and this scene took my breath

  • Izuku: [sneezes]
  • Class 1-A: [watches closely in adoration]
  • Uraraka: [is taking 20 photos of the scene]
  • Todoroki: thanks @ god
  • Kirishima: pls tell me someone took a video of that!
  • Katsuki, under his breath: un-fucking-believable
  • Aizawa: everyone, shut the fuck up. Also give me 5 of those photos.
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#let me tell you one thing about this #sebastian stan’s acting #all i see when i look at his face is terror #you can literally see 2340958 different emotions in his eyes #he’s breathing so heavily #and it just makes it look so real #he looks so afraid #but what shatters my heart the most is that he’s afraid of himself #bucky wanted to get away from everything #he didn’t choose this life #he was forced by hydra #bucky barnes is not a villain #i can’t look in his eyes in this scene and even imagine him being the villain #his eyes are screaming #help me #i’m sorry i took the lives of innocent people help me #i’m sorry i almost killed you steve help me #SO ANYWAY #props to sebastian stan for acting this out #because there was a lot of stuff going on in bucky’s internal monologue

anonymous asked:

Please please share your thoughts on Wonder Woman? Thank you! :)

ANYONE WHO WATCHED WONDER WOMAN (2017) DIR. PATTY JENKINS AND WASN’T COMPLETELY IN LOVE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED

Some thoughts:

  • So we all knew it was going to be emotional to FINALLY have a female superhero movie, but the movie exceeded those expectations. The fight scenes were incredible and so focused on Diana and what she was capable of – the men basically weren’t even there. The fuckin no man’s land scene SAVED MY LIFE. Superhero movies are known for being heavy handed and this one didn’t escape that for sure (the love speech at the end was….a lot), but that scene was so well done…they didn’t have to stoop to some Éowyn knock off line of “I am no man,” we were allowed to just see her do what real women do - step up and do it. Even though that wasn’t the first time we’ve seen her in full Wonder Woman costume on screen, it felt like it was, like it was the first time I’d EVER seen ANY hero before and it took my breath away. By far the best Superhero Reveal Moment I’ve ever seen. My girl taking out bullets right and left, drawing fire from the entire German army!! Fuck me up!!!
  • You can’t talk about this film without talking about gender role reversals. Chris Pine was So Perfect and I think they really couldn’t have pulled the movie off if they’d cast any other white boy in the role. He was funny but genuine, capable but never arrogant, charming but not entitled about it. He learned quickly what Diana was capable of and respected her for it, always moving to the sideline during the fight scenes (the shield moment with the bell tower comes to mind - who needs a sniper when you can fuckin launch a god at the shooter??), knowing that these were her fights and never trying to mansplain her out of them. He wanted to protect her, but didn’t underestimate her - all the things that a typical female romantic interest does in these kind of movies. It was amazingly well balanced, so much so that I didn’t even mind the romantic sub plot. Plus he was almost entirely naked there, way to play to the audience my dudes!!!!
  • The historical context did the movie such a great service. The outward displays of sexism became so ridiculous when faced with Diana, who genuinely had never had to deal with the patriarchy’s bullshit before. It didn’t just make the men in London look pathetic and mean, it cast a large shadow over the way that women are treated today. 
  • The Dark DC Gradient™ on all the shots isn’t my favorite but it did Chris Pine’s fuckin bright blue eyes a huge favor
  • Gal Gadot was so fuckin good??? Not only was she beautiful, like really really distractingly beautiful, like I kept having to force myself to pay attention to the dialogue cause I, like Steve Trevor, could not stop looking at her (and she’s standing next to Genuine Stud Chris Pine and still?? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL). But she was way more then that, her performance was spot on. Diana was naive, commanding, strong, compassionate - while never being reduced down to just a one note version of these things. She felt so real to me, in a genre that spends very little time on character development. Even in the sappiest parts of the script, she sold it. She absolutely sparkled. 
  • Some of the best dialogue was the back and forth between Diana and Steve when she’s asking questions about mankind/London - it was cute and funny without being too overdone or obvious, which it easily could have been
  • The villains weren’t much to write home about, but they didn’t need to be. The movie was so laser focused on Diana and Steve that they really didn’t matter, you could self insert whatever you wanted to there
  • Themyscira is the ideal for I too want to hang out on the beach and never see a man again
  • Also that lesbian line, and how stupid male reviewers blindly did not understand it!!! Fuckin drag em
  • But also the fight scenes on Themyscira were INCREDIBLE. I wish that first section had been a bit longer just because I was enjoying it so much, but it was so refreshing to see all women on screen - women who fought and loved and supported each other. Incredible. 

I haven’t enjoyed, really enjoyed, to the point of not having to think about the message or the structure or how much fuckin time I’ve wasted listening to some male superhero talk about honor or some equally boring garbage, since The Avengers came out in 2012. Even then, Wonder Woman felt like something else entirely. It leaned on many of the same tropes and sequences, but there was enough reinvention in between (particularly the characters, who I felt were much more fleshed out then any superhero movie I’ve seen before) to make it feel fresh and exciting. This so easily could have been a throw away movie, a chance for movie execs to point and say, hey we tried with women that one time!! But Patty Jenkins, and Gal Gadot, and all the other women who worked on this incredible production, knew what was at stake, and weren’t going to let that happen. Every time I see a little girl dressed up as Diana Prince, on her way to the theater, my heart fills more and more. During the film, I found myself on the verge of tears five or six times - sometimes because it was so beautiful, to see a woman who felt so real being strong and vulnerable and saving the damn world, but other times because the plot itself genuinely moved me. Wonder Woman is revolutionary for the industry, sure, but more importantly, it’s just a damn good movie. 

She would fill the world with it, with her light-her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster-but light, light to drive out the darkness.
She was not afraid.
She would remake the world-remake it for them,those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart; a world so brilliant and prosperous that when she saw them again in the Afterworld, she would not be ashamed. She would build it for her people, who had survived this long, and whom she would not abandon. She would make for them a kingdom such as there had never been, even if it took until her last breath.
She was their queen, and she could offer them nothing less.
Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand outstretched.“Get up”, the princess said.

My interpretation of the scene, with young Celaena manifested as fire; her “light”.

Amsterdam

This was about 10pm in May just after a day of patchy, moody showers. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fascinated by such wondrous sight ever. I don’t think I can properly describe the feeling that this scene gave to me but I’m going to try. The air was warm and the breeze playfully fluttered around my face and about my hair. The light drizzle of rain was invigorating and my skin was dewy with droplets, almost luminous in the pinkish light. Every time I took a deep breath, and I mean a deep breath, as in filling your lungs completely, of the fresh, clear and crisp air, I almost felt like I was in some sort of book description or something, like I felt radiant, and I imagined my eyes to be sparkling with wonder…I don’t know, it sounds weird but that’s the closest I can come to what I felt. As we crossed canals around The Nine Streets I felt like I couldn’t get enough. I kept twirling around, trying to soak in everything at once. The clouds just wouldn’t stay still! Every time they moved, a more beautiful scene morphed out of the former. The colours bloomed and transformed from cool blues to soft pinks until they formed this scene in the picture. Rosy-fingered, flocculent clouds floated softly in front of a crisp, pure blue, tinged with a faint goldish-yellow. The canal below was streaked with colour and glowed softly, winking at me from below. The whole scene was simply magical. There was some sort of heavenly, ethereal beauty that just refused to be captured on camera. 

Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)

Genre: Angst, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person
Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!

A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.

Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.

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Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.

I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.

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A quick review of Michael Lee Brown as Evan Hansen, written by the wonderful and amazing @bowtiedbitch, who saw the show with MLB two days ago and was kind enough to share this with me! (with some very minor edits for clarity)

“So he came out to rapturous applause, and at the time I wasn’t sure why but now I know [it was his debut as Evan]! He was so amazing and true with the anxiety ticks, it seemed so real and he would talk fast in the beginning telling the story about his palms being sweaty. His physicality at being withdrawn and nervous showed perfectly, and his intention was always spot on. The parts that got me the most were “Worlds Fail” and “So Big/So Small”. The whole build up with the family arguing over the reveal of Connor’s suicide note, I only had eyes for MLB. His face. Oh my god, you could SEE the building anxiety and emotions. 

“He was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, he was rubbing/tapping his chest and pulling at his hair, he alternated between hyperventilating and not breathing until he just exploded in a sob with the reveal. How he sang through the sobbing– because he was full on sobbing–I have no idea. At one point spit fell from his mouth and landed audibly on the stage. It was aggressive, deep from within crying. The other characters all just stared, stunned. 

“After he went though it and ran out and went to the scene with his mother, it got even more powerful. She goes to hug him when she talks about how she knew she’d miss things. And he jumped at her. He held on, sprawled in her lap, crying into her shoulder. And the next scene? At the orchard? Put together. He took the few minutes to quick change and wipe the tears, breath, come onstage for the last scene.”

Damn It, Jared!

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.

Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.

Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.

A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.


You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears. 

You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t

Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around. 

The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.

Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.

You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.

You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.

The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.

You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket. 

“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.


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You Lost Me

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 647

Masterlist |Ask

Originally posted by theseoks


“Taehyung, let’s end this relationship.”

Feeling how Taehyung’s body stiffened at your words, you backed away from his hug he gave you the minute he stepped into your house. “W-What?! W-Why?!”

Shrugging slightly, you answered. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Beautiful, you know that I love you, you can tell me anythin-”

Laughing sarcastically, you asked? “So, how is she?”

You watched how Taehyung’s head shot up at the mention of his secret girlfriend, his eyes wide open and confusion plastered all over his pale face. “H-How do you k-know?”

Another laugh escaped your mouth. Was he really that stupid?

“Do you really think I’m that stupid? Do you really think I didn’t notice your late night calls? Or the way you sneak out at night whenever you think I’m asleep? Are you really that dumb, Taehyung?”

Taehyung didn’t know if he winced at your words or at mention of his full name coming out of your mouth. You never called him Taehyung unless you were really angry or upset.

“Y/N, look-”

You held your hand up, making him stop immediately. “I don’t want to hear anything. Just pack your stuff and get out of my house. And make sure to never show your face to me ever again.”

Your words felt like a stab to Taehyung’s heart, making him reach out for your hands immediately. “Y/N, please-”

Before he had the chance to wrap his hands around yours, you backed away from him and hissed. “Don’t you dare touch me. I don’t want to feel your dirty hands on my body.”

The disgusted look you gave Taehyung made him freeze on his spot, your once sweet and loving look whenever you saw him now long gone.

“Go to her, Taehyung. You’re just a waste of my time.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched at your choice of words. He looked at your emotionless face, trying to find an emotion that showed that you were hurt or broken because of him. Instead, his eyes were locked with your hollow ones, making him realize that he was the reason for the hollowness.

Averting his eyes, he only managed to mumble. “I’m really sorry, Y/N-ah..”

“I bet you are, Cheater.”

“Y/N, please don’t say such a thing like that. I promise I won’t see her ever again, just pleas-”

“Did you ever love me, Taehyung?”

“What?! Of course I did, Y/N! How can you ask such a thing like tha-”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you interrupted him again. “What if I had done it?”

When Taehyung realized what you were trying to say, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hands forming into fists immediately. “Y/N, stop.”

“No, I’m just curious. What if I had done it with one of my best friends? Maybe Jungkook? Or Jimin?”

Breathing deeply again, Taehyung tried to control his anger and hissed. “Y/N, stop talking.”

“What if one of them touched my body like you touched your best friend’s, Taehyung?”

The minute Taehyung imagined that scene in his head, his whole body started shaking with anger. Lunging forward, he slammed you against the wall and started kissing you harshly. “Nobody is allowed to touch you like I do! Do you understand that, Y/N?!”

When he realized that you weren’t returning his kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered. “You’re mine. Only mine. I don’t want to lose you, please, Y/N..”

You, on the other hand, placed your hand on his shoulder and neared your lips to his ears before you whispered.

“I’m sorry to break it to you, but you already lost me, Taehyung..”

Matchmaker - Cody Christian AU Imagine

Warnings:SMUT,swearing,daddy kink,jealous Cody,ass slapping,hand tying,m+f oral,fake tweet,fluff.

A/N: Enjoy xx and Happy Valentines Day or as I like to call it “Another thing to remind me i’m Single AF” 

y/n; your name

y/u/n; your username

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Lisa: Hi guys were back on Clevver Tv’s Valentines day special with the cast of Teen Wolf * Lisa smiled*

Lisa: So Cody our sources yell us you’re off the market and have been for some time now, is that true?

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anonymous asked:

hi, I just watched 3x20 Olicity sex without BG music lol, I don’t know how many times I watch it, but after this week episode I feel it’s ok to watch few more times hahaha. So it’s only me that when I watch it,I feel like I kinda intrude lol all the moans and all that intimate stuff hahha. it’s not really an ask, but I thought I will share with you

Oh my god, it’s so intimate, anon, so intimate. I just watched it again (and again, and a few more times because why not) and it always strikes me how much I feel like I’m peeping in on someone. Which I guess I am but it really speaks to the kind of scene we got between them. I can’t believe how much we got, it feels like I’m watching something on a different network, and that they took the time to explore the intimacy and love and intensity between them

(One of my favorite moments because you know she’s straddling him and where are the dailies from this scene?!)

One thing that strikes me is that it’s so silent save for the rustling of clothes and the heavy breathing and the moans…

(god the moans like when he’s carrying her over to the bed lord save me), 

… it makes it so much more intimate. Logically I know they’re on a set and they’re filming and whatever but…

It’s also because they wanted it that way, to show how much they are focused on each other, on feeling

There’s only so much you can say and then there’s communicating everything through touch and sensation

i am undone

my soul is on fire all over again

There are over 23 million views of this video alone - 23 million views - aka a bunch of us have watched this thing literally hundreds of times.

The barista smiled brightly and asked, “Good morning! How are you?” Like a storm too tightly stuffed with lightning, the witch began:

“I overslept. Twice. I have some of those Reverse Morning clocks, yeah? Well I used two to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. Smart, right? Fool proof? Well I am the fool’s proof! Or at least I am in this timeline because I reset all of them — in all universes — and overslept. By… a lot, is that the right time? Charms and hexes! Did I mention I lost my keys? Because one of the time traveling me-s decided to do some reorganizing. I try to keep clean, but I’m really bad at it — well, in this timeline apparently. Not everywhere I guess? Somewhere a me is good at it and she has my keys because she is forgetful, that happens to all of us I guess. Or she put them in the “perfect” spot. But “me”-me —
hi — I have no idea where this is. So I get up, grocery shopping isn’t until tomorrow? What?! So no breakfast, yeah? I tried conjuring up waffles and mixed up “mudroot” with “muckroot” — now there is an imp in my home. Possibly it ate my keys — it ate all of my dragonscale, it ate my mandrake, minaturaur horn, and bat wings — it tried to eat my broom but that exploded. Hello expensive repair. And is that THE TIME? Ohsweetmoon I am so late. Again. Buying coffee I can’t afford because I’m definitely going to get fired for walking — walking! it is going to take forever! — into work at lunch time.”

The witch took her first breath in several exhausting moments.

“I’m so sorry… that was a lot. I’ll just have a small swamp water to… go… and thank you.”

The barista recognized the witch as the library assistant at the Peyroux Public Phantasmal Library. Picking up a ceramic mug adorned with scenes of plump black cats comically snoozing in improbably comfortable poses throughout a graveyard, the barista set about making a proper drink. She also knew without asking her name was “Clementine” and that she loves blaqwort fungi sandwiches on specterdough.

“You won’t be fired. If they try, I’ll stop serving your boss, Ms. Vandergloom yeah?, until she hires you back. She’s in here like three times a week at least. And you’re having lunch, I insist. If you’re late already, you’ll get there while everyone else is out eating, so rushing about isn’t going to do you any good.”

The witch began warming up, until — “OH STARS AND STORMS I FORGOT MY WALLET. So thanks for listening and never mind? I’m so sorry.”

“Oh! Don’t worry, this is on me.”

Gently, and with a crimson blush, “Thank you so much. I’ll come by later with the money I promise.”

“I took a deep breath of the damp, clean air, feeling exhilarated by the wildness of the evening and the closeness of Jamie, tall and powerful by my side. I had found him. I had found him, and whatever unknowns life now held, they didn’t seem to matter. I felt reckless and indestructible. I took his hand and squeezed it; he looked down and smiled at me, squeezing back.” Voyager 

MANIP made by me with two pictures: season 2 starz promo France harbor scenes and a pic of Bakehouse Close (Carfax Close in the book) in Edinburgh where they filmed the print shop scenes (i guess!!).

Handle Me

Ivar x Reader 

Warning: possible triggers, mature themes

Originally posted by all-about-that-fandoms

You shifted awkwardly in your chair, hands immediately going to smooth down the skirt of your floor length dress. It was not often that you wore such dresses, or any dresses for that matter. Being born on a farm and raised without a woman in your life, you were not a graceful being. You were a shield maiden, a fierce fighter. This has earned you several scars among your body, that littered it alongside the several tattoos that you had been given as sign of comradeship with your other fellow soldiers.

It was an understatement to say that you felt uncomfortable as you sat down next to the usual flower picking girls around the table. You were sitting next to Ubbe, who had Margrethe on his other side. He must have picked up on your awkwardness when you had first entered the dining hall and quickly motioned for you to sit down next to him. You were very grateful, and finally realized why almost all the women in Kattegat melted at the sight of him – not only was he attractive, but he was also a very caring man.

A hand suddenly clamped upon your lower calf. You let out a small yelp, and your battle reflexes immediately took over, making you take whatever you had in your hand (which happened to be a fork) and slam it onto the arm that was holding your leg in a vicious grip. Luckily for your attacker, he quickly moved his arm away. Your fork was now stuck halfway into the wooden floor, its hilt bent oddly towards a side.

“Impressive.”

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 7/?)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Can I just say that I always get sooo excited when someone comments on my imagines and I always want to reply and give you all hugs and say thank you but I don’t do it because I when I comment name of my other blog shows up so that would be weird and confusing lol
But yeah I see EVERYTHING and want to thank you a million times ❤
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action moves like a month of so forward, somewhere around halloween

“You’re going to the Friday’s party, right?”, Jessica asked when we were warming up before dance on basketball game.

“Umm, not sure yet”, I smiled faintly.

“Excuse me? Y/N Y/L/N can’t not come for halloween party!”, Monty and Bryce were walking by us and clearly overheard.

“I’ll try my best to make it to the party, but I’m doing trick or treat with my cousin and definitely can’t cancel that”.

“You can bring you cousin to the party, the more girls the better”, Bryce sent me his probablly most disgusting smile.

“She’s six, you vein fuck”.

“Well, you can come after you will be done. Come on”, Sheri begged.

“I’ll try my best”, I repeated.

Two days later I was walking around the city with my cousin, she dressed as Joker, me as Harley Quinn and I wasn’t too amused about that, because half of the girls were dressed like Harley, but Trixie* is way too stubborn to fight with her about that. And it was actually cute how surprised she was everytime we passed someone dressed as Harley.

“Have you seen it?”, she whispered. “She was dreesed just like you!”

“I know!”, I made shocked face everytime. “But she doesn’t have this cool baseball bat“.

My dad said I can’t go around dressed like that without anything for selfdefence, so I borrowed Jeff’s bat.
I was walking around, joking with this little six-years-old nugget and didn’t even realised we went to Monty’s house until he opened the door.

“Hi, Monty”, I smiled when he opened the door.

“Trick of treat!”, Trixie shouted.

“Well, treat! You don’t mess with Joker, am I right? And who is your pretty friend?”, he smiled at me.

“It’s Harley. But just for today, normally she’s Y/N and she doesn’t dress like a hooker”, she said seriously.

“Trixie!”, I softly jerked her hand. “Where did you hear that word?”

“In tv”, she shrugged like it was nothing.

“You know, you probably shouldn’t use that word”, Monty crouched in front of Trixie and threw some candies into the basket. “Your mum might get really upset if she heard you say it”.

“Okay, I won’t.”

I was actually surprised how good Monty was with little child, because no one would expect that from typical jock and number one bully in school.

“You’re not at the party?”, I asked.

“I’m leaving soon”, he said as he was standing up. “Are you gonna show up?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll come after I’m finished. Oh come on”, I looked into Trixie’s basket. “You can do better than that, de la Cruz”.

He grinned at me and threw more candies into basket.

“Thanks! Cool!”, Trixie said excited.

“You’ll get some at the party”, he said quietly.

“Will it be trick or treat?”, I asked and bit my lower lip.

“You’ll see”.

Trixie jerked my hand. “Is that your boyfriend?”, she whispered but loud enough for Monty to hear.

“No sweetie, he’s not my boyfriend, just my friend, Monty”, I felt I started blushing.

“Okay”, she nodded her head.

“We’re gotta go, a lot of candies to get”, I smiled. “See you later. Trixie, say bye”

“Bye, Monty!”, she waved at him.

“Bye, girls”, he smiled. “Y/N, you look good when you’re blushing”, he said when we walked a little bit. I didn’t say anything, just shook me head and smile.

Three hours later I finally got to the party, went straight to the kitchen and made myself a drink.

“Where did you lost your Joker?”, Montgomery showed up next to me.

“This party wouldn’t handle Joker”, I laughed.

“You know, as much as I would like to take you upstairs or somewhere right, you should probably look for Jess. I think she and Justin had a fight”.

“Shit”, I rolled my eyes. “Thanks”, I smiled at him and took my drink.

I started looking for Jessica, but instead I spotted Justin talking to Zach, pointing at one place, and that was were I found Jess and Sheri.

“Okay, straight to the point, what happened?”, I asked.

“He’s just… ugh… I’m so tired of him!”, she shouted and drank her drink at once.

I sighed, grabbed her armed and made her follow my steps and we went to the Justin.

“What happened to you two?”, I asked Justin.

“She’s fucking psycho!”

“Can’t you just do one thing I ask you for?!”, Jessica screamed.

“Okay, I’m out”, Zach raised his hands and walked away.

“What did he do or didn’t do?”.

“I’m Nancy, he was supposed to be Sid”.

“I am Sid!”, he defended himself.

“Are you serious? Do you even have internet to check things?”

“Both of you shut up!”, I covered their mouths with my hands. “Okay, Justin you could have done a little bit better. But Jess, when you two stand next to each other no one has a doubt who you are. Sind and Nancy. Nancy and Sid”, I smiled.

“Really?”, she asked.

“Yeah”, I nodded my head. “Now, kiss”, I looked at Justin, who still looked pissed. “Oh come on, you can’t be mad at her for too long, we all know that”

He finally grinned and gave Jess a hug.

“Yay, Y/N, the peacemaker!”, Jeff came up to us and high fived me.

“Okay, Y/N, don’t freak out”, Sheri said with a tone that actually made me wanna freak out. “Don’t look but on your two o’clock is…”

Of course I looked before she even finished the sentence. “Oh, fuck”, I quickly turned my face.

“What? Who is that?”, Jess asked.

“My fucking scumbag exboyfriend, Sean”, my jaw instantly clenched. “Why is he even here? He already graduated, he wasn’t even in Liberty High”

“I think he came with Bryce’s cousin”, Sheri said.

“Fuck”, I tok a huge sip of my drink.

“Monty!”, Jess waved at de la Cruz. “Put your arm around Y/N”.

“What?”, me and Monty asked at the same time.

“He wraps his arm around you, it looks like you’re together and this Sean or whatever his name is won’t come anywhere near you”.

Her plan was pretty good, I had to admit.

“Put you fucking arm around me, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth and so he did.

“He’s here?”, he asked shocked. “We all warned you, when you started dating him. First of all, you were freshman, he was senior, second of all he wasn’t even in Liberty…”

“And he was in our opponent’s basketball team”, Justin added.

“Oh, stop with the fucking basketball team, like it’s the most important part of the story”, I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, but what’s the story?”, Jessica asked, she didn’t know anything, because she wasn’t at Liberty High when everything happened.

“He banged her and she never heard of him again”, Justin said.

“We were official”, I said with sharp tone. “But yeah, he broke up with me right after we… you know”, I finished my drink with one sip.

“Okay, I’ll bring you another, cause I see you need one”, Monty took my empty cup.

“Thanks, lots of vodka, please”.

“I’ll kick his ass”, Jeff said very pissed, and Jeff is not a person who get pissed easily.

“Me too”, Foley added.

“No one’s gonna kick anybody’s ass, go outside, play some beerpong, we’re not making any scene”, I pushed to te backyard and stayed with Sheri.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay”, she tried to cheer me up. “Monty might be, well, Monty, but he’s always there if someone needs him, and Sean can’t be that dumb, to come up to you when you have Montgomery by your side”.

“You’re probably right”, I sent her faint smile and turned around just to see that Sean was already right in front of me.

“Well hello, Y/N. You’re looking even better than when I last saw you, if that’s even possible”, he looked at me up and down.

“Yeah, that’s cool but I got somewhere to be”, I tried to walked next to him, but he took a step to the left and got in my way.

“Come on, don’t run away, we can sit somewhere and go down the memory lane, you know, good, old times”, he stroked my cheek.

“First of all, don’t touch me”, I flinched. “Second of all, there are no good, old times, leave me alone”.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin and Jessica coming to us, Jess tried to calm him down.

“Oh, come on, babe”, Sean rolled his eyes.

“She’s not your babe”, suddenly Monty stood next me and I felt like I started breathing again, even though I didn’t realised I had held my breath.

“Is she yours?”.

“She asked you to leave her alone”, Monty took a step towards Sean, so now he was separating him from me.

“Or what?”

“You really wanna see?”, I spotted Montgomery clenched his fists.

“You wanna do it outside?”

“Okay, okay”, I stepped between the two of them. “No one is gonna do anything outside, we’re not making scene”, I spotted Jessica holding Justin arm and Zach whispering something to Jeff. I also noticed music stopped playing, so now everybody’s eyes were on us.

“Oh, I see”, Sean chuckled. “Your whole protect committee is here. Jeff, Justin, Sheri… Everyone who comfort little, poor Y/N after her terrible boyfriend broke up with her”.

Monty got pissed and tried to took another step forward, but I stopped him.

“Monty, don’t”, I whispered. “Okay, Sean, it’s enough”.

I almost made Monty turn around and leave the room, but Sean just wouldn’t stop.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking boring in bed I wouldn’t break up with you after I fucked you two times”.

Justin got out of Jessica’s grip and this time I literally had to pushed Montgomery to stop him, only Zach could keep Jeff in place.

“Justin, don’t!”, I shouted and he stopped walking.

I turned to face Sean.

“The right word is “bored” not “boring””, I said calmly. “I was bored in bed. And maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking bored if there was anything to be excited about”, I took a glance at his crotch, making hints about size of his member worked on every guy if you wanted to shut him up. I turned back to Monty.

“Dumb slut”, I heard behind me.

Monty clenched again, his eyes were dark with rage.

“Montgomery, don’t”, I said softly and put my hands on his chest.. “Just drop it.”

“You let him talk to you like that?”, he whispered.

I smiled at him. What he didn’t noticed was that I was boiling inside. And that my hand was clenched in fist. I turned around and punched Sean right in the nose. Everybody’s jaws dropped. He put his hand on his face and when he took it away, still in shock, I punched him again.

“I don’t want to see you ever again!”, I shouted. “You hear me? Ever again!”, once I let my anger get out of me I just couldn’t stop and kicked him in the anckle. “Fucking scumbag!”

“Okay, that’s enough”, Monty grabbed me in my waist, pulled me up and carried me outside. 

“Put me down, I’ll fucking kill him. Montomery, put me down!”, I tried to punch him in his ribs with my elbow.

“Yeah, I’ll handle it”, he said quietly to someone, probably Jeff, cause we just went past him.

We left the house, Monty closed door with a kick and continued carrying me.

“Fuck you, Montgomery”, I shouted.

When we were far from people, he finally put me down, turned me, so I was standing face to face with him and he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Calm down”.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! Why you can get angry and beat the shit out of people, and I can’t?”, I looked at him

“Because you‘re better than that!”, he shouted and that stopped me for a moment. “You’re better than that”, he said calmly. “You’re better than me”.

He saw I was calmer, so he took his hands off my shoulders.

“You okay?”, he asked concerned.

“Yeah… I’m sorry… I acted like a fucking psycho”.

“Hey, hey, don’t apologize for it, the guy is a dick”.

“Did this punch at least looked good or was it that funny, pathetic show that girls always do when they hit someone with their funny little fists?”, I asked.

“Well, even though your fists are funnily small, the punch was actually impressive”, he nodded his head. “Not pathetic. At least until you kicked his anckle,then you started acting like a girl.”

“Whatever”, I rolled my eyes and realised my hand actually hurt a little bit, Monty spotted grin on my face.

“I’ll get you some ice”, he offered.

“No, just”, I touched his arm. “Let’s just… Don’t go inside for a few minutes”.

“What about your hand?”, he asked concerned. “It hurts and it’ll be worse, trust me”.

“It’s okay…”, I mumbled. I looked up because I heard door opening and saw Jeff, who carried a bag of ice. “Thank you, Atkins”, I smiled.

“We can murder him if you want, you know?”, he said.

“Nobody’s gonna murder anyone”, I rolled my eyes.

Door opened again and Zach, Justin, Sheri, Jessica and Bryce walked out.

“What the hell, dudes?”, Walker asked. “Y/N, you’re at a party fifteen minutes and you start a fight?”

“Oh God, you’re so stupid”, I sighed. “You should really pay more attention to who’s coming to your party, Bryce.”

“He’s my cousin’s friend from college and you’re acting like crazy bitch.”

“Have you even been there?!”, I asked loudly.

“Leave her alone, Bryce”, Monty said.

“Actually you know, Bryce, you and Sean would be great best friends as you both treat girls like trash”, I added.

Walker didn’t answear anything, just looked at me for a moment.

“Keep an eye on your chick, Monty”, he said finally.

“First of all, I’m not his chick, and what was that even supposed to mean?”, I asked.

“Just saying”, he shrugged and went back home.

“Fuck you, Bryce”, I shouted to him. “Did he just threatened me?”

“Come on, he’s just talking crap”, Justin said.

“No, Justin, he literally said to Monty to keep his eye on me”.

“For now, let’s focus on you keeping ice on your hand”, Montgomery took the bag of ice I hold in my left hand and put it on the right one.

“He threatened me, you all heard it”, I pointed at all of my friends.

“Let’s just all stay together for the rest of the night, alright?”, Jess proposed. “This party has gotten really fucking weird.”

And so we did, Monty really felt into this whole “put your fucking arm around me” thing, cause whenever Sean was seen closer than on the opposite end of the party, Monty’s hand automatically went on me. And when his arm wasn’t around me, he was in the kitchen making me a drink, to make sure my cup isn’t empty.

One thing led to another and after few drinks I was very, very buzzed and that makes me very touchy so as soon as right moment came I dragged Monty into first empty room and locked the door.

“Mont, do you know what time is it?”, I asked. “It’s a hook up time”, I answered my own question before he even opened his mouth , brought him closer by his neck and kissed.

At first he was a little shocked, what kind of surprised my drunk mind, it’s not like it’s the first time we were doing it, then he got into kissing for a moment, but when he realized I was slowly moving us towards bed, he moved away.

“What’s wrong?”, I asked.

“Babe, you’re wasted”, he said.

“So? If you don’t remember I also was drunk the first time we had sex”.

“You weren’t that drunk”, he crossed his arms.

“Like you care”, I snorted.

“Maybe you should take a nap”, he offered.

“I don’t want a nap, I want you to fuck me”, I said and put my arms around his neck. “Daddy?”

At this point he almost cracked, I could tell when he bit his lower lip and close his eyes.

“I don’t take advantage of drunk girls”, he said with his eyes still closed.

“Oooh, daddy has some morals?”, my thumb went up and down on the back of his neck.

He sighed, put his hands on my hips, kissed me and started moving us towards bed.

He laid me on bed  and the moment my head touched the pillow I felt how soft and comfy it was and how tired I actually was and that I couldn’t even bother to move my lips.

“Are you tired?”, Monty asked softly.

I nodded my head.

I closed my eyes, he moved me so I was laying on side and not on my back and covered me with a blanket.

“Take a nap”, he whispered and left the room.

It felt like a minute passed when someone kneeled next to bed.

“Hey, you’re okay?”, Monty asked.

“God, you left like a minute ago, let me nap”, I mumbled and covered my head with blanket.

Montgomery giggled. “Y/N, you slept for an hour”.

“What?!”, I quickly sat on bed.  

“It’s okay”, he smiled. “Here, I got you some water”.

“Thanks”, I took a glass from him and drank it all at once. “God, I feel like shit after that nap, why did you let me nap?”, I moaned.

“Because you were wasted”.

“I wasn’t that drunk. A little buzzed, but not wasted”, I rolled my eyes.

“I called you babe and you didn’t reply with your ‘I’m not your babe’”.

“Maybe I was trying to be nice?”

Montgomery didn’t answer, just bit his lips trying not to laugh.

“What? What did I do?”, I asked. “Monty, tell me”, I punched his arm.

“You called me daddy”, he said finally.

“No, I didn’t”, I said disgusted.

He nodded his head.

“Oh my God”, I laid back and again covered my face with blanket in embarrassment. “You know it wasn’t me talking? I was wasted”.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, he laughed. “You want more water?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you, Monty”, I smiled.

“You’re welcome”.


*Trixie - named after Trixie from show “Lucifer” on FOX, if you haven’t watch it, I hardly recommend it, very good shit and Trixie is my favourite.

Oh, sorry this one was mostly dialogues, but I kinda struggle with describing and that kinda stuff because english is not my first language (I really have to stop using it as an excuse for everything)

Go save someone, Spiderboy (Peter Parker x reader PT 1)

Requested : I don’t know if you’re taking requests (if not ignore me sorry) but if you are can you do a super angsty Peter Parker x fem Reader where the reader gets hurt by someone Peter if fighting because she followed him or something and it’s just super angsty? I LOVE your writing btw ( @emily-ily2 )

Warnings: swearing, kissing, angst!

Summary: While trying to find out Spider-Man’s identity, there are some unforeseen consequences.

Word Count: 2111 (whoops)

Dear Reader: probs not as angsty as u wanted bc idk how to write angst 😂. When I originally wrote this it turned out to be hella long so two parts yay! thoughts are italicized   i also wrote this in a day les gooo

Originally posted by marvelheroes


YOUR POV:

“Do you think Spider-Man works out or he just gets muscles from fighting?” I mused, looking at the clock. Only 5 minutes left. Peter looked bored, focusing on anything but your question. I snapped my fingers in front of him, “Peter!” I whispered. He looked up from his trance, “What,” he mumbled. I sighed, “You weren’t listening were to me were you?” I asked. His eyes looked half apologetic, “You’re too obsessed with this Spider-Man.” He said (Although he really didn’t mind the attention ;) . “I’m hot on his trail, Parker! Just one more encounter and you can bet your ass I’ll find out who Spider-Man really is.” I winked. “Whatever you say, (y/n).” Peter mumbled. I pushed open the doors of Midtown high, ready to leave. “You walking home today?” Peter asked, running to my side. I  laced my arm through his, smiling. Before I could answer, my phone beeped against your pocket. The certain buzz I knew, the one alerting me of a crime that Spider-Man would definitely go to. My eyes gained a new look of excitement, and I hastily pulled my arm from Peter’s. “Uh, actually I-I got a thing I gotta go to, um, I’ll call you later though!” I said, already taking out my phone and looking up the location of the crime. Bay road. 

That was only a few blocks from here, i could make it if I ran. Peter called out, but I couldn’t hear him from the wind rushing past my ears.

PETER’S POV:
(Y/n) doesn’t know what she’s getting into. I can’t keep saving her from this trouble. I have to get her to leave me alone (in the nicest way possible). It’s like I’m saving her more than other civilians, like a show of favoritism. I kept walking, keeping my head down until I got to an alley where I could change into my suit. Jfc (y/n), the things you gotta make me do. I threw my backpack into the air and glued it to the side of the building as I saw a familiar blue backpack race by. I threw a web to the top of the building and started running after (y/n) .

YOUR POV:
I caught my breath for a few seconds before continuing to run, luckily there weren’t many people on the streets. I smiled to myself as I saw the crime scene tape up ahead and slowed down. The next step I took was off the ground as a strong arm grabbed my waist and pulled me up. And guess who the fucker was? Spider-Man, I shit you not. I couldn’t process what was happening other than I was in the air when I was on the ground a second ago. My backpack and phone were still on the ground, webbed to the high part of a lamppost. I struggled in his grasp, yet something about his body seemed familiar. I shut my eyes and felt my nose get red from the cold air. “Hey, hey! I got you, (y/n).” He said over the noise. We flew over a building as he set me down on its roof. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, yeah I’m- wait, I never told you my name.” I asked suspiciously. If only I could see his eyes through that damn mask. “Uh, what? N-no I’m pretty sure you told me your name, Miss.” He said in a fake deep voice. I couldn’t help it, something about his personality and voice seemed common to me, I laughed. He gave a nervous chuckle, “I’ve been noticing your attention towards me,” He started. Was he mad that I’m following him or something? “And I really have to ask that you stay safe, please don’t follow me. It’s for your own good.” He finished. My own good? He’s kidding me. I gave him the most incredulous look I could manage, “Look I get that you’re a superhero and all,” At the word superhero he flexed, as if to prove my point. “But there’s no reason for you to worry about me. With all due respect, who are you to decide what’s for my own good?” I retorted. Jesus Christ what am I thinking? Sassing a superhero for god’s sake? Spider-Man sighed, “I really don’t want you hurt, so please don’t follow me. It’s nothing personal.” He said. Wow, he played the personal card. “Seriously, it’s none of your business, Spider-Man.” I said, turning around and gripping the balcony ledge. “You made me do this.” He mumbled. “What?” I asked. In the blink of an eye, he shot out a web that kept my hand stuck to the balcony ledge. “Hey! You’ve gotta be fucking with me. Let me out!” I said, trying to rip my hand from the webs.

Then he did something unexpected, he raised his mask to show his mouth and put his hand on the small of my back. I blinked and stared at him, then his lips met mine in a gentle kiss. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t soft either. It was actually passionate, and curious. The masked hero wanted to explore my mouth, and I let him. He was a real good kisser, and I wondered if he kissed everyone he saved—but this kiss was different. It’s like he was trying to reach out to me, make me understand why he had to do the things he did. A pause went as we tried to catch our breaths. He looked up at me, his mask still open over his mouth. “Sorry about the web, should go away in about two hours.” He said. Suddenly I wasn’t mad at him anymore. He honestly didn’t want to see me hurt for some reason. After all, who could say no to a superhero? I kissed him again, this time not as long, I just needed to commit the feel of his kiss to memory. He was shocked, but quickly changed his emotion and smiled into the kiss. “Go save someone, spider boy.” I whispered. He gave me a mischievous grin and swung away. The only problem was I was still glued to the damn balcony.

 I grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and started flipping through, looking for anything remotely sharp. My eye caught a broken gift card, the plastic waiting to cut something. I grabbed it and set it aside as I shoved my wallet back. I blew the hair out of my face as I went to work sawing the webs off my hand. Took me a good 15 minutes until I realized I didn’t know how to get back to the ground. “Okay, this is where all that mountain climbing training should pay of right about now,” I mumbled. I jumped onto the ledge and swung myself over, screaming when I couldn’t find a foothold. I found one on the left side of me and started to climb down, making my own footholds if there weren’t any. I jumped the last 6 feet down, coming up in what was supposed to be a crouch but turned out to be a tangled mess of limbs. I backed out of the alley and saw unused webs hanging from the sides of buildings and followed them, hoping to find the spider that so willingly kissed me earlier.

PETER’S POV:
She kissed back. 

(Y/n) actually kissed me back. 

Sure, she thought she kissed Spider-Man, but still. The way she looked with her windswept hair and wide eyes gave me a newfound source of power as I swung into the crime scene, trying to examine the enemy. It was the Sandman, in his signature green striped shirt. I swung onto the ground in a crouch and webbed his foot to the ground. Karen’s voice rang inside the suit, “Facial recognition shows this is the Sandman, formerly known as William Baker, Peter.” She said, targeting his mask. “Yes, I got that, Karen.” I mumbled. I spread my arms in a friendly gesture, but I knew no one could reason with a guy of this power. “Hey, William, I was having a pretty good day today and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t ruin it!” I said. Herman struggled against the webbing. “So the spiderling finally shows himself! Consider yourself lucky you’ll be killed in front of an audience.” He gestured to the crowd, who were roped in by a circle of sand, the local police trying to calm everyone down. “C'mon man it’s me you want!” I said, trying to stall him from hurting anyone. I scanned the crowd, making sure no one was hurt when a familiar face popped up. (Y/n). God, she has the worst timing. “(Y/n), no stay back!” I yelled, forgetting who was watching. She looked at me nervously, seeing who I was supposed to fight. William eyed (y/n), then looked back at me. He could see right through my suit that I was scared for her.

 He grinned and lassoed her next to him. He grabbed a gun from the nearest policeman, who let him (coward) and held next to (y/n)’s arm. “Such a good girl,” He said, “I really don’t want to hurt a pretty face like yours.” He cooed. His arm was around her neck, she clawed at it in a desperate attempt to get away. I felt sick to my stomach as he pressed the gun all around her body, as if wondering where he would shoot her. I held my hand up shakily, trying to ease the Sandman into letting her go. He chuckled, “So what’s so special about this little girly that makes the Spider-Man’s knees go weak?” He taunted. “P-please don’t do this, William. No one has to get hurt.” I stammered. He pulled the arm that was holding (y/n)’s neck back, she grunted, losing air to breathe. “Oh, you mean she doesn’t have to get hurt, right?” He said, choking her while he held her up off the ground. Her face was growing paler by the second. “How about I just leave a little cut right here, to remind your spider lover of that pretty little voice when you scream.” He said, leaving a deep (but short) cut on her left thigh. She screamed in agony as he dropped her to the ground. I could only watch, I felt like my own feet were glued to the ground. “NO!” I yelled as she scrambled away towards the sand barricade. The Sandman turned to face me, “Should I kill you in front of her or kill her in front of you? Hmm, options, options.” He said. “You’re a psychopath, you bastard!” I yelled. I spotted a cell tower nearby, shot a web towards it and pulled it so the light broke, emitting a shower of lightning as it hit the Sandman. “NO! I WILL COME BACK! I WILL!” He screamed as he turned into glass. 

I turned to (y/n), she tore up half her jacket as she tried to cover the wound. Then I heard the sound of a gunshot. Everything went into slow motion. (Y/n)’s arm jerked back from the force of the bullet. Her face went slack from the sight of the bullet lodged in her arm. I could hear her scream echoing off my skull, getting louder as it traveled through my body. “NO!” I screamed yet again. I ran to her side and held her head in my lap as I tried to pull the bullet out. I decided against it, since it could hurt her more. “No, no no no. Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.” I muttered. “(Y/n), please wake up, listen to my voice, (y/n), please!” I said. Her eyes fluttered, she coughed up blood. I winced at how hurt she was. “You saved everyone from that man. Good job, Spider boy.” She said, trying to smile. I was tempted to pull off my mask, then remembered there was still a crowd. I pulled up the bottom part of my mask and called 911. 

YOUR POV:

That bullet hurt more than anything I’ve ever felt. I didn’t realize how fast it hit but how much it hurt. The pain was rolling through my body in waves. All I remembered is Spider-Man heaving over my chest, whispering “Don’t die on me now, (y/n).” before I was carried out onto a stretcher and rushed to the hospital.


Oooo cliff hanger! Sorry y’all 😂. I’m gonna post part 2 in about 6 days, along with a few other imagines. Like and comment/reblog if u wanna be permanently tagged in my other Peter Parker/Marvel imagines! ❤️


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For Me, That's Enough (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 2197 

 Warnings: Literally just fluff. It’s so sweet, it’s like cavity inducing. 

 Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton 

 Summary: Ben and Y/N have been dating since junior year of high school. When Y/N goes on for Zoe for the first time, Ben has a surprise for her.

 A/N: This was requested, so I hope you enjoy! 

We’re graduating in less than a month. That’s terrifying.” I said, resting my head in Ben’s lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair.

“I know. It’s scary to think that we’ll have to be fully fledged members of society. I can’t operate the washing machine, let alone pay taxes and rent.” Ben said, and I let out a giggle.

“You’re hopeless, Benjamin.” I said affectionately, watching a smile stretch across his face.

“You cane talk, Y/N. I watched you try to make a grilled cheese sandwich, and, subsequently, set a minor fire. How?” Ben said incredulously, fiddling aimlessly with my hair.

“With limited skill, comes a great ability to screw up. Anyway, at least you can cook. I won’t be totally broke and borderline obese with you around.” I said, gently poking his cheek.

His face flushed a pinkish colour, and he smiled shyly at me. “Are you… are you suggesting the two of us move in together? After graduation?” Ben asked softly, shock evident in his voice.

“Uh huh. We’ve been dating for like two years. Some people get engaged at this point in the relationship.” I said, and Ben’s blush darkened.

“Engaged? Oh god, I’m only 17, and I’m surviving off of a McDonald’s wage. I can’t afford a ring, Christ.” Ben rambled, waving his hands about wildly.

I took my head out of Ben’s lap and straightened up, gently taking a hold of his wild hands.

“Chill, babe. I was just saying that moving in together is definitely not moving too fast.” I said, rubbing circles onto his hands with my thumbs.

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“We did it Lance! We’re home!” Keith’s airy laughter of excitement rang through the air as he ran down the sand dunes. The sun shined beautifully, warm and light like kisses Lance gave. The sea sparkled like Lance’s eyes too, shimmering with so much life and vibrancy.

Keith didn’t wipe the tear that made its way down his cheek, his hands were busy clutching Lance’s jacket. He shook, trembled as he slowly sank into the sand. The jacket’s scent was slowly ebbing away every time Keith cried into it. 

“I wish,” he paused before his voice could crack and took a labored breath, “I wish you were here to see the beach Lance. Your beach.” 

BTS: S/O Has To Do A Sex Scene For A Film

(I wasn’t exactly sure whether you wanted their reaction to their s/o telling them about it, or actually doing it in front of them, but I just made it to where she’s telling them. I hope you like it anon! (((: Very slight angst, slight smut, a lot of fluff. Enjoy c:)

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