i made these gifs because this is the best line and i think of it often

valentine me, please? (chanyeol)
word count: 1262 w.
genre: fluff, romance, valentines day au
summary:  teaching chanyeol english is frustrating.

valentines day special ; pick your date

minseok | junmyeon | yixing
baekhyun | jongdae | chanyeol
kyungsoo | jongin | sehun




“Chanyeol, we’ve been through this last week. It’s ‘love’ as in luv, with an ‘ugh’ sound. Not ‘lob’.” You switched from English to Korean pronunciation of the words for Chanyeol to better understand.

Chanyeol grinned while you rubbed your temples in a circular motion. Maybe it’ll help relieve the headache you’re getting from this 165 cm giant.

“I’m pure Korean. You should understand that. I get 'R’ and 'L’ mixed up. Blame the alphabet, not me.” Chanyeol raised his hands as if surrendering.

“I’m Korean, too, but I learned English in a breeze. You don’t see me committing the same mistakes again and again, don’t you?” You eyed him wearily, arms folded across your chest.

“I’m sorry,” He whined like a puppy and you can’t help but smile at his childish act. Chanyeol confined his face using his long arms.

“English is hard,” you can hear his muffled voice, frustrated.

Taking a glance at the time, you tapped Chanyeol’s shoulder. He faced you, his nose crinkled and it was damn adorable. You said, “We have to finish our lesson before seven p.m.”

“Ohhh,” Chanyeol eyed you teasingly, “You have a date.”

Deep inside, Chanyeol prayed your response would be something along the lines of 'No, I don’t have a date. Would you like to be my date for today?’ but it seems like the heavens were neglecting his wishes at the moment.

“Actually, I’m going out with Jongdae for dinner.”

You thought you saw his face fall but you decided it was just your peripheral vision fooling you. Your crush senses need to stop tingling. You haven’t admitted this to anyone but you have a huge crush on Chanyeol.

At the first month, you developed a brother-sister with the guy. Teaching him English as a second language and you, being his friend, offered to teach him English. However, you felt yourself becoming closer to Chanyeol when he started opening up to you. He often tells you how he wanted to communicate with the international fans but apparently, elementary english doesn’t suffice for a proper conversation.

Above all that, you found it handsome how he was determined to learn a language that’s hard to understand. Baby steps, that’s what you kept telling him. Chanyeol has to learn English step-by-step.

“Oh, okay. Well, have fun with Jongdae. You deserve that much,” He flashed you his pearly whites before picking up the pencil and answered the blanks on his workbook.

You deserve that much. What does that mean?

“Hey,” you called him out.

Nudging Chanyeol, he turned to face you. A sullen expression painted on his face. You flinched inwardly because it’s rare for Chanyeol to frown or have a straight face whenever he’s with you.

“I know it’s been three months and…” You could feel your heart race as you choked up the words in your throat. A confession was coming up and you didn’t want to handle rejection at Valentines Day.

“…and I just want to say that I’m proud of you for conquering this feat even if you’re having a hard time and we’ve been repeating lessons week per week.”

You wanted to bang your head on the nearest hard surface. That didn’t come out right and it wasn’t motivational at all. You shook your head, composing the right words inside your brain.

“What I meant was you’re doing a great job, Yeol. I’ll be here every step of the way,” You pumped your fists. It was the least you could do as his teacher.

Chanyeol could sense a wide smile coming up. One that would stretch from ear to ear. He stared at his workbook for a good ten seconds before calling your attention. He wouldn’t want you to be disheartened on this special day just because of his incompetency in English.

“I’m done with the activity. Can you check it?” Chanyeol asked, handing you the workbook he answered.

You took another glance at your watch. There was at least one hour to spare before your so-called date with Jongdae. You wouldn’t want to call it a date because that word’s reserved for someone else. Preferably to that someone who’s sitting right across you.

With hands fidgeting under the table, Chanyeol gulped nervously. “I’ll have to go after I check your–”

Nicely written penmanship scribbled on the worksheet took you by surprise. Chanyeol has difficulty in grammar and spelling so seeing this message on the paper nearly swept you off your feet.

I don’t think your date with Jongdae is going to work out. It’s a mistake to go through this.

“Wait, what’s the meaning of this?” You blurted out in English so Chanyeol wouldn’t pick up your words. It was impossible for Chanyeol to use these words in a sentence since he’s struggling with sentence formation. He must be fiddling with Google Translator under the table.

Chanyeol knew you’d be surprised. “It means I like you enough to have lasted three months repeating the same lessons.”

“I wanted to spend more time with you that’s why I’ve been trying to dumb down my English.” He confidently spoke in perfect English. There were no hints of the R and L mix-ups he’s been having trouble with the past few months.

“You’ve been pretending?!” Slapping your hand to your forehead, you heaved a big sigh. “I went through all the trouble explaining to you– Ugh, I can’t believe!”

“I’m sure Jongdae would understand,” He said again, in pure fucking English. “I mean, anyone who doesn’t want you is an idiot. If you weren’t my best friend, I’d want you.”

Chanyeol felt heat surging through his ears. Flustered, he bowed down his head to avoid your gaze. “No, actually, I want you.”

Cute, you thought. Chanyeol always thought his big ears was a downside when it was his best asset all along.

“Stop saying things like that, you’re making my heart race.”

You placed a hand over your heart when Chanyeol suddenly had the courage to lean in close to your face. “Maybe I like making your heart race.”

That’s it, you were a complete goner for Park Chanyeol.

Chanyeol cleared his throat which caught your attention once again. “Valentine me, please?”

You laughed when he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. The Park Chanyeol you’ve been tutoring English made its appearance after cool English speaker Chanyeol disappeared.

“What I mean to say is, would you please consider being my Valentine?” He asked, hopeful eyes piercing through you.

It was hard to say no to Chanyeol when he was being this adorable. Plus points to his husky voice that made him hotter when speaking English.

“Aww, you asked me to be your Valentine.” You cooed, pinching his cheeks. You added, “I guess I have to make an excuse to avoid ditching Jongdae.”

“You don’t have to,” Chanyeol smirked. “This was part of our plan.”

“You know, someday, I’ll be able to see right through you,” you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Heat creeped up to your cheeks and you found yourself burying your face on his chest.

Caught off guard, Chanyeol crouched down and kissed your cheek. “Someday, but not today, we have a dinner date to go to.”


note: i’m opening my request box for a drabble challenge. check out the drabble challenge rules here! drop by my request box and send me the prompt number + member | masterlist

Michael’s Confession

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Title: Michael’s Confession

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 673

Warnings: none

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07: I just had this cute little idea for a fic where Gabriel messes with the reader like trickster mess if you know what I mean so that Michael finally confesses his feelings? I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!

When you woke up, you looked at the clock.  You had woken up the same exact time as yesterday.  You thought it was odd for something like this to happen.  No one in the universe woke up at the same time every day.  Yet, you had.

As you got ready for the day, just like you had the previous day, you noticed something odd.  The day before yesterday you had left the cap of the toothpaste off, so you made sure to screw it back on.  However, the cap was off.  You remembered putting the cap back on the toothpaste, yet there it was, sitting on the counter.

You left the bathroom, grabbing your phone off of the nightstand.  Your eyes widened at the date on your phone.  You were living the same day again.  Which meant you would meet Sam and Dean Winchester at the same diner at the same time.  Maybe they would help you; if they believed your story in the first place.

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TITLE: Hold a Lover Close

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x Reader/OC

REQUEST/PROMPT: “I almost lost you” + height difference

WORD COUNT: 1,533 (sorry it’s kind of short - or at least short for me)

GENRES/WARNINGS: Slight smut but not really, slight angst, cannon-level violence.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: This is about as close to smut as I will ever get. I have no idea where the gif is from (i found it on google images and it had no source when i went to the page). Title is from “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” by panic! at the disco. I tried making a post with a gif, I hope it looks okay. Enjoy!

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I just hit my next thousand (whee) so to celebrate, I thought I’d show my appreciation for the amazing writers of the bellarke fandom by compiling a list of my all-time favourite bellarke fics! Hope y’all enjoy, x. 

Like Ships In The Night (Passing Me By) by viansian [11k, one-shot, immortal au, historical au,]

This fic gets a special place in my heart because it was the very first fic I read for bellarke and I fell in love with it immediately. Basic premise? Bellamy is an immortal and Clarke isn’t, and he meets her seven times throughout his life. It’s heart-breaking and poignant and the characters are written with so much thought. (With an happy ending, to boot.)

First Impressions Often Lie by @antebellamy [9k, multi-chapter, completed modern au, boarding school au, enemies to friends to lovers] 

Listen, this fic is amazing. Mia writes like magic; it’s nostalgic and sweet and angsty all at once, and there are some lines in here that just make me shiver and cry and have a lot of feelings, okay. Overall, it’s engaging and fun and will stick with you for days after. 

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I had so much fun writing this one. Seriously. Fluffy Loki is the best Loki. Thank you to jeffersonstarshiips for this request - apologies for taking so long. I have the attention span of a baby rabbit. I feel kind of guilty about writing Pietro as this much of a bad guy but then I read the last line and forget about it. Enjoy, not just the story but also that gif, my darlings, because my Gods. Look at that lil’ face :3

Prompt:  Reader gets hired by Bruce and Tony to help them out with stuff. While working she falls her Pietro, but their relationship ends horribly. Loki her friend/ex finds out and comforts her while unleashing hell. loki fluff plz 

“No Apology Necessary” (Part 1)

“Morning!” You called out cheerily as you walked into the lab. To passers-by, the room would look empty but you had worked there long enough to know better.
“(Y/n)!” Tony shouted as his head appeared from behind a countertop. Bruce was nowhere to be seen.
“Yes, hello? What are you doing down there?” You chuckled, dropping your backpack by your desk.
“Duck!” He cried and you followed orders, just in time to see a machine fly over your head. It looked like a metal snail shell with two jet boosters either side. The boosters moved in order to propel the gadget through the air and you quickly realised they were moving again, propelling it towards you.

Leaping forward, you narrowly avoided the machine. Tony reached out and grabbed your hands, pulling you into his hiding spot.
“I’d thank you for that but I’ve got a feeling this is your fault.” You panted and Tony chuckled.
“Bruce wasn’t here.”
“Evidently.” Peering above the countertop, you watched the contraption search the other side of the room slowly. As you watched the device lazily float around, Loki appeared in the doorway. Thor had brought him down to Earth to try and earn the pardon of its defenders last year and you were one of the first to forgive him so you’d managed to build a strong relationship. Often he’d come down to the lab to visit you and this was one of those days.

“Loki!” You hissed, gesturing for him to move. His head whirled around to the sound of your voice and he smirked when he saw you hiding.
“Am I that bad company?” He chuckled, stepping fully into the room. Almost immediately the snail-bot hummed and turned to face him. Bolting out of your hiding spot, you threw yourself at Loki and pinned him to the floor as the machine sailed over you.
“Idiot.” You snapped and Loki smirked. The trickster God was lying flat against the floor and you were sprawled over him, hands pinning his arms out.
“Hissing my name isn’t a warning, you know.” He smiled, neither of you moving.
“It’s not my fault your brain didn’t engage. Why did you think I was hiding?” You mirrored his expression smugly. However, before Loki could reply, you were interrupted.

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COSMIC BOY // IV // MASTERLIST


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Honestly, not sure if I should just keep the gif header bc I haven’t gotten around to making the damn graphic…anyways…here’s the new chapter of cb! So glad you guys are really loving it and how some of you are legit ftfo. It’s gonna be okay. Enjoy!

Warning: Really cheesy angst? Ben sees panties and is a perv

Word Count: 4.5K+


“So mind telling me as to why you never thought to mention, oh…I don’t know? That your brother was moving back?!” You nearly shouted at Rey as the two of you sat in between two book shelves, in the middle of doing homework although a certain someone couldn’t help but think about Ben.

The entire time during gym, your eyes were glued on Ben; although he didn’t have the proper attire, he still participated and decided to play basketball with Poe and Finn. Each and every time Ben would shoot, you found yourself drooling at the sight of his v-line whenever his shirt would lift up. It was safe to say that gym class was spent doing nothing but gawking.

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AN: Hey…it’s been a few days, sorry. As most of you may know I had to put down my cat of 17 years yesterday, so I wanted to take the day off from Tumblr and everything else. My mum surprised me with a trip to NYC (yay!) and Imagine Dragons concert tickets (double yay!) to help cheer me up, so updating my be a little spotty for a while with all these things going on. Anyway, thank you to the anon that sent me this. *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Prompt: Could u do an imagine where Steve & the reader get into a huge fight,she teleports to a secret base she has,& a year later,after she hasn’t contacted any humans,Steve finds her,but doesn’t know its her bc she changes her appearance & right before Steve leaves she breaks down crying and reveals herself because she missed him so much and they both end up doing really fluffy stuff. That is part two to my request. Thank you so much!!!

((^^^This request was pretty specific with a lot of parts, so I hope I did it justice! I may tweak it just a little bit just so it flows better with my writing, but other than that I love the request!))

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“No Need To Run Away”

Tears streamed down your face as you stared at the man you had looked up to for so long rip your hopes and confidence to shreds.

You knew that he was doing it because he cared, but every word he said, every point he made, dug deeper and deeper into the emotional wounds he had created.

“You can not go on this mission, you understand?” Steve said, jutting a finger at you like you were some sort of child.

“Why?” You asked, your voice shaking with everything from sadness to anger. “Why is everyone else allowed to go but me?”

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Jealous – A Danisnotonfire One Shot (as requested by Anon)

Walking through the streets of London in the middle of the night was my new favorite thing to do. Seeing the captivating lights and feeling the cool breeze made me feel like the world had a true talent of making divine creations. Maybe that’s why my boyfriend, Dan, came into my life – to show me yet another example of a beautiful product placed on this Earth. It’s as if all the planets and constellations got together and said, “Yep, this one’s our best work yet. The girl who gets him better feel lucky as hell.” Which, of course, I do.

In my last relationship, I had grown to believe that men don’t show affection. I didn’t know what being properly courted felt like. My ex, Jackson, was never the one to hold my hand in public, or tell me how much I meant to him. He’d never text me back, he always cancelled plans with me at the very last minute, and most importantly, he never said “I love you”, even when I said it to him. It nearly crushed my dream of finding a man who could make me feel like I was worth something, like I was important. Then, just in the nick of time, Dan waltzed into my life right as I ended the relationship with Jackson.

Now, as Dan was showing me the most magnificent sights in London, I couldn’t help but feel maybe the most perfect sight was standing right in front of me, holding my hand proudly.

“So, (Y/N), that’s pretty much the last of the places I wanted to show you in the city.” Dan said as we walked away from a barrier that overlooked the classic London Eye.

I frowned, thinking the night was over. “I had an amazing time,” I said earnestly, “you have no idea how much this night meant to me.”

He looked confused. “No, (Y/N), I said this is the last place I wanted to show you in the CITY. This night isn’t over!” He guaranteed. “I have a few places I want to take you that are more local. Is that alright with you?”

I grinned, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “More than alright,” I said, and laid my head on his shoulder as we continued walking down the pavement. He took his hand out of mine and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer. He kissed the top of my head lovingly. He was warm, and smelled like expensive cologne. I knew in that moment this was the feeling of being wanted.

As we walked a couple of blocks south, I asked him where we were headed. “It’s a surprise,” Dan said playfully, “a sweet surprise.” I could tell he was trying to give me a hint, but I pretended to be oblivious, just to give him the full satisfaction of my surprised reaction.

A few more blocks down the way we were going, he turned to me and said, “This is the point where you have to close your eyes.”

“How will I be able to see where I’m going?” I asked. “I’ll guide you, obviously,” he said. “How do I know you won’t guide me into the oncoming traffic? I could die, Dan. DIE.” I emphasized jokingly. “You won’t die, because I won’t guide you into the traffic. I think you underestimate how much I care for you, (Y/N).” Dan answered, chuckling afterwards. I smiled so hard, my face hurt.

I closed my eyes for him. I felt him put one hand at the small of my back, and grab my upper arm with the other. We slowly walked across the street as the traffic lights turned red. It was a whole new sensation only trusting him and the ground below me to guide me to our destination. Once we crossed the street, and walked a few more steps, I smelled a clean and sweet aroma along with a cold gust of wind. “Alright,” Dan said as he adjusted my body to be directly in front of the place, “you can open your eyes now!”

Once I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn’t. My smile fell, and I looked down to the ground to avoid looking at what was in front of me. We were standing in front of an ice cream parlor. That wasn’t the problem, of course. The problem was that this exact ice cream parlor was where my ex-boyfriend worked.

Dan noticed my disappointed look immediately. “Oh no, what’s wrong? You don’t like this place?” he questioned caringly. “No, no, I love this place. It’s just that… ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.” I responded. “Do you want to go somewhere else for ice cream? I think there’s another place around the corner, but it might be closed…” Dan tried to resolve this as best he could, which made me want to please him even more. “No, babe, it’s okay, we’re already here. Plus, this is your favorite spot. Don’t worry about me.” He smiled, and kissed me. We walked into the parlor, and I braced myself for any chance of seeing my ex.

As Dan and I made our way down the glass display, picking out our ice cream flavors, I thought we were clear of any run-ins. But of course, with my shit luck, I saw him at the end of the line, ringing up orders in the cash register. I already knew this was going to suck. Not only for me, but for Dan as well.

I reluctantly walked up to the register, Dan in tow. When Jackson glanced up, he had to do a double take to make sure it was actually me. His expression was almost unreadable, but from what I could tell he was at least slightly surprised.

“Hi, could I please have one scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone?” I asked politely, pretending that I had no idea who he was. He laughed, and said, “Vanilla, huh? I always thought chocolate was your favorite.” Dan turned to me, confused. “Do you come here often, (Y/N)?” He asked. “No, actually,” Jackson interjected, “not often enough. She doesn’t seem to remember me.”

“Okay, yes, Jackson, I remember you. How are you doing? Fine? Great. Dan, please order.” I said hastily. “I AM doing fine, thanks for asking so sincerely.” He said. “And I can see you’re doing fine as well. So, so fine.” He winked at me. The hair on my neck raised in uncomfortable tension. Dan held onto my hand a little tighter.

“(Y/N), who is this?” Dan asked. “I’m her ex,” Jackson interjected again, “I’m hurt she doesn’t talk about me more often.”

“There’s a reason, Jackson.” I scoffed. “Dan, what do you want, babe?”

“Can I just have a mint chocolate chip scoop so we can just get on with our night, please?” Dan ordered stiffly. “Babe, huh? I loved when you called me that.” Jackson sneered. I wanted to throw up.

“Listen, mate, she just wants the vanilla cone. That’s the ONLY thing she wants from you. Ever.” Dan barked defensively. He now had his arm on my waist, holding tight. Jackson rolled his eyes, and yelled the order to the other girl working behind the counter. She handed him our ice cream cones, which he then handed to us. Dan pulled out a 20, and threw it onto the counter. “Keep the change, wanker.” He growled as we walked out of the parlor quickly.

When we got outside, he pulled my face towards his, and gave me a deep kiss. With tongue. Right in front of the window looking into the parlor. I kissed back, feeling my growing desire for him fueled by the anger I had towards Jackson. When we both pulled away, I looked through the window, and saw Jackson slamming his apron onto the top of the ice cream display case, while also looking back at us furiously. I laughed, and turned back to face Dan.

“Want to know something?” I said through a smile.

“What?” Dan breathed out, his chin coming forward to lean in for another kiss. “You look sexy when you get jealous.” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with mine.

Bit of a short version than I’d have liked but I managed to fit in all the ideas I had. This one is again for @georghiousophia (who has perhaps one of the most difficult to spell URLs that I’ve ever type). I hope you enjoy it - I should be uploading a couple more one-shots today because I’ve been writing them over the course of the week. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Omg I loved it so much THANK YOU ❤️🔫 PLEASE DO PART 2

“Castigations and Celebrations” (Part 2)

Part 1

Your wooden dining table took up a lot of space in your sitting room. The dimly lit apartment was cramped and untidy but it was home. 2 windows let a little evening moonlight into the room and it complimented the yellow glow of the candle that sat in front of you. The solitary cupcake sat on a plate in front of you – gloating. You quickly blew out the candle protruding from the top and sighed as the wonderful smell of a freshly extinguished candle filled your nose.

Happy Birthday, you thought to yourself.

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Authors Note: First one woo! I think it was a little cheesy in the end but I hope you like it, let me know what you guys think!

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: none

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“Princess”

“What’s a venti?”
You stood in line anxiously. It was much to early for this. The man in front of you was taking forever and your patience was dwindling, you were not a pleasant person before your morning coffee. You wanted to grab a quick coffee and have some time to relax before training started, but it was looking like that wouldn’t be happening so easily today. You waited 5 more minutes until the man finally decided on his order.
“That’ll be $4.35 sir” the barista said
“Oh. I don’t have any bills on me. Would you accept change?”
You groaned internally and prepared to wait another 3 minutes as he scattered his pile of dimes and nickels on the counter.
The chime went off, announcing that someone else had entered the café.
“Is that you Princess? This is surprising, I would have thought you would be talking with the solider or listening to your horrible music”
You turned to the familiar voice with an annoyed expression.
You had known Pietro Maximoff and his sister Wanda for a few months now. You weren’t in the battle of Sokovia and were surprised to come home to see three new faces in the tower. But as long as the recruits were benefitting the team, you did not complain. His sister Wanda proved to be very useful in missions and the Visions android body came in handy as he could go places most humans could not. You liked them both as both colleagues and friends, but you never cared much for Pietro.
“Good morning to you too” you said sarcastically “and country music isn’t horrible, you just haven’t heard enough of it”
“Really? Because every song seems to be about cowboys drinking in trucks hollering to ‘chicks’. I do not see the appeal” he replied with a smirk
“You don’t have to” you said as you checked the situation at the counter. The man in front of you was still counting his coins. “Why are you here Pietro, you don’t even drink coffee” you asked. Pietro looked at you and chuckled “Wanda wants to try one of these..what, express coffees? I am here to get her one” he said with a smile. You nodded passively. Honestly, all you could think about was how close you were to getting your coffee. God, you really wanted your coffee.
“So how are you Princess?” you turned to glare at Pietro. Lately he had been calling you Princess, why? You had no idea. But it was starting to get on your nerves fast.
“Do not call me Princess”
“This bothers you?” He asked with smirk.
Before you had time to respond it was your turn to order, finally. You walked up to the barista happy to both get your coffee and get away from the conversation.
“Hi there, could I have a tall black coffee please” you said with a smile.
“Sure thing sweetheart, that’s $2.15. Name?” The barista asked.
Just then you felt an arm wrap around you “Princess!” Exclaimed Pietro with a playful glint in his eye. The barista wrote your ‘name’ down and went to get your coffee. You turned to Pietro with a glare.
“What’s the matter with you?!” You exclaimed.
He held up his hand in mock surrender, never losing the smile now openly playing across his face. “What? You do not like my nickname for you?” He laughed.
“Tall black coffee for Princess?” You heard the barista call, which only sent Pietro into more fits of laughter.
“It’s not even that funny Pietro” you said as you grabbed your coffee.
Quickly, you hurried out the door towards the tower. Checking your phone, you were already five minutes late.

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You could tell Natasha wasn’t happy with your tardiness, but she never said anything to you as you walked into the training room, half drunken coffee in hand. “Nice of you to show up Y/N” said Steve, you turned and smiled, feeling much more friendly with some caffeine in your system. “Thanks Rogers” you replied. “C'mon, let’s spar” he said.
Steve was one of your best friends on the team and often your training parter. You weren’t strong like him, but you were quick and were excellent with throwing knives, your high skills is what got you on the team after all.
After a good few hours of training you decided to head back to your room to get cleaned up. You hadn’t seen Pietro since the coffee shop and that was fine by you.
Just then you felt a slight breeze behind you.
“Training hard I see”
You turned, apparently you spoke too soon. Turning you head, you saw Pietro leaning up against the wall
His face wasn’t as playful as you were expecting.
“I have a question for you Y/N” he said, his face more serious than you were used to seeing in him. That made you skeptical. Pietro Maximoff was never serious. He was the one always playing around, always strutting that cocky attitude of his, always complaining how the world was too slow for him. But in that moment he wasn’t any of those things. He was still, serious, and even a little bit nervous looking at his posture.
“..What is it” you asked tentatively
He looked you over and smirked a bit.
“I’ve never thought you to be one to get uneasy”
That changed your mood as quick as he said it. “Just get on with it Maximoff”
“I want to know what I’ve done to you” he said seriously. That threw you off a bit, you were not expecting that.
“What do you mean?” You asked
“You are kind to everybody else except me, why? I have done nothing to you.” He said
You took a moment to consider his words.
“I don’t like being called Princess” you said.
He raised his eyebrow “come now, that can’t be the only reason”
You weren’t liking the way this was going, you could feel your control over this conversation slipping fast.
“Why do you care Maximoff? I thought you didn’t care about what anyone thought of you” you said
He rolled his eyes. “You are avoiding my question”.
You took a breath. Nope. Definitely not liking how this was going. “I-I don’t know Pietro. Get off my case” you huffed.
“I was thinking. Maybe we could start over?” He said
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“Well, clearly something went wrong, and since you 'don’t know’ what it is maybe we can make it so it just never happened. Believe it or not I do believe that we could be good friends.” He said confidently
You raised your eyebrow skeptically at him, considering his words. You hate to admit it, especially to somebody like him. But he did have a point, you were colleagues after all. It couldn’t hurt to have a clean slate, especially with how often you see him. No matter how much your pride would forbid it, you considered his offer.
“Alright” you heard yourself say.
Pietro smiled wide, clearly he was anticipating a different answer.
“Great. Well, hello Y/N, I am Pietro” he said as he shook your hand and laid a tiny kiss on it.
You rolled your eyes at him and tried to hide your slight smile at his actions.
“Hello Pietro, I’m Y/N”
You didn’t care for Pietro Maximoff, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as bad as you had thought.

I’ve almost reached 2k followers, like whaaat? Why do you all follow me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m hella appreciative, but like, why? LMAO, I’m sorry, I’ve never been good with things like this, so thank you all, for putting up with my nonsense, and just, following me, I guess– thank you! <3 (also sorry for the shitty edit, im lazy! lmao)

Below are the blogs I appreciate the most on my dash, they’re filled with mutuals, and people I look up to, so I wanna thank y’all for just being amazing people, and bringing nothing but amazingness to my dash!

A - G
accioyoungbae azianatic, bae-ologist, bigbnags, bigbongz, btsboyz, chaegasm, clusterbang, croatoan-the-line, d0nniee, daesungimnida, daesungstrash, daljiyong,gzbae

H - P
hbi-n, ibmariji, imafantasticbaby jiclass, jiyong-oppar, koreanghetto, kwonzz leeleetaichou, leyanana, michigzbmemoriestomelodies, no-8officialyanghyunsuk, oppas-sweatpanda-smack, paperbagperson

Q - Z
ringalinga seungri-yay, seungripls, seungriseyno, shabbitableshovelqueen, strongbaeritabi-dreamer, taedaddyx, thebangisbig  thirstyfortaeyang,  twoneofakind ygbias, ygjunkie youngbaaes youngbaegoon xxxloveee

These people are like life lines tbh, take them from me and I’ll die– notreallybutyouknowwhatimean. Will be under a read more because hella long!

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