Can you do a peter x stark!reader where when he first meets her, she’s sleeping on Tony’s couch in a weird way when Tony’s about to introduce peter to her. Peter just finds it absolutely adorable and when she wakes up and sees peter she gets all awkward while getting off the couch and trips a little. Btw love your blog its amazing. Everything on her is absolutely amazing
a/n - thank you so much for 3k!!! all of the love and support i’ve been getting has made me so grateful, thank you for everything :) hopefully this fic isn’t too trashy and a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The alarm on my phone rang at an amazingly annoying tone for the third time during a 20 minute period. The sun was just peeking through the windows into the living room, having the awakened chatter of the city commence at this hour. The tower was beginning to wake up as the sun rose higher into the sky, while I was doing the complete opposite.
I groaned, lifting my head and scrambling for my phone that was on the coffee table. It was nearly 10 AM, but I didn’t know, and I also didn’t care. I was up until two o’clock in the morning the night before, studying for a test that I would be having later this evening. I seemed to have become so concentrated that my head was on top of my History textbook, having the page still open to the same one from last night.
“Shut up.” I hissed at my phone, squinting at the screen as I turned the alarm off. I hummed in content as I turned my head back around, grabbing my pencil pouch and cuddling it close to my body as I fell back asleep. Considering my situation, and just how lazy I became, I just really didn’t give it a second thought these days. No one would be up here until noon most days, so I was content with it.
I was already too deep in my slumber to hear the doors slide open, only to have my father and someone else come in.
There’s nothing unusual about this particular Tuesday. He wakes up in the abandoned warehouse he’d claimed in North Carolina, on top of an old flea-bitten mattress, and he’s wallowing in his usual morning routine of self-doubt and questioning his life choices. It isn’t until he realizes the sad, pitiful meowing is not coming from the feral cats he tries to feed with what meager income he can get doing odd jobs, but is in fact, coming from himself.
He is a cat.
Derek takes stock of the situation. This must be that witch he met yesterday; he’d politely asked her to move on from this town because her anti-aging potions were giving the neighborhood ladies glow-in-the-dark hair and it wouldn’t be long until she attracted attention– of the local supernatural enforcement kind, meaning packs, meaning emissaries, meaning Derek would have to move on. Yet again. She’d shot some spells at him, ruined his favorite leather jacket, and chased him through the woods where there were a startling amount of hidden cameras. Derek then had to avoid several bungling FBI agents and led them on a merry chase through the woods until losing them, then he headed back to town.
The worst part was that whatever spell it was, Derek couldn’t shift into a wolf. He’d forgotten about it once he got to safety, and there didn’t seem to be any other effects of the spell, but…
Request: can u do a peter parker/spider man imagine where the reader is a nerdy girl whos nose is always in a book and one day shes talking with her friends about spiderman and they run into each other or smth and the cute books falling thing happens and peter does everything he can to flirt with her and ask her out
No spoilers (i don’t think there are spoilers)
AN: I don’t think I proof read this very well
The bell rang to signal the next class. Everyone in Y/N’s class stood up and rushed to the hallways, but Y/N got up slowly, too focused with the book in her hands. She picked up the rest of her books that were on her desk, holding them against her hip and headed towards the door. She finished the page she was on before focusing on the hurdle of bodies in the hallway.
Y/N reached her locker, her friend already standing there waiting for her. “Hey Y/N. How was history?” Michelle asked. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “Same as usual, I guess. I finished my work early so I had time to get farther in my book.” Michelle chuckled, making Y/N give her a questionable look.
“Which one?” Her friend questioned, pointing to the set of books in Y/N’s arms.
She smiled, wiggling one of the books in her hand, with a smile on her face. She then went on and gave her a non spoiler review of the book, in case she wanted to read it. Y/N opened her locker to place her history textbook inside. “So,” Michelle started, “have you seen that video of Spider-Man on YouTube?”
Y/N raised a brow while she grabbed a few notebooks and a couple more books to carry and read through out the day, “Well, I don’t know which one you’re talking about but, I probably have.” She scoffed at herself, slamming her locker shut and moving to walk to lunch.
“Of course you have. Because you can’t have a crush on someone and NOT stalk them,even if nobody knows what they look like.” Michelle said sarcastically, watching the people in front of her bolt to their next class. Y/N lightly shoved her friend, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
Michelle stopped a few steps in front of her, “What?” She asked bluntly. The number of people in the hallway faded out, but the pair took their time to get to lunch.
“I,I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man.” Y/N scoffed trying to defend herself. Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him. He’s the only guy I ever hear you talk about, besides Pe-he who shall not be named.“she corrected herself, remembering their code name, "You’re crazy about him.”
Y/N sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But how could I not like him?” She muttered biting her lip. “I’m gathering that this is no longer about Queens’ web slinger?” Michelle questioned. Y/N looked down, nodding her head.
Y/N’s friend sighed, “If it makes you feel better, I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”
Y/N crinkled her nose in disbelief, “Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Maybe there was something on my face or my clothes looked odd to him. She didn’t want to get her hopes up. Michelle nodded her head, “But he was staring for a really long time. Besides I don’t think he likes her anymore though. ”
Before the conversation could continue, the two rounded a corner but, Y/N was met with the back of Peter Parker. “What are you-Oh shit,” He said as he turned around to see all of her books fall.
“I am so sorry, my friend kind of bumped into me.” He apologized emphasizing the second half of the sentence while glaring at Ned, moving to the ground to grab her books. “Oh hey guys,” Peter’s best friend Ned said to the two girls, giving them a quick wave.
“I’m gonna meet you at lunch. See ya later Y/N,” Michelle states walking away as the bell rang,“You too Peter.” She said giving him a mock solute. Unbeknownst to Y/N and Peter, Michelle gave Ned a look, silently telling him to come with her. He scratched the back of his head, “I’ll just head off with Michelle.”
Y/N moved down to the floor with Peter, to pick up her books. “I’m sorry, I’m just so clumsy.” She said, shaking her head and laughing at herself. Y/N avoided eye contact at all cost, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Peter looked up at her, pausing his actions.
“It’s cute.” Peter said boldly, shocking himself. Peter had a couple of her books in his hand while she had the others. “You have a really good taste in books.” He said, standing up from the floor and then grabbing her arm to help her up after him.
“Thanks,” Y/N said, a small smile on her face. Peter still hasn’t let go of her arm and when she looked at his hand, he immediately pulled it away. He cleared his throat, before speaking to the girl.
“M-Maybe you can give me some book suggestions sometime.” He stuttered out. She stood there with wide eyes shocked, was he trying to ask her out.
“Or, maybe not. Maybe you don’t want to talk to me. I’ll just, ummm, I’ll leave.” He cursed himself, turning around to walk away. “Wait, Peter.” Y/N grabbed his arm and he spun around.
“I do have a couple books in mind.” Y/N said with a side smile. Peter smiled widely at the girl, handing her books back to her.
Peter’s point of view
“How did that robbery go last night?” Ned asked Peter as the two walked to Peter’s locker. The two boys had lunch next period and Peter didn’t want to carry anymore heavy textbooks in his backpack anymore (despite having super strength). “It was awesome. I beat their asses.” Peter said enthusiastically, but got quiet when he realized that they were still in school.
Peter and Ned were just about to round a corner when they heard two other people talking in the hall. Michelle and Y/N talking about Spider-Man. Peter was about to walk when Ned pulled him back, “Dude what the heck?” Peter said, looking at Ned like he was crazy.
“Hear me out, we might be able to eavesdrop on them. See how much she likes Spider-Man.”
Peter gave his best friend a look, debating whether or not this was a good idea. He pressed his back against the wall, “Only because I trust you Ned.”
The two heard a voice say offended, “I-I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man,”
Peter looked at his friend with hunched shoulders, “What did I tell you?” He whispered. Ned was about to say something when they heard their friend Michelle start to speak, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him-”
Peter turned to his friend shocked. Ned only smirked, “Maybe this was a good idea, she has the hots for Spider-Man dude.” They focused back onto the conversation the two girls were having, but they heard the subject change. “ I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”
Peter stood there, shocked yet again, “Oh, no, oh lord.” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Weren’t you staring at her at the meet- ohhhhhhh,” Ned concluded, realizing they were now talking about Peter.
“Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Y/N stated, kind of surprised at her friends statement.
“Dude, I think she likes you."Ned whispered. Peter glanced at his friend, thinking about how unreal it would be if she liked him. "And I’m sorry bro.” Ned finished.
Peter moved a step away from the wall, tilting his head, confused at his friend’s statement. “What are you-Oh shit.” He started but couldn’t end the question due to Ned shoving him backwards towards the girl he liked.
Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.
But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.
Anon asked “Can you please do a part 3 to ‘guys my age’ were Bucky asks reader for another lap dance”
A/N: The fic that started it all. I’m so glad people liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Also, dominant/jealous Bucky is just wow. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE. Go away kids! And please use protection y’all.
“I really feel like you two should just sleep together already.”
Gasping at Kevin’s words, you whirled your head towards him, glaring fiercely. His eyes widened, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying…”
“Well no,” you snapped, turning your gaze back to where Archie and Jughead talked, separated from the rest of you guys. “God I hate him.”
“Suree you do,” Betty smirked, causing Veronica to giggle.
“What we’re trying to say, (Y/N),” Veronica spoke up. “Is that you and Jughead have an…interesting relationship. One that wouldn’t be surprising if you both ended up dating each other.”
You shook your head in exasperation. “Not happening you guys, so keep dreaming.” You narrowed your eyes as Jughead and Archie laughed at something you couldn’t hear. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“A Penis,” Kevin commented, getting an elbow from Ronnie.
“You guys need to work out your love-hate thing (Y/N),” she said, turning serious. “We honestly believe there’s something there.”
You rolled your eyes, gathering your stuff before standing in front of them. “I don’t know guys, it just really seems unlikely. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
There was a chorus of goodbyes as you turned your back and left the student lounge, feeling Jughead’s eyes on your back as you walked out of the school, very aware that any minute he’d follow you.
Later that night, you lay in your bed, sweaty and breathing heavily as Jughead lay beside you, on his side gazing down while you were on your back. He was playing with your (h/c) hair while you both talked after spending some…intimate time together, and now it felt like you two were the only ones left in the world.
After a few moments of silence and just staring into each other’s eyes, you spoke up. “The Scooby gang believes we’re gonna sleep together sooner or later. I didn’t tell them that it was a lot sooner than when they caught on.”
Jughead snorted, and you pushed his black hair out of his eyes. “Did they get that impression before or during your glaring at me and Archie?”
You opened your mouth in surprise, ready to defend yourself. “I was not glaring at you guys!”
“Yea you were.”
“Okay, but not that bad!”
Jughead only raised his eyebrow, and you sighed in defeat. “It’s just that your bromance makes me jealous sometimes.”
He smirked. “Why, because you want more time with me?”
You snorted. “No, because I feel like Archie and I could be better friends if you weren’t in the way all the time.”
The look on his face made you giggle, and he rolled his eyes.
“Absolutely not,” he stated, moving to lay on his back while you rested your head on his bare chest. “No way I’m letting you get close to Archie.”
“And why is that?”
“Because he’s my bro.”
“Cool story dude, I don’t care. I could be his bro.”
BTS Reaction: Wanting cuddles from you after a long day (request)
You were close to a deep sleep when Jin practically busted in through the door.
He took his sweater and shirt off and threw it on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Thinking you were asleep, he turned on all the lights in the bathroom, took a shower and loudly brushed his teeth.
He then came out of the bathroom “Y/n… Jagi, you still asleep?”
“Yes.” you groaned, rolling on to your back. “Someone was at war with their teeth in the very bright bathroom so it woke me up.”
“Sorry jagi. I was just frustrated.” he explained as he slid up next to you.
“Just got a lot of shit from everyone today.” he huffed.
“Sorry to hear that. Wanna to talk about it? I’m awake now.” you said with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, but can you cuddle me too? I really just want cuddles right now.” he said nestling up to you.
You were up late, cozy on the couch and catching up with your new favorite drama as you waited for Suga.
You were well into the episode when your tired looking boyfriend walked through the door.
“Hi babe!” you smiled
He dragged himself over to you, not an expression on his face. He stopped right in front of you, blocking the tv.
“Babe, move. I can’t see the tv.”
Without a word he took the remote out of your hand, threw the blanket off you and dropped himself in your arms.
“Aw, babe, you tired?” you cooed.
He didn’t answer, he just rested his head on your chest and placed his feet over yours.
You knew the drill. You threw the blanket over the both of you and began running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Your heart warmed when you saw a slight smile on his face.
“I love you.” he said in a low groan.
“I love you too.” you said softly as you kissed the top of his head.
Despite his words, you stayed up til the late hours of the night until he came home. It wasn’t until 2 am that he finally came back.
“Babe, I told you to not wait up for me.” was the first thing he said when he came through the door and found you on tumblr.
“I know, but just because you are my talents and handsome boyfriend, that doesn’t mean you tell me what to do.”
He came up to you, leaned down, and kissed you. “I’m going to shower” *kiss* “then wash up” *kiss* “and I expect you to be waiting for me in bed because I just had a bad day and I really need your cuddles.”
You cupped his face, seeing all the tired in his eyes. “Aww, baby, I’m sorry you had a bad day, go wash up, don’t worry I’ll be waiting for you.”
You were a bit annoyed by his extra long shower, but at least he looked a bit more relaxed when he stepped out. He made his way next to you, letting you wrap yourself around him.
“So what happened today?” you asked as you began to play with his hair.
“Agh, you know, I accidentally broke an important prop and it set back recording and I got yelled at alot…I just feel like shit.”
“Don’t think about it anymore.” you said softly as you kissed his temple. “Tomorrow is a new day so just forget about how today went”
You traced his jaw and he smiled at the small tickle causing you to poke at his dimples.
“Well, your cuddles are really helping me forget.”
You were in the kitchen late at night, getting your lunch ready for tomorrow. You heard the door open and the familiar rhythm of Hoseok’s bags being dropped by the door.
Without looking up you called out, “Hi Hobi! Finally you are back!”
You heard his steps come into the kitchen and before you knew it, he was hugging you from behind.
“How was your day?” you asked cheerfully.
You didn’t get an answer out of him. Instead, you heard sniffles and felt droplets land on your shoulder.
You looked up and him and saw him crying. Immediately you dropped everything and cupped his face, wiping his tears away. “Baby, what happened?”
He shook his head at you. “I had a really really long day.” he whimpered.
You threw your arms around him and held him tight. “Why don’t we go to bed and watch tv and unwind and just talk about your day?”
He shook his head again. “Cuddle me?” his voice cracked
“Of course.” you cooed. you grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
“A-and can you massage the sides of m-my head like you always do?”
“Yes baby.” you smiled.
You lay in bed, a bit upset that your boyfriend becuse he wasn’t home when he said he was going to be. You hated to do what you were about to do, but you just wanted to know where he was.With much hesitancy, you gave him a call, scared that you were interrupting their late practice or recording.
After a few dial tones, he picked up. ”Yeah?” He was really tired it was obvious in his voice.
“Hi baby.” you said in an innocent tone
“I was just… wondering when you would be getting home… that’s all.”
“I’m in the elevator… I just started walking down the hall” he said in a huff
“Oh let me get the door!”
“Nah, just stay where you are, I’m already going to open the door.”
He hung up the phone and you soon heard the front door open. You sat up in bed, ready to finally talk to him.
He walked into the room as tired as ever. He couldn’t even put a small smile on his face when he saw you. He crawled into bed, coming right up to you ans putting his head on your lap. “Hi Jagi.” he sighed.
“Taetae, are you tired?”
“Yeah… Long day…” he said with this eyes closed
He looked so cute, his tired face just resting on your lap in peace.
You lightly traced your fingers over his features and ran your fingers through his hair.
“Hmmmmmm” he hummed with a smile. “…Babe?”
He opened his eyes and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. “Cuddle me? Please?”
He lay down on his side of the bed, you coming up behind him and wrapping your arms and legs around him.
“Tighter?” he asked when he turned around to face you.
You did so, smiling to yourself when he dug his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you.
You had just washed up when you heard Jimin drop his things by the door.
“Chimchim!: you greeted as you walked up to him and hugged him.
“Hey jagi” he said in a tired voice. He held you loosely and gave you a sad excuse of a kiss.
“Aw, you barely kissed me.” you pouted. “Jimin are you that tired today? You look like a zombie.”
“Y-yeah.” his voice cracked.
“Jimin, what’s wrong?”
“Long day.” he mumbled as he slid his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah? Wannna talk about it?”
He shook his head. “Can we- can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked softly.
“Sure baby.” you hugged him tighter and rubbed his back, hearing him sigh from time to time.
You were up late working on the extra things you didn’t have time to finish in the office. Eventually you finished and you finally noticed the time. “Oh my goodness, 2 am?!?”
Sure it was late, but you weren’t that tired, plus, Jungkook was going to be home any minute.. Like clock work, you heard the front door open and soon he walked into the room.
He saw you, but he didn’t say hi. Instead he just pulled off his shirt, slid down his pants and he jumped into bed.
That was unlike him, he always made it a point to talk to you a bit before he fell asleep.
You didn’t think anything of it, you washed up and then got into bed with him.
He wasn’t asleep but he didn’t crawl up next to you like he always does.
“Kookie, what’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?”
He just shook his head at you.
“Are you mad at me?” you asked hesitantly
For the first time, he looked at you, lazily propping himself up on his elbow, exposing his already messy hair. “What?!? No! It’s just-” he stopped himself, shaking his head again.
“Did you have a long day? A bad day?”
“Yeah,” he sighed.
“My Jungkookie need cuddles!” you declared. You immediately hugged him and peppered his face with kisses.
Instantly you could feel his tension disappear and he even giggled at your kisses. “Aish, you know just how to make me feel better!”
She was lying face down on his carpet so he was
left to interpret the muffled “yrsfh”.
She hadn’t said no to him yet so he gave in to precedence.
“Does Chat Noir know?”
Marinette didn’t answer him right away so he
leaned over the side of the couch to look down at her. She turned her face so it was no longer
buried in his rug and one very blue, very wary eye peeked up at him.
“No,” She whispered. “No one was supposed to know.”
It had been like this for an hour now.
She seemed to still be coming out of shock. After all, it wasn’t every day your classmate
stumbles upon your biggest secret.
Adrien wished, not for the first time, that he had chosen any other
alley, if only to spare her whatever she was feeling right now.
“I’m sorry,” He said, again.
She turned her face back into the carpet. “Snrt yr fawl.”
And, really, it wasn’t.
Not when he considered the increase in akuma
attacks over the past few months or the fact that he and Marinette had been
circling each other for over a year. In
fact, Adrien was surprised that they hadn’t stumbled upon each other
It really was obvious now that he knew.
Of course Ladybug was Marinette. There
was no one else in Paris like her.
And if, after the warm, pink light faded, her
startled eyes met his with anything but absolute despair he wouldn’t have hesitated pulling her to him.
As it was, he had still been reeling from the
gunshock that was watching his beautiful classmate (had she really been so close) transform into his beautiful partner,
when she crumpled in on herself shaking no,
no, no, no.
And when Adrien finally did realize what was happening and started to move forward she was
already up, fragile and broken and strong.
“Don’t say a word.”
Caught in the steel of her eyes he could only nod
before she threw her yoyo up and out, vanishing from the alleyway.
Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.
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“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”
“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.
A/N: okay so there is smut in this but it isn’t very detailed because like? this is a big part and i needed it to be about more than the horizontal hanky panky anyway im pretty sure im only gonna do one more part after this so here we go PSA this is not good, it’s 3:30 am and im locking that in as my final excuse
Bts reaction: You sulking on your bed because your butt is too big for the underwear you just bought - fluff and Smut-ish *requested*
This request made me chuckle i hope you enjoy!
When Jin walked into your shared room and saw you laying on the bed pour in the face he thought something was wrong. But when you told him your reason for sulking he would chuckle.
Baby you’re upset over something like that? You nodded in response. Baby how about you show me the underwear on you and I’ll give you my opinion ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
When Yoongi got home from the studio to see you lying face first on the bed he was confused. Y/N you ok? You would look up at him with a huge pout on your face. No I’m not ok at all he’d raise an eyebrow at you before asking what’s wrong
The underwear I just bought doesn’t fit because my butt is too big. He would smile at that kitten, I don’t think that’s such a big deal, you can just buy new ones. You nodded at that but Yoongi continued plus I think you look better with no underwear at all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Ahh Jagi why are you so pouty? When you told Hoseok about your small- whoops- issue he would sigh in relief. Ahh ok, i thought it was something bad. You would whip your head around to look at him Hobi it is a big deal!
He’d start chuckling at that. Y/N we can go buy some more tomorrow ok?
You nodded and smiled, though still sad about spending all that money. Plus your were to embarrassed to return the ones you didn’t try on. “Plus Jagi, who says you need underwear when I’m just going to take them off anyway?” you gasped and chucked your pillow at him, while he only chuckled.
this little shit
When you walked into your shared room and flopped onto the bed he would be confused. But he would wait for you to tell him what’s wrong. After a few minutes sulking you looked up with a pout . “So you going to tell me what’s wrong?” you nodded before explaining your problem.
“Well are you sulking because your butt is too big and you insecure or about the money you just spent?” you sighed “both i guess.”
“Well baby girl, you shouldn’t be insecure about your ass, most girls would kill for that.” he smirked and you snorted. “And the money isn’t really a big deal.” you nodded and sighed sitting up to give him a hug. Plus baby girl if you are still unsure about your ass, i can show you how much i love it”
You could probably imagine what happens after ;)
When Jimin came home from practice to find you sprawled on the bed with a huge pout on your face he’d sigh‘What happened this time baby?”you sat up to look at him before saying“Chim i have a butt like yours.”his eyes would widen and he’d let out a surprised laugh“what?”you chuckled at his reaction.“My butt is too big for the underwear i bought Chim”
At that he would burst out laughing“Baby you should be proud of that!”you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction“I think it’s the workouts, and being with you, i am getting cursed with the Jibooty.” it was his turn to pout this time.
Tae was beyond confused to find you in nothing but a tee shirt and some panties sulking with more underwear scattered around you. Y/n are you ok? You’d slowly sit up and looking him dead in the eyes Tae! I tried all of them every. Single. Pair. And none of them fit my butt! and at that you would flop over with a pout.
Y/n baby, you act like a big butt is bad. Sure the underwear don’t fit, we can get you more. And plus I like how you look with no underwear at all so…..
You’d raise an eyebrow Tae! Don’t turn my struggle into your turn on he’d only chuckle
When this boy came home to find you struggling to pull a pair of too small underwear off he would be both confused and slightly turned on. You need some help there y/n?
When you saw him biting his lip you’d groan and chuckle. The underwear I bought today is too small, so yes can you help me? And then maybe just cause I love you I’ll reward you?
Needless to say You’d never seen this boy move so fast. And you can guess the rest ;)
You don’t let the tears that were threatening to fall escape as you stare down your boyfriend. His expression makes you laugh. “You’re not going to even bother denying it?”
Montgomery took a step back and sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes narrowing at you, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about what you think and what you’re going to do,” he grumbles.
You cross your arm, digging your fingers into your skin, “I just want to know the truth.”
“We’re in a good place and we’re happy, why does it matter?” he sighs.
“Why does it matter?” you scoff, mumbling under your breath. “It matters because if he was telling me the truth-than our entire relationship was built upon a lie!”
Your boyfriend shook his head, “No it wasn’t. That’s not how it happened.”
“Oh?” you ask, nodding you head. “Okay. So you didn’t ask me out because of some bet with your friends?
“No!” he argues. “Well, yes-but it’s not what you think!” he tries.
“Monty,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How can it not be what I think? They told you to ask me out as a joke. A bet. It was entertainment for them,” you laugh, feeling the tears that had gathered in your eyes betray you as they slid down your cheeks, just as mad at your friends as you were with Monty.
His clenches his hands, the bedsheets gripped tightly in his fist. “I never wanted you to find out, I knew you would take it the wrong way.”
“Take it the wrong way?” you demand. “Monty! I was a bet! You didn’t ask me out because you liked me, or even because you wanted to, but because your friends convinced you with some wager. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”
“How we got together shouldn’t matter, (Y/N). I love you,” he says, “doesn’t that count for anything?”
Your eyes shut for only a moment at his words, “I don’t understand how you can sit there and not even try to understand how this has made me feel.” You take a few steps away from him until your back was against the door. “All of them knew,” you tell him quietly, “every single one of our friends. None of them bothered to tell me our relationship is a joke.”
“(Y/N)!” he groans. “Our relationship is not a joke, it’s real! Everything about it is real-what we are, what I feel for you-it’s all real.”
You ignore what he said as your eyes drift to the ceiling and continue, “It’s so embarrassing, demeaning even. They may not have all been a part of it, but they all knew. How am I going to face them? How can I trust them?”
“Don’t you think you’re making a big deal out of nothing?”
Your laugh wasn’t full of amusement as you slide to the floor.
“(Y/N), I’m being serious,” he insists. “Yes. There was a bet that led me to asking you out. And I’m sorry that you’re hurt because you found out, but I’m not sorry that it happened. Without it we wouldn’t have become a couple-we wouldn’t be here now.”
“I should have listened to my gut when you approached me that day. I knew something bad would come from it. God!” you groan, clutching the sides of you head. “I’m so stupid! I knew someone like you would have never wanted to go out with me, to be in a relationship period.”
“Don’t say that,” he sighs, rising to his feet. “You’re not stupid and of course I would want to be with you.” He knelt down so he was on the floor and opposite you. “I’m sorry,” he apologises quietly. “I never wanted to hurt you. I can’t stand you being in pain, you know that,” he whispers.
You couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing and Monty reached out to wipe them away but you pull out of his grasp.
Hurt flickers across his face at your rejection and his expression hardens, “What do you want me to do?” he yells walking back to the centre of his room. “You’re not telling me how I can make this better!”
“You can’t!” you scream. “I don’t want to be with someone who lies to me, who deceives me!”
“But I didn’t deceive you!” Monty growls. “You know that I love you! I’ve never felt like this about anyone-you mean everything to me!”
“Then why did you keep this hidden? Why did I have to find out from Bryce Walker of all people?”
“Fucking Bryce,” he snarls before turning back to you. “You know he’s just trying to mess shit up! I didn’t want to tell you because I was worried that this exact situation would be happening, that you would be mad and upset and unwilling to hear me out!”
“Hear you out? What exactly do you want to say? That it was this bet that brought us together?” you laugh. “That it was the best gamble you’ve ever taken?”
“Damn right it was the best, I got you didn’t I?” Your smile is hard to contain, but you were still angry with him. “Just tell me what to do,” he instructs. “Anything. I’ll do it. Just don’t be mad at me.”
“It’s not that easy, Monty.”
“Then how much time do you need?”
“I don’t know.”
“Help me out here,” he begs, finally coming to the realisation of how how upset you actually were over this. “I can’t lose you.” Some emotion must have crossed you face without noticing and Monty went into a full panic. “Please,” he continues.
“It’s not even so much about the actual bet anymore,” you tell him, shaking your head. “It’s the fact you didn’t want me to know, that it was kept from me for almost two years. Can you understand why that hurts me? How embarrassing that is?”
He nods weakly.
“Do you understand why I can’t face them?”
“Did you want me to beat them into-”
“No!” you yell, unable to stop your small laughs from making its way out. It wasn’t a laughing matter-especially because you knew he was serious. “No,” you repeat.
“What else can I do?” he asks, unable to understand what you wanted.
“I told you, I don’t know.”
Montgomery crossed one arm over his chest while the other rubbed at his chin, he froze after a moment-an unpleasant thought passing through his mind. “You don’t want to break up do you?” Your silence worried him. “No,” he says quietly. “You are not breaking up with me. Baby, please.”
You shake your head, sighing reluctantly, “I don’t want to break up, Monty,” you admit, you were in love with him-you hated the idea of not being with him.
“Oh thank God,” he mumbles, moving closer to you again, crouching down in front of you as he had only minutes ago. “Look, I’m going to make it up to you, okay?” he asks, resting his hands on you knees.
Meeting his gaze, you nod slowly which causes him to breathe a sigh of relief.
“I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make this better. I love you, (Y/N),” he says, his stare never wavering from your eyes.
“I know,” you mumble, resting your hands on his. “I love you, too. But Monty?”
“If you ever hide anything like this from me again, I don’t think I could-” you cut yourself off, but he nods, completely understanding what you were trying to say.
“I get it. Complete honesty from here on out, I swear.”
“Its great everyone is so incredible, its really a dream come true”.
“That’s great Tom” You chuckle.
“Yeah, wish you were here though”.
“I know, but you know I just can’t get up and leave school”.
“I know Love, it just feels weird not being with you”.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been away Tom”.
“It still feels weird” There was a silent pause from him.
“I miss you”.
“I miss you too, when are you coming home” You leaned into your phone.
“Soon I promise, I’ve had this busy schedule, but I promise when I get the chance I’ll come home” You hear Tom of the other line.
“Okay, I love you baby”.
“Love you more, alright there calling me to set I got to go love”.
“Bye Y/N” You hung up and leaned against the counter top.
Tom’s been away to film Spiderman Homecoming so he hasn’t been around much, and that drove you crazy. The apartment was getting lonely just with you in it. He suggested that you go with him, but you couldn’t leave in the middle of your semester, he understood that school was your priority so he didn’t push it any further. If only you could see him.
You bought the cheapest plane ticket you could afford and packed a suitcase. You were going to fly to Atlanta, Georgia to surprise Tom. If Tom knew you were coming he would of paid for everything and you didn’t need the special treatment. He had too much on his plate as it is. The flight was okay but it wasn’t fantastic. A kid sitting in the back of you kept kicking you chair, his mother being too busy sleeping her ass off. You didn’t care though, you were going to get to see Tom and that’s all that mattered.
Once you landed you picked up your luggage, hailed a cab, and told them to take you to where the set was taking place. You barely had enough to pay.
It took a bit of convincing for the security guards to let you in, but once you explained who you were they let you right in. You walked around trying not to get caught by Tom and ruin the surprise. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but you did notice that Harrison, and Zendaya were playing basketball while Laura was sitting on a chair on her phone. Although she was the one to notice you first.
I clashed my sword against Tony’s. He resisted my force and it took much of my strength to push him back. Tony stumbled backwards, surprised. I smirked.
“You’re getting stronger, Your Highness.” He commended me.
“And you’re getting old.” I joked. He shook his head, smiling.
“I taught you everything you know, remember that.” Tony wiped the sweat off his brow. Tony has spent many years teaching and mentoring me about the ways of royalty alongside my Uncle Benjamin. When my father had passed, Uncle Benjamin took on regency. He is to hold on to power until I the time that I am of age and that time was coming soon. In two months to be exact.