“I Was Wondering Where You Wandered Off To. We Don’t Have A Whole Lot Of Time, Remember?”

OTP Prompt 175

“How to…. tell if they’re…. into…. you” Person A mutters as they type in their google search.

Person B looks over their shoulder, “someone I should know about?”

“No one but you. Just want to see if you’re objectively into me.”

“We’re married, nerd.”

“So, I’ve been thinking.”

“That sounds dangerous, but continue.”

“If we try all this again, and I lose you-”

“Hey, look at me. That isn’t going to happen, I promise. I’m not letting you go.”

Imagine Your OTP

Imagine Person A absolutely loving to cook.

Person B comes home every day to warm, delicious meals, usually of two or more courses.

Bonus if Person B didn’t have a happy childhood, and has never experienced something like this before.

“Oh god, don’t make this sentimental.” “Don’t make you asking me to marry you sentimental?”

“Nothing you could do. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.”

“You can’t imagine my happiness at the fact you lost.”

“All this arguing isn’t getting us anywhere.”

“Yes, let’s go explore a dark place late at night where there’s been rumors of monsters. What better way to spend my time?”

“I’m glad that you trust me so much, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Make way for the glorious me! I’m here to spice up your miserable lives.”

Pick Up Limes - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Imagine Peter having a Crush on You but he doesn’t know what to do other than lots and lots of cheesy pick up lines. (Requested by anon)

(I’m tumblr trash shhhh)

“Hey. (Y/n).” There was a whizz and suddenly Peter was sitting - or rather lying- on the desk which you’d been doing your homework on.

“Hello.” You said with a slight laugh, “What are you doing, Peter?”

“No, but you could be.” He winked cheesily, sliding off your desk. 

“What-” Oh, doing Peter. 

He laughed, “Sorry, I’m not very good at this.”

“At doing yourself?” You teased.

He rolled his eyes, “You’re just as bad, Missy.”

“Oh, and you would know I suppose?” You leaned forward, on your elbow on your desk.

Peter glanced around and then with a whoosh, he was gone. 

Walking down the hallway of the mansion the next morning you were suddenly stopped by Peter standing in front of you.

“Hello.” You said hesitantly.

“We have Chemistry right?” He suddenly blurted.

“As our next class?”

“Um yeah sure. See you when we have chemistry!” And he was gone, his hands leaving your shoulders as fast as they’d appeared there.

When you arrived in your next class with Peter he came to apologise to you.

“Hey (Y/n). Sorry about earlier. I’m feeling a bit off today.” He paused and then a grin spread over his features, “But you definitely turn me-” He broke off laughing. “I’m sorry I can’t do this.”

He vanished again, leaving you standing in the corridor again, as confused as ever. 

It was when you were sitting out on the grass with some friends, doing your homework and just talking when Peter next appeared.

You saw him out of the corner of your eye. He seemed to be slowly making his way over to you and his friends but he kept stopping to pick something up. Or somethings.

As he got closer you realised they were limes. He saw you and waved, dropping all the limes.

“Oh my god.” You muttered, getting up and running over to him to help.

“I’m sorry.” He said, being very clumsy with the limes. 

“It’s ok-”

Peter suddenly looked up at you, locking eyes. “Sorry. I’m bad at pick up limes.”

You stared at him, the smile spreading across your lips, before you grabbed him by the collar, pressing his lips to yours. You felt him smile before he kissed you back, dropping all the limes around you. 

When you pulled away, unable to keep the grin off your face, Peter smirked at you. “So uh.. hey, will you go out with me then?”

“Yes you dork.”

And he kissed you again.

“How am I stealing if it was mine all along?”

“You weren’t meant to see me. I shouldn’t be visible to you.”

"Welcome to your new family. The one you didn’t want, but needed.”

“I don’t like doing all this work for nothing. You owe me.”

“You should know better than to come to me.”

“Why are you so against making things easier for yourself?”

Ashley's Alphabetical Prompts

“At least you weren’t stabbed, because hello, I am bleeding.”

“Before you say that, let me pretend to be listening to music.”

“Can I make you stay?”

“Don’t touch that! You never listen!”

“Even I can see that, and I’m blind.”

“For once in your life, can you just not mess this up?”

“Great, fantastic, I’m so amazingly happy.”

“How about we scratch your plan and do this instead?”

“Imagine this, a world where fries fell from the sky. Cool, right?”

“Just kidding, I really don’t care.”

“Kill me, go ahead, don’t be upset if some very bitter people come after you, though.”

“Like, what if I did love you?”

“Man, I’m getting tired of this saving the world bullshit.”

“Nope. That’s a nope from me, goodbye.”

“Oh well, don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the show.”

“Please, spare me the tears. I know where this is going, I’ll help you.”

“Queens don’t cry, remember?”

“Right then, that’s when I realized I was screwed.”

“So…who’s up for food?”

“Thank you, for you know, stopping him.”

“Ursula! From that Disney movie, The Little Mermaid? That’s who you look like.”

“Very glad you felt the need to share that quite personal information with me.”

“Where in the hell is my sister?”

“Xylophones are my comfort instrument.”

“You are the light of my life.”

“Zebras are such a cool animal, am I right? The stripes are on point.”

The zombie apocalypse has begun. Only, instead of grunting, the zombies all constantly sing the last song they heard before they died. Surprisingly, many of them sound quite good.