Night view looking southeast of Midtown Manhattan from the top of Times Square’s Marriott Marquis Hotel, in the Summer of 1987. The 45-story Interchem Building (Emery Roth & Sons, 1969) are at left, and the 40-story New York Telephone Building (Kahn & Jacobs, 1974) with the 102-story Empire State Building (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1931) are visible at center.
Source: Michael George “New York Today” (New York, Harry N. Abrams, 1988)
Anon said: Was reading FMM again () and had forgotten how mean and judgy Claire’s old neighbors were to her back before Jamie came. I would LOVE to see a scene where sassynach gives her a peace of her mind!!!
@themusicsweetlysuggested (many moons ago): Jamie going into his first skyscraper and looking out over the city.
This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
Previous installment:Winky(Claire’s nickname for Ian has some unexpectedly poignant tie-ins to their lives)
Special Flashback installment!
Yes, the date is March! No, you’re not going crazy!
As noted on a previous post, I intentionally fastforwarded through the Ian pregnancy, with the intention to occasionally flash back and show some of the scenes I had already written, but chose to skip over. As always, feel free to request scenes from any point in the timeline :) - Mod Bonnie
It was amazing to see the exact same expression on their faces as they looked out at the city below; to hear the awed delight in both voices, battle-hardened man and tiny girl in his arms somehow one in the novelty and wonder.
“Da?” Bree’s hands and nose were smushed right up against the glass. “Everyfin’s all LITTLE down-there.”
“Aye, you’re right, Bree.” His hands were occupied holding her up, but his own nose would have been eagerly flattened too, if it weren’t for the brim of his hat. “All the Cars and people are like wee bugs crawling about.”
“Nay,” he laughed, kissing her cheek before peering out again himself. “Only from up so high, they seem bitty and small, aye?”
“Uh-huh….Will they stay small all ever?”
“They’ll go right back to their proper sizes when we go back down,” I promised, slipping my arm around Jamie’s back.
“So, what do you think?” I asked Jamie, rubbing my belly gently and already knowing the answer.
“’Tis a grand sight, Claire. Thanks for winning me over to the idea, for ‘tis well worth it.”
It was an unseasonably warm, blue day for March, and from the top of the skyscraper’s observation deck—even at only 25-or-so stories—the view was little short of spectacular.
“What’s the highest up you’ve been, previously?”
“When I voyaged on the Aeroplane, I suppose,” he said after considering a moment. “Though, I’ll confess, I didna once hazard looking out the wee portholes to inspect the view.”
“Oh, you absolutely must next time! It’s breathtaking to see the world from up there.”
“Aye, took my breath and my breakfast both, repeatedly.” He gave a playful shudder. “Why d’ye think I was so reluctant to let ye drag me up here? I’ve been atop mountains that were higher still than this, certainly, but a view so high of a city….” He shook his head, kissing the top of Bree’s before turning his gaze back to the horizon, “I canna recall ever seeing such a thing.”
“We’ll have to pop down to New York, one of these days,” I said dreamily as I threaded my arm through his. “The Empire State building is over triple the height of this one.”
“Truly?” he breathed, staggered. “How far away is—”
“Oh my goodness! If it isn’t Mrs. Randall!”
We both jumped and whirled, and a dread I hadn’t felt in over a year suddenly drenched my entire body at sight of that perfect wave of blonde hair bobbing toward us.
“From the old house?” I was nearly as shocked by Jamie’s immediate comprehension as by the sight of Julianne Wirth herself, until I remembered. Lord, he must have encountered her as he went door to door, asking after me. I nodded once in answer and saw his jaw tighten. Knowing her—as I unfortunately did— she would have shut the door in his face immediately, unless she had called the police first.
To this very day, I couldn’t say what it was exactly that had made this woman take such a dislike to me. In those brief months, though, when Frank and I were—by all appearances, anyway— a normal, happily-expecting couple on Furey Street, Julianne had picked up on my detachment immediately and saw fit to make every encounter a living hell. She had a knack for bringing me down with a masterful array of half-veiled jibes, all while fawning and mooning over Frank, leaving me and her poor husband to stand awkwardly to the side. I was convinced it was all a game to her, not driven by any desire for Frank or anything at all, really, apart from fiendish cruelty.
After the divorce, when I was alone as a new mother, encounters with her had been rarer (for I didn’t bloody go out of my way to invite the Wirths over for dinner parties, anymore, did I?), but no less nasty, and had sent me into fits of enraged tears behind closed doors on more than one occasion. Even then, though, I had kept my mouth shut and taken it, too vulnerable and uncertain in my place in the world to risk outright confrontation.
“My word, what a pleasant surprise” the present incarnation of the spiteful bitch was simpering up into my face, her 5-foot-2-inch frame still infuriatingly perfect. “How are you, Mrs. Randall?”
“Julianne,” I said with a warmth I that I’m sure did not extend to my eyes. “I’m quite well, thank you, and it’s Mrs. Fraser, now, in fact,” I said, turning to introduce Jamie. “This is my—”
“Oh, that’s right,” she was already saying, eyes alight as they moved between Jamie and me. “The divorce.” She said it with deepest pity and loud enough to be heard across half the observation deck.
I could hear Jamie’s rage in every tightly-controlled breath as he very deliberately put his free hand on the small of my back. Reinforcement, it said. Ye need only say the word.
“My, and look how much sweet little Barbara has grown.”
“Brianna,” I corrected with a smile so forced it could have broken through a brick wall. “I trust Daniel and the children are well?”
“Yes, wonderful, all,” she beamed over her shoulder, where her family stood at the opposite end of the observatory. Clearly, she didn’t want them personally witnessing this exchange, for she jumped right in with, “How is the job, going, these days, dear?”
Out for blood, but damn me, if I would let this harpy get the better of me. “It’s splendid, thank you for asking! It’s beyond compare, to be so useful in a context outside the home. Though, I’m working only part-time at present, as I’m soon to be studying to be a physician.”
“Goodness! What a devastating challenge that will be to your family; but you’ll keep at it no matter what, I’m sure,” she said with a sympathetic grimace before brightening and having the gall to pat my belly uninvited. “And you’re in the family way again, I see! How lucky that you found another husband so quickly.” She paused, distracted by Bree, who—oblivious to the drama—had pulled Jamie’s hat off to play with. For the first time, Julianne looked actually surprised, and I watched her expression go positively crazed with glee. “Ohhhh….Oh, I do think I see.”
“See?” It was Jamie that said it, sharp and wary. I myself knew precisely what she was piecing together.
“Well, Mr. Randall was a lovely man, but there are limits to what even a saint can endure, of course, when he learns that his wife isn’t—well—Not all surprises are good ones, after all.”
I wasn’t certain if it was peripheral vision or premonition, but I caught Jamie’s wrist behind my back before he could even budge. His fingertips were like a vise through my coat, perhaps the only thing preventing him from lunging forward and slapping the woman. Lord knew, I agreed with the sentiment wholeheartedly, but I only gave him a squeeze.
And then, I charged.
“Oh!” I cried, blinking as though coming out of a daze. “Oh, Julianne, dear, I’m terribly sorry, have you finished?” She opened her mouth but I was already flashing her a dazzling fake smile to match every one of hers. “Didn’t think so. I’m sure you’ve got an endless list of faults to throw in the face of someone who, despite more than a year’s acquaintance, is an absolute stranger to you. That being true, of course, because no matter the many, many opportunities you had to extend kindness, you stood by and reveled in her struggles and made sure everyone called it shame.”
My voice was as saccharine-sweet as my smile, but I took a step forward, letting every inch of my superior height and pregnant bulk work to my advantage. “I truly hate to disappoint you, but I’ve no room in my life whatsoever for shame, and what’s more, I’m precisely where I wish to be.” I placed a hand softly on her arm, still beaming. “Please don’t ever come near me or my family again, mm?” I leaned forward as though to kiss her cheek in farewell and took the opportunity to whisper in her ear, “Kindly go fuck yourself, Julianne.”
Her gasp and splutter were sweet, sweet music.
“Have a good day, dear,” I said at normal volume, stepping back and linking arms with Jamie. “Lovely to see you.”
Bree, uncharacteristically silent up to this point, piped up suddenly with, “Mummy, who’s ‘at?”
I maintained eye contact with the still-indignant Julianne and tilted my head to the side in challenge. Do you really want me to say aloud who (or what) you are?
She clamped her jaw shut and turned on her heel. Across the observatory, I watched her find her husband and children and begin herding them at once toward the stairs.
“Just a mean woman, lovey,” I said to Bree as I let the breath escape me in a whoosh. “No one we need worry about.”
“If we didn’t have an audience,” Jamie whispered, in French to evade little listening ears, “I would have you right there on that bench….RIGHT now.”
He was absolutely serious, of course. I laughed and patted his cheek. “We really need to work on finding a less base outlet for your appreciation of female assertion, my love.”
“Tell me another way, and I’ll do it, gladly. That was—Damn, Claire, if that wasna the best thing I’ve ever bloody seen!” He leaned in and kissed me, still chuckling gleefully as he pulled away. “Can we go find someone else for ye to eviscerate next?”
“Anyone in particular?”
“Well, and surely we can think of a handful of other people at least that have wronged ye over the years.” He jostled Bree encouragingly. “Is there anyone else that’s been mean to Mummy?”
“Umm….” She gave it considerable thought. “Somm-atimes you bite her on’the neck?”
Jamie’s grin was positively impish as he raised his eyebrows in my direction. “Never fear, Bree, Mummy likes that.”
Bree scrunched her eyebrows sternly. “Da, isnot NICE, bite’n.”
“It is the way I do it. Mummy’s verrrra ticklish, aye?”
Good morning my loves and Happy Saturday! I hope today brings fun memories and good laughs and of course, good fanfiction. I have so many requests at the moment and until I get them all done, I’m going to close requests. If you send one in, I won’t answer till I get the rest of these finished. It’s not that I don’t want to do it (I love getting your guys’ requests actually, they make my days interesting), I just don’t want to make you wait forever. I’ll make a post about when I open for requests again! Check out my other imagines and my just finished series featuring Bucky, “Battered and Bruised”! I love you all so much, and have a wonderful day. xoxo
Young!avenger x Peter Parker?
Description: Peter takes you on a tour of New York as a date and shows you all his favorite places. At the end of the night, he shows you the best view of the city in the most unconventional way.
“What do you mean by you’ve never been to New York?” Peter was gaping at you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been living here, but you haven’t actually visited the city?” He was waving his arms around as he talked.
You laughed at his reaction and gave him an awkward smile. It was true, you had been living in Stark Tower for the past seven months, but never got around to actually going to the city.
“Well, I don’t get much time off, you know, saving humanity from aliens and crazy people.” You were trying to make up a viable excuse for why. Peter just kept staring at you his mouth hanging wide open. “What?” You started shifting your eyes around the room, having no idea what to do.
“Babe, I know what we’re going to do today.” Peter gave you a goofy grin and ran down the hall, leaving you standing alone in the living room.
“Oh lord, what’s he going to do?” You groaned to yourself. You shook your head, but smiled. He was such a dork. A dork that you had lots of feelings for. You loved him, but you had never said it to him, fearing that he wouldn’t feel the same.
Seven months ago, Tony had asked you to move from the Avenger Tower in D.C. to Stark Tower to go undercover. Your job was to go to Peter’s high school and keep an eye on him for Tony. He was worried that Peter would start getting into trouble, and your job was to keep him out of it. Before you knew it, you were falling hard for him. Tony feared that you would, but allowed you to do so because you were like his daughter, and he loved you like one. All he wanted was to see you happy. So, just two months into your mission, and after spending a lot time together, along with a couple dates, you two became official. And once you started dating him, you realized you had to tell him what your original intentions were.
When you told him, he wasn’t upset. He just kissed you and whispered to you, “My girlfriend is a freaking Avenger.”
An hour later, he cam running in. “F/N! Come on, you’re coming with me.” You were laying on the couch, closing your eyes when he started pulling you off of it.
“Where are we going?” You were giggling and stumbling to follow him. “Peter, I’m serious.” (No, you weren’t.) “Where the heck are you taking me?” You had this marveled look on you face, amazed that he could get you off the couch without becoming overly grumpy.
“You’ll see. Come on.” He looked so adorable as he pulled you along down the stairs and out the door. Once you stepped outside, the quiet of the tower completely disappeared. You were left with the sound of cars, and honking, and people’s pointless conversations. He turned around to face you.
“Ta da! I’m taking you to see the city.” He began to fumble with him hands and look towards the ground. “Since you haven’t been before, and since we haven’t been able to go on a date in a while, I decided that I could show you around.” He looked up at you with those innocent eyes that always made your heart skip a beat.
“Aw, that’s so sweet, Peter.” You face turned a slightly shade of pink darker. You thought he was so cute when he got all nervous. A smile came upon your lips and you hooked your arm in his. “So, where to first?”
He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and smiled. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. You loved making him happy, he made you feel almost like a normal teenager who had an almost normal life. To be frank, you never had a normal life to begin with. You were born with ability to go invisible, and your parents abandoned you at the age of three after they scared you and they suddenly couldn’t see you. They were afraid of you, so they left. You fended for yourself till about two years ago when the Avengers discovered you and your ability, hoping you would join them. You gladly accepted the offer and you realized that you had a family again. They loved you like a younger sibling, but Tony loved you like you were his own daughter. Obviously, being an Avenger and living with them wasn’t normal for anybody, but neither was having spider-like senses.
You two spent the afternoon walking through New York City, checking out all the places Peter loved. He took you to his favorite pizza place for lunch, and then you two took a stroll around Central Park. You stopped at the lake and watched the ducks swim by.
“This is really nice, Peter. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.
He put his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It’s my pleasure, babe. But, the day isn’t over yet.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and you two started walking back towards the street. He took you around street corner after street corner, pointing out places that he wanted to take you in the future, and telling you the fondest memories he had there. After about an hour of walking, he stopped you in front of a brick stoned building.
“Where are we?” You were looking for a sign. There was none. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what was inside, but it was lowly lit.
“You’ll see.” He was smirking at you as he took your hand and pulled you inside. Once you were through the door and you finally saw what it was, your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped to the floor. Inside the unsuspecting building was bookshelves stacked to the ceiling with books.
“No. Way.” You were amazed. You dropped his hand and started walking up and down the aisles, mesmerized. You let your fingers graze across the spines, reading every title. They had classics, new books, well loved books, and all your favorite ones too. Peter watched you in adoration. He knew you would like this place. It was the oldest book store in New York, and he knew how much you liked to read. Once you looked through just about every single book in there, you walked up to him with the biggest smile on your face.
“You’re amazing, did you know that? Oh my god, I could spend hours in here. I have to come back another day to read here.” You were beginning to ramble and Peter just shook his head, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk.
“F/N, you’ve already spent two hours just looking at all the books. I’m going to have to bring you back here, so you can spend the entire day here.” He pulled you into a hug. “There’s still one more thing I have to show you before I take you back to the tower. Come on.” You looked up at him with eyes that were filled with love. He leaned down and kissed you, filling your stomach with butterflies. He pulled you out of the bookstore and the sky that was once bright and sunny was now beginning to grow blue. Had you really been in there that long?
“F/N, hold on tight.” He wrapped his left arm tightly around you.
“Wait, wh-” You cut yourself off with a slight scream. Suddenly, you were swinging in the air, swooping from building to building. Your arms were gripping him, very, very tightly. Once the initial shock faded away, you were smiling at Peter as he slowly took you higher and higher off the ground. The cold wind was whipping your hair back, giving you this rush of adrenaline. Peter shot a web at a building, swinging you both up in the air. The next one hit a spire of a different building across the street and he swung around it, you secure in his arm, and making a soft landing on top of the building.
“I give you special view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.” He took his free arm and displayed the view to him.
“Oh my god…” The skyline looked beautiful against the sunset and the lights slowly turning on. “…it’s gorgeous.” You shifted yourself in his arms so that you were facing him, bodies pressed against each other.
“Just like you.” Peter’s eyes studied every inch of your face, landing on your E/C eyes that he had fallen in love with. You looked towards the ground, trying to conceal your blush. “F/N.” He tilted your chin up, so that your eyes met his.
“Yes, Peter?” You looked at him with doe eyes, hanging on every single word he had said.
He paused, a small smile coming to his face. “I love you.”
You were stunned. He said it. He said it first. He said that he loved you.
You realized that you were completely silent, seeing that Peter was getting worried. A big smile replaced the shocked look on your face.
“I love you too.” You let out a little laugh and pulled him down to you. Your lips collided, molding perfectly together. The feeling of his lips against yours made your heart swell. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, watching the sun set behind the horizon.
Peter swung you across the city back to the tower. He nonchalantly landed on the grounded in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Stark Tower.
“I’ll come over tomorrow, okay babe?” He smiled down at you, holding your hand.
“Okay.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You watched him fade into the crowd and then round a corner. Suddenly, he was swinging around a building. You shook your head and chuckled, walking back into the building.
You were feeling so giddy. You were spinning around down the halls, humming to yourself.
From his office, Tony heard you and peered out of the doorway, watching you as you walked down the hall, humming with a little skip in your step. Before he got caught, he sat back down at his deck and smiled to himself. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to him. He got back to work, and muttered to himself.
“Peter Parker, you better take of my girl.”
Hope you liked it! I’m going to try and write a lot today, so that I have a couple oneshots ready to go. Let me know if you want to be added to the permanent taglist! Just message me and I’ll be sure to add you to the next story that I post. Have a wonderful day and I love you all. xoxo
Summary:Six months ago, you had envisioned spending the month of
June on the sandy shores of a tropical beach, wearing out the soles of your
shoes and the lens of your camera exploring the bustling cities of Europe.
Anything besides what you were doing right now; moving
back to your hometown and scooping ice cream at your old high school job for
the summer. But when you meet Jeon Jungkook, you discover that ice cream isn’t the only thing cool enough to fend off the summer heat.
A/N: unedited. happy national ice cream day. also i wrote the end like an hour ago i’ll go back and fix it later
I didn’t expect the previous chapter to get so much love. Thank you so much! Also 427 followers? WHAT? Honestly, its like every time I come on here, I have 100 more followers that I DON’T deserve. Either way, thank you so much! <3
“Save it!” you shouted as your threw the side doors open and hailed a cab. The whole ride home, you were getting calls from Lin. Some were even from your other cast-mates, but you ignored them all.
How did this all even happen? Two weeks ago, you were living your best life and now? Now you were a heartbroken wreck.
“Lin, where are you taking me?” you giggled as you tried to see through the blindfold that your boyfriend had placed over your eyes.
“Relax mí amor,” he soothed. “You’ll see soon enough.” You sighed impatiently. Soon, Lin was leading you into an elevator ride that lasted about two minutes. When you had gotten off of it, you were led out of a door and greeted by a strong, yet somehow relaxing breeze.
“Whoa, where are we?” you looked around, even though it didn’t do much since you were still blindfolded. Lin led you to a railing, and when you had placed your hands onto it, Lin took the blindfold off.
You gasped, for you were met with bright, beautiful New York City lights.
“Oh my gosh, this is amazing!” Lin smirked.
“I thought you’d think so,” he sighed. “No view like one from the top of the Empire State Building at night.” Your mouth dropped.
“Lin, this is amazing!” you said as you place a bunch of kisses all over his face. “Thank you!” He wrapped an arm around you.
“No problem, mÍ reina.”
“We’re here,” your taxi driver’s rough voice interrupted your thoughts. You quickly came back to your senses and tossed the money into your driver’s hand before practically jumping out of the bright yellow vehicle. In a matter of minutes, you were already on the 7th floor of your apartment building, fumbling with the keys while trying to find the right one. When you did, you threw the door open and stormed into Lin’s and your’s shared bedroom.
You grabbed a suitcase from the closet and started blindly shoving clothes into it. As you were zipping the bag up, you felt your butt vibrating, indicating that you were getting a call. You pulled it out and glared at it.
‘Lin is calling..’
You scoffed and hung up. He had some nerve to try and call you. If anything, he was supposed to be calling that woman to let her know that she could finally move in. You grabbed a few more things and shoved them into a duffle bag before grabbing them and heading to the front door. When you opened it, you came face to face with none other than Lin.
“Y/n!” he exclaimed, reaching to hug you. You pushed past him and made your way over to the elevator. Of course, he followed.
“Y/n, please wait!” You whirled around to face him.
“What the hell do you want Lin?!” you snapped.
“To talk..” he relpied in a small voice. You rolled your eyes.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you hissed. “You can be with that woman now. I’ll leave you alone.” Lin shook his head frantically, reaching over and grabbing your arm.
“No, no, no, baby thats not what I want! I want you..” You simply laughed.
“That’s not what you were saying while you were on a date with her. Stop lying to yourself Lin, you don’t want me. If you did, then you wouldn’t have been cheating on me. The fact that you have the balls to try and win me over with your bs is beyond me. I’ll be surprised if she puts up with you, because only God knows why I did for so long,” you spat. You felt yourself wanting to cry, but you held it in. No matter how much it stung, you refused to let this man have the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.
As if on cue, the elevator let out a ding. You snatched your arm back and got into the elevator. Lin stood in front of it, ready to go in, but your glare told him it would be best if he didn’t.
“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he pleaded.
“Sorry that you got caught.” The elevator door closed.
Again, thank you guys for all of the notes on the last chapter!
Central Park view form Top of the Rock. (definitely try to go op the Rockefeller Centre when you are in New York). Everybody is raving about the views from the Empire State Building (rightly so) but this view is worth it too.
The recently completed 102-story Empire State Building (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1931), with its empty office space completly illuminated in this night view looking southeast from the top of Continental Building, in 1932. Buildings are foreground are the 1400 Broadway and Bricker Casino Building (both of Ely Jacques Kahn, 1931).
Photo: Samuel H. Gottscho.
Source: Donald Albrecht. “The Mithic City. Photographs of New York by Samuel H. Gottscho, 1925-1940” (New York. Museum of the City of New York-Princeton Architectural Press. 2005).
Top of the Empire State Building barely peaks out from above the cloud deck, viewed from the Observation Deck of One World Trade Center. This view is basically “the island of Manhattan” during a day where the clouds are low.
Construction of the 102-story Empire State Building (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1931). View looking sothwest from Chrysler Building in late summer, 1930. On foreground, the top of Chanin Building (Sloan & Robertson, 1929).
About you - top 5 places you have visited? And about ouat - top 5 Killian's quotes? (And maybe top 5 shots of Killian? Hehee sorry!)
Top 5 places I’ve visited
1. New York City, USA.
(view from the 86th floor of Empire State Building)
What can I say? New York is a dream vacation for lots of people, especially if you live in another continent. Though I have to admit that after a week or so there, I started getting claustraphobic (something that had never happened to me before) because of the crowded places and the huge skyscrapers and I realized I wouldn’t be able to live there for a long time.
2. Venice, Italy.
Again, what can I say? I couldn’t believe my life when it was announced that I would be joining the group going there. I still can’t believe I walked through so many famous places there.
3. Basel, Switzerland.
This one is special, because I literally joined the group one and a half week before the trip, because one original member dropped out at the last moment and I went in her place. It’s one of the greenest and cleanest (and most expensive) places I’ve ever been. My mind was blown by the architecture - I had only ever seen such houses in pictures, and then I was walking by them. It was fantastic.
4. Bran Castle
(aka “Dracula’s Castle”), Romania.
This isn’t my pic, obviously, because I was 9 years old when I visited it, but the memories of walking through it - especially taking the “hidden” servants’ stairs - are still imprinted on my mind 14 years later.
5. Paxos Island, Greece.
No, these aren’t Photoshopped. This is exactly how blue and clean the waters were. One of the beaches I visited there looked exactly like a beach in Assassin’s Creed Black Flag, but unfortunately I didn’t have my camera that day with me. During our stay there we even went for a swim inside a cave, and it was spectacular and I swore at myself for not having bought a waterproof case for my camera, because the view was amazing.
This got long so I’m posting the rest in another post ;)
Request: Hi there!
Could you please do a Civil War one-shot where the reader (Clint’s little sis
who fights with the same skill-set of archery and martial arts) and Peter
Parker are dating secretly, even though everyone else wants to keep them apart
because of which teams they’re on and (if possible), could you do it to the
song “Check Yes Juliet” by We the Kings? Thanks a million and one! :)
A/N: I just spent entirely too much time looking at Tom
Holland gifs. Like, a half hour. I had to remember to look for ones that were
Peter Parker and imagines related. 😂
Warnings: Minor Civil War spoilers
Word Count Total: 841
Short Imagine #15
Title: Check Yes Juliet
You tried very hard not to giggle. No one was supposed to
know that you, Clint Barton’s teenage sister, was dating Peter Parker. The two
of you were on separate teams, you who agreed with Steve Rogers and Peter who
had been swayed by Tony Stark. You did not like Tony, and were still bitter
towards him for putting your brother in a floating prison in the middle of the
ocean. This year, you had spent more time with your sister-in-law and her
children than you had in quite a while.
But while Peter kissed your neck, it was very difficult to
keep quiet. His lips tickled as they danced lightly across your soft skin.
“Peter,” you breathed, the sensation of his touch sending
shivers down your limbs.
“Yeah?” he answered, pulling back to listen.
“It’s probably time for you to go. We don’t want anyone
His face fell. “I’m so tired of hiding this. I love you. I want
to be with you.”
“But you are with me.”
“I mean in public.”
You closed your mouth and looked down at his hands as they
“If they didn’t try to break us apart, I would be all for
“Your brother is supportive of it. Why can’t we? They aren’t
your parents. They can’t break us apart if we don’t let them.” He pulled you
into an embrace and rubbed your back. His gaze redirected to out your window
and watched the rain fall. Minutes passed and he finally went home, not making
a sound as he left.
The next evening, a tapping came from your window. You thought
it was strange, so you cautiously went over to it and peered out. Two stories
down stood Peter. He had one hand curled in front of him, which you guessed had
pebbles in it. You waved and he waved back. Quickly, you laced up your shoes
and hurried out of the building. You didn’t leave a note, but they were used to
you going outside for a walk at this time, so they weren’t likely to worry.
Peter took you to a little spot away from the building where
he had set up a dinner picnic.
The dinner that he had packed was delicious and enjoyable,
but at the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but worry about the future of
“Penny for your thoughts,” he spoke up.
“I just worry about the future.”
“What about it?”
“Are we meant to be?”
“Let me just stop you there. Of course we are. Why would you
“Because aside from my brother and his family and your Aunt May,
there is little to no support from what is left of the Avengers. Even Sam and
Scott are against it. Wanda would probably be, too, if she could even move.” You thought of her, alone in her
cell, all wrapped up in a straightjacket and a mind-control suppressant device
on her forehead and got a little angry all over again.
“Look, I know there’s going to be some pushback, but we have
to stand up to them. Do you believe in us?” he asked, wrapping his arm around
your shoulders. You nodded. “Good. Because I do, and that should be enough. Mr.
Stark was okay with you moving into the complex on the cover that you were not
fighting with your brother on Captain America’s side so that he could protect
you for Clint. He’s okay with you, I’m sure of it. That should mean that he’s
okay with us.”
“We can do this, alright?”
“Do you want to tell them tonight or tomorrow?”
“Tonight. Rip it off like a band aid.”
Peter used his Spider-Man webbing to take you back to the
compound, flying through the trees, where you told Tony, first. As Peter had
suspected, he was for it. But everyone else showed friction to the idea. It didn’t
last as long as you worried, but they weren’t totally supportive of it
nonetheless. Scott, still upset over being treated like an AT-AT from Star Wars, tried to tell someone (like
Vision when he visited Wanda) to tell those at the compound to change the locks
to keep out Peter, but that thought was dismissed shortly thereafter everyone
had heard it. Clint insisted that your training, which was similar to his
(almost identically similar at that), could protect you.
You two spent years together after that. When he moved out
of Aunt May’s, he proposed to you on top of the Empire State Building, in front
of everyone. They cheered and you said yes.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “The view from here
is getting better with you by my side.”
“Are you seriously quoting We The Kings?” you chuckled,
turning toward him.
He shrugged. “It’s our song.”
You thought for a moment, and then nodded. “You know what? You’re