Um. Well Hello There.

Um. Well hello there.

hi so i was reading an imagine called "skylight" and now i cant find it but i also forgot the url of the author (ik im dumb) and i tought maybe you were the author (sorry if im wrong) if you arent maybe that you read it. Could you please help me find it thank you

HI, I’m not the person who wrote this imagine, sorry, and I haven’t heard of it/read it, but I can help you find it hopefully. I’ll look around and try to link the url here if I find it. :)

Yooooo can I please get a lil drabble with the prompts 29, 66 and 95. Thanks I really love your writing.

Thank you and sure thing, here’s the problem. You didn’t quite say who you wanted the imagines to be with. Do you have a preference? (Peter Parker, Liz Allan, Tom Holland, ect…) or would you like it to be authors choice. I’d be happy to write anything, hopefully you see this. Thank you for the request. :)

Best of: Infinity War Press Tour

Look I know I’m weeks late but you cannot come into my house and tell me that Peter doesn’t have debilitating claustrophobia after being trapped under that rubble. 

For weeks he sleeps outside whenever he can because even his room is too small. He keeps the lights on as much as possible because every time it gets dark he can’t help but imagine that there’s a hundred tons of concrete on top of him, pressing in on him from every angle, squeezing the air from his lungs - 

Karen has protocols for when his heart gets too elevated, cooling to suit down and reciting a script of breathing exercises to help him through the panic attacks. They help most of the time, even once when Flash locked him in a broom closet after decathlon practice and Peter forgot that he could punch his way out. A janitor opened the door three hours later.  

The nightmares are worse. He cries out for help until his throat is raw but no one can hear him. Sometimes he thinks he can hear a voice replying from beyond the stone and debris, telling him to buck up and stay close to the ground. No matter how hard he pushes, he’s not strong enough to climb free. Sometimes Ned is trapped beside him, sometimes Liz, or MJ, but he can’t save them either. Their voices die off one by one as they’re starved of oxygen. 

He wakes to Karen’s voice in his ear, urging him to inhale and hold it for eight seconds, and then exhale. The lights are still on and he knows that Aunt May will notice the higher electrical bill. Tonight the protocols are enough and the nightmare eventually fades, though Peter doesn’t dare go back to sleep. 

But he knows that somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s still stuck in the dark, crushed beneath the building and unable to get out, screaming for help that won’t come. 

Every time Shuri or Peter reference a vine, T’Challa and Tony stare off into the distance with a look of disapproval

Peter: Road work ahead?

Shuri: Ah, yeah, I sure hope it does.

T’Challa and Tony: