Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.
Charles was a wreck. Buried under blankets and fast asleep, his bed was covered in used up tissues. The top of his forehead peeked out from under the covers and his nose looked red. He was wearing that ratty old Oxford t shirt of his and sprawled on his chest was a copy of Utopia. Charles’ abysmal taste in literature shouldn’t have been so endearing. It absolutely was.
Erik sat down in the chair next to Charles’ bed and reached for his hand. It felt warm and feverish. His pulse was unsteady, worryingly so. Erik traced the lines of his hand and reassured himself that nothing was going to take Charles away from him. Not after everything. He held his hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.
“I won’t lose you, not like this. Get up, you stubborn old fool.”
Some one knocked hesitantly and Erik turned around. Beast was standing in the doorway and he looked very uncomfortable. His eyes shifted to their hands.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all and Erik didn’t give a damn. He glared at him.
“You should have called me sooner.”
“I wouldn’t have called you at all if it were up to me. Charles asked for you.”
“That’s because I’m wanted here. Unlike you.”
“He’s been like this for a week, if you’re not going to help then get out.”
Erik laid one last kiss on Charles’ hand knowing full well how uncomfortable it made Beast. Good.
“I’ll be back in a moment, dear. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”
When Charles woke up his room was filled with daisies. Metal daisies. The ones to his left looked suspiciously like his staircase bannisters. They were beautiful and delicate. They seemed to burst with life and joy. Hope.
Charles smiled. After all these years, Erik never ceased to surprise him.
The door to his room opened and Erik entered carrying a metal tray filled with food. He froze when he realized that Charles was awake. He had been caught doing something thoughtful and now he’d never live it down.
As if to undermine the sweetness of the gesture, he closed the door behind him forcefully to shut out any impertinent people disturbing Charles’ rest. The fact that he was disturbing Charles’ rest didn’t seem to bother him at all.
“Here. Eat.” he placed the metal tray down on the bed and upon closer observation it was a bit of everything. Pumpernickel bread and warm butter. Apple slices. Earl grey tea. Best of all, was the soup. Good lord, it was heavenly. Hearty, warmth and soothing. It seeped into all the crevices of his soul. Charles was going to marry Erik and then divorce him for the soup.
His throat was swollen and he could barely speak but luckily he had other ways of communicating.
where did you get this?
Erik looked anywhere but at Charles.
“It’s my mother’s recipe actually. Rosoe. She used to make it for me.”
Just when he thought he couldn’t adore him any more he’d go and do something like this.
Charles sent him a wave of gratitude and understanding mixed with the ever present fondness that belonged solely to Erik.
Erik smiled in that uncertain way of his. He still didn’t trust happiness, not even after all this time.
Well that just wouldn’t do at all.
He put on his best come hither face. It may have been more effective if he hadn’t sneezed.
Erik laughed, which is all he really wanted in the first place. The man had such a dear laugh.
“Insatiable as ever.”
sit with me
Erik eventually gave in. Charles looked unbearably smug about it. It was a good look on him. No one had the right to look that good when they were ill, it was unbelievable. Unbearable and unbelievable. Just like everything else about him. He couldn’t wait to kiss the smugness off him. A hundred times. A thousand.
Erik cleared a path for himself amidst the pile of tissues, cough drops and scattered books. Took his rightful place on the left side of the bed. He belonged here.
The irritating smile had turned into something gentle and content. Charles knew it too.
If Erik held onto his hand more tightly than usual neither of them mentioned it.
The thing is he could really lay claim to anything. Not to Charles or his bed. Not to any part of him. Not so long as he was Magneto. Charles welcomed him into his home but he could never stay. Never tell him the words that had been burning up in his chest since 1964.
So they lived like this. No man’s land.
“We can’t keep doing this you know. Sneaking around.”
Charles hummed thoughtfully and sipped his tea.
“I can’t climb up your balcony anymore, I have arthritis. Someone is bound to notice one of these days.”
darling, you have many fine qualities but subtlety is not among them.
Erik sat up abruptly.
“All of them?”
every last one. especially after this morning.
Erik glared in a valiant attempt to conceal his anxiety.
“You were supposed to be asleep.”
taking advantage of me in my weakened state? how thrilling
“You are hardly an invalid and it was merely a kiss. On your hand, need I remind you.”
yes, very gallant and very chaste. very disappointing. next time you should kiss me on my-
Charles smiled at him and it was the sun coming up in the morning. It was beautiful. It was the most obnoxious thing he had ever seen in his life. Erik kissed him.
you’ll get sick
“Kiss me back this instant or I swear to god I’ll steal all your cough syrup.”
Charles obliged. Quickly and with enthusiasm.
For the sake of the cough syrup.
Having thoroughly conquered that smug smile, Erik pulled back with a smug smile of his own. Charles looked dazed and delighted. His best look yet. There was another look Erik was partial to but he’d wait until the fever had passed.
He held Charles tightly against his chest. In sickness and in health and all that. Erik really wouldn’t know he had never bothered with that sort of thing. Perhaps he should.
“I think I like you like this.”
don’t be disgusting, i’m a mess
“You.” He punctuated the word with a kiss.“are the most beautiful goddamn person I have ever seen. You are the best person I have ever met. I don’t give a damn about your cold, you absolute idiot.”
that was -
Erik shifted uncomfortably. There was a reason he prefered not to express himself. Ever.
“That was something.”
Yes. Yes, you certainly are something.
The intimacy of the moment was almost intolerable. He had to act quickly before he did something foolish. Run. Move to Barcelona. Propose.
“Right well. Is there anything else you need?”
Charles held onto him tighter as if he knew what he was thinking.
Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.
A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye
“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”
“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”
“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”
“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”
Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.
“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”
“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”
“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”
“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”
Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.
“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”
“Yeah, you got that right.”
Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.
I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.
“Yeah, I think I do…”
“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”
“Well, what did she say?”
“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”
“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.
“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.
“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.
“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”
“Doing it right now!”
I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.
“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”
Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.
“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”
“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”
“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”
“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”
“Yes… is that okay?”
“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”
Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.
“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”
“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”
Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.
“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.
“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”
“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”
I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.
“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”
I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.
Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.
“Where are we going!?”
After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.
When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.
“Tom, what is this place?”
“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”
Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.
“And this is where I blindfold you.”
I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.
“You can take it off, now.”
I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.
Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.
“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.
As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.
Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.
As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.
“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”
I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.
“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.
I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.
“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.
“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”
“The City of Stars.”
Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.
Anon requested: Hello darling! Hope you are doing fine! ;) could I request maybe BTS reaction to seeing you first time in curled hair (your natural hair), because you hate it so much that you straighten it non stop so they even didn’t know that you have curly hair. I don’t know it makes sense, but it’s my personal problem. Having curly hair is hell.
Another request that took too long to get done. Thankfully that was the end of it, I am sorry for taking too long, it’s kinda a bit short as well. Thank you anon for the request, btw I have long, overly wavy hair too, but I haven’t straightened it in like 4 years, too lazy. I feel you tho, enjoy :)
“Oh my God you look so pretty, come here, let me take pictures” he is going to keep talking about it all day, telling you to keep this look on because he loves it.
“There is something different about you today…” he is going to say, not exactly being able to tell what. So when you casually say you don’t have your hair straightened, he’ll look dumbfounded while having an internal struggle like why does she straighten it when it looks this gold.
“Come here and give oppa a hug” but it’s actually just a lame excuse to play with your hair, he will shamelessly ask you to keep it this way as long as he is around, because you look x100 more gorgeous naturally.
When you looked not so confident with your look, namjoon noticed and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, not caring who the hell is in the room, “Just look how perfect my jagiya is!”
“No you can’t be the pretty one in this relationship” he screams while dramatically dropping to the ground, wailing in demand for you to stop blinding him with your beauty and you be like chill man it’s just hair. He put two and two together pretty quickly and put up this act to give you more confidence in your hair.
“Wait here” and then disappeared. No goodbye or anything. He just took one look at you and ran the opposite direction. But when he came back he had loads of hair clips and bunny ears like you look so cute I couldn’t waste this opportunity.
Probably the only member to find it breathtakingly sexy. Biting his lips as he approached you, he pushed your hip into his and whispered in your ear how beautiful you look and that he can’t keep his hands or eyes off you if you keep doing this to him
A/N: sooooo after that mama performance of the holy trinity, I felt some type of way. This is the result, enjoy :)
Word count: 1.215
Dean started to pace around his dressing room, nervously playing with a tiny velvet box in his hands.
When the door suddenly swings open, he quickly put the box in his pocket, hiding his hands behind his back afraid you had walked in, but as he recognized the faces of his good friends Zico and Crush he immediately relaxed.
“What’re you hiding?” Zico says raising his eyebrow at him.
Crush closes the door behind him as he sits down on one of the nearby couches.
“It’s nothing” Dean says sighing, running his hand through his hair.
He couldn’t recall the last moment he was this nervous. Before performances he got healthy nerves, but the nerves he was feeling right now weren’t good for his blood pressure.
He quickly checked his appearance in the mirror and fixed a piece of hair which was parted from the rest.
“Okay, so you’re acting all kinds of weird bro, what’s going on?” Crush says crossing his arms.
Dean looked at the both of his friends who weren’t going to let his behavior slide. He put his hand in his pocket, revealing the black velvet box, opening it to reveal a 3 karat princess cut diamond ring.
Zico’s mouth dropped to the floor and Crush immediately jumped up from the couch in pure shock.
“W-wh-this? H-when? Who?” Zico stammered.
“(Y/n) obviously, dumbass.” Dean said closing the box again
“You’re asking her? Tonight?” Crush finally said, taking the box again to inspect the ring.
Dean nodded. “Do you think she’ll say yes?” he nervously asked biting on his lower lip
“That’s what you’re worried about? Of course she will.” Zico says putting an arm around Dean’s shoulder, comforting him.
“She’ll be crazy not to say yes to this” Crush says playing with the box.
Dean snatched the box out of his hands. “Don’t play with that, it cost more than my apartment” he frowns.
“No but seriously, you’ve been together for 4 years now, she’s not going anywhere. You’ve been through so much together, there is no way in hell she’ll say no” Crush says sitting back down.
“Yeah, yeah I guess.”
“Everybody! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you all so much for the support you have given me for the past couple of years. This year has been especially precious to me as I got to introduce you all to my beautiful girlfriend (y/n)”
The crowd went wild and all eyes were turned on you. You were shocked at his sudden public outburst of affection, something he rarely did. But given the fact it was your 4-year anniversary, you understood a little.
You get butterflies in your tummy as your boyfriend stares at you lovingly, smiling widely holding out his hand
“Will you please come up on stage with me?” he asked.
Your eyes widen and you furiously start to shake your head, trying to get him to stop whatever he was doing.
Zico laughed through the mic “Ah come on (y/n) don’t leave him hanging”
You stood frozen in your place as you felt thousands of cellphone camera’s pointed to you.
“(y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)!” Crush chanted to get the crowd going.
They all joined in and with that your legs automatically started moving towards the stage.
As you walk up the stairs onto the stage Crush takes your hand leading you to Dean.
The smile on his face was contagious so you hide your face in with your long sleeves, eyeing the crowd. The ocean of lights was absolutely breathtaking and you heart started to pound harder and harder in your chest.
You had no idea what he was going to do, maybe serenade you? But you could already tell you were going to have a hard time trying not to pass out in front of thousands of people.
Dean took your left hand intertwining your fingers. You were still covering your gigantic smile with your other hand as he never lost eye contact with you.
“Jagi” he sighed
The crowd screamed in response to his voice.
“I just wanted to tell you that you make me so happy” he started.
“aaaaaaaaaaawwhhh” Crush said teasingly.
“Give me a moment guys” Dean joked to his friends who were standing next to the two of you, with their arms around each others shoulders, and with that you knew something else was up.
Dean smiled at you sweetly. “We have been through more then anyone can imagine in the short 5 years we’ve known each other and the 4 years we’ve been dating, I literally fell in love with my best friend and I don’t know what I did to deserve you” he says sighing and looking down.
Tears start to prickle your eyes at his sudden confession. You love him so much it’s almost annoying.
“With every choice I make I think of you, you just make me a better version of myself and I don’t know what I would do without you”
The crowd was silent but all of the flashlights were still focused on the two of you.
You looked around the crowd, people were looking behind you so your eyes followed.
A picture of you and Dean smiling at each other was displayed on a huge screen. You’ve never seen that picture before, but it was already your favorite picture of the two of you together.
You both looked truly happy and carefree. Something you wish to always be.
“That” he said pointing to the picture. “Is how I feel every single time I lay my eyes on you.”
He let go of your hand and from there on out everything went by so fast.
He got on one knee, revealing a black velvet box, opening it for you.
You were in complete and utter shock. You would have never seen this coming, as Dean didn’t seem like the type to feel the need to claim you with marriage.
Of course you’ve talked about it, but never in a serious matter, and since this was happening, he was down on one knee in front of you showing you such a beautiful ring held by the most beautiful man, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing anymore.
How did you become so lucky? How did this even happen? Where did those 4 years of your life go, because to you your relationship with him never got old.
Every time you see him you fall in love all over again. You don’t know why but you were always a little self conscious about yourself, thinking he could find a better girlfriend, but this just took all of that insecurity away.
He wanted you. No. He needed you. And he is all you need as well.
“(y/n) would you make me the happiest man alive?” he smiled up at you.
“Will you marry me?” he says not believing he actually said those words out loud.
Your tears were streaming down your face as you kneel down with him, taking his face between your hands, placing a sloppy kiss on his lips, nodding, resting your forehead against his.
The crowd goes wild.
Zico and Crush started to jump around the stage like happy babies.
“Yes” you repeated.
Dean’s face lit up and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for one of his bear hugs as he kissed the top of your head.
“I love you so much jagiya, forever.”
“I love you too, forever” you say sniffling into his chest.
As requested by anon: Can you make a smutty fanfic of Peter x reader in which the reader takes advantage of Peter after he flirted another girl at the bar? And when I mean advantage I do not mean to slice him in half. B3
IMPORTANT: I feel that the term “taking advantage” implies a date rape setting, which I am not okay with by any means. Please know that in this fic, everything is consensual and positive.
The best way to get
over someone is to get under someone else.
The words echoed through your mind as you nursed a rather
large drink. You weren’t sure what was in it, as you’d just sat down and
pointed to a random cocktail on the menu when the bartender approached you, but
it was strong, and it was working. All the thoughts were slowly seeping out of
your head. The memories of being abandoned that morning were fading. The stress
of work was going away. Everything was leaving, except for those words.
Request:A Bucky imagine where the reader is a part of the team and on one mission she has to flirt and maybe kiss the target to get something. She and Bucky isn’t dating but after the mission he is all like, “You didn’t have to enjoy it so much” and “just forget I ever said anything” ends with a passionate kiss ~You don’t need to use those phrases specifically it’s just to give you an idea @my-unique-mind
A/N: THIS IS 7 FUCKING PAGES ON GOOGLE DOCS. i don’t think you intended this to be this fucking long but yolo. idk im starting to like writing really long fics :) ((ps мое солнце, according to google translate means my sun))
Pairing: bucky x reader
Word count: 3,288 (YIKES)
“C’mon мое солнце!” Natasha yelled over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of you trying to run at her pace.
“Fuck! Are you secretly a speedster like Pietro?” You huffed out as you caught up to her, slowing your run down.
“Ha,” she breathed out, slightly out of breath, “I’m just well trained,” she said with a smirk.
“Awesome, just awesome,” you muttered out as you both headed towards your gym bags on the floor. You plopped yourself next to your bag and pulled out your water bottle, taking a pretty generous sip.
“So, you and Barnes?” Nat said quietly, watching you almost choke on water.
“What about me and Bucky?” You questioned back while trying to remain as cool as possible. Just the mere mention of his name made your heart stutter and you’re pretty sure if you hadn’t just ran five miles with Natasha she would have seen your blush and called you out on it.
“Oh c’mon! You like him,” she said in a teasing tone, nudging your side a bit. All you could do was just giggle and shake your head as you took another sip. Natasha let out a soft laugh at your reaction, getting all the information she needed.
“Ladies,” FRIDAY’s voice rang through the gym.
“Yeah,” both of you say, letting out a giggle after you looked at each other.
“You’re wanted in the debriefing room.”
“Thank you!” Nat replied.
“So glad you could join us today,” Bucky joked as you and Natasha finally came through the glass door.
“Always a pleasure Barnes,” you remarked back, sitting next to him. Steve and Natasha stared at each other before Steve continued informing everyone on the mission.
“Nat, you’re gonna have to get into this guy’s office,” Steve said as he pointed to the picture of a man on the screen, “get the files from his computer and then leave.”
“Actually,” Nat said interrupting Steve, “I think Y/N should do it.” You choked on your own breath as you heard her speak.
Summary – This
story takes place before the events of CA:TWS while Steve is living in DC. Steve sees you every evening on his way home
from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s new HQ. Will he get the courage to say something to
you? Based on Roy Orbison’s song Pretty Woman.
Warnings – It’s
so fluffy, I’m going to die!
Word Count – 808
Notes – Driving
in my car today, I heard a song from the Pretty
Womansoundtrack and the idea for this story came to me. I’m in the middle of my Bucky x Reader series
Your Mission, Should you Choose to Accept
it…and I hadn’t intended to write any Steve fics yet, but this felt
more like a Steve fic than a Bucky one, so there you go. Enjoy!
Feel free to leave any comments, I would love to hear what you think!
Steve rode his motorcycle through the streets of DC every
evening on his way home from the new S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ in Washington DC. His military training had him alternating his
route home every night. Can’t let the
enemy see a pattern.
This night, however, was different. He was stopped at a red light a few blocks
from his apartment building when you entered the crosswalk. You had on a pretty A-line dress that hit you
right below the knees. It was brown with
white polka dots. You weren’t paying any
attention to the man on the bike, you seemed to be in a hurry to get
A sudden gust of wind had your skirt plastering itself
against the entire right side of your body, from your hip down to your
knees. Your hair came loose from the
messy bun you had put it in before leaving work. Turning your head to brush the tendrils out
of your face, you met his gaze. You
smiled slightly before continuing on your way.
Pretty woman, walkin’
down the street
Pretty woman, the kind
I’d like to meet
Pretty woman, I don’t
believe you, you’re not the truth