Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au
Word Count: 6,350
A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into
a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted
to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked
your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty
seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to
sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!?
How could I not have known?!?
Request: Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where you are around Peter’s age (1 year older) and a badass avenger with a public identity and best friends with Peter and when is being teased by a bunch of bullies about being a nerd with no girlfriend until he blurts out that you’re his girlfriend and they don’t believe him and tell him to prove it he runs up and kiss you begging you to go along with it
Peter was fucked. That was it. He knew the minute those few words came from his lips that he was eternally fucked.
The boys who sat at the table directly ahead of him had turned around and started pestering him, again. Honestly, at this point in the school year he was used to it, it didn’t bug him like it used to, if anything it was just a nuisance now, a nuisance he’d do anything to get rid of. So that’s why when they started pestering him about having a significant other he flipped and blurted out,
"I’m actually dating someone, you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N), that really cute senior?“ The boys look a him as though he was crazy and at this point Peter think he may be.
"There’s no way you’re dating them,”
"Nope, I totally am,“ Peter leans into his seat, smirking at the boys almost cooly.
"Yeah? Then prove it,” They boys smirk back, making Peters blood run cold.
(Y/N) was his best friend, his partner with shield, they were amazing and understanding but would they understand enough to help him out?
"Go up and kiss them,“ Peter gulps as his eyes travel to (Y/N)’s table where they were valiantly studying for an upcoming graduate test. He knew he shouldn’t disturb them at such a time but before he knew it his feet were carrying him to their table, forcing him to seat and turn to (Y/N) with a hopeful expression.
"Pete, I’m kinda busy right now,” (Y/N) supplies before Peter even has time to open his mouth.
"But (Y/N), it’s really important-“ (Y/N) turns to look at Peter with their best bitch face, a face that sent fear tingling down his spine.
"This better be good or I swear to god I’m going to beat your ass,” Peter sighs as he looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs a bit as he does.
"Well- so those guys who um-“ Peter didnt want to say bullying, he didn’t want to seem weak around (Y/N). "Those guys I was just talking to,” Peter gestures to the guys behind him, all staring at him intently. “They’ve been mocking me for the last couple of months-”
“they’ve been bullying you?"
"No, that’s not what I said-”
“Do I need to beat them for you?"
"No! God, no, I just need you to kiss me,” (Y/N) stares at Peter with a dumbfounded expression, as though he had just grown a second head or three.
“Are you fucking serious?"
"I know, I know, you can beat my ass later but please, I just need this,” Peter gives (Y/N) his best puppy dog eyes, he even threw in a pout just for good measure.
(Y/N) was seriously contemplating saying no but then they heard the boys snickering and mocking Peter. Gritting their teeth (Y/N) leans forward, cupping Peters cheeks as they connected their lips to his.
His lips were surprisingly soft and sweet and (Y/N) knew It was horrible to think but they wanted more. Plus, Peter wasn’t too bad of a kisser- in fact he was good, maybe a little too good.
(Y/N) pulls away (even if they were reluctant), licking their lips as they look to Peter with half lidded eyes, almost as though they were drunk. Peter looks almost disbelieving himself as he stares at (Y/N), more specifically their lips.
"Was I your first kiss?” (Y/N) asks, cutting the younger boy short. Peter looks a bit sheepish at first, his cheeks dusting a light pink as he looks down at his hands.
“Is it that obvious?” (Y/N) smirks as they hum, casually turning back to their papers to get back to work.
"No,“ Peter looks surprised at this, eyes wide and lips parted. "You’re surprisingly good,” And that was all the information (Y/N) gave Peter before they set back to work, smirking as Peter made his way back to his own table with a new sense of shock and pride.
Harry Potter Preference – Them Having a Crush on You Would Involve
- Trio Era-
- Draco would be super shy around
- You’d be really surprised when
your friends tell you that they saw Draco standing up for you after he heard
someone saying rude things about you
- He’s just
extremely protective of you
- If you ever did something such as
kiss Draco on the cheek, he’d act really cool about it but would continue
talking about it to Crabbe and Goyle for days
- And they can’t exactly tell him that he’s
being stupid about you because he’s rather defensive when it comes to you
- Catching him staring at you
during meal times and when you smile at him, he gives you a small smile back
and blushes furiously
- Draco’s really smart so if he
ever sees you struggling with some work, he’d be at your side in 0.2 seconds
offering to help you
- Whenever you’ve spoken to him in
the morning, throughout the rest of the day he’d be really nice to everyone so
you’d suddenly have people encouraging you to go out on a date with him because
if he’s this nice when you just talk
to him, imagine how great he’d be when you date him
- He’d probably be really cautious
about bringing you up to his family. He knows his mum would fully approve of
you but his dad, on the other hand, would be really iffy about it and Draco
doesn’t want to push you away any further because of his family
- Draco would really want to buy
you something to show that he likes you and so he finds out what your favourite
sweets are. In the end, he can’t decide on just one treat to get you and ends
up nearly buying out Honeydukes
- Would constantly deny having
feelings for you even though it’s completely obvious and whenever someone asks
him about it he’d go, “pfff, I do not fancy (Y/N)! Actually… why do you ask? Did
she say something to you?”
- George has to hear about you ever
5 minutes and if you’re ever nearby he has to tell Fred how many times you
looked their way
- Waving at you during a Quidditch
match, whether you’re in the stands or if you’re playing in the same game as
him, and completely missing the bludger he was meant to be hitting away from
Harry (Harry does not appreciate this)
- But if Fred was ever worried that
it was too cold and you didn’t have enough winter clothes, he would write to
his mum asking her to send any of Ginny or his old winter sweaters that he
would then send to you
- He’d think you
wouldn’t know that the Owl that lands in your cereal one morning with sweaters
that have the letters ‘F’ and ‘G’ on them were from him but you’d kind of have
- Plus Fred
would’ve been watching your reaction the entire time and when you’d look at
him, he would look away really quickly
- Being showered in compliments by
him. He’d never let you go feeling as if you were ugly or not good enough. Even
if you’re just studying for an exam, he’d be sitting next to you complimenting
how good you look AND how smart you are! (He has to cover all grounds of
- The only time you’ve ever seen
Fred angry was when you told him about some people that were being rude to you.
He’d take it very personally and would promise you that he’d avenge you – this would
probably be one of the dead giveaways to you that he fancies you
- He’d find any reason to spend
time with you. You kind of wanna have some girly talk? Fine, braid his hair and
bitch about the rude Slytherin girl. You’re struggling with potions? He’d
become a potions master overnight to help you
- Trying to subtly see if you like
- “Hahahah (Y/N), Angelina keeps
telling me that we should just hurry up and date. Ridiculous, isn’t it?”
- “I mean, we would be really
cute together. The fittest couple at Hogwarts, I reckon.”
- “Fred, do you fancy me?” “WHAAAT?
FANCY YOU? HAHAHA…. Why, do you fancy me? My answer is going to depend on what
plan out the best dates for the two of you. He wouldn’t specifically say they
were dates but you’d kind of assume they were when you’d go to Hogsmeade and it
was just the two of you (which rarely happened). He’d plan picnics, save up
money so the two of you can have a decent meal together, go exploring together,
ect. It would be lovely.
- George is the type of guy who
doesn’t just fancy a girl right away. You’d start off as friends, maybe having
a class or two together and one day he’d realise that he fancies you and when
you go to talk to him like usual he’d be all sweaty and would be like, “is it
hot in here? I think it’s hot. I must go”.
- He’s a tall guy and one of his
ways of flirting with you is to tease your height
“George, I’m not even that short. You’re just a giant.”
But he would always give you piggy back rides, get things for you off high
shelves and rest his chin on your head
- Fred would try to wingman him,
even though George wouldn’t approve. And by wingman, you’d be sitting at your
table during lunch and Fred would come sprinting in towards you, yelling
incoherent things that was him attempting to tell you that George fancies you
and George would full on tackle him in the middle of the Hall to stop him
- After long and stressful days, he’d
really like going for walks with you around the lake or just around the grounds
– he’d be a lot more insightful and wise than he’d let other people see.
- George would be a lot like Leslie
Knope out of Parks and Rec in the way he’d have really weird anniversaries?
Aside from your birthday, which would be the most important event of all, he’d
celebrate the first day that you two met, the day you officially became ‘besties’,
the day you fell down the moving stairs, ect
He’d also have gifts for you on those special days
- He’d blush really easily whenever
you’re around. You’d find it really cute but Fred and Lee would probably make a
game out of it to see who can give the best guess at how many times George will
blush while you’re around
- Would make up facts and
statistics to try and impress you. For example: “yeah, that constellation there
is the… Mollyation constellation…”
- Sometimes you’d
point out that you knew he was making it up but other times it was just so cute
that he was trying his hardest to impress you
- George has 100% attempted bad pickup
lines on you that Ginny promised him would work
- You would have Harry wrapped
around your finger without even knowing. He would drop everything to help you
and cancel any plans if it meant spending time with you. You probably wouldn’t
realise this until you noticed that whenever other people attempted to make ‘chosen
one’ jokes like you do to Harry that he’d get annoyed with them.
- All you’d have to do is walk into
the same room as Harry and he’d instantly be taken out of his bad mood and be
happy just because you’re there
- Everyone in the school would
secretly be shipping the two of you. Professor McGonagall would have even
paired the two of you up in class and people would Harry how his crush on you
- He’d really trust you – Hermione would
tell him that it would probably not be a good idea to let you in on some of his
secrets and Harry would be like “you’re right, Hermione” and then you’d sit
down with them and he’d turn around and tell you exactly what Hermione just
told him not to tell you
- Harry would make a fool out of
himself in front of you 24/7. Water would come dribbling out of his mouth
whenever you were talking, he’d trip over his own two feet and would take you
with him – he’d really come to hate his luck
- He’d be super protective of you
- Even if
someone just looks at you and their expression just doesn’t seem kind enough,
Harry goes into full protective mode and his hand will remain on his wand until
you’re safely away from this person. That person will remain on his watch list
for a very long time.
- Will offer to help you with your
problems even if he doesn’t really understand them. You’d have to tell him the
story twice so he can see why that dude is an absolute prick and why Harry now
has to hate him as well.
- Has asked Hermione as to how he
should ‘win you over’ and when she suggested just asking you out on a date, he
rolls his eyes because that’s obviously a stupid idea
- Harry has definitely accidentally
done something like give you a forehead kiss or held your hand when he was
nervous. He wouldn’t even realise what he’d done until hours after it had
happened and would actually curl up into a ball.
- He hates talking about the
Dursleys’ but if he notices that you need some cheering up, he’ll tell you the
most embarrassing things that they’ve ever done just to see you smile
- Neville would either be extremely
nervous around you or really confident around you – it would all just depend on
how he was feeling that day
- He probably has a habit of
spacing out when you’re talking because he’d get distracted by how pretty you
- Neville doesn’t really have a
very large self-esteem so when he realises he likes you, he accepts it and
tries not to do too much about it but there are often times that he still finds
himself desperately trying to impress you just
in case he stands a bit of a chance
- So any time you compliment him in
the slightest, he’s the happiest person in school for several days. He’ll even
fall asleep with the biggest grin on his face.
- He’s a very nervous guy but he’d
do anything for you. Neville would
just absolutely adore you and will always be one of your biggest protectors
even if he doubts he’d do a very good job at protecting you.
- He’d get you plants that remind
him of you:
- Even if, to
you, the plants kind of look kind of ugly, you’d know that Neville doesn’t
think you’re ugly and what would remind him of you would be the plant’s ‘personality’
- He’d write you
a note of the plant’s personality so you can keep it and just remember how
great you are
- Neville has probably sent you
little secret admirer notes – whether they’re just telling you how pretty you
look that day or how great of a person you are, sometimes he just thinks that
the notes will make your day better (and they of course do)
- Notices small details about you
and uses this to strike up conversations with you
- Neville lets you do just about
anything. If the two of you were studying by the lake, he’d read out to you what
you need to know for your upcoming exam while you make him a flower crown which
he will wear during dinner because you said so
- Probably starting out as friends
and you having a habit of tracing his freckles and making patterns out of them
when you’re bored but now that he has a crush on you, he gets goosebumps really
easily and his whole face goes bright pink
- Even though Ron is technically
only the second youngest, his family would treat him like the youngest and
Ginny, Fred and George would constantly be teasing Ron about his crush and
trying to bring it up around you in not so subtle ways
- “So, (Y/N),
how do you feel about our ickle Ronnickins? He might not be the best looking
but mum swears that it’s what’s on the inside that matters.”
- Ron would probably have no idea
how to act around you now that he has a crush on you
- Sometimes he’ll
come off as cold or he can come off being really cheesy. He really just has no
idea what he’s doing but he just wants you to like him back so bad.
- One of his brothers have
definitely sent him a book on ‘how to get girls’ and you have caught him
- His voice can be very loud at
times and you have accidentally heard him talking about how pretty you look
when you’ve asked him about it he’ll completely deny ever even speaking about
- Ron would be your biggest fan. He’d
always be encouraging you in whatever you do and helping you reach your goals
because he knows you’re capable of great things and he’d just be so proud of
- He’d be pretty shy around you and
wouldn’t be the best at complimenting you but if you ever have even a hint of
self-doubt, he’s there yelling at you just how great you are and cannot believe
you would ever doubt yourself because you’re so amazing
- Him apologising over and over
again if he ever did something like accidentally hold your hand when he was
nervous or just absentmindedly wrap his arm around you and then getting even
more embarrassed when you tell him that it was fine and you kind of liked it
The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.
Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.
Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.
Word Count: 3,180 (omg)
Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).
A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!
Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.
These past few days have been strange, to say the least.
Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.
Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.
Maybe I’m getting sick…?
Maybe it’s just the chills…?
You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.
It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.
Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.
Word count: 1,396
Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out
Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.
“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.
“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.
“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed
“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked
“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.
“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.
The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner. I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.
“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed
“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.
“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.
“Y/N listen I’m sor-”
“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”
“Wait Y/N bu-”
“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now” I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.
The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.
“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.
“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.
“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.
“Wow,” I said breathlessly.
“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened
“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.
A/N: This is my really late submission for @percussiongirl2017 ‘s birthday challenge! Hopefully it was worth the wait. I had the prompt, “You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not my mother.” & my song is “Hey Jude” – The Beatles. The pairing is Dean x Sister!Reader however there is some Sam in there as well. The reader is the oldest sibling.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
“Take care of Sam and Dean.”
That was your motto. You were eight years old when your mother died in the fire that turned your life upside down. You could remember the heat, the fear you felt, and how you had never gripped Dean’s hand or held onto Sammy so tightly then you did that night when you brought them out of the burning house.
Ever since then your father gave you one task, to take care of Sam and Dean. It wasn’t something that was foreign to you; it was something that you had loved helping your mother do. She had always lovingly referred to you as the mini mama because you enjoyed it so much.
First off, thank you to the many comments I’ve received about the series so far. It makes me feel amazing, and keeps me wanting to post, so thank you again. Second off, I already know where I am going with them, but, if you want, let me know what more you want to see as they grow. x
He imagined the first time seeing you naked to be some life changing experience, and for the most part he was right, but he envisioned it to be more on the romantic side, with his naked form hovering above you as he reaches into his bedside table for a condom, not when he scampers into his bedroom to find a pair a socks, only to be met with your naked figure bent over to retrieve the towel that had fallen to a heap at your feet – but nothing ever goes the way he wants them to.
For all the times he’s spent his mornings with a hand wrapped around his cock envisioning you rocking greedily against him, back arched and your nails digging into his thigh, he realizes you’re just as flawless as he daydreamed, even if he only got a few second glimpses before he stumbled out of the doorway, not even a peep leaving his lips.
Now, he was expected to share breakfast with the image of your bare arse forever etched in his head.
You sighed, leaning your head against the cool surface of your locker door. You simply sighed, not in the mood to explain to Hoseok why you looked so exhausted.
You jumped at the sudden pressure on your shoulder and turned to look at Hoseok. He looked concerned and you didn’t blame him. In all honesty, it looked as if somebody had punched you in face. The bags underneath your eyes were gigantic and dark and you entire face was overall unnaturally gaunt.
“Hey if you don’t feel like dancing today you don’t have to. As long as you still feel up to watching…” he said, his tone soft and sympathetic.
“Hey maybe dancing will actually wake me up,” you replied, shrugging before taking a drink from your water bottle.
He nodded, placing a hand on either side of your head and squishing your cheeks in.
How about you try to meet up with him or contact him? I'm sure there's a chance, Jeremy !
If you didn’t think I’ve thought of this before- I have, many.. many times- I do want to but it’s.. Difficult. Christine even helped me dwell on suggestions-
Would I just be like ‘heeey, it’s your ex best friend of twelve years that screwed our relationship and disappeared without a trace who now looks like a stalker because i have notifications whenever you upload your video and i cry about it sometimes because i really miss you?’ Oh! What about; ‘hey mikey, long time no talk- i don’t deserve another chance but i like you a lot??”
Would it just be drowned in the rest of the comments? I don’t think he can read all of those.. There’s just too many-
Plus, I-I can’t privately message him, that’s too much- He’d probably leave it on read.
Michael and I don’t have any contact with each other ever since certain events- That I know were probably cause by me. I was too afraid to reach out, and I also got a new phone at the time so..
He has something now to look forward to, so many people who actually know he’s popular and such a charming dude-
And he’s getting the recognition he deserves, even without a Squip. I’ll be okay as long as he’s still smiling.
Summary: You’re retired, living
a quiet and secure life when your ex turns up on your doorstep with his best
friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)
Okay I know I already wroteNight Walks
with these prompts but I really wasn’t
happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarosita request: 93 and 94… but Reader being
upset rather than Bucky?
telling you. I’m haunted.” 94.
“I had a bad dream again.” Plus
anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: light talk of injuries and treating them, nightmares, probably swearing, I think that’s it!
Word Count: 3210
Author’s Note: I
started this in fucking January when my brother and I were belting Whitney and
it got me thinking about how much I love The Bodyguard and how I’d kill for
that lake house and this idea hit, except I’m not about that damsel in distress
life so this is a lil different. And iiiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiii will always LOVE YOUUUUU
The morning after a snowstorm was always your
favorite here. The already quiet forest around your cabin rendered utterly
silent, tree branches heavy and yielding to the new snow. You loved the pale
blue light and how the morning sun made every surface glitter with the day’s
new ice crystals. You could practically feel the static electricity in the air,
dancing across your skin snapping little sparks when you rubbed your hands over
your arms for warmth. Past time to light a fire.
A quick glance at your phone told you they
weren’t here. Not yet. You tried not to be annoyed, knowing that if he called you
he must really need help and safety. Naturally a night owl, the 4:30am call was
a harsh awakening but when you saw “Steve” on the caller ID everything shifted.
It always did for him. He carried a sense of urgency everywhere he went and
your history made it impossible to ignore.
Hey! I saw that your requests are open! Do you mind if I request one where the reader is Mr. Delmar’s daughter? That one scene when Peter’s ordering a sandwich and asks about her made me think of it. Do with it what you will, it’s just and idea ❤️
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Description: A few months ago you started working at your dad’s sandwich shop, you weren’t thrilled but you needed money. You grew to love working there overtime, becoming close with certain customers. One of them being Peter Parker, he always got the same thing, but with extra pickles and to have it all smooshed down. After a while you went on a break, you didn’t show up as often as you once did. Your dad soon became the one to talk to Peter, he’d ask about his mom, then say something in Spanish to his coworkers, which only made Peter ask about you too, but in Spanish also.
Warnings: None really, it’s just super cute and awkward.
Word Count: 2,958
A/N: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TO FIND THIS GIF. IT WAS LITEREALLY SO HARD BUT I FOUND IT. I feel accomplished with life. Also if you don’t remember what he asks, he says “How’s your daughter, eh?” Overall I think this imagine is super cute and dorky and I love it because I could so see something like this happening in real life. Anyways I hope you like it! :)
You were in high school, that meaning you and everyone else there wanted jobs so they could get money and do whatever they pleased.
Your dad was Mr. Delmar, also known as the person with the best sandwich shop in Queens.
That is also where you started working, you weren’t thrilled about it, mainly because well.. it was your dad’s shop, how embarrassing.
You weren’t going to lie, you were clueless at first, unsure of how to work the cash register, or how to take peoples orders, all you really knew how to do was clean the tables, and keep the floor clean.
But after a week of training you were getting the hang of things, you now knew how to take peoples’ orders properly, and work certain parts of the cash register.
You actually were beginning to like working at the shop, something you never thought you’d admit to yourself.
Working with your dad wasn’t actually that bad, sure he’d try to embarrass you in Spanish to his coworkers, but you knew bits and pieces on what he said, so you’d call him out too.
You became close with everyone there, not only just your coworkers, but the people who came in.
To your surprise there was a lot of regulars that came to the shop, your dad already knew them very well.
You soon were the same way, already knowing their order before they could even walk up to the cash register.
After working at the shop for a few weeks, a new guy came in, at least he was knew to you, but not your dad.
“Mr. Parker! Nice to see you again!” Your dad smiled happily, waving at the brunette haired boy.
“Hey Mr. Delmar, nice to see you too.” He smiled, walking over to pet Murph, the cat that was sitting on the counter.
“What would you like today?” Your dad asked, making Peter look up at the menu options.
“Can I get a number five, with extra pickles and can you make it flat?” He pressed his hands together to show what he meant, then added a ‘thank you.’
Your dad nodded, motioning for you to go make his order.
You shook your head, muttering ‘extra pickles? who even does that?’ before making the sandwich anyways.
You made it the exact way he wanted, you were still new to sandwich making, and you didn’t want to mess up this guys order.
Even if he did request extra pickles.
“Here you go, a number five, extra pickles, which is strange but okay, and it’s flat like you requested.” You smiled, handing the bag to the brunette haired boy in front of you.
“Thank you.” He smiled warmly, handing you a five dollar bill, which you gladly took.
“I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new?” He asked, catching you off guard.
“Well, I’ve actually been working here for the past month now, so I could ask you the same thing.” You smiled cheekily, making him bite his bottom lip slightly, nodding to himself.
“I’ve been coming here for years, so it’s quite strange not running into you yet.” He laughed, messing with his hair.
“What’s strange is you getting extra pickles.” You teased, making him gasp playfully.
“Pickles are great! You take that back!” He defended, making you laugh and shake your head.
“No way.” You smiled playfully, “We all know getting peppers are way better.” You gave a thumbs up, instantly making him cringe.
“That’s disgusting. Peppers don’t belong anywhere on a sandwich” He shook his head, making you gasp this time.
“Rude.” You teased, making him shrug and laugh.
You both stood there for a few minutes, an awkward silence falling over the two of you.
“Well as nice as it was talking to you..” You trailed off, raising your eyebrows at him.
“O-Oh! My name is P-Peter.. Parker..” He stammered, internally shouting at himself for being a stuttering idiot.
“Well Peter, it was nice chatting with you, but I actually have to go.” You smiled, giving him a small wave.
He gave a soft smile, waving back, but before he walked off he spun back around.
“Hey! Wait! You never told me your name!” He called after you, making you turn around.
“It’s Y/N. I’m his daughter.” You motioned towards your dad, who gave a stern look at Peter.
Peter’s eyes widened in shock, he had been flirting with this girl the entire time while her dad was watching.
You gave him a wink, before disappearing behind the door, leaving Peter in an uncomfortable position with your dad.
Peter swallowed nervously, giving a quick wave to Mr. Delmar, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you, bye.’ and rushing out the door.
After the awkward encounter, Peter still came back every week, getting the same sandwich with extra pickles.
“Aren’t you ever going to try it with peppers instead?” You would ask him, making his face scrunch up in disgust.
You loved to mess with him, it was something you looked forward to every time he came into the shop.
“What do you have against pickles?” He questioned one day, making you squint your eyes at him.
“We have a bad history. Don’t ask.” You replied dramatically, as if there was a tragic backstory.
Peter laughed, he loved being around you, he found you unique, you didn’t care how you acted around him, you were just.. you.
You two had gotten close over those past few months, you’d do your usual banter back and forth, something you both loved to do.
You really started to like him, he was funny, not to mention super cute, but you were never going to tell him that.
More time passed and you had saved up a lot of money, you were surprised you saved it all without spending it.
You normally would of spent it the second you got it, but you didn’t, which confused you, until you realized it was because Peter was on your mind twenty-four-seven.
This was a problem for you, you couldn’t develop feelings for someone that you only knew because he was a regular in your dad’s sandwich shop.
So you decided to take a break from working, you needed to figure out your thoughts and feelings first.
Later that week you weren’t working the register, this made Peter confused, it was Friday, you were always working the lunch shift.
He walked up to the counter, seeing if you were hiding anywhere, but he couldn’t find you.
Instead Mr. Delmar came out, a smile on his face when he saw Peter.
“What’s up Mr. Delmar?” Peter smiled, giving him a slight wave.
“Hey! Mr. Parker, number five right?” He asked, writing down the order for the cooks.
“Yeah. And, um, uh, pickles and can you smoosh it down real flat? Thanks.” He smiled, while Mr. Delmar gave a thumbs up.
Peter rolled back and forth on his heels, wondering where you were.
“How’s school?” Mr. Delmar questioned, while waiting for his sandwich to be made.
“Uh, you know. It’s… boring. I got better things to do.” He shrugged, looking around the shop.
“Stay in school, kids, stay in school. Otherwise you’ll end up like me.” He motioned around the shop, a smile on his face.
“But this place is amazing!” Peter motioned around the shop, a big smile on his face.
Mr. Delmar grabbed his sandwich, placing it on the counter.
“How’s your aunt?” He questioned, making Peter shift a bit.
“… She’s alright.” He looked at him, a look a confusion on his face.
Mr. Delmar smirked slightly, turning his back a bit to talk to his coworkers.
“La tía de tú es un italiana bonísima.” He chuckled, turning back to Peter who had a slight smirk on his face.
“¿Cómo estás tu hija eh?” He smirked, biting his bottom lip slightly.
“Ten dollars.” Mr. Delmar frowned, placing his hand out towards Peter.
“It’s five dollars!” Peter pointed towards the menu, a cheeky smile on his face.
“For that comment, it’s ten dollars.” Mr. Delmar shook his head at him.
“Come on! I was kidding, I was kidding.” Peter smiled, handing him a five dollar bill.
“Here’s five dollars.” He smiled, making Mr. Delmar huff and take it anyways.
Peter waved goodbye, rushing out the door and disappearing like usual.
Weeks passed and Peter still hadn’t seen you at the Deli, he was starting to believe you were never coming back.
You had gone on a mini vacation, you needed to sort out your feelings towards Peter.
You were returning back to work in a few days, you needed to talk to Peter, to tell him how you felt.
You arrived into work early Friday morning, telling your dad where you had been the past few weeks.
You had mentioned to him that you were going to be away for a bit, but 'a bit’ turned into something a lot longer.
“Y/N, you can’t just go and run off like that.” Your dad scolded you, making you sigh.
“I know, but I needed to think, plus I finally had enough money to just go and relax for once.” You confessed, leaning against the counter.
“Think about what?” Your dad pressed you to explain further, making you huff in annoyance.
“About Peter.” You admitted, not looking at your dad who was frozen.
“You mean Mr. Parker?” He squinted his eyes at you, making you shift slightly.
You gave a small nod, biting your bottom lip nervously.
“What is there to think about him?” He questioned, making you want to knock yourself out with literally anything at this point.
“I like him dad.” You muttered, then went into a different room, leaving your dad to his own thoughts.
After a few hours you felt back at home, taking orders from regular customers, catching up on what you had missed.
You loved being at the shop, it was basically your second home.
“Y/N, I think I should probably tell you this before Mr. Parker comes in.” Your dad pulled you to the side.
“Okay, shoot.” You cleaned your hands with a towel, looking at your dad.
“When you were away, Peter came looking for you, that little pickle eater even had the nerve to ask how you were in Spanish.” Your dad muttered, making you smile.
“Really?” You laughed, making your dad nod in annoyance.
You were too involved in talking with your dad, that you didn’t even realize Peter had walked in.
Peter’s face lit up the moment he saw you, he had missed you so much.
He walked up to the counter, catching your attention.
Both your eyes locked, and it felt like time had stopped moving.
Your heart was pounding, you felt your stomach get tons of butterflies.
You truly hated feelings sometimes.
“Hey Peter.” You smiled, walking up to the counter.
“Hey Y/N, long time no see.” He smiled warmly at you, making your insides melt even more.
“Yeah, I kind of took a break, needed to do some thinking.” You shrugged, typing in his order.
“Oh? About what if you don’t mind me asking?” He smiled, making you bite your lip slightly.
How are you supposed to admit to the cutest boy in front of you that you have feelings for them?
“Y-You what?” Peter stuttered, making your eyes widen.
“O-Oh no.. D-Did I just say that out loud?” You gasped, embarrassed instantly.
“I uh..” You stammered, your face red, you didn’t know what to say.
Peter blinked rapidly, trying to process the information he had just been given.
He was the reason you disappeared, you left because you needed to think about how you felt abut him.
You were thinking of him.
“If it makes you feel any better, I came in here every Friday to see if you were working, because I missed you Y/N.” Peter confessed, making you smile shyly.
“I heard you might have spoken some Spanish too.” You laughed, making his face flush red.
“I may have, we don’t know.” He teased, tugging at his hair.
“Oh by the way, here’s your sandwich, with extra disgusting pickles and it flattened, just the way you like it.” You smirked, handing the bag to him.
“For the last time, pickles aren’t disgusting, peppers are!” He defended, making you laugh even harder.
You missed him, a lot, it was clear to you now.
Before Peter could wander off to a table, you scribbled something down on a piece of paper.
“Hey, Parker.” You called to him, making him turn around.
You walked out from behind the counter, walking up to him.
“This is for you.” You handed him the slip of paper, making him give you a confused look.
“What is this?” He asked, making you smirk slightly.
You motioned for him to open it, and when he did his eyes widened.
“Text me sometime, yeah?” You smiled, before walking off back behind the counter.
Peter couldn’t get his smile off his face, he was trying to hide his excitement from getting your number, but he couldn’t help it.
A few days later you and Peter went on your first date, you did something simple, which was perfect for the both of you.
Months passed and you and Peter started dating, Peter was thrilled when you agreed to be his girlfriend, he picked you up and spun you around in circles before kissing you.
You two were the cutest couple.
“Okay on the count of three you will try it with peppers, and I will try it with pickles, deal?” You looked at Peter who had an unhappy emotion on his face.
“Lets just get this over with.” He whined, making you stick your tongue out playfully.
Your dad counted off the numbers and once he got to three you both took a bite of the sandwich.
Both your faces scrunched up in disgust, which in result made the both of you laugh.
You two were really the ultimate couple goals.
Who knew getting extra pickles could create such a great relationship.
Think we can all agree that nobody ships rebelcaptain quite as much as Alexander M Freed. Every moment of Jyn/Cassian interaction is just “They looked at each other and felt things. Plot was occurring too I guess but I have to let you know that at this moment they were having feelings.”
Plus a hefty dose of “She’s not in this scene but I do need to remind you that right now Cassian was thinking about Jyn, again.”
Plot- gonna skip this today cause i feel like it would ruing the story if you knew what was going on so, it s a surprise
Warnings- language like usual, angst
A/n ok so im like super proud of this cause I’ve had this idea for a really long time and i like how it turned out. Let me know what you think!!!
You sighed, leaning forward on the counter and tapping your fingers against the wood, leisurely scrolling through tumblr to pass the time at your job. You were bored out of your mind. Every Friday, you worked the night shift at the small little coffee shop you worked at. It was easy, hardly anyone came in at night, and you were allowed to drink a few coffee’s to keep your eyes open, so it wasn’t anything too bad. Plus, there was the extra cash, so.
But, above all, there was one major plus in working the night shift, and that was your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He came by to buy a coffee once, you ended up talking for hours, and it just kinda became a thing between you two. Eventually he would bring some snacks, as you often got hungry in the night, and you would sit together and drink coffee and eat snacks with him. Well, you ate, he refused to lift his mask that high, and you respected him as to not lose his trust. Of course you wondered who he was, when you first became friends it killed you (not to mention something about his voice was so familiar), but you accepted his secret and let it be.
To be honest, you really enjoyed his company and looked forward to these Friday nights. You didn’t know how many times you had refused to skip a week of the night shift in order to go out on a Friday with your friends. They all eventually learned to plan their nights out on Saturday. You didn’t want to ditch Spiderman, or have him worry. He had freaked out once when you were sick, thinking something had happened to you, and you thought it was really sweet. You worried about him too, a lot considering what he did. He rushed off all the time in the middle of your conversations, and most of the time you wouldn’t see him until next week. Of course you would see on the news that he was fine and had taken down the threat, and that would put you at ease until the next time it happened.
It was dumb, and you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but have a little bit of a crush on him. He was sweet and kind to you, and you loved being around him. You knew you had no chance, you didn’t even know his name for god’s sake, but it was a nice thought. Not, that you thought about it often. You definitely didn’t daydream about him romantically taking off his mask and taking you into his arms before kissing you and-…no, you definitely didn’t think about that.
A few months ago, the light almost silent sound of someone landing outside your stand would have scared the shit out of you, especially at this time of night. But you were more than used to it now, and smiled as you turned around and saw the mask of your favorite superhero.
“Hey Spidey,” you leaned on the edge of the counter to greet him before turning to make his usual espresso, “Slow night?”
“Ya, but hey I’m not complaining. In this business, you don’t want a busy night.” he said with a dorky giggle at the end.
You had to stop yourself from swooning. God, he was just so cute!
“Can’t argue with that.” you handed him the coffee, and as usual, he tried to hand over the money but you pushed it back, “How many times do I have to tell you, Superheroes drink free.” You winked.
Although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling he was smiling, you could tell from his voice.
“Thanks (Y/n). So how’s your week been?” he asked.
You went into the usual retelling of your week, as he listened intently, lifting his mask just enough to get the straw under and to his mouth. He then followed with his own stories from the week, which you often argued was the more interesting part of your conversation but he insisted he liked yours better.
“But by far the worst part was when this dude tried to tase me.” he chuckled, and you too couldn’t contain your own giggles. Just imagining him swinging around trying to avoid getting tased.
“Hey, it’s not funny. See, this is the kind of thanks I get for trying to protect you citizens. I was promised the pretty girls would be swooning over me, but instead all I get is laughed at.”
You only laughed harder, until his words processed in your minds, “Wait, you think I’m pretty…?” you trailed off, your amused smile turning to a hopeful one, and you prayed he didn’t pick up on it.
His whole body seemed to go rigid for a split second as he himself realized what he had said, “Uh, I um- I mean uh-” he floundered for a moment, reaching up and running the back of his neck while looking anywhere but at you as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then he froze, looking off into the distance.
You knew that look. His spidey-senses were tingling.
And the moment was gone.
“It’s ok, go save the city.” You smiled, playfully nudging his shoulder.
He looked at you, and you wished you could see the emotions on his face, but all you got was a rushed, “Bye (Y/n). See you next week.”
And it was over. Just like that, the best part of your week had gone by, and you would have to wait a whole seven days before you got it again.
During rest of your shift, and the moments up to when you fell asleep that night, all you thought about was him. Or, more specifically, what would have happened between you and him if he hadn’t had to go at that moment. That night you dreamt of him, or at least someone like him.
Slamming your locker shut, you dropped your head onto the cool metal, “I definitely bombed that test.”
“Same.” your friend mumbled, her eyes fixated on her phone.
“Seriously am I crazy or was that nothing like the study guide?”
“Both.” she winked as you began to walk towards your car.
You laughed, climbing into the driver’s seat as she got into the passengers.
Looking through the rearview mirror, you froze as you saw an oh so familiar car pulling up.
It was Tony Starks. Or, rather, his drivers, coming by like he did every Monday to pick up Peter.
You felt the air drain out of you as you saw Peter run out of the school and into the car, the tinted windows preventing you from seeing anything else.
You gripped the steering wheel and tore your eyes away, looking down. It was ridiculous really. It’s been so long. Why did it still hurt so bad just seeing him?
“Hey,” you felt a comforting hand on your arm, “Does it still hurt that much?” she asked.
She was right to be surprised, it had been almost two months since you broke up with Peter, and as bad as you wanted to, you just couldn’t move on. It was like something was keeping you hung up on him.
He was the first significant other you had really loved, but you never even got the chance to say it. After just over a year of being together, he began to grow distant. He would disappear, miss dates, ignore texts and calls. And the weirdest part was when he would show up with random bruises and cuts. No matter how much you begged, he wouldn’t explain. According to Aunt May, he was sneaking out at night and not coming home till the morning. Not to mention his sudden friendship with Tony Stark, which he claimed was an internship, but he never went into too much detail about it.
It was all just too much. The lies and excuses drove you insane, and you eventually forced yourself to end it. He had just stared at you with huge eyes when you did it, and you knew if he had simply asked you to stay, you would have. But he didn’t ask. And you didn’t stay.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.
Standing by the window of your coffee stand, you impatiently tapped a beat into the counter. Your coworker was 30 minutes late with no explanation as to why, which meant you were stuck here until her or your boss showed up, whichever happened first. It was almost 9, and you had a crap load of homework to do, but you were stuck in the goddamn stand.
You folded your arms before resting your head on them. A few minutes passed before you heard the sound of a car pulling up.
When you looked up, and saw a van about twenty feet from the stand.
The side door slid open.
“What the hell…?” you mumbled, standing up straight.
As soon as the words left your mouth, a man jumped out and began firing at the stand with a machine gun.
You shrieked, and dropped to the ground, covering your head.
The firing didn’t stop, and you began to crawl towards the back door, but as you reached the door knob, it was pulled open. A man stood outside, and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet and dragging you along with him.
He pushed you forward to the center of the group that had exited the van. They didn’t seem like anyone special, just a group of very scary looking people.
You tripped and just barely kept your balance, looking around at the circle that had formed around you.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Call him!” a girl spat at you.
“W-what?” you stammered, “I don’t know what your talking about please-”
“Don’t play dumb with us. You dont think no one’s noticed the Spiderman coming here every week? He obviously knows you and unless you call him here the next time he sees ya is gonna be in a body bag!”
You flinched back, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know who he is he just stops by to talk i really don’t-” you screamed as one of the fired into the air.
“Just kill the crying bitch. Leave her as a warning- mmh!” His mouth was suddenly covered in webs before he was kicked in the face.
“Is that really how you talk to a lady?” a familiar voice asked, standing over the guy as he webbed him up.
There was yelling and a lot of gunshots, then for some reason you were laying on the ground.
You could hardly keep up with the red and blue blur that was Spiderman. Watching him fight was mesmerising, nothing like listening to his retellings of it. He always down played his feats.
Then all at once there was a pain in your stomach, and you couldn’t contain your scream of pain. It was like nothing you had felt before.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Open your eyes!”
When had you closed your eyes? Nevertheless, you opened them and saw the masked face you had grown to close too. He had pulled you into his lap and was gently moving your hair out of your face.
“What…what happened?” you breathed.
“You were shot oh god (Y/n) I’m so sorry this is all my fault I should’ve come faster or better yet just never let them get to you in the first place just just stay awake ok Mr Stark is bringing help he’ll fix you oh god-” you couldn’t quite hear the rest of his rambles, but instead focused on the increasing feeling of familiarity. His voice, it made you feel comfortable, and safe, and reminded you of better times. You felt happy, closing your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice, and leaning into his touch. It was soft and loving. And for some reason, Peter was all you could think about. Peter. Why him, why now? Why was he the one?
You could hear him calling your name.
Or, was it Spiderman.
You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to check.
And as you slipped into unconsciousness, there was only one thing on your mind.
He felt sick.
He felt tired.
He felt like he had died.
But he wasn’t the one who had gotten hurt.
He sat in the hospital room, everything a sterile, too bright white. The only thing keeping him together was the sound of the heart monitor. Your heart monitor.
He didn’t want to look at you, he had already seen your skin, which was strikingly pale. He had already seen your face, with dry lips and a tube to help you breath. He had already seen your bandged up stomach, where the bullet wou d had been.
He just wanted to see your eyes. For you to be awake.
But until then, he didn’t want to see you because then it became too real.
He did this too you, and it was killing him.
The door opened, and peter didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
Mr Stark placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Here kid, you gotta eat something.” he place a box on the table next to them.
Peter stayed silent, so he spoke again, “All those times you went on and on about (Y/n) I figured the first time I would be meeting her would be at the engagement party.” he said, trying to lift the mood.
“She wasn’t even my girlfriend.” Peter simply said, keeping his gaze on the floor.
“What? I thought you said-”
“She broke up with me. Because I was keeping secrets. I didn’t tell her cause I thought she would be in danger if I did. And I took her for granted and she broke up with me.” he paused for a moment and Tony heard his sniffling, “But I love her and I couldn’t stay away so I was being selfish and talking to her as Spiderman. And I fell in love with her all over again. And I was an idiot and I almost killed her.”
The room was silent, the steady beating of your heart the only thing making noise.
“You’re right, you were an idiot. You can’t protect people by keeping them in the dark. But this isn’t your fault, kid. You did everything you could, and she isn’t dead, just injured. So my advice is to tell her the truth and pray she’ll take you back when she wakes up. This life isn’t worth losing someone you love over. Trust me.” Tony stood, sympathetically patting his shoulder again, before leaving the room.
For the second time since he had gotten to the hospital, he brought his tear filled eyes up to look at you.
He had missed you more than words could describe. When you broke up with him, he felt his heart breaking, and he hadn’t been able to make himself saying anything. He regretted that everyday. If he had just asked, would he have been able to make you stay?
He took your limp hand in his.
He wanted nothing more but to hold you again, kiss you again.
Finally tell you he loved you.
But for now, this was as close as he could get.
He would just have to wait and hope.
What do you think?? Is it good? Let me know, i love you all!!
Request: could you maybe do a reggie and reader imagine where they have been dating for years but he cheats on her and they break up he tries to win her back but she keeps shooting him down but she has a bad fight with her mom and she doesn’t know where else to go to so she goes to reggie’s and he comforts her and they talk and get back together
You couldn’t get the image out of your head. The thought of Reggie kissing someone that wasn’t you made you sick to your stomach. It was a painful reminder why you didn’t go to party in the first place. Nothing good ever happens when teens have alcohol. It what ended your relationship with him, you couldn’t trust him anymore.
“Babe I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing” Reggie begged you and tears were forming in his eyes. He didn’t want all of the years that you guys been together to end over some stupid drunken mistake that he had made.
“Please stop Reggie, it’s too late we’re over” You said as tears were falling down your cheeks, you loved him but you couldn’t have him anymore. You felt like all of your air was getting pulled out of you as you try to breath through the tears.
“We can fix it Y/N, don’t give up on us, not yet” Reggie pleaded he was losing you, something that he never thought was possible and it was his own fault.
“You already did Reggie” You let out while your voice was cracking “You broke us”
You sat down at you lunch table, facing away from the football team so you didn’t have to look at Reggie. Betty looked at you as you sat down on side of her, you never sat there. But it came to her mind when she heard the football team laughing from behind her. Reggie, was why you were sitting there.
“You okay?” Betty asked as you finally settle down in your place. You phoned her the night you guys broke up so she knew what had happened.
“Peachy” You said as you took a bite of your sandwich, listening to Veronica and Kevin conversion.
“So Y/N” Veronica started to say as she turned her head to face you “What’s with Reggie and you?” You looked at her figuring Betty already told her but you guessed not.
“Nothing” Veronica leaned over the table and teased
“Come on now Y/N, you don’t just break up with someone like Reggie for no reason. So what is it? Did you start a new high school affair? You lost your breath at Veronica’s last few words. It was hitting to close to home for you. Pushing your tray forward, you quickly got up grabbing your things. Not wanting to let anyone see your tears fell, you ran away to go hide somewhere in the school.
“I told you not to say anything Veronica” Betty shouted just enough so them at the table could heard it.
“I didn’t think much of it, what happened.”
“Reggie cheated on her V” Betty told her as she rolled her eyes, leaving to go find you in the school. When you ran out you didn’t see Reggie watching you. He knew you were gone to cry about what he assumed to be him. He knew you better than anyone, one little look at you he could tell that you were broken. He was the one that caused it and now he wanted to be the one to fix it.
“Hey can we talk?” You heard a voice said as you put your books away. You looked up and came face to face with the last person you wanted to see, Reggie.
“There’s nothing to talk about” You told him as you shut your locker. You looked down the hallway looking for Betty, so you could leave. You didn’t think you could look at Reggie yet, it hasn’t been that long. Plus you were sacred that if you did, you would fall into his arms since you miss him so much.
“Us. That’s what we need to do, not just ignore each other” Reggie said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was frustrated with himself mostly, knowing that he wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for himself.
“There isn’t an us anymore Reggie, get over it because I have” You left Reggie standing there as you saw Betty so you could go home. You knew he knew you were lying after all no one knew you better than Reggie did.
“THEY NEED TO BE BETTER” Your mother shouted as you guys and your father stood in the living room.
“Mom their fine, one B isn’t going to hurt” You said. Your parent or more like your mom have been yelling at you over the past hour for the B that you got biology. It wasn’t hard to bring it back up and you knew that but your mother wouldn’t listen.
“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME YOUNG LADY” Your mother said as she made her way closer to you. “You live under my house and as long as you do there will be no talking back. B’s aren’t for this family, if you want to be something in life honey you have to get A’s. Your pretty face can only take you so far in life. Men aren’t going to stick around once it disappears for a women who get’s B’s.”
“Honey I thin-” Your dad try to cut in but your mother kept talking not wanting to hear his opinions. It was normal thing for your family, your dad was just to sacred too stand up to your mother.
“You heard me, you will be nothing in life if you keep acting like this. Leave, go on I can’t bare to look at you anymore. You’re a sorry excuse for a daughter.” When you heard your mother’s words you ran out of the house. Tears were flowing but it was nothing new to you lately that’s all you ever seem to be at. You needed somewhere to stay for the night but most importantly you needed someone to talk to you. You never really told your friends about how strict your mother was, only Reggie knew. At this point you didn’t care what had happened to just wanted to see him
Standing on his front porch you knocked, hoping that he was going to be the one to open it. You didn’t want his parents to see you looking like a mess. They would wonder what happened and would start asking questions.
“Y/N” Reggie said as he opened the door taking in your appearance. Your hair was out a place and you had been crying. He could tell from your bloodshot eyes and your wet cheeks. Not saying anything he opened his arms letting you fall into him. You cried into his chest as he carried you up to his room. He knew it was something with your mom, you wouldn’t just come to fix what he broke. He held you for what felt like hours, comforting you making sure you were alright. Not asking questions since he knew you would talk when ready. It take didn’t much longer for your tears to stop falling. You finally lifted your head up from Reggie chest and looks into his brown eyes.
“It’s my mom” Reggie nodded he knew it was but he let you keep talking “I was having trouble with biology and ended up getting a B. Mom wasn’t happy when she saw the mark and started to yell at me. Saying things like I’m just a pretty face and will never make it in life.” You rolled you eyes at your mom stupidly. “It’s one mark that she can’t see pass, she told me to leave so I did so we could both cool off.” Knowing that was the best option, you and your mother were too much alike to be together when mad.
“Not that I mine having you here or anything but why me? I thought you hated me” Reggie let out nervously, not knowing if he wanted your true answer. You smiled
“I could never hate you Reggie, I love you but it’s just so hard” You said leaning on his side. “Love is hard and I didn’t really know how to react. You kiss her and I..I know you didn’t mean it I was there, you were so drunk. I think when it happened I was lost, I felt so many emotions. I hated you for a moment but I couldn’t stay mad when I saw the regret and guilt in you eyes even as drunk as you were. I love you Reggie that’s not going to change, I just needed time to think and get through it all”
“I love you too, I’m sorry again for the pain I caused. It really broke my heart knowing I was the one who did that.”
“I know so ummm would you try again with me?” Reggie looked at you shocked not expecting that from you.
“Yeah I would love too I promise nothing is going to happen again”
“The only thing is we’re going to start from beginning I got to gain your trust back.”
“Yes anything babe” Reggie had a grin across his face, he’s never felt happier to have a second chance before in his life. You smiled once again at him before you leaned back onto his bed.
“Lay with me for awhile?”
“Of course love” So there you two stayed cuddle into each other’s arms. Both of you guys were happy to be back with one another. You both drifted off from the comfortable silence in the room. It was the first full night sleep you guys had since the break up. You guys were finally back where you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to stay there forever.
a/n : wow! first descendants request! hope you enjoy!
request : Hey, could I get a Harry Hook imagine please. Where the reader is Tinkerbells daughter and comes to the Isle with the others, and had social anxiety and is super shy. And she meets Harry who is impressed by her sword fighting skills. Sorry if this is oddly specific. Thanks.
warnings : none
“Y/N you’ve got to believe me! Ben is really in trouble and Jay and Carlos really are going to rescue him! On the isle!” Lonnie said as you sat on her bed in your guys’ dorm room.
She pulled you so you were standing up. You sighed and said, “Lonnie…you know how I get around people. I’m awful at conversations. Plus, how do you think I would be on the Isle. I wouldn’t survive!” She looked you in the eyes with a very convincing face. “Okay…fine,” you said.
She cheered. “Okay come on!” Lonnie said as she ushered you to the courtyard.
The boys were already getting in the limo, and they tried to get you guys to not come. “Let us go with you, or we tell Fairy Godmother,” Lonnie said with a smirk on her face. Jay gave in and agreed to let you go with them, much to your dismay.
When you got to the Isle, you all made your way to Uma’s ship. “Ready?” Evie asked.
“Let’s do this,” Mal said, and you all walked through the tube into the docks. Mal made her way front and center and let the pirates know she was there. You knew all of them from your History of Villains class at Auradon.
“They’re here!” Gil, son of Gaston said.
“Welcome!” Harry Hook said with his arms wide open. He locked eyes with you and you jumped. He just laughed.
“You good, y/n?” Carlos asked. You nodded.
Uma started to converse with Mal but you were still intrigued with Harry. The way he moved, commanded everyone on the ship, and those arm muscles. But no–you couldn’t like Harry Hook. You were y/n, daughter of Tinker Bell, plus the chances of him falling for you were like the chances of Peter Pan growing up!
You directed your attention to Mal, as she was handing the wand to Uma. You knew it was a fraud and as soon as Uma made her way to the middle of the ship, you started walking away. Uma broke the wand in half, realizing it was fake. “You do not always get to win!” She shouted.
Carlos slingshotted the smoke bombs onto the ship. Colors were flying everywhere, and so were swords. Jay threw you one and you caught it. Most people might think that being shy meant you couldn’t fence, but you learn a thing or two growing up with the Lost Boys.
“You know how to fight, y/n?” Evie asked.
“Yeah, but I’ve never done it against pirates,” you said warily.
She gave you a hug then said, “Duck!” You followed her order and she swung at a pirate coming from behind you. “Look over there!” She said afterwards, pointing at Jay. “Looks like he needs help.”
You followed her finger and looked at Jay, who was struggling to hold off Harry. Your mind told you not to, but you still ran over to help.
“And who might this be?” Harry said in his accent as he turned to face you. You didn’t answer; you were busy fighting. “Who are you?” He shouted.
Your face turned red, much like your mother’s did when she was upset. “Hello Harry…” you swung at him but he blocked it. “I’m y/n, Tinker Bell’s daughter.”
He laughed and tried to take a cheap shot at your legs but you hopped over him and soon had him pinned against a pole. Harry smirked and said, “Looks like our little fairy can fend for herself.”
You kneed him in the groin and when he fell, his hook sprawled across the ground. You quickly snatched it and said, “Hmmm…I see you don’t actually need this?” Then you held it over the edge of the ship.
He stood up and said through a strained voice, “No…please.”
You just walked over and handed it to him. You pecked him on the cheek and whispered, “Since you said please.” You hopped off the ship and quickly ran through the tube before Mal kicked the bridge down.
Lonnie, Carlos, Evie, and Jay were waiting for you. Jay cocked an eyebrow and said, “Harry? Really?”
It’s not necessary but you may want to read the original story here: X
•After the threesome of the century both men held you as you panted and shivered. Two pairs of lips pressed sweet, gentle kisses all along your quivering body, until you had calmed down enough that you could finally breathe normally.
•They’d probably tell you how they didn’t want this to be a one time thing, how they actually cared for you and wanted to be with you.
•You’d smile sleepily as you laid peacefully between them, listening intently as they told you just how much they loved you.
•The next morning you wake up to only one pair of arms wrapped around you; Steve’s. you begin to think that maybe you had dreamt the Bucky part but then the soldier comes meandering into the room, some food in hand. “I’ve got a warm bath waiting for you,” He’d smile as he gestured to his bathroom.
•speaking of baths/showers it wasn’t exactly easy to fit two super soldiers plus another human being into your small tub. Showers weren’t much better, the amount of times Bucky nearly fell and busted his ass open were innumerable (he was surprisingly clumsy)
•The three of you immediately start a relationship, a secret one of course. After all what would the press think if they saw America’s two wonder boys dating each other and another person as well?
•No one finds out for a long time, no one even knew about the whole thing until the three of you directly came out and stated that you were dating.
•The team didn’t know what to think but eventually they realized you guys were a pretty damn cute couple (Fewple?)
•Eventually the three of you come out to the rest of the world, huge mistake on your guys’ part.
•dealing with the press was always hard, they were always so judgemental and snide about the fact that three of you were dating.
•The fans were even worse. The amount of times the three of you had been victims of unprecedented crimes were innumerable but as you laid in Steve and Bucky’s embrace, both of them sleepily kissing you you realized that it was all worth it.
•The three of you had to have sex at least once every day. Turns out the two super soldiers can actually be horny beasts.
•The boys could easily recover within minutes after their orgasm but you weren’t a Supersoldier and you needed time. The boys would always hold you and kiss you, pet your hair and skin as you recovered. They always were very gentle with you, they knew how tiring it was to take both of them so they sure as hell made up for it. They’d probably tell you how good you did, how amazing you felt, praising you and kissing you softly until you were ready for a round 2.
•Neither one of them is kinky, other than the threesome every day thing. In fact they were rather vanilla but you didn’t mind in the slightest. After all, who could complain when you had two men buried to the hilt inside of you.
•Both men were extremely affectionate too, they loved to curl up with you and simply lay there for hours on end. They always had to be touching you too, holding hands, an arm around your waist, a soft kiss here and there. It was almost funny to think that such two strong, dark, intimidating men were actually just giant sweethearts.
•Steve always loved to cook for the three of you and you two loved it as well. Steve was a damn good cook, everything he made was simply delicious.
•The three of you try to bake together sometimes but it
Usually ends in food fights between the three of you (Tony doesn’t appreciate having flour caked into the walls) so instead you just let Steve do all the work.
•The three of you often spend hours watching movies, reading, listening to music, just getting caught up with the times.
•Honestly the Supersoldier sandwich is probably the greatest cuddle position you’ve ever experienced. Being wedged between two of the warmest, comfiest men on the face of the earth was absolutely heavenly.
•Bucky was most definitely the most protective one of the group. Steve could be at times but usually Bucky was the one always guarding the two of you like a hawk. If someone even looked at you differently there sure as hell was going to be hell to pay.
•Steve and Bucky often tell you stories about the war. They’d always get this reminiscent twinkle in their eyes and this soft little smile on their lips, it always warmed your heart to see them regard their past so fondly.
•THESE TWO WOULD SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THEY’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND JUST SWEET, ADORING, DOMESTIC SUPERSOLDIERS THAT IS ALL.