Prompt: You and Oliver have always butted heads as the leaders of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. When you finally face your problem, a lot more than anger is revealed.
Warnings: A few insults, but nothing too edgy. Maybe uncalled for anger. It gets better in the end I promise.
A/N: For some reason I really had an epiphany or something with this prompt. I’ve had the ideas to write it for a while but didn’t have the time to finish it until now. And I didn’t take years to put out another oneshot!!
Tuesday. Practice day. You could never pinpoint what feeling you had on these Tuesdays. It was a strange mixture of excitement, dread, and a drop of anger that made this day feel like a terribly brewed potion. The first few matches of the year had already passed, and you felt less than thrilled at the team’s performance so far. Of course, things wouldn’t have been nearly as bad if it weren’t for Oliver Wood created a mess whenever he so much as uttered two words.
You cleared your thoughts and took a deep breath. Getting upset would be useless. The past was just that, and you had to focus on future games if not simple for your sanity’s sake. That, and you also had a feeling that if your friends heard you vent all your pent up anger to them one more time they would surely send you to get anger management assistance. You grabbed your broom and began to march down to the Quidditch Pitch. You glanced at the clock before you left, and grimaced. Half a minute late. This certainly was not good news.
The green rolling hills of Hogwarts and the occasional wildflowers were quite possibly the best parts about the Hogwarts outdoors. It wasn’t as daunting as the Forbidden Forest, or as eerie as the lake. Just the right amount of tranquility and fresh nature. Of course, the peace and serenity didn’t last long as you approached the Quidditch Field. Oliver already began his pre-practice pep talk.
“Are you aware of what you make me feel?” “Right now I feel invisible to you.” “That’s when I decided why should I care?” “I’m in this thing alone.” “Open your eyes.” “If you don’t care then I don’t care.” “Chill out, what you yelling for?” “I like you the way you are.” “You’re watching your back like you can’t relax.” “You look like a fool.” “Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?” “Life’s like this.” “Take off all your preppy clothes.” “Can I make it any more obvious?” “What more can I say?” “See ya later, boy/girl.” “Does your pretty face see what he/she’s worth?” “Sorry, girl/boy, but you missed out.” “We are more than just good friends.” “This is how the story ends.” “Haven’t you heard how we rock each other’s world?” “I’ll be backstage after the show.” “I’m waiting in the dark.” “I thought that you’d be here by now.” “There’s nothing but the rain.” “Isn’t anyone trying to find me?” “It’s a damn cold night.” “I’m with you.” “I’m looking for a place.” “I’m searching for a face.” “Everything’s a mess.” “No one likes to be alone.” “Why is everything so confusing?” “This sucks.” “Everything’s changing.” “I’m waking up to say I’ve tried.” “Sometimes I wanna scream out loud!” “All that I did was walk over.” “I wanted to know you.” “Don’t ignore me.” “You don’t want me there.” “I just don’t understand why.” “My head aches.” “And I wanna believe you when you tell me that it’ll be okay.” “I don’t know what to say.” “Tomorrow is a different day.” “It’s up to me.” “I’m gonna do what I have to do.” “Leave me alone a little while.” “I’m not ready.” “Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out.” “Is it enough to love?” “Is it enough to breathe?” “I’d rather be anything but ordinary.” “I want to know that I have been to the extreme.” “Knock me off my feet.” “Let down your defenses.” “I’m trying to keep my cool.” “I’m feeling nervous.” “I know you’re worth it.” “Marry me today.” “Probably because I always forget.” “I always stay up without sleeping.” “Can’t help if I space in a daze.” “I may switch off and go in a daydream.” “There’s nothing else better to do anyway.” “Don’t fall down.” “Don’t get caught.” “And that’s the way it has to be.” “Creativity could never bloom in my room.” “Hang up the phone.” “I’ve seen enough.” “Go ahead and try.” “You don’t know.” “Do you give a damn?” “I might’ve fallen for that when I was fourteen.” “It’s the first time I ever felt this lonely.” “You’re always feeling sorry for yourself.” “You think you’re loveless.” “I thought you’d come around when I ignored you.” “I am still here.” “Doesn’t really matter how I feel inside.” “Life is like a game sometimes.” “You’ve made me trust.” “I’ve never felt like this before.” “It feels so right.” “I guess I never had someone like you.”
A/N: So I’m a totally Dolan Twins fanatic and their Coachella posts have got me in my feels so I decided to write an imagine based on Grayson so, I hope you guys enjoy ♡
warnings: Pretty crappy and horrible time skip transitions so my apologies.
You sat at the counter, twisting left and right as you ate your bagel. You kept glancing up at Grayson who stood at the stove, making pancakes for him and Ethan with his back to you.
The twins had asked you the week prior if you would go shopping with them for Coachella, and you accepted, always grateful to help people out. But, as soon as Ethan let out inside the apartment and you caught a glimpse of Grayson, you automatically knew something was wrong, by the way his shoulders slouched and his eyes were constantly looking down.
You of course asked him if he was okay and he mumbled a yes, kissing your head before going to make breakfast; you didn’t believe him one bit.
Through the whole time of dating Grayson, you have never seen him upset. You’ve seen him angry, embarrass, and of course those occasional sad moments while watching a movie, but him and Ethan both were always so upbeat and happy. This, was something new for you.
You sat your bagel down, taking your phone out your pocket and opening snapchat.
“Whoa Gray! Look at you cooking without your shirt!”
Grayson turned around at the sound of you speaking his name, seeing you sitting there with a grin as you angled your phone at him. He couldn’t help but to grin back, a spike of happiness at your compliment and happy face.
Graysons happy mood lasted through breakfast, but it quickly vanished when you guys slid into the car. You sat in the back, laughing as Ethan went crazy with his dace moves, doing his best to keep control of the wheel in the process.
Grayson was leaning against the door, gazing out the window silently.
You guys pulled up the mall and you all got out. Ethan went ahead of you two, excited to shop. Grayson slowly followed him and you ran up, grabbing a hold of his hand.
“You look good today,” you said, “I mean, you look good everyday. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not looking good. Even in those horrible looking screenshots, you look good,”
Grayson smiled, looking at you as you stared in front of you, rambling on about his appearance. He squeezed your hand, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“You look good too Y/N,”
The shopping portion went rather well. You gave the boys your opinions on their outfits and helped them throw some stuff together, while finding some stuff for yourself; you also made sure to throw compliments at Grayson about his hair every now and than just to see him smile at you. You helped take pictures of them with some fans and some even asked for you to join in the photo as well, which made you happy. Now, the three of you were sitting in the food court.
“Thanks for tagging along Y/N,” Ethan said through a mouthful of food. You smiled at him, shrugging a bit.
“Yeah of course. I’m always glad to help. You guys, are gonna look great at Coachella. Cameron too,”
“And, it’s all because of you,” Grayson said making you smile at him.
“It’s a shame you can’t go with us, but I’m sure New York will be even better,” Ethan said before standing up, “I gotta pee so I’ll be right back,”
You watched as he walked away before looking back at Grayson who sat across from you. He picked at his food, his mood and expression changing within a second. You pulled out your phone, doing your best to not make it noticeable when you snapped a few pictures of him; of course he noticed.
“Why are you taking pictures of me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at you.
“I couldn’t help it, you’re very pretty,” You said still looking down at your phone.
Grayson grinned for about the thousandth time at your thousandth compliment since this morning.
“I like when you smile. It makes me happy,” you said, looking up at him finally.
“I’m always smiling,”
“That would explain why I’m always happy,”
The two of you stared at each other happily. Grayson opened his mouth to tell you something, but was cut off by Ethan running back over.
“Yo Gray, some of the guys are here. They wanna hang for a bit,” He exclaimed before looking at you. “You don’t mind do you Y/N? Being the only girl?”
You shook your head, “Nah. Of course not,” You and Grayson stood, throwing out your trash and following Ethan towards their friends.
Grayson still seemed pretty down, even with the guys being around. He held onto your hand tightly and you listened to their conversations, laughing along to some jokes. They’d constantly bring you in, not wanting you to feel left out, but you didn’t mind just listening.
You heard Grayson sigh quietly and you slowed down your walking pace, him doing the same with out questioning. You waited until the others were out of hearing range before speaking.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, glancing at Graysons now serious expression.
You stopped, causing him to stumble at the sudden action of you jerking him. He looked at your concern expression and sighed.
“Are you sure you can’t come to Coachella? I can pay for you and I’ll also pay for another concert ticket for you and Y/B/F,”
“Gray,” you said sighing, “I told you I was fine with not going. You guys are already paying for Cameron to go, plus I want you to have fun for once without me tagging along,”
“But, it won’t be fun without you,” he said frowning.
“Is this why you’ve been so upset? Because I’m not going to Cochella?”
He sighed, “It’s not just that. You’re gonna be in New York which is across the country. I’m afraid you’re gonna like it better there and not want to come back or you’re gonna run into some hot, 23 year old model and fall in love,”
“First of all, that’s illegal because I’m underage and second of all you’re a hot model Gray. You don’t think I’m upset about you staying here in LA while I’m somewhere else? You’re gonna be surrounded by all these smoking hot girls-”
“You’re a smoking hot girl!”
“I meant girls hotter than me, and I’m paranoid that you’re gonna run into some hot 23 year old model and fall in love,”
“That’s illegal because I’m underage,”
You rolled your eyes at him throwing your own words back at you.
“I’m serious Y/N!” He exclaimed, “It happens in movies all the time!”
You reached up, grabbing his face and bringing his lips to yours. Grayson was caught by surprise, but quickly kissed back, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You two finally pulled away in a time span that didn’t feel like enough.
“I might need a few more,”
You laughed, nudging him a bit, “Later, right now we need to find the guy,”
He groaned, but took your hand away mumbling as he pulled you along.
“There you two are! Where have you guys been?” Ethan asked as you two got closer.
“We got distracted by something, sorry” You said.
“ You okay Grayson? Your face is pretty red,”
Grayson glanced at you before looking at his brother, smiling.
Filling the prompts “your an up and coming actress working in London, so your
friends with British personalties e.g. Nick Grimshaw. Your introduce to Van/
the boys at glastonbury and play it pretty cool, leaving Van wanting you. Then
you go to one of his shows act natural/laid back, attracting Van, leading him
to impress you at the after show party.” “The instagram girl anon
here :) I was thinking of something like Van not really getting it because he’s
not really good with all that stuff and doesn’t really get how you can be
famous just because you post nice pictures!” and “maybe use Lilly
Aldridge interview with Wendy on YouTube about how she meet her husband Caleb
from Kings of Leon as inspo?!?”
Nick Grimshaw is in the fic, but I don’t actually know much about him so his
character is probably wildly inaccurate. Soz.
Fame was certainly something you never sought. Your aim
was to make people happy, glittery, and to hang out with as many pretty girls
as possible. At local events you set up a small booth to give people space
buns, sparkly faces, and very Instagram-worthy photographs. The photos you
posted racked up the likes, and soon enough, you were getting offers from
across the country to come and run tents at music festivals and private parties
for A-listers. With those connections, it didn’t take long before you were as
famous as Matty Healy, Dua Lipa, and Zendaya (maybe only pre-Spiderman though).
The celebrity status was a nightmare, but you were
grateful for any opportunity you got. It was how you were raised to be. Your
name got you into the best parties and clubs, and backstage at any show you
wanted. It was no longer a matter of applying to do jobs, people were booking
you well in advance. So, when Glastonbury rolled around, you got to pick how
you’d spend the time. Nick called and asked if you were going to work it, or if
maybe you wanted to just have some actual time off to relax. He made a good
case, and you eventually left your glittery business in the capable hands of your
team. Your name assigned to the tent would be enough to draw a crowd.
Literally every single person seemed to know Nick. He
was a bouncing ball of punchy energy and quick wit. You held back giggles as he
threw you looks whenever someone hugged him that he clearly didn’t identify as
a friend. The people he did actually love though, were obvious.
“Van!” he all but squealed, and pulled you
towards two guys leaning against a fence, out of the way of everyone else. As
Nick approached, they both pushed their sunglasses onto their heads and smiled.
The taller one hugged him first, then the shorter one. “Van, mate, how ya
been? Larry! What’s up? Guys, this is Y/N, givin’ her a little V.I.P.
tour,” he said, mocking his own celebrity status.
This was requested by lachicadelamanzana : An imagine where Dean and the reader are a couple? One night they argue so she got another room. In the morning he hears her screaming and run to her. The door is close, and when he opens it a demon is trying to take her away? So he save her and fluff😘
Word count: 979
Author’s Note: Writing this really helped take my mind off of all the crap going on right now… I hope everyone likes it :)
“Dean what are you talking about?”
“What do you mean what am I talking about. Y/n you could have died doing something as reckless as that.”
“But I didn’t Dean. I’m fine, and I ended up saving your ass in the end.”
“Y/n, I hate it when you get like this.” He was practically screaming now. “It’s like you’re not even thinking about how it would kill me of you got hurt or worse…”
“But I didn’t.”
“Yeah this time. What’s to say that you won’t go and do something even more dangerous tomorrow?”
“You would have done the exact same thing given the situation. Stop being such a hypocrite!” And with that you picked up your bag from the chair and headed out the door.
“Where the hell do think you’re going?”
“To get my own room, since you just want to sit here and argue without even acknowledging the fact that I saved your life today. Goodnight Dean.”
You exited the room and headed for the front desk, slamming the door behind you.
Dean thought about running after you, but was too irritated to even look at you right now.
With your new key in hand, you walked towards the room, only three doors down from Sam and Dean, but it was better than nothing. The hunt earlier that day and Dean’s unusual anger was all you could think about as you searched your bag for your emergency stash of Jack Daniels.
You sat down on the bed and took a big swig, the liquid burning your throat as it went down. You had been hunting a demon- you guys didn’t know it at first, but the black eyes became utterly clear when you went into the abandoned house on the east side of town.
You finally fell asleep after finishing about half the bottle.
Dean lay awake in his bed, regretting what had happened. He could feel the coldness emanating from your side of the bed. He wanted more than anything to hold you in his arms and tell you he was sorry, but he knew you needed your space. It had been a hard day for everyone.
Dean drifted in and out of sleep until about 6am when he couldn’t manage to fall back asleep. He got up and stumbled into the bathroom, Sam still asleep in the other bed. He took a shower and put on a clean t-shirt before making what he assumed was going to be another horrible cup of motel coffee. He was about to fill the pot, when he heard a blood curtailing scream come from a few doors down. He immediately knew it was you, and before he could say anything, Sam was up, gun in hand. Dean grabbed his Colt M1911A1 off the table and they both ran down the hall.
They didn’t get very far before Sam pointed to a door with a white substance on the handle. Dean brought it to his nose. Sulfur.
“Demon,” the boys said at the same time. Dean tried the handle, but the door was locked. They both stepped back, as Dean kicked the door in. They rushed inside to find you tied to a chair and gagged. You motioned to the bathroom behind you.
“Dean, it’s so good to see you again and so soon.” He knew the voice. The demon from yesterday. She looked to be in her mid-forties, about 5'5", slim frame with long black hair.
“Sadly I can’t say the same.” He smirked.
She grinned at him suspiciously. “Now you three have put quite a damper on my weekend, I guess you could call this payback.”
She slammed them against the back wall, knocking Sam out and causing Dean’s gun to be tossed from his hand, and then she turned back to you with a punch to the face when you tried to scream.
“Bitch!” Dean yelled.
She turned back to face him, now twirling a knife in her hand. “Such mean words from such a pretty mouth.” He looked at her in disgust.
Meanwhile, you had finally managed to cut through your restraints with a loose nail from the chair. You freed your hands, and dove for Dean’s gun in front of you, shooting the demon twice in the back. Catching her off guard, Dean was released and began the exorcism. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas,”
She fell to her knees in pain. “Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te…cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare…
She tried to fight back and distract Dean, but her strength was failing. "Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis…Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine…quem inferi tremunt…Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”
You both let out a sign of relief as the black smoke left the room and stared at each other for a few moments. You both turned your heads to the sound of a groan. Sam sat up, clutching his head. “What’d I miss?”
Dean chuckled as you stumbled to get up. Dean was there in a second and engulfed you in his arms. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you.”
You looked up into his emerald eyes. “You were right though. What I did was dangerous and pretty stupid. I’m sorry too.”
He held your face in his palm. “I just don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you.” He leaned his forehead against yours.
“Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m right here, and I always will be. I love you.”
“I love you too.” With that, he leaned down, kissing you in what felt like forever, and you never wanted the moment to end.
2D shifted his weight on his feet, tapping his toes against the floor as he glanced at the long line in front of him. Although his intention was to blend in, his height and getup made him appear slightly suspicious, earning a few skeptical side glances from nearby customers. He paid them no mind, only focusing on the disappearing customers in front of him. When it was finally his turn at the cashier, he settled on staying there to drink his beverage as most of the people in line took their beverages on the go.
Drink in hand, he looked to see if his favorite spot by the window was available. Only a few people sat in the small coffee shop so he wouldn’t have to worry about possibly being recognized. He noticed someone sitting a few seats behind his usual spot and passed them by, glancing down at them without any specific interest. When he sat down, he then realized who that specific someone looked like and panic began to wash over him. He wondered if they had noticed them or if it was actually who he thought it was and not his mind playing tricks on him.
Clutching his drink tightly, he turned his head slowly to look back at them. Coincidentally, they looked up from their book at that moment and they made eye contact. He turned around quickly mentally cursing as his suspicions were indeed correct and prayed that they didn’t recognize him. When he heard the sound of wood scraping against tile and approaching footsteps, his legs began bouncing in suspense.
“Oh, hey… Y/N!” he said, the feigned happiness in his tone coming out a bit too aggressive than anticipated.
“How are you?”
“That’s good, I’m glad to hear that,” you say truthfully, “I called but I never heard back from you-”
“Y-yeah, sorry- Things got pretty crazy- and you know…” he stammers, your sincere face making him uncomfortable. “Uh, do you wanna sit down?”
“Well, I don’t wanna bother you-”
“No, no! It’s fine,” he says and watches you take a seat, reading out loud the name of the book you place down on the table, “Steal This Book…”
You laugh nervously, “Yeah. I always loved the book since you showed me.”
His heart sinks into his chest upon hearing that, an uncomfortable silence passes between you two. You glance out at the window next to you, unaware of the fact that he’s staring at you.
“So, how is everyone?” You initiate, which sparks and what feels like endless conversation between you two as both of you make up for lost time. His occasional pun makes you laugh sweetly and he didn’t realize how much he missed that laugh until today. By the end of your conversation it feels as if you never lost contact with him and he can’t help but feel that all too familiar uneasiness in his chest again.
Your laughter subsides and your smile fades as you nervously twiddle your fingers together, centimeters from his own, making his heart leap in anticipation, “Hey, um… The fair is opening again this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”
He smiles, feeling incredibly overwhelmed with joy over the fact that you wanted to see him again, “Yeah- I’m not… Yeah.”
You smile too, “Well… it’s getting pretty late, it was nice to see you again and I’m glad you’re doing well,” you say.
“Yeah. You- too,” he says shifting his eyes.
You grab your book and stand up, he joins you, pushing your chair in. You turn to face him without realizing he was that close, brushing your chest against his momentarily, “Oh,” you laugh nervously, as does he, “Alright… so I’ll call you?”
He nods and another silence passes before you hug him quickly. He doesn’t react quickly enough before you pull away, “Bye, Stuart.”
“Bye…” he says quietly as he watches you walk out of the shop completely unaware that you’ve already moved on and he hasn’t.
A/N: PEOPLE ARE STARING AT ME AS I TYOE TJIS ON THE VERGE OD TESDS JGJFJSKZ
AN: This gif is exactly why I want to marry this man ^^^^ no further explaining needed, I need this goofball in my life XD. Anyway, I got two requests that I wanted to link together, I hope that is okay with both of the requesters! You are helping me to get through the inbox faster if that makes it any better! Thank you so much to the anon and grungeliker for the requests! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any and all spelling errors! Enjoy! Xoxoxoxoxo :3
Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader ((And a little Steve X Reader just cause XD))
1.) Hex i love your Blog and writing! Could you maybe do a pietroxreader where the reader is Tony’s daughter and pietro is in love with her? Thank you very much ❤
2.) I really love our imagines ^-^ could you do one where the reader mistakes pietro for tony at night and slaps his ass, and then he bugs the reader about it all the time after?
((Sorry about combining them, I really hope that’s okay!))
Warning: a wee bit of making out, nothing crazy
“Ass Slapping and Lip Smacking”
You had made of horrible mistake.
You knew right off the bat that the ass in which you had just hit was in fact not Pietro Maximoff’s, but rather that of your father, Tony Stark.
In your defense, it was late and the lights in the kitchen were dimmed, and with his shoulders slumped over the counter you couldn’t tell that it wasn’t Pietro.
You, of course, was just planning on hitting his butt playfully, nothing too intimate about it. Sure, Pietro often flirted with you, but it wasn’t a full blown relationship. Your father would absolutely blow the roof off of the tower if he learned that you and Pietro were a thing.
“Aye, kid, what did you do that for?” Your old man grumbled in surprise, rubbing his hand over his butt where you had just smacked.
You couldn’t move, all you could do was swallow and lick your lips nervously. Man, it was times like this that you wished you were Pietro, then you’d be able to run away in less than a second.
“I…I thought you were someone else.” As soon as the words left you mouth, you practically kicked yourself in the back. That was one of the worst things that you could have said.
“And who would that be?” Your father asked casually, turning to face you fully and crossing his arms over his chest. An amused grin spread over his face.
“None of your business, dad.” You grumbled, copying his posture.
“No spawn of mine will be telling me what is and isn’t my business.” He said, puling up a kitchen stool in front of him and pointing to it. “Sit down and tell me all about the mysterious person who’s ass you want to smack.”
You sighed and plopped down on the stool, looking up at him with tired eyes
Why did you come to the kitchen? Why did you think it was smart to smack his butt? Why?
“Is it Rogers? Do you have a crush on then human popsicle? Or maybe Bruce, Clint?” Your dad said, gagging a little at the image of his daughter and Steve together.
You just laughed and shook your head, smirking up at him. If there was one things that you most definitely inherited from your father, it was how to be a pain in the ass (both figuratively and literally, apparently).
You weren’t going to crack and tell him, you were a pro at keeping your mouth shut.
“Y/N…” He warned, then sighed when he saw that you weren’t going to give in. “Fine, I’ll just find out on my own.”
“Can you help me out, Y/N?” Steve asked, coming up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.
Tony was watching you all across the room, and thank goodness that you were the only one who saw him making kissy faces and fanning himself hen Steve spoke to you.
Is he the one? You saw your dad mouth from across the room, and you just stuck out your tongue to him and turned back to Steve.
“What do you need?” You asked sweetly, playing it up as much as possible without looking too weird. Your father just shook his head at you.
“Well, I was wondering if you would help me wash my motorcycle? I know that you had mentioned that you weren’t busy before so–”
“I’d love to.” You smiled at him cheekily and bit your lip, even adding in some hair-twirling. Steve, being the innocent man he is, didn’t pick up on any of it, but your father was rolling his eyes.
Surprisingly, Pietro was also glaring at you from where he sat on the couch in the room. Well, not really at you, but rather at Steve. It was strange, you had always gotten the impression that Pietro and you shared a mutual I-care-about-you-romantically-but-let’s-just-be-friends sort of agreement just for the sake of keeping things simple, yet, him being jealous may be one of the most attractive things you have ever seen.
A small blush crawled up your neck as you pulled Steve by the hand to the garage where his bike was, there was no way that you were going to let your dad see that interaction between Pietro and you.
Steve slapped a dripping cloth in your hand, all covered in soap suds. The two of you spent a while thoroughly cleaning every little corner of his bike, making it all shiny and looking new. You knew that Steve took great pride in his bike, so you were glad that you were able to help him out.
Just as you were about to finish up, you felt yourself being zoomed away from the garage and into a… a broom closet?
“What was that about?”
You smiled at Pietro’s upset face and reached up to brush some of his silver waves out of his face. “There was nothing going on, Piet.”
“Then why where you twisting your hair and holding his arm? Oh, and don’t even get me started on how you bit your lip–”
You pressed your hands on either side of his face, holding him still and looking into his bright blue eyes, effectively calming him down.
“I want to be the one who you bite your lip for…” Pietro whispered, looking down at his hands which were playing with the hem of his shirt.
And then you were kissing.
Not your first kiss, but still, it felt new. You had explored your feelings very little with him because of how your father would react to knowing that you two were involved. Honestly, your dad even liked Steve better than Pietro. e thought that Pietro was trouble and a bad influence, he said he never stays put and never listens (which is true, but that is beside the point).
His mouth moved against yours at a faster pace now, his arms circled around you and pulled you against his chest.
“Y/N…” He groaned against you lips as your tongues darted into each other’s mouths.
His hands crept up the skin of your stomach, resting just over your belly button and making you shiver.
“Ah-hah!” The closet door burst open, revealing Tony with a wide grin on his face. Well, that was until he saw who you were in there with. “You’re…you’re not Steve…”
Oh, and how awkward of a position to be in. You both felt frozen, even with his hands up your shirt and your lips still brushing over each other. You couldn’t move.
“You meant to smack…Maximoff’s butt?”
Pietro looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, but you just shook your head at him.
“Daddy?” You asked innocently, seeing as your dad was still processing the fact that you liked Pietro.
“I’ve decided what I am going to do.” Tony said after a moment.
“Give us your praise then close the closet door again so we can keep making out?” Pietro said hopefully.
“Nope.” Tony cracked his knuckles. “You better run, Maximoff. If I catch you I’m going to ruin that pretty little face of yours.”
**A/N: Yeah, I finally posted again… crazy, right? xo - Sophie**
Ponyboy: You were walking out of the movie house, on your way to meet a couple of friends at a little store a few blocks away. You simply minded your own business, growing more and more excited to meet your friends. You hadn’t had the chance to see them since the last day of freshman year. Summer was finally here, and you had to search and buy some cute clothes. You were set on reaching the store, until your attention shifted to a young boy far ahead of you. He looked around your age. You tried to study his appearance as you got closer to where he sat: he had light-brown, almost red, hair full of gel. You kept walking and paying attention to him, not realizing that you had already past the store. You snapped out of your reverie, finally taking the chance to observe your surroundings. You were lost for sure. Ponyboy after a few moments noticed your approaching figure, turning to look up at you. He tried to get your attention by coughing, and the cough was followed by a deep breath, “Are you lost, ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.”
Johnny: You were at the drive-in when you met Johnny. You were alone, though; you had originally come with your older sister, but she ditched you to go flirt with some guy. You weren’t going to lie: the guy she was flirting with was cute, but not cute enough to momentarily ditch your family for. You were front row, trying to hide your annoyance as you saw your sister speedwalk over to the guy. You sat for minutes, nearly zoning out until you felt a presence behind you. You heard a gruff laugh, and another voice trying to shush the person laughing. You shook it off, thinking the two troublemakers would get their act together, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned only to meet a pair of wide brown eyes staring right back at you. You knew who these eyes belonged to, though: Johnny Cade. You had gone into some internal shock. You loved how his eyes looked at that very moment. Hell, you always did. You looked next to him, only to see Dallas Winston, the great hood, smirking at his friend. “Go on, Johnny. Like we practiced,” Dallas whispered, nudging his side. Johnny’s eyes went wide, and he gulped. “Well, um, D-Dally thinks you’re kinda cute, but I don’t… I think you’re absolutely gorgeous!” And at that moment, you faced the fact that you were sold.
Sodapop: You got a call from your cousin, Steve. “Hey Steve, how’s work?” you asked. “Pretty good, I guess. I just finished up working on a car, so I’m going on a lunch break. Want to meet? I miss my cousin!” You laughed at his statement, “Aw, Steve! You just saw me last weekend! But I’ll go. I’ll be on my way to the DX to pick you up!” With that, you hopped into your old car and sped off to see Steve. You finally arrived, nearly jumping out of your car to go inside the station. You recognized Steve’s figure inside, and you opened the door. “Hey, Steve! You ready to g- oh, sorry,” you blushed, realizing you interrupted a conversation he was having with a co-worker. He looked at you, motioning for you to come closer. “Took you long enough! (Y/N), this is Sodapop, my best friend. Soda, this is (Y/N), my cousin. I’ll be back out, let me pick up my switch from the back.” And so he jogged to the back of the station. You and Sodapop shared your hellos and startede small talk, which led into an interesting conversation full of jokes and laughter. You couldn’t help but secretly gawk at his movie-star looks. Bright brown eyes, dark gold hair, and a killer smile paired with an extremely defined jaw line. After what seemed like forever, Steve finally found his blade. “Looks like Steve here’s going to kill our fun,” you joked. Sodapop only laughed more, bringing his eyes to meet yours before smiling again. “You’re real funny, y'know?” You only blushed, and he chuckled. “Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart: if delivering smiles was a profession, you’d be perfect for the job.”
Steve: Your mother was currently putting gas in the car, while you were walking up to the doors of the DX. The line was nearly out of the door, and you groaned inwardly. Your mother was definitely not a patient person! You didn’t need to have her yapping in your ear out of petty annoyance. After an infinity, it was finally your turn. The guy you recognized as Sodapop ran towards the back of the station. He called out the back door, “Steve, get your sorry butt out here! I need to restock the shelves, and we can’t keep customers waiting!” “Calm down, Soda! I’ll be right out!” You heard in response. Minutes were passing, and you started tapping your foot out of impatience. You heard footsteps and looked up in eagerness, only to met by a cute boy and his toothy smile. His smile only got wider, “Wow. Sorry, don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like yours.”
Dallas: To say that your friend’s birthday party was “wild” was a complete understatement. If anything, you didn’t even know where she was! So here you were, with your boyfriend of five months, trying to find out if any of your other friends from school were there. “Babe, she was saved enough to rent Jay’s out for her birthday?!” your boyfriend asked, wide-eyed. You could only nod your head before you spoke, “Yeah, she did. I just didn’t think she’d have the whole she-bang.” There was alcohol, a live band, and enough food to feed a small army. You and your boyfriend looked around even further for familiar faces and your boyfriend had a big smile on his face, “(Y/N), I found my friends, I’ll catch up with you in just a bit. Hang tight!” With that, he was gone in the crowd. You huffed, looking around in a desperate manner, trying to find somebody you knew. Your search continued for a few minutes until you felt a hand wrap around your waist. A gruff, yet smooth, voice met your ears, “‘Scuse me, miss, you taken?” You stiffened, moving his hand from your body. “Yes,” you grimaced, “I am.” You turned to the man after you said that, and froze at the sight of him. It was Dallas Winston. You had only seen him before from a distance but you didn’t think he was that handsome. His arm returned to it’s previous place on your waist, and he guided you to the dance floor. You froze once again, you weren’t going to let him act this way with you! “What do you think you’re doing?! I’m taken!” He only shrugged, his grin only getting bigger, “Doll, I didn’t hear you say 'happily’.”
Two-Bit: You were at The Dingo with your best friend sharing a basket of fries. It would have been some nice bonding time if it hadn’t been for the rambunctious group of boys across the restaurant. You groaned, “Lord, they’re annoying.” Your friend giggled, “But they are kind of cute.” You shook your head, “I’m not going to bother looking. Their annoying ways are already getting to me - their looks won’t redeem themselves.” Your friend only shook her head at you, “You’re missing out on quite a view, I must say.” You sat in silence but couldn’t help asking the golden question, “Greasers or Socs?” “Look for yourself.” You sighed and looked, and your sight was instantly captivated by one guy with greased hair, a Mickey shirt, and pretty intense sideburns. But at that same moment, he looked your way… and it seemed that he was doing that a lot, unknown to you. You broke eye contact, feeling the blush reach your face. Your friend lit up, “I knew it.“ You glanced discreetly at him and saw him say something to his friends, getting up from his seat. "Oh my, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” “Can’t help you there, sugar. Sorry.” your friend responded. And then you heard an unfamiliar voice: “Sorry, but you owe me a drink.” You slowly lifted your head up to meet the eyes of the cute boy. You gulped, “Why is that?” He only let out a hearty laugh, “Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine, darling!”
Darry: You felt as though junior year was going to be horrible for you. You just switched schools and you barely knew anybody except for one or two girls who you were close to becoming friends with. Also, It was only a week into the semester and you already had trouble with the material being taught. One of the girls, Mary, came up to your locker one day and asked you something you never thought you’d hear so quick into the year, “Hey (Y/N)! Listen, there’s a little party that’s going to happen at my house. I’m inviting everybody, especially the cuties from the football team,” she winked, “Anyway, I thought you’d want to come too. I wanted to give you a warm welcome to the school and make an effort to reach ou to you. Want to go?” You appreciated the kind gesture and accepted. Two days passed and there you were, standing on her doorstep, too nervous to walk in. You smoothed out your light pink skirt and took a deep breath. You rang the doorbell and some random teen opened it. Mary was nowhere to be found so you just made your way to the snack table and got yourself some punch. You felt eyes on you though, and you looked out the corner of your eye to see one tall boy coming your way, muscles and all. From what you could tell, he was cute. “Hi,” you heard, “I’m Darry.” You turned around and met a chest. Boy, was he tall. You craned your neck to look up at him, only to see the face of a god staring you down right back. He opened his mouth to speak again, “May I just say, you must be one hell of a thief, because you stole my heart from across the room.”
Anon request: Imagine
Vladimir finding out you have a petty fear of spiders or something.
“котенок, I have seen you kill men with bare hands, and you are afraid
of little spider?”. Imagine him chasing you around the house with it,
until you discover/exploit one of HIS petty fears!
“OH MY GOD, FUCK NO, WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK!”
Vladimir is sitting in bed, lazily scrolling through his texts when your shrieks fill the air and immediately sends him into protective mobster boyfriend mode; swiping his glock off the nightstand and jumping out of bed in one swoop.
Just as you’re backpedaling out of the bathroom – wrapped in a towel with a look of horror on your face – Vladimir rounds the corner, colliding into you and causing you both to swear profusely.
“Dammit, Vlad, that hur- THE FUCK IS THAT OUT FOR?!” you yell in bewilderment at the sight of the handgun gripped in your boyfriend’s tattooed hand.
“You were fucking screaming, Y/N!” he yells back, pushing you aside to peer into the bathroom, utterly confused and aggravated by the unperturbed environment.
“Yeah because I went to shower and found a fucking mutant spider there!”
“A spider?!” Vladimir sputters, his eyes narrowing in disbelief as he looks back at your pale countenance, the way you’re biting your lip in apprehension.
He can’t believe his eyes. His girlfriend, a woman who matches his ruthlessness blow for blow, a woman who he’s watched disarm his best lieutenants while still wearing heels, this badass woman is terrified of an insect?
“Yes, a spider, now go be my boyfriend and fucking kill that son of a bitch!”
Vladimir looks at your nervous face and wide eyes and looks slowly back at the bathroom, a wolfish grin breaking out across his face as he starts to snicker uncontrollably and tucks his glock inside the waistband of his sweats.
“What’s so funny?” you demand angrily, wrapping your arms more tightly across your chest.
Vladimir holds up a finger as he fights to control his laughter, finally taking a deep exhale and smirking broadly at you.
“котенок, I have seen you kill men with bare hands, and you are afraid of little spider?
You groan exasperatedly and he starts chuckling again, earning a hard swipe to the shoulder from you.
“Oh my god, Vlad, this is different, this fucker has eight legs, can you please, PLEASE just get rid of it so I can shower?”
Still chuckling, Vladimir kisses the top of your head, softening the irritation that reads plainly in your countenance.
You wait outside the door as he goes in, purposefully looking down the hall – even seeing him go after the spider will send you into full on panic mode.
“Did you get it?”
You sigh with relief and start to move into the bathroom.
“Thanks, babe, I just really fucking hate spi - “
You stop dead in your tracks as you see Vladimir standing there, an evil grin lighting up his scarred face.
“Wanna make sure pest is dead?”
“Vladimir Ranskahov, if you come near me with that, so help me God I will withhold sex.”
Vladimir scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You wouldn’t last.”
“Excuse me?! I’m not the one who has the self control of a horny 17 year old!”
There’s a pause that hangs in the air and you know from the look on Vladimir’s face that you’re in trouble.
You flee out the door with a screech as he lunges at you with the tissue in his hand, laughing as he chases you down the hall and into your bedroom.
You both end up on opposite sides of the bed, staring each other down.
You’re tired and you want to shower and goddamn you just hate spiders and you want to smack the shit-eating grin off of your boyfriend’s handsome face, but you can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Alright, Vlad, baby, if you really love me, you will throw that spider in the trash.”
Vladimir huffs and juts out his lower lip, looking like an overgrown toddler whose been denied candy.
“You don’t fight fair.”
You give him a look that clearly reads “and you do?” and your boyfriend sighs, smiling.
“You are right. But I have proposition.”
You groan at the coyness in his thick accent, simultaneously exasperated and turned on. But two can play at that game.
You cock your hip to one side, biting at your lip seductively.
“What do you have in mind?”
Vladimir’s eyes pupils darken at the lilt in your voice and he motions to the spider in his hand.
“This goes if that goes.”
He motions to the towel covering your naked body and you smile brightly.
You drop the towel, hands on your hips, relishing the way Vladimir’s eyes roam hungrily over the exposed flesh.
He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he moves to the trashcan in the corner, dropping the tissue in before making his way over to you.
You know the look he’s giving you – and despite your claims that you’d withhold sex, both of you are well aware that was an empty threat – but you want to have some fun first.
“OK, time to shower, thank youuuu!”
You grab your towel off the ground and sprint out the door, giggling as Vladimir chases after you again, this time actually catching you and bringing your lips to his in a fiery kiss.
You break the kiss only to tilt your neck to Vladimir, inhaling deeply as his teeth rake over the exposed skin, biting to leave bruises as usual – making his territory to any men who would dare hit on you.
You knot your hand in his blond hair, eyes closed as you revel in how good he feels. But you aren’t going to concede that easily.
“I’m still mad at you, Volodya,” you murmur.
“Good thing I know how to change that, mhm?”
You chuckle as Vladimir leaves one final kiss on your throat, pulling back as you move into the shower while he kicks off his sweats and boxers in one motion
You smirk at how absurdly hard he is already, wiggling your fingers invitingly toward you and he steps in, bringing you into his arms as you turn the shower’s handle, warm water cascading down both of your eager bodies.
His hands work your ass possessively, aggressively; a sharp contrast to the softness in his voice as he murmurs in your ear, “Still love me, yes?”
You sigh contentedly, turning to wrap your hands behind his neck, pulling yourself flush against him.
“Of course,” you say affectionately. Now it’s your turn to bite at his neck, murmuring in between nips, “Even if you are a shithead sometimes.”
Your joined laughter echoes around the shower, Vladimir tilting your head back up to bring your lips to his before he pushes you roughly up against the glass door; one hand squeezing your breast while his other moves downward; his triumphant smirk pronounced at the sound you make when he shoves two fingers inside you.
He was right – he always did know how to make you forget that you were mad at him.
2 weeks later
Despite the superb, cathartic sex that had resulted from the spider incident, you were still determined to find a way to get revenge on your boyfriend. But it was hard – for all the fucked up shit he had been through, had seen, had done, you really did know that he wasn’t afraid of much.
Rats were out. So were cats – he called you kitten, for Christ’s sake. He absolutely loved dogs. Wasn’t afraid of heights. You were just about to resign yourself to the idea that his hardening life experience had rid him of any “petty” or typical fears until one lazy afternoon in Central Park.
You convinced him to take a few hours to relax with you – yelling over his usual claim that he was busy with, “You didn’t break out of Utkin to rot inside a garage all day, Vladimir!
He stands there fuming silently until you go up to him, running your hands on his chest and gazing up at him earnestly, the hard expression on his scarred face softening at your touch.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I just miss spending real time with you, Volodya. Not work time, just time for us.”
Vladimir sighs, pulling you close with one arm around your waist; his free hand cradling your head to his chest as his lips brush against your hair.
“I’m sorry too, котенок. I’ll take breaks to be with you and your pretty face more,
да? Starting today?”
You pull away from his chest with a smile that grows wider as you see the crooked smile on Vladimir’s face and you run a hand through his blond spikes.
“I love you.”
Vladimir kisses you eagerly in response, taking your hand in his as he leads you toward the garage’s entrance, shouting in Russian to Sergei who nods, giving you a small smile that you return.
So here you are now, basking in the warm glow of the sun and the feel of grass against your skin; contentedly perched between Vladimir’s legs as his strong hands work through your long tresses, humming while he puts the finishing touches on an intricate braid.
He stops for a second as he reaches for the hairband in your hand, taking a moment to kiss your knuckles and chuckling.
“Tastes sweet. You eat like child.”
You swat backwards his thigh playfully as you laugh with him.
“Hey, I don’t apologize for enjoying my frozen dairy treats; everyone in America here has gotten melted ice cream all over their hands in the summer.”
“нет, I didn’t.”
You roll your eyes but smile as Vladimir pushes your braid tenderly over your left shoulder, bringing his chin to rest on your right.
“That’s because you always inhale yours in like 30 seconds, my dear.”
Vladimir pushes away from you suddenly and you yelp as your support keeping you upright is removed; leaving you laying on your back, stunned on the grass as you look up in utter bemusement.
“What the hell was that?!”
You stand up and turn, staring incredulously at Vladimir standing a solid 10 feet away from you, his eyes wide and his expression nervous.
You see him swallow hard, working to rearrange his features in an expression of indifference and failing.
“Nothing, just, it’s just -” Vladimir points at your hair and then down to your shoulder and you look confusedly until you see a large butterfly perched harmlessly on your skin.
“Oh! Hey there, little guy,” you say happily, reaching your finger out and smiling as the insect flits onto your finger. You look up and dawning, gleeful comprehension takes hold of you as you watch your boyfriend’s jaw clench.
“Volodya,” you ask slowly. “You’re not scared of butterflies, are you?”
You don’t believe his answer for one second, though – why else would he look so freaked out?
You raise an eyebrow, starting forward unexpectedly with your finger outstretched and he recoils immediately, eyes darkening as you let out a triumphant “HA!”
“Y/N, stop it,” he says angrily in his best attempt at his usual snarl, but he can’t keep the anxious edge out and you burst out laughing.
Your Volodya, your intimidating 6 something felon of a boyfriend, is afraid of butterflies.
“This is vengeance! You chased me around the house with that spider, gave me shit about it for days, and you don’t think I’ll make fun of you being afraid of butterflies?! Vlad, come on, look how pretty he is!”
Vladimir glares at the innocent butterfly, teeth gritted as he responds. “They stick to you and you don’t even know. I don’t like them.”
Still chuckling, you get one last dig in as you run toward him, but you don’t expect him to start running and not stop even after you shake the butterfly gently off and onto the ground.
“VOLODYA, it’s gone, come back; you did the same shit to me!
“Don’t care!” he yells back and you groan, muttering darkly as you slip of your flats, putting them in one hand as you sprint barefoot after your stubborn boyfriend.
Vladimir is fast, but you’re faster, and you round in front of him, eyes sparkling and breathing heavily as you face him down.
“Ok, ok, truce?”
Vladimir is breathing heavily as well, his eyes lit up with a different kind of mischief.
“Only if you find good enough way to apologize.”
You shake your head but walk swiftly toward him, relishing the way he bites at his lip as you shove him roughly onto the grass.
You straddle him and kiss him fiercely without hesitation, dragging your nails lightly across the exposed skin near his collarbone and breaking the kiss by pulling his bottom lip with your teeth.
“I think I know a few apologies that you’ll really like,” you purr, moving back down to kiss him, eyes widening in surprise but laughing as you’re flipped up onto Vladimir’s shoulder, catching a flash of his typical wolfish grin.
“You can show me how sorry you am over there, princessa,” he says gesturing to a secluded clump of trees and you smile in satisfaction at his voice; so typically Vladimir, somehow able to be utterly sexy and dark but playful.
He catches your swinging hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it sweetly once again and you can’t help but sigh contentedly – you may annoy the shit out of each other sometimes, but you also love the shit out of each other, too.
A/N: After such a great response to the first part and the several request for a part two… Here it is! I hope everyone enjoys it as much as the first! Oh, and thank you so much for all of the positive feedback! It means a lot :)
Warnings: cute as heck, again!
The sun shone warmly through the large dining room windows. The morning sunshine cut through the tower’s chill like a knife. You relish in the sunlight as you munch on your cereal. The revelations of last night still left a warm, bubbly sensation in your tummy. Your best friend thought you were beautiful. Your best friend who you never realized you’d been crushing on until last night.
“G’morning,” a familiar, yet husky, voice said from behind you. You jumped a little at the sound of Peter’s voice. Your heart began to flutter.
You looked up into his sleepy eyes and smiled almost shyly. “Good morning, sleepy head. It’s nearly 12 o’clock.”
“I was extremely tired last night. And I was having the best drea…” he stopped abruptly as he looked at you, blushing as red as his supersuit. You could feel your cheeks grow hot as well. Was it about me? Peter quickly turned on his heel and shuffled off to the kitchen. You wondered if you should tell him that you saw the pictures. Would he be mad though? Maybe you were just accidentally in all of the pictures. You began to doubt how he felt about you but you shook your head at yourself. It would be very Peter-like to do something so sweet so it must be true, you thought.
Peter joined you at the dining table without you noticing. “Are you alright?” he said, mouth full of Frosted Flakes.
You snapped your head up at him startled. “Yeah, why?”
“You keep zoning out into your bowl. Something interesting in there?” he said teasingly. You made a face at him but smiled. You didn’t realize that you kept daydreaming as you thought about Peter. “Earth to (Y/N). You’re doing it again.” Peter waved a hand in front of your face.
“S..Sorry. I guess I must be pretty tired” you mumbled in response.
“Go take a nap, then. You don’t want to be tired for Tony’s party tonight. Well, Wanda’s party.”
Your eyes got wide. You had completely forgot about Tony’s party. It was Wanda’s birthday. Everyone is going to be there. Well, everyone who wasn’t in hiding. Perhaps this party was just what you needed though. Feelings were always confessed in party scenes. Maybe this would give Peter the courage, or give you courage. “Honestly, go back to bed. If you zone out on me one more time, I’m going to blame it on drugs or the fact that you’ve finally gone insane” Peter said, bringing you out of your thoughts once again.
Your face felt like it was on fire and you nodded, dumping your bowl in the sink and heading off to your bedroom. You were probably more afraid of your feelings towards Peter than he was. You fell back onto you bed and stared at the ceiling, a dumb grin on your face as you thought of telling Peter about your feelings for him. Him kissing you gently. His big hands on your waist. You slowly slipped back to sleep.
You were awoken by loud knocking on your bedroom door. “Yo, (Y/L/N), are you coming down?” Tony shouted from the other side.
As you regained control of your senses, you noticed you could hear the faint drumming of bass from downstairs. The party had started and you were sleeping. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute!” you shouted back. You quickly put on some fresh jeans and a red tee shirt. Running your hands through you hair, you smiled at your reflection. You had dreamed that Peter confessed his feelings to you. It may have been a dream but if shy Peter Parker could share his feelings, you could do it.
You rode the elevator down to the living room impatiently, bouncing from foot to foot. The doors slid open and you pushed into the mass of Avengers and close friends. As you made your way through the crowd, you kept on the look out for Peter.
You finally saw him. He was in jeans and a tighter than usual black shirt. The sleeves clung to his defined arms and you could see his muscles move under his shirt as his shoulders bounced with nervous laughter. He was in a heated discussion with Tony. His face was bright red and he was ringing his hands. As Tony talked, he drank in every word with intense concentration. You figured it was about the work he was doing for Tony so you stayed put, waiting for them to finish.
“Wade. Wade Wilson. But you probably already knew that, gorgeous,” you turned to face the voice behind you. A man in a red and black suit was standing there, his hand extended. As you turned, however, he brought his hands to his face and gasped. “You’re (Y/N)!,” he seemed to look over your shoulder as he said, “I’ll dip out of this fanfiction. Peter already had his eyes on this one.” He then winked and walked away. At least you’re pretty sure he winked. And what on Earth was he talking about and to who?
You shrugged it off and turned back to look at Peter and Tony. Peter was looking at you, his face still red. He looked away as you caught his eye. You could feel a heat rise in your cheeks as Peter started to walk towards you. “Hey Peter. Having fun?” you asked, a bit nervously.
He nodded nervously before opening his mouth and saying, “Did it hurt?”
You looked at him puzzled and figured he was talking about the bruise on your arm from yesterday’s training session. “Well, kinda but not too…”
“Because you’re the only Tennessee… Wait, no that’s not right. Shit.” he said as he looked down at the ground, his face as red as a tomato.
Did he just try to use a pick-up line on you? You stood there with your mouth slightly open. As you processed what had happened, you began to giggle uncontrollably. You placed a hand over your mouth as you stared up at your best friend, still giggling. A smile spread across his face and rubbed the back of his neck with one of his hands. “That didn’t quite go as planned, huh?” you giggled.
He shook his head no and quickly took your hand and pulled you out onto the balcony, catching you off guard. You stopped giggling and stared up into his eyes. The stars were beginning to come out and the sun was just barely above the horizon. The air was cool but slightly warmed by the sun. Peter had a crooked smile on his face as he looked down at you. Was he always so tall? Your heart pounded in your chest. “(Y/N)…” he said deeply.
“Yes Peter?” you replied, blood pounding in your ears.
“Could we take a selfie?”
You stood there once again stunned. “Um, yeah, sure.”
He grinned wide and pulled out his phone. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in close as he held the phone out in front of you two. You smiled big for the picture and so did he. His arm around your waist had that bubbly feeling welling up inside of you again. He pulled away and you looked at the sunset, a little sad about the absence of his arm. “Beautiful…” you heard him whisper.
You nodded in agreement and said, “Yes, the sky is always so beautiful at this time.” As you looked over at Peter, however, he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was staring at you. Your face flushed red and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Not as beautiful as you are all of the time,” he said, obviously finding his courage. “(Y/N), you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on and I want you to know that. No, I need you to know that. That is why I’ve been taking so many pictures. The project was to capture everything you think is beautiful in this world and the only thing I could think of was you.” He let out a shaky breath as he finished. You hadn’t even realized that he had taken your hands in his. You hung on to every word he had said.
Your head buzzed but you could only think of one thing to do. You leaned up on your tip-toes and pressed your lips against his. He leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, but so was he. His lips were softer than you had imagined and you never realized how much he smelt like peppermint.
“The pick-up lines worked, huh?” Tony said from the door of the tower, a big smile on his face.
You and Peter pulled apart and began to laugh. You looked up into Peter’s eyes and said, “I think you’re beautiful too, Peter Parker.” He grinned and leaned his forehead against yours.
He softly kissed your cheek before whispering, “Don’t sneak in my room while I’m sleeping.” He grinned cheekily down at you and you giggled happily.
A/N: This was a lot longer than I intended it to be but I hope you guys like it as much as the first! I think it’s pretty cute! :)
52) It does not take Kankri long to find the Mouse King. The sorcerer, beat-up and filled with vengeance tenfold, awaits him by the castle gate. He may have lost the double-edged trident in the previous battle but he still has the Mouse Queen’s tiara, and he will not refrain from using it.
53) A struggle ensues. Despite or maybe even due to his shaken up state from his argument with Nutcracker, Kankri gives the fight his all, bent on relieving the world of the Mouse King’s evil. He successfully manages to knock the tiara off the Mouse King’s head. The King then knocks him to the ground, intending to silence the pesky human once and for all.
54) While the two are engaged in the struggle for Kankri’s throat, a third party arrives on the scene. His mind half-clouded by the spreading numbness, Nutcracker uses his sharp teeth to crack the magic tiara to pieces. “say hello to the Queen, you bastard”
The Mouse King howls with menace as he is swiped away by the wave of his dissipating magic.
55) The Mouse King is not the only one who seems to disappear. Nutcracker is also starting to wane. The original spell of the Mouse Queen has been broken as well. “nowv you can go back to your family. and it’s time for me to go, too” Only now does Kankri realize what had to be put at stake. The boy is overwhelmed with emotions. “sorry I’wve been such an idiot, Kan. please don’t vworry your pretty face owver this, awv…”
56) As Nutcracker fades away completely, Kankri cannot keep his emotions inside anymore.
57) Falling on his knees, the boy wails in despair as everything fades to white.