Where You're Meant To Be

You take the file Natasha’s holding out to you and sit next to her, flipping through it with a frown. “Why are we going to Star City?”

“There’s a growing crime ring there that could turn into a terrorist threat,” Steve explains.

“Who’s Damien Dark?” Sam asks, flipping through his own file. “Sounds like someone out of a comic book.” You snort and look back at the file. It seems that Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and you are the only ones going on this mission. At least for now.

“He’s most likely the ring’s leader.” Natasha pulls up a picture of him on the projection monitor. “For the past couple of weeks, he’s either been impossible to track or at public gatherings.” She looks over at you. “He’s been at every single one of your boyfriend’s campaign events.”

You swallow nervously when you see Oliver’s smiling face staring up at you from the file. He still doesn’t know that you’re an Avenger, and you’d like to keep it that way for as long as you can. He’s already been through enough; he doesn’t need a superhero girlfriend and possibly an evil overlord locked on him. “Okay, so what’s the game plan?” you ask.

Steve leans forward. “We will be as undercover as we can be in Star City until someone recognizes us, which will happen eventually. We’ll be supporting Mr. Queen’s campaign. Wanda will go through Damien’s mind at each event so we know if he’s guilty and, possibly, what he’s up to.” He locks eyes with Wanda, who’s standing next to you with her arms crossed. “Is that alright?”

She nods with determination. “I can do it.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches up at her words. “All right, we’ll head out in fifteen minutes so we can make Queen’s next event. ”

“Steve,” Sam says, “what about the Green Arrow?”

Natasha and Steve exchange a familiar look that makes you frown. It’s a “we-know-something-that-you-don’t” look.

“We tried to contact the vigilante so we could work with him, but got no response,” Natasha says. “We’re on our own for now.”

“Hey.” You smile, walking up to where Thea stands in the front row of Oliver’s supporters. The younger girl smiles brightly and pulls you into an enthusiastic hug.

“Hey!” she squeals and keeps her hands on your shoulders when she pulls away. “I didn’t know you were in town! Where have you been? It’s been months!”

You sigh. “My job’s kept me tied up in a bad way.” Your eyes flick to where Steve stands at the edge of the crowd, the World War II veteran hat Natasha got him pulled low over his face. His undercover get up sucks, as usual. “In fact, I’m here on business.”

Thea frowns suspiciously. “What kind of–”

She’s cut off as Oliver takes the stage in the new music hall, smiling and waving at the cheering crowd and flashing cameras. “I’ll tell you later!” you yell to Thea over the commotion. She nods and you internally sigh in relief. That will give you enough time to invent a good alibi. 

“Good evening, everyone,” Oliver greets, smiling at the crowd. His eyes move over you once before they recognize you and Oliver’s smile brightens. “It’s great to see you all here.” You can’t help the smile that comes over your face at the way he’s looking at you.

“As you probably know, I am here to support the opening of this beautiful new Star City Music Hall here in the Glades. Earlier this year, it was–”

You feel a tug on your right sleeve and turn your head to see Wanda, her eyes flashing quickly from scarlet to brown. “Wanda, what’s wrong?” you whisper, taking hold of her elbow in case she gets weak. “Wanda?”

Thea leans over your shoulder and gasps. “Hey, is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” you snap and Thea recoils. You wince at your sharp tone and the fact that you responded way too quickly. “This is my colleague. She has anxiety and doesn’t do well in crowds, I’ll be right back.”

Thea nods with concerned eyes. “I’ll save your seat.” You smile gratefully and wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist, half-carrying her to the edge of the crowd and into the entrance of a hallway so you’re partially-hidden. “What’s wrong, Wanda? What is it?”

Sam walks up to you, sporting a red hat and a casual jacket and jeans. He looks at you questioningly and you shake your head. “Damien is here,” Wanda gasps, “but something … Something is wrong. It’s twisted and dark, (y/n). It’s making me dizzy.”

“Do you see anything about him? Anything important?” Sam asks.

Wanda shakes her head. “Nothing. Except …” Her eyes suddenly widen and flash scarlet as her mouth opens into a small, surprised “O.” 

You squeeze Wanda’s trembling shoulder and lean her against the wall. She’s only proving to make you more worried at the moment–You’ve never seen her like this. “Wanda are you okay?”

She whips her head back and forth and continues to shake uncontrollably. You look at Sam helplessly and he gulps, taking Wanda’s other arm. “What do we do?” he asks.

Before you can even think about responding, the floor shakes with the familiar force of a nearby explosion and the sound of gunshots comes from down the hall. You gently lower Wanda to the floor as Sam runs to look at what’s going on. You follow, looking around the corner to see complete chaos.

People are fleeing in all directions, and masked men with guns are firing into the crowd. Oliver is nowhere to be seen, which immediately makes your chest clench in terror. You glance behind you to see Wanda still in the same state as before and are about to run into the crowd when you see a familiar blonde rushing toward you.

“Felicity!” You yell. Running forward, you take her arm and pull her behind cover. Sam pulls out his gun and guards the entrance as you pull the surprisingly-calm techie towards Wanda. “Please watch her, something’s wrong and I have to go.”

Felicity nods unquestioningly before glancing at Wanda and doing a double take. “Is that … ?” Then she looks at Sam’s crappy undercover outfit and even though his back is to you, she puts two and two together. “Oh my god.”

You smile shakily. “I’ll be back.”

Then you rush up to Sam’s side, pulling on your wrist braces as you do and, at his nod, the two of you run into the fray. 

Sam grins, walking towards where Diggle stands on the other side of the lair. “Looks like neither of us really got out of the good fight.”

“Can’t escape it.” Dig laughs and shakes his old army buddy’s hand. He sees Steve standing beside Sam and greets him with a handshake next, nodding knowingly. “Even after a lifetime.”

Steve laughs dryly, and the three veterans look around the room. Felicity, Thea, Wanda, and Natasha are all talking around the computers as Felicity tries to track the terrorists. Wanda has a blanket around her shoulders and is still shaking slightly. She doesn’t know what happened to her at the music hall, only that Damien caused it somehow. According to her, he must have somehow known that she was in his mind.

All of the information she gathered from him was erased like a computer, and you’ve already made it clear to Steve that you’re not letting her do that again.

While the two teams have gotten along well so far, the couple at the other end of the room has been in a silent dispute for nearly two hours. They were silent on the ride to the lair, silent for the first half hour and, finally, they went to the corner to talk and haven’t stopped. Everyone else is doing their best to ignore them.

“So, what’re they usually like when they’re together?” Sam asks, looking away from you and Oliver and back at Diggle. “(y/n) talks about Oliver all the time, but …”

Dig smiles a bit. “They’re great. Oliver’s happiest whenever (y/n)’s in town. I just wish he would’ve told her about his nightly activities before now. And that she told him.”

Steve nods. “(y/n)’s very strict about keeping her identity secret. She’s never told me why.” The three are silent as they all look at the other end of the room. Steve clears his throat. “Well, since they’re a bit caught up at the moment, we should probably discuss some sort of plan.” The other two men agree, and they begin discussing a plan of attack.

On the other side of the large room, (y/n) steps away from Oliver and crosses her arms over her chest. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”

He holds up a finger and narrows his eyes dangerously. Your heart sinks when he does so; that glare has never once been directed at you. “You have no right to say that to me. You did the same thing.”

“I was going to tell you today after your conference,” you hiss, trying your best not to subdue to his anger. “But then some psychos decided to shoot up the place, so I didn’t really get the chance.”

Oliver’s angry gaze doesn’t falter from you and you sigh, stepping forward and interlacing both of your hands with his. “Look, I love you, Oliver, and I really don’t want this to be what comes between us. We both kept secrets, and we both know everything now, so can we please just promise each other that we won’t lie anymore and move on?”

You pause and look down at your entwined hands. “I already hardly see you in the first place and I don’t want to lose you forever.”

He untangles his right hand’s fingers from your left’s and cups your chin gently so you look up at him. “No more secrets?” You shake your head. “And you’ll keep me updated?”

You nod, feeling the corner of your mouth twitch slightly. “And you’ll keep me updated?” He nods and smiles softly down at you, making you do the same. “Good.”

He grins and releases his hold on your chin and hand so he can wrap his arms lazily around your waist. “So we’re good?” he asks.

You laugh at his attempt to be coy and rest your hands on his strong chest. “Yes, Ollie, we’re ‘good.’”

Still smiling, he leans down and kisses you softly. You grip his shirt just a little tighter and kiss him back for a few seconds before pulling away. The two of you simply sway back and forth for a few seconds, foreheads touching as you do.

“I love you,” you breathe.

Oliver’s chest moves up with a small laugh and you feel his warm breath brush over your face. “I love you too.”

fix you | p.p

summary: after fighting mysterio, peter comes back to you in need of a little fixing up; both physically and mentally. stark!reader.

wc: a short, sweet, little bit teary-eyed 900

masterlist | insp.

when your phone rang and you saw peters name pop up along with his contact picture, you didn’t even hesitate to grab your phone as quick as you could, scaring sam in the process as you threw down your uno cards.

“hello?”

“hey, uh… can i get a ride?”

his voice was shaky, his breathing quick, and with no more than thirty seconds into the phone call, you could tell that something was wrong. the way that your stomach twisted with every word that left his mouth just confirmed your thoughts. 

“where are you? i’ll come get you.” 

at this point, you were looking at happy, who was already going to get the jet ready for takeoff. 

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MY BLOODY EVERYTHING (Newt x reader)

Request:

Hey so could you write that scene where newt dies a little differently where he lives because his gf saves him thank you so much

Yeah of course ❤️💟 this has been on my mind too anyway 🤫😅

From the distance you could hear loud grunts and some ear piercing shouts as you ran even faster than before. Up the stairs, then around the block, eventually you found what you were looking for, but the sight you had to take in wasn’t so pleasant.

You just saw Thomas hitting out a gun of Newt’s hand. But Newt didn’t wait, he attacked Thomas right away, jumping on him, hitting him, kicking him in every way it was possible.

Thomas was laying on the ground as Newt hit him again and again. You ran to them shouting louder and harder than you have ever done in your life “Newt stop!”

As soon as the worlds left your mouth his movements stopped. He slowly turned his head towards you. He was already half crank and it broke your heart, but you had to go on. You had to win time, so the others could give him the serum.

You took a deep breath and stepped towards him, yet he still didn’t move. You had no idea what was gonna happen, and honestly you were terrified that nothing was left from your Newt, but still you kept getting closer and closer.

“Y/N, don’t.” Thomas warned you, and the moments the words left his mouth Newt screamed in a way you were sure you were gonna go deaf. You were too busy covering your ears, you didn’t see Newt knocking Thomas out and then charging towards you violently.

He came at you, and the both of you fell on the ground. His hands quickly found their way around your neck, chocking you with such a force, you didn’t knew was possible. You could feel the oxygen leaving your whole body, slowly fading away into something that was like a deep slumber. With everything you’ve had, you swung your right leg and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Newt fell next to you, and while your kick slowed him down a bit, he was on foot again in no time.

Luckily you were faster as you straddled him and tried to hold him down.

“Thomas!” You tried to wake him up while struggling to keep a screaming and kicking Newt on the ground “We’re running out of time here!”

But no answer came and you couldn’t leave Newt. You looked down at him and your face softened. He seemed so… far away.

“Love” you whispered as you could feel a tear coming down your face. “Newt, please.” You begged for him to come back to you, to be himself again, the loving, determined, calm Newt you fell in love with. You felt desperate and deep down you felt yourself losing the last little spark of hope you had in yourself. “Goddamit Newt, listen to me! This isn’t you, you have to fight this shit and beat it!” You shouted at him. “You can’t let this take you away from me, you can’t let it take over you! Please!” But Newt didn’t seem to care a thing about what you were telling him as he finally found a way out of your grasp and hit you hard in the chest.

You fell back and for a few moments you couldn’t breath properly. By the time you caught your breath, Newt was on the top of you holding a knife in his hands, aiming at you. He started pushing it into you and you grabbed his wrists, pushing him away from you.

For a moment time seemed to freeze for you as you were just laying there, under Newt, who was about to end your life. You were still keeping the knife away from your chest, but it was just a matter of seconds before you ran out of all your remaining power. You closed your eyes and decided it’s better to die by Newt than to kill him. You would never be able to do that no matter what. Even if the whole humanity’s faith would depend on it, you just wouldn’t be able to do it. You loved him too much. One last time you let that warm feeling fill you up.

From corner of your mouth your tried to smile at him as you opened your eyes. “It’s alright Newt.” You said. “I’m alright.” You told him softly and his eyes seemed to change a bit, but you were sure by now it was all your imagination. “I love you and that’s all that matters. Do it. It’s gonna be okay.” You closed your eyes and let your hands fall to the floor.

You were waiting for the sharp pain in your chest, but it never came. You didn’t dare to open your eyes until you heard a familiar voice.

“You shank, this wasn’t the plan!” You heard Minho’s irritated and angry voice as he grabbed you hard and lifted you from the ground. “I love you, that’s all that matters. I’m alright Newt.” He mimicked you as he still held you strong. “No, no and no! It’s not alright if you give up! You need to fight even if everything in you says not to!”

You couldn’t even register in your mind what he said, all you could think about was Newt. “WHERE IS HE?!” You shouted and pushed Minho off of you and looked around.

You saw Newt laying on the flooring his back, completely still. You looked at Brenda who was kneeling beside him, holding an empty injector in her hand.

“This was supposed to give him time.” She said quietly and looked to the ground. She slowly stood up.

You didn’t even look at her, you just ran to Newt and grabbed his hand strong. You felt like your throat was burning but you finally managed to crack out a few words. “I need you.” You whispered as you pulled his body closer to yours. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you but you didn’t care. “I need you more than I have ever needed anything and more than I will ever need anything in my life.” You paused. “Please Newt.” You turned your head away and tears started to stream down your face fast. You started sobbing, maybe this really was over. Maybe you really did lose him.

You heard a weak cough from Newt’s body’s way, and you thought your mind is a cruel thing to play jokes like this on you. This made you cry even harder than before.

But suddenly the coughing became louder and you looked down at Newt. You couldn’t believe your eyes. He was awake. Don’t get me wrong, he seemed like the worst version of himself, his eyes were half closed, his body seemed so weak and he was dirty as hell, but he was there and he was breathing. He was alive. Newt was alive. You couldn’t believe it.

“Guys!” You called behind your back and then turned back to Newt. “Don’t worry love, you’ll be fine.”

FEW DAYS LATER

You walking towards the room Newt was kept. After getting the temporary antidote, he seemed to wake up, but after a few sane moments he blacked out in your arms immediately.

Not long after he got the vaccine made of Thomas’ immune blood, so he was supposed to be okay. “Supposed to be.” You thought.

You were in safe heaven, you were supposed to start a new life here with Newt. You were supposed to be with Newt. Instead you were alone.

You reached the door and you pushed into ahead and stepped into the room. He was laying on his bed, perfectly still.

You walked beside him and sat down in the chair you have been sleeping in the last few days. You grabbed his hand.

“Hey love.” You greeted him.

Hours passed and you felt yourself give in to your tiredness. You were still holding Newt’s hand.

You woke up to a gentle but steady grab on your hand. You felt more awake than ever. “I’m here, I’m awake. Is everything alright?” You asked rushed, thinking it was Minho or Thomas who woke you up.

But instead your were greeted by the tired eyes of Newt. He was smiling at you.

“Hey love.” He said. His voice was raspy and quiet but you couldn’t have cared less. You couldn’t move as you could feel him sliding over in his bed, making place for you beside him and raising the blanket.

He didn’t have to say anything, you were next to him in less than a second, wrapping your arms around his waist. His body was warm, like it always was. He wrapped his arms around your body protectively and held you tight.

“You came back.” You told him after a while, not moving an inch from his embrace.

“You’re my bloody everything. I couldn’t have left you behind Y/N.” He told you and you only pushed yourself closer to him, if it was possible.

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OMG I feel so happy right now 😅🙏🏼 I wish this happened 😭😭😭

MASTERLIST

Draco Malfoy Imagines Masterlist

Guilt Part 1

Guilt Part 2

Imagine Part 2

Imagine Part 1

Christmas with the Malfoys

Fragile

I Miss You

Library

Later, Draco

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

Love Potion

Closer

Quidditch

Boggarts

Caught Imagine

Babysitting Imagine

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include… 

Jealous

Ties

Unorthodox

Kings Cross

“Are You Trying to Seduce Me?”

Letters

Shelter

You’re Alive

Double-Sided

Draco Malfoy Playlist

The Apple of His Eye

Staying at School Over Christmas With Draco Would Include…

Practice Makes Perfect (Drarry)

Stay With Me

Maybe Tomorrow (Part 1)

I Must Not Tell Lies

Sick (Tom Felton)

Lucky

You Are Mine

Feeling Tense?

Hair Ties

Sweet Nothings

Bookworm

Slytherin Princess

Draco Dating You, A Hufflepuff Would Include…

Dinner

Choice

If Draco Were A Muggle…

Complicated

Bad People

Eternal Love (Tom Felton)

Listen Close (Smut)

Tell Me You’re Okay

Put Me Back Together Again

The Stars In Your Eyes

My Best Friend

Draco Talking About You Would Include…

The Common Room Floor (Smut)

[Before]

You felt your stomach flutter, as you saw the familiar face light up your screen. “Hey stranger!” You chuckled.

Jensen flashed a smirk, gazing at you, wishing you were there with him. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Is that Y/N?” Richard asked from behind.

Jensen lifted up the phone, getting everyone in the shot. “Alright, say hi guys.”

“Hey Y/N!” They all chimed, making you smile so big your cheeks began to hurt.

“Hey boys! Wow, love the outfits.” You cackled.

“This is the place to be Y/N.” Jared pointed down. “J misses you, he even cried a little.” He teased.

“Shut up, that was you Jared.” Jensen rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Jared shrugged his shoulders, and nodded.

“Y/N, it’s a good thing you stayed away. These guys have been killing us with there stench. Seriously, you did the right thing!”

Both Jared and Jensen belted out in laughter. “Bask it in, Dick. Just take it.” Jared cackled.

Your stomach hurt from laughing so much. These boys were your best friends. And though you couldn’t be there to cheer them on, you still supported them.

“Alright, we are almost here. I’ll call you later.” Jensen muttered, his cheeks aching.

You nodded, staring at only him now. “Okay, don’t get hurt old man.” You teased. “Good luck guys! Break a leg! Or-or don’t, that’d be cool if you didn’t.” You hesitated.

They all laughed, and said their goodbyes.

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[After]

You were in the middle of reading, when your phone lit up.

Swiping to the left, Jensen’s face shown across the screen. He seemed a little tired, and dirtier from this morning.

“Hey! How was it?” You smiled.

J shrugged his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips. “It was fucking exhausting.” He chuckled. “But it was great. For a bunch of rookies, I am proud of us.”

“Aw that’s good! I am proud of you guys too.” You stated. “Are you guys going home?”

“Nah, we are going out for some beers. I think we deserved it.” He winked.

You shook your head, still smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. “You’re such men. Well have fun.” You muttered.

“Gen wanted me to tell you that she missed you today.” Jared exclaimed, focusing his attention on the road.

“Tell her I missed her too! And that I will call her tonight so we can discuss the bachelor!” You chuckled.

Jensen let out a soft sigh, staring intently at his phone. Gazing over ever feature of your face. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way, since you two could only be friends. But he couldn’t help it.

He tried to push his feelings aside, but the more time he worked with you on supernatural, the more he started to fall for you.

“I better go, I have to get ready for this scene.” You stated. Though you were on break from shooting Supernatural, you kept yourself busy with more work.

He cleared his throat, and nodded. “Y-yeah of course. Break a leg.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, and let out a soft huff. “Thanks, Ackles. Congrats, and I will see you all in two weeks.” You muttered. “Give Gen a big hug from me, and tell Danneel I said hello!”

He swallowed hard, and pursed his lips. “Will do.” He stated. “See you soon Y/N.”

“Bye. And Bye Jared, love you both!”

“Love you too Y/N.” Jared exclaimed.

As you hung up, Jensen stared at the dark screen. “I love you.” He mouthed.

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I love this holy shit

When you can’t decide which one you want the most 👀❤

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Gally Imagine // The Maze Runner

Request: Imagine you and gally are adults in the glade and have a 2-year-old daughter (you can make up the name) and she bothers him during work and the Gladers think it’s cute so you try to make gally less grumpy on the job?

Note: I know I said I wouldn’t write imagines of the reader and their pairing with a child and I was about to say no to this but the anon requested this when they’re adults. The daughter’s name is Amelia.

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I can agree to this 

Lieutenant Dumb and Captain Dumber is my new name for Severide and Casey.

Wish school taught us all this

not to be maya on side but please do not call someone or something “mayan” when talking about our people, culture, etc. “mayan” refers to our language family (a language FAMILY, in which there are plenty of unique languages). we are the maya, not the mayans. i am maya, not mayan. it is the indigenous maya community, not the indigenous mayan community.