Filling the prompt “GOING TO A MUSIC FESTIVAL WITH VAN AND BEING IN THE CROWD
AND ALL THAT JAZZ. IM HAVING MAJOR SWEATY AND HOT VAN VIBES AND DYING.”
Shoutout to @placidus for helping me with ideas.
The road trip was short, and you were grateful for that.
Van slept almost the entire time, his head in your lap in the back seat.
“Not going to get a band dude to fall in love with you with that muppet
following you around,” Larry whispered to you, looking back over the front
seat he was in.
“He won’t follow me around,” you whispered
back. Both Larry and Benji made faces that demonstrated their amusement at your
denial of the obvious truth. “They’ll be hundreds of pretty girls in cool
dresses and they’ll have flowers in their hair and be all glittery and
beautiful and he’ll fall in love with them,”
“You don’t know him very well if you think that’s
gonna happen, Y/N,” Benji said laughing. His voice, above the noise level
of a whisper, woke Van. He sat up.
“We there yet?”
“Almost,” Benji replied. You looked over at
Van and had a moment where you thought maybe you should have gone with the
girls to the festival instead of agreeing to spending the weekend with Van,
Larry and Benji. They were your musical soulmates though. You wanted to
experience the bands with them; even if it meant sharing tents with lovesick
Prompt: Ohh ohh can you please do Saphael where Simon
goes clubbing with the clan and some of them challenge him to flirt with
somebody and Raphael gets extremely jealous and think that the person flirts
with Simon and Simon doesn’t want it…. Pretty please.
Summary: When Simon goes to the club with some of his new friends from the clan, a game of truth or dare goes downhill fast and Simon gets into some trouble. Cue jealous, overprotective Raphael.
“What’ll it be?”
The bartender asked. She was
tall, slender, and pretty with mocha skin and long, dark cornrows that ran down
the back of her head and all the way to her waist-line. She was trying (and failing) to keep an
irritated look off her face. The bar was
the busiest spot in Blood Lust, the hottest vampire club in town and Raphael
wasn’t helping as he took what felt like forever to order his drink. The only the reason the bartender was being
so patient with him was solely because of his status. You don’t talk down or crudely to the leader
of the clan. It’s just not done. So, she plastered on the fakest smile as she
waited for Raphael to make up his mind.
“Blood and tonic? Bloody
navel?” She threw out, hoping to move things along.
“Wha- oh, no. I’ll just take a Bloodweiser.” Raph finally replied once his focus was back
on the bartender in front of him.
She just nodded and reached below for the bottled beverage,
popping off the top with her finger easily, before handing it to him.
One of the perks of being the clan leader was you didn’t
have to pay for things in the vampire world because presumably you’ve already
earned it. So, Raphael just nodded his thanks, then took a long slug of the
drink before returning his focus to the far corner of the club. Leaning against the bar, he scowled at the
sight he saw of Simon and some of the other clan members.
Vampire life was suddenly a lot more appealing as Simon sat
on a leather couch in one of the coolest night clubs he’s ever seen, sipping
his Bite on the Beach and chatting with some new vampire friends.
Background: You’ve known Peter since middle school and you’ve been best friends ever since, but little does he know about your strange abilities (post-DOFP)
Rating: M (mild language)
Warnings: Peter being a cute asshole, *captain america appears* LANGUAGE, fluff, nothing else really
Words: 1,097 (i edited like one sentence after having it counted but you get the gist)
You stared at the white ceiling, wondering when you would show Peter your newfound mutation. You were trying very hard to think about it, but was getting thrown off track a lot, thinking about how he’d react once you did tell him. Peter’s constant little noises didn’t help you focus either. He’d jump from playing Pac-Man to playing ping-pong to just running around in general. However, unbeknownst to you, he would sneak glances at you (while using his super-speed, ensuring secrecy, of course). He liked your sense of style, taking note of the black leather jacket and Led Zeppelin t-shirt you were wearing, remembering why you were best friends.
You had found out about your power a few days ago, in a position quite similar to this, but at your own home. It was winter, the coldest winter in D.C. in a long time, and your ceiling fan wouldn’t stop spinning, sending even more cold air in your direction. Too lazy to actually stand, you lay there on your bed and just wished to god that the fan would stop rotating, and then a strange thing happened. The ceiling fan just ceased to move altogether. You grinned as you noticed the absence of the freezing wind, but then it hit you. You did that.
“Havin’ fun over there?” Peter jeered at you, spurring you from your thoughts, “Is that what normal people do with their normal speed?”
“You know, I think I discovered a new mutation, Peter,” you sat up, with fake enthusiasm, “It’s being a super-human little shit, and I think you might just have it!”
“Oh, don’t be jealous, I’m sure you’re great at lots of things, (Y/N), like sewing or sitting on my couch.” He spoke quickly, almost not being able to finish for the quiet fit of laughter that was to ensue. You could see him now, without really looking. His wide grin, the dimples on either side of it, and his laughter? God, you could listen to it for days. You smiled at the thought, but then remembered what had provoked his laughter.
“You wanna keep that smirk on your face, Maximoff?” You practically glared with your words. He straightened up and lifted both hands, as if conceding when you knew that the silver-haired boy you grew up with wouldn’t give up that easily.
“Okay, okay, fine. You beat me in a race and I’ll take it all back.” Peter challenged, smirking and leaning forward on the stool in front of his Pac-Man game. Then you realized, you knew exactly how you were going to showcase your mutation.
“Winner takes the last box of twinkies, Maximoff. And we both know, you couldn’t run out in the cold to get a new one, even if you wanted to. You’d freeze your ass off.”
“Okay, so when I win, I get the twinkies and you have to watch me eat them,” Peter spoke confidently, before standing and adjusting his goggles, “Where to?”
“Your sister’s room, I heard she was setting up a tea party earlier anyways.” You remembered. Occasionally, when you weren’t getting annoyed by Peter, you spent time with his younger sister, Lorna, who was probably the cutest thing you had ever seen, always tugging at your sleeves and ushering you to her tea parties.
“If you say so,” Peter laughed cockily, before adjusting his goggles dramatically, earning an eye roll from you, “On your mark, get set, GO!”
The blur of black, silver, and blue was almost too fast for you to catch. Almost. But as soon as he began running, your irises had become rainbows, and you had caught him in your grip. The boy stopped dead in his tracks. For the first time in Peter Django Maximoff’s life, he had been rendered motionless by force. He couldn’t run, walk, hell, he couldn’t even move. Walking past him and glancing in his direction, you could see the mix of helplessness, confusion, and anger written all over his face.
Turning away and making a show of how incredibly slow you were going on the way upstairs, you smirked. Even after you couldn’t see him anymore, he remained still. As you opened the door to Lorna’s bedroom and sat down in her play chairs by the tea table, you flicked your wrist. In an instant, Peter was next to you and as expected, he was really fucking confused. You could also sense he was angered by his realization that he had failed his twinkies.
“What the-” Peter stopped, after realizing his sister was in the room, leaning towards you and spoke in a hushed whisper, “How did you…what happened to…what in the hell just happened to me, (Y/N)?’
“Oh, did I forget to mention? I control motion.” You smirked, taking a fake sip of the teacup Lorna had set in front of you, not maintaining eye contact at all with the boy’s lost brown eyes.
Recognition soon dawned on them, and after initial disbelief, his face contorted into a blatantly unhappy expression.
You scoffed. “By what, using my mutation? We both used our mutations, Peter. Mine just happened to be better.”
“Oh, don’t be jealous, I’m sure you’re great at lots of things, Peter, like sewing and getting beat.” you paraphrased, using his own words against him.
At a loss for words, Peter sat down next to you, displeased. Lorna must’ve noticed this, because she then decided it was the perfect time to give him a tiara. You laughed at his pouty disposition, seeing him with the tiara on. It was a lovely form of irony, one you greatly appreciated. Peter must’ve also realized how he looked, because a second later, he was laughing his ass off.
After recovering, he spoke, “Your mutation is actually super cool though, (Y/N). And when your eyes went all rainbow, it was awesome….just, whoa,” Peter continued, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “You know, I do know about this school where you could learn more about how to control it with ease, maybe even helping you discover new aspects to your power. I mean, obviously I wouldn’t need it, since I’m so great at my mutation…”
Rolling your eyes once more, you smiled. “Maybe I’ll share the twinkies with you after all, even if you are a huge loser,” you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him. His face lit up like a Christmas tree, and you grinned widely, knowing this would be one of your best memories, all because of his stupid smile. “And when we do break out the twinkies, you’re going to be telling me all about this school…”
Saturday went by as a whole blur. Despite the little encounter Harry and I had with mom in the morning, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. When she came back from work, I had to assure her that nothing had happened between me and Harry. “I know what you’re probably thinking, mom,” I rolled my eyes, the two of us sitting on the table with a cup of hot chocolate in hand. “We didn’t do ‘that’”
She shrugged innocently. “I didn’t think you did, honestly. I was just kind of surprised when I walked into your room and saw a Harry in your bed. When did he even get here?”
I sighed as she took a sip of her chocolate. “I called him yesterday, while you guys were sleeping”
She raised an eyebrow. “You called him for what?”
“I don’t know, because I wanted to see him?,” I replied. “I swear, he was supposed to leave earlier, but we fell asleep, so…”
Suddenly, she smirked. “Well, I saw something very interesting between you two when he left this morning. Care to explain it?”
I took a sip of my own chocolate this time. Of course I knew what she was talking about, but I didn’t wanna talk about it with mom. But I knew she wasn’t going to let it go until I told her about it, so I guess I had no choice. “Um, yeah… we kissed” was what I said.
She beamed. “So, are you guys like… dating now, or…?”
I couldn’t help but to smile down at my cup, the memory of Harry’s lips against mine still fresh in my mind. “I don’t know, maybe? I guess…”
“Aww!,” Mom exclaimed, and I was sure that I was blushing by now. “That’s so sweet! You know, I’ve always thought that you and Harry would make a cute couple. And then when I saw you two sleeping in your bed, I thought that you guys were absolutely adorable, but of course, I had to act like a mom and get him out”
I laughed. “Yeah, I get it”
“Now, we have to see how your father takes the news,” she said, the two of us drinking from our cups almost at the same time. “You know how jealous he is with his daughter”
I gave her a worried look. “Do you think he’ll like the idea of Harry and I… together?”
She gave me a small shrug. “Your father has always said that Harry’s a great lad. Maybe he won’t take it so hard”
I nodded. “I hope so…”
So, as we kept finishing our hot chocolate, mom and I turned on the TV while also keeping small conversation. Mom always liked to watch the Food Network, so we went with that. And I stayed with her for almost 35 minutes before I went back to my room. On my way there, I met Keith, who was coming out of the bathroom. As soon as he saw me, he smirked. “You know,” he started talking before I could enter my room. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. “When I gave you advice about giving Harry a chance… I didn’t mean for you to call him at 1 or so in the morning so he could come over”
My eyes widened as I slowly turned my body to face him again. “Wha… how did you-”
“You guys must be pretty stupid if you actually thought that I was asleep at the time,” he said, chuckling. “Let’s say that Harry’s deep and sexy voice is pretty recognizable”
Running a hand through my hair, I sighed. “Great”
“So, what was he doing here?,” he asked, then raised an eyebrow. “No funny business, I hope…”
“No,” I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “We weren’t doing any ‘funny business’”
“Good,” he said. “Would’ve had to kick his ass, then”
Chuckling, I opened the bedroom door. “Right, okay”
An hour later, I couldn’t take it any longer and decided to call Emily. I felt like such a girly girl, and I knew that she would freak out once I told her what happened with Harry. And, when she picked it up and I told her everything, she did. “OH MY GOD, YES!,” She kept shouting. I could only just laugh at her. “YES! THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!”
“Gosh, Emily, calm down!” I told her, still laughing.
“Calm down?! I TOLD YOU YOU GUYS WOULD GET TOGETHER SOMEDAY!,” She said. “But noooo, you thought that was just stupid! Well, guess who’s stupid now?!”
“Okay, fine, I’m stupid, I know” I said.
She laughed this time, as well. “Good to hear you admitting it. So, how do you feel?”
I sighed in content, laying down on the bed. “I feel like I could spit rainbows”
“Awwwww! My best friend’s in love!” She teased.
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” I said, the two of us chuckling. “But you’re also falling in love, aren’t you, dear Emily?”
“I don’t know,” she answered shyly. “I mean, I really like Dave, but could I fall in love with him? Nah, I don’t think so”
“Well, you never know” I said, smirking.
“Argh! He hasn’t even asked me to be his girlfriend, yet!” She said, frustration clear in her voice.
“Relax,” I said. “I’m pretty sure that he’ll ask you sooner or later. If he doesn’t, well, he’s an idiot”
“Yeah. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with a hottie like me?” She said proudly, the two of us starting to laugh.
On Sunday, Anne had called mom to say that we were invited to have dinner with them. Since dad and Robin had to work, there was only gonna be six of us. And my heart was beating fast the whole ride because I was gonna see Harry again. After he had left my house yesterday at 6am, we just texted. We texted almost the whole day, and when I was in bed watching Harry Potter, he had called me. You know you love someone very much when you pause one of your favorite movies to talk to them.
“Here we are” Mom said as she pulled up in front of Anne’s house.
Letting out a long, quiet breath, I tried to get myself together. But my mind kept thinking about how tonight was gonna go…
Anne, as always, had opened the door and welcomed us to her house. Gemma and Harry were both sitting on the stairway, standing up as the same time as soon as the saw mom, Keith, and I entering through the front door. Of course, Gemma went straight to Keith, the two of them exchanging big smiles before embracing each other in a tight hug. Harry had walked towards me grinning, and I knew that he was going in for a kiss, but I guess he suddenly got shy when he saw mom watching. So he just wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my temple, instead. And I couldn’t help but to giggle. “Shut up” he murmured. He knew that I was thinking the same thing, and it only made me giggle harder.
During dinner, mom and Anne were the ones who did the most talking. Of course, the rest of us did talk a bit with them, but I guess we were more focused on Anne’s delicious cooking. Gemma and Keith were flirting very quietly, exchanging looks and feeding each other every now and then. It was cute and all, but it was also getting too much. I guess I was one to talk. Harry didn’t let go of my hand as we ate. We didn’t feed each other, but we did steal food from the other’s plate. And played footsie under the table. And we had several thumb wars. And he might’ve planted a few kisses on my cheek when I would lest expect it…. yeah, we were probably worse than Keith and Gemma…
When everyone was done with their plates, I offered to help Anne wash the dishes. Mom was taking what seemed to be an important call, Keith and Gemma headed to the backyard, and Harry went… somewhere. “Thank you so much for helping me with the dishes, love. You truly are wonderful” she tole me.
I smiled. “Yeah, well It’s the least I could do for you. After all you’ve done for us”
“Oh, I do it with all the love, honey,” she said. “Your mom and I have been friends for an incredibly long time, and I love you and Keith as if you were my own. I saw you two since you were babies, after all”
“Yeah” I said. She truly was an angel.
“You know,” she suddenly closed the faucet to turn and look at me, a small smirk playing on her face. “I heard something about you and Harold dating. Is it true?”
Oh God. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I tried to look for the right words to say. “Umm… we-uh…”
But I didn’t try to say anything else because she had laughed. “It’s okay, Henley,” she said. “It’s just that your mom couldn’t help it, and she called me just a few hours ago. But I just wanna tell you that I love the idea of you being my son’s girlfriend. You’re all I’ve ever wanted in a girl for my boy. Smart, good sense of humor, great personality, easy to talk to, respectful, honest… and not to mention that you’re beautiful”
“Oh, stop it, Anne” I said shyly, to which she chuckled.
“No, but really,“ she wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I couldn’t be happier. And I also want you to know that if something bad ever happens, which I hope it doesn’t, I’ll always be right here for you”
I nodded. “I know,” and then I hugged her. “Thank you, Anne”
“So, how was it?” I asked Gemma, the two of us sitting on the chairs as we watched our brothers playing soccer together in the backyard.
She knew exactly what I was talking about. “It was amazing,” she answered, sighing. “You might not see it because he’s your brother, but Keith is truly a gentleman”
“Did he pay for the food or did he give you the bill?”
“Funny,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. I laughed. “No, he payed for everything, actually. And it was so sweet because he was very very nervous! I mean, I was nervous too, but it was more visible in him”
“Did you guys kiss?” I asked quickly.
With a shy smile, she gave a small shrug. “Maybe…”
I couldn’t help but to squeal, not too loudly, I hoped. Just by the look in her face you could tell that they did kiss at some point. “Oh my God, that’s great! So does that mean that you guys are officially a couple?!”
“I dunno,” she replied, smiling at my brother. The two boys were taking a break from the game now. “He said that he’ll take me out again this week, hopefully. I really, really want him to ask me to be his girlfriend”
“I’m sure he will,” I told her. “He’s crazy for you”
She let out a small laugh as the boys started to approach us. “What’s so funny?” Keith asked.
“Your face” I responded automatically.
He rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to Gemma. I stood up whilst looking at Harry, giving him a 'Let’s-Leave-Them-Alone’ look. He seemed to catch on quickly, 'cause he quickly took my hand and led me inside the house, where mom and Anne were sitting in the living room having a conversation that I didn’t have the chance to hear, because Harry was already dragging me to his room.
When we reached it, he closed the door behind him. After looking at my surroundings like I always did, I turned to him once more. “I thought it would’ve been best to leave them alone so they could just-”
But before I could finish my sentence, Harry was already crashing his lips against mine. With his hands cupping my face, we stayed there in the middle of his room, until he slowly pulled away 10 seconds later. He smiled whilst letting out a small chuckle, our faces only inches away from each other. “I’ve been waiting to do that the whole night” he whispered.
I smiled back. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” he said. His hands went down to my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “Now don’t start with your teasing. Don’t say anything, just let me kiss you”
And before I could reply, he joined our lips once again. The kiss was longer, tongues meeting this time as I tilted my head to the side to give him more access. My hands grabbed his biceps. The football really did the trick.
Soon I knew it, he had my back pressed against his wardrobe, me letting out a low moan that I couldn’t sustain. A boy had never made me feel like this before. Harry was the only one who made me weak in the knees whenever he kissed me, or just whenever he even looked at me. At first I fought the feeling, but now I was just starting to love it more as each day passed. And I slapped myself mentally for being so stupid and not let myself fall for him earlier.
The way his tongue slowly traced my bottom lip drove me absolutely nuts. He was, without a doubt, possibly the best kisser in the entire galaxy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to get as much from him as possible, even if there was no space left between us. Harry pulled away to leave soft kisses on my jawline, collarbone, and neck. God, not the neck. Kisses on the neck were like an addiction to me. He probably figured that out by the way I became frozen on my spot, enjoying the sensation. And I felt him smirk proudly under my skin.
“Harry” I breathed his name, opening my eyes.
“Hmm?” was the only thing I heard as he kept nibbling on the sensible skin.
“Someone could walk in at any moment” I said, my hands going up to his curly hair.
“So?” He said, pulling away and looking at me with a smirk still on his face.
“So,” I repeated. “I wouldn’t want my mom or Anne or Gemma or Keith to walk in and see us like… this”
“Like we’re just a couple of teenagers making out?,” he chuckled, pressing our foreheads together and linking his arms around my waist again. “Come on, Henley, It’s not like we’re doing something bad”
“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t be this calm if it was my dad who walked in, huh?” It was my turn to smirk.
“Of course not, your dad’s intimidating,” he said, making me laugh. “But since you’re my girlfriend, I would try to reason with him so he wouldn’t kill me”
I bit my lip. “I’m your girlfriend?”
He grinned, looking at the floor for a second before looking back up at me. “I mean, why would I be kissing you so much?”
“It’s just that you haven’t asked me properly…” I said almost shyly, the last part coming out very quietly.
He chuckled once again. “I guess I just thought that it wasn’t necessary”
I giggled, his lips placing a single kiss on my throat. “I just think it would be nice if you ask me, I don’t know…”
“Girls and their cheesiness,” he rolled his eyes. Gasping in fake horror, I hit his arm playfully, him laughing loudly. Hearing that laugh always lightened up my day. “I’m kidding! I know you’re not THAT cheesy”
“Whatever” I muttered, burying my face in the crook of his neck as he buried his face on my hair.
And we stayed like that for a while, and I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the moment and inhaled his scent. It made me feel relaxed.
When he raised his head up again, our faces close, he said, “Okay. Henley Mathews… would you do me the honor of becoming my beloved girlfriend?”
I giggled, for what seemed to be the 100th time this day. But, just to tease him, I pretended to ponder. “Gee… I’m gonna have to think hard about it”
“Oh, shut up” he said, and as I laughed at his face, he kissed me.
A slow, passionate kiss that would make any doubts (IF they were real) disappear. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Mister Harry Styles”
“Good,” he said against my lips, a smile that didn’t vanish even when we kissed again. “So… what do you wanna do now?”
I shrugged. “What do YOU wanna do?”
“If it were for me, I would gladly stay here with you for the rest of the night and it would still be the best thing ever” he said.
I playfully rolled my eyes, him planting another kiss on my cheek. “How about we just sit down and play some video games? Because I think mom and Anne will talk for a long, long time”
“Sounds good,” he said, pulling me closer. “What do you wanna play, my love?”
I pondered the question. “How about we play WWE? I mean, I know I always win, but who knows? This time, you might actually have a chance”
“Right. I’m sure I can win with my eyes closed” he said, smirking proudly.
“I’d LOVE to see that” I challenged him.
“Three games to see who wins?”
And with that, as we playfully wrestled each other to grab the best controller, we started playing on his console.
But during the whole time, I could only think of one thing…
I gently tugged at a pale green leaflet attached to our fridge, calling out, ‘Hey Phil? What’s this?’ into the other room.
Then, he popped his fluffed messy bed-headed head around the kitchen doorway, replying ‘oh yeah that’s,’ he tentatively scratched the back of his neck, ‘well I thought that we could-’
‘Dude, what is it then?’
‘You know, it’s the Fair, I thought that we could go…’ he took a short breath until his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, ‘there’s a Ferris wheel too!’
‘But we have stuff to do, I mean, sorry-’ Phil was giving me a subtle anxious look – ‘no, fine then. We can go I suppose, when is it?’
‘Dan it says in your hand, you’re holding the leaflet’ Phil walked over to me to show me, this wasn’t needed as I can read, but I still liked how unknowingly selfless he is. ‘look, here’ his hand brushed against mine as he took the paper, pointing at the date. ‘I think it says this Saturday, you’re free right?’
‘ha, of course I am, whenever do I do anything socially?’
‘how you keep reminding me Dan, you recluse!’ He started to leave the room so I arch my head towards him again,
‘hey! I’m not that bad-’ I let my sentence hang, then a little quieter I say ‘I wouldn’t have met you if I was such a hobo’
A moment passed as he looked around once more, then his socked-feet lightly pad toward me, until I feel his arms slide under my own from behind, his hands link together on my tummy, perfectly locked there, I enclose my own hands on them as he whispers tenderly in my ear, resting his head on my left shoulder –
‘Now, what a shame that would be’
It hurts not to giggle every time Phil acts sweet on me, especially as it’s so out of character from what everyone else sees him as. I’m probably the only person he acts like this too right now, and that makes me treasure this side of him even more.
He pecks me on the cheek as I look toward him, his fluffy fringe tickling my forehead - the morning light of the floor to ceiling window adding a soft glow around his hair- I feel like he is the special glimmer in my life.
‘for both of us’ I reply, brushing his lips with mine as I talk, I let go of his hands and turn my body to him. Pressing his into mine, he embraces me, and I, him, as we share a solid but fond hug. I tilt my chin to him, and i kiss him, his full lips pressing onto mine - the birds of Manchester chirping over the city.