Nonexistent (Peter Parker Au)

Fake Instagram posts for Peter Parker dating the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts 

honestly, imagine your otp

I’ve been playing Sims a lot lately so I made an avengers game and it consists of three households

Household 1:

Tony

Pepper

Morgan

Peter

Harley

Rhodey

Natasha

Clint

Household 2:

Steve

Sam

Bucky

T'Challa

Shuri

Carol

Maria

Monica

Household 3:

Thor

Bruce

Loki

Valkyrie

Okoye

Scott

Hope

Cassie

I’ll keep you guys updated.

MY BLOODY EVERYTHING (Newt x reader)

Request:

Hey so could you write that scene where newt dies a little differently where he lives because his gf saves him thank you so much

Yeah of course ❤️💟 this has been on my mind too anyway 🤫😅

From the distance you could hear loud grunts and some ear piercing shouts as you ran even faster than before. Up the stairs, then around the block, eventually you found what you were looking for, but the sight you had to take in wasn’t so pleasant.

You just saw Thomas hitting out a gun of Newt’s hand. But Newt didn’t wait, he attacked Thomas right away, jumping on him, hitting him, kicking him in every way it was possible.

Thomas was laying on the ground as Newt hit him again and again. You ran to them shouting louder and harder than you have ever done in your life “Newt stop!”

As soon as the worlds left your mouth his movements stopped. He slowly turned his head towards you. He was already half crank and it broke your heart, but you had to go on. You had to win time, so the others could give him the serum.

You took a deep breath and stepped towards him, yet he still didn’t move. You had no idea what was gonna happen, and honestly you were terrified that nothing was left from your Newt, but still you kept getting closer and closer.

“Y/N, don’t.” Thomas warned you, and the moments the words left his mouth Newt screamed in a way you were sure you were gonna go deaf. You were too busy covering your ears, you didn’t see Newt knocking Thomas out and then charging towards you violently.

He came at you, and the both of you fell on the ground. His hands quickly found their way around your neck, chocking you with such a force, you didn’t knew was possible. You could feel the oxygen leaving your whole body, slowly fading away into something that was like a deep slumber. With everything you’ve had, you swung your right leg and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Newt fell next to you, and while your kick slowed him down a bit, he was on foot again in no time.

Luckily you were faster as you straddled him and tried to hold him down.

“Thomas!” You tried to wake him up while struggling to keep a screaming and kicking Newt on the ground “We’re running out of time here!”

But no answer came and you couldn’t leave Newt. You looked down at him and your face softened. He seemed so… far away.

“Love” you whispered as you could feel a tear coming down your face. “Newt, please.” You begged for him to come back to you, to be himself again, the loving, determined, calm Newt you fell in love with. You felt desperate and deep down you felt yourself losing the last little spark of hope you had in yourself. “Goddamit Newt, listen to me! This isn’t you, you have to fight this shit and beat it!” You shouted at him. “You can’t let this take you away from me, you can’t let it take over you! Please!” But Newt didn’t seem to care a thing about what you were telling him as he finally found a way out of your grasp and hit you hard in the chest.

You fell back and for a few moments you couldn’t breath properly. By the time you caught your breath, Newt was on the top of you holding a knife in his hands, aiming at you. He started pushing it into you and you grabbed his wrists, pushing him away from you.

For a moment time seemed to freeze for you as you were just laying there, under Newt, who was about to end your life. You were still keeping the knife away from your chest, but it was just a matter of seconds before you ran out of all your remaining power. You closed your eyes and decided it’s better to die by Newt than to kill him. You would never be able to do that no matter what. Even if the whole humanity’s faith would depend on it, you just wouldn’t be able to do it. You loved him too much. One last time you let that warm feeling fill you up.

From corner of your mouth your tried to smile at him as you opened your eyes. “It’s alright Newt.” You said. “I’m alright.” You told him softly and his eyes seemed to change a bit, but you were sure by now it was all your imagination. “I love you and that’s all that matters. Do it. It’s gonna be okay.” You closed your eyes and let your hands fall to the floor.

You were waiting for the sharp pain in your chest, but it never came. You didn’t dare to open your eyes until you heard a familiar voice.

“You shank, this wasn’t the plan!” You heard Minho’s irritated and angry voice as he grabbed you hard and lifted you from the ground. “I love you, that’s all that matters. I’m alright Newt.” He mimicked you as he still held you strong. “No, no and no! It’s not alright if you give up! You need to fight even if everything in you says not to!”

You couldn’t even register in your mind what he said, all you could think about was Newt. “WHERE IS HE?!” You shouted and pushed Minho off of you and looked around.

You saw Newt laying on the flooring his back, completely still. You looked at Brenda who was kneeling beside him, holding an empty injector in her hand.

“This was supposed to give him time.” She said quietly and looked to the ground. She slowly stood up.

You didn’t even look at her, you just ran to Newt and grabbed his hand strong. You felt like your throat was burning but you finally managed to crack out a few words. “I need you.” You whispered as you pulled his body closer to yours. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you but you didn’t care. “I need you more than I have ever needed anything and more than I will ever need anything in my life.” You paused. “Please Newt.” You turned your head away and tears started to stream down your face fast. You started sobbing, maybe this really was over. Maybe you really did lose him.

You heard a weak cough from Newt’s body’s way, and you thought your mind is a cruel thing to play jokes like this on you. This made you cry even harder than before.

But suddenly the coughing became louder and you looked down at Newt. You couldn’t believe your eyes. He was awake. Don’t get me wrong, he seemed like the worst version of himself, his eyes were half closed, his body seemed so weak and he was dirty as hell, but he was there and he was breathing. He was alive. Newt was alive. You couldn’t believe it.

“Guys!” You called behind your back and then turned back to Newt. “Don’t worry love, you’ll be fine.”

FEW DAYS LATER

You walking towards the room Newt was kept. After getting the temporary antidote, he seemed to wake up, but after a few sane moments he blacked out in your arms immediately.

Not long after he got the vaccine made of Thomas’ immune blood, so he was supposed to be okay. “Supposed to be.” You thought.

You were in safe heaven, you were supposed to start a new life here with Newt. You were supposed to be with Newt. Instead you were alone.

You reached the door and you pushed into ahead and stepped into the room. He was laying on his bed, perfectly still.

You walked beside him and sat down in the chair you have been sleeping in the last few days. You grabbed his hand.

“Hey love.” You greeted him.

Hours passed and you felt yourself give in to your tiredness. You were still holding Newt’s hand.

You woke up to a gentle but steady grab on your hand. You felt more awake than ever. “I’m here, I’m awake. Is everything alright?” You asked rushed, thinking it was Minho or Thomas who woke you up.

But instead your were greeted by the tired eyes of Newt. He was smiling at you.

“Hey love.” He said. His voice was raspy and quiet but you couldn’t have cared less. You couldn’t move as you could feel him sliding over in his bed, making place for you beside him and raising the blanket.

He didn’t have to say anything, you were next to him in less than a second, wrapping your arms around his waist. His body was warm, like it always was. He wrapped his arms around your body protectively and held you tight.

“You came back.” You told him after a while, not moving an inch from his embrace.

“You’re my bloody everything. I couldn’t have left you behind Y/N.” He told you and you only pushed yourself closer to him, if it was possible.

———

OMG I feel so happy right now 😅🙏🏼 I wish this happened 😭😭😭

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ironing man and washing machine

For: Anon

Imagine: Being on patrol with your boyfriend Eric and best friend Four. Eric and Four argue the entire time but when Eric gets hurt, he has to ask Four to help him.

Four is your best friend, he has been since you two were in the same initiation class, he is almost 11 months older than you are, so he always treated you like his little sister. When you started dating Eric two years ago during initiation, Four definitely was not happy; he and Eric were rivals after all. You eventually convinced him that Eric wasn’t bad for you, but that didn’t stop the two of them from constantly fighting.

Today the three of you were asked to patrol the factionless portion of the city. This will be a long day.

“Good luck, kids, and take care of yourself,” Max says to the three of you as just as you’re about to leave.

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Unexpected Reunion [a Barry Allen/Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: u’ve been talking about Seb so here’s a concept: Barry got so bullied during middle school that he moved to Ohio where his mom’s or dad’s family lived, transfered to Dalton &changed his name for a fresh start. In attempt to not be a victim anymore he adopted that persona.. & he liked it?? Being all snarky and all?? u went to McKinley &u r like frienemies. Time skip to today, u move to Central for work &r introduced to Barry Allen. He freaks out when he sees u & u’re like ‘Sebastian u twink wth?’

a/n: this fucked me over man….i need headcanons to read now lol…send me some… /requests closed right now/

Barry thought his high school, Dalton, days were over. Sure, he absolutely loved being a completely different person; he was always more confident and snarky back then. Sebastian knew what he wanted and didn’t put up with anyone’s shit. It felt really good to be able to do that after everything he went through as a kid. But, that was back then. He isn’t Sebastia- okay, maybe he still is. Just deep, deep down. Of course, he isn’t expecting to be him today; when he comes into work, he spits his coffee.

Ducking his head, he tries to avoid the small group of people, trying to rush to his lab. “Sebastian?!” you scream, interrupting Captain Snigh. Barry pauses, eyes wide, foot halfway on the step. “Sebastian Smythe. You twink, what the hell are you doing here?” you fume, placing your hands on your hips, moving your gray blazer.

Puckering his lips, he retraces his steps, landing in front of you. Then it’s like a lightswitch flipping on in his head. “Uh, I work here? Why else? Come on, you’re a smart girl. At least, you were.” he sneers, hazel eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief; like in high school. “So is the whole ensemble here or is it just you? I can never tell; you McKinley’s are kinda like…like annoying gnats. You never leave.” he spits, clutching his Jitter’s coffee to his chest, cardboard pressed to his soft blue sweater.

Inhaling, you step closer to him, hands still on your hips. “Just me, gay chipmunk. I live here now. In fact, I’m starting my job today.” you say proudly, twisting your torso slightly from side to side. “Detective Y/N Y/L/N.”

“A detective?!” he exclaims mockingly, bending his neck. “I always thought you would go on to be a stripper.” he smirks, “You know, you were always so desperate for me, remember?” he purrs into your ear; your jaw tenses. “Practically undressing me with your eyes, even though you knew I was gay?” he chuckles, standing up tall. “I’m not; bi now. Gets more options.”

Your face goes red and you square your shoulders, staring up at him. “You did the same, Sebastian.” you accuse, looking around the room before stepping closer. “Don’t pretend you didn’t get a boner when I sang.” you whisper. Barry coughs, nibbling on his lip as he gazes at the floor. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do, Bas.” you smirk, winking at him.

Barry grins wickedly, tongue swiping over his teeth while his pale green eyes rake down your body. “Always good seeing you, honey… I’ll be seeing you a lot more.” he snickers, watching your hips sway as you strut back to the Captain. Joe cocks an eyebrow, eyes bouncing between the two of you. “What?” Barry asks softly, returning to his usual persona. Well, the one Joe is used to.

“Sebastian? She from your high school? I thought you went to an all boys school.” he scratches his goatee.

Barry scoffs, “No. It’s… a long story.”

Straight Outta Surgery

Warnings: surgery (not in detail), high Shawn, fluff (u should know this by now

Summary: Shawn’s high after his surgery, and, in Aaliyah’s wise words, it’s very interesting.

Word count: 750+

A/N: if you read this and you like the fic, send me an anonymous confession of anything (i mainly put this here to see if anyone reads the stuff before the fic, so if u do, send me stufffff)

Also, Shawn had that nose surgery a while ago? Yes, this is it.

Beta: @hazeleyedcat (this girl is seriously the only thing keeping me sane)

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“Mrs. Mendes?” A doctor came into the waiting room, clipboard in his hand and stethoscope around his neck.

“That’s me.” You smiled, standing up.

“Your husband is out of surgery now. You can wait inside with him until the nurses give you his medication.” The doctor nodded for you two to follow him. 

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Hello big-hit we have the next show for the boys to go on 

Idea: BTS competing on hell’s kitchen but Namjoon isnt allowed to translate anything so it just ends up being Gordan Ramsay angrily screaming in English and Seokjin yelling back equally angry in Korean