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‘The Tower’ (Part 29)

All Chapters // Part 28

It was wonderful to have Brynjolf back in the tower again; his laugh lit up a room like a candle in a cavern. Warm. Inviting. It was impossible to be sullen around him. Or so you had thought. Despite the joviality amongst every other person present, Loki seemed insistent on sulking. You were worried about him. It was one thing to be upset, but this had been going on all day. It felt out of character, even for him.

“So, how did yous two meet?” Brynjolf asked before shovelling hot mashed potato into his mouth. The pair of you been out hunting that afternoon so you could be sure there was enough food to go around; he was exceedingly pleased to see how you handled Duchess, agreeing with himself that she’d been left in the right hands. He’d even taught you a few more tricks! Over the course of one afternoon, your aim, speed, and balance had all improved.  

Fenrien looked at you with a mischievous grin; you laughed nervously. Loki gripped his fork a little harder – at which Brynjolf narrowed his eyes. He could at least act a little less like a green-blooded fool!
“I, uh, I don’t know where to begin,” you admitted. “I imagine you’ll find it rather funny given how we met.”
“A story I am also most eager to hear,” Fenrien interjected.

“Fenrien and I met in a jail cell,” you sighed, biting your lip after and examining Brynjolf’s expression. His eyes twinkled with delight.
“Now what, might I ask, was you doin’ in a jail cell, lady?” Fenrien was holding back a wide grin.
“I, uh, might’ve been causing mischief with Duchess. Fenrien was roped into the whole thing quite accidentally and in trying to rescue him, I got us both locked up.”

Brynjolf erupted into gloriously loud laughter, clutching his belly and throwing his head back. Loki shielded the top of his bowl from the small droplets of spittle and chewed food that flew from the man’s mouth, disgust evident on his face. You hid a smile with your hand but Loki caught you looking at him anyway and smirked. Pleased, though you were, to see the little grin, it promptly disappeared when the conversation continued.

“Of course that’s what happened,” Brynjolf chortled, wiping a tear from under his right eye. “You just can’t seem to avoid trouble, can ye’?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” You asked with mock offense.

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Imagine helping Scott hustle Chris.

You stood at a corner trying not to smile at how adorably competitive your boyfriend was being. It was a simple get-together celebrating Chris’ return that consisted of your brother, his brother, and a few of your closest friends. It was hard to believe you weren’t at a college frat party from the way your living room looked, and how the men were acting. They’d started a game of beer pong fifteen minutes ago which your brother and Chris were cleaning up; three games in a row they’d won and they were incredibly smug about it. It finally got to a point where Scott felt the need to grab you while you were walking out of the bathroom because he knew you were the challenging’s team only chance at beating the reining defenders.

Scott had seen you play beer pong before, it was at a party Chris couldn’t make so your boyfriend had no idea how good you actually were. To Chris, you were the girl who spent her nights watching Disney movies while the rest of your generation partied on. And you were that girl to some extent, but you had a wild side too; it was why you agreed to help hustle your own boyfriend. It wasn’t just to knock his smugness down a peg, you wanted to get out of something. There was a dinner party coming up hosted by a couple he knew you didn’t get along with, he’d tricked you into going so now you were going to trick him to get out of it.

“Suck it!” Both your boyfriend and your brother did all kinds of hand gestures as they landed the final shot, winning another game. “Man,” Chris turned to your brother, laughing. “I am getting thirsty on this end of the table.” Your brother laughed, meeting his high five. “I think we need to go grab ourselves a beer so we don’t dehydrate while waiting for someone to make a shot.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” Scott warned as the two of you approached the table. You picked up a ping pong ball with a smirk; Chris raised a brow at you while Scott filled the empty cups. “I’m thinking the babies of the family versus the big kids.” You grinned at your brother who knew perfectly well you were experienced in the game of beer pong; you crushed him at majority of the family parties your parents hosted when you were teenagers. “What do you say, big brother? Think you’ve got another game in you?”

“Oh, I definitely have another game in me,” Chris chuckled. “I’m being hesitant because I don’t want to end up having to sleep on the couch because my girl is sulking about how I demolished her at beer pong.” Scott turned to you, smirking; you played it clueless, rolling the ping pong ball in-between your palms. “But if you’re up for it, babe, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Your brother suppressed his urge to laugh at the confidence of your boyfriend. Clearly, he’d no idea you were ridiculously good at beer pong. You played it often. It wasn’t always with beer or at a party, sometimes you’d just play it with your best friends at a sleepover. Occasionally when you had nothing to do, you’d fill plastic cups with water and practice. It was a good party trick, and you were much like your boyfriend- competitive. Your brother wasn’t going to say anything because he could tell you had something planned and he knew it was going to be amusing to watch.

“I think I’m up for it,” you nodded, pretending to be sweet and innocent despite having devised a plan to hustle the love of your life with his brother. “Could you be nice and go easy on me though? I’m not very familiar with this game and we both know how bad I am with balls.” You giggled when Chris choked on his spit, snickering.

“I’d beg to differ,” he winked and you laughed, “but you got it. Tell you what, if you get three shots in- we’ll admit defeat and you’ll be the new reigning champion.” You felt a smirk threatening to make an appearance, but you stopped it with a lick of your lips instead. “Scott’s not included in the deal, I’m just talking about you. If you get three shots, you guys win.”

“Can I also add something else to sweeten the pot?” You quizzed and Chris chuckled, nodding because he was confident you wouldn’t make it. “If I get three shots in, we skip Frank and Amanda’s dinner party next week.” It was a request he nodded at without hesitation, handsomely smug. “Do you promise?”

“Baby, if you get three shots in I’ll buy you VIP tickets to Taylor Swift’s world tour for ‘reputation’.” Chris informed you; both brothers covered their mouths to hide their snickers. “Three shots, and I’ll- no shit- get us out of that dinner party and take you to see Taylor Swift when she announces her world tour.”

“Sounds easy enough,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “Elbow behind the table, right?” You quizzed as you positioned your arm, earning a nod from him. You weren’t planning to make the first shot, you had to make it look real to actually hustle a man as smart as Chris. “Okay, let’s see.” You tossed it, missing the cups by a long shot. “Aw, no.” You pouted and Chris mirrored your pout. “It’s okay, I’ve got more shots.”

“Mm hm,” Chris nodded. “Shake it off, shake it off.” He sang and you giggled. “My turn.” He positioned his arm. “I know you don’t like beer, baby, so Scott will drink this for you.” He flicked his wrist and the ball flew across the table, landing in one of the cups on the back row. “Drink up, bud.”

Scott downed the beer then made his shot, hitting the edge of one of the middle cups. Chris chuckled, stepping out of your brother’s way so he could make his shot. It easily landed in the cup at the front, forcing Scott to take another drink. You tried again, missing once more much to Chris’ delight. You shrugged with a dramatic sigh, bringing Chris over to your side to give your forehead a quick kiss before he returned to make his shot. Again, into a cup that Scott had to drink. He then made his shot that successfully found its way into a cup that your brother drank, before making his shot that thankfully missed. You decided to stop with your act before Scott got too drunk, he’d already had quite a bit to drink before he started his first game of beer pong. Chris made him go get himself a glass of water while you got ready for your shot.

“Since Scott’s gone to get some water, can I take numerous shots in a row?”

“Take as many as you need to get three,” Chris told you, shrugging. He was so confident and so smug, you couldn’t wait to see his face when you cleaned up. “Take a deep breath,” he advised and you nodded, lining your shot. “If you miss the first one, use it as a ga-” He was cut off when your shot landed in the cup and those around the table cheered loudly. “Nice, baby.” He clapped then downed the drink, chuckling when you smiled coyly.

“Two more, right?” You quizzed and before he could answer your rhetorical question, you swiftly made both shots; the balls landed perfectly in the corner two cups in the back row. Chris’ jaw dropped and he gaped at you with wide eyes, unable to find the words. “What do I get if I get all the other cups?” You raised a brow, smirking with the smugness he’d lost. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me now.” You told him and made the rest of the shots; every ball you threw landed into a filled cup. “I’ll check back and cash in my winnings when you decide.”

“Did we just get hustled?” Chris leaned over to your brother and whispered.

“You just got hustled,” your brother confirmed for him with a nod. “I would’ve said something, but then she’d try and get me and- well, I’m not as wealthy as you are. I can’t afford VIP tickets to Taylor Swift,” he laughed with you and the rest of the group while Chris tried to process what had happened. “C’mon, man. You’ve been with her for two years, are you honestly that shocked? The girl is constantly bombarding you with new information and surprises.”

“Yeah, it’s like living with a spy,” Chris gave you the stink eye, trying not to smile. You giggled and padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh man,” he rolled his eyes, resting his hands on your waist. “I should’ve known, you and Scott are always up to no good. Then you ask for an out with the dinner party and- God dammit, Y/N,” he playfully nipped your neck and you squirmed, laughing. “I’m going to get you back for this, you know that right?”

“Now who’s sulking?”

Dean Knows Best

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,052

Warnings: slight angst/fluff, comfort

A/N: This was requested by @mycuddlycorner! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Even after your flu was gone, you decided that eating wasn’t something you wanted to do.  You weren’t nauseous, but you didn’t have an appetite either.  Nothing seemed to peak your interest.  Dean was starting to worry about you.

You had Netflix on when Dean came into your room.  The room was dimly lit by the light that came from the TV screen.  You were sleeping, which Dean understood.  You had thrown up for three days straight.  At first he assumed your lack of appetite was because of your three day flu, but now he wasn’t sure.  Either way Dean wasn’t going to wait around to find out.

Dean sat on the edge of your bed and shook your shoulder gently.  “[Y/N] wake up sweetheart,” Dean said lowly.  He could tell you had been tossing and turning by how disheveled your hair was.

“Dean?”  You rubbed your eyes before allowing them to open.  As your vision became clear, the elder Winchester’s face came into view.  “What are you doing in here?  Aren’t you and Sam supposed to be gone?”

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valentine me, please? (chanyeol)
word count: 1262 w.
genre: fluff, romance, valentines day au
summary:  teaching chanyeol english is frustrating.

valentines day special ; pick your date

minseok | junmyeon | yixing
baekhyun | jongdae | chanyeol
kyungsoo | jongin | sehun

“Chanyeol, we’ve been through this last week. It’s ‘love’ as in luv, with an ‘ugh’ sound. Not ‘lob’.” You switched from English to Korean pronunciation of the words for Chanyeol to better understand.

Chanyeol grinned while you rubbed your temples in a circular motion. Maybe it’ll help relieve the headache you’re getting from this 165 cm giant.

“I’m pure Korean. You should understand that. I get 'R’ and 'L’ mixed up. Blame the alphabet, not me.” Chanyeol raised his hands as if surrendering.

“I’m Korean, too, but I learned English in a breeze. You don’t see me committing the same mistakes again and again, don’t you?” You eyed him wearily, arms folded across your chest.

“I’m sorry,” He whined like a puppy and you can’t help but smile at his childish act. Chanyeol confined his face using his long arms.

“English is hard,” you can hear his muffled voice, frustrated.

Taking a glance at the time, you tapped Chanyeol’s shoulder. He faced you, his nose crinkled and it was damn adorable. You said, “We have to finish our lesson before seven p.m.”

“Ohhh,” Chanyeol eyed you teasingly, “You have a date.”

Deep inside, Chanyeol prayed your response would be something along the lines of 'No, I don’t have a date. Would you like to be my date for today?’ but it seems like the heavens were neglecting his wishes at the moment.

“Actually, I’m going out with Jongdae for dinner.”

You thought you saw his face fall but you decided it was just your peripheral vision fooling you. Your crush senses need to stop tingling. You haven’t admitted this to anyone but you have a huge crush on Chanyeol.

At the first month, you developed a brother-sister with the guy. Teaching him English as a second language and you, being his friend, offered to teach him English. However, you felt yourself becoming closer to Chanyeol when he started opening up to you. He often tells you how he wanted to communicate with the international fans but apparently, elementary english doesn’t suffice for a proper conversation.

Above all that, you found it handsome how he was determined to learn a language that’s hard to understand. Baby steps, that’s what you kept telling him. Chanyeol has to learn English step-by-step.

“Oh, okay. Well, have fun with Jongdae. You deserve that much,” He flashed you his pearly whites before picking up the pencil and answered the blanks on his workbook.

You deserve that much. What does that mean?

“Hey,” you called him out.

Nudging Chanyeol, he turned to face you. A sullen expression painted on his face. You flinched inwardly because it’s rare for Chanyeol to frown or have a straight face whenever he’s with you.

“I know it’s been three months and…” You could feel your heart race as you choked up the words in your throat. A confession was coming up and you didn’t want to handle rejection at Valentines Day.

“…and I just want to say that I’m proud of you for conquering this feat even if you’re having a hard time and we’ve been repeating lessons week per week.”

You wanted to bang your head on the nearest hard surface. That didn’t come out right and it wasn’t motivational at all. You shook your head, composing the right words inside your brain.

“What I meant was you’re doing a great job, Yeol. I’ll be here every step of the way,” You pumped your fists. It was the least you could do as his teacher.

Chanyeol could sense a wide smile coming up. One that would stretch from ear to ear. He stared at his workbook for a good ten seconds before calling your attention. He wouldn’t want you to be disheartened on this special day just because of his incompetency in English.

“I’m done with the activity. Can you check it?” Chanyeol asked, handing you the workbook he answered.

You took another glance at your watch. There was at least one hour to spare before your so-called date with Jongdae. You wouldn’t want to call it a date because that word’s reserved for someone else. Preferably to that someone who’s sitting right across you.

With hands fidgeting under the table, Chanyeol gulped nervously. “I’ll have to go after I check your–”

Nicely written penmanship scribbled on the worksheet took you by surprise. Chanyeol has difficulty in grammar and spelling so seeing this message on the paper nearly swept you off your feet.

I don’t think your date with Jongdae is going to work out. It’s a mistake to go through this.

“Wait, what’s the meaning of this?” You blurted out in English so Chanyeol wouldn’t pick up your words. It was impossible for Chanyeol to use these words in a sentence since he’s struggling with sentence formation. He must be fiddling with Google Translator under the table.

Chanyeol knew you’d be surprised. “It means I like you enough to have lasted three months repeating the same lessons.”

“I wanted to spend more time with you that’s why I’ve been trying to dumb down my English.” He confidently spoke in perfect English. There were no hints of the R and L mix-ups he’s been having trouble with the past few months.

“You’ve been pretending?!” Slapping your hand to your forehead, you heaved a big sigh. “I went through all the trouble explaining to you– Ugh, I can’t believe!”

“I’m sure Jongdae would understand,” He said again, in pure fucking English. “I mean, anyone who doesn’t want you is an idiot. If you weren’t my best friend, I’d want you.”

Chanyeol felt heat surging through his ears. Flustered, he bowed down his head to avoid your gaze. “No, actually, I want you.”

Cute, you thought. Chanyeol always thought his big ears was a downside when it was his best asset all along.

“Stop saying things like that, you’re making my heart race.”

You placed a hand over your heart when Chanyeol suddenly had the courage to lean in close to your face. “Maybe I like making your heart race.”

That’s it, you were a complete goner for Park Chanyeol.

Chanyeol cleared his throat which caught your attention once again. “Valentine me, please?”

You laughed when he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. The Park Chanyeol you’ve been tutoring English made its appearance after cool English speaker Chanyeol disappeared.

“What I mean to say is, would you please consider being my Valentine?” He asked, hopeful eyes piercing through you.

It was hard to say no to Chanyeol when he was being this adorable. Plus points to his husky voice that made him hotter when speaking English.

“Aww, you asked me to be your Valentine.” You cooed, pinching his cheeks. You added, “I guess I have to make an excuse to avoid ditching Jongdae.”

“You don’t have to,” Chanyeol smirked. “This was part of our plan.”

“You know, someday, I’ll be able to see right through you,” you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Heat creeped up to your cheeks and you found yourself burying your face on his chest.

Caught off guard, Chanyeol crouched down and kissed your cheek. “Someday, but not today, we have a dinner date to go to.”

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Please don’t hate me. 

That’s all I can say about this chapter.

EDIT: If you want to really suffer, start playing ‘Mistake Of Your Life’ from The Duchess OST at the line: 
“You kept your head down all the way to the bedroom.”

Prompt[s]: Yay yay yay yay yay!

What does he mean he won’t fall in love?! Like, excuse you, Loki, but too damn late!

I love your fic The Tower :)

‘The Tower’ (Part 13)

Part 12

After that day, you returned to the tower on a regular basis. It was like nothing had ever happened, and because of that, Loki was careful to watch his temper. He didn’t engage in much conversation but minded his manners when he did. He spoke slowly, and calmly, and for once used his brain for something other than scheming. It was like this for 2 weeks.

As well as inside, Loki was beginning to show means of improvement on the outside too. No more did he bear lines on his face, or hollow cheeks. The shadows around his eyes had disappeared to. It was obvious now that though the Tower did sustain him, it didn’t keep him fit and healthy. You’d done that.

You hadn’t brought as much food today, on account of having something else to carry. You pulled out the blade, displayed it, and Loki raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll admit,” he said, “I’m surprised it took you this long. Most people want me dead far sooner in their acquaintance with me.”

With a smirk, you dropped the basket of tools to the ground.
“You’re unclean,” you muttered, rummaging around in the basket. Loki frowned.
“Truly, you’re too kind to me.”
“Oh, shush, I’m just trying to help. I’ve brought my father’s shaving kit.”

Loki watched you return the blade to the basket, instead beginning to search your things for something else. After a while, the expression on your face changed. Glee.
“Found it! I found it,” you called with joy.

The robe was… actually very nice. It was a warm navy colour, flecks of gold stitching embellishing the long sleeves. A long dip in the collar created a v-neck to also bore gold. You held it aloft so that Loki could admire it, eventually pulling out the loose grey trousers that were intended to accompany it.
“I picked up some more material from the market a while ago, and I’ve been working on this ever since.”

“It’s not… really my colour,” Loki said, scratching the back of his head. He didn’t know how to feel about your gift. He was appreciative, undoubtedly, but he was concerned what it meant.
“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if it’s not your colour. I’ve made you something, you’re going to at least try it on.”
“What if it doesn’t fit?”
“I’ve brought my sewing materials with me. I’ll make it fit.”

Loki smirked.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance. Go and bathe, then I’ll let you try it on.”

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TITLE: Hold a Lover Close

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x Reader/OC

REQUEST/PROMPT: “I almost lost you” + height difference

WORD COUNT: 1,533 (sorry it’s kind of short - or at least short for me)

GENRES/WARNINGS: Slight smut but not really, slight angst, cannon-level violence.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: This is about as close to smut as I will ever get. I have no idea where the gif is from (i found it on google images and it had no source when i went to the page). Title is from “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” by panic! at the disco. I tried making a post with a gif, I hope it looks okay. Enjoy!

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Michael’s Confession

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Title: Michael’s Confession

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 673

Warnings: none

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07: I just had this cute little idea for a fic where Gabriel messes with the reader like trickster mess if you know what I mean so that Michael finally confesses his feelings? I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!

When you woke up, you looked at the clock.  You had woken up the same exact time as yesterday.  You thought it was odd for something like this to happen.  No one in the universe woke up at the same time every day.  Yet, you had.

As you got ready for the day, just like you had the previous day, you noticed something odd.  The day before yesterday you had left the cap of the toothpaste off, so you made sure to screw it back on.  However, the cap was off.  You remembered putting the cap back on the toothpaste, yet there it was, sitting on the counter.

You left the bathroom, grabbing your phone off of the nightstand.  Your eyes widened at the date on your phone.  You were living the same day again.  Which meant you would meet Sam and Dean Winchester at the same diner at the same time.  Maybe they would help you; if they believed your story in the first place.

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Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part D)

A/N: Part 4D 🎉 🎊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C)

You and Chris shared wide grins as you stood up on the alter with the bride and groom; you were on Ava’s side and Chris was on Sebastian’s. Chris was happy for them, but you- you were ecstatic. You had hoped it would end up here, but you had no idea it would when you first brought them together by leaving your phone with Sebastian while FaceTiming Ava.

On paper, they were perfect for each other; you and Chris had agreed on that. When you first found out that Sebastian had shown some interest in Ava, you immediately listed all their similarities as well as the ways they would’ve made a perfect couple. You then showed that list to Chris while you devised a plan to get them together, only to have him remind you that compatibility wasn’t the only factor that determined a successful relationship- especially one with a celebrity. Other than needing chemistry and having good timing, it was a lot of work, tolerance, compromise, and perseverance. “You of all people should know that, Y/N,” was the sentence that left you speechless, because he was right. You could only do so much, it was going to be up to them if they wanted things to last. Now as you stood up there, you realized they’d wanted it as much as you wanted it for them.

“We are all gathered here today to celebrate the love that Sebastian Stan and Ava Shay have for each other. We will join them as they make a lifelong commitment to each other, to witness as they take the next big step in their lives.” Their celebrant began, and Sebastian and Ava smiled at each other. “The idea of true love has been argued against time and time again, and the thought of soulmates has presented itself as fictitious. But as I stand before Sebastian and Ava, it becomes clear to me that skepticism does not obstruct the unforeseeable, but omnipotent forces the universe provides for true love and soulmates. We can deny and argue as much as we want, but we have to admit that these two wonderful people were brought together today because they were meant to be.”

“That, and my best friend wrote fan fiction incredible enough to make Chris Evans fall in-love with her,” Ava quipped, glancing back at you while Sebastian glanced back at Chris; laughter erupted, and you shook your head, biting back your smile. “Beat you to it, didn’t I, Evans?” Ava smirked at Chris and he laughed, nodding.

“It has been a journey for Sebastian and Ava, one that has been exciting and fulfilling but not one that has always been smooth sailing.” Sebastian and Ava bit back their smiles, shooting each other sheepish looks that brought back memories of their biggest fights. “We have all experienced the saying “if you want it, you have to work for it” at some point in our life. Even if two people are perfect for each other, relationships are something you have to nurture if you want it to become fruitful. That is exactly what Sebastian and Ava did, they worked at their relationship. They cared for it, nourished it with love and patience, and preserved it with tolerance and perseverance. They made it work which is why we’re all here today, to support them and be proud of them as they exchange their vows and become husband and wife. I believe you wrote your own vows?“ He asked, earning nods from Sebastian and Ava.

"Ladies first?” Sebastian offered, trying not to laugh at Ava’s eye roll. “What?”

“Ever the gentleman, Sebastian,” Ava quipped then smiled when Sebastian chuckled. “Okay,” she took a deep breath. “Sebastian.” She tried not to laugh as she said the next sentence, and you did too because you’d worked on it together. “As a proud fan girl of yours and Chris’, I know what it’s like to love someone.” Sebastian and Chris stifled their laughter whereas their wedding guests burst out laughing. “But I never truly understood what love was until I met you. You showed me the true meaning of what it is to love someone, and be loved in return. You are everything to me- my love, my heart, my soul, my sun, moon, and stars. I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I can’t imagine living a day without you, Sebastian. I am so proud of you- who you are, who you’ve become, and all the challenges you’ve faced and overcame.”

“Dammit,” Sebastian chuckled, tilting his head back slightly to hold the tears he had in his eyes. Ava laughed softly and squeezed his hands before pulling one hand from his briefly to brush a tear that had escaped despite his attempts to prevent it to. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you cry too.” Ava nodded in acknowledgement, smiling as she continued.

“I promise to believe in you, the person you will further become, and the couple we will be together. I promise you will always have me by your side. With my whole heart, I take you as my husband, acknowledging and accepting your weaknesses and strengths, as you do mine.” You and Chris shared another smile as you watched your best friends tie the knot. “I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family’s love and happiness my priority. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our life together brings. You are my person- my love and my life, today and always. I’m with you till the end of time, or as Bucky Barnes would say- till the end of the line.” Ava grinned at Sebastian and he shook his head, smiling. “I love you, Sebastian Stan, or as you would say in Romanian, te iubesc.”

As soon as Ava said ‘I love you’ in Romanian, Sebastian’s vision became even more blurry than it had been seconds before. He spoke to her in Romanian quite often because he knew she enjoyed hearing him speak his native language, just like he enjoyed hearing her speak in her native language: Persian. But she’d never repeated anything he said in Romanian back to him before, nor did she ask him to teach her which was why this came as a complete surprise to him. It definitely got him wondering if she only learnt and memorized that phrase, or if she’d learnt and memorized more. She got the pronunciation and accent down which was always the hardest part of learning a language, and he could not have loved her more.

“You are full of surprises aren’t you, Ava?” Sebastian teased her; she giggled, shrugging nonchalantly. “You know what, so am I. So you take some deep breaths if you don’t want to ruin your makeup, ‘cause I’m going to make you cry like a baby.” Ava laughed then took a dramatically obvious deep breath to mock Sebastian; he laughed then began his vows. “Ava, I knew I had to have you in my life from the moment we first spoke. Our two best friends had just gotten themselves into a bit of a mess after ignoring our very wise advice, and you’d called Chris’ phone thinking he’d pick up only to get me instead.” You and Chris chuckled, shaking your heads; that unnecessary fight felt like a lifetime ago. “I had no idea what I wanted with you once I had you in my life, but I knew I had to start somewhere. Then I met you and-”

“Kian, no!” Mandy gasped when Kian slid off her lap and ran towards the alter; she’d just missed his wrist. “Kian,” she got to her feet and pointed at the spot in front of her, “come here.” He ignored her, carefully climbing up the steps. “Now, Kian. Come back here,” she repeated in a firmer tone and got ignored again.

“Sebba,” Kian tugged at Sebastian’s pants and Sebastian smiled, pulling his hands away from Ava to scoop his little brother-in-law into his arms. Kian grinned happily and wrapped his arms around Sebastian’s neck, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Sebba.”

“I love you too, buddy,” Sebastian hugged him back, then kept one arm secured around Kian while he moved the other to hold Ava’s hand again. “You hold on tight while I complete my vows, okay?” Kian nodded, clinging on to Sebastian while smiling cheekily at his big sister. “You ready to get another brother, Kian?”

“Yes!” Kian cheered, clapping excitedly.

“Good,” Sebastian kissed his cheek. “'Cause me too, buddy.” Ava smiled at their interaction; she always loved the way Sebastian had with both her brothers, especially Kian. “Now where was I? Oh right,” he said before anyone could tell him. “Then I met you and I knew what I wanted, and that was to be with you, love you, and care for you in ways you deserved. So that is my promise to you, Ava, for as long as I am alive- you will always have me to love and care for you. I will support you through everything and walk alongside you on any endeavors you might want to pursue. I am yours eternally and faithfully because aasheghet hastam.” He smiled when Ava started crying at his use of 'I love you’ in Persian. “Can we just skip the 'I do’ and just pronounce us husband and wife already so I can kiss her?”

“It’s fairly clear that you both do, so-” the celebrant laughed, “I hereby pronounce you husband and wife.” Sebastian and Ava smiled as they inched closer to each other; Sebastian balancing Kian on his hip. “You may kiss your bride.” As soon as their lips touched, the entire room exploded with cheers and applause. “Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian Stan!”

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Part 5A

I had so much fun writing this one. Seriously. Fluffy Loki is the best Loki. Thank you to jeffersonstarshiips for this request - apologies for taking so long. I have the attention span of a baby rabbit. I feel kind of guilty about writing Pietro as this much of a bad guy but then I read the last line and forget about it. Enjoy, not just the story but also that gif, my darlings, because my Gods. Look at that lil’ face :3

Prompt:  Reader gets hired by Bruce and Tony to help them out with stuff. While working she falls her Pietro, but their relationship ends horribly. Loki her friend/ex finds out and comforts her while unleashing hell. loki fluff plz 

“No Apology Necessary” (Part 1)

“Morning!” You called out cheerily as you walked into the lab. To passers-by, the room would look empty but you had worked there long enough to know better.
“(Y/n)!” Tony shouted as his head appeared from behind a countertop. Bruce was nowhere to be seen.
“Yes, hello? What are you doing down there?” You chuckled, dropping your backpack by your desk.
“Duck!” He cried and you followed orders, just in time to see a machine fly over your head. It looked like a metal snail shell with two jet boosters either side. The boosters moved in order to propel the gadget through the air and you quickly realised they were moving again, propelling it towards you.

Leaping forward, you narrowly avoided the machine. Tony reached out and grabbed your hands, pulling you into his hiding spot.
“I’d thank you for that but I’ve got a feeling this is your fault.” You panted and Tony chuckled.
“Bruce wasn’t here.”
“Evidently.” Peering above the countertop, you watched the contraption search the other side of the room slowly. As you watched the device lazily float around, Loki appeared in the doorway. Thor had brought him down to Earth to try and earn the pardon of its defenders last year and you were one of the first to forgive him so you’d managed to build a strong relationship. Often he’d come down to the lab to visit you and this was one of those days.

“Loki!” You hissed, gesturing for him to move. His head whirled around to the sound of your voice and he smirked when he saw you hiding.
“Am I that bad company?” He chuckled, stepping fully into the room. Almost immediately the snail-bot hummed and turned to face him. Bolting out of your hiding spot, you threw yourself at Loki and pinned him to the floor as the machine sailed over you.
“Idiot.” You snapped and Loki smirked. The trickster God was lying flat against the floor and you were sprawled over him, hands pinning his arms out.
“Hissing my name isn’t a warning, you know.” He smiled, neither of you moving.
“It’s not my fault your brain didn’t engage. Why did you think I was hiding?” You mirrored his expression smugly. However, before Loki could reply, you were interrupted.

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I just hit my next thousand (whee) so to celebrate, I thought I’d show my appreciation for the amazing writers of the bellarke fandom by compiling a list of my all-time favourite bellarke fics! Hope y’all enjoy, x. 

Like Ships In The Night (Passing Me By) by viansian [11k, one-shot, immortal au, historical au,]

This fic gets a special place in my heart because it was the very first fic I read for bellarke and I fell in love with it immediately. Basic premise? Bellamy is an immortal and Clarke isn’t, and he meets her seven times throughout his life. It’s heart-breaking and poignant and the characters are written with so much thought. (With an happy ending, to boot.)

First Impressions Often Lie by @antebellamy [9k, multi-chapter, completed modern au, boarding school au, enemies to friends to lovers] 

Listen, this fic is amazing. Mia writes like magic; it’s nostalgic and sweet and angsty all at once, and there are some lines in here that just make me shiver and cry and have a lot of feelings, okay. Overall, it’s engaging and fun and will stick with you for days after. 

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Jealous – A Danisnotonfire One Shot (as requested by Anon)

Walking through the streets of London in the middle of the night was my new favorite thing to do. Seeing the captivating lights and feeling the cool breeze made me feel like the world had a true talent of making divine creations. Maybe that’s why my boyfriend, Dan, came into my life – to show me yet another example of a beautiful product placed on this Earth. It’s as if all the planets and constellations got together and said, “Yep, this one’s our best work yet. The girl who gets him better feel lucky as hell.” Which, of course, I do.

In my last relationship, I had grown to believe that men don’t show affection. I didn’t know what being properly courted felt like. My ex, Jackson, was never the one to hold my hand in public, or tell me how much I meant to him. He’d never text me back, he always cancelled plans with me at the very last minute, and most importantly, he never said “I love you”, even when I said it to him. It nearly crushed my dream of finding a man who could make me feel like I was worth something, like I was important. Then, just in the nick of time, Dan waltzed into my life right as I ended the relationship with Jackson.

Now, as Dan was showing me the most magnificent sights in London, I couldn’t help but feel maybe the most perfect sight was standing right in front of me, holding my hand proudly.

“So, (Y/N), that’s pretty much the last of the places I wanted to show you in the city.” Dan said as we walked away from a barrier that overlooked the classic London Eye.

I frowned, thinking the night was over. “I had an amazing time,” I said earnestly, “you have no idea how much this night meant to me.”

He looked confused. “No, (Y/N), I said this is the last place I wanted to show you in the CITY. This night isn’t over!” He guaranteed. “I have a few places I want to take you that are more local. Is that alright with you?”

I grinned, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “More than alright,” I said, and laid my head on his shoulder as we continued walking down the pavement. He took his hand out of mine and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer. He kissed the top of my head lovingly. He was warm, and smelled like expensive cologne. I knew in that moment this was the feeling of being wanted.

As we walked a couple of blocks south, I asked him where we were headed. “It’s a surprise,” Dan said playfully, “a sweet surprise.” I could tell he was trying to give me a hint, but I pretended to be oblivious, just to give him the full satisfaction of my surprised reaction.

A few more blocks down the way we were going, he turned to me and said, “This is the point where you have to close your eyes.”

“How will I be able to see where I’m going?” I asked. “I’ll guide you, obviously,” he said. “How do I know you won’t guide me into the oncoming traffic? I could die, Dan. DIE.” I emphasized jokingly. “You won’t die, because I won’t guide you into the traffic. I think you underestimate how much I care for you, (Y/N).” Dan answered, chuckling afterwards. I smiled so hard, my face hurt.

I closed my eyes for him. I felt him put one hand at the small of my back, and grab my upper arm with the other. We slowly walked across the street as the traffic lights turned red. It was a whole new sensation only trusting him and the ground below me to guide me to our destination. Once we crossed the street, and walked a few more steps, I smelled a clean and sweet aroma along with a cold gust of wind. “Alright,” Dan said as he adjusted my body to be directly in front of the place, “you can open your eyes now!”

Once I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn’t. My smile fell, and I looked down to the ground to avoid looking at what was in front of me. We were standing in front of an ice cream parlor. That wasn’t the problem, of course. The problem was that this exact ice cream parlor was where my ex-boyfriend worked.

Dan noticed my disappointed look immediately. “Oh no, what’s wrong? You don’t like this place?” he questioned caringly. “No, no, I love this place. It’s just that… ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.” I responded. “Do you want to go somewhere else for ice cream? I think there’s another place around the corner, but it might be closed…” Dan tried to resolve this as best he could, which made me want to please him even more. “No, babe, it’s okay, we’re already here. Plus, this is your favorite spot. Don’t worry about me.” He smiled, and kissed me. We walked into the parlor, and I braced myself for any chance of seeing my ex.

As Dan and I made our way down the glass display, picking out our ice cream flavors, I thought we were clear of any run-ins. But of course, with my shit luck, I saw him at the end of the line, ringing up orders in the cash register. I already knew this was going to suck. Not only for me, but for Dan as well.

I reluctantly walked up to the register, Dan in tow. When Jackson glanced up, he had to do a double take to make sure it was actually me. His expression was almost unreadable, but from what I could tell he was at least slightly surprised.

“Hi, could I please have one scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone?” I asked politely, pretending that I had no idea who he was. He laughed, and said, “Vanilla, huh? I always thought chocolate was your favorite.” Dan turned to me, confused. “Do you come here often, (Y/N)?” He asked. “No, actually,” Jackson interjected, “not often enough. She doesn’t seem to remember me.”

“Okay, yes, Jackson, I remember you. How are you doing? Fine? Great. Dan, please order.” I said hastily. “I AM doing fine, thanks for asking so sincerely.” He said. “And I can see you’re doing fine as well. So, so fine.” He winked at me. The hair on my neck raised in uncomfortable tension. Dan held onto my hand a little tighter.

“(Y/N), who is this?” Dan asked. “I’m her ex,” Jackson interjected again, “I’m hurt she doesn’t talk about me more often.”

“There’s a reason, Jackson.” I scoffed. “Dan, what do you want, babe?”

“Can I just have a mint chocolate chip scoop so we can just get on with our night, please?” Dan ordered stiffly. “Babe, huh? I loved when you called me that.” Jackson sneered. I wanted to throw up.

“Listen, mate, she just wants the vanilla cone. That’s the ONLY thing she wants from you. Ever.” Dan barked defensively. He now had his arm on my waist, holding tight. Jackson rolled his eyes, and yelled the order to the other girl working behind the counter. She handed him our ice cream cones, which he then handed to us. Dan pulled out a 20, and threw it onto the counter. “Keep the change, wanker.” He growled as we walked out of the parlor quickly.

When we got outside, he pulled my face towards his, and gave me a deep kiss. With tongue. Right in front of the window looking into the parlor. I kissed back, feeling my growing desire for him fueled by the anger I had towards Jackson. When we both pulled away, I looked through the window, and saw Jackson slamming his apron onto the top of the ice cream display case, while also looking back at us furiously. I laughed, and turned back to face Dan.

“Want to know something?” I said through a smile.

“What?” Dan breathed out, his chin coming forward to lean in for another kiss. “You look sexy when you get jealous.” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with mine.


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Honestly, not sure if I should just keep the gif header bc I haven’t gotten around to making the damn graphic…anyways…here’s the new chapter of cb! So glad you guys are really loving it and how some of you are legit ftfo. It’s gonna be okay. Enjoy!

Warning: Really cheesy angst? Ben sees panties and is a perv

Word Count: 4.5K+

“So mind telling me as to why you never thought to mention, oh…I don’t know? That your brother was moving back?!” You nearly shouted at Rey as the two of you sat in between two book shelves, in the middle of doing homework although a certain someone couldn’t help but think about Ben.

The entire time during gym, your eyes were glued on Ben; although he didn’t have the proper attire, he still participated and decided to play basketball with Poe and Finn. Each and every time Ben would shoot, you found yourself drooling at the sight of his v-line whenever his shirt would lift up. It was safe to say that gym class was spent doing nothing but gawking.

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Bit of a short version than I’d have liked but I managed to fit in all the ideas I had. This one is again for @georghiousophia (who has perhaps one of the most difficult to spell URLs that I’ve ever type). I hope you enjoy it - I should be uploading a couple more one-shots today because I’ve been writing them over the course of the week. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Omg I loved it so much THANK YOU ❤️🔫 PLEASE DO PART 2

“Castigations and Celebrations” (Part 2)

Part 1

Your wooden dining table took up a lot of space in your sitting room. The dimly lit apartment was cramped and untidy but it was home. 2 windows let a little evening moonlight into the room and it complimented the yellow glow of the candle that sat in front of you. The solitary cupcake sat on a plate in front of you – gloating. You quickly blew out the candle protruding from the top and sighed as the wonderful smell of a freshly extinguished candle filled your nose.

Happy Birthday, you thought to yourself.

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Authors Note: First one woo! I think it was a little cheesy in the end but I hope you like it, let me know what you guys think!

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: none



“What’s a venti?”
You stood in line anxiously. It was much to early for this. The man in front of you was taking forever and your patience was dwindling, you were not a pleasant person before your morning coffee. You wanted to grab a quick coffee and have some time to relax before training started, but it was looking like that wouldn’t be happening so easily today. You waited 5 more minutes until the man finally decided on his order.
“That’ll be $4.35 sir” the barista said
“Oh. I don’t have any bills on me. Would you accept change?”
You groaned internally and prepared to wait another 3 minutes as he scattered his pile of dimes and nickels on the counter.
The chime went off, announcing that someone else had entered the café.
“Is that you Princess? This is surprising, I would have thought you would be talking with the solider or listening to your horrible music”
You turned to the familiar voice with an annoyed expression.
You had known Pietro Maximoff and his sister Wanda for a few months now. You weren’t in the battle of Sokovia and were surprised to come home to see three new faces in the tower. But as long as the recruits were benefitting the team, you did not complain. His sister Wanda proved to be very useful in missions and the Visions android body came in handy as he could go places most humans could not. You liked them both as both colleagues and friends, but you never cared much for Pietro.
“Good morning to you too” you said sarcastically “and country music isn’t horrible, you just haven’t heard enough of it”
“Really? Because every song seems to be about cowboys drinking in trucks hollering to ‘chicks’. I do not see the appeal” he replied with a smirk
“You don’t have to” you said as you checked the situation at the counter. The man in front of you was still counting his coins. “Why are you here Pietro, you don’t even drink coffee” you asked. Pietro looked at you and chuckled “Wanda wants to try one of these..what, express coffees? I am here to get her one” he said with a smile. You nodded passively. Honestly, all you could think about was how close you were to getting your coffee. God, you really wanted your coffee.
“So how are you Princess?” you turned to glare at Pietro. Lately he had been calling you Princess, why? You had no idea. But it was starting to get on your nerves fast.
“Do not call me Princess”
“This bothers you?” He asked with smirk.
Before you had time to respond it was your turn to order, finally. You walked up to the barista happy to both get your coffee and get away from the conversation.
“Hi there, could I have a tall black coffee please” you said with a smile.
“Sure thing sweetheart, that’s $2.15. Name?” The barista asked.
Just then you felt an arm wrap around you “Princess!” Exclaimed Pietro with a playful glint in his eye. The barista wrote your ‘name’ down and went to get your coffee. You turned to Pietro with a glare.
“What’s the matter with you?!” You exclaimed.
He held up his hand in mock surrender, never losing the smile now openly playing across his face. “What? You do not like my nickname for you?” He laughed.
“Tall black coffee for Princess?” You heard the barista call, which only sent Pietro into more fits of laughter.
“It’s not even that funny Pietro” you said as you grabbed your coffee.
Quickly, you hurried out the door towards the tower. Checking your phone, you were already five minutes late.


You could tell Natasha wasn’t happy with your tardiness, but she never said anything to you as you walked into the training room, half drunken coffee in hand. “Nice of you to show up Y/N” said Steve, you turned and smiled, feeling much more friendly with some caffeine in your system. “Thanks Rogers” you replied. “C'mon, let’s spar” he said.
Steve was one of your best friends on the team and often your training parter. You weren’t strong like him, but you were quick and were excellent with throwing knives, your high skills is what got you on the team after all.
After a good few hours of training you decided to head back to your room to get cleaned up. You hadn’t seen Pietro since the coffee shop and that was fine by you.
Just then you felt a slight breeze behind you.
“Training hard I see”
You turned, apparently you spoke too soon. Turning you head, you saw Pietro leaning up against the wall
His face wasn’t as playful as you were expecting.
“I have a question for you Y/N” he said, his face more serious than you were used to seeing in him. That made you skeptical. Pietro Maximoff was never serious. He was the one always playing around, always strutting that cocky attitude of his, always complaining how the world was too slow for him. But in that moment he wasn’t any of those things. He was still, serious, and even a little bit nervous looking at his posture.
“..What is it” you asked tentatively
He looked you over and smirked a bit.
“I’ve never thought you to be one to get uneasy”
That changed your mood as quick as he said it. “Just get on with it Maximoff”
“I want to know what I’ve done to you” he said seriously. That threw you off a bit, you were not expecting that.
“What do you mean?” You asked
“You are kind to everybody else except me, why? I have done nothing to you.” He said
You took a moment to consider his words.
“I don’t like being called Princess” you said.
He raised his eyebrow “come now, that can’t be the only reason”
You weren’t liking the way this was going, you could feel your control over this conversation slipping fast.
“Why do you care Maximoff? I thought you didn’t care about what anyone thought of you” you said
He rolled his eyes. “You are avoiding my question”.
You took a breath. Nope. Definitely not liking how this was going. “I-I don’t know Pietro. Get off my case” you huffed.
“I was thinking. Maybe we could start over?” He said
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“Well, clearly something went wrong, and since you 'don’t know’ what it is maybe we can make it so it just never happened. Believe it or not I do believe that we could be good friends.” He said confidently
You raised your eyebrow skeptically at him, considering his words. You hate to admit it, especially to somebody like him. But he did have a point, you were colleagues after all. It couldn’t hurt to have a clean slate, especially with how often you see him. No matter how much your pride would forbid it, you considered his offer.
“Alright” you heard yourself say.
Pietro smiled wide, clearly he was anticipating a different answer.
“Great. Well, hello Y/N, I am Pietro” he said as he shook your hand and laid a tiny kiss on it.
You rolled your eyes at him and tried to hide your slight smile at his actions.
“Hello Pietro, I’m Y/N”
You didn’t care for Pietro Maximoff, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as bad as you had thought.

I’ve almost reached 2k followers, like whaaat? Why do you all follow me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m hella appreciative, but like, why? LMAO, I’m sorry, I’ve never been good with things like this, so thank you all, for putting up with my nonsense, and just, following me, I guess– thank you! <3 (also sorry for the shitty edit, im lazy! lmao)

Below are the blogs I appreciate the most on my dash, they’re filled with mutuals, and people I look up to, so I wanna thank y’all for just being amazing people, and bringing nothing but amazingness to my dash!

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accioyoungbae azianatic, bae-ologist, bigbnags, bigbongz, btsboyz, chaegasm, clusterbang, croatoan-the-line, d0nniee, daesungimnida, daesungstrash, daljiyong,gzbae

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hbi-n, ibmariji, imafantasticbaby jiclass, jiyong-oppar, koreanghetto, kwonzz leeleetaichou, leyanana, michigzbmemoriestomelodies, no-8officialyanghyunsuk, oppas-sweatpanda-smack, paperbagperson

Q - Z
ringalinga seungri-yay, seungripls, seungriseyno, shabbitableshovelqueen, strongbaeritabi-dreamer, taedaddyx, thebangisbig  thirstyfortaeyang,  twoneofakind ygbias, ygjunkie youngbaaes youngbaegoon xxxloveee

These people are like life lines tbh, take them from me and I’ll die– notreallybutyouknowwhatimean. Will be under a read more because hella long!

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