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I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

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arranged marriage; jeon jungkook x reader

Originally posted by jeonify

description + foreword 

genre: fluff, romance, smut (not in this part, tho)

word count: 5.061;

a/n: this is going to have three or four parts; jimin x reader as well; has a few swear words, nothing violent; if you like it please let me know; lots of love and hugs;


Being forced into a marriage just because that kind of a link provided your family the exact amount of recourses needed for their business to become even more successful grossed the hell out of you, but you had to do it regardless of your liking and you knew that you had to do so since you were a little girl. Your father, a respectable and well-known doctor seated in the position of the CEO of his own hospital pushed you into an arranged marriage with the son of a wealthy politician due to his own greediness and enormous pride when you were only eighteen years old.

The scheme was pretty simple: you were promised to another family since you were just a teenager and when you hit the age of twenty-five, after you finished the medical college and got a job for yourself, you had to marry their son – because that was what your father desired, because your marriage could provide him political security and lots of money, coming from your father-in-law’s connections and influence.

When you found out about his plan, you provoked a ruckus within the first half of hour and exploded into an insane juncture of crying and screaming. You packed all of your things and ran away from home, only to be dragged back by his employees and to beg for forgiveness and ask for pity in less than three hours. If he wanted, your father could have made your life a living hell, and you were very much aware of his immense power and his complicated and damaged personality.

Liking it or not, you had to cope with the situation and you had to formally get married with an unknown guy about whom you knew only one thing, and that was his full name. Jeon Jungkook.


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Eggsy x Reader

Code Name:  Gawain

B don’t forget! - Eggsy - Galahad + Roxy - Lancelot (don’t mix up again)

“Eggsy you’re not working with Roxy on this one i’m afraid.” Merlin said through the headpiece as Eggsy headed up to the room that had been on the note he’d been sent.

“Oh yeah then who’d you set me up with?” Eggsy asked half joking as he readied himself for some grumpy older Kingsman.

“Gawain.” Was all Merlin said.

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LATTE (matt and lance)

This got…a little out of hand. It was supposed to be a short one-shot, and it wound up being a bit more like a nearly 2.5k oneshot. Hope you enjoy it, though, anon!

Also, since we don’t know much about Matt’s character right now, I had to make my own headcannons.

“Lance, are you in?”

“Yeah, just a sec…” He peered around the corner. “It looks clear. You said they’re at the end of the hall?”

“According to the schematics.” Pidge’s voice was low and tense over the comm link. “Can you see them?”

“Not yet. Any guards showing up?”

“I think Keith’s diversion worked pretty well. They’re all in the east wing.”

Lance took another quick peek and rushed down the hall. “Okay. I’m going in.” He plugged in a small computer Pidge had given him to the handprint reader beside the room at the end of the hallway. “It’s ready.”

She remoted in and made quick work of hacking through the security system keeping the door locked. “Just a minute…” He glanced over his shoulder nervously as she worked. “Got it.”

The door whooshed open, and Lance ran inside. The large, dimly lit room was filled with prisoners, all looking defeated and exhausted. They stared at him for a brief moment before it sunk in that he wasn’t a Galra soldier.

“Everyone, follow me. I’m gonna get you out.” Lance grinned. “I’m a paladin of Voltron. We’re here to rescue you. Go out in the hall, and I’ll lead you out of here.” By far, this was his favorite part of the job. Saving people and, hopefully, reuniting them with their families. He ushered them out of the room one by one, mentally counting how many he’d need to accomodate. “Pidge, do we have any spare ships? There’s a lot more here than I can fit in Blue.”

Unfortunately for Lance, he didn’t even hear her answer. Instead, he froze and lost focus entirely when he saw the next two prisoners ready to hurry out into the hallway.

“Wait.” He grabbed the younger man’s shoulder. “Are you…” His heart was racing. He couldn’t be wrong about this. Not with Pidge listening in. “Are you Matt Holt?”

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Couple Items

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Couple Items

When your boyfriend suggested you two get a few couple items you thought it was cute. He had a tendency of buying you a lot of jewelry and you’d just make him return it. His taste was just a little over the top and too expensive. You were hoping that shopping together would mean you could hit up a few local shops and get a matching phone charm, or cute couples shirts. But of course, Joon Kyung wasn’t that simple. When he said he wanted to shop in Gangnam, it should have been your red flag that he wanted something over the top.

“Yah, Oppa please put that down that’s expensive.” you pouted. He’d dragged you all around the city going from Versace boutiques to Armani stores and buying all of these outfits and bags that you just know you’re not going to wear.

Joon Kyung held up the gold chain, inspecting it with the jeweler. “But you wanted matching things. Let’s get a whole outfit.”

“I meant something cute and meaningful-That chain cost more than my car.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

He grinned looking over “We can fix that too. Matching couple cars? I could get you one in rose gold?”


“But you love Rose Gold, it’ll match your phone”

You sighed holding his hand. “Please, I don’t even wear chains. And don’t even think about buying me a car.”

He smiled pecking your lips. “I’m probably still going to buy you a car.”

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When you caught in a rain

Kim Namjoon : 

You told Namjoon that you were supposed to buy something on a mini market near the mansion. He let you and told you to buy some food supplies and he also wanted fried rice so you need to buy the ingredients. 

Then suddenly, when you went outside the rain started to poured in and you didn’t bring any umbrella. “What a day,” you sighed. You also didn’t bring your phone because you thought it will be a second since the store was close enough and safe. 

“Aiisshh….at least bring your phone with you.” You lifted your head and Namjoon brought an umbrella and holding your food. You chuckled and linked your arm with his, “I know I can always count on you even though you’re busy.”

He smiled and showed his dimples, “I won’t ask my man to do this romantic stuff with you. If it does then I told them to drench in the rain.” 

Kim Seok Jin : 

Jin told you not to come out because the sky looks grey and was about to rain anytime soon. You didn’t listen to him and went jogging, making you drenched in a rain. You stood under the stall and wait for the rain stop but it didn’t. 

“Damn, he will nag at me once I got home,” you mumbled. 

You waited and waited until you sneezed and feel dizzy. You got panic once you thought about stuck in this place for a day. When you started to walked from the stall, a familiar car stopped in front of you and Jin walked out with umbrella. He sighed and covered you with hoodie and umbrella, “this is why you should listen to me, y/n. Now, you have fever. You need to rest and don’t say ‘no’ to me this time.” 

Min Yoongi : 

It was a beautiful Sunday until you got stuck in a heavy storm alone under an empty stall. You are scared to loud thunder and storm. You looked pale and hugging your knees on the corner of stall and shut your eyes whenever a light from a thunder came. 

You didn’t dare to call Yoongi because it will cause a worst scenario of thunder. So, you waited and prayed for Yoongi to found her. “Are you okay? Did you get drench?” You lifted your head and saw Yoongi while panting hard and drenched in rain. “One of the guys told me he found your location in a GPS. It’s a good thing I put a tracking device inside your pocket.”

You started to sry and asked Yoongi to carry you. He sighed and he started to carry you with his arms. “What a baby, a cute little one.” He kissed your cheek and smiled, “don’t be scared, now I’m here. I’ll always find you, understand?” 

He’s a softy when it comes to his girlfriend. But is scary when he’s doing his job. 

Jung Hoseok : 

You texted Hoseok to pick you up since the rain started to pouring on the streets. You just did your part-time as a vet, you didn’t bring your umbrella so you have to wait. You started to shivered in cold, the weather was too cold because you wore a shorts and white shirt. 

“Aigoo…babe, next time if you went outside bring at least a sweater to keep you warm.” Hoseok would give you cuddles to keep you warm all the time. 

Park Jimin : 

He just finished the drugs trade and he had a call from you. He walked away from the scene and answered your call. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

‘Well, Jimin. Just, don’t be panic. Okay?’ You said. He turned into serious mode, “what’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?” He asked. You sighed and mumbled something he couldn’t hear, “what did you say, hun?” You sighed, ‘I broke my leg. I slipped on the stairs…..and I’m wet because it’s raining.’ He widened his eyes and started to running to his car, “where are you?”

‘Uhh….outside the mansion. Please hurry up, it hurts and I feel dizzy right now,’ you said in a weak tone. “I’m on my way.” 

Kim Taehyung : 

You texted Taehyung to pick you up since you got stuck in a heavy rain. He said yes and now you’re waiting for him to come. 

But suddenly, someone pulled you in a heavy rain. “Taehyung!” You yelled. He laughed, and put your phone away to his man and started to run all of the place. “What the hell? You could get sick!” You nagged. He scowled, “don’t be such a mother for this one! It’s fun! I bring your clothes so let’s play!” While both of you played under the rain, Taehyung’s people were watching both of you. 

“What are you watching? Go,” he said.

Jeon Jungkook : 

You got worried when you it started to raining, you didn’t bring your umbrella and you can’t call Jungkook because the teacher has your phone for a week. You sighed and continued to taking notes from the white board. 

Your friends went outside the building and walked home, they brought their umbrellas while you walked to the front gate and-”Jungkook?” You called. Well, no wonder some of the female students stopped to watched him leaned on the wall with black umbrella beside him, he was playing his phone and looked pissed. 

“Jungkook!” You ran to him and hugged him. He smiled and kissed your nose, “why you didn’t answer my call?” He asked. You frowned, “they have my phone because I was texting you,” you said. He chuckled and intertwined your hands with him while the other hand opened the umbrella, “well, I’ll just buy you another one.” You nodded your head while laughing. 

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Tobi x Reader

Request: “Could you please write an imagine based on that shirtless tobi gif? Something where he gets super jealous and then somehow leads to that situation with him shirtless and out of breath. Honestly you can write it however youd like but I need something to satisfy the tobi feels after that gif”

Note: 2400 words. Shout out to the anon who told me to listen to this song because it inspired this imagine. Also shout out to @sveta-sdmn for turning all of my followers into Tobi stans. I appreciate dat. Sexual themes below (like, seriously).  [master list]

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The "Right" Way

Authors Notes:
-Asdfghjkl- is the Squip talking to Jeremy
~Asdfghjkl~ is singing ((The tune would be that of the Be More Chill songs: the Squip’s solo and the background chorus))


Jeremy stands just outside Jake’s house, a look of pure determination on his face. He’s figured out a system that -almost- works every time. He thinks he just needs to iron out the last few bugs and pray that God is on his side.

…I thought that LAST time. And the time before that. And the time before that. Now he’s just standing there like a pitiful, lost child.

What he doesn’t realize is his LITERALLY fatal mistake. His very first step. Avoiding the confrontation with… him. I tried to get him to do it the right way the first few times, but he lost all faith in me when I blocked the loser in. Apparently he doesn’t know the term “self-preservation.” I’ll have to fix that.

The last time he fought with Michael, he didn’t rejoin the party. He sat by the door in silence, listening to Michael’s pathetic breakdown. That’s when he decided to try to stop that from happening. On the next loop, he went in, became intoxicated so I wouldn’t interfere (I was getting bored of trying to improve him anyway), and did things differently. Not like it helped; people still keep dying. Michael, Chloe, Brooke, Christine, Jake, Rich, Jenna, even himself a few times. Almost. He rewinds just before he dies. Let’s just hope nothing happens that stops his heart before he even gets the chance to think.

Anyway, I’m bored with just sitting on the sidelines. But moreso I’m bored of living this stupid night over and over again inside his head because he’s too weak to accept death. But if I try to do anything, he’ll just get drunk.

…Looks like it’s time for Plan B.


“What do you want? I thought you were leaving me alone.”

-There’s a right way to do this, to end this night.-

“Oh yeah? What’s that? Locking Michael in the bathroom again?! No way. I swear to God if you try ANYTHING–”

-I won’t. Trust me I want to be finished here just as much as you do. So I’m going to give you my advice. I AM your Squip, after all. It’s my job.-

“…So what’s your advice?”

If I say something extreme first, he will be more likely to listen to the second suggestion.

-Maybe someone NEEDS to die.-

“WHAT?! You’re CRAZY!!”

-No, think about it. It’s a house fire; there are bound to be casualties.-

“Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense… But plenty of people I don’t know die, so…that CAN’T be it!”

-Maybe someone you DO know is just fated to die.-

“‘Fated…to die…?’ But who…? N-no, no! I can’t think this way! I’m not gonna let ANY of my friends die!”

-Maybe you keep failing because you spread yourself too thin. Maybe you should just learn to be okay with failure and death. It seems to be following you anyway.-

“No…that can’t be it… Who could be “fated to die”…?

-I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself. But that’s not all.-

“Oh, GREAT.”

-Don’t worry, it’s easier than playing God and deciding who should die. But it’s just as important, I assure you.-


-You need to stop avoiding the confrontation with Michael.-

“Wh…No! You heard just how upset he gets… I can’t put him through that again…”

-Do you want to watch him die forever?-

“N..no… Of course not… I can’t take that…..”

-Then LISTEN to me. And obey. Or we’ll NEVER get through this.-

-Jeremy, I know what’s best for you. Even if you can’t see it sometimes. ~Everything about you is going to be wonderful.~-

“~But I don’t care so much about me…~”

-~Everything about you is going to be so alive!~-

“~But I can’t even save my friends’ lives…~”

-~Jeeeeeeeremyyyyyy, you can’t try to beeeee the hero you wanna beeeeeeeeee…~ So be more chill.-

“…Be more…chill.”

-That’s right. Now let’s get in there.-

Because of the little pep talk, we end up arriving later than usual. Brooke sees us walk in from across the room and eagerly rushes over to meet us like the dog she’s dressed as.

“Jeremy!” she waves and squirms through the crowd, “I was afraid you weren’t coming; did you get my messages??”

That’s new.

-Play it off.-

“Am I late? Didn’t even realize.” Good. He’s listening to me again. Wait… He’s listening to me again? This doesn’t make… Running neurotypical scan… Showing signs of despondence, hopelessness, and despair. Analyzing probable causes… Ah, of course. The last reset. When Michael went blind. That was the closest he’s ever gotten. And he went and kissed the boy, too. They made it over that pit against all odds, but… It wasn’t enough. They took too long, and the entrance became blocked entirely. No one could get out. He watched as all of his friends choked to death, one by one. He held Michael’s face as he desperately tried to keep him from giving up. He called his name until his very last breath–in that timeline, anyway.

That must be what’s broken him. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s falling back on me again. This…this is perfect. If he lets me guide him through the party, we may actually be able to make it.


Things are going well. Jeremy is doing everything I tell him to. Out of nowhere, he just decides to break off from the group and head to the bathroom.

“This doesn’t feel right. Just…acting like nothing bad is about to happen…”

-It will pass. Eventually, it will pass.-

“How do you–Gwah!”

Jeremy is pulled into the bathroom by Michael. He tries to convince Jeremy that I’m going to ruin his life. Which is ridiculous. My job is to improve his life, not ruin it. By any means necessary.

-You can’t listen to him, Jeremy. I’m the only one who can get us out of this. You’ve tried everything. Give up and let me save us.-

Jeremy stares at the floor, his face as clouded as his vision.

“Get out of my way. You loser…”

After a moment of realization, registering that his “best friend” is mine now, Michael steps to the side. I always feel satisfied when we sever the last link to Jeremy 1.0. I have to take control just to stop Jeremy’s tears from falling and walk us out. I don’t let him stay anywhere near that bathroom.

The rest of the party, he just hangs on the sidelines. Too mentally strained to even try to enjoy himself. It’s not ideal, but I can’t push him too much, or he’ll stop listening to me again. I’ve finally regained his trust; I can’t lose it again. Jeremy watches that Rich kid from across the room. He’s fidgeting on the couch, scratching his head often and muttering to himself. Several people have jokingly asked what was wrong with him, but he dismissed them rather violently. Now he’s pacing around the living room, visibly shaking.

“I still haven’t figured out why he acts like that… I should go ask.”

-If you want to.-

He makes his way to Rich, coming up behind him, and taps his shoulder. Rich nearly jumps out of his skin at the touch. He rounds on Jeremy, grabbing him by the shoulders. Upon closer inspection, his face is pale and panicked, eyes bloodshot and baggy, hair unkempt and shaggy. You’d think he was drinking or smoking, but he hardly smells of alcohol or pot. So what could…?

“I NEED MOUNTAIN DEW REEEEED!!!!!” Rich yells, shaking.

Shit. He’s figured it out. How could his Squip be so idiotic? Sigh… Fine. Looks like he needs to be the one to go. Jeremy tries to soothe him, but there’s no point. He’s lost it.

-Give it up, Jeremy. He’ll be fine.-

Jeremy stops, watching him run around now, out of control. Not long after he flees to the kitchen, screams erupt from within and teens frantically flood from the fire.

-It’s time to go.-

“But Rich is still in there! And I can’t leave Michael behind..!”

-Michael will be fine. He already left.-

“He…he did?”

-Optic nerve blocking.-

“…Right…. But still, what about Rich?!”

-Leave him.-


-Hurry up and get out of here or I’ll do it for you.-

As Jeremy stares awestruck, eyes fixed on the growing flames, Jenna and Christine pass him; Christine stops for a moment to grab him by the arm, “What are you waiting for, Jeremy?! Come on!!” She drags him out, abandoning the other Squipped teen.

By the time Jeremy regains his senses, he scans the crowd. Christine and Jenna are safe, obviously, Chloe has buried herself under his arm, Brooke is sitting by the road, crying, and Jake has his hands to the sides of his head, trying to figure out how the hell he would explain this to his parents. The only one missing is–

“Michael… Where’s Michael?!”

-Jeremy, he’s–

“No!! I won’t risk it!”

He’s going to jump again!

-We finally made it out of there! You’re going to throw that away?! You don’t know that he’s still in there!-

“But I don’t know that he’s not!”

I need to say something and quick. Time jumping is the only thing I can’t stop him from doing!

-Jeremy STOP!! Or you’ll NEVER break free of this.-

He stops. Thank God.

“…You’re sure he’s alive?”

If it’ll get him to not reset, -Yes.-

“…I can’t risk it.”


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Here we go again.



For a minute I thought this was the “final” timeline, the one where they actually all make it–and I thought what a fantastic idea it would be if the final timeline is what actually happened in the show! So all of the previous timeloops lead up to everything in the actual musical, that’s genius!!

But aaa wreck my hEART AGA IN JESUS, I’m so glad Jer’s so concerned for Michael even though there’s a chance he made it out~~~ And reading everything from the Squip’s POV was so interesting! Especially for this AU, seeing things from his perspective is so neat! I loved it <33333

AND HOLY SHIT I LOVE HOW YOU PUT IN SOME OF THE SONG LYRICS? When I read those I started to sing along and gosh. I am dECEA SE D


I am shook by how amazing this is, I think I need a minute to sit down and breathe omfg

TY for this amazing fic, I have been blessed by the gODS, my plants are thriving, my skin is clear, I have ASCENDED TO THE ASTRAL PLANE))

Crushes - Kol Mikaelson

Kol x reader

Rebekah x friend!reader

Warnings:  yelling, embarrassment, compulsion, a little angst

Word count: 2417

Authors note: ( y/f/n = your/friend’s/name ), this was supposed to be based off of  request but it took a different turn, i am proud of it though. This was only 13 pages on paper and it became 16 on the computer ( i added stuff ;) ). i choose Greece because i love the show “Xena warrior princess”. i was thinking about choosing Russia  because I’ve been watching “Arrow” and i love his Russian friend from the island he’s funny. (p.s send in requests please)

Summary: Rebekah wants to know who your crush is but you lie and say no one but then Kol walks in and you cant lie to him son you shut up , later Kol wants to know to when you dein him he has to take drastic measures that he ends up regretting.


Originally posted by sociopathic-winchester

Readers p.o.v

“No, Rebekah stop asking please.” I begged

 “Come on y/n, just admit to me who you like and I won’t have to ask. To think we have been friends for hundreds of centuries and you won’t tell me”.

 I plopped myself down on the couch and looked at her. “ I want to Rebekah but, problem is I don’t like anymore-”.

 “What did I miss” Kol said sitting down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Which maybe my cheeks turn red, I could feel it.

 Rebekah glared at Kol for interrupting me. “Y/n was just about to explain why-”

 “About to explain why I can’t stay for movie night” I cut her off.

 Kol looked at me shocked that I would miss a movie night with him and Bekah. While Bekah was looking at me skeptically, looking at my cheeks and kol and me.

 “And why not” she asked crossing her arms across her chest, giving me a smug look.

 “I-I” I looked at her and looking at her and I knew she figured it out. I hate the fact that she knows, because now she’s gonna want to talk to me about it.

 “You have to stay! You can’t miss out on this, we have been doing it since movies came out on film rolls!” Kol said

 I turned to Kol  I couldn’t lie to Kol. Even if I wanted to.

 I love him, not just did I like someone I loved someone and that was Kol Mikaelson. I have since Klaus un-daggered him A century after I met Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah.

 I turned my head to look at Kol and he looked between disappointed, sad, and shocked.

 “Please, darling” he said. While stroking my hair.

 “You know what, it’s nothing I can’t do tomorrow”

 Kol’s face lit up. His arm was starting to get a little warm around my shoulders, I had to get up or I would start to get extra comfortable.

 “Well then, now that that’s settled. Who’s gonna make popcorn-” Kol started to say but I cut him off, this was my chance.

 “I-I will. I mean, I should go make the popcorn, uh yeah.” I got up quickly and headed to the kitchen.


After the first movie I volunteered to make more popcorn and get more drinks, although as I got up Kol linked our hands and started to drag me out of the room.


 “I’m gonna help you, come on” he said cutting me off. I looked back at Bekah, she just shrugged clueless as me as to his behavior.

 As Kol dragged me into the kitchen and looked at me.

 “Ok look I know when you lie I can hear your undead heartbeat skip. You didn’t have anything to do instead of this, that was a lie. I want to know why you were so nervous before I walked in darling”

 I pulled my hand from his. I can’t tell him, if I tell him it will ruin everything. Plus how can he like or even love me the same way. I can’t let him know, then the last 800 years of friendship would be for nothing.

 “I don’t know what your talking about, come on let’s just make more popcorn “ I said turning around to get more popcorn out of the cabinet.

 “Sweetheart don’t make me have to compel it out of you” he said grabbing both my wrist, turning me around. “Please …  darling don’t make me.”

 “Kol nothing was said, even if something was said Kol it would be between me and Rebekah. I know this is hard for you to understand but not everything is your business.” I said trying to turn around.

 “Fine darling you give me no choice.” He grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes “what were you and my sister talking about before I walked in?”

 We were talking about crushes. She wanted to know who I liked” I said almost like  robot.

 “And what did you tell her?” He compelled me again. I have a feeling he’s gonna do that a lot in the next few minutes.

 “I told her that I didn’t like anyone”

 “Is that the truth?” He asked.

 “No” I swallowed hoping he won’t ask what I think he will.

 “Then tell me darling, who do you like so much that you were gonna skip out on movie night for? Hmm”

 “You. The person I like, love and have a crush on is you. I stopped talking so you wouldn’t ask. I can’t lie to you, that’s why I go around avoiding saying who I like.” As I finished my last statement I didn’t know how to feel angry that he actually compelled me, shocked about it to. But I was for certain embarrassed to hell and back. I can’t believe he did that, that he knows how much I like him, that he knows at all.

 “Y/n-” he started but I cut him off I pulled my wrist out of his grip. I jerked my chin out of his grip to.

 “I-I  have to go.” I said in a hurry to get out of the kitchen. I walked over into the room we set up the movies in. I grabbed my jacket, and started to put it on.

 “Where are you going, I thought you were gonna stay?” Bekah asked.

 “I have to go, I’m sorry Bekah” I said walking out of the room and Rebekah following me.

 “Y/n, you don’t have to go …” Kol said he looked sad when he saw I had I had put my jacket on.

 “I’ll see you guys later, I’m-m s-sorry” I stuttered, and with that I left.


Kol’s p.o.v

“Ok Kol what did you do to make her leave?!” Rebekah yelled.

 “I-I compelled her to tell me what you guys were talking about before I walked in. I … made her tell me who her crush was, who she liked.” I said still in shock.

 “Who, come on Kol tell me, who?!” Rebekah yelled excitedly.

 “Me. She likes me, has a crush on me.” We looked at each other I couldn’t believe it.

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I sat in my room holding my head in my hands. “She likes me. She has a crush on me. How could I not see it. How could I not for 800 years see it! I didn’t think that would be her answer, or that her and Rebekah were talking about that. I would have been disappointed if it wasn’t me, to be honest. I have had a crush on her since Klaus has un-daggered me, since the first time I met her. The only reason I was so shocked and just stood there after she said it was me because I didn’t think she would ever like me back. Let alone love me back. I thought ya know if she said someones elses name (besides mine) I could tease her about it and then kill the guy later. But the fact that she said my name shocked me so much that I was to shocked to stop her from leaving.  Now she’s gone.” I was brought out of my rant to myself, when Rebekah knocked on my my door entering.

 “Come on Kol, it can’t be that much of a shock. You two have always been super close and flirty, did you really think that there weren’t any real feelings behind it at all.” she said more as a statement then a question.

 “That’s the thing, to me it was never just just playful flirting … I have liked, no loved her since the moment we met. I just never said anything because of Klaus and he daggers. I couldn’t put her in that situation.” I told her.

 “Then go tell her how you feel. She ran out of here in pure embarrassment. You shouldn’t have compelled her!” she yelled the last part.

 “I know, I know  … it was wrong I just had to know. I hate that I compelled her I shouldn’t have done it” I said shaking my head and burying it in between my knees.

 Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder I looked up to my side at Rebekah.

 “Then go talk to her before it’s too late.” she said with sympathy.

 “Bekah-” I started.

 She cut me off “Try! … at least try” she said the last part softer.

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Readers p.o.v

I started to pack clothes into my duffel bag as soon as I got back. I spent almost an hour crying and walking around the square.

Y/F/N: Hey, I booked your flight.


Y/N: thxks for buying the ticket.


Y/F/N: Tell me again why you transferred money to my account to buy you a plane ticket?


Y/N: Because I need to get out of here for awhile and if I bought it then the Mikaelsons would be able to track where I went and that would defeat the purpose of being alone.


Y/F/N: Ok, I understand that. But why what happened exactly?


Y/N: Kol compelled me to tell him who I ike. He found out it was him and well you know he doesn’t like me that way so he just stood there, I left and now I need to get away for awhile.


Y/F/N: He could like you the same maybe he was just in shock. But I agree you need a little VK and he had no right to do what he did.


Y/N: thank you again for doing this.


Y/F/N: No problem

I put my phone in my pocket, grabbed my bag and turned off the lights with that I locked the door and left.

 As I got in the cab I said “Airport please” looking out the window at the night sky.

 I know some people would consider this running from my problems. But I’m not, I just need sometime to recover from being so embarrassed and possibly just lose one of the best friendships I’ve ever had. I just need to cool down from everything.

 So Greece  here I come …

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Kol’s p.o.v

Once I got to her place I noticed the lights were off in her place, and I didn’t hear anything so I went around to the side and jumped up to the balcony and wedged open the window. I walked into the kitchen then the living room, I noticed that her closer was left open and half her clothes were gone and some jewelry is gone to.

 Great she left to god knows where I’m too late.


“Did you talk to her?” Rebekah asked.

 “No, I didn’t. Because she wasn’t there, she’s gone I didn’t know where … but she’s gone”

 “All her stuff-”

 “No … not all of it” I said

 “Well she probably needs space. Just give her time and space she’ll come back” she said, then left to her room for the night.

 I nodded, god I missed up.

%%%%%( 2 weeks later )%%%%%

“She’s back you know” Rebekah said leaning against the door frame to my room.

 I looked up at her “I have to go talk to her” I said, as I grabbed my jacket and left.

 “ you better come back with her as your girlfriend!” Rebekah yelled as I headed out of the compound.


Readers p.o.v

I was unpacking from my 2 weeks in Greece. It was nice getting away for awhile. I suddenly heard a knock on my door. When I opened it I was shocked to see Kol.I mean I knew he would come over but I didn’t think this soon.

 “Ummm, hi” I said shyly.

 “Hi … can I come in, I know that’s asking a lot but I want to explain everything” he said in one breath.

 I nodded, and opened the door more and moved to the side.

 “Sooo  … where’d you go?” he asked

 “Greece. I needed space for a bit.” I answered.

 “You always liked it there. I checked your bank account it didn’t say anything about a plane ticket being bought.”

 “ yeah i had y/f/n but it so you couldn’t track me. I have known you for a very long time Kol, I know how you think.” I said with a smirk.

 He smiled “ yeah you do … better than anyone.”

 After some time awkward silence you decided to break it “ you said you wanted to explain” I stated.

 “Ah yes, look I imagine that you left to take some time because of what you said and what I did. The reason I didn’t stop you from leaving the kitchen is because I was shocked, darling-”

 “I could tell” you interrupted

 “I was shocked you could like me, love me like I love you.” he rushed out.

 I looked at him shocked. He has liked even loved me back!.

 “You love me back? Why did you not say anything to stop me from leaving the compound?!” I wanted to yell at him louder but I do have neighbors.

 “I was scared darling. Happy I was scared” he said

 “I love you Kol.” I said walking up to him and cupping his cheeks “and that, is never going to change.”

 “I’m all in darling. All in, be mine let’s spend the rest of eternity  together” he said smiling.

 “Absobloodylutely” I said smirking.

 “Good cause  I have wanted you to be mine since we met … and Bekah told me not to come back unless I make you my girlfriend.” we both laughed.

 After that me and Kol never kept anything from each other again and Rebekah was happy to say the least when we came back to the compound together.

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A/n: [Y/n] is Stark’s kid and an avenger, reader is gender neutral, and there’s a time skip. I think that’s it?

Originally posted by waywarddaughter

“Everyone, relax!”

Your voice carried around the ferry and you pressed a button on the side of your mask, the face of it sliding up. “You’re all alright,” you went on. “My name is-”

“You’re the White Falcon!” a voice exclaimed from somewhere in the crowd.

“Well, yes,” you said, a small smile forming on your lips. “Authorities are on there way. I must ask everyone to form a calm line to the left of the ferry. If you are injured, please stay where you are, I will assist you as soon as possible.”

Your father had been in the car with you during his terse phone call with Peter Parker, the boy you fought alongside with just two months before. He suspected something was wrong and it turns out, he was right. For once.

You both armored up and flew towards Peter’s location, having traced the phone call quickly as possible in the car ride back to the city to finish packing up your old bedroom.

Not a soul is unfamiliar with you. You are the dazzling [Y/n] [M/n] Stark, adopted child of Tony Stark, heir to his Avenger throne and company, and rising Avenger warrior. Teenagers all around have huge crushes on you, and everyone is impressed by you.

Tony Stark created the original blueprints for your suit after the battle with Loki left you stranded and alone in a crashing helicarrier. He decided then and there that he did not want you left unable to take care of yourself and trained you well.

You loved it then and you love it now. Being an Avenger-being a positive icon and a protecting symbole, it would never fail to make you happy.

So your dad decided to let you handle the ferry clean up.

“Firefly, get me police-me protocol,” you say to the A.I in your suit.

Her voice fills your ear pieces and you reposition your mask. Words are on your screen with clear instructions on what to do and what to say.

This is one of your first solo outings and you’re eager to prove yourself worthy.


You turn at the mention of your name and see Peter-or rather Spider-Man-rushing to your side. He’s breathing heavy and you could swear that his hands are shaking. “Do you need any help?”

You hesitate. Your father is pissed at Peter. You’re not really sure if you should let him help, but looking around at the civilians, crying and shaking and holding one another, you realize he should do something. “Gather the injured. Get them to one side of the boat. They’re going to need to get to a hospital asap. Firefly, get injury protocol to…the Spider-Man suit.”

“Karen. Her name is Karen,” Peter informed you.

Your white armor snaps tightly shut. You hold out a hand and Peter takes it, looking at you with a curiosity titled head.

Your A.I. took transfer data between suits, linking them together for easy contact.

“Get going. Hurry.”

That moment on the ferry had been the last you’d seen of Peter for a while. Anytime you asked your dad about him he got impatiently upset; not necessarily angry, though.

When you finally had enough of waiting around for answers, you went out in search of Peter.

Finding him had been easy enough seeing as he sticks to his area.

You knocked at his apartment one afternoon and his aunt opened the door. Her hair was longer than last time you spoke with her.

She greeted you with shock and was a very courteous host. “Peter’s in his room,” she told you.

Awkwardly shuffling to his door while avoiding May’s attempts to make you feel at home was like a mission itself. But it felt completed when Peter opened the door. He looked really surprised at first and allowed you in.

“Why, uh, why are you here? Not to be rude or anything.”

You stood in the middle of his room, looking really out of place. “I wanted to talk to you. Without my dad being my filter.”

Peter’s face fell at that. “So Mr. Stark didn’t send you.”

You shook your head apologetically. “No…he didn’t. I’m sorry.”

He leaned against his door, resting his head there too.

“Don’t be. It’s my fault anyways.”

“It’s not a matter of fault,” you assured him. “It’s just…” Just what?

Those unspoken words were being screamed by Peter’s sad face.

“We only spent the night together for three days or so,” you say slow. “You didn’t really get to know me all that well what with the fighting and the traveling and the…well, everything about that trip.”

Peter softly laughs, tugging at the hem of his sleeve. “Here, sit down,” he gently touched your shoulder and led you towards his bed. You two sat beside one another, shoulders touching.

“Tell me about yourself, then,” he said at once.

You chewed on your bottom lip for a few seconds, gazing nowhere in particular. “Peter, my worst memory is with that team. I was eleven at the time. My dad told me we were going on a trip and we drove all the out to get on this big helicarrier. I loved it. I met agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, played computer games, met badass people. It was by far the best. One day my dad and the badass people told me they were fighting a bad guy. A terrible guy. I paid not much attention to this. I was a stupid, naïve child. That ‘terrible guy’ grabbed me, used me to bait dad.”

You finally look at Peter whose pretty dark eyes are wide with terror. “Loki kidnapped you?”

“You’re fast. I never said who it was,” you tease, knocking your knee on his. “But yeah. He snatched me out of bed and tied me up on this roof. Dad saved me of course. Beat the shit out of Loki first. And he held me close and told me that I wouldn’t ever be in danger again. He designed a suit for me, then. And of course built it a couple years later. But that fear…that terrifying feeling of wondering whether you’ll live or die-it’s life changing. Once you feel it, you won’t forget it.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. 

You look at him intently and say, “Because I want you to understand that maybe it’s not so bad steering clear of the Avengers.”

Peter looked absolutely shocked. “Do you wish you had?” He sounded worried.

“Are you scared for me?” you tease again. He blushes and looks away. 

“No,” you answer his question. “No, I-They’re all I have. That team is my life. Literally. I have sculpted my life’s plan around them and at such a young age, too. But you have so much. Your aunt. Real friends, a real school. My only friends are a Russian spy and a 100 year old American flag. I’m homeschooled. And yes, I love it, but you might not. Peter. You have so much. You have-”

“Homecoming,” he blurts out.


“I have Homecoming. Next week. Do you want to go with, uhm…with me?”

You stare at him as you think. “What’s a ‘'homecoming,’” you ask blankly. He laughs nervously. “It’s a school dance.”

“Oh. Oh. I’ve seen movies so I am familiar with those.”

“So, ah, do you want to go? With me?”

You realize exactly what he’s asking you. Your heart beats a bit faster and you say ‘Oh’ a few more times. “Peter, I…I don’t think that’s a good idea,”  you finally muster out.

He nods, ruffling the back of his curly hair. “No, yeah, yeah, of course.”

“I do like you,” you quickly say, touching his shoulder. “It’s just-there’s moving day and my dad wouldn’t want me to-”

“To get my hopes up.”

You could nearly taste the bitterness in his words. Peter’s eyes softened out like thawing ice and he looked away from you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even said anything,” he mumbles.

“I’m really flattered. And if it helps, I think you’re pretty cute,” you say with a twitching smile.

Peter laughs, red blooming on the tops of his cheekbones. “I think you’re pretty cute, too.”

Moving day came in the blink of an eye. You thought over and over about Peter and his invitation to homecoming. Maybe you should have accepted it.

The dark debate left you torn and you decided to just let the situation alone. After all, you have other things to worry about.

As you taped boxes shut you daydreamed about what a real school dance would be like. People your age, swaying back and forth in the blinking lights to the beat of the music. The thought made you smile. You picture yourself in a pretty outfit and Peter wearing a matching tie, arms linked together.

But of course that image quickly disintergrates.

It’s a life that you can’t have-a life you shouldn’t have.

You’re an Avenger.

A warrior, a fighter.

You’re happy with that.

“Done with these boxes?” someone asks you. 

You stretch your arms up over your head. “Yes, Happy, I am.”

Happy checked something off on his clipboard. “Come on, I’ll send someone up to get your boxes. You gotta help me carry some other stuff onto the jet.”

You smirk while you follow him out of your old bedroom, a witty remark about him being an old man slipping from the corners of your mouth.

“Hold that thought,” Happy said, raising a finger. You frown at your comment going unnoticed while he answers a call he’s receiving through his tablet.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” he said a moment later, ending the call and putting his tablet away.

“Who was that?” you ask, trying to peer over his shoulder into the device. “No one important,” he batted you away. “Let’s wrap this up!”

After moving some heavy equipment into the jet, you and Happy wave the jet away. “I still think you should call them back and let me be the pilot!” you say over the rushing wind.

“Not a chance, kid, not a chance.”

You pout at him, smoothing your hair back down. “Fine, fine, fine.”

“Your dad wanted me to give you these,” Happy followed up, digging into his pockets and tossing you a clinking set of keys. You cup them in your hands. “He’s given you permission to drive up to the base.”

Your wide eyes glitter. “Seriously?! Like, by myself and shit?!”

Happy eyes you, silently chastising your choice of words, but says, “Yes. Don’t crash, it’ll be my head he has.”

“Thank you so much!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around your uncle (for all intents and purposes).

The car is sleek and silver and programmed with Firefly.

“Hello, [Y/n],” she greets as you start the engine. “Your tank is filled and your suit is packed in the trunk. Where are we going tonight?”

“Home,” you reply in a pleased voice. “Let’s hit up a Sonic first, I’m in the mood for an ice cream.”

The speakers pound your favorite songs, the beat vibrating all throughout your bones. The thought ‘This is way better than a homecoming’ crosses your mind as the road widens to a highway.

Your song is cut of midverse with a phone call. You roll your eyes.

“Incoming call from your dad, [Y/n],” Firefly tells you.

“I guess we gotta talk to him,” you sigh, pouting that your singing skills were rudely cut short. “What’s up, dad?”

“[Y/n]! [Y/n], where are you?” He sounds worried-the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. “Dad what’s wrong? I’m on the highway, driving to the base. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Thank God, she’s okay.” You assume he’s with Happy and your mom, assuring them that you’re safe. “The jet was hijacked.”

“What?! Where?!” you exclaim, your hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Keep driving to the base, stay with Vision. I’ll call you in an hour. Be safe!”

“Dad! Dad, don’t just hang up, tell me what’s going o-”

“He’s disconnected,” Firefly apologetically informs you. “I’ll search databases for more information,” she adds in a hurry. “You know me well,” you sigh, urging yourself to relax the tense muscles.

The rest of the car ride was spent taking phone calls from your parents, from Clint-who had heard about the fiasco on the news-, and gathering up information with Firefly.

Apparently some nut case called Adrian Toomes decided it’d be a good idea to try and steal the armors and weapons which your dad was having transported. But Spider-Man stopped him.

You tried to call Peter over and over but it went directly to voicemail each time. This worried you.

When you arrived at the base, you ran in to find Vision. “Has my dad called yet?”

“No, [Y/n],” he replied apologetically. “But I ordered you a ‘pizza.’ You prefer the Hawaiian, yes?”

“Yes,” you answered without really paying his question any mind. “Thanks. I’m going to call my dad. I’ll be in the kitchen in a bit.”

Your dad declined your call and responded instead with a text:

Tin-Dad-Pete is OK (10:23 pm)

Tin-Dad-Banged up a bit, but OK (10:24 pm)

Tin-Dad-Stay with Vis, your mom will be down thr in an hr (10:24 pm)

Tin-Dad-Im glad your safe (10:24 pm)

Me-I’m glad you’re safe too, dad (sent 10:25 pm)

Me-Love you (sent 10:25 pm)

Me-Vis and I are eating a pizza. CALL ME IN THE MORNING (sent 10:25 pm)


Tin-Dad-🤗🤗 (10:26 pm)

Me-Is that a yes? (sent 10:26 pm)

Tin-Dad-💯💯 (10:26 pm)

Me-I don’t think you know how to use emojis (sent 10: 27 pm)

Tin-Dad✔Read at 10:27 pm (10:27 pm)

Me-I don’t need this slander (sent 10:28 pm)

Me-Goodnight father. (sent 10:28 pm)

A few days later

The camera shuttering and flashes fazed you a tad. 

“Miss Stark, is there anything you can tell as about the Winter Solider?” a reporter calls from the thick crowd. You don’t see him in the congregation and everything falls silent, even the cameras, as your answer is awaited. 

“James Barnes is not a threat,” you reply calmly. You hope your nervousness isn’t relayed. “Are there any questions about today’s conference?” 

The noise rises back up. Flashes and shutters; scribbling on notepads, questions being shouted out at random. 

Your mom, Pepper, walks up towards the podium and whispers into your ear, “Your dad wants you. He’s just outside, I’ll take care of this.”

You nod and wave a hand out to the reporters. Your mom takes the stand as you walk yourself out, reminding yourself not to look out to the crowd out of fear of blacking out. 

You take a deep breath when you exit the conference room. You’ve done press conferences and interviews before, even of higher caliber, but always at the side of someone like Natasha or your dad. 

You’d been given the reins for today, however, since it’s the announcement of Spider-Man arriving to the Avengers and becoming your official right hand man. The past few days were spent practicing like crazy for any questions that may arise, and when you weren’t practicing that, you were texting Peter and talking about the hijacking on the jet. 

He really saved your ass with that one. And your dad’s ass. And everyone else’s. 

“There’s the second star of the day,” your dad dramatically says once he sees you. You push the door shut and roll your eyes. “Hi, Peter,” you wave. He is beaming, looking about as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning, and waves back. 

You engulf him in a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he chuckles. 

“You’re kidding, right? That shit you pulled was fucking insa-”

“Ah, language,” Happy interjects from the nearby corner. 

“Er, flippin insane! You-You saved so many lives! And you saved our armor, and who knows what would have happened if that Toomes dude had gotten his hands on any weapons there and-”

Your dad claps his hands to interrupt. “That’s enough flirting for now. Why don’t we let Peter try on the suit, huh?”

“The suit?” you and Peter ask at once. 

Tony clicks some buttons and the wall that is usually used for trophies or awards slides open. 

“Oh!” you exclaim happily. “That suit.”

“Well duh, this suit,” Tony says with a goofy smile. “So let’s get it on, eh?” he says to Peter, adjusting his blazer and glasses. “There’s some reporters back there, real ones, not bloggers,” he adds, a thumb gesturing towards the conference room. “When you’re all set we’ll get White Falcon in there and she can introduce the world to her new partner-in-crime-fighting-slash-Avenger, the Spider-Man.”

Peter is smiling, but it’s a smile of disbelief, as though he can’t even process what he’s seeing. “This is…wow.”

“Right?” you ask, stretching your arms over your head. “So after the press conference Happy will show you to your room. Where is he between, he’s next to Vision?”

You choke back a small laugh. “Vis isn’t a huge fan of doors.”

“Or walls,” your dad points out. “It’s fun. And you’ll fit right in, Peter.”

Peter finally turned away from the suit case, trying to muster up some words. He finally says, “Thank you, Mr. Stark. But I-I’m good.”

Your dad blinks. Then he looks at Happy, who shrugs. Then he looks at you. 

You also shrug. 

“Y-You’re good? Good-how are you good?” Tony asks. You feel amused at his disbelief. “Well I-I’d rather just stay close to the ground,” Peter explains. “You know, be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man? Someone’s got to look after the little guy, right?” This time, Peter shrugged. 

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine Peter turning down a spot on the team. Each time you’d seen him, he was desperate for your father’s approval, eager to prove himself, and now…well. 

“Are you turning me down?” your dad asks, pulling his glasses off. “Think about this, alright? Look at that.”

Peter looks at the suit and a split second later Tony says “Look at me. Last chance yes or no.”


There’s not a second of silence as Tony asks Happy to kindly drive Peter back home. 

“Uhm, can I walk him back to the car?” you ask, raising a hand like a shy kid in class. “I sort of need to talk to him.”

Tony continues to look shocked at each statement. “Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter repeats. You drag him away. 

“That was-”

“Surreal,” Peter scoffs, rubbing his face. “Did that just happen?”

“Yes,” you reply. “Yes, it absolutely did. What changed?” 

Peter looked down at you and shrugged a bit more awkwardly than before. “I dunno,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Little guy, you know? Besides. I had some life changing moments. I’m not so sure I’m ready for the other one.”

You chuckle and tuck hair behind your ear. You look at him and finally say what you’ve wanted to say ever since you turned him down last week. 

“Do you want to hang out with me sometime? There’s this little schwarma place in Manhattan we could go to.”

“What’s schwarma?” Peter asked. 


“Oh. Yeah, I’m pretty familiar with food,” he said blankly. A moment later a teasing smile captures his soft lips. You lightly punch his shoulder. “Meanie. So it’s a date?”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks hurt from how widely he’s smiling but he hardly cared. “Yeah. It’s a date.”


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Hi, omg, who gave you the permission to play my heart like this!! This prompt is super gold and I just – I am super conflicted?? Thank you so much for sending this in and I really hope I did this prompt justice! It was super fun to write and this fandom clash is killing me!!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had fun trying to string words together for this!!! Here you go, 1.7k of I’m not sure what just happened.

Damian groans, pushing himself off of the gravel. He frowns as he tries to remember what had happened. “Tt.” His mind is a little bit fuzzy but Damian remembers enough – he had been on a solo mission earlier, fought with someone that might have been too much for him to handle alone and there had been a bright light and the next thing Damian knows, he is here. He lets out a groan; his body feels like it has been thrown a couple of times – he probably had, he can’t quite remember. “What time is it?” He murmurs to himself and takes out his watch – the frown on his face deepens when he notices that the watch you have given him during your anniversary broken.

“Y/N…” Damian stands up, grunting when he feels pain in every single places he never thought had existed prior to the pain. Damian doesn’t know how long he has been out so he hurriedly heads back towards the manor. Once he reaches, nothing seems out of the ordinary – even though at the back of his mind, something is telling him that there is something different. “Pennyworth.” Damian nods his head at the old man.

Pennyworth nods his head back in greeting. “Would you like some tea served, Master Damian?” He asks and Damian shakes his head before heading towards the stairs, side-stepping Titus who is sleeping on the first step of the stairs.

“I need to check on Y/N.” Damian calls out as he takes two steps up the stairs. There is this urgency in him that he cannot quite explain and Damian has known from the very beginning to always trust his instincts and right now, his instinct is telling him something is wrong. Damian didn’t wait for Pennyworth’s reply – if he had, he would have realized that something is really amiss.


When Damian reaches his bedroom, he notices that your side of the bed is neatly tucked in and he frowns – you rarely ever tuck in your side of the bed. You loved to tell him, “what’s the point, I’m just going to roll on the bed after this again” and ever since that day, you have never tucked in your side of the bed. He frowns. “Y/N?” He calls out, his voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes scour the entire room and the panic sets in when he finally takes notice of the room: there is barely any of your presence in the room. No jewelries hanging on the vanity mirror – in fact, the vanity mirror is really empty except for his hair products and a few cuff links he has yet to put away. With shaky steps, Damian heads over to the closet he shares with you and he opens it.

Damian blanches when there is no sight of your clothes at all. This cannot be happening. “Something is wrong.” Damian knows he has been out for quite some time but he also knows that is not reason enough for you to pack up your entire things and leave him. Though Damian doubts you would actually leave him – he had only just proposed to you the night before! And Damian has got to admit that initially, he never thought you and him would work well together but after five years of being together, Damian knows that you are the right one for him.

With hurried steps, Damian rushes back downstairs, passing by Alfred who at that time is feeding Alfred the Cat and Titus. “Master Damian?” He calls out after the disappearing figure of Damian. “Master Damian is acting quite strange.” He murmurs to himself as he goes back to feeding Damian’s beloved animals.

Damian was always told to never use the bat-computer for anything too personal but this is something he needs to do and once he reaches the bat-cave, he all but runs to the computer, typing in your name in the ‘search box’. To his surprise, you are nowhere in Gotham but currently in New York – specifically in Queens.

“What are you doing all the way over there, Y/N?” Damian asks himself. To his understanding, you have never been to New York – having lived your entire life in Gotham – and he also knows you don’t have any families living in New York, otherwise you would have told him. Damian did entertain the thought that you might have been keeping secrets from him very briefly but he knows you always tell him when it comes to family matters; you are such a family-person that Damian knows almost all of your family members from your Great Aunt to your Grandparents and even your latest niece!

Damian picks up the telephone. After a few rings, he speaks. “Pennyworth, I will be heading to New York – there is something I have to figure out.” He mutters as he readies the jet. There is a possibility that the light might have done something to him and the people around him and Damian wants to get to the bottom of this.

Upon reaching Queens, the first thing Damian did is checking himself in to a hotel and drop all of the equipment he had brought along with him. He sets up his computer before looking you up once more – the bleep on the map indicates that you are only a few streets away from him and Damian frowns when he realizes that the place you are currently at seems to be a housing area. So he packs up the essentials – his weapons – because he doesn’t really know what’s going on and what to expect and Damian really hates not being prepared for anything and heads over to the address that has been seared in his mind.

The first thing Damian notices that it is not a housing area but instead an apartment. According to the address, you currently stay in this building, at the 7th floor and not wanting to bring attention to himself, Damian simply climbs up to the rooftop and waits patiently for any signs of you. The first sign of you only came in the form of a loud laugh and Damian frowns as he leans over to look to the ground; you are currently talking with another boy, who looks to be around about your age too and the way you are laughing familiarly with him sends a pang right through Damian’s heart because that’s exactly how you laugh when you are with him too.

That’s probably the first clue Damian has gotten.

The second clue left his heart cracking in to pieces. You lean over to the boy, pressing a kiss to his lips causing the latter to grin in to the smile, laughing as he wraps one of his arms around you. From where he is currently perched, Damian cannot see much of the boy’s expression but he figures the boy probably has the same expression he does whenever you do something like that and then suddenly the two of you disappear, causing Damian to reel back in surprise. “Tt.”

He jumps back from the ledge just as someone shoots a web at him and he does a summersault. When Damian lands he notices that you are standing not far from where he is, hands glowing white – to his surprise! – and the boy is pointing something towards him.

“Who are you?” You ask him and Damian never once thought he could hurt with words. “Why are you here and why were you spying on us?” You take a step forward but abruptly stop when the man doesn’t do anything but stare at you. So much so you get uncomfortable and will your power away. Peter moves to step in front of you, covering you slightly.

“Hey, buddy, eyes off my girlfriend.” Peter calls out, keeping his web-slinger aimed towards you. Peter has been warned by Karen that there had been someone snooping around for Y/N and Peter definitely did not want a repeat of last year’s incident where Vulture had gotten the best of him and had taken you as a hostage (before your powers awaken!).

“Tt.” The man scoffs as he crosses his arms. “I have no idea your taste is this low, Y/N.”

You startle when you hear your name falling from the man’s lips and Peter glances at you. Using his free hand, he reaches for your own hand and you curl your fingers around his wrist.

“How do you know Y/N’s name?” Peter calls out once more turning to glare at the man.

“Tt,” He takes a step back and Peter frowns. “I know more than you can imagine, boy.” He says spitefully and you tug on Peter’s arm.

Peter turns to look at you. “Do you know him, Y/N?” You shake your head and turn to look at the guy.

“Who are you?” You repeat once more.

Damian cocks his head to the side. “I am your fiancé.” He mutters but it is loud enough for everyone to hear and the sharp intake of breath from both Peter and you cause some sort of satisfaction to build inside him. “From another universe so don’t worry, boy, even though Y/N is the same Y/N I know – in actuality, this Y/N belongs to you and I am trapped in a dimension where I don’t belong.”

You share a look with Peter. Peter glances at the man from the corner of his eyes before he holds your arm gently. “Are you alright?” He whispers, even though he is quite worried about turning his back against the unknown man, right now his top priority is you. You gulp and nod your head slowly.

“I don’t know him, Peter; today is the first time I have ever seen him.” You try to explain and Peter gives you a smile, shaking his head, instantly shutting you up. He leans forward to press a kiss on your forehead – ignoring the ‘Tt’ that left the man’s mouth – and pulls back to cup your cheeks with both of his hands.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, we’ll figure something out.” Peter tells you and you nod your head, thankful to have a boyfriend like him. Peter taps his in-comm. “Karen, can you patch me through to Mr. Stark?” Peter asks before turning to look at the man who is now casually sitting by the ledge. “I think we have a situation that requires his assistance.”

Hey, Peter!

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

A/N: This was based on an idea that @thekillingquill gave me but I think it’s fair to say that i got carried away with it. I don’t mind though, I had fun writing it even if it took me a million years. Also, I’ve only seen the movie once so excuse any minor mistakes.

Part 2

Summary: Of course someone was bound to find the web fluid, after all, a drawer in a chemistry desk wasn’t exactly a world class hiding place.

Word Count: 4,308

Warnings: There’s at least a single swear.

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Svt. at Halloween! All Units Reaction: “To You Having a Severe Phobia!”

Anon: Ooh can you do a SVT reaction when their S/O has a phobia of the ocean?

Anon: Can I request a Seventeen reaction to their S/O who has a phobia in blinking doll like me…. (;´д`)ゞ

Hey guys!! I made this a Halloween post just cause it was cool - I have mixed other phobias into it as well so there’ll be quite a mixture! Anyway here you go! I’ll link the LIST HERE and requests are still open! <3 

*And as always! This is just a reaction, it is in no way real, not made to offend anyone and should not be taken as being in any way serious! gifs are mine!!*


“Hey, you need to see this!” Coups gasped, eyes wide as he hurried over to you with the laptop. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. “The ocean covers 70% of the earth Y/N and we’ve only explored like…”

“No, no, no!” you shouted shaking your head at him and closing the lid of the laptop just so you wouldn’t see the video. “Coups, don’t tell me anything about the ocean…please I beg you.” 

Your voice cracked as you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. Coups didn’t know what to do, as he watched you hug your knees to your chest. “Hey, did I say something…I’m so sorry Y/N…” 

Seungcheol instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulders feeling you shake ever so slightly. It hurt him to see you affected by something he had done. 

“It’s just…I’m petrified of the sea. I can’t even look at it…I…I’d rather just…” you stammered but he simply hugged you a little bit tighter not needing you to explain. He understood fully. 

“It’s okay Y/N, everyone’s scared of something! I’m sorry for not realising sooner,” he said quickly planting a small kiss on your forehead. 

Seungcheol could feel you relaxing against him just at his words. And, to be honest, he felt a whole lot more confident because of it. “Now, come here,” he teased, tackling you out of your shell. In that moment the pair of you collapsed off the bed with a thud.  

“What the hell are you two doing!?” Seokmin bellowed from somewhere inside the dorm. 


Jeonghan had been completely oblivious of your phobia of dogs. That was right up until he had decided to take you on a late night stroll. Your hand had been entwined in his as you two wandered so he instantly felt the jolt when you froze in place.

“Y/N? You okay?” he asked quickly, stepping closer. 

As the dog walkers drew nearer he could see you wrap an arm around yourself and try to step out of the way. Your head had dropped to the ground, your eyes searching everywhere but in the direction of the animal. He caught the slightly tremble to your shoulders straight away.  

It was then Jeonghan clued in to your phobia. He didn’t even need you to elaborate. Instead he jumped in front of you, tickling your waist quickly and making cute faces at you as a distract from your thumping heart.

“Y/N, look what I can do,” he laughed stumbling ever so slightly as he pulled another cute face at you. He had quickly managed to distract you, so much so you didn’t even acknowledge the dogs as they trotted passed you.

“Thank you,” you whispered to Jeonghan as the two of you continued to walk.

He smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and hugging you closer. “Don’t worry about it Y/N.”  


“Get that out of here!” Woozi cried instantly as he saw Vernon and Seungkwan pull out a blinking doll. The dainty doll even creeped him out, but he knew when it came to you it would be an entirely different situation.

“Hyung, what?” Vernon groaned shaking his head as he continued to laugh about how weird the doll was. 

Woozi came from nowhere, quickly moving Vernon from the chair. “Get it out of here, Y/N has a major phobia of them. If they see it…” He heard the knock on the door and knew it was you. 

He had found out about his best friends phobia whilst you were watching a video online. The doll came from nowhere and you broke down into tears. 

“Y/N what? What do I do?” Jihoon had asked, a slight tremble to his own hands as he panicked. “Are you hurt?’

You shook your head. “No, no…it’s not you Jihoon I promise! I just am petrified of those dolls…they just…”

He suddenly laughed. Not because of your fear but because of how scared you had made him. “Shit Y/N, I thought I’d like scarred you or something!” 

“Get it out of here! Now!” Woozi warned hurrying to the door. He smiled widely at you as you stumbled through the front door, hair messy, but food for the entire dorms in your arms. He quickly grabbed some of the boxes. “Why did you buy so much?!”

“Well you guys eat so much…and, shit this is heavy…” You dropped the stuff on the counter not catching Woozi as he snatched the doll from Vernon’s hand, hit him with it, and then threw it out the window.


Hoshi had invited you round the dorm to watch a movie with him and the boys, like always on a Saturday night. You were sitting on the floor together, eating a bowl of popcorn, when Wonwoo had subtly pointed out you were crying to Hoshi. 

At first Soonyoung had thought it was something else. But you were shaking uncontrollably in his arms, your eyes squeezed shut, but the tears seeped through. “Come on,” he whispered in your ear lifting you off the ground. 

He would have carried you away if he didn’t think it would cause a scene. Instead Soonyoung walked you to the bathroom and sat you down. “What’s wrong Y/N?” he asked quietly wiping the tears from your cheeks. However he was concerned with how much you were shaking.

“I’m…there…” you stammered in an attempt to tell him. But, it all clicked. Hoshi remembered your panic attack at the zoo once. 

“Snakes,” he whispered shaking his head. “I’m sorry jagi, I should have warned you. I completely forgot…” 

You let out a small nervous laugh, finally opening your eyes as the shaking stopped. “It’s okay. I can’t expect you to remember everything…”

“I’m your boyfriend jagi. I should remember stuff like this.” He smiled widely at you leaning forward and kissing you. “Look, if you want we can skip the movie and go for a walk or something?”

You shook your head quickly. “No! Apart from the…yeah…” He laughed at how you couldn’t even say the words. “Anyway…I want to find out who did it Soonyoung!” 


“Hey Y/N look at me,” Joshua said quickly, a smile on his lips as he spun you around on your heels. You laughed loudly, gripping his shoulders in surprise. 

Joshua had taken you to see the local carnival only thing was he didn’t realise there would be clowns. He was your best friend. He’d known about this phobia of yours since you were kids. Although, he’d never known why, and he never asked.

“What’s wrong Jisoo?” you asked about to turn back to look at the carnival when he grabbed your chin. “Hey, whatcha…”  

“I thought you had like ice-cream on your face…” He kept peering over your shoulder watching as the clowns neared. “Wait, wait no…there is…” He smeared his finger gently over your cheek, watching as you shook your head about to turn around. 

“NO!” he cried, and cupped your face in his palms and planted his lips on yours. He didn’t know what else to do. But as his lips touched yours, he could feel how much he had wanted to do. 

You smirked against Joshua’s lips, pulling yourself ever so slightly against him. “What did you do that for?” you whispered, pecking his cheek as you pulled away. 

“Um…there was…” Joshua laughed suddenly before grabbing your hand. “Maybe we should just watch the rest of the carnival, Y/N.” He glanced behind you, to where the clowns had disappeared. 


Jun didn’t know what to do when he heard you scream from somewhere inside the apartment. He instantly hurried in the direction of your scream dropping the cutlery he had in hands with a clatter. 

“Y/N!” he cried only to find you cowering on the floor. Your whole body was shaking uncontrollably but your face was frozen. Your eyes wide, filling with tears that didn’t fall as you stared at the same place. Not even acknowledging that he was there.

“Y/N,” Jun repeated calmly remembering the last time this had happened. “It’s okay,” he said peeling your hands from around your knees and holding them still. In his brain he kept going over what you had told him. 

You shook against him, trying to tear your hands away as you said quickly, “It’s in there Jun…it’s in there!” 

Jun knew your phobia of spiders was overwhelming, so it wasn’t a surprise when that monster of a spider in the bath had sent you into shock. He took your hands in his forcing you to look at him. He smiled widely at you. Jun knew if he said anything it wouldn’t make you feel any better, so instead he lifted you off the floor. 

“You’re going to be okay Y/N,” Jun said planting a kiss against your cheek and helping you into a chair. And, while Minghao preoccupied you in the kitchen Jun disappeared to try and capture that spider. Only problem was, it wasn’t there when he got inside. 

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Castiel, An Angel of the Lord

A/n- The next part of Long Lost Sister. Wow, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone that reads and supports this series. When I wrote the first chapter I didn’t even know if was getting a second part, so to be here, 17 parts in, it feels really good!! 

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly at first. The series follows the brothers as they struggle to connect with their new sister and the trials of being a Winchester.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Y/n clicked through another online newspaper, searching for anything that might potentially be a case. Sam was next to her doing the same while Dean sorted through old Men of Letters boxes. It’d been almost a week since Y/n gave Sam the ultimatum and he’d yet to do anything about it. She decided to give him till the end of the weekend before she took matters into her own hands.

“What the hell is this?” Dean complained, lifting a smaller box out. “Spear of Destiny? What is that, God’s toothpick? You know, would it have killed these asshats to label these boxes in something other than hieroglyphics? It’s ridiculous. Hey, you guys listening to me?”

“Yeah, fascinating,” Y/n waved her hand absentmindedly.

Dean examined a Fabergé egg and Sam cleared his throat, “You should probably, uh, write it all down,” Sam paused again to clear his throat and he tried to ignore the look Y/n gave him, “in your journal for the archives you know?”

“Yeah, thanks. You’re a lot of help,” Dean rolled his eyes. Sam continued to cough, and Dean turned. “Hey, Doc Holliday, you alright over there?”

“Uh, yeah,” Sam gave a final cough into a napkin and Y/n caught the look on his face from the corner of her eye. He looked at the napkin for a minute before throwing it out. Y/n sighed under her breath, he was probably coughing up blood again. “I’m fine, just the wrong pipe.”

“Hey, check this out.” Dean walked toward his siblings, holding up an old magazine he found.

“Dude, what is wrong with you?” Sam asked his older brother.

“What’s wrong with me? You kidding me? This is first edition, dude. You know what this would go for on eBay?”

Y/n screwed up her face in disgust, “No. Do you?”

“No,” Dean paused. “Maybe, shut up! You find anything?”

Dean sat at the table, kicking his legs up and opening the magazine.

“I did, yeah, dead bodies showing up all over the Midwest last week. Benton, Indiana; Downers Grove, Illinois; uh, Novi, Michigan; and then again last night in Lincoln Springs, Missouri.”

“What makes it sound like it’s for us?” Y/n asked, confused.

“Because each of the victims had severe burns around their eyes, hands, and feet, puncture wounds through the backs of their hands, eyes and internal organs liquefied.”

“Okay, yeah, so definitely us,” Y/n agreed, looking up from her computer.

“Yeah. Also, no link between any of the victims. Uh, one was a real-estate agent. Another was a local historian. Woman killed last night was a teacher.”

“So, chupacabra,” Dean joked, making his siblings laugh. “What do we got? Power tools gone rogue? Wait, are we talking a Maximum Overdrive situation here?”

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In which I have transcribed all 18 memories from Breath of the Wild

Memory 1: Subdued Ceremony

Zelda: Hero of Hyrule, chosen by the sword that seals the darkness… you have shown unflinching bravery and skill in the face of darkness and adversity. And have proven yourself worthy by the blessings of the Goddess Hylia. Whether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight. The sacred blade is forever bound to the soul of the Hero. We pray for your protection… and we hope that—that the two of you will grow stronger together as one. (Hand down, breath, hand up). Forged in the long distant past…
Daruk:Gee, this is uplifting. She’s making it sound as if we already lost.
Revali: Wasn’t this your idea? You’re the one who wanted to designate the appointed knight with all the ceremonial pomp, grandeur, and nonsense we could muster…. And if you ask me, the whole thing does seem to be overkill. I think I’m on the same page as the Princess regarding this… this boy.
Urbosa: Oh give it a rest. That boy is a living reminder of her own failures. Well, at least that’s how the princess sees him.

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It’s wrong Pt.2

Archie Andrews x Geraldine Grundy, Archie Andrews x reader

  • Warnings : None apart from swearing
  • Word count : 1015
  • Prompt : Geraldine Grundy is your older sister and you find out about her relationship with one of your friends Archie Andrews and you are desperate to get them to break up for their own good.

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You were convinced that Archie was hiding something from you, after all why would he act like that? You knew you were going to have to catch him out or at least catch him with this mysterious girl he’s clearly obsessed with.

“Hey Betty?” She smiled as soon as she saw you, her conversation with this kid in her class stopped.

“Sorry didn’t mean to interrupt.” You said looking down slightly, feeling a little embarrassed for interrupting.

No it’s fine, we’re just finishing. So if you get me that information I’ll print it in the Blue and Gold.” She smiled, the person quickly nodded looking quite sheepish at the thought and hurried away.

“So Y/N what can I do you for?” She said linking her arm with mine as we walked down the now empty corridor. That’s the thing about Betty you can tell that she genuinely wanted to help and would do anything to help those who she cared for.

Do you think Archie is hiding something from us? Cause he keeps blowing us off, he’s fell out with Jughead and they were inseparable, he goes off on long trips “with his Dad” I don’t know something just seems off.”

You looked at Betty to see her with a confused expression, “I never thought of it like that, I guess wait and see if it continues and if it does confront him or we’ll do it together.” She said as we stopped and looked at each other giggling at her response.

But you still weren’t satisfied, but you decided to let it slide for now.

~~After you went to Pops~~

Even though Geraldine told you she would be in after your curfew which basically meant that you didn’t have to stick to it, you still wanted to, maybe it would give her less of an excuse to nag you. It was freezing tonight, Riverdale was entering the Winter months which would mean there is loads of snow on its way, and the idiot that you are forgot her jacket, even though Kevin offered you his, you still refused to take it.

As you were approaching your front door, you realised that Geraldine’s car was parked outside and there was a light on in the front room. As you got closer and closer you were able to see two silhouettes, one you could tell belonged to your sister, but who was the other person.

You took out your keys, trying to the twist the lock quietly hoping to catch your sister and this new man that she so happened to forget to tell you about.

Just as you were opening the door you forgot about the catch at the bottom of the door, you caught your shoe on it and it send you stumbling forwards, you were able to catch yourself before you fell.

Shit Y/N, she wasn’t supposed to be back yet. You have to go quickly, move she’ll come in here any second. Sorry, I’ll have to see you tomorrow. And remember what I said you can’t tell Sherif Keller or anyone about this please.” That’s the one thing about Geraldine she was unable to whisper quietly, however this mystery person was able to. You heard him clatter through the window, trying to “sneak” away. Just as you were about to open the closed down, Geraldine opened it, whilst simultaneously trying to smooth down her hair and fix her top,

“Hi Y/N what are you doing back so early?”

“It’s my curfew, and anyways you said you wouldn’t be back till after this time.” You said eyeing the room around her, “and who was in here with you?”

“No o-one, wh-why would you say that?Did you see something?” She started shifting in her spot her eyes trying to desperately gage your emotions.

Someone was in here with you. I saw their shadow with yours when I was coming up to the house. Also what aren’t they allowed to tell Sherif Keller? Is it to do with Jason’s murder?”

“Wait you heard what I said?”

“So there was someone in here with you?!”

“Look Y/N forget about it, it was no one, don’t you have work to do or something?”

“Whatever you say Geraldine, I just know that you’re hiding something, and I will find out what it is.”

With that being said she stormed by you, and stomped upstairs slamming the door on her way up. This gave you the perfect opportunity, to search the sitting room for evidence on who it was.

You waited for her to definitely be asleep first. When you entered the front room, it was pretty tidy, a couple wine glasses left out with half a bottle of wine, blankets sprawled all over the floor. So far you weren’t able to find anything. You were slowly giving up hope in finding something. Defeated you slumped back onto the sofa. As you laid your head on the back of the sofa, slowly letting your tiredness to overtake your body,you felt something dig into your back and it was quite lumpy. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you sat up, slightly twisting, reaching your arm in between the cushions of the sofa. What you pulled out you couldn’t believed, it wasn’t only what you found that shocked you but it was what was on it that shocked you.

A blue and gold varsity jacket, you felt like all the air had been knocked out of you, and right beneath where your thumb was rubbing was Archie’s name, embossed in gold thread. And that was when it clicked. Archie was seeing your sister.

Hi! So that was part 2, if you would like a part 3 then please message me. And remember my asks and requests are open so send them in!

Perfect Strangers Part II-Loki Laufeyson Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: angst and fluff

Tags: @assgardstark

Originally posted by lokitty

   The Avengers’ eyes were all trained on Y/N, who stood at the head of the conference room, shifting her weight from one combat boot to the other. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at any of them mostly due to her own shame and also, she didn’t really know how to explain herself.

    “Any time, Agent Y/L/N,” Fury said from his post near the entrance door.

    “Right.” Y/N took a deep breath. “I’ve always known that I was…different from other people. Most of of my life, I was in and out of hospitals because I would go into seizure-like episodes but the doctors could never help me.” She swallowed thickly, opting to glance at each Avengers’ forehead rather than look them in the eye as she spoke. “One day, someone pulled a nasty trick on me in middle school, and I think it triggered my powers because at night, I wound up in a library in Asgard, where I met Loki.”

    Thor leaned forward in his seat at her words while the rest of the team members remained either neutral or reclined in their seats, their interest remaining in Y/N’s tale.

    “Only Loki was in the library at the time?” Thor asked.


     “What happened when you met him?” Steve asked.

     “He…he helped me begin to cope with getting bullied and for the first time, I didn’t feel like a freak. I only had one friend at the time, but she could never understand what I went through, but Loki did and it was nice. Anyway, he helped me figure out how I could use my powers to get home and I never saw him again,” Y/N said.

     “Until today,” Steve said.

     “Yeah.” Y/N glanced at Thor, who seemed less than pleased with her tale. 
      “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Tony asked.

      Y/N shrugged. “It’s not the easiest thing to bring up and I didn’t want to be linked with someone so evil. Thor can back me up when I say that he wasn’t always evil—-arrogant, yes, but he used to be kind.”

      Steve, Tony, and Bruce glanced at the golden-haired god of thunder who slowly nodded. “Lady Y/N is right. My brother is capable of doing good, but I don’t know what happened. However, it doesn’t change what you have done here, Y/N.”

      Y/N’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “What?”

     “You’ve broken my trust in you and possibly the rest of the team’s,” Thor said. 

      “I understand that and I’m sorry, but, as I said, there wasn’t really a time or place for me to tell anyone appropriately.”

      “We could’ve used you to get intel on him,” Fury said.

       Y/N shook her head. “Thor would have been more useful—-Loki hasn’t seen me in fifteen years!”

      “Yet he was more open with you than he was with me down there,” Thor said.

       Y/N stiffened and let Thor’s words sink in. Loki seemed to enjoy toying with Thor more than divulging any of his plans to him and though he had tried the same thing with Y/N, he still revealed some of his plans albeit in a disrespectful way. There was no way that Loki held Y/N in a higher regard than he did Thor even though it seemed that at a young age, Loki had a bit of a distaste for his brother.

         “For the time being, you’re dismissed, Agent Y/L/N, until we decide what to do with you,” Fury said.

        “Yes, Sir.” Y/N nodded her head and hurried out of the room. 

        Slowly, she made her way to her own quarters and as soon as the door closed behind her, she let the tears she had been holding back since she saw Loki, fall down her cheeks. These tears were a mix of frustration, confusion, and anger. Y/N had a feeling that it wasn’t the best thing for her to keep her past with Loki a secret, but she didn’t think it would put her in danger of being dismissed from the Avengers or even SHIELD itself. She wished that she had told Thor as soon as possible that she’d met Loki when she first traveled through dimensions. She wished that she’d never confronted Max about that stupid note in front of his entire table. She wished that Professor Xavier had reached out to her before Fury did and helped her gain control of her powers earlier. Dejectedly, she wished that she had never been born at all. 

        “Stupid powers,” Y/N muttered as she slid down her door to sit down. “Never did anything right or useful.” 

        Stop it, Loki’s voice echoed through her head.

       Y/N bolted upright and whirled around to face the door. There was no one there. Maybe she was finally losing it.

       You are as sane as ever, Y/N, I’m speaking to you through my mind, Loki said.

        She began to shake her head. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Get out of my head,” she griped.

         It sounds like I should stay seeing as what you were thinking. If you had told my brother about us, he would not have trusted you as easily and you would not be as close as you are now, Loki said.

         “You’re not supposed to be able to do this. The…the chamber is supposed to—”

         While this infernal contraption does weaken my powers, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Don’t worry, I can’t escape by myself any time soon, Loki said.

         Y/N had to do something. She should call for Fury, Thor, Steve, Natasha, anyone really.

        You will do no such thing, Y/N. Listen to me: if you hadn’t been bullied and if someone who knew how to help you found you earlier, you would have never met me and that would have been awful. Loki sounded a lot more serious than he had before.

       “How?” Y/N whispered. “How could it have been any worse than it is now?”

        Because I never would have met you and meeting you was, perhaps, the best thing that ever happened to me. You were my first friend and I did not have to fight over you with Thor, he said. 

       No, he did not get to make this romantic, he did not get to get a rise out of Y/N, he did not get to mess around in her head like this. Y/N didn’t notice her body begin to vibrate lightly nor did she take note of the flash of light. She did notice that all she saw was red when she realized she was back in the prison unit and Loki was standing in front of her. The few agents on guard tried to come at her, but they were too slow as Y/N marched over to Loki. 

      “Stop acting as though meeting me had any sort of effect on you,” Y/N hissed. “If it did, you wouldn’t have tried to destroy the Bifrost in Asgard or take over my planet. You would have tried to keep a good relationship with Thor and not let any petty sibling jealousy get in the way!”
      Loki did not appear surprised at Y/N’s blazing y/e/c eyes nor at her bared teeth. He did not seem too amused either, but rather sincere and tender as he took a step towards the chemical glass that separated them. “That is where you are wrong, Y/N, because if I hadn’t met you, this would all be far worse.”

      She hated the sincerity in his eyes that said that he was telling the truth and she hated how much her old feelings from fifteen years ago were beginning to claw at her heart.

       “Agent Y/L/N,” Fury called. “Step away from Loki.”

      “Stay out of my head,” Y/N hissed.

      She turned on her heel and followed Fury into the elevator.

     “You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve for coming down here after that meeting,” Fury said.

      “He needed to know that he couldn’t mess around in my head any longer.”

       Fury paused for a long time and didn’t speak until the elevators opened onto the main floor. There, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Tony, and Thor along with about half of the SHIELD agents stood.

      “We’ve agreed on what to do with you, Y/N,” Fury said.

      He and Y/N stepped out of the elevator together and Y/N tossed a nervous glance in Steve’s direction.

      “You are a loyal member to SHIELD and to the Avengers. We reviewed the conversation and you never showed a sign of wanting to join Loki and his men,” Steve said. “Therefore, we agreed that we wish for you to remain a member of the Avengers.”

       Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Me? An Avenger? But, I wouldn’t know how—”

       “We’re still figuring this out, too, might as well add someone new to the mix,” Tony said. 

       Y/N couldn’t fight the grin that worked its way onto her mouth. “Thank you so much, Steve, I mean Captain, you won’t regret it.” 

      “Steve is fine, Agent Y/L/N,” he said with a kind smile.

      The rest of the team congratulated Y/N as well, but Natasha added that they would begin training as soon as possible. Training with a world class assassin like Natasha was never high up on Y/N’s list of things she always wanted to do, but if it was necessary to keep her on the team, she would go with it. The team began to separate—-Bruce and Tony headed up to the lab, Steve and Fury went to strategize, and Natasha headed towards the gym, leaving Y/N with Thor. 

      “Congratulations on becoming one of us, Y/N,” Thor said.

      “Thanks. I’m sorry again for not telling you about Loki. It was weird thinking about him as the teenage boy I stumbled upon in Asgard all those years ago and I knew you and he were going through a tough time when I met you,” Y/N said. “Still, I should’ve told you sooner. Is there anyway you could forgive me?”

        Thor kept a thoughtful expression on his face for a moment, which made Y/N a little nervous. “In time, I suppose I can forgive you.”

        Y/N grinned and couldn’t stop herself from hugging her giant friend. He let out of a hearty laugh as he returned the hug. “Try not to crush me.”

       “I would never do that…on purpose.”

       Y/N pulled away and playfully swatted his arm, making him laugh even harder. They slowly began walking away, making the SHIELD agents that had crowded around before return to their original assignments. 

      “Lady Y/N, may I be honest with you?” Thor asked.

      “Of course.” 

       “After Loki met you, he seemed happier and a bit more outgoing. When I asked him about it, he made up a strange excuse, but now I think that you’re the reason he changed during that time.” 

       “It must not have lasted too long.”

       “Perhaps. I wonder what would have happened if you met me instead of him that night.”

      “You’d probably make me fight you or threaten me with prison.”


     In that moment, it seemed that all was right again in the world but it was actually far from it. In the back of her mind, Y/N knew this but chose to ignore it. Late that night, she sensed someone in her room even though she was in a deep sleep. Suddenly, she was torn away from her dream as she sat up straight, staring at Loki, who stood at the foot her bed. He was wearing his royal robes, complete with the horned headpiece and a staff. He simply radiated evil and Y/N cringed away from him.

      “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

      “A king simply can’t rule without his queen.” He extended his hand towards her. “Join me, Y/N, and rule over this planet with me.”

     His words were sweet and inviting, but he wasn’t trying to control her or manipulate her, which he had done to Clint. Loki was simply asking her to join him, to forget that she had just made things right with her friends and join him. She should’ve screamed at him, attacked him, and called for reinforcements, but she didn’t. Y/N only sat in her bed and stared at him in shock. Her choice was obvious, so why wasn’t she speaking? 

Final Farewell Part 2

For those of you that wanted a second part, I hope that you like it. Because this turned out all types of crazy for me to write (late at night mind you)

Read the first part here  https://thisgingerlovesbechloe.tumblr.com/post/158294434573/final-farewell

I hope that link worked because I don’t know how to do shit on Tumblr.. or anything for that matter. So let me know if it didn’t lol

Anyway here’s the crazy mess I came up with. This was longer than intended and I don’t know how to do the thing where you can click on it to expand so sorry for those who have to keep scrolling that don’t want to read.

Being Beca’s bridesmaid was the last thing Chloe ever wanted to be because that would mean someone else got to marry the love of her life. Yet, there she was with the other bridesmaids waiting for Beca to come out and show them the wedding dress she had picked out.

The former Bellas were obviously more excited about this event. Aubrey shoved Chloe’s shoulder more than once in the last ten minutes. Silently telling Chloe to get it together. Finally, Beca came out and Chloe stopped breathing. Beca looked so incredibly beautiful it made tears form in Chloe’s eyes for more than one reason. Everyone agreed this had to be the dress she wore. It fit Beca’s features well, and Beca was completely confident in it.

A couple of months after Beca went dress shopping it was time for the bridesmaids to pick their dresses out. Any other wedding Chloe would’ve been ecstatic, but this just felt like another punch in the face. They all had agreed on a simple dark green dress. Beca told Chloe it looked beautiful on her and Chloe knew her cheeks flushed a bit before she thanked the girl.

The Bachelorette party was hosted by Stacie of course. She had rented out a private club just for them. She may have included male and female strippers, but Beca objected to that immediately. Fat Amy and CR were all for it though.

A couple of hours and a shit ton of alcohol later, the girl’s were on the dance floor. Chloe was dancing freely by herself when she felt someone staring. She looked up to see Beca smirking at her. Chloe beckoned the girl by curling her finger over and over. The brunette rolled her eyes and laughed before joining Chloe on the dance floor.

The song had changed to a slow, sensual beat and Chloe grinded into the girl so sexually that she heard Beca’s breath hitch. Chloe grinned slyly and did it again and suddenly Beca’s hands were roaming Chloe from her thighs up her body. Then the tables turned and it was Beca who was grinding on Chloe and some kind of spark hit the redhead. She brushed Beca’s hair to the side and gently kissed Beca’s shoulder. “This feels right. I’ve always thought it felt right with you” Chloe whispered into the other girl’s ear causing her to tense up.

The song ended and Chloe watched Beca make her way to the bathroom in a hurry. Chloe glanced up to see Aubrey looking at her disapproval shown in her eyes. But Chloe had to follow Beca and apologize if she upset the girl. Once she entered the bathroom Beca was splashing her face with water. Then their eyes locked in the mirror.

Chloe didn’t know what to say she was watching Beca intensely trying to figure out what was going through the brunette’s head.

“How long?” Beca finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity.

“How long what?” Chloe asked suddenly taken aback.

“You know. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Beca spat.

Chloe winced at Beca’s tone. She did know what she was asking. How long had she had feelings for the girl.

“Why? Why spring that on me now? I’m about to get married for Christ sake!” Beca brushed her hair back staring at Chloe.

“I wasn’t springing anything on you. I didn’t - I mean that was the alcohol talking I didn’t mean to do or say that. It doesn’t mean anything okay,” Chloe was numb this conversation was never meant to happen ever. Especially not now not like this. It was too late.

“I think it did mean something. Looking back I just pushed it off as you being touchy-feely with everyone. Now that I think about it it was mostly aimed at me. How did I not see that?” Chloe watched as the wheels in Beca’s mind turned finally realizing all of the hints Chloe had given her throughout their friendship.

“Tell me you never had feelings for me. Tell me you don’t love me,” Chloe finally said. She needed to hear those words so Chloe could finally have the closure she needed all along.

“I’m getting married in two days Chloe,” and with that Beca walked out the bathroom door leaving Chloe to cry alone. Aubrey eventually went in to check on her and helped her back to their hotel.

The wedding rehearsal was nerve wracking to get through. The planner had them all stand in certain spots and Chloe couldn’t help to think this was not the spot she should be standing in. She should be the one waiting for Beca to come down the aisle to her. Not Jesse.

She had been nice to Jesse throughout this whole process because really it isn’t his fault. If anything it’s hers for not speaking her mind sooner. None of this would’ve happened if she would’ve just manned up. Or maybe this would still have happened. Because Beca returning feelings for Chloe was a joke.

Chloe tried avoiding eye contact with Beca all together. It was the most awkward Chloe had ever felt in her entire life. She was so scared she was going to lose the girl as a friend from her stupidity the night before. Beca didn’t seem to act like anything was wrong. She was laughing with the other bridesmaids and would walk off to talk and kiss Jesse more times than Chloe wanted to witness.

The next day was going to be hectic. The girl of Chloe’s dreams would officially marry the guy of hers. It sounded insane to her. She was torturing herself by going to this wedding at all let alone help plan the whole damn thing. And all of this just so she would stand to the side watching Beca face Jesse instead of her. She tried to get used to that the evening before at rehearsal.

She had finally talked herself into getting out of bed. She immediately checked her phone and saw two missed calls from Aubrey and one text from Beca. She opened the text first.

I can’t fucking do this. What was I thinking??

Sent at 7 am. Chloe looked at the clock on her phone it was 9. She immediately called Beca but it went straight to voicemail. Shit!

She listened to the voicemails from Aubrey who was freaking out saying Beca was having severe cold feet about this wedding and that Chloe needed to find Beca and talk some sense into her. Chloe laughed at that. Why would she want to talk sense into Beca. In fact this was the best news she could possibly hear right now. That was such a messed up thought. Chloe knew deep down that she had to get Beca to that wedding even if it did crush her soul.

Chloe texted and called Beca a million times. None of the bridesmaids knew if the wedding was going to happen, but everyone got ready anyway. Before they knew it it was 3 pm and the wedding would start in an hour. The worst thing Chloe thought was Jesse had no idea Beca was missing. And it was all because of her she thought.

The door flew open where the bridesmaids were stationed. It was Beca. She looked horrible. She had been crying all night by the look of it. Everyone jumped up.

“Where the hell have you been?” Aubrey asked.

“I had to sort things out” Beca mumbled.

“Sort things out? Beca, it would’ve killed Jesse if you didn’t show up with no explanation whatsoever” Aubrey folded her arms.

“That’s why I showed up okay? Now where is he? I need to talk to him,” Beca asked glancing at Chloe. Chloe shook her head at Beca wondering what the hell the girl was doing. Then Aubrey was guiding Beca out the door to the room Jesse was in with the groomsmen.

All eyes turned to Chloe with questioning looks. They had seen what happened on the dance floor at the Bachelorette party. Chloe filled them in on what happened. Fat Amy and CR mumbled something that sounded like “I knew it” and Chloe felt like she was going to puke because she didn’t know what was going on.

There was yelling going on outside the door. All the Bellas gathered around to listen.

“Really Beca? You’re just going to walk out on me after all of this. After all that we have been through?” Chloe had never heard Jesse speak in that tone before and it caused her to wince.

“It’s complicated Jesse. I’m sorry I really am. I just can’t do this.” Beca was full on crying at this point.

“Tell me why. You at least owe me that” Jesse sighed.

“I can’t marry you knowing I have feelings for someone else. Feelings I didn’t even know were there not consciously” Beca’s voice was weak.

“Who is it? When did you figure this out? I thought we were happy Bec!” Jesse was furious.

“We were happy! But then something happened the other night and I thought I could ignore it and go through with this wedding. It would be the wrong thing to do”

“Did you cheat on me?” Jesse asked hurt in his voice.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you”

“Who is it? I deserve to know”

“It’s.. Chloe” Beca spoke so quietly Chloe couldn’t tell if the girl had really said it or if she had imagined it.

Chloe opened the door. Jesse and a Beca looked over at her. Jesse gave Chloe the coldest glare she had ever received from anyone.

“This is unbelievable” he laughed. “Well I hope you two are happy” and that was it he left the church.

“Beca?” Chloe mustered to say as the brunette watched the man she was supposed to marry walk away.

Then her attention was on the redhead. “I have feelings for you. I always have I just didn’t realize it until the other night. This is such a disaster,” Beca shook her head.

“I know I screwed everything up. I am so sorry Beca” Chloe fought back tears.

“No. Chlo. The disaster is that we lost so much time that we could have spent together. I’ve always loved you but Jesse was a good guy. He was safe. If something didn’t work out with him I would be hurt for a while, but it would’ve been different with you Chlo. You are the only person who could break my heart. It was easier to avoid the feelings that were there for you knowing I had a safe ride” Beca finally admitted.

“I would never do that to you” Chloe hugged Beca hard. “I love you”

“I’m so sorry I put you through hell all of these years. I love you,” Beca captured Chloe’s lips with hers in a heated kiss. Like no one else was around.

“So, uh, do we get our money back from the dresses and what not?” Fat Amy called out.

But Chloe and Beca were in their own world kissing each other with such passion that they never had gotten to do up until now.

“I’ll take that as a no” Fat Amy said while CR nudged her.

Alone Part 16

Warnings; None

Words; 1,241

A/N; Yay! Finally a happy part! But I’m warning you it gets worse before it gets better! Feedback is always appreciated ♡

The scientists main focus was brainwashing Bucky from your head, or the Bucky you knew. They did this with every single avenger, warping your memories until you believed these people had tortured you and hated you for years. You were the first experiment, there was no one else like you yet. They wanted you to be able to keep your memories because you had been so close to the team. You would know their weaknesses but still hate them with every fiber of your being.

With you being their first they ran as many tests as they could, but kissing Steve had brought your feelings back. What you didn’t know is that the scientists were wary of their work even though they were so proud of you.

Always create a backup plan. So that’s what they did, if you somehow got your memory back, your mind would wipe. You would forget everything up until that moment, except one. They drilled into your head that Bucky would be your weakness. At first they had wanted him, but then they saw the two of you together, and revenge had seemed so much sweeter.

The scientists hadn’t gone any further than that, they were holding onto the hope that you’d never feel again. They were wrong, so we’re they wrong about your memory wipe staying? Could you be saved? No matter how thought out, everything always had a loophole.

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