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Loved this so much!! 10/10!!!

K stay with me here, y/n is forced in a relationship with John Walker and is constantly miserable. Bucky knows this so he does everything he can to help her out. Leads to fighting, possibly her getting hurt/Bucky saving her...you know the vibes?!

warning: moments of angst, violence, language, long as hell cause once again I got lost in the story. italics are flash back moments. Typed on mobile, so sorry if I missed anything errors.

You sat on your couch in your apartment in both shock and horror as you watched John Walker walk towards the podium. You knew that Sam had given the shield over to placed inside a museum, but the last thing you expected was this. As John Walker spoke the more and more the dread went through you. Steve had meant a lot to you through the last few years but you knew the one person who’d be more upset and heartbroken about this -Bucky.

Your mind instant to him and you picked your phone up to call him. But as the phone sat against your ear and rang, and rang, your heart sank more. He’d not been answering phone calls more and more lately. Even Sam said at times he couldn’t get a hold of him. But you couldn’t help but be a little heartbroken as his voice came over the speaker, his voicemail playing out. You didn’t bother leaving a message. You just hung up and text.

Just say the news. Please tell me your ok?

But you watched as the bubbles formed and then disappeared. After the third time, you knew you weren’t getting a response. Over the next few days you saw press coverage of the “New Captain America” and every time you saw it you fought back the need to throw up.

You walked down the marble floor corridor with nervous butterflies in your stomach. Ever since the Blip you’d found yourself working back for the government to try and have some semblance of normal back to your life. One moment you in Wakanda fighting for your life and the next your gone. Everyone told you five hears had past, but to you it was merely seconds. You came back beside Bucky, confused on what happened, only to be thrown back into the battle.

You own that day - but at the same time lost a piece of yourself. When you knocked twice and too a few breaths as a voice told you to come in. When you walked in the first person you noticed was John Walker. Something told you that this meeting was going to be anything but a good one.

Bucky left his therapy appointment feeling more annoyed than when he went in. He’d had a rough night of sleep and hearing his therapist try and make him talk about his feelings only made it worse. He didn’t wanna talk about his feelings cause all he felt was angry lately. But then he remembered you’d been blowing his phone up more than usual. He reached into his pocket and searched for your number in his call log.

Shit, 24 missed calls from you, Bucky thought. Another flare of annoyance came to him when he remember his session.

“Give me your phone,” Dr. Raynor spoke as she looked towards Bucky. Her face stoic and emotionless, but her tone gave away to her annoyance of him not participating in today’s session.

Bucky reached into his coat pocket and tosses the phone over to her, which she caught with ease. Flip phone, interesting. She went through his messages, contact list and calls. Dr. Raynor noticed a few things, first that he barely had any contact. His messages consisted of her, Sam and a someone named Y/N.

“Who is Y/N?” She asked, looking towards him for a moment when he grunted before going back to the phone. “She’s been trying to get a hold of you, she sounds worried.”

“She’s...no one,” Bucky muttered. But that was a straight out lie and Dr. Raynor knew that.

“For no one she seems to text you a lot. And today you already have 12 missed calls,” and as she said that, your name popped up on the screen of the phone. “Oh...we about to make that thirteen.”

“Don’t answer that.” Bucky snapped, standing up from the couch and snatching the phone from her hand. He snapped the flip phone shut, cancelling the call. His brows pulled tightly together as he looked at the phone in his gloved hand.

“You need to maintain the friendships you have, James. Because being alone is the last thing you need right now.”

The phone only rang twice before your voice came through the phone. It sent a calm through Bucky he’d only had once, back in Wakanda before everything happened. His eyes shut for a moment as he stopped walking along the streets of Brooklyn.

“Bucky?” you spoke, a softness to your tone. He felt his throat close up for a second. The silence making you worry. “Buck? You there?”

“Y-yeah, doll.” He cleared his throat. “I’m here. Sorry I missed your call...been busy.”

You chuckled and it made his chest warm to hear your laugh.

“You busy? Don’t know if I should be happy to hear that or be worried.” You bit on your lower lip. “You in Brooklyn still?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Good. I’m coming to you. Meet you at your place in twenty?”

Bucky’s eyes widened and he quickly began to rush back to his apartment.

“You’re here?”

“Yes. See you soon. And don’t try and avoid me either, you forget I can track you down any where.”

That made a genuine smile come across his face as he walked through his apartment buildings front door.

“I know you will.”

You let out a heavy breath as you paced circles in the elevator of Bucky’s apartment building. It was in the older part of Brooklyn, the building itself at least a hundred years old and you wondered if he picked it out on purpose. Maybe reminding him of his time before the war, before HYRDA, before everything.

You smiled past a older woman as you walked down the corridor after the doors opened and walked up to the door that you knew was Bucky’s. Your hand rose up and knocked twice to worn and weathered wooden door, only waiting a couple of moments till he opened it.

The moment he came into view, your chest tightened a little and you felt breathless. It wasn’t unknown to anyone how much Bucky meant to you, well maybe expect Bucky himself. The time you two spent together quickly had the friendship change to more; for you. You loved how no matter what was placed in front of him, all the heartbreak and trauma, he was gentle. He was kind. Bucky always had your back no matter what. There were moments where it was hard to get through to him, but at the end of the day, he was your person. But to the fact that he was older than you, outside of him being 106, you didn’t think he saw you that way. You thought he still saw you as the young SHIELD Agent Steve worked with.

“Y/N,” he spoke in a soft breath, before stepping to the side to let you in. You smiled towards him slightly before looking around the apartment as you walked in.

You could see the coffee mug left behind on the counter. There wasn’t much furniture in the main part of the apartment. A small coffee table with a single lamp along with a two seater couch, both looking to be worn down, most likely from a thrift shop. You stopped short when you noticed the bundle of pillows and blankets on the other side of the couch. A frown came across your face as you slowly turned around to face.

“No bed?”

“Floor is more comfortable.” He spoke with a gruffness to his voice as he locked the front door. Bucky walked past you and moved towards the couch. “But I have a feeling you’re not here to talk about my sleeping arrangement.”

“No.” You sighed heavily as you once again began to pace and fidget with your hands. Bucky knew that as a sign that you were nervous. “Umm...so you know about the whole Captain America, John Walker situation?” Bucky grunted in response, his lips turning down in a frown. “Well, um, a few days ago I got called in by the GRC and t-they...uh...”

Bucky got up from the couch as he saw you start to panic slightly, moving to grab your hands to have your attention turn to him. The moment your eyes met his, all the panic seemed to disappear. His hand moved up to caress along your cheek, the cool vibranium against your hot cheek.

“What’s going on? Your nervous, you don’t get nervous.”

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.” You whispered with a hint of shame in your tone.

“Hate you?” Bucky’s brows pulled tightly together, his eyes searching over your face for any sign of what could be bothering you. “Doll, I could never be mad at you.”

“You might wanna rethink after what I have to say.” You stepped out of his arms before taking a deep breath. “I’m working with John Walker, as his partner.”

Bucky froze where he stood, face becoming unreadable, but a storm brewing in his eyes. You felt small under his gaze.

“I didn’t have a choice, you know, with coming back there isn’t a lot for me to do any more. The Avengers are gone. Tony is gone. Steve is...” Bucky’s eyes hardened more at the mention of his friends name, making you shrink more. “I don’t have much choice of what my assignments are any more.”

“So what? You’re his sidekick now?”

“Partner, with another guy named Lemar Hoskins.” You took a deep breath. “I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice.” He growled with his voice growing in volume. “This isn’t what Steve wanted. You know this!”

“You don’t think I told them that? They weren’t really open or wanting to hear my opinion.” You scoffed

“This is bullshit. Does Sam know?” you nodded your head. “And what did he say?”

“He was a lot more supportive than you’re being right now, Buck.” You spoke before turning your gave away from him. You knew he’d be upset, but this wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. Bucky was supposed to be your person.

Bucky sighed heavily and ran his hand over his face, a groan coming out from him before he walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hesitated for a moment before wrapping your arms around him. Your face buried into his chest and took a deep breath, smelling the warmth of his scent envelop you.

“I’m sorry doll, I’m sorry.” He whispered, his voice calmer now.

“I don’t want this. I’ve spent one week with the guy and I already am miserable.” Your voice was muffled slightly since your face was nuzzled into his chest, but her heard you. His heart broke at the defeated tone in your voice.

“I’m here for you, whenever, ok? You call me and I’m gonna be there.”

You nodded your head not trusting your voice to speak. You spent the rest of the weekend with Bucky, sleeping on the small couch as he slept on the floor. That was the most peaceful sleep he’d gotten in a long time since moving in. Bucky knew it was because you were there. You dreaded heading back home, knowing you’d be going on a press tour with John and Lemar.

Bucky watched every interview that you were in. His stomach twisted in knots as he saw you standing beside John. Almost every interview tried to hint at the two of you possibly being together, he could see how uncomfortable you were as John played along. Knowing he was trying to use you for a romantic angle with the press, only made him want to punch him more.

Bucky remembered walking you a news stand when out for lunch with Mr. Nakajima with your face on the front page. You were standing beside John in what looked to be a mission. On your face was a smile, but your body language said something else.

“Stop making it look like we’re a couple.” You glared towards John, grossing your arms at your chest.

John laughed “Why is that such a bad idea? People love it. Steve’s prodigy with the new Capitan America.”

You glared towards him and felt another answer in your chest, “That’s not the point! You’re married, and I’m...”

“In love with Bucky Barnes?” John interrupted, a cocky smirk on his face “Don’t think I don’t hear the secret phone calls.”

“James has nothing to do with this,” You stressed before turning and leaving out of the room. You couldn’t stand being around him for much longer without feeling like you were gonna explode from the inside. You also couldn’t wait to get out of the new uniform you had. It was a deep navy blue skin tight cat suit with a utility belt that made you feel like it was a second skin. Normally that would be fine, it the deep cut in the front wasn’t so obvious.

Weeks went by and time with John didn’t get better. You kept reminding yourself it was a job, and at least you got along with Lamar. The three of you headed out after getting a lead on the new rebellion group the Flag Smasher that were stealing supplies all through Europe. You hopped into the helicopter and double checked your weapons as it shot into the sky.

When the helicopter got closer to the moving targets, you noticed and recognized two others that were fighting against the group. Bucky and Sam. You reacted quickly the moment it was close enough and dropped down onto the shoulders of one of the Flag Smashers, tightening the hold with your thighs before twisting your body to send them to the ground. Bucky watched the movement in shock and amazement as you sent them down to the ground with ease, before jumping up and sending your heel into their face.

“So nice of you to join!” Bucky shouted towards you with a smirk, before sending a punch into another’s gut.

You saw John and Lamar join the two of you, but even with the added numbers, it wasn’t looking good. These rebels were strong, almost too strong. Even if though you were able to take one down with ease, it was mostly due to the surprise. Now you felt like you couldn’t get the upper hand. One of the larger men charged towards you, moving to punch quickly, which you were able to dodge. But he moved quick and swiped your feet from beneath you, sending you back first onto the top of the semi truck.

You let out a loud groan as you felt the air knocked out of you lungs. Your eyes widened when you saw a boot coming to your face, and rolled quickly to miss it. As you moved, a hand came down and fisted the back of your uniform, before throwing you to the side. A scream left your lips as you found yourself falling over the side of the truck. Buck was stuck underneath one of the trucks, and watched in horror as you slammed down onto a moving car that was between the two trucks.

“Y/N!” He screamed, fear lacing into his voice and tightening around his neck.

The moment you hit the top of the car, the impact knocked you out cold. Your mind going fuzzy before turning black. Sam moved quick to save Bucky from beneath the truck sending the two of then tumbling down a field at the side of the road. The two trucks continued with John and Lamar atop.

You were the only thing on Bucky’s mind, moving off Sam quickly, before rushing up and towards the road again. You were still laid across the top of the car as he approached, the drive on the phone, with who he prayed was emergency. He walked up beside you and felt tears well up in his eyes as he saw the blood dripping down the side of your face. Cuts broken along your lips, nose and cheeks.

“Y/N?” He whispered before pressing two fingers along your neck, sighing with relief when he felt a pulse.

“Is she ok?” Sam asked as he ran up towards him, worry all over his face.

“She’s got a pulse.” Bucky turned and glared towards the direction the others were going. “He didn’t even stop to see if she was ok.”

Sam sighed “I know man.”

“She could’ve died!” Buck screamed

“Let’s just get her taken care of man,” Sam walked up to him and placed a calming and comforting hand on his shoulders “Well deal with him later,”

The first thing you noticed when you woke was the sound of annoying beeps and soft conversations. It was two voices, male, and familiar. The second thing you noticed was a heavy weight in your hand, and with the cooling touch, you knew it was Bucky. Your eyes blinked a few times before finally staying open, both Sam and Bucky looking towards you with relief.

“There’s our girl,” Sam smiled as he began to rise from his chair, “I’ll go and get the doctor.”

Buck ignored him as he left the room, his only focus on you. You went to speak, but found that nothing was coming out. Your throat too dry and hoarse. So instead you groaned and pulled on his arm more.

“What? You in pain? Need something?” Bucky spoke with a rush, but watched as you pointed towards the pitcher of water. He moved quickly to pour you a glass before helping you take a drink. “Better?”

“Much.” You coughed “What happened?”

“You got thrown off a semi going 100 mph and landed on top of another car.” Bucky spoke, you could see the anger flash in his blue eyes.

But you couldn’t remember any of that. But the pain you were feeling through your body was evidence enough.

“Where is John?”

“Back home, why do you care? He didn’t even fucking stop to see if you were alive!”

You whimpered as his voice rose, not cause you were scared, but that it made your head hurt worse. Bucky frowned and whispered a soft apology.

“I wasn’t asking cause I care.” You spoke, “I was just wondering. He so worried about looking good for the press you thought he’d be here for a photo op.”

Bucky frowned “You really fucking scared me. I thought you were dead.”

You frowned as you looked towards him and saw the deep frown on his face. You pulled on his arm more to pull him close. Bucky moved without hesitation before reaching to caress your face gently, squeezing your hand a little more.

“You’re not working with that asshole any more, you can come with me and Sam. I don’t care what the GRC has to say.”

You looked up to him and smiled, nodding your head “Ok.”

Bucky looked towards you and sighed softly, thanking whatever go that was listening, for keeping the girl he loved alive. Whether you knew that or not.

#bucky barnes fanfic

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Coffee Cups and Morning Promises // Bucky Barnes

Request: Hey queen!! Since Sebastian has been looking like such a snack in the falcon and the winter soldier, I’m not sure if your marvel requests are open but can I request something fluffy with Bucky? - @whovianwholikesgirls

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it isn’t longer, I’m still getting used to Bucky’s character! Anyway, I hope I have done your request justice and I hope you all like! The song that inspired part of this is Bruno Major - Old Fashioned.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, mentions of coffee.

Word count: 1.1k

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#SO CUTE AAAAAHHHHHHH SVSKSVWKWBWKS #softsoftsoftsoft #bucky barnes fanfic

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𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎

pairing: sam wilson x woc!reader

summary: a bad start to the day and some spilled coffee later, something changes between you and a flirty regular

word count: 1,398 words

warnings: stress, crying, literally just fluff

author's note: heads up this is the first thing i've ever written so if it's absolutely horrible ... i apologize but i love sammy and he needs more fics on here <3 this was written for @honeysucklesteve 's 4k writing challenge! def feel free to give feedback :) i hope you enjoy and like/reblog if you do🥺

It had been close to 4 months since you first moved out to New York City. As soon as you finished your undergrad degree, you knew New York was where you were headed for grad school. Something about the city always drew you to it and you were ecstatic to finally live there and become a local to the city you admired for far too long.

The energetic city never left a dull moment in your life. Within the few months you spent here, you felt yourself falling in love with it, never being able to imagine your life without it.

While you studied at NYU, you found a well paying job at a quaint cafe close by to your cozy studio apartment in the heart of the city. You had great friends at work and one of your closest friends at the cafe was your manager, Jess.

A week into your job, a certain customer caught your eye. Everyone knew him as The Falcon but as time progressed, to you he was just Sam. A regular customer, you would see Sam every morning since first working at the cafe and slowly grew closer together as friends.

At first sight your heart dropped into your stomach when you first saw the man standing in line, waiting to place his coffee order. His chiseled jaw and large stature immediately brought butterflies into your stomach. Although you wouldn’t dare admit it, you found yourself harbouring a small crush on the man.

The first few interactions the pair of you had were light touches and flirtatious smiles while you would place his order on the table he was seated at. Soon you began having small conversations when you would give Sam his usual order every morning. Before you knew it, small conversations turned into a friendship where the two of you would spend time together outside of work. Often on the weekends when both your busy schedules allowed for a moment's rest.

Your friends knew that there was an unspoken thing between you and Sam but the two of you were just too stubborn to admit it to anyone else, or even each other.

Every morning when Sam would enter the coffee shop, Jess would give you a small nudge and smirk letting you know he was here. She was convinced that Sam shared the same feelings that you had for him but you would always remind her, “We’re just friends Jess, there’s no way he’s into me.”

This particular morning, the universe decided to have some fun with you. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. You woke up to a returned assignment from one of your professors and saw that you barely got a passing grade on the paper that took you all of last week to write.

If that wasn’t enough to put a damper on your morning, you missed your 7am train, and were 20 minutes late to your shift at work. Not only were you late, but cold too since your umbrella broke on the way to work, leaving you to walk the remaining 3 blocks while the cold raindrops fell upon you.

You kept your spirits high though because you were almost at work and you knew Sam would be there, like he always is, waiting for you. The both of you sat together and enjoyed your coffee together in the morning before he went off to do his own work and you yours.

The thought of seeing Sam was the only thing that kept you warm in the crisp morning air. Picturing him sitting at his usual table with that handsome smile brought goosebumps to your skin.

As you arrived at work, Sam saw you enter the shop, a tiny bit of frustration present on your face. You went straight to the back to grab your apron and try to fix your hair as much as you could, thanks to the rain.

“Sorry I’m late Jess, it’s just not my morning” you apologized.

“You’re fine, don’t worry about it. Kept your prince charming waiting though.” she smirked. You rolled your eyes and laughed dryly as you moved your way around the coffee machines.

Sam was slightly concerned by the frustrated look you had on when you entered however, as you came back to the front of the shop you had a small smile on your face. He relaxed back into his chair and patiently waited for you to join him.

You made both your drinks and headed his way, that same warmth flooding you once again. As crappy as your morning was, seeing the smile on Sam’s face and the way his rich brown eyes lit up brought you comfort and a sense of stability.

“Hey sweetheart” he smiled, the smile reaching his eyes as he stared up at you.

To your surprise, the universe wasn’t finished having its fun with you just yet.

Just as you head towards Sam, hot coffee in hand you trip a few feet away. The drinks you were once holding fly and spill over the floor, and worse, over Sam.

Immediately you ran up to him and began apologizing, “Sam I, I’m so sorry I don’t know what happened! Are you okay?” You rambled on and on about how sorry you were and didn’t notice hot tears of anger and embarrassment welling up in your eyes.

Angry at yourself for having another thing go wrong, and embarrassed that you made a mess all over Sam.

“Woah, take a deep breath for me okay?” Sam grabs a hold of your shoulders gently and sees your eyes filled to the brim with tears.

He looks over at Jess and nods toward the back, a silent ask to take you to the back to help you calm down instead of infront of all the customers which he knew would only make you feel worse.

Jess nods back with a soft look gracing her face, knowing you were having a tough morning.

“Let’s get to the back and we can clean up there okay, come on” Sam takes your hand guiding you away from curious eyes.

He sits down and beckons you over to his lap, your legs hanging over his thighs. “What’s got you so upset?” Sam rubs your back urging you to speak your mind to him.

“It’s just, nothing’s gone right. I don’t think I did one thing correctly today since I woke up. I’m so tired.” You explained the course of your morning while Sam kept rubbing small circles on your back, peppering small kisses to your forehead and temple in between.

He assures you everything is gonna be okay and you nod, still feeling bad about ruining his clothes you apologize, “I’m sorry about the coffee, I made such a mess.” Your voice slightly raspy, raw from crying just moments ago.

“It’s just my jacket sweetheart, no big deal.” He takes it off and puts it aside, “See, all clean now that it's off yeah?”

He grabs your chin between his fingers, lifting it so that your eyes meet his, “Now where’s that smile I love huh? Come on sweetheart, I can stay here all day if that’s what it takes.”

You giggle, a soft smile appearing. Knowing full and well that Sam Wilson would in fact cancel all his plans just to stay in this shop all day if that’s what it took to bring a smile to your face.

“There’s my pretty girl, how about I come get you after your shift. I know a few ways I can make my girl feel all better.” He smiled, a hint of playfulness behind his words.

You stand up, grabbing a hold of his jaw while he towers over you, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea to me” you stare up at him, shifting from his eyes to his lips.

Before going back out front, he grabs the back of your neck bringing your lips to meet his in a soft kiss. One that both of you had been waiting for, for far too long.

Your day definitely started off on the wrong foot but all it took was spilled coffee and kisses to turn it around. To turn an unspoken thing into something spoken, and maybe you would finally admit to yourself that the city wasn’t the only thing you were falling in love with.

#this is so freaking cute!!!!!!!#i had the biggest smile on my face at the end istggg #sam wilson fic

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Some stuff I’ll be working on

1.)Emotionally toxic boyfriend with Peter being his usual kind self requested by anonymous

2.) Angsty Infinity war request by anonymous

3.) Shy!Reader request by anonymous

4.) Dear No One Tori Kelly song request by anonymous

Alright peeps. I’m back… for a little bit at least. I’ve been gone for months because I lost the desire to write. But, I’m starting to get that itch again, that itch to write, so I went through the requests I had and picked out the few that I felt like writing. In all honesty I’ll probably only write a couple of these, but I felt like shit for not writing any of them so this is me trying. the new parts for New Rules and Is This The End will not be written. My computer fucked up and deleted most of what I had for New Rules, and I feel like I won’t be able to recreate it without getting upset and quitting. And I didn’t really feel like writing another part for Is This The End.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker oneshot #peter parker fic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #spiderman oneshot #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #lets hope this ends well

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Is This The End? [Part 3]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

Warnings: Guys, this is really bad. Swearing. Very painful injury. Heights. Kidnapping. A bit of torture. Just… Pain, lots of pain. (That is a reference. If you get, high five!)

Summary: After getting kidnapped, you wake up and find yourself on top of a tall building in excruciating pain. You try your best to stall what you feel is your final day while going through a series of unfortunate events [hehe].

A/N: It’s finally fucking here! God, I am so sorry for the damn wait, I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t really had the time to just sit down and write. I hope you enjoy this part. there might be another part to this, I’m not sure though. Thank you @ilovetardisblue for helping me with this chapter!!!

[Part 1] [Part 2]

The the last thing you remember before passing out is his hand covering your mouth with a cloth.

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When you groggily come to, the first thing that grabs your attention, is the excruciating pain in your shoulder that you’re laying on. You try to get up, crying out as you do so because the top of it feels like it’s being dipped in lava. You squeeze your eyes in pain as you slowly sit up.

After taking a minute to catch your breath, you open your eyes, tears blurring your vision, as you try to look at what’s wrong with your shoulder. You blink rapidly, eyes clearing of tears as you look at it. Your eyes widen at the sight of your extremely bruised and swollen shoulder surrounding an odd bump on the top of it.

Goddamn. What the hell happened?

You look up to take a look at your surroundings, but get distracted by the fact that you’re only a couple feet from the ledge of the building you’re on. With a quick glance around you, you realize it’s a very tall building.

“Oh FUCK!” You screech, awkwardly scrambling away from the ledge as much as you can, squeezing your eyes shut while trying to catch your breath. Your shoulder flaring up in pain from moving as you focus on staying calm, taking deep breaths as you go through everything you can remember.

You remember answering the door to an old man standing in front of you, and him knocking you out, but you have no idea what happened after. That must’ve been one hell of a drug, goddamn.

You sigh, looking around at your surroundings, searching for anything that could help you. Your heart drops when you realize there’s nothing there. You’re on some hellish building that doesn’t have the usual barrier around the perimeter of the building. It just drops down straight into the underworld. It takes you a minute to take in the fact that something with wings is walking towards you. You flinch, reprimanding yourself for moving as your shoulder protests. It’s not until the thing is only a couple feet away from you that you recognize its face and realize it’s the old man that kidnapped you.

You scowl up at him, not wanting to look even more vulnerable then you already are. You lean away as he glances at you before looking back at the phone- your phone- in his hands. “What do you want with me? I’m literally no use to you.” You ask, surprised that your voice doesn’t falter.

“Oh, you’ll see. You’re Spider-Man’s friend; you’re all the use in the world.” Giving you a condescending smile, he adds, “Now, why don’t you give your little friend, Spider-Man, a call so we can talk business.”

You let out a bark of laughter, “And how would I do that? I don’t even know the guy, let alone have his number.” The adrenaline pumping through your veins giving you the courage to be brave and lie to keep Peter safe, because you know the guy does not just want to have a little chat.

“Okay, then you’re going to give your little friend, Peter, a call for me.” He orders, the breath whooshing out of you in shock. He knows Peter. How does he know Peter?

Your eyes widen slightly as you realize that based off of the fact that this guy is wearing a costume and has kidnapped you, that this asshole must know that Peter is Spider-Man. Shit.

“W-what?”

He leans down and growls out, “Unless you want to know what it’s like to know what it’s like to watch a loved one…your mother perhaps…die in front of you while you do nothing, I suggest you help me out and call your precious Spider-Man.” Your heart stops at the thought your mom getting hurt, and you start to feel nauseous. You take a deep breath and glare at the guy, rage clouding your vision as you growl out, “Don’t you dare lay a fucking finger on my mom.”

He chuckles and says, “Then do what I asked, and we’ll get along famously.”

“How do you even know about Peter?” you bite out, trying to stall as much as possible, hoping that someone will help you.

“Well, Y/N, seeing that I’ve been keeping tabs on the amazing Spider-Man ever since he screwed up one of my deals, and kept ruining my week, I’m gonna notice when he suddenly takes his mask off for someone.” He says with a pointed glance. “And after hearing you blubbering his name for the world to hear, I did some digging on you, saw you had a friend named Peter that was very close in resemblance to the Spider-Man that was on your fire escape and realized I could use you to get to him.”

Your heart stops. He knows where I live. He’s looked me up. Looked Peter up. He wants him dead. You close your eyes as tears threaten to fall.

Face white as a sheet, from both blood loss and fear, you shakily get to your feet, wincing at the pain, and stare down the man before you.

“What do you want with him?” You ask quietly, glaring at the man in disgust.

“Just want to have a little talk with him. Get him to understand where I’m coming from. And if he disagrees with me…” His lips curving into a malicious smile, he adds, “Well, that’s when the real fun will begin.” With that, he reaches out to grip your injured shoulder painfully. The action makes you let out a piercing scream, tears streaming down your face.

“STOP! LET GO!!” You sob, weakly pushing at his arm, black spots in your vision.

“Call your precious boyfriend or I push you off the building and you die.” He threatens, letting go and shoving the phone into your hand.

You slowly sink to the ground, whimpering at the pain that’s lighting your nerves on fire. With shaky fingers, you unlock your phone one handed and dial Peter’s number. It only takes a couple of rings before he answers.

“Y/N? You’re calling me? I thought-“

“Peter…” You breathe, too delirious to get much out before Winged Asshole snatches the phone out of your hand. You give him a death glare as he brings the phone to his ear.

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Peter sits up with a frown, an uneasy feeling washing over him, your weak voice freaking him out. “Y/N, is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

Pedro!” A man’s voice suddenly answers, making Peter yank the phone away from his ear, that uneasy feeling intensifying. That voice sounds familiar.

“Who is this? Where is Y/N?” Peter demands. Starting to pace on top of the building he was on, he starts to think of why that voice sounds familiar.

“Oh come on, Peter, you don’t recognize my voice?” The man asks, making Peter furrow his eyebrows. Who are you? It takes him a minute before he realizes why it’s familiar. He stops pacing and his face grows deathly pale.

“Where are you, you asshole? What did you do to her?!” Peters roars, rage and panic battling for attention as he grips his hair, mask forgotten on the ground.

“Listen, I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you’ve given me no choice. If you want to see your beloved little friend again, and breathing; I suggest you get up to the top of 432 Park Avenue within five minutes so we can talk like gentlemen or I push Y/N off of the building.”

Peter sucks in a breath of air, the thought of not being there to protect you tearing him apart.

“I’ll be there. Don’t hurt her!”

All Peter hears in response is an ominous laugh before the villain hangs up. Peter shoves his phone in his pocket and shoots a web, flinging himself towards Manhattan trying to get there as fast as possible, millions of different scenarios racing through his mind.

This is why Spider-Man and Peter have to be separate. Now the love of my life is in danger because of me. Thoughts like this plague Peter’s mind as he flew towards your location.

After racing to get there before those five minutes where up, Peter makes it to Park Avenue. Launching himself as high as he can, he starts to climb up the side of the building, going as fast as he can. He gets to the top in record time, only slightly winded, and looks up, afraid he’s too late. His eyes widen, the sight before him making him freeze.

You are on the other side, dangerously close to the edge, laying down, with tears flowing into your hair. He barely even registers that the Vulture is over by the door leading into the building as he shouts, “Y/N!!”

He watches you flinch, the sudden noise startling you.

Sprinting over to you, he quickly makes it across the roof, sliding on his knees when he gets a few feet away from you. Tears spring to his eyes as he takes in the sight of you crying and in pain. He stares at your swollen and bruised shoulder in anger. I wasn’t there to protect you. I failed.

“Y/N, oh my God… I am so sorry. I am so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” He says with tears running down his face.

You look up at him, fear in your eyes.

“Peter, no! What are you doing? He’s going to kill you! You have to get out of here!” you yell, panic and anxiety coursing through your veins. You try sitting up to show him how serious you are, but he pushes you down the second you wince.

“No, Y/N. I don’t care if I get hurt; I had to come save you. I couldn’t live with myself if you died and I didn’t try to save you. Not after Uncle Ben.”

Fresh tears make their way down your cheeks, this idiot is gonna die because of me. You don’t have time to say anything before the man suddenly appears behind Peter only giving you time for you to widen your eyes in warning before the man abruptly reaches out and grabs onto him, dragging him away from you, making Peter grunt in surprise.

“Peter! Nice of you to join us!”

Peter quickly gets out of Vulture’s grasp getting into a protective stance in front of you.

“Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” Peter asks, eyes narrowing as he looks for a way to take him down so he can get you to a hospital; that shoulder worrying him.

“To talk. You see, for the past week, you haven’t seemed to have gotten with the program. You leave me to my business, and I don’t kill you. But since you haven’t understood that little deal, I decided to take matters into my own hands and use the glorious opportunity you gave me last night when you decided to take your mask off for your friend. It gave me the opportunity to start making you pay.”

As he talked, Peter slowly started walking around him, while trying to take him further across the roof and away from you.

“Well, I don’t know what you expected. You’re a criminal, a villain. I’m not just going to turn away from what you’re doing like everything is good.”

You’re in the middle of trying to get to the door as quick as possible, hoping that can block you from most of the fight when you hear the man say, “Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping we could work something out.”

Knowing nothing good will come out of that, you hurry it up, biting your lip to contain groans of pain. You’re so focused on getting to the door, you don’t notice the man flying towards you until you hear Peter’s panicked voice yelling, “Y/N! Look out!”

You look up, startled, and realize he’s too close for you to do anything. So you stand there, accepting fate, when he jerks back, Peter’s web attached to his back. The wings flap forward, the force of the wind making you stumble back closer to the ledge. You hear the man growl in frustration as he spins around cutting the webbing with his wings and going after Peter instead, and you watch as they fight around the roof, getting more and more violent as the fight goes on.

You watch in horror as Winged Asshole goes to grab Peter by the chest to beat him into the ground. I’ve got to do something.

“HEY, ASSHOLE!” You scream, making him pause as he looks at you, Peter hanging in his grip like a ragdoll. You march over to them, adrenaline racing through your body as you stare the man down.

“Put him down, right now! If you’re gonna fucking kill someone, go for me. I’m not important.” You say, ignoring Peter’s protesting as you continue to stare Captain Asshole down. It’s hard to get a read on him with his creepy mask on but after what feels like a couple minutes of silence he throws Peter to the ground with a little more power than needed and drops to the floor, stalking towards you.

With your heart beating in your throat, you stand your ground. You quickly hold your hand up when he gets close, “I have one request before you take your ridiculous anger out on me.” You wait for his nod, “Take your mask off, I want to look you in the face as you kill me.” You hold back a smirk as he fulfills your request, seeing Peter get up, you pray he can do something to save you, because after what you were about to do, Captain Asshole is definitely going to want to murder you.

The second you see that his mask is out of the way, you ball your right hand into a fist, pull back, and punch him in the nose as hard you can. You smile victoriously as he shouts in surprise, stumbling back as he covers his nose with his hand. You see Peter’s eyes widen as he sneaks up behind the asshole.

You’re prepared to step out of the way to let Peter do his thing, but get distracted by Captain Dick snarling a very creative insult, “You fucker!” while rushing towards you. Startled, you take a couple steps back. You have just enough awareness to see Peter start to fight him again before your heel slips off the edge of the building.

With the feeling of time slowing down, as you try to gain your balance, your breath catching as fear overwhelms you. Which causes you to lose your balance even more, your head becoming dizzy with lack of oxygen, you try your hardest to catch your balance, but your fear of heights makes everything in you freeze up.

Fear crushing you, you slip even more, now falling backwards off the roof and to a painful death. Your stomach jumps to your throat, heart racing bloodcurdling screams tearing their way out of you as you plummet to your death. Tears blur your vision as you try to grab on to anything to stop your fall. The last thing you see before your heart stops is the red and blue blur of Peter flying towards you.

TAGLIST: @ohparkers @baka-chanismyname @thatspiderbaby @captaincalliemae @trickyholland @digicharr @mamanewta5 @artsysad @j-k-aesthetics @everythinguncharted

@babyfairybaekhyun @davros2004

#peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker oneshot #spiderman x reader #spiderman oneshot #spiderman imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #marvel oneshot #marvel imagine

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MASTERLIST

I will update this every time I post a new fic. And I know I don’t have a lot of fics written at the moment, but I thought I’d start getting them organized now before it gets too crazy. I’d love it if you guys reblogged this. Have a great day!

[updated 9/19/17]

* not posted

Peter Parker:

Is This The End? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4*)[Gender Neutral!Reader]

New Rules (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3*) (Part 4*) [Gender Neutral!Reader]

Tell Me You Love Me (x) [Gender Neutral!Reader]

The Incident (x) [One female pronoun used]

The Little Thief (x) [Gender Neutral!Reader]

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Haha so I just now looked at my activity and found outlying mentioned me. Sorry if it was weird that I rebooted the prompt list; I just liked them and I wanted to be able to access later. And I LOVE the story that I sort of requested lol

It’s not weird at all! I should’ve realized that you weren’t exactly requesting it. But, I’m happy you liked it! I had fun writing it:)

#answered ask

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Can you tag me in like everything pls. I LOVE LIKE SOOOOOOO MUCH❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF. Yes, I can definitely do that:)

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The Little Thief

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader. It’s pretty platonic, but you can interpret it how ever you like.

Word Count: 1,345

Warnings: Language.

Summary: Someone decides to take your car for a joyride. and it turns out you know the little thief.

Requested: Um… Yes? I dunno, @turtlepowersactivated reblogged this prompt list talking about number 10 and thought I’d write it for them anyway?

A/N: Guys, I think I’m ill. I’m posting anouither fic withing like 30 hours of posting part 2 of New rules. Never done that before. Lol, enjoy this piece of work. I’m gonna go work on some requests now. I’m finally gettin’ to it!

After waiting for Peter to get back from whatever it was he needed to do for an hour, you get up and collect your books, making you way out of the library and to your car. Quickly making your way to your car, ready to relax at your place, you don’t notice anything amiss until you get to the spot you parked.

Where. The fUCK. Is my car. You look around, livid over the fact that some fucking stole your car when you spot the familiar shape of it a few parking spaces over. Your eyes widen in surprise and you make a mad dash for it. Eyes running over the exterior for anything unusual, happy that you don’t see anything major wrong with it, and you quickly make your way to the driver’s side and unlock your door. You dive in the second you get the door open to see if anything was stolen and see a note taped to the steering wheel.

Sorry for borrowing your car, I had to use it real quick. There’s no damage, and I promise nothing was stolen – your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

More like friendly neighborhood jackass.

You take another, closer, look at the note, feeling like there was something familiar about it. After wracking your brain for an answer, you have a ridiculous thought. Is that Peter’s handwriting?

You set your backpack on your lap, opening it up to look for something that had Peter’s handwriting on it, knowing you had something with his handwriting in there. Letting out a shout of triumph, you take out an English paper of Peter’s that you had to go through for grammatical mistakes with him today and compare his handwriting with Spider-Man’s note.

After flipping back and forth between the two, you slowly lift your head and stare out the window; feeling like this was the last puzzle piece as everything clicked into place.

That little shit!

You shook your head in disbelief as you tried to comprehend the fact that your best friend was Spider-Man. It took you a minute to realize how long Spider-Man had been around, but when you did, you stomach dropped. Oh mY gOD. He became Spider-Man when he was fifteen!

You were going to have a serious talk with your friend, Peter Parker, when you saw him next.

–

A couple hours had passed since you found out Pete was Spider-Man and you spent those two hours thinking about everything Peter had gone through, finally stopping when the jerk decided to call you. After jumping from the sudden noise of your phone ringing, you picked it up, already knowing who it was.

“Hello, Peter. I hope you’re okay. I only waited for an hour and a half for you to at least text me, but it’s fine,” You say, voice layered with sarcasm. Of course, you now know why he had to, but were unable to not give him shit for it.

“Uh, yeah, I’m really sorry about that, Y/N. Something urgent came up. Listen, I was wondering if I could come by your place in like 20 minutes? I thought we could hangout since I had to cut our study session short earlier.”

“Have at it, dude, you know I have nothing else planned. I cannot wait to tell you what happened to me after you left.” Chuckling, you head to the kitchen to see if there’s anything good to eat in the kitchen.

“Oh, what happened? Are you okay?” Peter demands, thinking that something bad happened to you after you left.

“Pssh, I’m fine! I’ll tell you all the juicy details when you get here. Bye!” You hear Peter start to say something, but hang up, smirking, and set your phone down to look through your fridge. After a minute of searching, you grab some food and head to the couch, settling down with a sigh, and turn on the tv to find something you and Peter would want to watch while you wait for him to get to your place.

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20 minutes later you’ve eaten your food and are dividing your attention between the screen and your phone, when you hear a knock at your door. You get up and open the door and find Peter lightly hoping from foot to foot with a worried expression.

“Hey, Peter! C’mon in you dork.” You slide to the side and smile at him as he walks in. You’ve barely closed the door when you feel a tug on your shirt. You glance over and raise an eyebrow at Peter, waiting for him to ask you a question.

“What happened?” He asks, nervously biting his lip. Your heart goes soft at the look he’s giving you and you can’t help but smile tenderly at him. You grab his hand and gently squeeze it before walking to the kitchen once again to get some water for the both of you. The innocence in that question both confused and amused you. Did he not realize you’d be upset, well amused now, about the car? You watched Peter’s expressions from the corner of your eye as you started talking, hoping his reactions would further prove your theory.

“Well, I had just gathered all my books and everything and headed to my car to head home, you know, as you do, but ended up having a heart attack because my car was not in the spot I parked it.” You weren’t disappointed. The second you mentioned your car Peter’s face went pale with panic.

You turn and fill the cups up with water as you continue telling your story.

“But, it’s okay!! After looking around the parking lot in disbelief for a few minutes, I realized my car was only a few parking spaces away from me! Which, thank God. My parents would’ve killed me. Anyway,” You say, turning towards his very fake nonchalant self, handing him his water, “So I get to my car, unlock it, and what do I see? A note from a very famous dude. Spider-Man, in fact. You know him, right?” You smirk, fighting to hold back laughter, as you watch Peter scramble for an answer. You don’t give him time, though, going for the final part that’ll blow his cover.

“You know, there was one thing dear old Spider-Man forgot to check. You see, it’s awesome that he left a note- I’m not sure why he’d take a car when he can swing from his webs- that’s just my opinion- but Spider-Man probably forgets from time to time that people can recognize things that they’ve continuously seen for, oh, I don’t know, a few years?” You stare at Peter with a shit eating grin, “And Peter, I recognized the handwriting. You might wanna look into printing them out? So people don’t recognize the handwriting?”

Peter stands there, eyes wide with shock, as he processes what you just said. It takes him a minute, but he shakes it off, already admitting defeat.

“You caught me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was Spider-Man, but I wanted-”

You stop the start of what you know would be a rambling mess by putting your cup on the counter and placing your hands on his shoulders, “Peter, it’s fine! I’m not mad. Well, I mean I was a bit miffed you didn’t tell me at first, but I’ve thought about it the entire two hours of knowing, and have come to realize you probably did it to protect me. Which is sweet as hell by the way.” Smiling softly at Peter, watching him slightly nod his head, showing that he understood, you wait until Peter’s body had lost some of the tension before dropping your hands.

“You want to go sit on the couch and see what’s on tv?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Peter nods and takes a sip of water, following you to the living room.

After about 30 minutes of watching some tv show you hear Peter ask:

“So…. Where do you think I could get notes like that printed?”

Tag List: @15-shades-of-fangirl @onceuponateenpanwolfian @thatspiderbaby @captaincalliemae @trickyholland @baka-chanismyname @digicharr @mamanewta5 @artsysad @babyfairybaekhyun @o-brienwrites @cubedtriangle @kawaiianime03

If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know!!!

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list of things I’ll be working on in order

1.)Emotionally toxic boyfriend with Peter being his usual kind self requested by anonymous

2.) Sorry not sorry Demi Lovato song request by anonymous

3.) Superhero!Reader requested by anonymous potentially titled ‘Badass Sidekick’

4.) First date request by @imaginesyes

5.) Angsty Infinity war request by anonymous

6.) Avenger!Reader request by anonymous

7.) Shy!Reader request by anonymous

8.) Dear No One Tori Kelly song request by anonymous

9.) Part 3 of New Rules

10.) Part 4 of Is This The End?

11.) Jealous Superpowered!Reader request by @imaginesyes

#its getting smaller!!!#yay!!!!#future fic

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The Little Thief

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader. It’s pretty platonic, but you can interpret it how ever you like.

Word Count: 1,345

Warnings: Language.

Summary: Someone decides to take your car for a joyride. and it turns out you know the little thief.

Requested: Um... Yes? I dunno, @turtlepowersactivated reblogged this prompt list talking about number 10 and thought I’d write it for them anyway?