I’m so sorry for the lack of posting. School has started and it’s my Junior year of high school which means it's a really important year. I have soccer and I’m really trying to improve at that and take better care of myself. This isn’t an excuse as to the lack of writing, but I wanted to let y’all know what’s been happening. I will say I am working on a Song Imagine but it probably won’t be out for a while.
Words: 2029
Pairings: 1940s!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: It is a flat out feels trip
Author’s Note: First off: This imagine is written differently. I did it in 1st POV to give it more of a narrative type of feel. So my sister showed me this song and I loved it so much that naturally, I had to write this because I’m angsty af. Please comment, like, and reblog! If you enjoyed this then you can follow me for more stuff like this!
Song: I’ll Be Here from Ordinary Days
We met, of all places,
In front of Gristedes some freakishly cold winters day.
I had on several unflattering layers of wool.
He slipped on the ice with his grocery bags full,
So I rescued some Fruit Loops he dropped by the curb
And he made some remark that my smile was superb
I thought that was sweet and I started to go and he said
“Hey, whatcha doing tomorrow?”
The sun was shining brightly as it lit up the bustling city of New York as I strolled down the street. Soggy, gross snow that had turned brown from the dirt and grime from the street had trailed alongside the sidewalk. I wore rain boots to protect my feet from the slush that sat between the sidewalk and the street where I was about to cross.
Words: 870
Pairing: Avengers x fem!Reader, Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Warnings: A little angst? Maybe some funnies?
Authors Note: Sorry this is kind of short!! I’ve been busy with trying to get ready for school to start in a couple weeks and soccer has started up so I apologize!!
“I want you to be taking AP Chemistry and Pre-AP Algebra 2. English and History don’t matter,” Tony stated as he filled out your course sheet for school. “Also, you’ll be going under your real name but your story is that, well, your parents passed so you moved up here from where ever and are living with your Aunt and Uncle. If for any reason you need to be pulled out, 2 agents will be assigned to you but honestly you can just teleport out of there, as long as you don’t get caught,” he continued to ramble.
Words: 870
Pairing: Avengers x fem!Reader, Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Warnings: A little angst? Maybe some funnies?
Authors Note: Sorry this is kind of short!! I’ve been busy with trying to get ready for school to start in a couple weeks and soccer has started up so I apologize!!
“I want you to be taking AP Chemistry and Pre-AP Algebra 2. English and History don’t matter,” Tony stated as he filled out your course sheet for school. “Also, you’ll be going under your real name but your story is that, well, your parents passed so you moved up here from where ever and are living with your Aunt and Uncle. If for any reason you need to be pulled out, 2 agents will be assigned to you but honestly you can just teleport out of there, as long as you don’t get caught,” he continued to ramble.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Do I really have to take AP Chem and Pre-AP Algebra 2? I’m not good at chemistry or math,” You argued. You didn’t see the point in taking advanced classes when after high school you wouldn’t be going to college.
“You are taking those classes and I don’t want any ands or buts, that's final. Banner and I will help, don’t worry,” Tony stated.
“But-“
“No, I said no buts.”
“You’re so stubborn.”
“Whatever. An agent will turn this in and they’ll put you into some classes. You start school in a week,” Tony stated, handing the file off to some agent.
You rolled your eyes. You did not want to go to a new school with new people. You were going to be the kid with a tragic story and everyone is going to pity you. You gagged at the thought. You didn’t know whether to cry or explode in anger.
Steve later entered the room and took a seat at the table. He placed the iPad he was carrying on the table. “Ok so you will just pop to school because it’s easier but I want you to pop in the subway bathroom. We don’t need anyone seeing you outside of school, plus most if not all of those kids live in Queens so they won’t be in the subway,” Steve stated, fiddling with iPad screen. “How do you work this thing? This is impossible..”
“Here,” You said, swiping your finger against the screen to pull up a map. Steve motioned to where you were to go and you nodded. It wasn’t very complicated. “Okay, so I pop in the subway bathroom.”
Pop is the word you and Steve use when referring to teleporting. You hated the word teleport and it's too long so you and Steve decided on “pop” because everything disappears with “pop!"
“What if someone in is the bathroom?” You asked.
“That’s why you will pop into one of the stalls that have a sign on the door saying that it’s out of order so no one will see you,” Steve explained.
“Okay. So I pop into the bathroom stall and then just walk to school? What about after school?” You asked.
“You’ll have this metro card to get back in and then just do the same thing back,” he stated, handing you a plastic card that said “Metro” on it.
You walked cautiously down the street; your new Adidas sneakers, courteous of Tony Stark’s credit card, pounded against the dusty concrete as you made your way to the school. You tugged at the bottom of your denim jacket as you approached the doors of Midtown High school.
You hesitantly entered the school, almost falling as you could feel people shouldering past you. You gently pulled out your schedule and the map of the school, trying to navigate your way around the unfamiliar building.
“Uhhh, locker 227..” You mumbled to yourself, scanning the locker numbers. You eventually found it and opened it with the combination giving to you. “15-30-13..” You muttered as you tried the combination. The lock popped open and you started emptying your pack back.
As more people started filing into the hallway, you started to feel uncomfortable. You could feel their stares pouring into your back as if you were blue with horns coming out of your forehead.
“Is she the new girl?” someone whispered.
“Yeah, I heard her parents were murdered,” someone else replied.
“I thought it was a plane crash?” another said.
“It wasn't a plane crash, stupid. It was a car crash,” one stated confidently.
It was the first day of school; you had just reached your locker before your first class, and you were already hearing whispers. Word travels fast in this school. You bit your lip, trying to refrain yourself from jutting into their conversation; you didn’t need enemies on the first day of school.
The boy who stood next to you, looking through his locker, took notice. He didn’t say anything to the group of kids, but you could tell he was listening to their conversation. You could see him glancing at you out from the corner of your eye.
“Uh, um... Hey, hi,” the boy stuttered. “I’m-I’m sorry about them, just ignore them,” he said, looking at you.
You met his brown eyes briefly before turning back to your locker. “Thanks.”
“My name is Peter Parker,” he introduced, a little bit more confidently.
Sorry to be a late comer but would you mind tagging me in the next part of second chances, I am currently obsessed and can't wait for the next one thank you x
Of course! No problem! I’m so happy you are enjoying it!
Words: 786
Warnings: Character Death, Angst
Pairings: Bellamy x Reader, Kabby, Lincoln x Octavia, Harper x Monty
Episode: 3x09 Stealing Fire
Author’s Note: This is a little bit shorter than most parts and it’s not very good in my opinion. Sorry!
You sat on in a chair, staring down at your hands. You twiddled your thumbs mindlessly as all hope had been drained from your body as you thought about what Pike might do to Kane.
Your mind wandered as you thought about losing someone else you cared about. You had already lost your real father, you didn’t want to lose Kane too.
Miller and Harper were also in the room, staying silent as they thought and schemed to try and get Kane and them out of this situation.
There was a knock on the door and everybody’s eyes shot up, you didn’t dare move.
Miller and Harper stood from their seats. Miller sent you a look and you just nodded before he opened the door. “What do you want?” Miller asked aggressively to the person on the other side. “What do you-“
“Shh,” They said, though you could really see who it was.
You stood from your seat to find Bellamy and Monty at the door. Bellamy took out a knife; Miller and Harper instantly pulling out their guns. “Whoa, whoa, hey,” Miller said.
“It’s ok,” Bellamy stated. He then cut open a part of Miller’s jacket to reveal a small microphone. Monty then slipped the chip into a pocket of his bag.
Miller and Harper sent him a suspicious glare. “The bag blocks the signal. Now we can talk,” Monty stated.
“Who put it in there?” Miller asked, a hint of hurt in his voice.
“That’s not important right now. Pike just sentenced Lincoln and Sinclair to death alongside Kane,” Bellamy said, meeting your eyes. You met him with a hard stare.
“Hmm. Are you trying to scare us?” Harper asked, not believing them.
“No. We’re here to help. I’m sure you have a plan to break them out. What can we do?” Monty asked.
“What are you talking about?” Harper replied, arms crossed.
“Harper, come on,” Monty said.
“Look we came to help from the inside. To pull this off, we need people to hand them off to on the outside,” Bellamy stated.
You stepped up closer to the boy. “We wouldn’t even be having this conversation if it wasn’t for you,” You spat, before spinning and going back to your seat.
“We seriously don’t know what you’re talking about,” Miller said.
“You think we want them to die?” Monty asked.
“You know what? Forget it. If my sister wants to save Lincoln’s life, you tell her to meet me at the Dropship in an hour,” Bellamy stated, his hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched as he stormed out of the room.
“Bellamy!” Monty called but to no use. He returned his gaze to Harper with a sad look. “After everything we’ve been through, you don’t trust me?”
You scoffed with a slight roll of your eyes.
“Does your mom know you’re here, Monty?” Harper asked coldly. With that, Monty turned and left the room behind Bellamy.
“Okay, S, come in,” You said through your ear piece as Octavia made contact with Lincoln. “Stay where you are. Repeat, stay where you are. The exit is not clear,” You lied.
“How many guards?” Octavia asked though she wasn’t really concerned.
“Too many. I said ‘stay put,’” You ordered, hoping Pike’s people on the other side would hear. You followed Harper, who reopened the hatch to reveal the exit was clear.
“That was Monty?” You asked.
“Guess he’s with us after all?” Miller added.
“Pike will find out,” Kane said.
“We don’t know that. What we do know is we have to move,” Abby demanded.
You all snuck to the secret passage way, Kane and Miller moving the wall for everyone to go through.
“Go, go, go, go. Go, come on,” Kane rushed.
You ran through the tunnel behind Miller and Harper.
You trudged behind everyone, already outside of the camp.
Octavia slowly woke up on the horse. “Lincoln..” She mumbled.
Lincoln was brought towards a puddle of mud by two guards. Octavia hopped off the horse and crawled closer towards Arkadia to get a better look. Your eyes followed her gaze to the scene. Lincoln knelt down in the mud as everyone watched. Pike aimed the gun at Lincoln’s head when he looked towards Octavia.
“Meibi oso na hit choda op nobotaim. [Maybe we meet again.]” Lincoln said, as you read his lips.
At this, you turned away, stepping to the back. Tears escaped down your cheeks at the situation, your mind instantly snapping to the boy who had the ocean in his eyes, Jessie. The boy you had lost. You never got to say goodbye. You would never hear his voice; you would never get to say how much you loved him.
If Peter has to die in Infinity War, even temporarily, I want to FEEL it. No boom, he’s dead, back to the battle.
I want to see Tony hugging his dead body, hear him screaming and crying like any dad who just lost his only child.
I want to see Groot realize that, though he’s just a teen, he’s not invulnerable.
I want to see Wanda cry because she can feel Peter’s death and Tony’s grief and she knows what it’s like to lose your whole world.
I want to see Strange run over and try to staunch the blood flow, do CPR, do anything to desperately try to save his new friend.
I want to see Rhodey pulling a struggling Tony away from Peter’s body, his own voice shaking as he tries futilely to calm his best friend down.
I want to see Clint and Scott pat whatever part of their uniforms holds the picture of their kids while Clint starts moving towards Wanda.
I want to see everyone look at the friends and loved ones they have on that battlefield with shock and grief and a new terror in their eyes because the teenager - the happy, sassy, brilliant teenager with a long life ahead of him who had more protection on that battlefield than anyone thanks to Stark tech and a hoard of protective adults - was just killed in front of them. And if he couldn’t survive… can any of them?
Since y'all seem so happy with me, have some more:
I want to see Hulk roar like he’s never roared before and smash everything that dares to try to approach his grieving science bro.
I want to see the Cloak of Levitation slowly wipe away Stephen’s tears and this time Stephen lets it because his hands are shaking too much.
I want to see Quill freeze as he listens to Tony scream Peter’s name because that dead body could’ve been him and the screaming mess of a person could’ve been his beloved Gammy.
I want to see Gamora drop what she’s doing and run to protect her own Peter, as if just her nearness could see him safely through the battle.
I want to see Rocket jump onto teen Groot’s shoulder and hug him tightly with his tail while pouring his newfound terror into a storm of bullets.
I want to see Mantis use her powers to soothe Tony, but for a moment she just screams and cries alongside him as she’s overwhelmed by his agony.
I want to see Drax move to protect Mantis and Tony, his gaze hollow as he remembers his own dead child.
I want to see Wong, with tears in his eyes, open a portal to a safe, quiet place and gently, oh so gently, pick up Peter’s lifeless body and place it in that safety.
I want to see Steve’s eyes go wide as he realizes that Tony was right all those years ago: they’re not soldiers. They’re just friends and lovers and siblings and parents fighting - and failing - to protect the people they love.
Words: 1257
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, death
Author‘s Note: This is really bad but I wrote it at 1:30 am so here ya go
Say something, I’m giving up on you
I’ll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere, I would’ve followed you
Say something, I’m giving up on you
“I love you.”
He wasn’t listening.
“Our spot, later?”
“Yeah, yeah, course. I have to go, Stark internship,” He said, grabbing his backpack and sprinting out the doors.
“Bye, Peter,” You whispered, watching him disappear behind the corner. “What are you doing, Y/N?” You muttered to yourself, as you grabbed your stuff from your locker.
Thoughts flooded your mind. What were you doing? Since Stark, you don’t even exist to him. The “I love you’s” stopped, the goofy smile faded, the late night chats disappeared.
“Stop thinking like that! It’s bad!” You shouted as your feet carried you closer to your apartment building. You drowned out the nasty thoughts by focusing on the sound of the cars driving past you.
By the time you got home, it was time to meet Peter in your special spot. You dropped off your backpack in your room before running out the door and up to the roof of your building.
You waited. When he didn’t show, you checked your phone.
7:45, no messages.
You groaned. You had been waiting for an hour and he still hadn’t shown. Did he forget? You looked out over Queens, the neighborhood lit up but street lamps.
Just as you were about to leave, Peter decided to show up.
“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m late. The-“
“Internship took longer than you expected..” You interrupted. You had heard the same excuse every time he was late, which was to everything nowadays. “Peter, I don’t know if I can do this. If you want me, then I am here, but you can’t keep ditching me for Stark. I know that it’s a great opportunity, but I never see you anymore,” You stated.
“Y/N… This means a lot to me,” He started.
“I know. But I should too. I should mean a lot to you, too. Obviously, I don’t though, seeing as you never want to spend time with me. Oh, and when we do spend time together, you’re always at least an hour and a half late. It’s obvious that you love the Stark Internship more than me,” You snapped.
He looked at you, confusion and shock evident in his expression.
You waited for him to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. His eyes turned sad and his shoulders dropped.
“I would’ve done anything for you,” You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.
And I’m feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I will stumble and fall
I’m still learning to love
Just starting to crawl
“How could I be so fucking stupid?” He cursed as he realized what had happened.
He couldn’t believe himself. He had lost his first love and his best friend. He had never loved anyone like he had you. He knew he was going to make mistakes, but he never thought he would lose you.
The world seemed bigger without him by your side, knowing that he was gone. You felt like a little spec in this big universe without him. Whenever you used to be with him, the world always seemed smaller and less scary. Now, it was as if everything you thought you knew was wrong. As if you knew nothing and would never feel the same contempt you would feel when he hugged you.
Say something, I’m giving up on you
I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Anywhere, I would’ve followed you
Say something, I’m giving up on you
You walked home by yourself after a day of successfully avoiding Peter Parker. You stared down at your phone as you carelessly made your way home.
“Y/N! Watch out!” Someone called. You stopped where you were, looking up from your phone to see who the voice belonged to.
A huge delivery truck had collided with you, sending your body hurling towards the ground due to the harsh impact. You didn’t have any time to react; you didn’t stand a chance.
All Peter could do was watch. He wasn’t being Spider-man, he was just Peter Parker. He screamed, cursing himself. He hadn’t changed because he was trying to catch up to you, to try and get you back.
He ran out into the street to see you crumpled on the ground. “Y/N?” He whispered, cupping your cheek. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you, I’m sorry,” Peter mumbled to you, but there was no response. “Please say something, please. Y/N…"
Before he could do anymore, the driver of the truck was kneeling next to him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see her. I’m so sorry," he said, repeating the words.
“Call 911, please!” Peter yelled, tears falling from his eyes instantly.
And I will swallow my pride
You’re the one that I want
And I’m saying goodbye
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, Y/N, say something. I love you! You mean more to me than any internship. You’re the one that I want, not that stupid internship, not if it means I can’t have you. You’re my best friend, please…” Peter pleaded, cradling your broken body.
He wheezed, trying to catch his breath as if all of it had been knocked out of him. He could feel a little part of him die, his world fading. He shook his head, pleading for you to just say something.
“I love you, I love you…” He repeated, look at you.
Blood poured from a crack in your head, making your hair sticky and matted. Your neck turned to a red and purple as the sticky red liquid trickled from your lips. Dirt and gashes covered your face and body.
Peter couldn’t hear anything but his cries and his pleas going unanswered. His eyes didn’t dare leave your frame, as though if he looked he way he would never see you again.
Peter screamed and cried when he felt a pair of arms pulling him away from you. He looked to see who it was, to find an ambulance and police cars surrounding you. He didn’t notice they arrived, he was to wrapped up with you to notice. “No! NO! Let go of me! She’s my best friend! No! I can’t leave her! Please!” He begged, but he was only met by sad faces.
“I’ll take it from here,” he heard a familiar voice say. “Kid, hey, there’s nothing you can do, let the paramedics do their jobs.”
He looked up to see Tony standing there with a sympathetic look. Peter’s face was red and puffy has steers continued to fall.
Tony was about to say something when a cop walked up to them. “Are you her family?” He asked Peter.
Peter shook his head. “I’m her boyfriend; I’m her best friend,” Peter choked out.
The cop shook his head. “I’m sorry. She didn’t make it, she died instantly…She didn’t feel any pain...”
Peter’s hand traveled to his face to cover his eyes as he looked down at the ground. He shook his head, refusing to believe that you were gone.
“They said that they’ll let you say your goodbye,” The cop added.
Peter nodded slightly, walking over to your body that was now in a black bag on a gurney. “I’m sorry… I love you…. goodbye…” He whispered.
Say something, I’m giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn’t get to you
And anywhere, I would have followed you
Say something, I’m giving up on you
Say something, I’m giving up on you
Say something….
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