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Female guards, placed on duty at the Naval Ordnance Plant, operated by the Hudson Motor Car Company in Detroit, Michigan, learn how to sight guns on August 7, 1942. In the front row, the girls sight 38 caliber police pistols; those in the back row with 30-30 rifles. At present the girls are unarmed, serving only as escorts for persons entering the plant, but are using weapons on the target range in preparation. AP.

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Playing dirty / Chapter 1

Pairing: You / Xiumin / Baekhyun

Type: Smut, illegal gambling

Word count: 3,7K

Summary: One night you met Xiumin in an illegal casino and he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse: help him win by cheating and get part of the profit. But one day someone comes in and tests your partnership and relationship. Will you stick with Xiumin? Or will Baekhyun steal you away?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3


“All-in.” The handsome guy sitting in front of you coldly said while pushing his 50000$ worth of chips forward.

This was your first time in an illegal casino. This one was in the back of a fancy restaurant, normal costumers had no clue of what was going on in the background.

A friend of yours, who worked at the restaurant, told you about this place and you decided to come here and test your luck. There was a huge variety of people here and you knew some of them were dangerous but you didn’t care, you enjoyed the extra danger.

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you do RFA's reaction to MC getting hit by a car? I got hit by one today but I'm fine :D

i know you said you’re fine but. really i. i send you my best wishes that sounds so damn scary? also since this is like… sort of a lighthearted time for me this will be like MC got hit but not much damage?

Yoosung

  • he just starts freaking out before MC can even react to the car itself
  • no no nope no no
  • he’s basically throwing himself at MC’s way 
  • MC sorta stands back up- gosh that hurt- and he’s just
  • bawling
  • MC is a bit scratched up, and maybe in some pain, but Yoosung is acting like they just died
  • it takes a lot to comfort him?
  • he insists MC goes to a doctor because he’s just super shaken and still not entirely sure if what he saw was an illusion or something
  • he can’t even get mad at the driver right away because he’s so damn worried
  • good luck afterwards tho he’s coming for ya

Jaehee

  • her reflexes make her try to shove MC out of the car’s way and she’s late by just a fraction of a second
  • her hands fly to her mouth as she sees MC, landing on their butt on the road as the car halts
  • she drops everything and rushes to MC’s side and helps them up
  • makes sure to ask about a thousand times if anything hurts- are you sure your legs are fine? are you sure you can walk? one hundred percent sure your head isn’t feeling funny?
  • she makes MC sit down for a second before she stands right in front of the car that just hit MC
  • sure, it was a pretty soft hit and MC wasn’t harmed- but that isn’t the point- the thing is, this person hit MC with a car and God knows she isn’t going to let them just drive away

Zen

  • his heart literally stops
  • it feels like time is in slow motions
  • car accidents, motorcycle accidents… he absolutely does not have good memories attached to that
  • he tries to run but at the same time he feels like his body is sinking down into the road
  • he falls to his knees- and then, MC sits up, grumbling
  • he can feel his soul flying back into him when MC mumbles some curses as they dust themselves off
  • he’s quickly holding MC, asking in a flurry if they feel ok- he will probably make them go to a doctor later, though
  • but for the meanwhile, he turns to the driver with the angriest look on his eyes MC has ever seen
  • MC has to drag him away before his acting career is ruined by him committing 3rd degree murder right then and there

Jumin

  • he tosses everything out of his hands and rushes in as soon as he realizes MC has been hit
  • he is phoning a private ambulance within the first seconds as he leans down next to MC
  • MC is just a bitch scratched up- and now trying to calm down Jumin before he calls an helicopter to take them to a clinic
  • Of course, it’s not usual for Jumin to witness a car accident- leave alone have a loved one be the victim- and he can’t remotely calm down
  • his private guards are circling the car that hit MC within seconds, and before MC can even ask Jumin if he’s absolutely sure this isn’t too much, he’s already pressed charges against the driver

707

  • usually, someone who knows so much about cars would be able to tell it was nothing serious
  • the car model, the low speed, the quick reaction from the driver…
  • but he couldn’t
  • the mere sense of MC being in danger dulled out all his senses
  • usually, his training would make him jump forward and protect- but it’s too late
  • he cries out for MC, loud enough to make people stop and look in concern
  • MC sits up in a bolt, whining about the slight pain of the impact, and then quickly cries out “I’m fine” to Seven.
  • it is in that moment, Seven’s senses come back
  • oh hey that car was going pretty slow huh
  • he and MC look at each other and instinctively laugh
  • he helps MC up, and after MC reassures him they’re ok once more, he starts planning a little “surprise” for the driver, after glancing and snapping a photo of the car’s license plate
Survive Or Die - E.D Part 1

Requested: hello! can you please make an imagine of either of the twins but in the world of the walking dead? thank you! ☺️

Warnings: Talk of suicide and hopelessness 

Summary: Your all alone in the zombie apocalypse when Ethan saves you from yourself. He takes you back to his compound, but it seems far to good to be true. Is it? 

A/N: The first part is a story filler, but I promise you, part 2 is going to be JUICY

Silence. Pure silence. I remember when I used to pray for the type of quiet that surrounded me, but now? It’s just chilling to the bone. I also remember when I used to lie in the sun for hours on end, lathering myself in tanning oil so I could get that perfect summer tan. Now the sun on my skin is a burden, and a hazard. The dry leaves crunch under my hiking boots as I trudge through the abandoned streets, searching for an untouched shop to gather some supplies. Most of the shops within this area have been barricaded shut to keep others out, or something in. I’ve learnt that it’s best to leave those shops alone to avoid my inevitable death, for I prefer that my life ends the way I want it too; and that is not being eaten alive. I haven’t seen a living human for what feels like years, but according to the days I track, it’s only been six months. My thoughts have become a dot point list, the poetic rhythm that used to exist has disappeared with the hope and faith I once had. I don’t even remember what music sounded like anymore! I think that’s what I miss the most. Music

“Common Y/N, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” my friend grumbled from the outside of the bathroom door as I applied the finishing touches of my makeup. I took a step back and did a slight twirl in the mirror, allowing a slight smirk to spread across my dark red lips.
“Well done Y/N, well done” I smile to myself as I exit the bathroom like I didn’t just spend two hours getting ready.
“YAS BABE” my best friend shouted, signalling me to do a twirl.
“Jesus, you’re making me want to turn lesbian for you!” she giggled, spilling some champagne onto the floor.
“Woops” she giggled loudly. I shook my head and joined in on her laughter, as I grabbed my keys and purse and headed out the door towards the all-to-familiar-clubs. I swear, we came here every weekend, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Oh my favourite valley girl” the regular bouncer winked as he unclipped the black rope, allowing us to enter the club without paying the entrance fee. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek in appreciation, as the bass thudded against my chest, the music blaring its way into my veins. I tilted my head back as I let myself lose control amongst the dancing bodies, the mixed smell of sweat and spilt drinks filling my senses. I jumped up and down and swayed my hips to the remixed song, as a stranger gripped them tightly and moved his body against mine. I swung around to see my dancers face, and was welcomed by some beautiful baby blue eyes and a devilish smirk. I gave my award winning smile, and laced my hands around his neck, our bodies moving in sync like we’ve known each other for years. I guess the concept of dancing with strangers has always intrigued me the most. You learn more about someone by the way they dance under the influence of alcohol through their body movements then you could ever in a ten-minute conversation, and my lovely stranger was a kind lover at most. His hands never drifted away from the small of my back, or my hips, and his lips never met my neck. He stayed a respectable distance away from me, but close enough to feel his breath against my exposed skin. But like any breath-taking night, the sun rises and your problems resurface with it, but god what I would do to have danced with him into another night. Y/N, wake up. Y/N YOU HAVE TO RUN!

I heard the all too familiar noises carve their way into my mind as the heavy footsteps echoed in the distance. I guess it was my time to run, or I could stay. I could stay here and use the gun shoved into the back of my cargo pants and pull the trigger. I stared into my enemies eyes as the lifeless bodies stumble their way towards the smell of blood and the sound of a heartbeat. I felt the thick layer of sweat form against my forehead, as I wiped it away briskly with the edge of my sleeve. I gripped the gun in my pocket tightly as my hand shakily brought it to my temple. It was now or never. I closed my eyes tightly and expected to see a bright light, or darkness for eternity, but all I heard was a shout.
“Don’t!”.
Don’t what? I must have imagined it, it’s my subconscious trying to survive. The voices in my head sounded awfully close to me though.
“Please don’t! We have to run now if we’re going to make it!” the voice continued. I opened my eyes to see a strained male standing in front of me with a worried look. At first sight he was beautiful, but you could tell that the ‘apocalypse’ had taken its toll on his features. Some tiny scars were sprawled randomly across his picturesque face, and his eyes looked sleep-deprived. He took my silence as a ‘yes’ and grabbed my arm roughly, tugging me along with him as we sprinted down the street. There was a parked car with the engine still running, with a few other guys in the back seat, and two sitting in the utes tray. He picked me up by the waist and lifted me swiftly into the tray as the two other guys motioned for me to grab onto the makeshift rail they had melded onto the top of the utes roof. The car launched forward abruptly as it sped down the street and took a few rights and lefts. I felt my heart beat loudly in my ears as my eyes darted between everyone. They were all quiet well built, which means they had a constant food source and water supply. They also had numerous weapons, including guns. Which means they could kill me at any second. So either, I took my chances now and dove off onto the side of the road, or I stuck with them to see if they take me somewhere later and kill me there. I decided to take my chances and stay. 

~ ~ ~ ~

After what felt like an hour or two, but I couldn’t actually gage the time because I didn’t have a working watch or anything, we arrived at what looked like a once small community filled with houses and shops, but was now barricaded with tall walls and guards. The car slowly entered the compound as my eyes took in the sight before me. Kids and families all walked around freely like the world wasn’t crumbling at their feet. There were rows of crops and farm animals in the far corner, and soldiers participating in what I can only assume was regular training. This seemed to surreal. This can’t be real, I must have died.
“It’s real, I promise you” the stranger that saved me laughed as he extended his hand to me. I laced my hand into his as I jumped onto the ground, stumbling a bit. I was starving and fatigued without a doubt, and that sprint took a lot out of me.
“You need to eat pronto” he smiled kindly, still holding onto my hand. I snatched it out of his grip and looked him up and down, automatically questioning if I could take him on in a fight if I needed too.
“You have no reason to fear me. I won’t ever hurt you” he said softly, as he lightly touched my shoulder comfortingly. My chest heaved almost like I was having a panic attack, but I never really had the time to ‘freak out’ anymore.
“My names Ethan” he tilted his head, his dirty brown hair flopping messily into his eyes.
“Y/N” you whispered, as a ball drifted towards your feet. You looked down at the almost foreign object, and back up to its owner. A young boy who must only be around 10 years old, smiled at you and held his arms open wide. You kicked the ball over to him and looked back to Ethan.
“Welcome to my home”

|| Beloved Season ||

[[request prompt: Peter x reader where the reader and Peter are dating but somehow she dies and Peter thinks it’s because of him and he gives up being Spiderman? But he finds an old video of her or something and puts on the suit and is inspired to do good and like ‘takes a part of her with him’ or something please I know it’s sad :( ]]

I’m sorry!! !! I know that I’m doing requests out of order, but I needed to get this hella sad one out of the way right now.

I’m brave enough to finally write this NOW, and like, since I have a few other requests BEFORE this one, I don’t want to chicken out and like, NOT write this!

It really does pain me to do this, because I love Peter and don’t want to do anything that’ll pretty much break him ;A; but…a request is a request hhhhhhh

I promise that I’ll work on every request! Even if I go out of order, just know that if you requested a story from me, that I’ll always get it done <3

warnings: angst; death

word count: 3,000+

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!!


{always, throughout my body/ you run about and seem to overflow/ that’s why i’m not afraid; even tomorrow/ my beloved season calls me/ because i always feel you in me}

—[season’s call by hyde]

Peter lived, breathed, and fought all for the sake of his beloved girl.

[Full Name], the girl that had his heart from the start; she was his light and the sole reason why his heart beat each day. She was one of the few people who knew of his secret identity as Spider-Man and supported him fully.

Growing up as childhood friends, [Name] had been there for him throughout his toughest times: his fear at having these strange powers thanks to the spider bite, when he lost his uncle Ben and had to suffer through his guilt each night he heard his Aunt May crying herself to sleep, Liz Allan breaking up with him before senior prom-

[Name] was always there. Even when he foolishly believed that he loved another girl, his best friend (and soulmate), never acted jealous as she kept praying for his happiness each day.

And lucky for [Name], her prayers came true when he realized that his happiness could only be found within her.

After their final year at Midtown, Peter and [Name] officially became a couple. At first, he had been terrified of her safety, seeing as though he made many enemies while he was protecting the city as Spider-Man. Peter had thought about leaving her, breaking her heart with cruel words because just thinking about living in a world without her made his throat clench and heart ache.

But she never once swayed away from him. He recalls the time when he had attempted to break up with her, only to feel his words die against his throat when she gave him a passionate kiss.

“I can see through your words, and you’re a terrible liar.” [Name] murmured against his lips as he weakly stuttered her name. With her being so close to him, Peter couldn’t keep up with his cold and stoic façade.

Seeming to know that he was feeling guilty, she kissed the bottom of his jaw before saying, “Peter, do you know why I could tell that you were lying?”

He gulps and answers her with a soft, “Why?”

This causes her to laugh before gently tapping at his eyes, “I could hear your mouth when it said ‘I hate you and don’t need you,’ but your eyes were telling me ‘don’t believe me, I’m lying and I love you.’”

Peter wanted to cry in both frustration and relief, practically crushing his beloved girl to his chest when she laughed at him, “Darling, I know what I signed up for when I agreed to date you, to love you. Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you. Please, believe in yourself; believe that you are strong enough to protect both of us.”

He could only manage a nod when he wrapped his arms around her, somehow finding comfort in her words as he vowed to always keep her.

But he realizes now that he shouldn’t have made that vow.

Maybe then, [Name] would still be alive today.


It all happened so fast.

Peter was traveling across the city on hot pursuit of a black sedan. The driver had just recently robbed a bank when he had come a minute too late at the scene of the crime, giving the criminal plenty of time to make his escape.

He reaches the car, using his webs to land on top of it. Successfully catching the driver off guard, he feels the car swerve from side to side before regaining balance as it sped across the streets of Queens.

“Oh no you don’t!” Wanting to stop this car for good, Peter punches through the windshield, making the car swerve again when he shot his web against the steering wheel. The robber glares at him, spouting off curses when Peter purposely blocked his view of the road.

Looking behind him, he sees a lamppost just a few feet away and decides to take control of the vehicle. There was no way he was letting this madman escape, nor was he willing to allow the crook to cause even more collateral damage while driving.

Gripping on to the steering wheel, Peter takes advantage of his strength and turns the steering wheel all the way to the right, feeling the car accelerate as it steered off the path and toward the sidewalk.

“MOVE! EVERYONE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!” Screams were heard coming from the pedestrians as they quickly dodged the incoming car. When the sedan was close to hitting the lamppost, Peter lets go of the steering wheel at the last minute and jumps off, allowing the car to collide with the metal pole.

From his periphery, he saw the airbags explode, momentarily knocking out the culprit as he let out a sigh of relief. Sure, the way he stopped the guy was a little unorthodox and highly dangerous, but there wasn’t much he could do when the vehicle was already on the move.

When he lands in the middle of the sidewalk, several people were applauding him while taking pictures of him on their phones. Feeling embarrassed, yet happy, Peter was unsure how to respond to their cheers.

While he was busy basking in this small victory, he didn’t think that anything could go wrong.

He should have paid attention to what happened next; maybe if he had done so, he could have protected her.

In the midst of their cheering, there was a sound of a car door opening when the cheers quickly stopped before being replaced with a gasp.

“SPIDER-MAN, NO!” Peter freezes, unsure if it was really her voice that he had heard when he turned around.

He felt a familiar weight on his back as wisps of (color) hair filled his vision. A single gunshot was heard followed by a sharp intake of breath when someone began to slide down his back.

“Oh god, no, NOOO!” Peter sees [Name] slumped against him, feeling all of his fears come rushing back to him when he realized that the bullet was deeply lodged against her back. “No, hang on…! I’ll save you, don’t die, please don’t die!!”

Ignoring the crowd, he places [Name] in his arms and begins running, trying to see clearly as tears clouded his vision.

“Peter, baby, I’m s-so sorry. I couldn’t l-let him kill y-you, not when-“

“Stop, don’t talk, I swear I’ll save you just please don’t leave me.” He looks down at her broken form, feeling his heart breaking at the sight of her in pain.

Tears were seen in her eyes when she let out a shuddering breath, “Please, don’t hate me…for leaving you- I-I was so happy I got to protect you.

“Shit, no, [NAME]! DON’T TALK LIKE THAT!”

“Sssh, I love…you….even if I’m not here…I’ll always be…with you.”

He collapses on the ground, holding her body close to his chest as broken sobs wracked through him. Peter wanted nothing more than to run toward the nearest hospital, but he knew that would just make her injury even worse. If he had even a chance at saving [Name], he was going to take it. “SOMEBODY CALL 911! PLEASE! SHE’S BADLY HURT!”

Peter stayed with her on the ground as a number of people begin to crowd around him. They each called for help, but their efforts ended up being all for naught.

[Full Name] died that day in his arms as the deafening sounds of sirens made him numb.


[Name] had passed away while trying to protect him.

Peter had never once regretted his decision of becoming Spider-Man. Ever since he was 15, he always felt confident whilst wearing the suit and playing the superhero for all of Queens to see.

But now, with [Name] completely gone, he was filled with a self-loathing as he tore his suit to shreds.

He didn’t care if it was made specifically for him by Stark Industries.

He didn’t care about his prior awe about receiving these powers.

With [Name] gone, he just didn’t care anymore.

Feeling empty, he burns the remains of his suit while thinking back on all of the memories he had shared with [Name]. During her funeral, he could barely look at her parents in the eye even when they didn’t know that he was Spider-Man.

Yet despite it all, they never once blamed the former superhero for her death, seeming to feel that protecting Spider-Man was the right thing to do for all of Queens.

And that fact killed Peter, rendering him unable to speak when he ran away while in the middle of her funeral.

He would have much preferred it if everyone hated him for what he did. It was what he deserved.

When the remains of his suit were turned to nothing but ashes against the metal trashcan, Peter looked up at the cloudy night sky with his fists clenched together.

“The moment you died, you took my heart with you.”

I will never be the same again.


Where is Spider-Man?

WHY HAS OUR HERO GONE AWOL?

Crime has skyrocketed in Queens now that our beloved neighborhood hero is gone. Where could he be?

Newspapers were going haywire now that Spider-Man had seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. Ignoring the news, Peter hides his face within the confines of his hoodie before blasting his music at full volume.

The tiny white earbuds did little to contain the music, but he didn’t care. He simply had no heart now, and that was never going to change.

Aunt May knew that he was still grieving and gave him the space that he needed, but he couldn’t ignore the hopeful glances she had shot his way in hopes of opening up to her.

But her wouldn’t dare tell her the truth. The one girl who knew of his identity as Spider-Man was dead now, taking along with her the confidence the superhero once had in protecting the city.

After spending the whole day wandering around in the city (completely ignoring how his senses went crazy with every step he took), Peter returns back home to see May cooking dinner as she gestured at him. Peter slowly takes out an earbud to hear her, “Hey sweetie. I made your favorite dish and it’ll be ready in ten minutes.”

He simply shakes his head at the offer, “I’m okay May, you can go ahead and eat without me.”

Ignoring the pained expression on her face, Peter places the bud back into his ear before running into his room.

He locks the door before resting his head against it, feeling all of the emotions he’d been trying to suppress come rushing back to him. With a sob, he calls out her name, trying to stop his tears as he angrily wiped them away with the back of his hand.

Taking in a deep breath, Peter gets out his iPod and searches for [Name’s] favorite song. After locating it a few minutes later, he presses ‘play’ and allows the melody to fill his ears before pressing on the repeat button.

Immersing himself with the song, Peter holds his music player close to his chest before falling into bed.

He hopes that listening to this song would make him dream about [Name], just so he could see her again.


Peter wakes up with a start when he realized the song stopped playing. He groans and looks down at his iPod to see that it had run out of battery.

Taking out his headphones, he throws the iPod to the ground and runs a hand through his messy locks of hair. Looking over at the alarm clock on his nightstand, he saw that the time read 2:43 and groans, feeling completely depressed and exhausted.

I really wish you were here with me, [Name]. I wished I had died instead.

Feeling his throat clench at the thought of her, Peter felt an insatiable desire to see her again. Knowing what he had to do, Peter gets out of bed and heads toward his desk.

His hands were trembling when he opens the drawer, seeing his cellphone that he had turned off after attending [Name’s] funeral.

Knowing that he still kept the collection of the selfies she had sent him, he turns on his phone and waits for his screen’s wallpaper to appear.

When it was finally turned on, he caught a glimpse of [Name’s] smiling face before her picture was blurred, alerting him to a new text. A single notification had appeared on his phone, and it came from [Name] herself.

The text dated back a few days before her death, and Peter couldn’t stop his tears from hitting the screen when he opened the message to reveal a video made by her.

Her still form was frozen against the screen, and Peter felt his fingers tremble when he shakily presses on the play button. [Name] was moving now as she waved at him before speaking:

“Hey, Petey! I just wanted to tell you how much I love you today! And believe it or not, I think my love for you will just keep getting stronger and stronger as time goes by! I love you more today than I did yesterday, and it brings me joy to know that I’ll most likely love you more tomorrow than I did today!”

He couldn’t help but smile at her dorkiness, feeling himself laughing despite his tears as he watched her. [Name] shyly looks away from the camera to place a strand of her hair behind her ear, something that he’s longed to do now that she was gone.

She clears her throat before continuing, “Because I love you so much, I want you to understand that I’ll always be rooting for you. I’ll always wish for your happiness; but you already knew that, right?”

“If something were to happen to me, just know that I would never blame you for it. Whether it be you being unable to protect me, or e-even just a choice that I made- if I end up losing my life for it, then I want you to move on.”

“I know what I’m saying is practically confirming your worst fears, and for that I’m truly sorry. However, I felt like this needed to be said, especially when you keep dancing around the subject of my mortality.”

Peter had to pause the video, since the tears were streaming down his face so much that he could barely see the screen. His heart was breaking so much right now, and he was filled with so much guilt, “I’m so sorry…baby I’m so sorry.”

He covers his eyes, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. Despite how watching this video was making his yearning for [Name] become stronger, he knew that he had to watch the whole thing. His thumb hovers over the play button again, pausing briefly before hitting play once more:

“Peter Parker, you are someone that’s destined for greatness. You becoming a hero was no mistake, and I am so proud of you. Regardless of what happens, this little heart of mine will always love you and be filled with pride at how you are the amazing Spider-Man.”

“But please, promise me, even if I’m not by your side, you must promise me that you’ll never quit being the hero that I know and love! The Peter Parker I know wouldn’t be so cowardly, especially when he knows that his beloved city needs him.”

“I know you Peter, I know how you would react when you realize that I am no longer here with you. But you shouldn’t worry, because I’ll always be here for you. Even if you cannot see me, just know that I’m always right beside you.”

“I’ll be the sun that shines through your window when you first wake up.

I’ll be the needle like rain that hits your skin.

I’ll be the gleam in your eyes when you fall in love with someone new.

I’ll be the slight race of your heart when you feel happy and proud at protecting Queens from danger.

The memories that we share will always be proof that I am with you.

So never forget, Peter Parker.”

The video goes back to [Name’s] still image, showing Peter that the video had ended. His body was shaking as the tears streamed heavily down his face, and Peter inhales sharply before pressing his lips against the screen.

“I’m sorry, darling, for letting you down.”

Hearing sirens from a distance, Peter faces his window and licks at his chapped lips.

He knew what he had to do now- what he should have been doing for these past couple of months.

Looking up at the nook on his ceiling, Peter finds his meter stick and jabs at the opening, bringing down his makeshift suit that consisted of his mask, red sweatpants, hoodie, and fingerless gloves before putting them on in a quick urgency. When he was dressed, Peter opens his bottom drawer to find his web shooters hidden beneath a pile of socks.

Donning the cheap suit and fastening the web shooters to his wrists, he makes sure that his mask covers his face before opening the window of his room. Looking back at his desk, he sees his phone with [Name’s] picture still lit up against the screen and smiles.

“I’ll always love you. Thank you.”

With those last words, he uses his web and swings away from his room, ready to protect the city that had always (and will always) depend on him during its time of need.

[end]

Bite Me (Part 13)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (…a pairing is approaching…)

Warnings: mild language, bloody crime scene

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,421

A/N: This is the thirteenth installment in my first ever fanfic. Time for some plot progression action! Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for letter checking - I love you and your commentary! These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

Read (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)


“So, Elana, did you hear about the kid that went missing one town over?” my coworker, Greg, asked me over the pile of dirty mugs we were working on cleaning together.

I frowned, “What? No. What happened?” My mind was stirring in the depths of its coffee shop coma I induced it to every day. Routine process was starting to be pushed aside by deductive thinking. I quelled my suppressed hunter instincts that were rapidly trying to rise to the surface.

“Yeah,” Greg said as he took the mugs he had just dried back out to the storefront. I followed him with the coffee pots. “Apparently this family was out camping in the woods and their daughter went off to play. They lost sight of her and she just up and disappeared.” He held out his hand for the pot and I handed it over. “The police have been searching the woods for over a day now, but they found some blood and think that a bear got her.” He turned to look at me, “Sad, isn’t it? You’d think that parents would keep a better eye on their children.”

I nodded slowly. Unable to stop a few of the bubbles that burst to the forefront of my mind, I couldn’t stop myself from slipping into interview mode. “Is this the first kid that’s gone missing?”

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Love Divided Ch. 2 (Peter Parker x reader)

Hello lovelies! I hope you’re having a good day, I’m trying to sort my life out so that I’m not flat out broke once the expo comes along, so wish me luck! Anyways, here’s the next chapter of “Love Divided” and I hope you enjoy. xoxo

Description:The brewing conflict between Tony and Steve are finally surfacing, causing everyone to choose a side. The heat within the team is rising, and everyone is beginning to realize what is to come. What happens when your relationship with Peter is divided? Will you choose your love? Or your morals?

Warnings: Cursing

Chapter 1

MASTERLIST


Hot tears silently streaked down your cheeks as you turned away from his room, letting your hand fall to your side. Could you ever forgive yourself? But, maybe the two of you would be together again when things got better. Well, you could only hope so. 

You walked down the hall back to your room to change. In your luggage was a black hat, some sunglasses, and a maroon hoodie. You swapped your outfit out for a more civilian one and slipped out the hotel, keeping your head down to avoid the security guards around your car that knew your face too well. The building where the conference was being held wasn’t too far away, so you decided to avoid as much conversation as possible, you would just walk. 

As you rounded the corner, the tall government building was in full view. There were journalists gathered at the entrance, trying to catch anybody for any information on the conference before they went inside. The road was blocked; the news vans were cluttering both sides of the streets with cameras set up everywhere. You slipped under the caution tape to weave your way through, making sure to keep yourself from being noticed. On the other side on the blocked off street section was a small cafe, and you decided that was where you would observe the signing from. 

Following you from above was Redwing who was going to give you full visual and audio of the conference by hovering just outside the window. You pulled back the sleeve of your jacket, revealing a watch that gave you a live feed of what the drone was seeing. And frankly, the first person you saw was Peter. 


“Mr. Stark, where’s F/N? Did she say she was coming? She did come on the trip with us..” Peter was beginning to ramble as he paced back in forth, wringing his hands together. 

“I’m sure she’s fine, Peter.” Tony wasn’t going to lie to him, nor was he going to tell him the truth. It pained him to see you both being put in this situation, and he partly blamed himself for it. Nevertheless, he was to keep his promise to you and not say a thing about you not coming. “You should stop pacing. People are beginning to stare.” He shifted his eyes around the room, trying to take the topic off of you. 

“Oh, sorry. When does this thing start?” Once he stopped, he in turn began tapping his foot frantically. He pushed back the sleeve of his suit to check the time. Just as Peter was about to ramble, Nat joined the conversation. 

“Peter, what are you so jittery about?” She raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossed over her chest. In her heart, she knew why, but she also promised you to keep her mouth shut. 

“I’m getting worried about, F/N. If she doesn’t come then…” He took a moment, realizing what was going to happen. He thought back to what he said to you all those weeks ago. “Then we’re through…” His eyes became wide with fear, and he forced his tears back. 

Tony and Nat both looked grim, they didn’t want you two to fall out, but each of them knew the circumstances around the situation, and knew that you were making the best choice for yourself, even if it meant going against them. Even if it meant going against Peter. Before anybody could say anything else, the King of Wakanda took to the podium. All of them took their seats in the middle of the front row. And still, Peter was constantly turning his head to scan the room for you. 

“Thank you all for coming…” 


You watched Peter’s every move. It felt like someone was slowly ripping your heart out as you watched him pace in front of Tony, watching as your name inaudibly fell from his lips. By the pained looks on Nat and Tony’s faces, you knew it was about you. Your tears began to slowly blur your vision underneath your sunglasses. You took them off, wiping away your tears. People began glancing over at you, taking a double take as they passed. 

“Shit.” You quickly regained your composure and fitted the glasses back onto your face. The waiter brought over a cup of coffee and you mindlessly prepared it to your liking, watching the conference intently with your earbuds in. 

“Thank you all for coming, and thank you especially to some of the Avengers for attending. It’s truly a shame that not all of you attended.” The King of Wakanda shifted his eyes to the empty seat next to your sweetheart, and Peter diverted his eyes to the floor. “The Accords are a peacekeeping method to ensure that both the governments of the world and the Avengers can work in harmon-” 

Your watch went black when you heard a resounding boom from across the street. You stood up from your table, gaping at the explosion. Someone had bombed the conference. 

“Fuck.” You covered your mouth with your hand, making your way towards the building. It suddenly hit you. “Peter!” You screamed, making a run for the building entrance. You slipped past all the journalists, but just as you were about to grab the door handle, a guard stopped you. 

“Excuse me ma’am, but you can’t go in there! It’s not safe!” He pushed you back away from the building. You threw off your hat and glasses, revealing your identity. 

“Get out of my way.” You glared at him, and he stepped aside, ashamed that he did not recognize you. Your feet pounded up the stairs, jogging up to the 34th floor. You choked on air as you flung yourself from flight to flight. Some cabinet members were stumbling past you, covered in dust and blood. 

“Peter! Nat! Tony!” You reached the room that was blown in half. You scanned the room for their bodies. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You took fistfuls of your hair, your eyes wide with fear. 

“F/N…” Tony was leaning against the back wall, blood trickling down the side of his face. You rushed over to him, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “No, no.. don’t worry about me. I can get myself down.” His breaths were extremely labored, each one a struggle with all the dust in the air. “Get Peter.. he needs you more.” You nodded, helping him the rest of the way up, trying to find where Peter’s seat would have been. 

“Peter!” Your voice echoed through the hollow room, the sounds of sirens getting closer. You got no reply. “Holy fuck…” On the floor just at the edge of the crumbling building was Peter. His body was limp and bent in an unnatural position. It seemed like the world suddenly was moving in slow motion as you ran down to him, pulling his body away from the edge. “Peter, oh God.” Hot tears began to sting your eyes. “Please, no.” You cradled his head against your chest, sobbing. His face was cut up and bleeding, a spot of red soaking through his suit. “Don’t die on me. You can’t do this.” You threw your head back to the sky, screaming. 

“Mmm…” Peter groaned, just loud enough for you to hear. He was still alive. He was breathing. Peter was still mostly unconscious, but he was still here. You lifted him up and tossed him across your shoulders, making the 34 flight trek back down to the ambulances. 

“Come on, Peter. Hang in there.” You seethed through your teeth, your muscles beginning to burn. Paramedics were making their way up the stairs and when they saw you carrying someone, they quickly rolled a gurney to the bottom of the stairs for you to put him on. They hooked him up to tons of machines and fluids as they placed him in the ambulance. 

“Ma’am, are you coming?” The paramedic was leaning out the door, raising his eyebrows at you. You debated whether that was a good idea or not, knowing that when he woke up, that he wouldn’t be too happy. But you nodded anyways and got into the ambulance. As the building became a small tower stack in the distance, you turned your attention to Peter, taking his hand. You brought it up to your lips, gently pressing a kiss against it. 

The paramedics were putting pressure on his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. There was something wet on your shoulder and you realized that it was his blood. His hands started becoming colder, and his heart rate began to drop. 

“No, no, no, no.” The tears were blurring your vision again. “Don’t do this. Please, please, please don’t leave me.” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hands. 

Just when you thought things might have been alright, they took a turn for the worst. The paramedic’s next words seemed to stop your heart just the same. 

“He’s flat lining…”


I hope you enjoyed it! I’m going to write and post the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” when I get home, so get ready! I love you all, you’re amazing. Have a wonderful rest of your day xoxo

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You hear Negan laugh as you look down at the ground. Please don’t… Please don’t… A pair of boots enter your vision and the damned baseball bat comes under your face. You look up.

“My, my, my… If it isn’t my little lady Y/N…” Negan chuckles. “Miss me, sweetheart?”

You stay silent before Negan. You know he won’t like that, but you also know he hates liars. So you just stay silent. But not for long.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, Y/N,” Negan chides firmly.

You breathe in through your nose deeply. “No, I didn’t miss you.”

Negan tuts and crouches in front of you. “Now, why you gotta hurt me, baby?” You say nothing, knowing that was a rhetorical question. Negan just looks at you closely. He takes his own deep breath, giving you an almost tender smile as he trails the back of a gloved finger across your tear-stained cheek. “I missed you, baby.” 

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Bucky x reader AU

Notes: smut, angst (ish), fluff, swearing, mentions of prison sentence, mentions of criminal activity

(Bonnie & Clyde inspired AU) 

Lana del Rey - Young and Beautiful

Summary: Your husband, James Buchanan Barnes, is trouble. Beautiful, dangerous trouble. After a prison sentence of 34 months, he is finally released and seems to have taken his time to think about what is truly the most important thing in his life. 

To avoid confusion: every chapter will have another added title. The titles are probably all Lana Del Rey songs, which I advise you to listen to while reading. It’s an amazing source of inspiration for me on this one. 

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[ Chapter 2 ] [ Mafia!Dazai x Reader ] 
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[ Words: 1,449 ][ Mature ]
[ Canon Divergent - Canon typical violence ]
[ Language - Adult situation

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