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anonymous asked:

Can I request a hc rfa +v & saeranwhere mc is very very intelligent and introverted and people always tell her she's boring since she doesn't like talking much. I'm so sick of it, it happens to me all the time :( Your blog is so awesome & I love it^^

1. Omg thank you ^‿^
2.If people don’t respect the fact that you’re introverted drop them! Trust me, you’ll find people along the way that can understand that introvert doesn’t equate to boring whatsoever!
3. Personally I’m pretty extroverted, so I’m basing MC off the traits of my introverted friends and what I think I know about it, but if it’s not quite what you were looking for just let me know~!

Sidenote: When people hear the word ‘Intelligent’ a lot of them think of the traditional “Good at school, well read in this and that subject, yada ya” and I just want to remind everyone that there is different types of intelligence. And I’m not saying that to be all “Don’t feel bad uwu you’re special too” I’m saying it because it’s a fact. Some people are good at standard education, some are amazing in the STEM field, some are masters of reading social behaviour, some humans are talented artists, etc. For the sake of writing I’m going to write MC as a very Literary Based ‘intelligent’ (because that’s one I’m personally familiar with) I just want to make sure everyone knows that ‘Intelligent’ isn’t defined by the books you read or anything of the sort. Ok rant over. 

Yoosung

  • At first he thinks you don’t like him, that once you met him you weren’t as infatuated with him because he seemed cooler in the chat
  • Don’t worry Yoosung no one thought you were cooler in the chat 
  • Eventually though he realizes you’re just introverted! Even at RFA parties you stand by him and quietly sip your drink and listen to everyone talk rather than take the attention for yourself.
  • He originally questions why you don’t want to greet the guests yourself, but then comes to understand that you’re just more of a wallflower. But that doesn’t make you any less great!
  • But one party he notices you being extra standoffish. Everyone in the RFA is standing and chatting with each other and you’re not there.
  • He finds you off to the side of the room pretending to be distracted by something on your phone
  • “MC? Why are you over here?”
  • “Oh, hey Yoosung. I was just uh, checking in on…uh”
  • “Come on MC just tell me what’s wrong” He pleaded
  • You decided not to lie, it’d feel good to get off your chest anyways “I just feel like I’m so…boring. Everyone else in the RFA is super chatty and have fun stories to tell and all my life people told me I was boring cause I didn’t talk…I felt like I was bringing down the mood.”
  • “What!?” YandereYoosung: Activated “Who ever said that to you?? That’s so dumb!! They’re dumb!!!1!” 
  • You had to calm Yoosung down from his mini rage before too many people looked at you guys. You go to grab his arms but he ends up grabbing your shoulders and looking deep into your eyes
  • “MC just because you’re quiet doesn’t make you boring! You are so great, and so smart, and so..so everything good! How much you talk doesn’t matter!”
  • You just kind of stared at him for a second with a blank face. No one had ever been so adamant about assuring you that your ‘flaws’ weren’t flaws.
  • A smile fell upon your lips and you quickly brushed a tear away, which snapped Yoosung back into his normal flustered boy mode.
  • “Uh sorry for grabbing you” He pulled his arms away immediately and blushed
  • You shook your head and chuckled.
  • Then you grabbed his hand, making him confused and ever more blushy uwu
  • “You’re right. Let’s go stand with the others” You had the biggest smile on your face as you led him back to the group.

Jaehee

  • Jaehee didn’t mind introvert MC at all
  • And as a fellow intelligent introvert, you two got along just fine. 
  • You could have very interesting conversations when you felt chatty while making coffee together
  • Or you could appreciate each other’s company when you both felt just like being silent while doing your own activities. 
  • ‘Boring’ would never cross Jaehee’s mind when thinking of MC, MC was her lover Best Friend! You are always putting a smile on her face and she puts one on yours.
  • She’s also been called ‘boring’ before so she’s always conscience to remind you how much she enjoys your time together, and how not everyone has the same idea of what ‘fun’ is. 
  • You two are quite the pair, silent, but deadly
  • Goddammit that just sounds like a fart joke
  • You two are some of the quietest when it comes to the RFA members, but you’re basically running the scenes from behind the curtain. 
  • And you’re both perfectly happy with that. You two organize the party and deal with the guests who are also more introverted, and the rest of the RFA can handle the other guests and public relations. It’s a good setup
  • And you never think about being ‘boring’ again, because how can you feel boring when you’re surrounded by friends and a lover and doing what you love?

Zen

  • You being introverted never really bothered him…because he never really noticed.
  • Zen has such a big persona it fills the room for both of you. Everyone is too wrapped up in Zen’s stories that they don’t even notice your silence or occasional escape to the less crowded areas of the room
  • He’s the perfect cover. He’s so obsessed with the idea of taking care of you and being the ‘provider’ of sorts even though it can be too a fault, it works well for you because he even starts speaking on your behalf by accident.
  • “Oh how are the two of you?” Someone will be looking at you but Zen takes it as open opportunity to answer for both of you
  • Even questions more aimed towards you “Oh, MC, what are you doing these days in your spare time?” You stammer out a couple words, which Zen mistakes for you being humble rather than shy, and he begins praising you and going into detail for you “MC doesn’t give themselves enough credit!” He’ll cry out, then he goes on to list everything you’ve been up to and just how awesome a job you’re doing. You recognize how someone could find it annoying, but it works for you personally since it saves you the nerves of having to talk with strangers for long periods of time.
  • Even when it’s just the two of you it’s nice because Zen always has something to say, always has a compliment to give or a story to tell. He could talk for hours and you’re happy listening. And when you do want to talk he shuts right up and gives you all his attention.
  • One flaw is he doesn’t always see you getting tired after hours of social interaction. He could float around a crowd chit chatting with anyone and everyone for hours, meanwhile you get a little antsy to leave. But usually with some hint dropping you make it clear you’re ready to go and Zen ushers you out like the Knight he is.
  • It’s because you two work so well he doesn’t understand when his coworker calls you boring
  • “Excuse me?” Zen scoffs
  • “Yeah” His fellow actor laughs as he puts his costume on “I always imagined you’d end up with another social butterfly, not someone so..quiet. And when she does talk it’s like..I don’t know all really boring stuff that I haven’t heard about since my school days.”
  • Zen gives him the biggest scowl. “Just cause MC doesn’t blabber on and on about random shit the way you do doesn’t make them boring. In fact it makes them pretty interesting, because obviously if MC doesn’t talk much, they must have something pretty great to say if they decide to open their mouths in front of douche bags like me or you.”
  • His coworker was silent
  • Zen can’t wait to go home and tell you all about how he schooled his dickbag scene partner

Jumin

  • Like Yoosung at first he’s worried your silence is a sign of distaste
  • He can’t help but worry so much that he makes a call to V, looking for advice
  • V laughs
  • “Jumin, are you telling me you’ve met someone whose introverted? Someone who doesn’t verbally open up much? Gee, where have I met someone like that before? Oh! I should introduce you to my friend, he’s the exact same way.”
  • What friend V who do you hang out with besides me
  • It takes him a while, but finally Jumin gets the joke and realizes you two are the same. 
  • He starts paying attention to your body language more, realizing more and more that you are comfortable with him and just don’t verbalize it all that much
  • Besides it’s not like you guys don’t ever talk, you’re just not as chatty as you are on messenger. Probably because that’s just typing from behind a screen, so it makes you less anxious. He can understand that.
  • One day he comes home to find you on the couch reading Shakespeare
  • MC you like Shakespeare? 
  • Turns out you like literature in general, something Jumin also has a taste for in his rare bouts of free time.
  • You two begin chatting about older pieces and genres, ranging anywhere from fictional masters like William Shakespeare to poetry writers like Yi Sang.
  • It’s actually one of your longer talk sessions, ranging a few hours of just straight talking. Once it’s over though, you two are happy to cuddle up to one another and just throw a movie on.
  • Jumin is often called boring himself, and he never pays any mind to it. But when you two are talking one day and you mention how much it irks you that people call people like the two of you boring he just 
  • “So let them. Their opinions will never affect either of us, especially since we both know the value of our own words and have each other to share them with.”
  • A grin crawled on your face. You loved how graceful he made the phrase “Fuck those guys” sound. 

Defender of Justice

  • “Wow, I never thought you’d end up with someone so … normal.” Vanderwood mused while looking at a picture of you and 707 sitting on his desk.
  • “I wouldn’t call MC normal” Seven chuckled as he tapped away at his computer.
  • “Really?” Vanderwood cocked an eyebrow at the back of Seven’s head as he placed the picture down. “Maybe they were just quiet that time I met them..”
  • “No.” tap tap tap “MC’s always quiet.”
  • Vanderwood squinted at Seven now, assuming the red head had cameras set up so he’d see the look on Vandy’s face at some point. “So she is boring?”
  • Seven sighed a dramatic sigh, Vanderwood could tell immediately whatever the hacker was about to say was well rehearsed. The fucker always trapped him into weird conversations with some strange moral lession. 
  • “Vanderwood, vanderwood, vanderwood. You’ve called MC quiet, normal, and boring….none of those words have anything to do with each other~” Cue 707 going on a playfully long and annoying rant explaining why you were quiet but by no means boring. Normal was up for debate.
  • Seven had always understood you.
  • He put on quite the exuberant and extroverted exterior, but on the inside, Saeyoung was also an introvert.
  • You were never boring to him because he knew you had so much going on in your brain despite your few words explaining the thoughts running around up there
  • And you knew this because the two of you were constantly analyzing each other
  • And you both knew it
  • It became some weird sort of game, picking up on subtle cues and few words you guys would exchange, and figuring out the other’s intention
  • It got so intense the other members of the RFA swore you guys were telepathic or had made some weird secret language between each other

V

  • He grew up with Jumin so he understands
  • He is quiet as well, but he doesn’t mind being the conversation driver at all, or just sitting in silence together while you read or play games or do whatever your heart desires
  • He is just happy to be near you.
  • Given his eyesight is a bit weak, so sounds make it easier to figure out whats going on in your head, so he just learns to listen to the things you do. Your footsteps, your breath, pages turning, pencils on paper, computer keys clicking.
  • He understands you so well without words, but when you do speak he’s in love because everything you say is so thought out.
  • Or you just….”Sneep”
  • “What MC?”
  • “I don’t know. I was just thinking and…I thought of the word ‘Sneep’ I don’t know it’s just one of those things that’s fun to say aloud….Sneeeeeep” And you started giggling “it’s just so weird”
  • Jihyun laughed.
  • Ok so not everything was some profound rhetoric, but he enjoyed anything that comes out of your mouth.
  • “Try it!” You egged him on
  • He paused for a minute, and prepped a really funny deep voice and just “Sneeeeeeeeeep
  • You both had a hard time controlling your laughter.
  • He knew he’d never have a boring moment with you

Saeran

  • At first he was worried you were constantly mad at him
  • Saeyoung is loud when he’s in a good mood…so shouldn’t you also be loud when you’re happy?
  • He hasn’t had much healthy human interaction to judge so he’s confused and worried
  • But you two manage to nip the problem in the bud before it becomes serious
  • One way or another you realized he was feeling this way and sat him down to talk, saying you were never mad you just…were quiet. You said you’d start being more vocal if he’d feel better..
  • “No…I…I trust you.” Saeran trusted that you meant it when you said your silence was nothing bad, he wanted to always trust and believe with you so despite his own anxiety he was going to. You were touched.
  • You figured a good compromise for the two of you, you were quiet, but that didn’t mean you weren’t physical. If you two were close you’d always take his hand in yours and give him reassuring squeezes. It became so common he started grabbing your hand first.
  • Constant smiles from you when one of you would walk into the same room as the other
  • Attached at the hip when sitting anywhere.
  • Much like with Seven, you two communicated a lot through action, and Saeran wasn’t very keen on anything academic aside from a bit of coding, but even then he didn’t have much to say about it
  • But he loved to listen to you talk about. He’d feign interest in classic novels and evolution theories just to hear you talk about them and tell him about them. You’d get so passionate about them, he’d hope that one day you’d get the same starry eyed look on your face when talking about him that you do when talking about Multiverse theory.
  • He never found you boring,  even if he didn’t actually have an interest in the subjects you were talking about, he was in love with how you talked about them. The passion you had. There is nothing boring about passion
  • And so what if you’re quiet? 
  • Quiet is important for sneaking up on the enemy and obliterating them from this plane of existen-
  • Quiet has it’s perks. 

thetruequeenofmermaids  asked:

Hello love! I just read most of your imagines and they're AMAZING ❤ But I was wondering if you could write an imagine were the guys throw a party at a pool and the reader doesn't wanna take of her clothes to show her swimsuit and body because she had several surgeries on her legs that got her big scars and she's insecure about them so Alec comfort her and some fluffy stuff? Thank you! ❤ and I hope it's not confusing 😂

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I’m In Love With You, You Idiot (Peter Maximoff Imagine)

A/N: So, here’s the 6k monstrosity I mentioned of posting! Thank you to all of you who liked, reblogged and replied to my previous post about this fic. I really do hope you’ll like it!
Y/N: your name; Y/E/C - your eye color.


Peter had never considered himself shy. He knew what he had to offer and he knew how to use it - that was what was important. What he neglected to tell others was that if you are a mutant and you show any type of weakness, then you’re screwed. Easy as that. Not only did he have to think about his own well-being, but also his mom’s and his two precious sisters’. They mattered the world to him - his family - and he wouldn’t let them get caught in the crossfire between mutants and humans, especially Wanda and Lorna. So shyness for Peter Maximoff was out of the question.

Until you burst quite literally into his life.

You were a force to be reckoned with. Your powers were enhanced to a point where you could take on a whole class of experienced students and still overpower them with an utmost ease. That would be a joy to most mutants but it was a burden on you. Your mutations were a constant reminder of your rough past – you weren’t quite so lucky to end up in a somewhat healthy environment among humans. Instead, you were ripped away from your parents and thrown into a modernised concentration camp where you were experimented on, tortured and enhanced in whatever way possible. These enhancements came with a lot of pain and misery, along with too many dead friends who perished, only to ensure you survived the tests they didn’t. You never thought you would get out of that nightmare - too many a night did you long for the sweet release of death, just to be rid of all the monstrosity you had to face each day. But miraculously, one day when you were being whipped to see if your wounds would regenerate fast enough, loud bangs interrupted your daily session of torture and a group of mutants, dressed in complementing battlesuits, invaded the camp, rescuing whoever they could and dealing with the humans who conducted the whole thing. Those who were willing and didn’t try to kill were taken prisoner while others who preferred to fight and kill the mutants were not so lucky. The chaos of the situation frightened you and your fight instinct kicked in. You didn’t know these people and although they saved your fellow prisoners, you couldn’t be sure where they would take them next. Maybe they would give them a home or maybe they could take them to an even worse place. You didn’t want to leave it to chance. So you ran, fueled by rage and pain, dealing with everyone who dared to block your way. You found herself at a dead end, humans hot on your heels. You braced yourself, concentrating hard, letting your anger fuel your powers and let out a burst of energy which destroyed the better part of the room. You quickly went through the opening that had formed, jumping from the ledge down to a clearing which you didn’t bother to examine properly. Caution was not your objective - getting away from that god damned place was. When you landed, you realized you were surrounded by a bunch of the mutants who stormed the camp. They were watching you with caution while you slowly realized you must have looked like a wild animal - your clothes were torn, you were covered in blood and grime, your hair was in knots and you had assumed a fight stance, ready to fight off anyone who threatened your freedom with the feral look in your eyes and your breathing heavy and labored. Having taken all that into account, you rose a bit, no longer ready to pounce but still on edge. You willed herself to calm your breathing but opted to keep the dangerous look etched on your face – you were willing not to attack if they didn’t but that didn’t mean you trusted them. You thought you saw a look of uncertainty among some of them but before you could think to even process that, one of them slowly inched towards you. It was one of the guys, the silver haired one which left you puzzled - how could he have grey hair when he didn’t look older than 25? You tensed when he came even closer, raising your hands slightly to indicate you weren’t afraid to use your powers if he made a wrong move. He was quick to catch up on that and lifted his hands in surrender, seemingly to show you he had good intentions. You stood like that for a few moments, staring at each other, time at an almost standstill. Finally, he spoke.

“Hi.”

You kept silent, your gaze never wavering.

“My name’s Peter. Uh… What’s yours?” He cocked his head slightly to the left, a slight smirk forming on his lips. It took all of your willpower not to stare in wonder - you hadn’t realized how handsome he was when he first approached and now that he had softened his features, it was becoming harder for you not to trust him. You opened your mouth slightly, still unsure of the whole situation, shuffling your feet a bit. The warm look in his eyes didn’t disappear, so you took a deep breath and resigned.

“Y/N,” you croaked out, your voice rough from misuse. The guy - Peter - smiled fully which made him look playful and young. You cursed herself for being so naïve around him, so you steeled your heart once again. Peter seemed to notice that so his smile wavered but he didn’t back down, much to your interest.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Look,” he began, clear that even he was unsure of what he wanted to say. You eyed him with as much mistrust as you could muster. “I know you’ve been through hell but, um…” Peter looked back for support at the others and one of them - a redhead - nodded at him assuredly, probably encouraging him to continue the same way. He then turned his head a bit towards you and you saw his face scrunch up and his eyes squeeze. He seemed to be debating something in his mind but it didn’t take long because after a couple of seconds, he turned fully towards you and fixed you with a determined gaze.

“Look, I’m really not good at this… persuading stuff but it was my turn, so I had to do it and not that I mind, it’s just I can’t say that hope bullshit although it does sound kinda nice,” Peter blurted out so quickly that you had trouble following his train of thought. Before you could process what he had said, he continued. “Here’s the deal: Me and those guys behind me are part of this super cool band of mutants and we call ourselves the X-Men - pretty cool, right? We do this kind of thing often, we go on missions and all that jazz. Anyway, there’s this place where we live and study, and learn how to control our powers and it’s called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.” Your brows furrowed at the name and you noticed you weren’t as tense as you were before.

“I know, but bear with me. It’s this huge mansion filled with people like you and me and it’s where we feel, you know, kinda normal. And it’s not boring all the time, I make sure of that,” Peter continued, smirking at the end of his sentence which made you want to either punch him or laugh at his antics. “Look, Y/N, all I’m saying is - you’ve got a chance to come with us to a pretty cool place where there’s free food and other stuff which, to me, is a nice deal. Or you could, you know, go off on your own and probably get captured again. You don’t want that, do you?”

Peter’s voice had softened towards the end of his little speech which weakened your resolve even more. He painted a pretty picture - you couldn’t deny that, and the chances of you surviving on your own, especially in your current state, were very slim. You swallowed roughly, your throat parched from not drinking water for so long.

“I’d say that you’re pretty good at the persuading stuff,” you replied, looking up at Peter’s dark eyes. Hearing that, a grin found its place on his face again, exposing dimples which you absolutely didn’t notice.

“So… what’s it gonna be?” Peter reached out his palm to you, a hopeful look in his eyes. You stared at him, searching for any sign of a lie. Everybody seemed to hold their breaths - that was the defining moment. From there on out, things could go very smoothly or go haywire in a couple of seconds. For all the X-Men knew, you could be triggered by anything. Nothing was sure about the situation. You seemed to find nothing but honesty laced with a bit mirth in Peter’s eyes which was good enough for you. Without tearing your gaze away from his, you placed your trembling hand in his open palm, relishing the first warm human contact you’d had in years. Peter squeezed your hand reassuredly which earned him his first smile from you, albeit a small and hesitant one. He led you to the plane the team had arrived in and never let go of your hand during the whole trip to Westchester, not even when you fell asleep on his shoulder during the flight.

In the following months you found your place among the mutants in the Professor’s school. You were close with the group that had rescued you who were now your most cherished friends - Jean, Ororo, Jubilee, Scott, Kurt and of course Peter. He had become your best friend. From the day he convinced you to come with him you two had been inseparable. Peter learned so much about you - he half expected you to be angry at the world and not let anyone in which would’ve been understandable but you surprised him once again. You were quiet, not used to the friendly environment of the school, and shy. You preferred to be alone at times but cherished your friends more than anything. You were loyal to a fault and a very level-headed and strong-minded person. Your determination and tendency to be hard-working helped you achieve all your goals, including joining the X-Men officially and permanently. You finally felt like you belonged somewhere and you thought that maybe this was the feeling they called “home”.

Peter was fascinated by you. He kept craving your company but despite all his big talk and bravado, he just couldn’t tell you how he felt and risk his friendship with you. From the moment you met, he felt a strong pull towards you like a current and each day he felt as if he was drowning more and more. What was strange to him was that he didn’t mind it - his feelings were becoming more and more intense but he was helpless to stop it. So, he resigned himself to have only your friendship, not once noticing how you kept seeking his company as well and wanted the same things as him, effectively proving you felt the same way about him. Peter was special to you since he uttered that first “Hi” and you couldn’t shake off your feelings for him all these months. To you it seemed like he was that nice to everyone and merely liked you as a friend so you were determined to hide your infatuation with him as best as you could. You were terrified of your feelings towards Peter because you had never been so attached to a person before. That gave that person an immense amount of power over you, which was your biggest fear - being controlled and used again. You had crushes before, you weren’t a stranger to physical intimacy but this was a whole different ordeal.

You knew Peter had your best interests at heart but these new feelings you hadn’t experienced at all were terrifying. So you tried to bury them deep and go on with your life.

(You failed. Miserably.)

You two seemed to be stuck in an unending cycle, dancing around each other and your feelings. Your friends and basically everyone around you saw how you felt for one another and they tried numerous times to give the two of you a push in the right direction but both of you were young and stubborn, skittishly avoiding their attempts to bring you together, each of you believing the other didn’t feel the same way. It got to a point where Charles Xavier himself waited to see when you would swallow their pride and finally admit your feelings. From the start he had paired Peter and you as a team for training missions, believing you complemented each other’s powers well. Another reason for his decision was the fact that you seemed to understand each other with only one look and often anticipated the other’s actions which saved quite a lot of time on missions. And maybe the not so obvious reason was that he wanted to bring you two even closer together and make you realize you had no time to lose. But, of course the professor wouldn’t do that, surely.

(But Charles would.)

In one of the rare times that you managed to convince Peter to attend a class with you, the lesson was interrupted by Hank who told you to immediately report to Raven. The two of you looked at each other with mirroring confused expressions on your faces but Peter shrugged and tugged you up, leading you to the training grounds where Mystique spent most of her time. When you got there, you immediately suited up - this was a well-practiced routine for both of you and each passing day you did it with more ease than the previous one. Raven was waiting for you with a grim expression on her face which was never good news but you were sure that you could handle it. After all, you and Peter were efficient and always got the job done.

“I’ve got a mission for you today and it’s nothing routine or easy. You two are the best for the objective but I need to know first if you’ll be willing to do it,” Raven said, her voice even and calculated. Peter stopped chewing his gum in confusion and opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

“What do you mean?”

Something changed in Mystique’s gaze. A flash of compassion and uncertainty could be seen clearly in her eyes, the crease in her brow loosening.

“We just got word that the camp you were in, Y/N, has been reconstructed and running for a couple of months under the radar. We believe there are a lot less mutants there than before, so the two of you should be sufficient to extract them and deal with the place and the people running it however you see fit. It would be preferable if you kept most of them alive, so they could be trialed and sentenced.” Raven sighed and continued, her voice softer. “I know both of you have bad memories of that place, especially you,Y/N but I couldn’t think of anyone better to do this. If you think you can’t do it or you just don’t want to, it’s perfectly fine. I won’t pressure you into doing something you don’t want to.”

Peter swallowed. He wouldn’t go there without you, that was for sure but he had an idea of what they had done to you there, so he would’ve supported you wholeheartedly if you decided not to revisit the place which gave you numerous nightmares. He stole a quick glance at you to see your reaction and he immediately wanted to hug you. Your jaw was clenched, brows furrowed and your eyes had the same intensity of rage and pain when the two of you had first met. Hands clenched into fists, you stared at the ground for a couple of moments before Peter softly uttered, “Y/N?”

You looked up at him abruptly, snapping out of your trance when your Y/E/C met his dark brown. You knew what he was thinking but you were stronger than this. You wouldn’t let something in the past stop you from rescuing your fellow mutants. You refused to miss the chance to be a part of the mission.

“I’m in,” you ground out with a hard voice. Raven studied you for a minute but you didn’t back down which seemed to please the teacher. She nodded and turned to Peter.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied to Mystique’s questioning expression, meaning for it to sound light and make the situation easier to bear but instead his voice was flat, filled with dark determination caused by his memories of that terrible place.

“Alright then, the basics are simple: get in, retrieve the prisoners and get out. Hank prepped the smaller plane for you, since it’s a two-man mission and we don’t expect there to be many mutants.” Raven led you and Peter to the platform where the plane was and waited for you while you made your final preparations. Just before you disappeared inside, she called out to you, “Remember: try to bring humans back alive, don’t act without thinking!”

You were sure Mystique was staring right at you when she warned the two of you.

The flight was filled with tension filled silence - it was personal for both of the young X-Men, more so for you. Because of that Peter didn’t know what to say to make it better - he didn’t want you to think he was pitying you and nothing he came up with, whether witty or comforting, seemed to be fitting. So he stayed silent, hoping against all odds that everything would go well and the girl he was in love with wouldn’t get scarred again.

Your mind was blank during the whole journey. You focused on flying the plane and making sure you were on schedule - nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t want to think about what would happen when you arrived or what you would see there. Raven’s last words for you were ingrained in your mind and subconsciously you wondered just for a second if you’ll make your fears come true. Will you lose control and revert back to the tortured girl they had found there in the first place or will you keep your cool and be better than that? As soon as that question popped into your mind, you gritted your teeth and forced yourself to clear your mind and calm down. You knew delaying the issue would make it worse but it was the easiest thing to do. So you went with it.

Arriving at the location, You managed to keep that cold calm, erecting a wall around yourself that Peter couldn’t see through. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking or feeling and that made him nervous. He wasn’t sure if he could anticipate what you would do which complicated things further. Before the two of you infiltrated the building, Peter grabbed your arm and turned you gently around. You still remained silent and he took his cue to talk.

“How do you wanna do this?”

You froze. You hadn’t thought about that but you would be lying if you said that you were not tempted to just storm in there and kill every bastard who made those mutants’ lives miserable. Peter seemed to notice you faltering in your decision, so he moved his arm down to your hand and grabbed the other with his free hand which seemed to snap you out of your reverie. There was uncertainty in your Y/E/C eyes and something he saw only when you first met - vulnerability.

“Y/N, I know what you’re thinking but is it really worth it to waste your strength on that scum? Don’t you think it’s better for them to rot in a cell for the rest of their lives and never see a Twinkie again?”

You snorted, looking down at your feet which made Peter smile. He squeezed your hands to try and convince you further but he knew he was taking a long shot. He wasn’t sure if he would listen if he were in your place. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile.

“You’re still good at the persuading stuff,” you said, a hint of teasing barely there. Peter grinned, moving closer to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. You closed her eyes, relishing the sensation the kiss brought both physically and emotionally. You found that it had effectively calmed you down and filled you with some sense. You smiled wider, thinking that only your dork of a best friend can do that.

“You know it,” Peter replied, moving away from you with his signature smirk in place. You immediately missed his warmth and scolded yourself for feeling that way when you were on a mission. You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, your heart filled with determination.

“I say we do it fast - get us in, find the prisoners and you can get them out one by one while I stay and guard them. We’ll deal with any trouble on the spot. But if we do this, we gotta do it quickly.”

Peter nodded, his expression sobering. He moved next to you, holding your head in place while you braced herself for the speed you were about to experience.

“Ready?” Peter asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied and with that you suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit you and you looked up to see that the of you were now in the familiar cell block. You doubled over, bracing yourself on your knees while Peter soothingly rubbed your back.

“I thought you were used to this by now, we’ve done it so many times.”

“Yeah, I thought so as well. Come on, we shouldn’t waste any more time.”

 You and Peter moved cautiously through the hallway, suspicious that there were no guards or alarms going off. Looking at each other, you realized you were thinking the same thing, quietly readying yourselves for an ambush. When none came and you reached the cells where mutants were held, the two of you made quick work of getting the cells open, after which Quicksilver (as Peter had taken to call himself lately, justifying that “you have to have a cool name to be part of the X-Men, come on guys”) zoomed in and out, securing the mutants in the plane and coming back to get the next. You were on edge the whole time, constantly checking every corner and exit you could see, expecting a swarm of guards to burst in any moment but it was pointless. It was like the place had been abandoned which was highly unlikely, all the more reason for you to be ready to fight. Soon the cells emptied and still - no alarms, no humans with guns, trying to kill you, nothing.

“I don’t like this,” you murmured when Peter came back to get you. He had a grim expression on his face, his eyes darting around every once in a while.

“Yeah, me neither. They couldn’t have all just gone to the mall or something.”

“I don’t know. Let’s just get out of here. I don’t wanna be here any longer than we have to.”

Peter silently agreed and the two of you prepared to take off. You nodded at him, when he silently questioned you if you were ready and he started running on the same path he had taken while rescuing the prisoners. Just after rounding a corner, he felt a wave of energy hit him and you, throwing both of you back on the ground painfully. Peter managed to hug you close to his body at the last moment, softening your fall, but he fell back first onto the hard concrete, feeling his bones scream in pain. The two of you groaned simultaneously, rubbing the areas you had hit. Suddenly, the familiar click of a weapon’s safety being turned off sounded all around you and you quickly got on your feet.

“Shit,” Peter murmured. You were surrounded by at least a hundred men, holding unfamiliar rifles which seemed to be some kind of prototype. That wave of energy that hit you had left Peter exhausted and he felt that he could still run at his normal fast speed but not for long. The same had happened to you, judging from the way you panted next to him. You kept flexing your fingers, seemingly trying to shake off the effect the laser had rendered on them but to no avail. Your eyes were filled with suppressed anger which made Peter feel both nervous and relieved - nervous that it was there but relieved that you had it under control.

Suddenly the mercenaries started shooting and charging the two of you which prompted the mutants to quickly jump into action. Peter was still able to take multiple of men out at super speeds but he had to stop from time to time and fight at a normal speed because he was getting quickly fatigued. You had a similar problem - you managed to erect a shield from the bullets but couldn’t muster the energy to maintain it and attack in return. So you had to time using them right, so you wouldn’t get shot, could take out some bad guys and rest if possible at appropriate intervals. The two of you fought for a time but the men seemed to be endless and they were getting more and more tired. You realized you didn’t have much time with Peter left - the chances of you surviving were slim at best and you couldn’t bear the thought of dying without at least telling him how you felt. You realized it was a clichè thing to do and that there was always the chance that he didn’t feel the same but you didn’t give a damn. For all the things you went wrong with Peter, you would at least set this right. You waited for him to slow down and start fighting at a normal pace and made your way over to him, using a huge amount of power to do so. By the time you reached him, you were exhausted but still made pathetic attempts of attacking. The two of you were now fighting almost back to back and you figured this was as good a time as any.

“Peter!” You yelled over the gunfire. He was a little ways off of you but turned his head immediately when he heard you.

“What?” Peter yelled back.

“I need to tell you something in case we don’t… in case we don’t make it.”

“What? Bullshit, we’re kicking these guys’ asses and then we’ll eat two buckets of ice cream to celebrate.” Peter managed to look at you and shoot you a confident smile which made your heart ache. There was a chance you wouldn’t see it again and you wouldn’t listen to his ramblings and jokes anymore and you nearly broke down then and there.

“No, Peter, listen…” You began but Peter, ever being impatient, cut you off.

“It’s okay - I forgive you for everything, don’t worry!” He shouted, kicking a guy into a wall and then turning to block a punch from another.

“No, it’s not that, I just…”

“Didn’t often say how awesome I am? ‘Cause, you know, I’ll actually accept an apology for that, I mean…” You huffed in frustration, sending a bit more powerful wave of energy towards a couple of guys than necessary, knocking them immediately unconscious.

“No, I’m in love with you, you idiot!” You yelled, breathing heavily, already exhausted from your previous attack. Peter suddenly froze. Your eyes widened when you saw a mercenary behind him raise his gun straight at his head. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you summoned every ounce of power you had left to raise a shield over him. Thankfully, you were just in time, the bullet bouncing off the energetic barrier. Without noticing, you had made the shield big enough for both of you and it seemed to last without you constantly concentrating over it. Panting heavily, you briefed a glance at Peter who was still frozen in shock, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes almost comically wide.

“What?” He shouted, still not processing what his best friend had just told him. Maybe the bullets had rendered him deaf or you were so exhausted that you started speaking nonsense, that must be it, there was no way that you could feel the same way about him that he did about you… Was there?

You managed to straighten, still breathing heavily. You swallowed roughly, suddenly extremely nervous and looked Peter straight in the eye. You weren’t backing down now - there was no going back at this point - but you weren’t brave enough to come closer to him, so you stayed rooted to the spot.

“I love you, Peter. I have for a long time but I was afraid to tell you because we’re best friends and your friendship is the most important thing in my life. I can’t bear the thought of losing you, so I just thought that being friends with you is enough but it isn’t, God, it really isn’t. I just… I can’t handle the possibility of dying without telling you how I feel.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes briefly and clenching your hands into fists at your sides. When you opened them, you felt the familiar sting of tears welling up, so you blinked furiously, trying to hold them back. You sent a watery smile at Peter. “So here it is: I am hopelessly in love with you, Peter Maximoff.”

Peter had forgotten you were in the middle of a fight. He forgot that there were numerous men trying to kill the two of you. He also forgot that you were both exhausted. Before he could say or do anything, your shield started flickering. You startled and began trying to maintain it but you were too weak and your efforts were fruitless. You were on the brink of collapsing and Peter found himself filled with new energy just at the sight of you nearly dying from exhaustion and what you had just said. He wasted no time - he willed his body to move just as the barrier completely went out. He felt the familiar tug of time slowing around him and he smiled - he missed it in the short time he couldn’t do it but it felt like an eternity to him. He deftly avoided the bullets flying at him and moved those that were aimed at you, after which he lifted you in his arms, bracing your head and sped out of there. Reaching the plane, he put you in the pilot’s seat, checked if the mutants they rescued were alright and then closed the plane’s hatch, speeding towards the co-pilot’s seat. Back in normal time, Peter gave you a few seconds to gather your wits while he prepared the plane for take off. The hatch was still closing, so he kept an eye on it, checking if there were any mercenaries following them. You looked confused at first, then shocked but then managed to secure yourself into the seat and put your headset on.

“Can you fly?” Peter asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, not trusting yourself to say more. You had to put your personal feelings aside – the two of you had a group of injured mutants to look after and you had to get out of there fast. With both of you working on getting the plane in the air, you managed to just barely lift off before a group of mercenaries managed to catch up and start shooting at you.

Until you left the country, the pilot cabin was filled with silence. Both of you were still wary and concentrated on getting you out as soon as possible. Peter could hear relieved murmurs from the back of the plane and internally sighed in relief - the mutants were okay and they trusted the two of you - that’s all that mattered. He cast a quick glance at you, who didn’t tear your gaze away from the horizon. He was about to open his mouth and say something stupid to see you smile but you suddenly removed your headset and took a short breath.

“I think we’re safe for now. I’m gonna go check on the kids,” you said curtly, looking everywhere but at him. You stood up and moved to exit the cabin but Peter used his speed, put the plane on autopilot and stopped you. You looked back at him, annoyance clear in your eyes but said nothing. Peter took a deep breath - this should be easy, he already knows you feel the same way. Why does he still get nervous like a schoolboy?

“Stay,” he managed to say, a pleading look within his eyes. Your expression softened and you relaxed your stance which made Peter release your arm. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak his mind.

“I’m sorry for standing like a friggin’ flag pole back there, I was such an idiot…” Peter started, running his palm over his forehead. Words seemed to escape him and he huffed in frustration.
“It’s okay, Pete, it was nothing,” you replied, a hint of sadness in your tone.

“No, it’s not, I…” Peter clenched his jaw. He was always better at showing rather than telling someone how he felt. He looked at you with newfound determination and before you could open your mouth and ask him what was wrong, he quickly crossed the distance between you, cradled your head and pressed his lips to yours. They were incredibly soft but also incredibly unmoving so Peter panicked - did you change your mind in the short amount of time since your confession? Just as he was about to step away, you wrapped your arms around his middle and opened your mouth to let him in. Peter almost laughed in relief, gladly accepting your invite and moving his lips in perfect synchronization with yours. You seemed to mold perfectly with each other - your bodies, your lips, your tongues - it was just so perfect, you were so perfect for each other that your heart could burst. You couldn’t believe Peter was kissing you, enthusiastically at that. The two of you basked in each other for a few more moments before you seemed to remember you needed to breathe, so you slowly broke your kiss and Peter rested his forehead on yours, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. You smiled up at him, biting your lip which made Peter want to kiss you again and again. He licked his lips and cleared his throat before speaking.
“What I meant to say was that I love you, too.”

Your smile widened at that which prompted Peter to mirror it.

“But, you know, you kinda ruined it for me,” he continued.

You pulled away abruptly.

“What?” You almost shrieked.

“Well I had this really cool plan to ask you out and you just ruined it. Now I gotta pay the pianist without him actually doing anything,” Peter smirked, moving his hands down to your waist where he interlocked them, effectively holding you in place. You laughed in disbelief, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Only you, Maximoff, can make so frustrated in a matter of seconds.”

Peter chuckled.

“Yeah but you love me for it.”

“I do.”

Later when the two of you arrived at the school, Raven was waiting with a concerned expression on her face. When Peter and you walked down the platform, your faces were cheerful and carefree which made her eyebrows raise in question. Both of you pretended not to notice, briefly told her what had happened and left her to deal with the new additions to the school. When you were walking out Raven looked back at the pair of you and saw Peter turn to you, pointing his finger to his cheek. You shook your head but raised yourself up on your toes to kiss him on the cheek but in the last second Peter turned his head and you kissed him on the lips instead. You pulled away quickly, opening your mouth in pretend shock and smacked his arm while he chuckled, apparently satisfied with his clever ruse. You pretended to be mad at him but when Peter reached his hand out to you, you gladly took it, intertwining your fingers and even leaned on his shoulder. Raven chuckled softly, murmuring quietly to herself: “Guess I owe Charles fifty bucks.”

anonymous asked:

Omg I don't know if you take prompts but what about will gaining a little weight in med school bc who doesn't gain a few pounds in college? and feeling self conscious bc his jeans are a little tight and Nico reassuring him!

“Dammit. Dammit.”

Usually, Will spouting expletives in the early hours of the morning doesn’t warrant Nico’s attention; however, Will had woken up Nico was a lovely bout of morning sex 45 minutes earlier and the younger of the two sees no reason for Will to be so upset. So.

Nico cracks one bleary eye open (they’d closed sometime between his orgasm and when Will had rolled out of bed to get in the shower) and peers down the length of the bed. Will’s standing at the foot, his jeans pulled up his legs and trying desperately to button them. The blond curses again and even jumps a few times to pull his pants farther up his legs (Nico’s been there with his own skinny jeans; he knows that doesn’t really work) but they won’t budge.

Letting this go on for a few more seconds, Nico finally asks in a rough voice, “Y’ok there, Solace?”

Even in the dim light coming in through their blinds, Nico can see Will’s face coloring. “Fine. Just fine.”

“Really,” Nico says. He rolls onto his back, unfortunately fully awake now, and props himself up on his elbows, “Because all that swearing didn’t sound like you’re ok.”

Will sighs and slumps a little bit, sitting heavily on the bed as he does. It makes Nico bounce a little from the force of it. “Mypantswon’tgoon.”

Scusi?” Nico asks.

Will flops down dramatically (Apollo wasn’t even the god of theater) and ends up buried face-first in the comforter. A bit clearer, Will says again, “My pants won’t go on. They’re too small.”

“Oh,” Nico says. That explained the jumping. “So, big deal? Buy some more and donate the old ones.”

Will suddenly looks up from the comforter, “I’ve weighed 175 pounds since I was sixteen. I’ve been able to fit into those jeans for the last eight years.”

Oh. Ohhhh.

“Come here, Will. And lose the pants.” Nico says, patting the pillow beside him. Will stands up long enough to shuck off his pants (a little more forceful than necessary, Nico thinks, but that’s beside the point) before sitting on the bed next to Nico.
Throwing off the covers, Nico crawls over to Will and sits on the blond’s legs. This close, Nico can see that Will is a bit softer, sure. His pectoral muscles aren’t as defined, his stomach isn’t as hard, his hips have a bit more padding. But Will’s arms wrap around Nico’s waist and his hold on Nico is just as strong and warm as it’s always been. Nico takes the time to run his palms over Will’s shoulders before speaking.

“So you’ve gained a little weight. Isn’t that what you were always telling me to do?”

“Yes but you were underweight—,” Will interrupts and Nico puts his finger to Will’s lips to shut him up.

“But nothing.” Nico says, “You’re perfect the way you are, even if you have gained weight because of school or stress or whatever. I certainly don’t mind it, you shouldn’t either.”

For emphasis (and because Will’s a sucker for it), Nico scoots closer and nuzzles his face into Will’s neck, pressing barely-there kisses to the thin skin over Will’s pulse. Will gives a little sigh, sounding more pleased than exasperated, before gently pulling Nico back.

“Ok,” Will says, “Ok, you’re right, I’m being an idiot about this.”

“Damn right,” Nico says, “I told—,”

Will gives him a look and Nico stops talking.

“But even if I do lose the weight…” He trails off, looking distantly at something over Nico’s left shoulder.

“I’ll love you no matter what, ok?” Nico says, cupping Will’s face and getting his boyfriend to look at him, “When I tell you I love you, it’s unconditional. Remember that.”

Will’s eyes soften, “Thank you, Nico. I love you, too.”

A ghost of a smile dances across Nico’s lips as he leans into Will and lets his boyfriend embrace him. Snuggled and warm, Nico lets his eyes drift shut in the crook of Will’s neck. After a few minutes of this, and Will tracing patterns along

Nico’s back, Will says, “I still need to buy pants that fit. If that pair of jeans won’t fit me, none of them will.”

“Oh no,” Nico says with a (slightly over-dramatic) sigh, “Whatever shall we do? I guess you’ll just have to walk around without clothes on all day.”

“I liked it better when you were asleep.” Will says, snorting with laughter.

Nico sits up, “Then help tire me out.” He smirks and pulls his laughing boyfriend down to the mattress with him.

thelightreflects  asked:

fake exes bellarke au: 'my new romance-obsessed friend asked me who my last date was with and i was too embarrassed to say i’ve never been on a date so i blurted your name and it turns out they know you’

A|N: Sorry this took awhile! I’m working dilligently on all the fake exes prompts you guys sent me, so hopefully all of them will be up soon. 

Anyway, I’m tagging @nadiahilker in this because this is my way of giving her a big ol’ hug after the whole antis hijacking episode (on such a Pure and Gr8 post too, I have no words lmao) Hope you like it babe!

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You see, it all starts because of a single, ill-timed, very tiny white lie.

“Wait,” Bellamy interjects, eyes wide, the expression on his face cycling from amused, to bemused and finally, all-out horror. “Clarke, you did what now?”

“You heard me the first time!” She wails, tugging at his apron strings to keep him from sprinting away like a startled fawn, “And like I said, it was an accident. How was I supposed to know that she’s your sister?”

He groans, rucking his fingers through his hair, eyelid twitching in time to the insistent beep of the coffee machine, “It’s just— you’re fucking kidding, right?

“Would I be doing this if I was?” she snaps, quickly regaining her composure to shoot him a beseeching look when he drops his gaze over to her, brow raised, “I know it’s not ideal or anything, but she’s not going to be in town for long, right?”

Huffing, he crosses his arms over his chest, petulant through and through. “I can’t believe you told my sister that we’re dating.

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anonymous asked:

Stormpilot prompt: Yeah Finn has nice buff arms and stuff but Poe doesn't realize how strong he actually is until at some point Finn picks him up and carries him (idk the reason maybe an injury or maybe he just wants to be flirty). Cue happy Poe and cute space boyfriends.

first of all, I’d like to apologize, anon. I kind of turned your prompt into jedistormpilot in the end bc I just couldn’t leave Rey out of it?????? Ugh, I’m sorry, but if you send me another stormpilot prompt I promise to stick to the ship next time! That being said, I hope you enjoy this fic anyway bc I def enjoyed writing it.

Also, I took the angst route because,you know, it’s me and I’m a big angst monster. Ending’s fluffy, though.

It’s on AO3

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Unintentional Commitment (Barry Allen x Reader)

Summary: Imagine your otp dating for five years but person A doesn't realize that they’re dating. They only figure it out after person B proposes at a big party in front of all their friends.

I have to be honest and say that I had a lot of fun writing this one so I’m going continue writing more for Barry. Feel free to send in requests if you have any!


Okay.. Deep breath, Y/F/N. You can do this. No big deal, you were just going to propose to the love of your life. Not a big deal at all. Oh no. You felt like you were going hurl. Of course it was a big deal, of course it was. Barry Allen was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you wanted him to be yours for the rest of your lives however long that may be. You twiddled around with the ring, pacing back and forth between the living room.

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