charles harrington

Idiot: Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagine

Based off of prompt #81

Summary: Peter accidentally runs into the reader when they get home.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T POSTED IN SO LONG!!!!! School has been extremely busy lately so if you have requested a prompt it will get done but it might take me a while. Because I feel bad here is a random prompt I wrote a few weeks ago <3

I walk in the door and suddenly fall to the ground with a thud. “PETER! WHAT THE HELL?!” I shout, knowing exactly why I’m on the floor. The silver haired boy appears in front of me in an instant. He shoots me a sheepish smile as he grabs my hands and pulls me onto my feet. “Sorry babe, I wasn’t paying attention.” he says. He pulls me in for a hug and kisses the top of my head. I bury my face into his shoulder and leave soft kisses on his collar bone. I lift my head as I say “you know this is the third time this week you’ve done that”. He sighs and rests his head on mine. “I’m sorry baby.” he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. He knows that that’s my weakness. “Oh don’t baby me mister. You owe me” I say smiling into his shoulder. He removes one of his arms from my shoulders and shuts the door before placing on the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. He looks at me with his beautiful dark eyes and softly says “ I love youuu” dragging out the ‘u’ with a small smile. I lean up and place a gently kiss on the side of his mouth. “I love you too but you still owe me” I say smirking slightly. He raises an eyebrow at me before throwing his arms around my waist and picking me up. I start laughing and he throws me over his shoulder and walks into our shared bedroom before tossing me onto our bed. He softly tickles my sides before literally jumping on top of me. He just lays there with all of his weight fully on top of me for a moment before pushing himself up onto his forearms. I’ve finally stopped laughing and he dips his head down to kiss my lips briefly. As soon as his lips leave mine he attacks me, leaving small kisses all over my face and neck and I start laughing again. He continues for a minute or so before flopping over beside me and pulling me close to his body. “So, am I forgiven?” he asks with a small smirk. I look up at him, playfully rolling my eyes and saying “Of course”. He smiles and places a long kiss to my lips. “I love you” he mumbles against my lips. He pulls away and I say “I love you too. Idiot”. He kisses my forehead and says “I may be an idiot. But I’m your idiot”. I laugh and shift so I’m laying with my head on his chest and his arms wrap themselves around my waist. He rubs my back with his warm hands and I snuggle further into his side. He softly starts humming a slow song and I feel my eyelids getting heavy. Not long after, I fall asleep, wrapped in Peter’s arms, smiling like an idiot.


Because I did a Female Game of Thrones character gif-set I didn’t want to leave the Best Male Characters in a TV Show in the WORLD either

Jon Snow“I’m the watcher on The Wall.”

Bran Stark, “My Dreams are different.”

Tyrion Lannister, “I understand the way this game is played.”

Theon Greyjoy, “What is dead may never die!”

Joffrey Baratheon, “Everyone is mine to torment.”

Jaime Lannister, “If your precious Renly commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women, and children burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?”

Robb Stark, “I’ve won every battle. But I’m losing this war.”

Tywin Lannnister, “You are no Son of mine.”


I really love when children are slaughtering each other all around me. A+ experience. Also the acidic water? How could I not love it. Feeling my skin burning is such an amazing sensation. I would probably do it again. I mean aside from all the death and murder, the bloodbath wasn’t all that horrendous. Except all the death and murder made it really horrendous so nevermind.

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minced meat | melee weapons | lola + charles

I feel absolutely amazing now. Not only is my entire body sore and aching, I feel under the weather yet again. But that’s no surprise to me. I’ll just have to make sure I don’t tax my body as much as I did yesterday, but I doubt that will be a problem because in my current state doing such a thing seems completely and utterly impossible. Great. Since death is quickly approaching, I suppose that I’ll live a little and choose a station to train at at random. (But if it’s something like rock climbing, I’m leaving.) I begin to explore the station filled with racks covered in weaponry, and surmise that it is indeed not rock climbing, but the melee weaponry station. I reach for a sword just to make it seem like I’m doing something (because if I don’t then the trainers will try to make themselves useful), but the sword seems to be super heavy and I can’t even lift it comfortably. Great. I reach for a knife instead. I hear something behind me and swish my head around to see what the source is. I spot a boy. Amazing. Now on top of this all I have to socialize. I lazily hold the knife, saying, “Hey, just a girl and her knife.” Off to a wonderful start. Send help.