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The general nodded in approval. Rhodey was about to follow him to the Humvee when his cell phone rang. […] He answered it with a curt, “Yeah?”

“Well?” That was all Pepper Potts said. “Well?”

“Well… he’s alive. We know that much.”

“Because you didn’t find his body.”

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“Who’s got him, Rhodey? What do they want with him? Ransom? What?”

“We don’t know, Pepper. I wish to God we did, but we don’t. But we have our best people on it. We’ll find him.”

“You’ll find him.” There was distinct bitterness in her voice. “Because we’ve done such a fantastic job finding people hiding in mountains in Afghanistan, haven’t we…”

“Pepper…”

“You were supposed to protect him, dammit! You with all your weapons and security! You were…”

He had never heard her like this. She had never been anything other than in control, on top of everything. Smiling, efficient, nothing ever threw her. To hear her like this tore him up.

He tried to respond, but before he could, Pepper had brought herself under control. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“You don’t have apolo-”

“No. I do.” Her voice had reacquired its detached, businesslike demeanor. […] You’ll keep me apprised.“

"Absolutely. You’ll be the first one to know.” […]

He pocketed his cell phone and wondered, not for the first time, if Tony Stark was aware of just how completely, totally, and madly in love with him Pepper Potts was. For that matter, he wondered if Pepper herself knew.

-Iron Man Movie Novelization | Gif Series

SO FUN THING I NOTICED WHILE RE-WATCHING EPISODE 10

LOOK AT VICTOR BLUSHING RIGHT AFTER PHICHIT CONGRATULATES HIM AND YUURI ON THE WEDDING

AND THEN HE BLUSHES AGAIN RIGHT AFTER HE SAYS THAT IT’S AN ENGAGEMENT RING

THIS IS VICTOR NIKIFOROV, THE MAN WHO HARDLY EVER BLUSHES

EXCEPT APPARENTLY IN SITUATIONS WHEN IT’S MADE CLEAR THAT HE IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH YUURI KATSUKI

BLESS THIS SHOW

anonymous asked:

Au where Yuuri works at a book store and Viktor's a famous writer. Viktor's walking past the store one day and sees Yuuri in the window reading one of his books, so he naturally has to go in and see the beautiful man that's a fan of his work. When Viktor walks inside he starts a conversation about the book and learns that Yuuri's his number one fan and has posters of him all over his walls. Cue Viktor falling madly in love.

I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS AU

How They Feel About PDA (Avengers Preference)

I am the worst! Sorry guys! Between a full course load and two jobs I’m drowning a little, but I still really love you guys!

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Tony Stark:

He loves it (the little shit). He likes to make sure everyone around knows exactly who you’re with. Since you refuse to wear the t-shirt that says “Property of Tony Stark” (even though he wears his “Property of Y/N” all the time) he’s gotta let people know some other way. He doesn’t go so far as to touch you inappropriately (maybe a quick slap or pinch on your “perfect” butt but nothing more than that). Kisses, however, are a different story. Quick pecks in the grocery story line, heated kisses in front of the press, tender kisses in front of the team before they leave on a mission. Tony doesn’t care what others are thinking, he just wants you to know his feelings for you, and the best way to do that is with his lips on yours.

Steve Rogers:

Steve isn’t exactly embarrassed by PDA. Sure it wasn’t highly approved of back in the day, but c’mon he was best friends with THE Bucky Barnes, so he was rather used to PDA. So no, Steve wasn’t embarrassed by PDA, it was more that Steve was surprised someone wanted to display PDA with him. Yeah he was bigger and muscular now, but he still remembered all those dates he had been dragged on where the girl didn’t even bother to learn his name, let alone let the rest of the world know they were together. So when you grab his hand and kiss him in front of everyone like you hope the world is watching he’s shocked, rather than embarrassed, that such an amazing and beautiful girl would care to claim him. 

Bucky Barnes:

While it took him a while to warm back up with the idea (just like with everything else), Bucky was soon back to his charming, PDA loving self. While he loves holding your hand, he prefers to place his hand on the small of you back since you can’t wander as far away. And he loves to drop small kisses to your forehead, temple, of nose when you make him laugh (whether from cracking a joke or because you “just look so cute when you’re frustrated”). He also loves leaning his forehead against yours and gently nudging your nose with his when you’re having hushed discussions in the middle of a crowded room. Bucky loves to feel your skin on his in anyway he can. And while he prefers you not hold his metal hand, it’s mostly because he knows he can protect you better if he has it free. 

Bruce Banner:

Surprisingly Bruce doesn’t mind PDA. While he’s almost never the one to initiate it, he’s not about to pull away when you grab his hand and kiss him in public. He likes the kisses you press to his cheek when he knows you’re being possessive, or the ones you press to his lips when he knows you’re drawing strength from him. And even though he loves the kisses you initiate most, he’s not afraid to initiate a few moments of his own. When he needs calming down you can feel his lips press firmly to your temple, or when he’s feeling particularly protective he’ll wrap you up in his arms shooting glares at anyone who gets too near. 

Clint Barton:

It’s not that Clint doesn’t like PDA, it’s more that Clint is too preoccupied watching the world and dangers around him to do anything more than hold your hand or press a quick kiss to your forehead. When you’re out and about he’s often found looking at the guy acting slightly sketchy across the room rather than looking at the shirt you’re trying to make him get. But it’s fine because as soon as your lips make contact with his and he recovers, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and forgetting about the rest of the world, since his world is wrapped securely in his tight embrace. 

Pietro Maximoff:

Believe it or not, but Pietro actually gets super embarrassed with PDA. Growing up with just him and Wanda, other kids often teased him when he would act sweetly towards his sister. While that never stopped him from caring it has caused him to be slightly more reserved when it came to showing physical affection. It took him a while to get comfortable holding your hand in public (but he eventually got used to it when he realized other guys were staring at what was his, and even though he’s embarrassed by PDA he’s way too possessive to let it slide). But Pietro definitely still blushes when your lips sweep his cheek, and his wide eyes will make a quick sweep of the room to make sure not too many people are watching as he returns the favor.

Thor Odinson:

Thor loves PDA. Too much. It honestly doesn’t matter where you guys are. Whether you’re window shopping in Midtown, or in the middle of SHIELD HQ, he’ll simply sweep you into his arms and kiss you senseless. People have tried to tell him why he isn’t allowed to basically frisk you in front of everyone, but he hasn’t quite gotten it yet. Apparently in Asgard it is a great sign of how successful a King’s reign will be when he loves his Queen enough to show physical affection in public, and he definitely loves his Queen. So while your Midgardian friends may get a little uncomfortable with the way Thor kisses you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive, your Asgardian friends simply cheer at the sign of what surely looks like the greatest reign Asgard will ever see. 

Loki Laufeyson:

Loki kind of hates PDA. He hates looking weak in front of others, and he’ll be honest (with you)- you’re his weakness. So while he’s more than happy to have you stand by his side, he would prefer if you both kept your hands to yourselves until you were in private. The only time his rule wavers is before he goes off to do something stupid and possibly not come back, or after you have done stupid and got hurt. In those few instances he has no qualms about fiercely pressing his lips to yours and letting you feel all of his emotions rolled into that one kiss, no matter who is watching. 

Sam Wilson:

Oh Sam. While he doesn’t like to make out or blatantly show you off in public, he does enjoy small and sweet signs of PDA. He likes to wrap his arms from behind you while you wait in line and hum the jeopardy theme song in your ear. He likes to sneak up behind you while you’re looking at a book and swiftly kiss you on the cheek. He likes to give you eskimo kisses when he knows you’re mad at him. He likes to carry you bridal style to breakfast and to bed when you’re too sleepy to walk and you cuddle into his chest. He loves to show you he loves you in the little things, because he knows that that is what truly matters.

Scott Lang:

Scott is kind of childish in his PDA (like most other things). Think high school boy with his first girlfriend. Heated kisses and some light frisking no matter where you are or who’s watching. His arm’s always around your shoulder to make sure people know you’re his and so he can keep you close. It often makes you roll your eyes because you know he can be sweet and sensitive, but he keeps that to closed doors. He would prefer to make you blush when people find you straddling his lap, or make you laugh when Tony has to loudly clear his throat for the third time because you’re making out in front of his lab… again. It’s what makes Scott, Scott.

T’Challa:

T’Challa is a reserved man. He prefers to keep his private matters private, and that includes you guys’ relationship. So while you guys are out and about the most the paps will ever catch is hand holding or a guiding hand to the small of your back. But that isn’t the full story. Anyone working inside the palace or Avengers HQ will tell you that you two always have skin to skin, but more like lip to lip, contact. The servants and fellow Avengers have seen it all. From T’Challa randomly pushing you up against a wall to “suck your face off”, to him pulling you in for a close dance as he presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes as he hums your favorite song to you. T’Challa is a reserved and private man, but still a man who is deeply and madly in love. 

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Again I’m so sorry guys! I hope this is okay! I didn’t have time to edit because I’m just trying to get it out there for you guys, but I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it! (Also there are over 2000 of you?! WHAT?! Love you all dearly!)

the thing is lucius hardly knows ed. and yet he tried to reach out to him. when he first realised that ed was the one behind this, he called him “nygma”, to himself. but when he saw ed face to face, and saw how lost and confused ed was, he called him “ed”.

he stayed calm and rational in the face of ed’s mania, and he clearly pitied ed, and wanted to help him. even after ed tried to kill him, even after ed threatened bruce and harvey, even while ed had a gun on him, lucius stayed levelheaded and reasonable, and kept trying to reach him. because he could see how much ed needed an anchor, someone to help him.

in 2.21, ethel peabody asked lucius if he had much training in mental health, and he said “none. none at all.” but he didn’t need any training to see that ed was hurt, and confused, and unravelling. and he didn’t need any training to reach out to ed, and try to convince him to get the help he so obviously needs.

Bunny (M) | MYG

PLAYBOY MANSION AU.

When you were offered to spend your life in a mansion with one of the most richest men in the world, Min Yoongi, to be a “sex slave”, you didn’t expect that accepting his offer would reveal a whole new world you didn’t know about.

WARNINGS: Smut & mentions of drugs and alcohol.

PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Min Yoongi.

Fuck, you despised how his name made your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t describe. You hated that as soon as his name rolled off somebody’s tongue, you felt like you were melting to the ground. But by far, you hated when other women talked about their sexual encounters with Yoongi. It sparked a flame inside of you that you couldn’t burn out, no matter how hard you tried.

You gripped the bottle of wine in your hands, which once stood in front of you, and debated whether to drink the alcoholic beverage, or to not. You craved every drop of wine contained in the small glass bottle, knowing that with every sip you would take, would drown the pain you felt away.

All you could think about was how you were not in control of your own life.

Every action you took would no doubt be controlled by Yoongi’s orders, but even so, you couldn’t help but fall madly in love with him. God, you were completely head over heels for him, like most of the women in this room with you tonight.

Yes, you were not completely alone.

You sat by yourself as tons of women partied around you, until they would pass out, from either being too drunk, or from being insanely high on drugs.

The sad thing was, you lived with these women. You lived in the same mansion with them 24/7, and you were sick of it.

But you didn’t just live with women. You also lived with the man you were crazy for.

It was wrong to adore Min Yoongi in the way you did. Yoongi used women for their bodies, and you were one of those women. Yoongi touched other people in ways he touched you, and the very thought of it made you sick.

“Hey, you gonna drink that?” Someone asked you.

You turned around to see who the voice belonged to, only to be met with a stranger you had never seen around the mansion before. ‘She must be new..’ You thought. She gestured towards the wine bottle you held in your hands, and you hesitated for a moment before replying.

“Uh.. No, you can have it.” You said, handing her the bottle.

It hurt you that Yoongi still brought in new people to live in the mansion. More people meant more people for Yoongi to fuck around with. You sighed as your thoughts consumed your brain, only dragging you further into the deep, dark abyss of sadness. You wondered if Yoongi had forgotten about you. I mean, it had been a while since Yoongi last fucked you.

Well, hell, it had been a while since you last saw Yoongi at all.

You figured you shouldn’t dwell on it too much because you could feel yourself becoming a complete mess already. You contemplated heading straight to your bedroom earlier, but if Yoongi found out you had ditched your “girlfriends” at the party, he would of punished you.

You stared down at your hands, realising you probably looked like a complete and utter idiot on your own.

I mean, it was even to the point where you didn’t even want to move anymore, and just stay frozen to your spot. It was like you were thinking in a movie - if you don’t move, they won’t see you.

 “Hm, if it isn’t my favourite bunny.” A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

You looked to your right to see him, in the flesh - Min fucking Yoongi. You wanted to throw your arms around him, and tell him you missed him, but he seemed to have beat you to it. Well, apart from him throwing his arms around you.

“I’ve missed you, bunny. It’s been too long.”

You blushed. “Where have you been?”

You regretted your question immediately, hoping he wouldn’t mention anything about him being too occupied with other women. Yoongi smiled at your curiosity.

“I’ve been busy with work.” He simply replied. You looked at him quizzically.

He worked?

It was as if Yoongi had read your mind, as he let out a deep chuckle. ”What? You think because I’m rich, I just laze around?”

Your eyes widened. “No! I didn’t mean it like-”

“Hush, Princess, I’m just kidding.”

There was a comfortable silence that settled between the both of you. You both just gazed into each others eyes with smiles that graced your faces. You loved the smile Yoongi would give you. It was always so genuine.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Yoongi asked.

You laughed in your head at him. Yoongi would always subtly ask you for sex, because he didn’t want to flat out command you to fuck him. Although Yoongi had rules, he didn’t like to force anyone into sex. Yoongi always asked for consent.

“Sure.” You agreed to his offer, already getting excited for what was about to come. You had been waiting for this moment to come around yet again for so long.


“I wasn’t lying, you know..” Yoongi started as he forcefully pushed you onto the bed, causing you to fall backwards. You stared up at him with lustful eyes. “You really are my favourite.” He grinned down at you, admiring how you looked beneath him. “You’re my good Bunny. You’re always on your best behaviour for me, aren’t you?”

You smiled innocently. “Of course, Daddy.”

Yoongi unbuttoned his white shirt, exposing his torso and my, my, this was the sight you had longed for, for a while. At this point, you didn’t care that Yoongi used you for meaningless sex. You needed Yoongi. You were far too invested in waiting for Yoongi to fill you up with his length to worry about the whole situation being dead wrong. Having sex with him only lead you on further.

“I’ve been thinking about you wrapped around me for too long now.” Yoongi admitted. “I bet you’re going to feel so tight around Daddy’s cock.”

Yoongi’s dirty talk was always so sinful, especially as his voice was so incredibly deep. You could already feel yourself soaking straight through your underwear, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. You let out a shaky breath, notifying Yoongi that his voice had effected you.

“Please, Yoongi.. “ You whispered softly. “I need you to fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.” Your pleads only turned Yoongi on even further, but he knew he couldn’t give you exactly what you wanted just yet. He leaned over your body, settling himself between your thighs and grinding himself against your clothed heat. You gasped at the friction, throwing your head back and letting out a small whimper. 

“You need to be patient. Does Daddy need to remind you of the rules again, sweetheart?” 

Of course, you knew every single rule off by heart. You had lived in Min Yoongi’s mansion for almost a year. You lived by his rules every single day, and you never dared to break them.

“N-No, Daddy.” You tugged at your bottom lip, knowing that when you did that, it drove Yoongi absolutely insane. At your action, it caused Yoongi to press his lips against yours, spreading a new warmth through your body. The tingling sensation brought a smile to your lips, which Yoongi had taken a notice to. He pulled away from the passionate kiss you both shared, and your now swollen lips were only yearning for his touch yet again. You couldn’t help yourself but reach out to let your hands roam his naked chest, your finger tips lightly pressing against his stomach.

Yoongi pulled your hands slowly away from his chest and pushed them up, your upper arms by either side of your head. He pulled off your top, licking his lips as his gaze trailed down your chest. 

“Mm, you’re so perfect, Bunny.” Yoongi mumbled, burying his head into the side of your neck. Your breath hitched as he sucked at your sensitive skin, your hands instinctively yanking on Yoongi’s soft, black locks. 

“Y-Yoongi..” You moaned out. 

Your eyes widened as your mind processed what you just called him. You were meant to call him Daddy during sexual intercourse, and strictly not by anything else.

But, surprisingly, Yoongi didn’t say anything of it. You thought that maybe he just didn’t notice.

His hands fumbled down to the button of your jeans, undoing them while he still continued to leave hickeys on your neck, marking you as his property. 

It wasn’t long before your clothes were completely removed, and Yoongi stood up, staring down at your body, marvelling the sight of you. 

He wasn’t usually like this.

Yoongi would just rough fuck you, as quickly as he could, like he did with the other women he used, and then tell you to get out of his bedroom after he got what he wanted. But, Yoongi was taking his time with you. He wanted to make you feel good. And for the first time in his life, he didn’t care about how he felt whatsoever. His goal was to please you.

Once he soon slipped his length between your soaking wet folds, ever so slowly, you let out a whine. He was being extremely careful with you, practically treating you like you were a precious china doll, as if the slightest movement would make you break. Yoongi muttered out a “fuck”, realising even more than he had before that you felt incredible around him. He preferred how you felt to other women. You were always so tight for him and he loved it.

Yoongi pulled himself out from your entrance, only to gradually ease himself back in again. You let out a groan in desperation.

“Please.. Faster.”

Yoongi smirked. A part of him wanted to wreck you, and thrust himself in and out of you like no tomorrow, but another part of him just wanted to slow fuck you. He wanted to last as long as he could. Yoongi could see how desperate you were for him to quicken up his pace, and he just couldn’t bring himself to ignore your begs once again. 

Yoongi slammed himself more roughly into you, wanting to reach as deep inside of you as he could. Yoongi tightly held onto your thighs, throwing his head back as he let himself indulge in the pleasure he felt.

“Daddy!” You yelled, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. You felt yourself trembling, knowing that at any moment you would be clenching around Yoongi’s cock, cumming all over him. Your heart raced, each thrust Yoongi took bringing you closer and closer to your climax. 

“S-say my name, Bunny.” Yoongi ordered.

You yelled out Yoongi’s name as loudly as you could. You liked calling Yoongi ‘Daddy’, but to be given the freedom to finally say his real name added to your exhilaration.

“That’s it, Bunny. I want you to scream my name so the sluts downstairs can hear how good I make you feel.”

And there it was.

Yoongi’s words alone made you cum. You cried his name as you came, Yoongi still snapping his hips into you. Soon, his hips stuttered, and that was when you could tell he was about to release.

“Fuck!” Yoongi cursed as he reached his high. You watched as Yoongi slowed his movements, your body twitching from immense pleasure. He collapsed by the side of you, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. Strands of his hair clung to his skin, and you treasured the sight of him while you could.

You had expected Yoongi to tell you to leave his room right away, but to your surprise, Yoongi embraced you into a hug and held you close against him. You wasn’t used to him being affectionate but you sure as hell rathered the way he was acting right in this moment. Your mind wandered a little, pondering why on earth Yoongi was holding you securely in his arms, however, you were not complaining. You wished you could just lie with him forever.

“I love you.” You whispered. At first, you didn’t know if you said the words aloud or not, fooling yourself that maybe you didn’t actually say such a thing in front of him. Before you entered Yoongi’s mansion to become one of his “sex slave’s”, he specifically told you that you were not allowed to grow any romantic feelings for him because he didn’t want to have to deal with being in a relationship. He wasn’t ready for that type of commitment. 

But the way Yoongi looked at you had confirmed the fact that you did say those three words aloud, and your heart pounded, knocking against your ribs. Yoongi stared at you, for what felt like hours, but in reality, was only for a minute, before he opened his mouth to reply.

“I love you too.”

pretty girl ✧ peter parker

summary : peter parker may be a bumbling wreck around you most of the time, but when it comes down to it, his ability to shower you in his affections is unparalleled. 

wc : 1.6k

author’s note : i took part of @iusethistoreadfanfics aka liz aka the sweetest person ever’s request and an anon’s request for a pretty boy part two and turned it into this :) can be read separately it’s not a /direct/ sequel. 

   There was a moment, when you and Peter were at a standstill between not quite dating yet not quite just friends, when he understood with the entirety of his heart that simply calling you his best friend was not enough, nor would it ever be. He remembers the way he does every memory that involves you; as if he were stepping back in time and reliving it, clear as day, still so fresh in his mind that it could have happened just twenty four hours ago. 

   It was still the summertime when it happened, albeit one week shy of September and two weeks until the start of tenth grade for the two of you. Nevertheless, it was August, and school had been the furthest thing from your mind when you had begged Peter to accompany you to the beach, just an hour’s ride on the train from his apartment to the Rockaways. He had argued that it was more September than August at this point, that the ride would take forever, but you had insisted and because it was you and he was just another lovestruck boy with an affinity for making you smile, he agreed. He hadn’t gone with the intention of actually basking in the sunlight or standing at the edge of the water the way he knew you would, he just enjoyed your company. Then, he saw you standing there on the sand, staring out into the ocean in a pensive sort of way, and maybe it was the way the summer sunshine was illuminating you in an odd sort of way, but he knew he was in love in that simple moment. In love with the little freckles that spotted across your shoulders and the huggable way your body had been shaped and in love with the everything and anything about you. He had been well aware of the strange limbo you were both in- acknowledged feelings for each other hanging there but neither of you making a move to shift the balance in favor of a romantic relationship. 

   He was floored, to say the least. He barely blinked when you looked back at him, smiling brightly at him. “What are you looking at it?” You had said, standing next to him. He raised a hand to trace over the little stars, the freckles, on your shoulder with his finger, an unabashed grin beginning to make its way across his face. You knew what he was he looking at, and he didn’t want to be embarrassed when he told you. 

    “You,” he had breathed, an ever dreamy sigh. “Always you.” 

     Pretending not to be as shy as you were quickly becoming underneath his intent gaze, you looked down at his hand, still sitting at your shoulder before dropping awkwardly to his side. You met his eyes again, and his cheeks were burning bright red despite the confidence he had found within himself. He was still the dorky, easily flustered Peter underneath it all. He just wanted to be capable of giving you a compliment without stumbling over his own words. “Why’s that? I know I need to start doing crunches again but-” 

   “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Without saying much else for fear of not being able to coherently explain how utterly stunning he found you, he took your hand in his and pulled you over to the water. You two sat down there, and he had wrapped his arm around you hesitantly, but it wasn’t in the friendly way he had done it all those years, and you both knew it. Peter leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.” You nodded, turning your head to the side so you were face to face with him, your hand slipping under his jaw. “What do you think, pretty girl?” 

   It was the first time he had called you that, though it wouldn’t be the last, and you had known it from the second his eyes lit up at the way you had ducked your head to hide the shy grin on your lips and the pink blotches on your cheeks. His smile was dazzling before he kissed you, and yeah, maybe you loved dorky Peter, but the confidence was ever so endearing as well. 

    Every part of Peter was impossible not to love. Even the parts of him that lived to embarrass you endlessly. 

    He took pride in being the sole resident of your heart, and because of this fact, he was the only person to ever be capable of making you blush like he’s never seen. Of course, he was the champion of being blushing like mad after receiving a compliment, but sometimes, you had to relinquish your control and just let the boy call you every term of endearment under the sun and watch as his sweet smile shined for you alone. 

   Pretty girl was your weakness. It was the weak in the knees, flustered grin, shying away sort of weakness. The sort of thing that made you hide your face from him only to have your hands grabbed and pressed against his cheeks as he waited for you to look up at him again.  

   Naturally, he tried to say it as often as possible. 

   “Psstt, pretty girl,” he kept his voice at a whisper, "D’you have the geometry notes for today? Think I lost mine.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling when he saw you sink low in your chair in English class, staring down at your book. 

  “No.” You rested your elbow on the table, your cheek in your hand to hide most of the blush. “You have the notes. I saw you give them to Michelle. I need to get back to reading.” He nodded, plopping his own novel on his desk and propping it open, pretending to be reading when in reality he kept glancing back up at you. “What?” 

   “Nothing, nothing at all, pretty girl.” He laughed to himself as you placed your head on the table, and he laughed all the way to lunchtime as you blatantly tried not to look at him. Peter Parker is, however, unavoidable, no matter how hard you attempt to ignore his advances and happy little smiles when he catches you still all flushed pink from an earlier encounter, and in his head, he compares it to the blush of a rose petal. 

   After school, he meets you in front of your locker, leaning against the one next to yours like a dork and wiggling his eyebrows at you when you finally slam your door shut. “You’re coming over, right? You’re not too upset with me for making you all blushy and cute today in class? ‘Cause, like, really Y/N, if you were me, it would’ve been totally worth it. You were adorable.” Because it’s Peter, you can never be mad for too long, so you shake your head no and slip your hand in his. “Okay good, I wanted to get ya something.”  

    His surprise gift his a bouquet of pink roses that he says reminded him of you the moment they caught his eye early this morning, and he presents them with a long winded explanation of why to him, they were you. He watches your eyes crinkle at the corners, your hand squeezing his as your other hand takes the flowers from him. “Thank you, Peter. They’re- they’re very pretty.” 

   He shrugged, trying to play it off cooly even though inside he was utterly ecstatic that you had appreciated the flowers. He wasn’t always sure that he was getting this whole boyfriend thing down. “Pretty flowers, my pretty girl, no big deal.” But it was, at least to you. He holds your hand all the way to his apartment, enjoying the sunny glow on your cheeks that makes his own face burn in the best way. 

   May reminds you both to keep the door open when you get to his apartment, just because she’s the aunt and she has to remind Peter of those sorts of things, but neither of you mind. 

   He puts on his playlist for you when you drop your bag on his bed, motioning for him to come over and sit with you as Hearts Don’t Break Around Here softly fills the small room. Peter places his arm around you, the way he did three months ago at the beach for the first time when your feelings were new and wild and rushed. He starts singing quietly, always so shy about his voice even though he knows it’s your favorite thing to listen to. You can almost feel yourself falling asleep against him, but he shakes you gently to make sure you’re awake when he murmurs the next few lines. “Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love, aren’t we?” He lets Ed take over the remainder of the song as he looks down at you, and it’s a look that any girl or boy would fall for in a heartbeat. “We are, right? In love?” 

   “So in love,” you reply, kissing him soft as ever. Gentle. 

    “Good,” he whispered, his hand trailing over your face. “Sometimes I- I have to double check. Just make sure that I’m not… like, dreaming, or something. That I’m not driving you away with complimenting you so much, ‘cause I know you hate when you blush but I just can’t resist. You’re my sweet girl, my pretty girl. I need to tell you. Is that okay?” He’s got that nervous expression on his face again, so to put his mind at ease, you pull him against you again. 

    “Peter, that’s okay. As long as it’s you, it’ll be okay.” He relaxes under your careful touch, practically melting against you until you smirk a little and say, “I’ve got more of the power anyway, pretty boy.” And suddenly a red face Peter Parker is pulling away from you, furiously blushing and cursing the day he ever decided he was going to fall madly in love with you, except not really, because it was arguably the best day of his life.   

    The cycle then repeats. 

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accioboywholived  asked:

Do you have any fics where draco leaves the dark side for one reason or another and develops feelings for harry? Preferably in the medium-long range

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Drarry Recs: Draco Changes Sides

Allegiance and Sedition by SilentAuror  - NC-17, 98.5k - The war is in its fifth year, and Harry finds himself caught up in the confusion of friend versus enemy, spy versus traitor.

And I Know the Spark by firethesound - NC-17, 15.5k - All Draco cares about is keeping Potter alive, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens. 

For All That Ails You by Frayach - NC-17, 17k - Voldemort forces Draco to drink a love potion so that he’ll fall in love with Harry, and he does - madly.  But then Harry does too.  When Hermione finds an antidote for the love potion, neither knows who loves who.  But then along comes the anonymous poetry contest to save the day.

Brave New World by SilentAuror - NC-17, 22.5k - The first post-war Christmas is coming to Grimmauld Place. As the Order of the Phoenix ponders its future, Harry sorts through a maze of war records and quickly begins to see that not everything is as it should be..

Kailash, When it Rises by Mirabella - PG, 3.5k - Harry can’t sleep.

No Quiet Find by distempered/blithelybonney - NC-17, 10k - War makes a man tired…some more than most. Draco needs rest.

Not Through With You by dark0feenix - NC-17, 11k - Draco doesn’t remember, and Harry doesn’t let him forget.

Noticed Him Fading by marksykins - NC-17, 3.5k - Draco hates France, the Ministry, owls, and Harry Potter.

Paris by abbycadabra - R, 9k - “So you want us to keep running?  To run and hide?  Until when, Malfoy?  Until they win or lose?  Forever?”

Starts with a Spin by Maxine - M, 120k - It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.

A Thousand Beautiful Things by Duinn Fionn - R, 11k - Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend. (with sequel Delicate Sound of Thunder)

Under the Cold, Wan Moon by slytherincess - NC-17, 38.5k - He does not seek war, but when attacked he knows better how to die than surrender.

Walking the Line by SilentAuror - NC-17, 180.5k - Sixth year is over and Draco Malfoy is on the run. The war is on and an unwanted assignment is forced upon him by the only people he trusts - and a one-time arch-enemy just may be out to kill him.

Jon "sweet" Snow

We all know that, Jon, is a sweet ball of fluff. So I’m just sitting here wondering, if he’s soooo in love with Miss D., where the hell is the sweetness and the tenderness he’s shown Sansa for the past 2 seasons? Where is the sweetness and tenderness and closeness with Miss D.?

NOWHERE to be bloody seen.

All of Sansa’s and Jon’s scenes, some of them even when they’re apart, had romantic tropes in them, all of them, so if Miss D. and Jon are supposed to be this big romance, where the hell are the romantic tropes, did they happen off screen, or something? 🤷‍♀️😂

They could’ve had Jon compliment Miss D’s dress, since she changed outfits pretty much every episode, but nope, they could’ve showed him jealous of Jorah, and possessive towards Miss D., but nope they didn’t, he didn’t laugh with Miss D., not even ONCE, he’s not triggered and is totally unbothered by Miss D. hugging Jorah, same thing when Jorah kissing her hands, like he is bothered by every man who mentions Sansa, they don’t even need to touch her, just say her name, and he goes in angry kitten mode, but for Miss D. who he is supposedly MADLY in love with, NOTHING. They could’ve had Miss D. give him/offer him a lighter cloak, since his furr one, from Sansa, is clearly way too heavy for Dragonstone, they could’ve shown him ditching Sansa’s cloak for the one Miss D. had given him but nope, they could’ve brought Miss D. up, in the conversation between Jon and Jorah in the wight hunt, but NOPE.

So many missed opportunities, I wonder why 🤔🙃

I asked a friend who doesn’t ship neither Jonsa nor J*nerys, and they said this:

 “The way they shot Jon’s and Sansa’s scenes, the sweet moments, the dialogue, the awkwardness between them, I can see why you ship them, I must admit they are, really cute together. (He ships Arya with Gendry and Brienne and Jaimie, thos are his only ships on GoT, the other ships are just meh to him 🙈🤷‍♀️😂)

Jon and Miss D. on the other hand? Dragonstone has been boring af, the scenes between J and D were pretty bland and dull, if you ask me. IF, I had to choose between the two ships, I’d definitely choose Jonsa, because the dynamic between them is amazing, they have a strong foundation, they have a strong bond, and they are happy around eachother, whilst Jon looked miserable in Dragonstone, and around Dany, who kept shoving “Bend the knee” down his throat at any chance, and he couldn’t wait to leave in episode 5.

Their scenes were boring and just, off, if they meant to show them fall in love, they failed miserably, they did such a great job with Jon abd Sansa, and I don’t even know if they mean to have them end up together, but Jon and Miss D. as a couple, have no depth at all, because the communication, at least to me seemed one sided. They should’ve shot their scenes, the same way they shot Jon’s and Sansa’s, had they done that, they might’ve convinced me, because I’m just not feeling it, at all. I still don’t ship neither, but yeah, Jonsa would be my choice, Jon and Miss D. feel way too forced, sudden and way too rushed, on Jon’s part at least, and that’s all I have to say about this.” 

100% agree with what he said. 👌🙃

Below I’ll list a few quotes and a few scenes, which should not have been in the show, if D&D meant to make us believe their relationship was platonic, and was meant to stay that way.

“New dress? […] Yeah, it’s… I like the wolf bit” 

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“I will never let him TOUCH you again, I’ll protect you, I promise.” 

“If I fall don’t bring me back.” (couldnt find a gif for this one sorry) which translates to, she’s the one who gave me purpose again, she’s the one I’m fighting for, I don’t want to come back into a world, where she is gone, where she killed herself, because I couldn’t keep her safe, because I lost, because I failed her. Let me stay dead, I couldn’t live with myself. 😢 And if, that, is not REAL, powerful LOVE, then I don’t know what is.

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Dinner

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request:

How about a Whacky Bucky x F!Reader chatroom? Bucky and Y/N have been secretly dating from the team, but when they try setting up Y/N with someone, will Bucky explode or keep it cool? Then when the couple spills the beans Tony and Clint get protectiv            


Bucky has created a chatroom: stevie i know u want to join but don’t. we are already in another chat there is no need for u to join this one too k thank

Bucky has added Y/N.

You: Are you even trying, Barnes?

Bucky: What? He won’t join.

You: He is most definitely going to join.

Bucky: No, he won’t. Trust me, love.

You: Yes, he will. If he wasn’t already suspicious he is now.

Bucky: Don’t worry, I have him distracted with cute puppy pictures in our other chat.

You: I want to be apart of that chat.

Bucky: So, I was thinking, dinner at your place, or mine? Or do you want to go out?

You: Out. I do not want to explain to Nat why you were hiding in my bathroom again, or have to hide every time Steve randomly shows up at your place.

Steve has joined the chat.

Y/N has cleared the chat.

Bucky has cleared the chat.

Steve: Why did you clear the chat? I don’t mind, really. You don’t have to hide. It’s okay. Just tell me the truth.

You: Really, Steve? You mean that?

Steve: Yeah. It does hurt, though. Finding out your friends are making plans BEHIND YOUR BACK BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANT YOU TO JOIN THEM YOU SNAKES

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I am over Daenerys Targaryen.

Do D&D really think I want to watch Dany ‘enchant’ every man she meets, so much so that they all fall madly in love with her? So much so that they do all the work for her (Daario and Jorah and Tyrion for example) and make choices that are completely contradictory to their character (eg JON SNOW GIVING UP THE NORTH wth) while she sits on her dragons and makes dictatorial speeches and burns people alive? They have completely butchered Jon’s character this season just to further Dany’s plot and the epic romance that is Jonerys.

Giving up the North? There is no way in hell Jon would have made that choice. He almost forsook the Watch to join Robb when he marched south. He loves his family and he would never ever betray Robb’s memory like this. And the lords in the North crowned him king, they didn’t crown some self-entitled brat who doesn’t know anything about Westerosi history or customs (nor does she even want to know, unless it was about the ever-so-peaceful Targaryen rule). Jon knows this, knows that they would never bow to Dany. The North wants their independence, they want a Stark on the throne, and all for good reason. So why did the writers think it was okay to have Jon ‘bend the knee/swear fealty’ to Dany? Even if I accept that Jon has fallen in love with Dany, there is no way he would give up the North. Jon may suffer the agony of torn loyalties, but we all know he is too much like Ned, that he will still make the right choice (which in this case is not giving up the North). Dany already said she would help, Jon didn’t have to bend the knee. But, of course, it was ever so romantic to have Jon swear to serve her.

But, let’s not focus on Jon’s out-of-character behaviour. Dany has been doing a whole lot of tyrannical things herself. She burned the Lannister army, even though they were not attacking her. Cue Dany stans yelling ‘BUT IT’S WAR!’ Okay, I get it, it’s war you might have to do some questionable things. But Dany attacked with a horde of Dothraki, outnumbering the Lannister army ten to one (I kid you not, the Lannisters had 10,000 soldiers while Dany had 100,000 Dothraki screamers and Drogon) Bringing the Dothraki would already secure her victory, and it would have been a more honourable way to fight another army. Bringing a dragon into the scene, however, and using said dragon as a weapon of mass destruction is not honourable in the slightest. The Lannister soldiers never even got to swing their swords, they didn’t get to go down in a fight. Because Daenerys Targaryen stole that right from them. It doesn’t matter that they were fighting for the enemy, they still deserve to die in a fight.

And then Randyll and Dickon Tarly. Dany ‘breaker of chains’ Targaryen who proclaims herself a humanitarian saviour of the weak, burned them alive because they stood by what they believed in. Even if someone disagrees with me, I can respect it when a person is firm in their beliefs. Again, I can already hear Dany stans shouting ‘BUT IT’S WAR!’ So I’ll humour them. This is war, she can’t send them to the Wall (she didn’t even consider this, she was all set to burn them before Tyrion interrupted) and she doesn’t want to take prisoners. Not because of any limitation, but because she gave them a choice: ‘Bend the knee or die.’ Did you know that killing prisoners of war is considered a war crime? Shocking, I know. How can perfect, kind Dany of all people commit a war crime? Well, hate to break it to you, but she did.

Ignoring that, if Dany wanted to kill those who refused to bow to her, could she not have her Dothraki behead them? It’s not that hard is it? But no, she decides to burn them. I think that over the course of the show, people have become somewhat desensitised to the gravity of burning people alive. It is a slow excruciating death sentence, it is despicable and should never be used. But Dany has been burning people alive all over the place whenever they spark her quick-temper. And she does it for no reason other than that she can. In her mind, she has dragons, she wants to kill people, so why not have her dragons kill them for her? It establishes her ‘power’ over these destructive creatures, so that she can rule over the people by inspiring fear in them. (Although let’s be real, Dany can’t control them, dragons don’t know the difference between what’s theirs and what isn’t) To quote Ned Stark ‘the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword’. Dany has never taken ownership over the lives she has taken, because it is her dragons who do the dirty work. 

Basically what I’m trying to say is that Danielle is both a Mary Sue (because all men have to fall for her, she has special magic powers and dragons) and an Aerys 2.0 (’burn them all’ / ‘bend the knee or die’) rolled into a pretty little package. 

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Pre-modern era, the word virgin meant “an unmarried young woman” not “untainted by carnal pleasure plucked and poisoned by the apple and the snake”. An eternally “Virgin goddess” just means a goddess who didn’t revolve her life around men and consciously objected to marrying men. There’s even reason to interpret the Virgin Mary as not her never having sex, but, rather, her not yet being married to Joseph, since there are problems with translation from the Hebrew.

Anyways, knowing the actual meaning of virgin as it would have meant to the Greeks, you can interpret Artemis either as bisexual or as a lesbian. I choose to interpret her as a lesbian and take her “feelings” for Orion as her misinterpreting the feeling of being fully understood by another person as romantic love, or misinterpreting strong platonic feelings as romantic love. Her feelings for Britomartis, however, have been described as her being madly in love, as well as continually pursuing her.

If you’re really, really desperate for a potentially aroace Greek goddess, try Hestia, goddess of the hearth. She refused to marry two gods, and is never shown to have more than platonic feelings for anyone, man or woman, as well as begging Zeus to allow her to never marry or enter a relationship.

the signs as important moments in great comet

aries: THE MOOOOOOOOOOOON

taurus: SuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUnday morning, TIMEFORCHURCH!

gemini: sAyS tHe mEaN oLd mAn iN hIs uNdErtHiNgS

cancer: natasha and ANATOLE KURAGIN!!!!!! wHAT?!

leo: oooOOOOoOh, this is horribly stupid

virgo: wEEEEEELCOME, wELCOME TO MOSCOW! scrUfFy, aNd cOzY, LiKe aN oLd dResSiNg gOwN

libra: my brother is quite madly in love. he is qUiTe mAdLy iN LoVe wItH yOu mY dEaR, ooOoOOOOHOH OHOOOOOOH OH HOW SHE BLUSHES HOW SHE BLUSHES MY PRETTY

scorpio: so eAsY tO cLoSe ofF, pLaCe tHe bLaMe oUtSiDe. hIdInG iN mY rOoM aT nIgHt sO tErRiFiEd. aLL tHe tHiNgS i cOuLd’Ve bEeN, bUt i nEvEr hAd tHe nErVe. LIFE AND LOVE I D O N T D E S E R V E

saggitarius: now you listen to me when i speak to you, NOW YOU L I S T E N T O M E W H E N I S P E A K T O Y O U, in MY house, in MY HOUSE, DO YOU HEAR WHAT IM SAYING OR NOT?

capricorn: everyone raise a glass, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

aquarius: I WILL LOOOOOOOVE YOU, ANATOLE! I’LL DO ANYYYYYTHIIIIIING FOR YOU

pisces: fOR PETERSBUUUUUUUUUUUURG

[Meet Snowdrop and Fuckface! (No really. That’s their name. I know, hard to believe I mean, who would choose a name like Snowdrop!?) Pennywise couldn’t stand these two, so he kicked them out of Derry, and now they roam the world’s trash heaps and gutters, leaving in their wake a lot of chaos and bad memes.

Snowdrop is a typical man-eating Columbina with a passion for pretty flowers, shiny crystals and tearing faces off with their teeth writing! Never without their quill pen (except for in this picture), they enjoy writing about their adventures. They’re sweet, charming, and completely incapable of holding a conversation if there’s something shiny around. Snowdrop picks pockets to feed their perpetual pocky and crystal habit. They never remove their shoes. Ever. They might not even actually have feet. They’re madly in love with Fuckface, but Fuckface is too into their vinyl records and trying to drink rain directly from the sky as it falls to notice. Their diet is comprised of a myriad of sweets and envy. Don’t let them know candy corn is gross - you’ll lose a limb. Tiny. Very Tiny.

Fuckface got lost on his way to Hell the Standpipe, where he found himself in a real mess after entering a coffee shop and refusing to leave for 17 hours. Snowdrop, disturbed by his loud talking and constant use of the word “radical” finally set her books down and made her way across the street from the sewer to see just what was going on. She lets him “tag along” with her now, despite his infatuation with Malcolm McDowell and the grody Nirvana shirt he sleeps with like a teddy bear. He subsists on a diet of loathing and mashed potatoes.

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Sound the Alarms: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader ~ Jungkook | Seulgi
Description: You were in love with Jeon Jungkook since you were 14, but made the mistake of introducing him to your best friend at 16. Now you’ve slept with him at 19, and it appears that fate isn’t done screwing you over when it comes to your two best friends.
Warning: Hella Angst, Blowjob, Intercourse, Oral, Fingering, Cheating, Dirty Talk, Slight Cumplay?
Word Count: 5,041

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Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

When They Realized They Loved You

Bucky: He was at one of his weakest moments, having just woken up from a nightmare with an earth shattering yell. Within moments you were there in his doorway, asking if you could come in. Keep in mind, the two of you had just become acquaintances since he moved into the Avengers Compound. So you were cautious as you approached, Bucky’s chest was still heaving up and down and glittering with sweat. Despite his horrid appearance, you still kneeled down next to his bed and put your face close to his. You put your hands on both of his cheeks, brushing away the tears as well. After having a few moments of just reminding him of where he was, and who he really was, the shaking subsided and he finally looked into your eyes. Bucky knew in that moment that he found his true love.

Steve: Everyone treated him like he was some kind of lab rat that needed to be handled with extreme caution, or else he would shatter like a vase. But then you came along, fresh out of agent training and ready to take on the world. Tony lassoed your raw talent and energy, and brought you along an Avengers mission as soon as he possibly could. Once the team hit the ground in Russia, everyone realized how severely outnumbered you all were. Instead of wasting a second, you assumed second in command and got everyone out of their trances and into the battle. This included giving a pep talk to Steve that made him realize how much he could really get done on these missions. Just having you stand there, and whip him into shape was enough to really see that you knew what he was truly capable of as Steve, and not just “Captain America”. Steve understood then that you were the one for him, forever and always.

Natasha: There was nothing worse than the new cocky agents, and of course Tony managed to always assign them to Natasha. The two of you were quite the dynamic duo when it came to agent training, everyone knew that when Nat was near; you were too. So the idiot agent who tried to talk shit about Natasha’s past while doing exercises in the corner should’ve known you were near, since she was on the other side of the gym. But he continued to talk until you quickly silenced him by flipping him over and pinning him to the ground with your foot on his throat. After a few threats that could’ve gotten you arrested anywhere in the world, Natasha was behind you softly laughing and grabbing your elbow to pull you off the kid. Later that night when you finally told her what really happened, it was like she dropped the facade of being apathetic and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. No one had ever defended her like that, and Natasha felt in her heart that she had finally found her true love.

Sam: Having a good spotify playlist going on the speakers was a must in Sam’s house, and you were there to enjoy it all the time. Good thing you and Sam shared music taste, so you spent most of your time dancing around while doing little domestic things around the house. One particular Tuesday night, Sam had been on a mission so you knew you were good to put on your music while you cooked. No pants, hair down, singing at the top of your lungs was the picture that Sam walked in on. For a moment, he fell silent, in awe at your raw beauty in those few fleeting moments in front of him. As you turned around, you met eyes with Sam. All his mind was on was kissing you, and he put his plan into action. The amount of love he had for you had finally dawned on him and he was ready to accept it in his heart.

Clint: Being an avenger warrants a lot of bodily damage, so he always shows up on your doorstep late at night in hopes of you being awake. Patching him up became a regular thing when you met him from being an agent on one of their missions, but this time he seemed to be at his worst. Clint had not one, not two, but three bullet wounds in his stomach. It was a miracle he didn’t bleed out on the walk over to your apartment. As you were going to work on him, you realized how quiet he had been which made your heart sink. But lo and behold, he was only taking in your figure hovering over him, stabilizing his wounds. There was a faint smile on his face that matched well with his hooded eyelids. Even through the weariness of blood loss, he began to face this realization: he loved you. Clint loved you for everything you did for him, and for the person you are.

Bruce: After dating for over a year, you had grown accustomed to his frequent nightmares. Bruce would indeed freak out during these nightmares, but not enough to Hulk Out. However, one odd Wednesday, his nightmares were more aggressive than usual. He tossed and turned, which obviously caused you to awake to the situation at hand. You knew that he was going to need the usual calm down, but what you weren’t expecting was the agonizing scream that accompanied his restlessness. Any other person would have been terrified to be in the same room as him, let alone the same bed. But you calmly put one hand on his shoulder, and stroked his cheek with the other, effectively calming him down. He glanced over at you and sees the most loving look, no fear in sight. You just looked back at him like he was the only thing in the world that you needed, and realized he was absolutely madly in love with you.

Tony: Being Iron Man was dangerous, it was no secret to you or Tony. But that sure as hell didn’t stop him from flying around in his metal casket of a suit. He never felt that the suit itself was dangerous, until one afternoon when it suddenly malfunctioned in mid air. Tony could feel it shutting down, but he already knew what was going to happen the moment it buckled in the air. He knew exactly how far the drop was from the sky to the ground, and he knew how little time it would take for him to get there. The reality set in that when he hit that ground, he wasn’t getting back up. But the only thing he was worried about was leaving you alone, because he was so utterly in love with you. Luckily, in a spur of understated good fortune, the suit powered back up, before he started picking up speed in his descent. It only later dawned on him about what he had thought of in those terrifying moments, and he decided that night he was going to tell you how he really felt.

Peter: Since you were best friends with one another, you and Peter had made a pact to never keep any secrets from each other. You had both agreed that this pact would stand firm for the rest of your lives. So with the pact came the spider man secret, which was way more than you could bring to the table. Good thing, because you’re not sure how else you would have gotten out of almost being mugged by some punk in an alleyway walking home to your apartment building one fateful evening. Peter always made sure to keep an eye on you while he was out doing whatever a man with spider reflexes does. He swung from a nearby building as soon as he saw you disappear from the sidewalk. Peter was so fast in looping an arm around your waist, whisking you away from your attacker. After dropping you off right in front of your building, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. Peter teared up a little bit, being hit with the fact that he could lose you within the blink of an eye. It hit him then, that he loved you with every bone in his body.

Pietro: Nothing stopped Pietro from constantly zooming around to do literally everything. Brushing his teeth took a maximum of ten seconds. He scarfed food down without so much as an inhale of breath, and he even fast forwarded TV programs to watch them. But when you came around and stepped into his life, Pietro never wanted to be in fast forward again. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with you, even though that meant slowing himself down indefinitely. Pietro was one hundred percent willing to slow down so you could keep up in doing everyday things, like brushing your teeth, and eating food, and watching TV. Everything in life he wanted to last as long as possible, and it then he realized he was madly in love with you.

Scott: Being the worry wart he is, he never really went on dates in fear of them finding out about his criminal past. Until you came along. The two of you had met through a mutual friend, and had immediately taken a liking to each other. So you went on a date, which turned into two, then a bunch more, finally becoming a couple. Everything that could have possibly been shared between the two of you was out in the open for one another, including stuff about the past. Scott didn’t really want to bring it into play, because based on past judgements, dates didn’t find felonies appealing. But you were different. You weren’t sure if it was attractive or just didn’t matter, but you didn’t mind them. This shocked him, right into realizing how amazing you were. He took that as a sign that you would forgive him of his shortcomings, flaws, and mistakes and love him anyway. Which was true, and only made him fall deeply in love with you.

Loki: Contrary to popular belief, Loki was very pleasant to be around. Nobody gave him enough of a chance to realize this, though. Except you. You had grown up with him and Thor on Asgard, and nothing had changed about either of them. Thor was still loud and full of joy, and Loki was still reserved and snarky. That wouldn’t ever change. You knew him to be very mild, and was drawn to that about him, which is why you were always around him and not Thor. You had never left his side, and he knew that you never would. It wasn’t commendable, considering everything he had done on Earth. But nevertheless, you were there with him. Loki found a shred of happiness in that, and he held it sacred to his heart. Nothing else in his life made him nearly as happy as you did. He couldn’t tell if it was love, and you would never tell him that it was, so the both of you never brought it up. As time passed, he realized that he was in fact, in love with you. When he finally made the first move, you gladly accepted him with open arms and a loving kiss.