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Kitten in the glade - Newt (Maze Runner)

Requested by Anonymous: ‘Could you possibly do a Maze Runner imagine where the reader finds a kitten in the Supply Box, but they want to hide it just in case the others don't like the cat and so Newt helps them? I also hope you're having a lovely day!’

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*Your POV*

Every week the gladers get supplies from the box. These supplies are taken by whoever needs them, and the box goes back down. However, one week, the box came up with a surprise for whoever found it. It just so happened that the one to be getting everything out of the box that week was Y/N.

As she passed the week’s supplies up to Newt, she heard a faint noise coming from behind a crate in the corner. Frowning slightly, she walked slowly towards the source of the noise. She gently pulled the crate out of the way, and looked into the corner. At first, the darkness made it hard to see what was in the corner, but when her eyes adjusted to the light (or lack thereof), her mouth dropped open slightly.

Curled up in a ball in the corner of the box was a small kitten with black and white fur. Uncurling itself slightly, it let out a gentle meow and stared at Y/N with big brown eyes, instantly melting Y/N’s heart.

“Hey little guy,” Y/N said softly, crouching down in front of it, “what are you doing in here?” The kitten looked up at her with what looked like sadness and confusion in its eyes and uncurled itself completely.

Reaching forwards, Y/N gently picked up the kitten and brought it closer to her. The kitten nuzzled into her hands, purring quietly. In doing this, the kitten had solidified its place in Y/N’s heart.

Y/N looked down at the little cat in adoration, which was soon replaced by concern. What would happen to this tiny cat if she let it loose in the glade? Would the other gladers like it? If she left it in the box, would the box go back down with the cat in it?

“Hey, Y/N!” Newt called down to her, interrupting her train of thoughts, “What are you still doing down there? Everything has already been taken out. You know the box won’t go back down with you in it.”

“Newt? Can you come down here for a minute?” Y/N asked, hoping her could help her decide what she should do with the kitten. She felt the box shake slightly as Newt jumped down into it.

“What’s going on?” He asked as he walked over to where she was still crouching with the kitten. He leaned over her shoulder to look at what she was holding.

“Where the bloody hell did you get the cat from, Y/N?” He asked in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“It came up in the box. It was hidden behind a crate.” She explained, gently stroking the kitten that had fallen asleep in her arms.

“Well, are you gonna take it into the glade, or are you planning on leaving it here forever?”

“That’s the problem.” Y/N said. “What if the others don’t like it? What if something bad happens to it?”

Newt frowned slightly, thinking about what she said. After a few moments, he spoke up.

“We could hide it from the others.” He suggested, earning a startled look from Y/N.

“How are we going to be able to do that?”

“You could keep it in your room, and we can take it in turns to feed it, so no one gets suspicious of one of us.” He explained.

Y/N thought about it and a smile spread across her face.

“That could work. Thanks Newt!”

“No problem love. Does it have a name?” Y/N shook her head, thinking of possible names for the kitten. Suddenly, a name popped up in her head, making her smile again.

“Lets call him Isaac.” She said, happy with her choice of name.

Newt smiled. “Well then Isaac.” he said, “Welcome to the glade.”

Journey through the scorch - Part 1 - Newt (Maze Runner)

Request by @tiagrindalen - Can you write an imagine that takes place in the scorch (the book) and its when Brenda and Thomas are separate from the group. The others are trying to find them but Jorge decides they need help to do that. So he goes to the reader who also lives in the city and knows every little corner of it better then anyone. She is an immune who used to work for WCKED but escaped because she thought what they did was wrong. She used to know all the gladers and seeing them, especially Newt brings back a lot of memories. She is a badass, a trained assassin. She used to be a soldier for WCKED.

A/N - This is a long request so I’m going to split it into a couple of parts.

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“ We need to go now, or we’re not going to find her in time.” Jorge said, turning to the exit. The group of boys cast a glance back and started following him.

“Find who in time?” Newt questioned, a look of confusion spread across his face. Jorge stopped abruptly and turned to face the group.

“The only person who can help us get our friends back and survive in the scorch.” With that he turned around and set off again, the boys following after exchanging a series of glances.

*** The small group spent the next few days journeying towards the city to find this mysterious character Jorge told them about. They arrived at an ‘abandoned’ warehouse, the floorboards creaking as the ventured inside. The boys started looking around for food or water but finding nothing.

When they gave up, Jorge lead them through the warehouse to a hidden set of stairs with light at the top of the passage. He took a step back and gestured for them to go up. The boys looked uneasy but after Minho went first, the rest shortly followed.

When they reached the top they found a living area with fresh clothes, food and water laid out on a table a short distance away. The group rushed forwards, with the exception of Jorge and Minho, the latter letting out a short yell of surprise as he found himself being held against a body with a knife pressed gently across his neck.

The others span around, a few of the starting forwards before abruptly stopping when the voice called out.

“Take one more step and your little friend here will be the newest addition to my stuffed bodies collection.”

“Come now hermana, is that any way to greet an old friend?” Jorge called out from behind the group. The girl let out a sigh and reluctantly pulled away the knife before pushing the now-pale boy into his friends.

“What do you want, Jorge?” The girl asked, moving behind a desk and falling down into a chair, allowing the boys to get a good look at her. They stared at the girl, taking in her appearance. Most of them felt a sense of awe or shock, but for the second-in-command it was something different, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on, like somewhere deep in his mind he knew this girl.

Jorge moved in front of the boys to talk to Y/N, putting his hands on the desk, blocking her view of the group. “We need your help. Some friends of ours were separated from us in our escape from WICKED and we want you to help us get them back.”

“Look, hermano, I’ve told you this before and I’m gonna tell you one more time. I don’t know everything that happens to everyone WICKED has, I only know a few of the subjects and have a connection with even fewer.” She leaned back in her chair, twirling a small knife around her fingers. “So either you give me a good enough reason as to why I should help you, or you get the hell out of my house.”

“That girl is as sassy as you are Minho.” The British boy muttered to his friend who rolled his eyes, muttering a quiet “is not” to himself. At the sound of the first boy, Y/N leaned forwards in her chair and glanced around Jorge, her gaze falling on the boys behind him. Her eyes locked with Newt’s and there was a quiet intake of breath before she leaned back to face Jorge.

“Fine, I’ll help you find your friends, but you all follow me and do everything I say. That way you might survive.” The boys exchange confused looks, wondering what changed the girl’s mind, a girl who seemingly couldn’t be reasoned with. The girl noticed them staring at her and she narrowed her eyes.

“Is there a problem?” The boys shook their heads vigorously, none of them wanting to be on the receiving end of her knife. “Good. Get some food and get some sleep. We leave in the morning.” And with that she spun her knife into its case, turned around and marched off.

Shot

awesomenewtimagines - What about a Newt imagine where it's basically the same as the scorch trials movie but the reader was in the maze with Aris and they are best friends. Instead of Minho knocking out the guard the reader does that. And while running out of the compound the reader get shot, nothing serious, just a flesh wound on the upper arm. Since the moment Newt saw the reader he felt like he knew her, like Thomas felt like he knew Teresa and the reader feels that way about Newt too. The reader is fearless, protective of the people she love, hates having people take care of her, or worry about her. So she doesn't tell them that she was shoot right away. They figure out she was shoot when Thomas and Newt is fighting about not having a plan and she almost faints do to blood loss. (the bullet hit a blood vessel) not to much fluff. And you don't have to stop writing in the mall, continue maybe to the end of the movie? I don't mind it being long and multiple parts, but if you like it short and have a good idea for a short one, don't let me stop you. Write how you want to!

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You followed the others half way down the corridor before stopping and turning to the other end.

"Y/N! What are you doing? Come on!" Newt yelled, but you ignored him and took off running in the direction you had just come from.

'I hope this works', you thought to yourself, the shouts of the others barely audible over the sound of the air whistling in your ears. As you reached the end of the corridor you slid along the floor, swinging your leg into the legs of the guard who had just rounded the corner, causing him to fall to the floor and hit his head on the wall, his gun sliding across the smooth surface.

You grabbed the gun and pushed yourself off the floor and ran back to join the others, met with looks of astonishment and pride.

"Are we gonna wait around for more guards or are we gonna go?" You asked, resting the gun on your shoulder. The reply was a mixture of silence and laughs, making you grin and walk off down the corridor, trying to find a way out.

The group followed Thomas to the medical ward where Teresa was being kept. You stood back as Thomas ran over to Teresa, helping her up, your gun pointed at the rattling door. In a flash, Thomas and Newt had smashed the window with chairs and you threw Thomas the gun before you climbed through the window, Newt helping you to make sure you didn't get cut by the shards of glass.

You soon found yourself running alongside Newt again, trying to get away from Jansen and his guards, your fingers linked as you helped him run faster until you arrived at a door. Thomas swiped the key card again and again, the mechanism denying access every time.

Thomas turned to face Janson as the rest of your group tried in vain to get the door open. You watched as Thomas moved towards Janson, pointing the gun at him before the door opened and Thomas started firing.

You heard another gunshot and felt something hit your arm, pain radiating off it, but you tried to ignore it as the group ran for the big door that lead to the 'Scorch'. Thomas managed to get the door open and you followed the others out into the unknown, ripping a piece of cloth off the bottom of your shirt to tie around your wound, hoping the others wouldn't notice. You saw Newt glance back at you and slow down to wait for you to catch up before the two of you chased after the others.

The group finally arrived at what looked like an abandoned mall and you all slid down the sand dune and stumbled in. You took in your surroundings as best you could with the slight darkness around the edge of your vision, pressing down on the cloth tied around your arm. You heard faint conversation between Thomas and Newt which soon turned into an argument, bringing your attention to them.

"You brought us this whole way and you don't have a plan?" Newt yelled, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. Suddenly you felt light-headed and tried to find something to lean on, accidentally pushing something metal off a surface, drawing attention to you.

"Y/N?" Newt asked gently, his tone changing as he took a few steps in your direction. You looked up at the group, taking in their looks of concern and confusion before your legs gave out from underneath you and you fell to the floor, your vision blackening.

"Y/N!" Startled voices cried out and you felt yourself being pulled into someone's arms, brushing your hair out of your face as the others crowded around you.

"What happened to her?" You heard Aris ask, worry evident in his voice.

"I don't know!" Newt replied; obviously flustered before you felt a hand brush across the wound, causing you to flinch slightly. Moments later you felt your makeshift bandage being pulled off your arm and heard sharp intakes of breath and you guessed they had seen the blood and the bullet hole.

“Oh my god.” Aris whispered and you could imagine his hand covering mouth as it had done so many times before in the glade.

“I don't understand, when did she get shot?” Newt questioned loudly, his panic shown very expressly in his tone.

“It must've been on the way out, y’know with Janson and his guards…” Thomas muttered, his voice just audible.

“Does anyone know anything we can do to help her?” Minho asked, taking control of the situation.

“I don't know man, we don't have a lot to work with.” Winston sighed and you heard Newt’s breathing speed up and become uneven.

“We have to do something!”

“Frypan see if you can find any cloth we can use as a bandage for her arm.” Minho instructed and Frypan quickly set off, trying to find something to help. “Whilst he's looking, everyone else try and get as much stuff as we can take with us. Newt, you stay here with Y/N.”

The group dispersed, leaving Newt holding your body in an unconscious state, your head resting on his lap and one hand with your fingers loosely intertwined. You could feel Newt’s shaky breaths and he tried to calm himself.

“How could I let this happen to you?” Newt quietly said to you, making sure the others didn't hear. You wished you could convince your eyes to open and make yourself sit up to tell him it's not his fault, but your body was ignoring you. The two of you remained in silence until you heard shouts in the distance causing Newt to sit up, making sure not to injure you further in any way.

You weren't sure what was happening, all you heard was a surprised exclamation from Newt and soon found yourself being carried out of the building in the arms of a running British boy. You heard the others catching up and their shouts at each other to hurry up. All the time you and Newt were kept at the front of the group, the others trying to make sure you would be the first ones to get out. Soon all the shouting and disorientation got the better of you and you fell into a gentle sleep again.

When you woke up you were under a giant slab of brick, shielding you from the sun. Your arm was aching and your head was pounding slightly, the aftermath of the running and blood loss. You slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position before glancing at the people around you. Everyone was asleep except for Frypan who was left on watch over the group.

You coughed, the lack of water in your body making your throat dry and also bringing Frypan’s attention to you. The moment he saw you awake and ‘healthy’, his face lit up in a relieved smile.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed before pulling you into a hug, careful not to put pressure on your bad arm. You smiled and wrapped your other arm around his side, watching as the others stirred from the noise. One by one they realised you were awake and all had similar reactions to Frypan, especially Aris and Newt, who both pulled you in for a long hug, obviously relieved you were okay, the bags under their eyes visible.

Once you had drunk some water and had something to eat you changed your ‘bandage’ before tying your hair up and linking hands with Newt, ready to start in the next part of your journey. Little did you know, everything would go downhill from there.

Electricity

Request from @xdarksnowrosex - Hey!! Could you do avengers x reader imagine were reader is Tonys' kid and saves the avengers from really dangerous mission, that almost cost readers life? 😊

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The mission was supposed to be easy for the famous superhero team, but things never go quite to plan and this one didn't go to plan at all. Now 5/6 of them were out of action, some trapped under debris and some lying against a wall, trying to support themselves. The only one left was Iron Man, but soon joined his friends after being hit by some strange light beam, sending him crashing down.

You were waiting in the Quinjet after your dad forbade you from coming in with them, giving the whole “it's too dangerous for you” speech. As you say swinging your legs over the pilot’s seat and throwing a blue ball in the air you heard a crash and immediately sat up. After a moment, you heard another crash and a yell, making you jump out of the seat and grab your electric nunchucks and your protective gloves your dad made for you and ran out.

You hesitated just before running in to the building, your dad’s warning ringing in your head. But you were Y/N Stark, you were brought up with danger and your dad’s attention to warnings, meaning there was very little.

You pushed through the doors, quickly running towards where you knew the team would be and you were greeted by an unwanted sight. Everyone was on the floor, except your dad who was flying around but was soon hit out of the air.

“Dad!” You cried, quickly covering your mouth and taking a few steps back to try to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, it didn't work and you soon found everyone staring at you, including whatever the hell it was everyone was fighting.

“Y/N! Get away from here!” Your dad yelled out to you, but your attention was focused on the enemy that was now making it’s way towards you. You quickly pulled out your nunchucks from your belt and slipped in the gloves, getting ready to fight.

Most of the fight was a blur, you swinging your nunchucks at the enemy, landing a few hits but mostly trying to dodge attacks, bruises and cuts forming all over your body. You were starting to tire slightly when you saw the others slowly getting up. You kept fighting, trying to hold him off for long enough to let them regroup, twirling your nunchucks and repeatedly hitting the enemy.

The enemy caught your nunchucks, puling you into the air and leaving you hanging on. You looked up at him and smirked, causing a surprised look to appear across his face. You pressed the button on the end of your nunchucks, sending an electric pulse through them into him. The nunchucks started to crackle with electricity, sparks flying off it occasionally.

You hesitated for a moment before holding down the button, storing electricity to release in one go, knowing full well that you would be on the receiving end as well as him.

‘This is gonna hurt’, you thought before pushing the button down again. The electricity stored in the nunchucks was all released at once, causing the enemy to drop you and you to scream out in pain from the drop and the electricity.

Your head hit the floor and black spots started dancing before your eyes. You saw your dad reaching out towards you, a look of horror on his face. You smiled gently at him before leaning back and letting the darkness consume you.

*3rd person*

Seeing Y/N passed out on the floor set a spark off inside all of the team, especially her father. He turned from her sleeping figure to the enemy and charged at him in pure rage. The rest of the team followed, all of them now more determined than ever, not caring about their own injuries.

Finally they defeated the enemy and rushed to your side. Tony pulled Y/N into his lap, running his trembling fingers through her hair as Steve called Maria Hill on his comms and telling her to hurry.

When they got you back to Stark tower you were rushed to the medical ward, your dad struggling against the people holding him back. You were in bed for two days before you woke up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light. You saw your dad sitting in the chair beside your bed, his hair pointing everywhere and his mouth slightly ajar with small noises coming out every time he breathed out.

You leant forwards gently, ignoring the slight pain in your ribs that flared up as you put pressure on them and tapped your dad on the nose, muttering a quiet “boop”, causing his nose to twitch and his eyes to slowly open as he sat up in confusion.

“What- what's going on? Who died?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You laughed, his hand shooting away from his face at the sound. His eyes widened as he rushed forwards and pulled you into a giant hug, knocking the wind out of you.

“Hello to you too, dad.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around him. You sighed and nuzzled your head into his shoulder, both of you unaware of the rest of the team watching from by the door, smiles on their faces at the sight of father and daughter being reunited.

Sibling fights - Mark Fischbach (platonic)

Requested by anonymous: Hi! I was wondering if you could write where the reader is Markiplier's twin sister and they fight over something to where the reader just kinda leaves without a word and Mark spends the next couple of days trying to find her?Sorry if this is weird😅

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You had a strong relationship with your twin brother Mark, especially since the two of you did everything together for so many years, but even twins fight sometimes. Neither of you like fighting with each other but really it’s unavoidable, one of you will say something that sets the other off and everything spirals out of control from there. Today was one of the days where you had one of said fights, but this one was by far the worst fight you’ve ever had with each other.

It started with you both joking about each other, until it got to the point where you were joking about your jobs and Mark took it one step to far. You had just said that he just played games by himself all the time, which made him respond with what you considered too low a blow.

“Well you’re an actress, you just lie for a living.” He laughed, not noticing your change of mood, his comment actually hurting your feelings a bit. The end of your mouth twitched slightly as you covered your hurt with a smile. Mark then continued to make jokes of a similar sort until you suddenly snapped, yelling at him to stop halfway through a sentence. He looked at you in shock, having not expected your sudden outburst at all.

“Woah… What’s got you so touchy?” He asked, not realising he was just digging himself into a deeper hole. “Can’t you take a joke?”

“Yes, I can, but what you’re saying isn't a joke anymore Mark.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“Jeez, okay. No need to bite my head off sis.” Mark raised his eyebrows and muttered quietly to himself.

“Just go back to yelling at a camera for another hour.” You said, still annoyed. Your comment led to Mark turning to face you, this time he was the one looking offended.

“Sorry, what?” He questioned. From there on your previously light-hearted conversation turned into a full-blown yelling match between the two of you, getting beyond the point of reason. After a good half an hour you decided to end it and give you both time to cool off by turning around a walking out of Mark’s apartment, ignoring his mocking calls. As you walked down the pavement your anger slowly turned into tears and you soon found yourself with very damp cheeks in an empty park a few streets away. You texted your friend, asking if you could stay with her for a bit before making your way to her house, ignoring all of Mark’s texts and calls, knowing that the two of you needed some space after your fight.

You spent the next few days at your friend’s house, still ignoring Mark, until you decided to test the waters between you and your twin, walking back round to his house and tentatively knocking on the door. You heard footsteps approaching and saw a messy-haired Mark standing in the doorway. The two of you made eye contact before he pulled you into a tight embrace, whispering “I’m sorry” to you. You sighed and replied “Me too”, knowing that neither of you could spend too long apart or angry at each other after being so close for all your lives.

When you pulled away you stepped inside and sat down on his sofa. A mischievous glint entered your eyes as you grinned at your brother.

“You ready to get recked at Mario Kart?” You challenged, an expression matching yours appearing on his face and he quickly set up the game and sat next to you.

“Oh you're so on.”

DCWI - Liam Dunbar

Requested by Anon: Could you dating Liam Dunbar and being a vampire would include??xx

Him nervously admitting that he’s a werewolf to you

“I know”

Making a joke when you're introduced to the pack

Whispering terrible puns from across the room to distract him

Calling each other by your surnames

Star Wars references with Stiles

Helping him practise lacrosse

Running races

Keeping a tally of the winner each time

“Suck it, Dunbar” when you win

Seeing who can sneak up on each other best

Texting until 2am

Being his anchor

Him asking for help in history class

Group gaming with you two and Mason

Ruffling his hair before walking to class

Him escorting you to class from your locker

Stealing his food

“Do you really drink blood or..?” “Does silver really kill you?” “So is that a no?”

Forehead kisses

First kiss after helping his through a full moon for the first time

Hugs from behind

Always having some form of physical contact

Being goals tbh

DCWI - Dating Thor and being Tony’s sister

Requested by Anon: Dating Thor but being Tony's sister?xoxoxox

Him declaring you were beautiful as soon as he sees you

Not realising you’re Tony’s sister

“The Man of Iron is your brethren?”

Teaching him how be more ‘Midgardian’

Him having you on speed dial

Tony finding out from the rest of the team

Him confronting Thor about it

“I love her more than anyone else does”

“Fight me, Goldilocks”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing”

Forcing Thor and Tony to have a bonding evening

Tony needing reassurance that he’s still your favourite male

Braiding Thor’s hair

Him pulling you out of conversations to kiss you

Being completely enveloped when he hugs you

Spinning you around in a hug when he gets back from Asgard

Being able to lift Mjolnir

Him running around the tower shouting “SHE IS WORTHY”

Tony being SO SALTY when he finds out

Being his reason for staying on Earth

So many cuddles

Like seriously

At every opportunity

Cuddles 24/7

DCWI - Newt (Maze Runner)

Requested by Anon and michaelsshoe : Dating Newt would include?

Being the only other British glader

The other gladers being confused by your ‘Britishisms’

Talking in Cockney Rhyming Slang to have private conversations

Being like Alby’s little sister

Becoming best friends (and prank buddies) with Minho

Working with him in the garden

Your cooking being the highlight of everyone’s week

All the gladers respecting you

Even Gally

Whipped af

“Good morning love”

“Morning Newtie”

Being the only one allowed to call him Newtie

“How goes the work, Newtie?”

“Shuck off, Minho”

Him not leaving your side for the entire day when a greenie arrives

Being a gentleman to you

Hand holding at every opportunity

Cuddles every morning and night

Forehead kisses

Hello and goodbye kisses

Being his reason for staying hopeful

DCWI - Theo Raeken

Requested by Anon: Dating Theo would include…?

Being best friends with him when you were little

The pack trying to subtly steer you away from him

Introducing you to the supernatural side of Beacon Hills

Introducing you to the rest of the Chimera Pack

Being like a mum to the pack

Protecting you from the Dread Doctors

Being the brains behind the pack’s operations

Comforting him on the anniversary of his sister’s death (even though he killed her what)

Pack movie nights

Getting held as blackmail by Scott’s pack

Coming up with cover stories for him

Study sessions

Seeing his soft side that no one else sees

Him offering to turn you

Kissing him on the cheek

Him making you forget what you were saying

Not too much PDA

In private is a different story

Protective Theo all day every day

DCWI - Gally having a crush on you

Requested by im-just-one-of-the-avengers : “Gally having a crush on you would include”???

He’s tsundere af

He actually wasn’t a douche when he first met you

Subtly listens into conversations when he hears your name

Subtly watches when another glader starts talking to you

Getting jealous when they make you laugh

You’re a medjack and help Frypan with the cooking

He gets minor injuries to spend alone time with you

He’s always the last person to get food

Waits for you as you get your food

Tells you the recipe for his ‘special drink’

Very defensive (like threatening level)

“Say that again and I’ll make sure the last thing you see is the walls of the maze shutting”

Minho not-so-subtly dropping hints

Making you a separate hut and it’s his best work

Him falling in love with you as he sees your face light up when you see it

Him blushing furiously when you hug him

Kissing him on the cheek after a conversation

Him standing in shock watching as you walk away (Minho watching and laughing)

DCWI - Alby having a crush on you

Requested by im-just-one-of-the-avengers : Can u do the crush thing for Alby too?

Him answering all your questions when he shows you around

Becoming best friends with Newt

Helping him balance his leadership with relaxation

Being able to make the gladers listen to you

Like he’ll be asking them over and over to but not getting any response

And then you ask once and everyone does it

You’re really the one in charge but he has the title of leader

Being like a mum to the gladers

Your happiness being infective

The others getting you when the new greenie arrives

You always give the tours because you have the patience to explain to them

Chuck is your bb

Everyone else knowing Alby likes you

Being the only one who can always read Alby’s feelings/mood

The gladers looking up to you

Finding flowers by your bed every morning

Pretending to be asleep to find out who was leaving them

Being in a good mood for the rest of the day when you find out

DCWI - Leo Fitz

Requested by Anon: Dating Leo Fitz would include PLEASE!

First meeting him on the Bus after you join Coulson’s team

He’s a complete mess the first time he sees you

Like he can’t get a coherent sentence out to you

You finding it adorable and giggling quietly

He just stops trying and smiles like an idiot when he hears you laugh

But listen up, your first kiss is literally the Scott and Kira first kiss

Like he does it absentmindedly and doesn't realise until like an hour later (he freaks out when he realises what he's done)

Really bonding over his inventions

He explains them to you as you nod and smile

You're always the one to test the new weapons on missions

Helping him in the lab when Simmons is busy

Buying him a toy monkey for his birthday

Marathon of films and TV shows at night

Finishing each other's sentences

Not even needing to speak to each other in full sentences (which is really weird for other people to see because they only get half the conversation)

Being best friends with Simmons and Skye

He asks them for help to get you the perfect present

He's worried you won't like it right up until you get it

You always absolutely love it

He's always proud when he makes you smile or laugh

Baking snacks for everyone

Visiting him in the lab

Late night talking

Board and card games

Him getting nervous whenever you go on a mission

Reassuring him that he's good enough and you're not going to leave him

Having neighbouring bunks

But you usually end up sharing one

Absolute goals

The rest of the team love you guys together

Seeing you two happy puts them in a good mood

Long hugs

Kissing his cheek

Him playing with your fingers

D_WI - Ethan Nestor (Crankgameplays)

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do a what dating crankgameplays would be like please I understand if you can’t. 

I sure can, who doesn’t love our blue boy. Also has one swear word but other than that it’s clear. Enjoy!

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- Competing with Chica for his love

- Being in livestreams with him 

- You, Amy and Kathryn being squad goals

 - Hanging out in the office with the others 

- Singing duets with Ethan 

- Pranks until you drop 

- Intense af Mario Kart competitions 

- If you go abroad he would be constantly texting you 

- Counting down the days until you get back 

- Skype every night 

- Being the only person able to keep up with his hyperness 

- The others think you’re all innocent and cute 

- UNTIL 

- You stub your toe on one of the office chairs 

- And out comes the most creative and intense string of swearing they’ve ever hear 

- There’s a shocked silence, then Mark breaks out into a grin 

- “Can we keep her?” 

- So many puns 

- Netflix binging in the evening 

- Regular Harry Potter reruns 

- Piggybacks all day every day 

- Quite a touchy couple 

- Constant hand holding 

- Sometimes it’s the whole hand, sometimes just a few fingers 

- 2 am conversations are a regular occurrence 

- “If you turned into a giant marshmallow and then ate a marshmallow, would it be cannibalism?” “Ethan go the fuck to sleep” 

- A loving smile appearing on his face when he sees you interact with kids 

- Giving each other random dares the whole time 

- Neither of you ever failed a dare 

- That is until you dared Ethan to go a whole week without any form of physical contact with you 

- He didn’t even last two days 

- You now own quite a few of his shirts 

- Cute gifts at every celebration 

- Unsuccessful baking 

- Stopping him from running across the road when there’s a tiny gap 

- Having a minor heart attack every time he does something impulsive and dangerous 

- You’re the wittiest person he knows 

- Being referred to as “Mum and Dad” in the fandom 

- Supporting him in everything he does and vice versa

- Literally the other halves of each other

Where can I buy an Ethan

Subject 28

Request by madithemagicalfangirl : I wondering if I could get a aos imagine where the team rescue the reader who is a teen off a hydra base where they were training her to be a weapon and didn’t even give them a proper name just like subject 28 or something. The reader has telekinesis (kinda like eleven from stranger things) and they find a family in the team they never had and they teach her about the world and everything since she never got to with hydra and it’s all fluffy and cute in the ending? Thanks!

Of course you can! Sorry for the delay!

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The whole room was painted red as alarms flashed, and all you could hear was a conglomeration of sirens, gunshots and shouting. In an instant you were up against the metal bars of your cell, unable to escape but still wanting to know what was happening. You had gathered from fragments of passing conversations that someone had broken into the base but that was all you knew.

“GET BACK!” a voice shouted and you turned towards the source of the noise just as a flashing device was attached to the door of your cell. Your eyes widened as you realised what was happening and you pushed yourself off the bars as hard as you could, sending your body to the floor at the back of the small room.

You heard a bang before your vision was filled with smoke, then suddenly a pair of hands emerged from the smoke and grabbed onto your arms which you had raised above your head. The sudden contact caught you off guard, allowing your instincts and training to kick in as you ripped your arms out of the mysterious person’s hands and placed a kick where you thought their torso was, causing them to fall to the floor and giving you an opportunity to bolt out of the room.

You ran around the compound which was both familiar and unfamiliar, as you had spent most of your life there but had rarely been outside your cell, only for medical tests and training. You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you had to run. As you rounded a corner, you heard something like a gunshot but somehow gentler and before you could register that it was you who had been shot, you were falling to the ground, your vision going black.

***

You forced your eyes open and blinked rapidly, adjusting to the light which illuminated the small room you were in.

‘Oh great’, you thought, ‘I escape from one cell just to be thrown into another.’

You sat up and glanced around the room. It was mostly empty, just the bed which you were lying on, but outside the cell was a chair and some stairs leading to what you presumed was the only way out.

You had started walking around the cell, getting a feel for the space and checking for any possible escape routes when you heard a door open at the top of the stairs, followed by the sound of footsteps. You sat back down on the bed and watched as three people approached the cell. The first was a male with a stern yet kind face and a lack of hair on the top of his head, dressed in a suit. Next was a female with dark hair, more serious than the first, not showing any emotions on her face and dressed all in black. Lastly was a girl in her early twenties with long brown hair and obviously more relaxed than the other two, dressed in casual clothes and holding a tablet of some sort.

“Hello,” the man said, affirming your guess that he was the one in charge, “how are you feeling?” You didn’t answer and kept staring at the wall directly ahead of you.

“Are you hurt?” He tried, eliciting only a brief shake of the head from you which almost went unnoticed.

“Good, I’m glad. Now, what’s your name?”

“Subject 28.” You replied instantaneously, being used to being asked this on a regular basis.

“I mean, what’s your real name? The one you had before you were taken.” He asked, only gaining a blank stare in reply.

“You do have a name, right? Everyone has a name.” The younger girl said, a look of mild confusion appearing on her face.

“My name is Subject 28.” You repeated.

“Okay, how about this.” The man started, trying to bring an end to the cycle, “What would you like us to call you?” This shocked you as you couldn’t remember the last time in your life when anyone asked you what you wanted. You thought for a moment, remembering your time at the Hydra base. You couldn’t recall ever seeing another name for you on any documentation, but one memory did spring to mind. You remembered a scientist, the only one who ever treated you as something more than an asset. You remembered asking what her name was and thought of her response.

“Y/N,” she had said, smiling kindly at you, “My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” You said after a moment. The man smiled gently at your reply.

“Alright then Y/N. We just have a few questions for you. First, do you know where you are?” You shook your head, unable to remember how you ended up in the room. “Next question, do you know where you were before?”

“In a Hydra base.” You replied, remembering the symbol printed all over the walls and the constant repetition of the phrase ‘Hail Hydra’.

“Good. Last one, do you know why you were being kept there?” You felt all eyes on you as they waited for your answer.

“They wanted to use my ability against their enemies.” You said, eliciting a shocked sound from the girl.

“What? But she’s not a weapon, she’s a kid!” She cried.

“You think Hydra cares about age?” The other woman responded.

“Sorry, one more question.” The man interjected. “What exactly is your ‘ability’ that Hydra wanted to harness?”

“I can move things by thinking about it.” You said simply.

“You’re telekinetic? No way! That’s so cool!” The girl squealed, earning a look from the other two.

“Would you mind showing us?” The man asked kindly, his tone being one you weren’t used to. You glanced at the group for a moment before nodding, deciding you had nothing to lose, they couldn’t be worse than Hydra was. You stared at the tablet in the girl’s hand and imagined it moving up towards the ceiling. You heard the girl give out a startled yelp as the tablet started floating up until you stopped, allowing it to fall back down.

“Well, Y/N. I think we should introduce ourselves. My name is Phil Coulson, this is Melinda May and Skye. We work for SHIELD, you’re currently on one of our jets. Now it seems to me that you’re not used to being in the outside world, right? What do you say to us letting you out and showing you around a bit, help you to familiarise yourself with your new home?” You were shocked, you barely knew these people and they were offering you a home, something you hadn’t had in a very long time. You looked at them, wary of their unexpected kindness but you couldn’t see any hidden emotions in them, they seemed sincere in their offer.

Slowly you nodded. “I’d like that.”

“In that case, welcome to the team Y/N.” Coulson said. Skye pressed a button on her tablet and whatever was keeping you trapped before disappeared, allowing you to take your first steps out of the cell and into your new life.

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So I’ve been thinking, and I’ve decided that if enough people want it, I’ll write a second part to this where the reader meets the rest of the team and bonds with them as they teach her about life. If you guys want to see that, let me know.

Pillow fort - Ethan Nestor

Anonymous asked: Can you do one where the reader has the apartment to her self and she doesn’t wanna be alone so she calls Ethan?

Sure thing, hope you like it! Also thank you all so much for the overwhelming response to my last CrankGamePlays post, I have no idea why it got such a large response! Let me know if you want a part two!

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“Josh is here, I’m going! See ya later!” Your flat mate Elodie shouted from the other side of the apartment, followed by the sound of the door closing, leaving a slightly disturbing silence behind her. You glanced around, looking for something to do when you realised just how long it had been since you were last home alone. Usually Elodie or one of your other friends was here, or you were at the office with the team.

Suddenly, an idea came into your head and you picked up your phone, clicking on the contact labelled ‘My Bestest Bud In The Whole Entire Universe’ (you can guess who chose the name). After a few rings, you heard a voice on the other end of the line.

“Suuuuuuuh dude!” It said, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey Eth. What’re you up to?” You replied.

“Nothin’ really, just chilling at home. You?”

“Same as you. Anyway, Elodie’s gone out with Josh so I’m home alone and I was wondering if you wanted to come over.”

“Is this the real-life version of the ‘my parents aren’t home’ meme?” Ethan asked, laughing at his own joke.

“Haha, very funny Nestor. So, yes or no?”

“I’m on my way already.”

“No you’re not, you’re still in the same position you were when I called.”

“…that is correct. But I’m about to be on my way!”

“Cool, let yourself in when you arrive.”

“Okay byeeeeeeee!” He exclaimed before hanging up, leaving you to raid the fridge because that boy can eat.

——

If the sound of the lock clicking open hadn’t alerted you to Ethan’s arrival, his grand entrance certainly did. You were sitting on the couch, your back towards the door, scrolling on your phone when there were heavy footsteps and a cry of “INCOMING!”, shortly followed by a dip in the cushions as a second person appeared next to you.

“Took you long enough,” you greeted, barely flinching at his extravagance.

“Yeah, well I was leaving home when I saw a really fluffy pupper and I couldn’t just ignore it!”

“Fair enough. Anyways, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”

“I asked you first.”

“Well I asked you second.”

“My point exactly.” “…you got me.” Ethan conceded and glanced around the room, trying to decide what to do. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he leapt up off the couch.

“By golly I’ve got it!” He exclaimed in a British accent, making you raise an eyebrow as you waited for him to explain. However, due to your probably-too-long friendship, you simply followed his gaze and came to the same conclusion as he did.

“Pillow fort?”

“Hell yeah pillow fort!”

The two of you set to work gatherings pillows, blankets and chairs to construct your cosy den in front of your TV. After 15 minutes you secured the last sheet and stood back to admire your work.

“That looks rather good, if I do say so myself.” Ethan said, resuming his British accent.

“Oh yes, it looks absolutely spiffing!” You joined him, making the two of you laugh at your voices.

“After you m’lady.” He gestured to the entrance with one arm.

“Why thank you kind sir.” You curtsied before climbing in and lying down on the floor of pillows and waiting for Ethan to join you. As he settled himself in, you flicked through the movie choices before stopping on the first Harry Potter movie. An idea popped into your head, and you turned to Ethan, a big grin on your face.

“Harry Potter movie marathon?”

“Oh hell yeah!” He exclaimed, prompting you to leave the fort and put in the first DVD. As it loaded you went into your kitchen to get snacks, bringing out packs of crisps, two bags of popcorn and the ingredients for hot chocolate. As you put the mugs in the microwave to heat them you saw Ethan crawling out of the fort to join you, stopping to take a few pictures of it before entering the room.

He leant against the counter, watching as you moved around, preparing the drinks, a small smile appearing subconsciously on his face.

“You need any help?”

“I think I’m good,” you answered just as the microwave beeped loudly at you, signalling the end of the heating. “Can you bring the snacks and I’ll bring the drinks.”

“Okie dokie.” The two of you returned to the fort and repositioned yourselves before you hit play, signalling the beginning of a long night.

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About half way through the second movie, you started throwing popcorn in the air and tried to catch it in your mouth, Ethan watching you in amusement.

“Try me,” he said, and you complied, throwing a piece at his mouth which he caught with ease.

“My turn,” you said, handing him the bag, marking the start of your new game which had you both grinning and laughing by the time you got to the end of the bag. When that happened, Ethan returned his attention to the movie whilst you observed him for a few more moments, watching as he gazed attentively at the screen with a child-like wonder as Harry fought the basilisk, a small smile appearing subconsciously on your face.

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At some point late at night (or early in the morning, hard to tell) you started feeling sleepy, finding it harder to pay attention to the film, your mind becoming more occupied by thoughts of rest, the blanket draped over you adding to your weariness. You felt yourself nodding off slowly, until you gave in and let your mind switch off as you fell asleep.

Ethan, on the other hand, was still very much awake but noticed your sleeping form next to him. He let his body take over as he pulled the blanket on top of you higher up so you would be warmer, but as he released it he felt your fingers wrap around two of his, holding him there. He looked at your face to see if he had woken you but discovered you were still slumbering peacefully.

Unable to bring himself to pull his hand away, he used his free hand to grab the remote and turn off the TV before positioning himself next to you, and without realising what he was doing he draped an arm across your waist as you moved closer to the new heat source, making him blush slightly before closing his eyes and joining you in the land of dreams.

Peter Parker - Homework

Requested by peterparkersnerdgirl : “Hey Can u do an imagine where Peter Parker was helping u with your homework and u get distracted by him and u started kissing him”

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Your brain was a marvellous tool which allowed you to get into Midtown School of Science and Technology, a school full of kids who were geniuses in one way or another. Your natural talent for languages and maths was incredible, putting you in the high end of every class, except for one.

“Peter I don’t get why this is necessary, woodwork is such a useless and irrelevant class,” you whined to your boyfriend of a year, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head from his position on your bed. The two of you had a tradition of spending the weekend at each other’s house, which your parents and his aunt had eventually agreed to, provided the two of you did all your schoolwork. Unfortunately for you, this included your woodwork project.

“C’mon (Y/N), it’s not that bad.”

“Not for you it’s not, you’re actually good at it.” You got up from the foot of your bed and dramatically flopped down next to Peter, causing some of his pens to fall onto the floor.

“You’re good at it too babe, it’s a lot easier if you spend more than three minutes working on it though.” He retaliated, not taking his eyes off his page which was filled with physics equations and roughly sketched diagrams.

“But I’m not, Pete!”, you continued, “I know how it should work, but then I try it and it doesn’t work!” Even Peter couldn’t deny it, he’d seen first-hand how your attempts to construct even the simplest of things somehow managed to go wrong.

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Peter glanced over to your workstation in class, only to do a double-take upon seeing the state of your project. You were supposed to be making a cupboard as your final project of the year, but you had somehow managed to put on the doors backwards with the handles facing in, making you unable to open it to fix it. You were sat there with a look which Peter had to make a real effort not to laugh at. Not out of malice, of course, but because the face which you pulled reminded him so much of a picture Ned had shown him in a study period earlier that day.

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“Haven’t we done enough work anyway? We’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember!”

Peter laughed. “We’ve been doing homework for less than an hour, (Y/N).”

“What?!” You shot up from your lying down position, looking at him in despair before dropping back down. “Ughhhhhhh, I give up. Is it too late for me to drop out of high school?” Peter just chuckled and turned back to his homework, focusing back in on the question he was working on before your interruption.

You meant to try your work again, you really did, but instead you found yourself watching his face with a level of intensity that probably would’ve been creepy if the two of you hadn’t been together for as long as you had. His brow creased slightly and he pressed his lips together whilst twirling the pencil he held in his hand. His hair fell slightly in front of his eyes and god knows how many freckles he had dotted on his face.

“I really need to stop”, you thought, “this really is getting creepy.” But you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from his adorable face.

“How on Earth did I get so lucky with this guy?”

Somehow, maybe due to his spidey sense, Peter looked up from his work and back to you, feeling you watching him with such intensity and adoration. He smiled back down at you, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“Can I help you?” He joked, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the two of you probably wouldn’t be getting much more work done. He expected some kind of witty answer that you usually came out with, but was instead met with a pair of hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to your level, followed by a pair of lips being pressed to his. After a moment, he was released and pushed himself up slightly so he was hovering just above you.

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, obviously you can do that whenever you want, I really don’t mind, but-“ Peter’s high-speed rambling was cut off by a soft laugh which made him stop in his tracks and gaze down at who he thought was the most beautiful person who ever existed.

“God, I love you Pete.” His smile grew even wider, which you hadn’t even thought was possible at this point, and he leaned down again to press another gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Very much.”

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BONUS:

Peter adjusted himself so he was lying next to you, taking your hand in his and gently playing with your fingers. After a moment of silence, you turned to him.

“Hey Pete?”

“Hmm?”

“How much self-restraint did it take for you to not quote Star Wars at me just then?”

“Oh god, so much, you wouldn’t believe how hard that was for me!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you liked it! Also this is the picture I was talking about which is a constant mood tbh

Requests are still open!

Almost lost you

Requested by @glorious-idiot : Hi! I have a couple requests that I'll condense into 1 Can I request crankgameplays x reader for kiss prompt #11 or 73 Or for dialogue prompt "You need to be more careful" Thank you💙💙

Here you go babe, sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

Potential trigger warning for road accidents, nothing serious at all but just though I should warn anyone who may be sensitive to it.

#11 - ‘I almost lost you’ kiss

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It was another sunny day in LA, and the gentle breeze made it the perfect day for you to go out on a bike ride around town, especially since it was one of your first full days off in a long time. Not that you didn’t love your job, of course it was amazing to be able to work with your best friends every day, but a break from being constantly on the go is always welcome in your books. You had managed to find a fairly quiet route through town, going past a dog park without coming across too many people, which only added to your feelings of contentment as you rode smoothly along on your bike with your helmet on that your mother had drilled into your head that you always have to wear “just in case”. Turns out mother really does know best.

You came to a section of the road where the bike lane disappears for a few hundred metres, forcing you to have to merge onto the main road with the cars. Normally that would be fine, and you did all the right checks before moving across. However, the woman pulling out of the side road didn’t do the right checks, assuming that the road would be clear as she was in a bit of a rush. This meant that the front of her car went right into your bike’s back wheel as you almost passed her, sending you spinning off your bike and onto the ground, skidding slightly on the rough surface of the road.

“Oh my god! Holy shit! Oh fuck!” You heard a voice yell, followed by the sound of doors slamming, which only made your head hurts even more than it did from the sudden impact.

“I’m so so sorry! Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay!” The voice said frantically, and you looked up to meet the woman’s eyes. She was very obviously distressed and freaking out even more than you were, even though you were the one who almost got hit by a car for Christ’s sake. You forced a smile and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, wincing slightly from the grazes on your elbows.

“I think I’m alright. You didn’t get me, just the back of my bike, and I had my helmet on so...” you trailed off, glancing at your body and realising that you had actually got very lucky with your injuries, as your grazed arms and legs seemed to be the extent of the damage, since neither the car nor the bike had been moving that fast.

“Are you sure? Oh my god I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see you and then it was too late!” The woman was still panicking, her phone in hand, make you aware for the first time that she had called an ambulance to come and help you.

“Hey, it’s okay, it was an accident, and I’m honestly fine, I promise.” You reassured her, attempting to calm her down, before hearing the wail of sirens getting closer and closer until the ambulance pulled up a short distance from you. The paramedics made their way over to you and brought you back to the ambulance, leaving the woman to continue her small crisis and taking you away to the nearest hospital.

———

“I have to say, (Y/N), you are very lucky indeed that the car didn’t hit you head on, otherwise we may be in a very different situation.” The doctor said as both of you stood up, heading for the door so you could go home. All their checks had come back with no serious injuries, leaving you with the advice to just be extra careful for the next few days.

“Thank you very much Doctor, I really appreciate it.” You smiled.

“Not at all, you take care of yourself now!” And with that, you were left to sign a few forms before heading outside the hospital. It was only at that moment that you realised that none of your friends had any idea what had happened to you, and that your boyfriend Ethan would probably be getting worried that you hadn’t replied to his messages. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialled the familiar number.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you?” Came a rushed response as soon as Ethan had answered his phone, which was only after two rings.

“Babe, it’s okay, I’m fine. Now, don’t freak out, but I’m at the hospital.”

“WHAT?? Holy shit what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Oh my god are you dying?! What’s going on??”

“Hey, I told you not to freak out!” You joked, hoping to distract from the current situation, but failing miserably.

“Well it’s too late for that now! I’m getting in my car right now, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You sighed gently but smiled to yourself, taking some comfort from the fact that Ethan was on his way. About 10 minutes after the call, you saw a familiar car pull up on the other side of the car park and a very familiar face popped out, eyes darting around trying to find you.

“Ethan!” You called out, waving one arm to get his attention. As soon as he saw you he was running towards you, crossing the distance in an impressively short time. Instantly he started checking over you body for any obvious injuries, babbling on about how he got here as soon as he could and how he should’ve been with you to stop you from getting hurt. At that you gently grabbed his hands with yours, putting a stop to the frantic motion and making him look you in the eyes for the first time since arriving.

“Ethan. I’m fine. Really. And it’s not your fault, it was an accident, it could’ve happened to anyone.” It was then that you noticed the build up of tears in his eyes, tears at the thought that he could’ve lost you that day if everything had happened just a moment earlier or later. You quickly pulled him in for a hug, him clinging to you like you would disappear if he let go and you taking comfort in his presence. After a little while he pulled back, looking you in the eyes again.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Please.”

“I won’t. I promise.” At that he gently cupped your face with one hand, the other positioned behind your neck to pull your face up towards his as he leaned down. The two of you met in the middle in a soft but emotion-filled kiss. You arms slowly went up around his neck as he kept your body pressed against his, not caring that you were in public. His only concern was that you were safe and okay and that you weren’t going to disappear in a second. Eventually the two of you separated, but only a short distance, with Ethan pressing your foreheads together gently, the tears still visible in his eyes at such a close range.

“God, I love you so much.” The boy’s words brought a smile to your face in spite of the events of the last day. “Please don’t leave me, if something happens to you again I don’t know what I’ll do.” A few of the tears made their way silently down his face as his eyes roamed your face, taking in every detail. You pulled your boyfriend into another hug, this one less desperate than the last, but the emotion was still there.

“I love you too. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”