Clary had told him; of course she had. If he was going to pretend to be her, he had to know what she knew. He had to know what Valentine had shown her, what he had done to Simon. He had gone in knowing exactly what to expect, knowing that Simon would need blood. Logically, he knew. But now, with ginger hair that was not his framing a face that belonged to someone else, he realized that actually seeing it was something else entirely.
Blood stained it’s way down Simon’s throat, soaking into his shirt and jacket. Jace felt his own blood freeze at the sight. Simon lay like a broken doll on the couch, his breath coming in shallow, shuddering gasps - and Jace couldn’t help but wonder if the breathing was only out of habit; vampires didn’t need to breathe. But they did need blood, and Simon had lost too much, was still losing it, blood continuing to drain out of the open wound on his neck.
Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 10:27am. It happens sometimes,
telemarketers, and quite often for the nannying agency that’s one digit off his
mobile. Today is a new one.
“Hello, this is Derek.”
“Oh, hi. Okay. Hi, I’m Stiles,” comes a surprised voice from the other end.
“So, Derek, this is going to sound strange, but I’m just about to go in for
a job interview in three minutes, and I had to fill out this list of references
and I was short a number so I wrote down a random one, then thought I should
call it to see if it was real. And it is, it’s yours.”
“So you just wrote down a random number as a reference?” Derek asks,
confused and also a little amused.
“Yes, that’s right. And look, I’m going in soon, and getting this job would
be really great, and so would you mind if I keep your number on the list? They
probably won’t call but I–”
“Go for it,” Derek interrupts. What’s the harm in it? He can cross off that
he’s done his one nice thing for the day, and this Stiles is right, he probably
won’t even get a call.
“Seriously? Ah, okay that’s amazing. Thank you.”
“What’s the job?” Derek asks, grabbing a pen and paper to write it down.
He’s warming up to the idea of doing this fake reference thing. It’ll be a
laugh if nothing else.
“So it’s an IT position with Saris and Fehr Legal. System maintenance,
software security, a bunch of stuff really, but don’t worry about it too much,
I just had you down as a personal reference?”
Stiles asks it like a question, showing some nerves, and Derek realises he’s
essentially admitting he doesn’t know enough people who’d give him a positive
“Oh well that’s easy enough then, I’ll just say that I’ve known you for
years, talk about how you’re organized, trustworthy, etcetera,” Derek’s been a
reference for some of his friends before, he knows the drill.
“Ah, yeah, sounds great. Wow. You sure about this?”
“It’s fine, Stiles. It’ll make my day more interesting at any rate.”
“Wow,” Stiles repeats, clearly surprised by Derek’s immediate cooperation. “So
it’s Stiles Stilinski, not sure I gave you my last name.”
“No, you didn’t,” he says, writing down Stiles’ surname phonetically. “Mine’s
Hale. Derek Hale.”
“Hale,” Stiles repeats, while Derek can hear the sound of a pen moving
across paper through the phone. “Alright, I’ve got to go now but thanks so
much, Derek. It means a lot.”
“You’re welcome,” Derek says, smiling at how relieved Stiles sounds. “Good
luck for the interview.”
Good morning my loves and Happy Saturday! I hope today brings fun memories and good laughs and of course, good fanfiction. I have so many requests at the moment and until I get them all done, I’m going to close requests. If you send one in, I won’t answer till I get the rest of these finished. It’s not that I don’t want to do it (I love getting your guys’ requests actually, they make my days interesting), I just don’t want to make you wait forever. I’ll make a post about when I open for requests again! Check out my other imagines and my just finished series featuring Bucky, “Battered and Bruised”! I love you all so much, and have a wonderful day. xoxo
Young!avenger x Peter Parker?
Description: Peter takes you on a tour of New York as a date and shows you all his favorite places. At the end of the night, he shows you the best view of the city in the most unconventional way.
“What do you mean by you’ve never been to New York?” Peter was gaping at you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been living here, but you haven’t actually visited the city?” He was waving his arms around as he talked.
You laughed at his reaction and gave him an awkward smile. It was true, you had been living in Stark Tower for the past seven months, but never got around to actually going to the city.
“Well, I don’t get much time off, you know, saving humanity from aliens and crazy people.” You were trying to make up a viable excuse for why. Peter just kept staring at you his mouth hanging wide open. “What?” You started shifting your eyes around the room, having no idea what to do.
“Babe, I know what we’re going to do today.” Peter gave you a goofy grin and ran down the hall, leaving you standing alone in the living room.
“Oh lord, what’s he going to do?” You groaned to yourself. You shook your head, but smiled. He was such a dork. A dork that you had lots of feelings for. You loved him, but you had never said it to him, fearing that he wouldn’t feel the same.
Seven months ago, Tony had asked you to move from the Avenger Tower in D.C. to Stark Tower to go undercover. Your job was to go to Peter’s high school and keep an eye on him for Tony. He was worried that Peter would start getting into trouble, and your job was to keep him out of it. Before you knew it, you were falling hard for him. Tony feared that you would, but allowed you to do so because you were like his daughter, and he loved you like one. All he wanted was to see you happy. So, just two months into your mission, and after spending a lot time together, along with a couple dates, you two became official. And once you started dating him, you realized you had to tell him what your original intentions were.
When you told him, he wasn’t upset. He just kissed you and whispered to you, “My girlfriend is a freaking Avenger.”
An hour later, he cam running in. “F/N! Come on, you’re coming with me.” You were laying on the couch, closing your eyes when he started pulling you off of it.
“Where are we going?” You were giggling and stumbling to follow him. “Peter, I’m serious.” (No, you weren’t.) “Where the heck are you taking me?” You had this marveled look on you face, amazed that he could get you off the couch without becoming overly grumpy.
“You’ll see. Come on.” He looked so adorable as he pulled you along down the stairs and out the door. Once you stepped outside, the quiet of the tower completely disappeared. You were left with the sound of cars, and honking, and people’s pointless conversations. He turned around to face you.
“Ta da! I’m taking you to see the city.” He began to fumble with him hands and look towards the ground. “Since you haven’t been before, and since we haven’t been able to go on a date in a while, I decided that I could show you around.” He looked up at you with those innocent eyes that always made your heart skip a beat.
“Aw, that’s so sweet, Peter.” You face turned a slightly shade of pink darker. You thought he was so cute when he got all nervous. A smile came upon your lips and you hooked your arm in his. “So, where to first?”
He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and smiled. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. You loved making him happy, he made you feel almost like a normal teenager who had an almost normal life. To be frank, you never had a normal life to begin with. You were born with ability to go invisible, and your parents abandoned you at the age of three after they scared you and they suddenly couldn’t see you. They were afraid of you, so they left. You fended for yourself till about two years ago when the Avengers discovered you and your ability, hoping you would join them. You gladly accepted the offer and you realized that you had a family again. They loved you like a younger sibling, but Tony loved you like you were his own daughter. Obviously, being an Avenger and living with them wasn’t normal for anybody, but neither was having spider-like senses.
You two spent the afternoon walking through New York City, checking out all the places Peter loved. He took you to his favorite pizza place for lunch, and then you two took a stroll around Central Park. You stopped at the lake and watched the ducks swim by.
“This is really nice, Peter. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.
He put his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It’s my pleasure, babe. But, the day isn’t over yet.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and you two started walking back towards the street. He took you around street corner after street corner, pointing out places that he wanted to take you in the future, and telling you the fondest memories he had there. After about an hour of walking, he stopped you in front of a brick stoned building.
“Where are we?” You were looking for a sign. There was none. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what was inside, but it was lowly lit.
“You’ll see.” He was smirking at you as he took your hand and pulled you inside. Once you were through the door and you finally saw what it was, your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped to the floor. Inside the unsuspecting building was bookshelves stacked to the ceiling with books.
“No. Way.” You were amazed. You dropped his hand and started walking up and down the aisles, mesmerized. You let your fingers graze across the spines, reading every title. They had classics, new books, well loved books, and all your favorite ones too. Peter watched you in adoration. He knew you would like this place. It was the oldest book store in New York, and he knew how much you liked to read. Once you looked through just about every single book in there, you walked up to him with the biggest smile on your face.
“You’re amazing, did you know that? Oh my god, I could spend hours in here. I have to come back another day to read here.” You were beginning to ramble and Peter just shook his head, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk.
“F/N, you’ve already spent two hours just looking at all the books. I’m going to have to bring you back here, so you can spend the entire day here.” He pulled you into a hug. “There’s still one more thing I have to show you before I take you back to the tower. Come on.” You looked up at him with eyes that were filled with love. He leaned down and kissed you, filling your stomach with butterflies. He pulled you out of the bookstore and the sky that was once bright and sunny was now beginning to grow blue. Had you really been in there that long?
“F/N, hold on tight.” He wrapped his left arm tightly around you.
“Wait, wh-” You cut yourself off with a slight scream. Suddenly, you were swinging in the air, swooping from building to building. Your arms were gripping him, very, very tightly. Once the initial shock faded away, you were smiling at Peter as he slowly took you higher and higher off the ground. The cold wind was whipping your hair back, giving you this rush of adrenaline. Peter shot a web at a building, swinging you both up in the air. The next one hit a spire of a different building across the street and he swung around it, you secure in his arm, and making a soft landing on top of the building.
“I give you special view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.” He took his free arm and displayed the view to him.
“Oh my god…” The skyline looked beautiful against the sunset and the lights slowly turning on. “…it’s gorgeous.” You shifted yourself in his arms so that you were facing him, bodies pressed against each other.
“Just like you.” Peter’s eyes studied every inch of your face, landing on your E/C eyes that he had fallen in love with. You looked towards the ground, trying to conceal your blush. “F/N.” He tilted your chin up, so that your eyes met his.
“Yes, Peter?” You looked at him with doe eyes, hanging on every single word he had said.
He paused, a small smile coming to his face. “I love you.”
You were stunned. He said it. He said it first. He said that he loved you.
You realized that you were completely silent, seeing that Peter was getting worried. A big smile replaced the shocked look on your face.
“I love you too.” You let out a little laugh and pulled him down to you. Your lips collided, molding perfectly together. The feeling of his lips against yours made your heart swell. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, watching the sun set behind the horizon.
Peter swung you across the city back to the tower. He nonchalantly landed on the grounded in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Stark Tower.
“I’ll come over tomorrow, okay babe?” He smiled down at you, holding your hand.
“Okay.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You watched him fade into the crowd and then round a corner. Suddenly, he was swinging around a building. You shook your head and chuckled, walking back into the building.
You were feeling so giddy. You were spinning around down the halls, humming to yourself.
From his office, Tony heard you and peered out of the doorway, watching you as you walked down the hall, humming with a little skip in your step. Before he got caught, he sat back down at his deck and smiled to himself. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to him. He got back to work, and muttered to himself.
“Peter Parker, you better take of my girl.”
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With perfect penmanship she wrote the customer’s name on the plastic cup in her hand. Announcing their total and sending them off with a friendly smile, she prepared to do the same routine with the next person in line.
Having been doing this for over a year and a half she knew how the flow of the small coffee house worked. Even though her day consisted of a routine that some might have found boring, she thought her job was the exact opposite of that.
As soon as she stepped into the shop every morning and the smell of coffee cascaded around her, she felt like she was home.
She no longer worried about her university courses or the term papers she had to do but instead focused on making the lives of the customers around her a little brighter by sharing a smile.
"Must be a day ending in y" for perc'ahlia please? If you're still taking requests.
“How’s it going in here, darling?” she asks with a raised eyebrow as she props open the door to her bedroom with her hip, her arms full of books she borrowed from the castle library as she looks in on Percy, who has basically taken over her desk in the past couple of months since her manor was completed.
(He’s been spending less and less time in the castle itself recently in general, opting to sleep and work out of her new home more often than not. She’d be lying if she said she isn’t a little delighted to wake up to him in her bed in her house every morning and to come home to him working away at something. It… it feels right.)
Percy sets his glasses off to the side and leans back in his seat with a deep sigh, pinching the brim of his nose and closing his eyes. “I’m so tired of paperwork.”
Vex laughs and sets her books down in a pile on the floor before closing the distance between them and perching herself on the arm of his chair. “Must be a day ending in y.”