he calls me over…” I complained, Kol laughs accordingly and parts his lips, already I know something whitty is about to leave them.

Before Kol could reply an abrupt struggle echoed from the library, followed by a distressed shout. I found myself already running behind Kol to see what bastard was trying to ruin Klaus now. I stopped at the door, my breathing hitched suddenly when I saw a man I knew all too well about to punch an already beaten Klaus. “Elijah!”.

My mind was telling me to run forward but the message seemed to be delayed because I wasn’t budging, finally after what felt like an eternity my feet carried me over to the two brothers and in between them. My eyes locked with Elijah’s, anger and frustration lashed through them as his fist drew closer. I had never felt scared around him but in this moment I was petrified, suddenly he stopped, his hand fell to his side and his eyes softened as her stared at me, “Y/N, what-”

“Elijah, What the fuck is going on here?” I interrupted trying to get through to this man I had known so well. Elijah looked taken back, as he distanced himself from me and stood by the fireplace.

“Nothing really, just a bit of rough housing Y/N, no need to worry” spoke Klaus already gaining back his voice and his personality, I knew even before looking at him that a smile would be a his lips. I tried to process his words slowly, rough housing? What had Klaus done this time?.

“Enlighten me would you?” I questioned.

An all too amused Klaus continued, “Well Elijah here thought it was necessary-”.

“Silence Klaus” barked Elijah, interrupting his brother with his booming voice, before I could comprehend what was happening Elijah started charging towards Klaus however I managed to intervene by running into his chest. Elijah stopped immediately and peered down at me emotionlessly.

“What on earth is wrong with you two?” I shouted, looking between them for an answer while I placed my hand against Elijah’s chest to show him I was serious. Elijah was giving me nothing so I looked to Klaus for the truth, he smiled while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why don’t you ask Elijah, seeing he’s the one with the secret..” he trailed off, I was beyond confused as to why two grown men were keeping secrets from eachother like they were in the forth grade. I was surprised when Elijah slipped his hand in mine and lead me out into the hall, I stared back at Klaus as I left who only nodded his head, expecting me too know what that meant.

I focused my attention on the vampire in front of me who still hadn’t made a single line of contact with me since we’d entered the hall. He paced back and forwards until his fist collided with the wall in a sudden outburst causing me to jump. seeing Elijah like this was far too strange, out of the four brothers he was the sensible, polite one- not the violent type.

“Just calm dow-”

“I can’t calm down!” he howled throwing is hands about frantically, I sighed slowly and took in a deep breath reminding myself that he would never hurt me.

“Elijah please tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what he did” I pleaded trying so desperately to get the real Elijah back- the one I liked ever so much. His breathing slowed as he took in my words and his head finally lifted so I could see his brown eyes.

“Klaus said some that I didn’t agree with, but that doesn’t matter, hat matters is that you know the truth but I’m just not sure how you will take it-” I stopped his blabbering by taking his face in my hands.

“Tell me”

In that moment I had no idea what he was going to say but I knew it was important and while I stared into his eyes I was desperate for answers, “I love you”. My eyes widened, I didn’t know how to react to the words I had only dreamed would leave his mouth.

Before I could say anything Elijah’s lips collided with mine while he pushed me back against the wall, his lips were warm and soft as they moved agaisnt mine, it didn’t take long until I reciprocated the actions and wrapped my arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss the pulled me closer to his body where I could feel the frustration being let out. Even an idiot could tell he had wanted to do this to me for a while now.

I pulled away to catch my breathe all while I opened my eyes to meet his, never had I ever thought I’d be where I was right now and about to say what I had wanted to say for the longest of times…

“I love you too”.

Hey everybody, been a while but I’m back :)

Say My Name - Justin Bieber (smut) [requested]

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“Hey Justin?” I yelled from across the few rooms where we were separated. I was behind, but I had just watched a video where Justin was on Ellen with Madonna and I had a few questions.


“Come here please!” It didn’t take long before he was leaning against the door frame, “yes baby?”

“You didn’t date my sister did you?” Justin moved towards the bed where I was sitting, sitting down next to me. “No, why?”

“Have you ever forgot my name?”

“What do you mean?”

“At the start, when we were you know,” I made a hand gesture and he understood. It was then that he looked away from me for a second and I knew that he had.

“Are you serious?”

“It was only a few times,”

“That isn’t the point!”

“You would’ve been angry at me if I called you by the wrong name so I didn’t risk it,”

“So you were seeing other girls then,” I was getting worked up, if he says yes right now I’ll probably scream and cry, but if he says no I’ll know hes lying.

“Of course not,”

“Then how did you forget my name?”

“When we were you know, I couldn’t exactly concentrate on trying to remember your name.”

“So what is my name?”

“I know your name, its been like 6 months,”

“So what is it?”

“Y/N, believe me now?”

“I guess so, but how come you never say my name when, you know?”

“I do.” He tried to defend himself.

“No, you don’t,” I stood and left the room, I was so angry I was about to snap and eventually cry, I needed to get out.

Justin leaped forward as I reached the door, grabbing my arm and turning me around. “Justin, get off,”


“Justin, seriously, I’m not in the mood to fight with you right now.”

I grabbed his hand and tried to pull it off my arm, but his grip only tightened. “Let go,” right now I was close to tears. “No,”

“Justin please, leave me alone,”

“I can’t.” The first tear fell and I scratched at his hand, trying to claw it off my arm again, still not working. “You’re hurting me, Justin please,”

He let go off my arm and moved it to the back of my neck before I got the chance to move away. His lips were pressed against mine softly, before moving away and his whispering my name on my lips, and moving back to kiss me again. He repeated this action around 4 times the final one he said he loved me. He let go off me, ready for me to accept his apology. But instead I walked out the door into the corridor.

Justin followed, “Y/N, please.” I continued to walk away, “What can I do?”

I turned around, “Leave me alone,”

“I can’t do that, I can’t lose you.” From the time that I stopped to turn around Justin had already got in front of me again. “please forgive me, I’ll do anything, Y/N please.” he grabbed both of my hands and almost pleaded me, he would’ve gotten down to the floor and begged if i hadn’t of nodded my head. His lips were attached to mine, his tongue slowly licking across my lower lip and I let him in.

I grabbed onto the side of his bicep, digging my nails in softly as he pulled away from the kiss. Taking my hand he dragged me back to the bedroom. Looking behind him to make sure I didn’t show any regret in my face. Justin sat me down on the bed and I lay down, my head on the pillows as I closed my eyes.

I felt Justin get on the bed on top of me and I opened my eyes to see him now shirtless. I smiled up at him and he kissed my lips quickly. He moved his lips down my jaw and neck, then reaching to take off my tshirt. I sat up as Justin took off my shirt, and he dropped it to the floor. He let his lips lower, kissing along the tops of my exposed boobs. His hand snaking around my back as I lifted for him to take off my bra. That joined my tshirt on the floor as Justin’s lips attached themselves to one of my nipples. His hand stroking up my sides and taking my other boob in one of his hands, before switching over.

He began to take off my sweats as Justin kissed down my stomach and reached the hem of the lounge pants. tugging them down from the sides of my thighs he looked up at me. He rested his forehead back on my stomach as he kissed it sweetly. Me having to kick off my sweat pants to the floor. Justin knelt up taking off his own sweats but leaving his Calvin Klein boxers on.

I kicked my knickers off as Justin was taking off his sweats, I didn’t want to waste time in the near future. Justin kissed his way back up from my stomach to my face, ever so slowly. Before his lips were over mine, and then on them. I pulled his body closer, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” Justin repeated over and over onto my lips as he wiggled around to take his boxers off.

“Please,” I moaned out as I felt Justin’s tip move its way through my folds. “Baby, please,” I moaned again as Justin still made no move. I waited, nothing. “Justin,” I stated firmer. He looked up into my eyes, “I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you too but can you maybe-” I was cut off by Justin slowly pushing himself into me. My head tipping back into the pillow and my eyes closing. I pulled Justin’s body to mine as he pulled out and moved back at a slow and steady pace. His lips went to my neck, kissing softly, leaving a little mark on my collar bone. Justin continued to rock his hips into mine and I couldn’t help but let out soft little moans as he did.

Eventually, the feeling started getting too much. The slow and soft but extremely pleasurable feeling ripping me apart inside bit by bit. I felt my stomach clench and dug my nails into Justin’s skin. “Justin,” I moaned out softly, putting my forehead on his shoulder. “Baby, Y/N, look at me,” I shook my head in his shoulder, I was seconds away from coming apart. “Hey,” Justin grabbed my cheeks and pulled me to look at him, kissing me on the mouth as I contracted all my muscles and climaxed.

Justin was soon to follow, pulling out after I’d finished and came all over my stomach and chest. He finished kissing me, pulling out gently. He moved beside me and pulled me on top of him, “You know I’m sorry right?” I just nodded my head in understanding and kissed his chest as he held me close to his body. And that’s how we fell asleep, not even realising how tired we were until we woke up the next morning.


Training with Captain America and Quicksilver was probably a really weird thing for Ally.

She was tiny and not often taken seriously. It was hard being 5'3 and working for S.H.I.E.L.D because sometimes director Coulson would rethink letting her out onto the field in case she got hurt. But in all honesty, she was someone not too many people wanted to mess with and many new people found that out the hard way.

“Alright, shorty?” Pietro teased after making Ally fall on her back. She groaned quietly, getting to her knees and frowned at him.

“You cheat. Try fighting without your super speed and see how good you are then.”

“She’s got a good point there,” Steve laughed quietly, making Ally point a threatening finger towards him.

“If you didn’t have your super strength, I’d have you on the floor too!” Her face flushed pink at what she said, both Steve and Pietro laughing.

“Kinky.” Pietro snorted, making her roll her eyes as she went for her towel. It was hard for both of the men to not check her out as she walked off; both of them knew she was beautiful and both of them knew that they’d be the luckiest guys in the world if they even got to take her out even on a date. However, neither of them considered that they could be one another’s competition in this kind of department.

Keep reading


1x01: Was Spencer lying when she heard somebody scream? Did she hear Bethany? And also if she went back to the barn to sleep it off like Ali said in 4x24, why was she not in the barn? That does not make any sense.

So outside of the barn, Melissa and Spencer are having a conversation WREN WAS NOWHERE IN THAT AREA where they were talking, and after Spencer went into the house angry Wren comes out of the barn and says “It sounds like she was planning on moving into the barn.” Okay creeper were you eavesdropping? Another shady scene from Wren that was never explained.

Who was that blond girl in Maya’s room? Like seriously who the hell was that? That was never explained.

When they found Alison’s body, the three girls are their having a conversation Hanna, Spencer and Aria. Aria says “I heard Hanna was at the police station.” How the hell did she know that? It’s not like they were talking to each other during that time.

Their all at Alison’s funeral and Mrs. D questions as to why Jenna was their and says “I didn’t know they were friends.” Okay let’s be real here, 90% of the people there wasn’t friends with Alison so why the hell would she say that? She was the only one that was questioned. Ezra was their so why wasn’t he questioned? I understand we found out later the connection but still they didn’t know him. So why was she questioned?

1x02: Wren says something in Latin and then says that’s the only Latin he knew… Well when your a doctor YOU HAVE TO learn Latin when your going to school to become a nurse or a doctor. So how is that the only thing he remembered?

1x03: Why did Toby take the blame if he was the victim? I understand that he wouldn’t want anyone knowing about him and Jenna but HE WAS THE VICTIM. And their is proof showing that he was the victim.

Emily was almost raped by Ben but yet Toby comes and saves the day. Why was Toby in the girls locker room? Was he spying on Emily to begin with?

1x04: Spencer and the others blocked all unknown numbers. Why would she have Wren’s number blocked? Doesn’t she have his contact information? That does not make any sense.

1x05: What was Mona’s motive? Why is fucking with the parents relationships? I understand that it effects the girls but it has nothing to do with you and Hanna or the girls “taking” Hanna away from you since she claims that in 2x25 that the reason that she was going after the girls was because they took Hanna away from her. Like???

1x06: The girls are sitting in Aria’s bedroom with Chinese food so they open the fortune cookies and they have a A message from A saying “Lions and tigers and bitches oh my. Theirs no place like homecoming see you their.” How the hell did Mona put the message in the cookies? Was she working at the Chinese restaurant? And furthermore how did she know which order goes to who? Lmao that’s doesn’t make any sense.

What is the truth about Toby that Jenna is referring to? “Oh when she finds out the truth about YOU she’s going to hate you.” What’s the truth about him?

Okay so we see the fortune teller. She says about Spencer’s friends relationship that “Theirs darkness in him maybe even violence or vengeance.” Automatically the camera goes to Toby and Emily and think it’s them then it goes to Toby walking out of the gymnasium and Aria going after him. That doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s either of them. She could’ve been talking about ANYONE and I mean ANYONE. She could’ve probably have been talking about the future or presence. Now it didn’t have to be a couple relationship it could’ve been a friend relationship or anything sort of relationship. It could’ve been Hanna and Wren. Who knows. But who exactly was she talking about?

Toby says “I’ve also done things that I’m not proud of. We all have secrets Emily.” What was he referring to? The relationship between him and Jenna? Lmao no. Cause this can’t be all about the relationship between him and Jenna because HE DID NOTHING WRONG.

At the end of the episode theirs an A scene first one, the black hoodie goes over to the rosewood song that says “population of rosewood.” And then changes the population. For what purpose? No one died. No one left. So that doesn’t make any sense.

1x07: What happened to Toby’s file and why was it important? What else was in that file? And further more the text message from A that was sent saying “Thanks for getting Toby out of my way.” If that was in fact Mona, what the fuck was Toby in her way for? That makes no fucking sense. Was he infiltrating the relationship with Mona and Hanna? Since Mona claimed that as her motive. Like honestly it doesn’t make any sense.

Okay close to end of the episode where they showed Alison’s memorial service or whatever, Jenna says that “My whole life I thought I knew who Alison was.” But yet they met at a Halloween store introducing themselves A YEAR BEFORE SHE WENT MISSING like not even a year less then a year, Jenna saying “I’m Jenna” “I’m Alison” “I know.” So how the fuck did Jenna know her WHOLE life?

At the end of the episode, Jason says “Just got off the phone with my folks they said thanks.” Why weren’t her folks at the memorial service?

And lastly but not least, Jason gives them the bracelet and says that “The cops would think you guys would like to have Alison’s bracelet.” So Alison’s bracelet was buried on Bethany? That makes no sense. And why would they give away evidence?

1x09: Why the fuck did Emily wear those shoes to school? After visiting Ali’s memorial. What you don’t have another pair of shoes?

If A knows everything then how come Mona didn’t know that was Hanna’s bag? This was when Mona bought Hanna’s bag when she sold it with the help of Lucas. How did Mona not know that?

1x10: Was the video between Ali and Ian edited? Because that made no sense. And that video didn’t even happen in 4x24. Ali and Ian were arguing then she left. That NEVER happened. And if it did then Alison fucking lied about that night.

So did Mona really left her own birthday party to blast Hanna with a car? For just seeing Noel? And furthermore what the hell did Hanna actually know since “she knew to much.” when all she saw was Noel writing on the back of Ezra’s car? Okay what the fuck did Hanna know? She didn’t know shit.

Who really hit Hanna with the car? Cause I honestly I don’t think it was Mona. You can say it was her all you want but I don’t think she did. And Marlene said that Mona did all but TWO THINGS so she didn’t push Ian what was the other thing? Maybe she wasn’t the one that hit Hanna with the car. We’re getting off topic of the question but their is no way Mona was able to go see Emily’s house when it was for sell in season 2. I would’ve ask for her fucking ID. I swear she didn’t do a lot shit.

1x11: Alison visits Hanna at the hospital and she says “The four of you know more about that night then you think you do.” What the fuck did they know cause the last time I checked they had nothing do with what happened to Alison or anything.

Why did Ian and Melissa get married after like 5 seconds? Did they use that as a alibi? Cause that didn’t make sense.

And Emily says while their at the hospital with Hanna that she thinks that the person who killed Alison and A are two different people. The camera focuses on Aria. And then she said like A has a split personality again the camera focuses on Aria. So what was the significance behind that?

1x12: How come Ashley Marin never got in trouble for stealing that money?

Where did Ian and Melissa go on their supposed “honeymoon”? Spencer’s mom gets a text message and she’s like “Oh look at this picture. It’s cute their on their honeymoon.” Then Spencer’s like “Isn’t that outside of dads office?” Then Veronica says “it doesn’t matter where they are when their in love.” Where did they go on their fucking honeymoon?

Okay their at Hanna’s party, Hanna and Lucas are outside their talking about how he trashed Ali’s memorial and he says “Considering what the bitch did to me I should’ve done way worse to her.” Is he talking about the fact that Alison tortured him and called him hermie (I guess that’s how you spell it) or did she actually do something to him?

1x13: What were Ian and Melissa whispering about in the kitchen? Spencer comes down and here’s what their talking about but not really then the steps creek then Spencer goes back to her room then Melissa goes running to see who it was and Ian’s like “Don’t worry. Nobody could’ve possible heard us.” Then Spencer’s back upstairs she gets a email from A saying “married for lover and alibi.” So what were they talking about? Were they really fucking married? Was that really his kid? Like what the fuck.

1x14: Who the hell took that picture of Alison outside of the barn? And why did they take it? Jason said that it was taken from Alison’s bedroom… Well who the fuck was in the bedroom?

1x15: Jason says that his family hired a PI but if Mrs. D knew who hit Ali and was in fact the one who buried her then why the flying fuck did she hire a PI? Their was no reason to it and she wouldn’t want anyone to know that CeCe hit Ali and was the one protecting her. That’s a fucking plot hole right their. Unless somebody fucking lied about that night….

1x18: What was in that bag that Ian gave Jenna? And why did he give it to her?

Who pushed the girl down the stairs at the frat party? Was it Alison? It was never confirmed.

1x19 Melissa says her and Ian went to Hilton head to get an abortion but yet she wasn’t pregnant. So what baby? And why the the fuck did they travel seven states away to get a abortion? Tf

1x21: Who took all those videos of the girls? Why did they record them?

1x22: Why did Ian want those videos so bad? He wasn’t on them. The only video he was on was the one with Ali and him at the kissing rock but the police already had that. What the hell was incriminating him in these videos for him to pay $10,000?

So Ian and Spencer have this confrontation and she says “If you love my sister you wont do this.” And then Ian says “I’m doing this because I love her.” okay that makes no fucking sense. But yet we find out that Melissa was protecting Spencer all this time.

When Ian is about to be thrown from the bell tower a black hoodie comes behind him which we learned it was Alison then he says “What are you doing here?” So did Ian know Alison was alive if that was in fact Alison? He wasn’t like “HOLY FUCK YOUR ALIVE.” Like nothing. Just what are you doing here. Who else knew Alison was alive? And Mona knew everything except who pushed Ian off the bell tower? That’s fucking weird.

THATS IT. For the unanswered questions of season 1. I bet theirs a lot of stuff that I missed and I’ve spent all afternoon writing these questions so yeah. And that’s not even half of the questions that we have from this show. We still got seasons 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. It’s honestly ridiculous. Well anyways I’ll be be back soon with the season 2 unanswered questions👍🏻

Reader x Carl
Warning: cussing, blood (obviously), fighting, and I mean its a demon so its gonna be aggressive.
(sorry for any typos! I hope you like it. I normally write TWD imagines and this gif inspired me to do demon!Carl)

In the Apocalypse, anything could happen. You didn’t expect much, you just thought that walkers were the only things you had to deal with.
Oh, it was far worse than that. You didn’t understand how, or why, but Carl had begun acting weird after he lost his eye. Not just because he had some memory loss, or just because he was irritable; but he was different. It wasn’t the Carl you knew or liked. It was someone else.

You were alone in Alexandria one night. Not completely alone, but most of your group was gone - out looking for Negans group. Carl hadn’t gone with them but at the moment you didn’t know where he was. It was dark, nearly everyone else was asleep, but you were awake, sitting outside on the porch. You couldn’t sleep. You thought that maybe getting some fresh air would help, but it didn’t. You couldn’t stop thinking about Carl. About how angry he’d get, or how he’d hide away in his room for long periods of time. You were worried for him since he’d never acted like that before. 

“Y/N?” You quickly turned your head, your eyes widening a bit from the surprise. “W-What?” you asked, seeing Enid standing by your porch. You and her weren’t friends, but you didn’t hate her. You just never talked, so it shocked you. “I just saw Carl go over the wall.” Enid whispered. You stared at her for a moment, your eyebrows knitting closely together. “What do you mean?” you asked as if you didn’t know. You were just, well, shocked. Of course. “He went over the wall, like, by himself. He was looking around like he didn’t want anyone to see him either.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. You knew she was telling the truth because she didn’t sneak outside of the walls like she used to. You frowned and stood up, you had just a pair of jeans, a tank top, and one of Carls flannels on to cover your shoulders. “Can you.. uh.. stay here for a few minutes?” You asked, stepping off of the porch. She watched you and sighed, “you’re going to look for him.” she mumbled, she already knew. “If anyone asks where I am, stall for me.” you whispered, turning to face her. She nodded slightly, “Okay,” she said, “but what if you don’t come back?” You frowned, placing a hand on your hip. “I will come back. If I can’t find Carl, I’ll come back here. See you later.”

You ran to the wall that Enid said she saw Carl climb over. Nobody was around but you made sure to look around before you climbed the wall.
You landed on your feet outside of the walls with a loud thump. The leaves crunched underneath the rubber of your shoes as you regained your balance. From where you stood, Carl was no where to be seen, so you knew it would take a while to find him. It was also be getting dark outside soon too, which wasn’t a good thing either. Not only had you risked your life by climbing out of Alexandria, but you also forgot a weapon. You didn’t have anything to defend yourself with.
You took a step forward and looked around; there wasn’t anything visible yet. You were in the clear, as far as you could see. You began walking forward, your heart rate still at a normal pace. You couldn’t say you weren’t scared because you were, you were scared for Carl and for yourself, considering the fact that anything could happen. You didn’t know if you’d find him alive, dead, or even at all. Maybe he’d be back in Alexandria before you got back. Maybe he just went looking for something, or maybe he needed some fresh air to relax? He could’ve easily gotten that inside the walls, but, you never know.
You’d walked for about ten minutes before you saw a walker. You decided to ignore it and not alert it because you were simply unarmed. You took a step to the right, ready to turn around, but stopped dead in your tracks when you felt the barrel of a gun against the back of your head. You quickly raised your hands, clenching your eyes shut, “I don’t want any trouble.” you mumbled. “Move.” the person demanded, causing you to quickly move to the right again. He kept his gun pointed forward, and as he pulled the trigger to kill the walker, you noticed the silencer, and the plain design of the gun. It was Carl’s.
“Carl?” you asked quietly, your voice cracking slightly. “Yeah? I knew it was you.” he mumbled, his voice low. “Why the hell would you point your gun at me then?” you asked, turning around to face him. “Why are you out here?” he ignored your question by asking his own. You frowned, “I should be asking you that. I came out here looking for you.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “How did you know I was out here? What if that gun wasn’t mine?! huh? You could be dead.” Carl snapped, turning to look at you fully. You were taken aback a bit by it but you still remained calm on the outside. “Someone saw you and told me.” you replied normally. He looked at you for a moment before rolling your eyes and placing his gun back in his pocket. “Well, you found me. You can leave now." 
"I’m not leaving here unless you come with me.” you said, smiling a little bit. You’d hoped that your smile would lighten the mood a little bit but it only upset him even more. “I’m not ready to go yet, but you are. So go home.” he snapped, this time, even louder. You sighed and looked down, “Carl,” you looked back up, “what’s wrong with you lately?” you asked as you took a step forward. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head a tiny bit, “Nothings wrong with me. The only thing wrong is that you won’t stop bugging me about it.” he muttered, still staring you straight in the eyes. Your eyes widened a small bit and you let your shoulders lazily slump. “Carl.. I’m just worried-”
“I don’t give a shit, you shouldn’t be. I’m fine.” he yelled, reaching for his gun. Your heart race sped up now. “Carl - what the hell?!” You choked out, the fear becoming noticeable in your voice. “I said leave.” he said sternly, his eyes darkening as he looked at you. You felt your stomach drop almost as if you were going to throw up. “Fine,” you whispered, tears threatening to leave your eyes, “just please be careful.” you mumbled, getting ready to walk past him. You couldn’t even be mad, you were too scared and worried about him. He almost pulled a gun on you - purposely.
“Why do you think I don’t know how to handle myself?!” he screamed, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you against the tree harshly. You gasped, a tear falling from your right eye as you cowered back. “I.. I didn’t say that!” you exclaimed, your voice becoming a bit shaky. “Then quit telling me what to do!” he yelled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “Are you scared? Why are you crying?” he asked, almost in a mock-like tone. “Fuck off. Let me go.” you spat, looking him dead in the eye. He watched you for a moment, he only smirked, and he chuckled darkly. This was not the Carl you knew. “Getting feisty now, are we?” he asked, his eyes darkening even more as he stepped closer to you. You felt your cheeks heat up but you didn’t know why. You liked Carl a lot and of course you loved being close to him, but this was not Carl. This was not the Carl you became best friends with. This was not the Carl you fell in love with. “You said I should leave so I’m going to. Let me go.” you muttered, another tear falling down your red cheeks. Carl stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. You watched him as his face fell, his eyes becoming dull, to the point where they were completely black. You gasped quietly, your chest sinking in as you exhaled deeply, your eyes widening in fear. “Your.. your eyes.” you whispered, slowly trying to squirm away from him.
“You know, I can see what he sees in you.” he mumbled. You stood still and stared at him, your mouth slightly open in shock. “Who?” you asked quietly. “Carl.” he said, his lips soon forming a smirk as he looked into your eyes. You squinted your own eyes, your face becoming even more red. “Carl, grow the fuck up! This isn’t funny!” you yelled, using your arms to push him away quickly. He stumbled back but he didn’t fall, instead, he grabbed your wrist and forced you back over to him, causing you to let out a quiet gasp. “I’m not Carl!” he yelled, his voice low as he pushed you back against the tree. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, you gasped for air as you looked away from him. “Please, stop-” you choked out, tears continuously running down your cheeks now. His grip on your upper arms would surely leave bruises. “Carl can’t do anything. He’s watching everything that’s happening, yet he can’t do anything about it.” he spat, his face getting awkwardly close to yours. “He might even have to watch you die.” he whispered into your ear, his breath was hot and sent shivers down your spine, your back arching slightly as you struggled under his grip. “What is going on then?” you asked, stuttering over almost every word. 
You’d only known of demons for having black eyes. You’d seen a few movies about them before the apocalypse begun but you never believed it could happen. Part of you still thought it was crazy, but you also used to think zombies couldn’t ever be real. Now they are, and you fight the walkers everyday. Anything could happen and you knew that, you just didn’t want to believe it.
“You already know, you’re just doubting yourself. You think it can’t happen, well, think again.” he answered, his grip on your arms loosening slightly. You let out a quiet, choked sob, and looked down. “Please, just.. stop. You..”
His grip tightened on one arm, and with the other hand he lifted your chin again. “Just shut up. I’m not done talking.” he muttered. You looked at his face, not directly into his eyes, and bit down on your bottom lip to avoid crying even more. He watched in amusement, his eyes exploring your face and eventually falling to your lips. “I know you like him. He likes you too. He’s too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it. That’s young love for ya.” he said, his voice not as harsh as it was before. You closed your eyes as your cheeks became red again. “You’re lying.” you whispered, your chest still rising and falling heavily. He grinned and shook his head, “Nah, I’m not. If there’s one thing I don’t do, its lie. I just simply get what I want.” he exclaimed, a smirk on his face as his eyes widened. “Well what do you want?” you asked as you opened your eyes. “Well, first..” he stopped talking and let go of you, backing away slowly. “I want to give Carl what he wants.” he said, smirking once again. “And then,” he began to walk towards you again, “I want him to watch you die.” he said calmly. You frowned, another tear falling down your cheek as you looked at him. “Please, just leave- you don’t-”
“I don’t have to do it!” he sarcastically exclaimed in a high pitched voice. He then looked down at you, tilted his head, and let his expression fall. “Really? you think that’ll work?” he asked. You closed your eyes and sighed, “No. I don’t.” you whispered. He chuckled and grabbed your shoulders, causing you to open your eyes quickly. He was close to you. “Carl enjoys this.” he said cockily, his eyebrows raising a bit. “I know he doesn’t. Now, you’re lying.” you spat. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking down at you. “I meant he enjoys being this close to you, so don’t call me a liar.” You gulped lightly and shook your head, noticing the knife in his pocket.
You didn’t know how to get this thing out of him, but you didn’t want to let it stay. You didn’t want to not try anything. 
“What does Carl want?” you asked slowly, trying to calm your breathing. He smirked, inching closer to you, his one hand falling to your waist. You flinched slightly and let out a small breath of air. “A little nervous, now, are we?” he asked. You took in a deep breath and shook your head, “No.” you lied. He grinned and watched your eyes for a moment, before leaning in quickly and pressing his cold lips against yours heavily. You wanted to push him away, but part of you felt like you were really kissing Carl. You always wanted to kiss him. You liked it. You liked the way his lips felt on yours.  
But its not really him.
You felt your eyes shut as he pushed you against the tree, his hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. You kissed back and you hated yourself for it. It’s not him. You waited for him to lean in again, and you quickly reached for the knife in his pocket. You opened your eyes quickly and so had he, but before he could move, you jabbed the knife into his side and he let out a sharp gasp, you did the same as you felt his blood pour out onto your hand. You pushed him away as you began to sob, watching him as he fell to the ground. “Carl!” you yelled, “I’m so sorry!”
He landed on his back and opened his mouth to let out a scream, but all that came out was a loud whistling sound and a bunch of black smoke. You watched in fear, falling back against the tree and gasping for air. Carl’s back arched and his mouth closed, and after a few seconds, he fell limp and let out a quiet sob. The area around you was quiet except for your breathing and his quiet cries. “C-Carl..?” you asked quietly, taking a small step towards him. “Its.. its me.” he choked out, reaching down for the knife wound in his side. You quickly ran over to him and knelt down beside him, moving his hair out of his eyes and lifting his head up. His eyes were back to normal and his skin wasn’t as pale. “Carl- shit, I’m.. I’m so sorry- I-” you tried speaking and tried apologizing but sobs cut off each word. You’d stabbed him. He was now physically hurt. You grabbed the knife from the ground and cut off a piece of your shirt, then held the cloth against his wound and applied pressure. He looked up at you, a tear falling down his face. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice hoarse. You forced a smile and bent down, wiping the tear with your clean hand. “Its not your fault.” you whispered, holding his head up in your lap. He coughed quietly and you looked around to make sure nothing was coming. “I’m sorry he did that- I’m sorry he-”
You cut him off by shushing him. “Its not your fault. I did it for you.” you whispered. He looked up at you and you sighed, “Carl,” you mumbled, “I can’t lose you. You’re my best friend and I’d do anything for you. I’d jump in front of a bullet for you and I’d never mean to purposely hurt you. I didn’t want to stab-”
he smiled a little and shook his head, “I wouldn’t let you jump in front of a bullet for me.” he said, a small laugh following his words. You let out a quiet laugh too as tears continued to fall down your cheeks, considering you were still in shock. “You couldn’t stop me.” you said, laughing quietly even more afterwards. He grinned and pushed himself up a little bit, causing you to freak out just for a second. “Don’t move, Carl-”
“We have to get back inside.” he said, turning to face you completely. You stared at him for a moment and sighed, nodding slowly. “We have to walk to the front gate. You can’t climb the wall. Were just gonna have to say we snuck out.” you whispered. He smiled and grabbed your free hand, “When they ask, this stab wound isn’t from you. Its from a stranger. And you helped me.” he said, looking into your eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip again and nodded, “That sounds good. Still, I’m sorry." 

You helped Carl walk to the front gate, you had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you continued to keep pressure applied to his wound. When you got to the gates, luckily, Enid was the one to open it. She didn’t ask much but she did get Denise, and the three of you begged her not to tell anyone about this. She kindly agreed and you felt as if you couldn’t thank her enough.
When Carl was patched up and ready to go to sleep, you sat on the edge of his bed. "Thank you for saving me today.” he said, smiling lightly as he looked at you. You laughed quietly and looked down, “I don’t think I saved you, Carl, I stabbed you.” you mumbled. “Hey,” Carl said as he grabbed your hand, his eyes softening, “You didn’t stab me. You stabbed the other.. thing. Its gone now, and that’s because of you.” He said, sitting up slightly and leaning against his headboard. You watched him and nodded slowly. You wanted to ask if everything that was said earlier was true but you decided against it. “Goodnight.” you said quietly, standing up and leaning down, placing a quick kiss on his forehead. Your cheeks became red and you were shocked you even did that, but you were even more surprised when Carl grabbed your arm gently and pulled you back down.
He connected his lips to yours and your eyes instantly shut, you kissed back softly. It was really him. Carl really kissed you first. His hand rested on your shoulder for the small kiss and when he pulled away, the both of you were smiling. “Stay with me tonight?”

The two of you fell asleep in his bed, his arm wrapped around your waist as he held onto your protectively, and also, just because he loved you.

(oohhkaaay the part where the demon left his body was sorta weird but I didn’t feel like having a full on exorcism was appropriate?? lmao I still hope you enjoyed it. BYE)

Augustine D.S

Warning: contains violence 

(Can you do a Damon imagine based off the episode where he and Elena are captured by Wes who wants to conduct experiments on them except instead of Elena, it’s the reader and Damon does whatever it takes to save her. Oh and just end it however you want preferably with a bang :) )

Word Count: 1288


“Y/N! Y/N, wake up!” yelled a familiar voice, the tone alone made me want to gain consciousness again. My eyes stuttered open as I began to feel the weakness coursing throughout my body- no doubt from the vervain. I tried to recall where I was but as I stared up at a grey ceiling, panic struck me.

“Oh good” said the voice I had now recognized at Damon, relief lavished his tone. Turning my head to the side I saw him through a set of bars, looking just about as weak as me and that’s when I remembered what Wes had done.

I slowly turned my body over, getting a glimpse at the cells which held both Damon and myself. My breathing increased dramatically before I gripped Damon’s hand through the bars while questions and worry flew through my mind, like; Why were we here? Why was Damon here? What did Wes want with us?

A tight squeeze from Damon made me lose my train of thought, “Damon, Where are we?” I questioned trying to sound less stressed than I actually was, he sighed a loud before his blue orbs of hope came in contact with mine.

“We’re in the Whitmore House basement” he replied, I stared at him with a confused expression while more questions came to mind however I knew he had more to say so I stayed silent. “Some fifty years ago when I came back to Mystic falls, my relative sold me out to a group known as the Augustine Society, they were a bunch of scientists obsessed with experimenting on vampires. It was here in this same cell that I met Enzo, he was here since the war. They would spend the day slicing and cutting us up, removing organs, and testing us to our limits so they could gain an understanding of how our bodies worked”.

My eyes widened towards the end of Damon’s story and I found myself panicking even more but I tried to stay calm, “How long were you here?”.

“Five years, I thought they’d ended the Society but then Wes showed up” he admitted, I squeezed his hand tighter causing him to look up in to my glossy eyes.

“I-I-What’s going to happen to us Damon, You can’t go through this again and I don’t want you to” I cried still upset he hadn’t told me about his dark past. My body started shaking and I felt claustrophobic all of a sudden.

Damon grabbed both my hands and forced my eyes on his, “Ssh, Y/N, I promise this won’t happen to you okay? I’m going to get you out of here, I-” his pep-talk was cut short when his cell door flew open to reveal Wes, a syringe in his hand.

Before any of us could react he stabbed it into Damon’s neck, “No, Don’t hurt him you asshole” I screamed, immediately Damon shot me with eyes of fury.

“Shut up Y/N!” he warned by whispering to himself so only I could hear, Wes forced Damon to his feet while I struggled to get to mine. Wes just smirked at me.

“Hey don’t fret, I’ll be back for you soon” he replied before he dragged Damon out of the room and through the door at the end of the hall, Damon gave me a hopeful look before he disappeared.

I spent the whole time hyperventilating while waiting for Wes to return, I guessed that the absent sound of groans was a good thing but even that positive bit of news wasn’t enough to calm me down. I attempted to break the bars but the large amount of vervain running through my system was halting the progress.

Suddenly the door opened to reveal none other than the mad scientist himself, he appeared at my cell door, another syringe in his hand which found it’s way into my neck. Everything was blurry as I was dragged out of the cell and down the hall, resisting wasn’t an option but staying alive however, was.

Wes kicked open the door and an obscene amount of light blinded me momentarily while I stared around the room, there was many tools, benches and cabinets around the torture room but the one thing that caught my eye was Damon, he was strapped into a chair opposite a large bent- which was where I was headed.

In no time at all Wes had me lying down and strapped onto the metal sheet so I couldn’t move, all I could feel was the uncomfortable coldness of the metal on my skin and Damon’s angry eyes staring between Wes and myself.

Wes smiled at Damon as he walked closer to him, “I understand that you’ve had enough physical pain Damon but I do think some emotional damage is in store…” he spoke before approaching the table next to me, “like watching your girlfriend suffer.”

Damon struggled in his chair, trying to break free of the restraints, his jaw was clenched and eyes wild, “Why are you doing this?” I hollered trying to distract Wes who was now equipped with a scalpel.

“In the name of science Y/N, you see I’ve spent the last couple of years trying to find a way to stop vampires preying on humans” he retorted bringing forth that familiar wave of confusion I had experienced in the cell.

“Sometimes they deserve to die” added Damon making Wes frown.

“You see Damon, vampires have ruined the lives of people for years, they’ve torn apart families, friends, cultures, everything. To stop this I’ve developed a ripper compound which will send vampires into a feeding frenzy upon each other, starting with Y/N feeding on you”. My eyes widened as I tried to break to the metal clasps holding me to the table, I’d rather be cut open a hundred times than feed on Damon.

“No!” barked Damon making me snap my head towards him, “Do it to me, remember Wes I was the one that killed all your fellow science geeks” he teased, Damon and I knew full well that he had a stronger resistance that I ever would but that didn’t mean I wanted that resistance to be tested.

Wes chuckled profoundly as he stepped closer to me, I jumped slightly when he bought the blade down to my arm, he scraped it from one end to the other leaving a long painful cut upon it. I knew he was looking for Damon’s reaction and he of course was getting it each time Damon growled.

Without warning Damon broke free of the chair and charged towards Wes, his ripper face showing. He knocked Wes into the side table causing it to tip and many instruments to become strewn across the floor. Before I could say anything Damon bit into his neck leaving a bloodied mess but what he didn’t see was that Wes already had the syringe injected into his back.

Tears prickled in my eyes when Damon dropped the now lifeless Wes onto the ground and pulled the empty syringe out of his back. He stumbled towards me snapping the cuffs, once I was free I was already sobbing and reaching for Damon trying to hug him but he backed away before I could touch him.

Dullness took over his beautiful eyes, we both knew what was to become of him, I wanted so desperately for him to hold me, kiss me or just comfort me, “I-I love you Y/N…I’ll sort this out” was all he said before he disappeared leaving me pathetically crying on the floor while I awaited help from our friends.

“I’m so sorry Damon” I whispered to myself, knowing full well that this was just the beginning of a major dilemma.


Very long, but hopefully not boring.



“(Y/n), this is Elaine, my girlfriend.”

As soon as those words left Sebastian’s mouth, you felt like your heart had sunk down to your stomach. It was like the air had left your lungs and you couldn’t breathe. Like you were drowning in the deepest and darkest part of the ocean.

“I’m so excited to be meeting you! Sebastian has told me all about you!” Elaine walked over to you and gave you a hug like you two had known each other all of your lives.

You were surprised and by the look on Sebastian’s face he was too.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said with the most convincing smile of your life.

“You are just as beautiful as in movies! I’m such a fan of yours also! You were so funny in that runaway bride movie!”

“Thank you.” You said not knowing what else to say.

“What were you guys up to?” She asked with a smile. If only she knew what you guys were really up to, you were positive that she wouldn’t still be smiling.

“We are waiting for fittings for our costumes.” Sebastian answered. He didn’t seem happy at all that Elaine was there. You wished that he would at least act a little happy because then it wouldn’t seem like something almost happened between the two of you.

“It was really nice meeting you, Elaine but I have to run. I’m sure that I will see you around.”

“I’ll be here all week.” Elaine joked before you left the dressing room.

You could tell that Sebastian wanted to stop you from leaving but he didn’t, and that said a lot more.

All you wanted was to be able to get to your hotel room. You didn’t want to cry in front of anyone and you sure as hell didn’t want to talk to Sebastian or see him acting all lovey dovey with Elaine.

Things had gotten so complicated in such a short amount of time. It left your head spinning.

You had been making your way to your trailer to grab your things when Chris spotted you. He could tell that you were upset and made his way towards you.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?”

“Elaine is here.” You told him as your chin quivered a little. You hated crying in front of other people.

Chris now understood why you looked like you looked so heartbroken and seemed on edge. He didn’t say anything. He pulled you into his arms and gave the comfort that you needed in that moment.


That night, you stayed holed up in your hotel room. You didn’t feel like seeing anyone and you needed the time to yourself. You thought about how stupid you felt when you almost let Sebastian kiss you.

You could still feel his lips lightly grazing over yours. You could feel his fingertips tracing your skin.

You hated the effect he had over you.

All you wanted was to seek solstice in a silly movie and eat junk food.

Before you could try and decide what movies to watch, someone knocked on your door. Groaning internally, you got off the sofa and walked over to see who it was.

You checked the peep hole and saw Chris standing on the other side of the door. You opened the door and he smiled a little and raised his right arm that held a brown paper bag. “I figured you might be in the mood for some Chinese food.”

“I’m always in the mood for Chinese food.” You smiled a little.

You opened the door a little more so he could step inside. You closed the door behind him and joined him in the living room. Chris set the bag down and sat on the couch before pulling out some boxes of food.

He handed you a box of noodles and some chopsticks after you sat beside him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked once the two of you had started eating.

You sighed a little, “Like my heart has gotten ripped out of my chest.”

“You didn’t really tell me what happened earlier. I’m sorry that I had to be on set and I couldn’t be there for you longer.” Chris apologized.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m really glad that you were there for me when you were.”

“What happened between you and Sebastian?”

“We almost kissed,” you mumbled, “Just when we were about to, Elaine knocked on the door.”

“Could you imagine what would’ve happened if she had just waltzed right in and didn’t knock at all?”

“I really don’t. Things would be a million times worse right now. I just can’t believe that I allowed myself to get swept up in his words and completely lose all of my common sense.”

“Hey, Sebastian is a suave guy. Anyone would get swept up in all of that.” Chris joked trying to make light of the situation. It made you like him more. He wanted nothing more than to make you smile.

You rolled your eyes, “Very funny Evans.

He smiled a little before speaking, “I don’t want you to blame yourself, (Y/n).”

“But I do. I’m not that girl, Chris. I don’t want to become one of those girls that infiltrate relationships.”

“Did Sebastian say if he felt the same way you do?” Chris questioned.

“He told me that he does but he can’t if he hasn’t ended things with Elaine. I don’t even know if I want him to.” You confessed.

Chris set his food down on the coffee table and gave you his full attention, “What do you mean by that?”

“If Sebastian really does care about me like he says he does, why hasn’t he tried to talk to me? Why did it take him three weeks after I told him how I felt before he came and told me how he felt?” You asked rhetorically. You knew Chris didn’t have the answers. You didn’t even have the answers. The only person that had the answers to your questions was the one person you weren’t speaking to.

Chris placed his hand on top of yours, “I wish I knew what to do to make you feel better.”

“Honestly, you being here right now is enough.”

“Things will work out in the end, (Y/n).”

“I hope that it will. Part of me thinks that I’m wasting my time. Part of me thinks that I should move on. It has been so long and I’m honestly ready to settle down. I’m not even sure that Sebastian is in that stage in his life. Maybe Elaine showing up is a sign that it’s time for me to move on.”

“Maybe all of that is true, but I don’t want you to think that you have to go through this alone.”

“I feel terrible that you’ve practically turned into my therapist.” You chuckled.

“We all have to talk to someone, and I won’t charge you nearly as much as a therapist would.” Chris teased before the both of you continued to eat your food.

Chris sat with you and watched Sixteen Candles. It was one of your favorite movies and you watched it whenever you needed to laugh or when you were upset.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” Chris asked during the scene where Jake Ryan was looking around at his trashed house.


“Are you pretty savvy with Internet lingo?” He asked.

“I would say so, why?”

“I’ve noticed that some fans have been referring to me as a cinnamon roll lately. Do you know what that means?”


When you woke up that morning, you realized that you weren’t alone in bed. You rolled over and saw a topless Chris a few feet away from you.

The two of you had spent the night watching movies and before you knew it, it was three in the morning.

Chris had dozed off during the middle of Die Hard. You had shook his shoulder gently, “Chris, wake up.”

It took him a few seconds before he finally did. “What’s going on?” His voice was still thick with sleep.

“C'mon, time for bed.” You stood up off the couch and stretched.

He groaned, “I’m too tired to go to my room, just leave me here!”

You laughed a little, “The couch isn’t comfortable enough. You can sleep in my bed, c'mon.”

“Where will you sleep?” Chris asked as he slowly got up. You placed a hand on his back and guided him to your room.

“The bed is king sized. It’s big enough for the both of us, Evans.”

Chris yawned as the two of you entered your bedroom, “As long as you are okay with it.”

“I am. Now let’s get some sleep.”

You had slept relatively well considering that you had a lot on your mind. Talking to Chris did seem to relieve some of the stress that you had. He really was like your own personal therapist.

You stretched a little, careful not to move too much to wake him. Neither of you had to be on set until the afternoon. It was going to be one of those late nights and you were glad that you did get some sleep or else you would be useless.

Getting out of bed, you did your usual morning routine. You were in desperate need of some coffee and a blueberry muffin. You figured that you would provide breakfast since Chris provided dinner the night before.

Once you were done changing and fixing your hair, you exited the bathroom and quietly went into the living room.

Just as you were putting on your shoes to go and get you and Chris some coffee, someone knocked on your door.

You got up to go and answer it, figuring that it was someone from set giving you the usual schedule for the day. Instead when you opened the door, you saw Sebastian.

You froze, “What are you doing here?”

“(Y/n), can we talk? Please?” Sebastian looked like he hadn’t gotten much sleep. His hair didn’t have the usual vigor to it.

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Sebastian. You need to go.” You tried to close the door but he was stronger than you.

He wedged it open even more enough for him to step inside, “(Y/n)! Can we just talk like two adults?!”

“No! There isn’t anything left to say! Please just go!”

“(Y/n), I didn’t know that she was going to come here. I didn’t expect for her to. I hadn’t talked to Elaine for a few days and now she’s here–”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. You don’t owe me anything. I’m not your girlfriend!”

Sebastian felt like that was a little harsh. He hadn’t meant to hurt you at all. He didn’t know if you would ever forgive him.

“(Y/n)? What’s going on?” You turned your head and saw Chris had walked out of your bedroom. He was still shirtless and you knew that the situation didn’t look good.

Sebastian froze once he had saw Chris. He looked at you and pieced it together.

“Are you serious?!”

Chris held his hands up, his eyes widened once he realized how the situation had looked, “Seb, this isn’t what it looks like.”


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I don’t care what anyone says, this moment, THIS MOMENT RIGHT HERE, is when Killian decided to play everyone, the darkness included.

There are still lots of unanswered questions, (including: why Merlin had a dark curse ready to go? Did he and Killian chat before this, was he in on Killian’s plans while Clippy!Rumple was at bay?) but I stand by this moment as the one where Killian solidified his plan and his intentions to push everyone away and do whatever it takes to finish this once and for all.

He needed Emma’s faith, and trust and love, and her reassurance after she controlled him during his weakest moment, and she gave it to him and he took it this one last time and he used it to do the hardest thing he’ll ever have to do: convince her he doesn’t love her.

I might be completely wrong but you can’t tell me this moment wasn’t a turning point of some sort for him, and that this kiss wasn’t genuine. You can’t tell me an “I love you” from Emma Swan isn’t enough to push THIS MAN, Dark One or not, into action.


Imagine Captain recruiting you like Tony did with Peter/ being on Team Cap and meeting Spidey

You unlocked your front door, not expecting your grandparents to be there. To you surprise, they were there and sitting beside them was Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

“Hello Y/N.” Steve greeted you before turning to your grandparents and asking, “May I speak to her alone?” Which they replied with a simple nod of their heads.

You and Steve walked to your bedroom and shut the door behind you as you entered. “Why are you here?” You questioned him.

“You’re the superhero hanging around Brooklyn, right?” He asks you.

“W-What? No, no, you’ve got the wrong girl.” You say nervously.

Steve raises an eyebrow, looks around the room and sees the duffle bag containing your suit. He quickly reached for it, only for you to send a small blast between his hand and your duffle bag.

“So what if I am Radia?” You ask him, glaring at him.

“Fight on my side in Germany.” Steve replied.

“What’s in it for me?” You fold your arms cross your chest and raise your eyebrow at him.

- -

“Okay, I’ve run out of patients. Underoos!” You heard Tony Stark aka Iron Man call. You then heard what sounded like sounded like something gliding through the air, and someone taking Captain America’s shield.

“Hey everyone.” You heard someone say.

“Yeah, we don’t really need to start a conversation.” Tony called out to the guy.

“Oh, hey CzCaptain. Big fan. Spiderman.” He introduced himself.

“Now it’s my turn.” Captain replied, basically signal you to enter.

You used you’re powers to lift you off the ground and speed towards Spiderman faster than he could see. You grabbed Caps shield and flew over to Cap. You cut the webbing and gave Cap his shield, before standing slightly behind him.

“Shit!” You heard Tony mutter.

“Who are you?” Spiderman asked with interest.


- -

“You got heart, kid. Where you from?” Captain asked Spidey.

“Queens.” He replied.

“Brooklyn.” Captain said.

“Where you from.” He asked you this time.

“I’m from Brooklyn too.” You replied, smiling at him.

“Cool, uhh. M-Maybe we could get coffee sometime.” He responded, struggling to hold the bridge up.

You sent an energy blast towards it, making it fall behind him.

“I’d love to.” You sent him a wink and flew off.