#avengersimagines

Request: I looove your stories so far. Could you possibly make a Tony Stark story with prompts 43 and 44? -Anon

A/N: Hey...wow. okay I'm sorry. I've only got like 4 imagine that I can still do from 2018 post. I went away for a bit on the imagines but I'm back! I'll try to do better! 

Prompts: 43: "I think I've been holding myself from falling in love with you again" & 44: "I'm not going to apologize for this, not anymore"

My prompts: Here

Characters: Tony, Reader

Warnings: Angst, slight fighting 

Its been 2 years since Y/N began living at the avengers tower. You can't even call us a tower anymore really, but it works out for everyone. Each person with their own room specialized for their specific needs. 

For most people this would be the dream, living with the heros themselves, but not for Y/N. She's been tiptoeing around the facility for one reason, the man himself, Tony Stark. He was a narcissist, everyone knew that but Y/N couldn't help the feeling in her chest every time she saw him.

About a year ago she couldn't keep the feelings to herself... And ever since then she only speaks when she's spoken to. 

~flashback~

Y/n walked into the lab with a smile on her face. Masking the butterflies and anxiety that began to flood through her. Tony sat alone looking at his computer at some new blueprints. Taking his hand he motioned across the screen towards the area in front of him, creating a 3D model of his new suit design. Y/N stood in awe at the project in front of her. Tony looked to her an smirked. 

"You act like this is your first time seeing all of this" Tony chuckled and walked over to her side, clasping his hands together behind his back. 

"You and your projects never seize to amaze me Stark" Tony leaned over and nudged her shoulder and chuckled. He didn't respond, he just looked at the model in front of them. 

Y/n's hands became clammy , she hadn't even noticed her finger nails digging into them. Her heart began to race, she couldn't contain her feelings anymore yet it was hard to even muster up the words to say it. 

"What's going through your that  brain of yours?" Y/N hadn't even realized she had been looking at the floor for a good while now, not moving or saying anything. She almost ignored his words until her courage came out of no where.

"Tony" she turned towards him, he turned his head in response. "I think I'm in love with you" his eyes opened in shock as did hers. They both looked at each other, not moving. Y/n's heart began to race and her legs started to shake.

Tony started laughing, breaking the silence. "You can't be in love with me, that's not what I do. I don't dooo "love", it's just a chemical reaction in your noggin-" he softly knocked on the top of Y/n's head like it was a door. "-Nothing too special, it comes and goes" Tony turned back to his project and began working on it as if the conversation never happened. "I'm sorry" was all she could say.

Y/n gulped down her tears that threatened to fall and walked away, heading to her room where she'd be for the rest of the night.

~Now~

Water rushed down Y/n's back and quickly went away as she turned the scalding hot water off. Most people wouldn't be able to stand in that hot of water, but for Y/n…she didn't feel anything. She was use to the heat, especially since she was born with the ability to create fire in any way shape or form, but she was deemed as dangerous. Always kept to the building unless they needed her desperately.

Y/n sighed and brushed off her thoughts as she walked over to her mirror. The steam from her shower fogged up the glass, keeping her from seeing herself. Which was just the way she liked it. Ever since that day, she felt unworthy. Was she just a joke to him? To everyone?

Quickly she got dressed, as she did every single day, the same routine over and over. Since she wasn't allowed to leave the facility she kept to her room. If she was a danger to the world, she'd be dangerous to them too. But was it the only reason? Well that's what she told everyone. The only one who ever visited her was Peter Parker. An awkward young boy who felt bad for her, kept up in her room hiding from the world.

Today was a little different, Peter couldn't visit her today. Something to do with training. Which is why the knock on her door surprised her so much. No one besides Peter bothered to talk to Y/n.

She carefully stood up from her bed that she had just sat down on, slowly inching towards the door. Afraid of what or who was behind it. Another knock sounded just as she grabbed the door knob stopping the person from knocking on the door once more.

The person fumbled forward a bit with the sudden movement of the door. Y/n's eyes widened and her mouth went dry.

"What are you doing here?" Her words came out with a bit of attitude laced with it. She was angry to say the least. Why would he bother showing his face, it's been almost a month since he said anything remotely to you.

"Hmm let me think…, I live here and technically this is MY building? So I'm allowed to be here" Tony tried to make the situation humorous, as for Y/n she definitely didn't agree as she went to slam the door in his face, but was stopped by Tony's hand hitting the door.

"What's going on with you? You're never around anymore" he pushed the door open and walked past her. Y/n rolled her eyes and followed him with her arms crossed.

"Why do you care?" Tony turned around to face her and chuckled.

"Wow, is this about what happened over a year ago now?" Tony crossed his arms as well looking into Y/n's eyes. Her face was laced in shock.

"I-I why would you even think that?" She was beyond angry now, he hasn't once mentioned the situation again not even when it happened and now he cares?

"You've never been the same since. What happened to you?" Without hesitation Y/n picked up a book that was close by and chucked it in his direction. Tony dodged and threw his hands up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!?" Tony shouted, stepping closer to her.

"YOU TONY STARK, YOU ARE WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME." She sighed and calmed down a touch. "All this time I've been hiding from you, from the pain that I've held onto for so long. I thought I was over you." Y/n walked to her bed and sat down, the mattress sinking under her.

"I think I've been holding myself from loving you all over again" Y/n looked at the floor, she wasn't going to hold it back anymore. She felt as though he deserved to feel her pain.

"Y/n look at me-" Y/n stood back up from the bed.

"No Tony" she stepped towards him "I am not going to apologize for this, not anymore." He didn't respond, all he did was stare at her.

"I've felt bad for myself for way too long. Feeling like I need to keep apologizing to you, but all You've ever done is make me feel worthless. I don't even know how I could love you" tears began to fall from her face. She almost felt relieved telling him how she really felt.

Tony knew how he felt. Since that day a year ago he wanted to grab her and hug her tight telling her he felt the same way. He just couldn't, something inside of him forced it down.

Tears slowly came to Tony's eyes, he looked at the poor girl standing in defeat. Tony grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him. Hugging her like she would fall apart if he let go. Her body tensed up in response.

"Tony, what are you doing to me?" She tried to speak through her tears, Tony held her tighter as they stood.

"I'm sorry. For everything, for making you feel unworthy. I'm sorry for not telling you that I love you more than I could ever love anyone." He pulled away from the hug and stared into her E/c eyes. Y/n searched his face for lies, something that would make everything fall apart, but she could tell that he was sincere.

The both of them searched each other's eyes for a moment longer. Tony reached a hand towards her face, rubbing his thumb under her eyes to remove the tears.

"Y/n, I love you. Even if I am just a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist I still have feelings" the both of them giggled, Y/n's head falling down as she did. As she rose her head again to look at him, Tony grabbed her face softly and kissed her. It took her by surprise at first but kissed him back.

It wasn't long before they needed air. The both of them put their foreheads together. Tony grabbed her hand and started to walk to the door.

"Where are we doing?" Tony smirked at her, causing her to raise a brow back at him.

"I'm going to show you the world" her eyes lit up, he smiled back at her as they walked out of her room and into the hall. Greetings from everyone as they passed. All of themselves seemed so happy to see her, warming her heart instantly.

“Are you seriously hard right now?!”

Sam Wilson

"Hey honey" Sam mumbled while flopping onto the bed practically on top of you.

"Samm" you grumbled pushing him of slightly.

"Come onn you haven't seen me all day and now your acting like this"

"I was asleep" was all he got back from you.

Sam then sat there silently for ten minutes knowing it was best to let you wake up before trying to make conversation. After you'd woken up a bit Sam told you about his day while sitting with you cuddled in his chest. "Do you want a bath?" He asked smiling at you.

"That sounds good" you replied turning to look at him and seeing him smiling down at you. "What?"

"You look beautiful when you've just woke up"

This made you burst out laughing "yeh right"

"You do" he argued.

"Whatever you say baby" you pecked his lips and then skipped to the en-suit to run a bubble bath for you and Sam.

"So what'd you do today?" He spoke loudly from his spot still on your bed.

"Umm not much I trained and then watched tv must've fallen asleep." You replied leaning against the door way.

"Sounds nice though" he smiled looking up from his phone.

"Yeh it was, me and Nat also talked and guess what" Nat had told you not to tell anyone about you and hers chat today but you knew you could trust Sam.

“What?"

"Nat and Bruce are a couple!" You smirked while Sam's jaw dropped.

"Seriously?!"

"Yeh they've been dating for 2 months there telling the rest of the team tomorrow so don't say anything"

"Wow didn't see that coming, but they'll be cute together" he replied processing the news.

"Yeh that was my thoughts too" you shouted over your shoulder while going to check on the bath.

Once it was finished you and Sam climbed in you in between his legs and back against his chest. It was so peaceful the warm bubbles fizzing quietly around you and the flickering light of a candle you'd lit.

"This is nice" you hummed leaning back into Sam.

"Agreed" Sam replied kissing the top of your head.

You both sat there relaxing in silence for a while him drawing gentle circles on your arm with bubbly fingers and occasionally kissing your head.

You were so relaxed you hadn't even noticed you'd been dozing off until he spoke, "god I love you" he murmured breathily into your ear.

Turning to look up at your boyfriend you attached your lips onto his. It was a slow gentle kiss both your mouths moving perfectly in sync. His tongue was slowly exploring your mouth. It wasn't greedy and heated it was soft and passionate.

Once you broke away from each other you turned back around getting comfy again. "I love yo-what's that" you felt something hard against your back.

Clearing his throat Sam shifted "nothing" but before he could react further you reached behind you feeling his erected cock in your hand.

"Are you seriously hard right now?!" You said while moving back from his arms.

"Sorry but what'd you expect when you making out with me soaking wet and naked?!"he said slightly embarrassed but fighting his case all the same.

"Sam we were having a moment! A loving couple moment and now your hard" you huffed out slightly agitated but not too much. If you were honest you loved that you had this effect on him.

"I'm sorry ok! I can't help it" he said while looking down.

Slowly you straddled his legs putting both hands on his chest and bringing his chin up so he would look at you, "what are we going to do with you Sam Wilson?"

Created: 02/15/21

Last Updated: 02/15/21

Author’s Note: I brought Pietro Back for this.

Summary: After Tony’s funeral, Wanda has a break down. When Westview is created you and Pietro are suddenly sucked into the reality warping town.

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Tony Stark: Now, what do you tell yourself when you're having impulses to jump off a bridge?

Y/n: ...

Tony: ...

Y/n: Yeet.

Natasha: My... gay name?

Wanda: Yeah, it's your first name-

Natasha: Oh, very funny, Wanda

*Wanda gets down on one knee*

Wanda: and my last name

Natasha: Oh... Oh my god.

Peter Parker x Fem! Reader Warnings: some bullying (name calling), which is never cool lol Request: Girl going to school with Peter Parker, and having abilities of your own. You two are recruited for opposite teams and having to fight each-other. He is very intrigued by your fighting techniques, and when you get back to school he realizes it was you he fought. Thank you!! 

A/N: I used Y/s/n to mean your superhero name, as well as the usual Y/n for your name.

   Midtown High School was just like any other high school. You learned stuff, drowned in homework, and experienced occasional typical high school drama. There was one anomaly that set Midtown High apart from all others (except for Xavier’s of course). Two superheroes hid among the student body: you, for one, and Spider Man. You happened to see him sneak into the building in his suit once, but you hadn’t seen who was under the mask. Not yet, anyway, and it was driving you insane. You weren’t used to being caught off guard.

   When you first started patrolling NYC, you didn’t expect to run into him nearly as frequently as you did, and you certainly didn’t expect to run into him during your most important battle yet. Of course, he was always interrupting your bad-ass bad guy takedowns, but now your super cool, super critical-to-your-superhero-career, super dangerous team battle too? This had to be some sort of joke. The guy was entertaining at times, but lately everything he did rubbed you the wrong way.

   Just a week earlier, you had been stopping crimes with the friendly neighborhood Spider Man, and now you were fighting alongside Captain America, The Falcon, Scarlet Witch, The Winter Soldier, and Hawkeye to face Iron Man and his equally powerful superhero lineup. You had been instructed by Captain America to stick with him and only engage in battle if absolutely necessary, but for some reason, as soon as you saw the red and blue spandex-clad teen hero, you went for it. Wasn’t there such a thing as turf or something? If there was, the arachnid was definitely all up in yours. You tackled him to the ground, only to be greeted with the same idiotic remarks as usual. 

   “Y/s/n, fancy seeing you here. It’s almost like we planned it, I-I mean I didn’t plan it, but we run into each other so often, fighting and stuff, you know, it would almost seem like-” you cut him off.

   “Oh I know. It’s beginning to get on my nerves, web-head.” You replied rather pointedly, pinning his arms to the ground while straddling him. The position you were in was no doubt suggestive, but you were too pissed to care.

   “Is it really? Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

   “Spidey-boy?” You whispered.

   “Y-yeah?”

   “Shut up and punch me,” you continued, voice low. With that, you pushed yourself up and off of the utterly confused teenage hero, taking a defensive stance.

   “Wait, what?” Spider Man replied, getting up and scratching his head. 

   “Spidey, you are always getting on my nerves,” you say as you throw a punch aimed for his jaw. He barely manages to dodge it, as he throws his hands up in a defensive attempt. 

   “What was that for?” He asked, taken aback, as he sprung up.

   “That was for you interrupting every. single. one. of my takedowns,” emphasizing each word with another punch. “Also, for every witty line that escapes your mouth, and for being a superhero in the same freaking school as me,” you paused for breath. “Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, we’re kinda on opposite teams.”

   “Wait wait wait. Hold on,” he paused, bewildered.  “How do you know we go to the same school? I wasn’t even sure that we were the same age! You’re always so quiet when we fight and kinda angry, I guess, and I-”

   “You’re doing it again.” You cut him off.

   “Y/n?” You stopped advancing on Spider Man as Steve spoke through your earpiece.

   “Steve? What’s wrong?” You immediately responded while you tried to locate him in battle.

   “In case you forgot, I told you to not engage unless absolutely necessary, and we need your help. Now.”

   “Sorry Captain!” You quickly apologized, already beginning to run to his location.

   “Nice to see you, Y/s/n,” Steve teased.

   “Sorry, I thought you’d be able to handle yourselves,” you replied with a smirk. Just as you were about to spring back into action alongside your team, your ever-present interrupter swung down to stop right in front of you.

   “Hold on! You can’t just try to attack me, say we go to the same school, and run off!” Spider Man exclaimed, clearly exasperated. 

   “Seriously, how old are you guys? Like twelve?” Hawkeye chuckled.

   “Y/S/N, get your middle school boyfriend outta here,” The Falcon joined in.

   “Spidey,” you said, ignoring them while advancing on Spider Man, “I can run off when I want, and I did. Problem?” 

   “Yeah!”

   “Then do something about it.”

   “Tony, why’d we recruit him and not her? I like her,” said Black Widow. 

   “Fine! I will!” Spider Man then webbed your hands together.

   “Finally,” you said, rolling your eyes, as you swing your now connected fists into Spidey’s side. With the distraction of you and your frenemy’s verbal battle now dissolved, the fight truly broke out between both teams.

   Spider Man let out a groan, and as you managed to hit him already, you weren’t going to go easy on him. As much as the thought of fighting someone you knew from school might have pained you, you had to remain focused since Spidey was on the opposite team. Spider Man noticed you were lost in thought, and he decided to take advantage and webbed your ankles together. You looked down, trying to escape from the webbing that was binding your hands and legs, but your struggle made you fall forward, crashing into Spider Man and falling on top of him. (Insert flirty pun here lmao). Your face flushed slightly, but you quicly refocused and headbutted Spider Man before rolling off of him and onto your side. Squirming around quickly, your body bent so you could reach your tied hands into the pouch attached to your belt wrapped around your waist. You pulled out a knife, flipping it around to cut the webbing off of your ankles and then your wrists. Getting back up from the ground, you noticed Spidey had recovered from your  headbutt.

The two of you continued to fight, the battle between you was fairly even. You groaned out of frustration, this was becoming pointless. As much as you hated admitting it, Spider Man had the same skill level as you. The two of you were just tiring each other out - and that’s when shit hit the fan.

As soon as Ant Man grew to the size of a formidable skyscraper, Cap yelled for you to leave the airport. Knowing this fight had evolved past your ability level, and with Steve’s heads up, you managed to escape before anyone even noticed you were gone. It sucked to have bailed early, but you knew your parents would ground you forever if you weren’t home in time for school tomorrow.

   Despite the fresh bruises, and having been involved in the biggest superhero fight of the century just the day before, Peter made his way to his first period class. He couldn’t help but wonder as he wandered the familiar halls if you were at school too, and if you were wondering who he was. Of course you wouldn’t be, he thought to himself, as just the day before you had seemed extremely annoyed with him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he ran a hand through his hair. That was when he noticed Y/N, standing in the hallway trying to defend her friend. He didn’t really know Y/N well, but he shared some classes with her and thought she was a cool person, and also super pretty. She and the aforementioned friend were just minding their own business at a locker, but Y/N’s friend was being relentlessly taunted by one of the queen bees. Peter was just about to jump in when Y/N finally snapped. 

   “Look, I can insult my best friend, but if you do it again,” you stepped closer to the girl, “You’re going down.”

   “Do you remember when I asked you for your opinion? No? I don’t either,” the girl said and pushed you out of the way.

   “Do you really want your ass handed to you in front of this many people?” You asked and gestured to the crowd gathered around the two, hoping to watch the drama unfold.

   “Like you could hurt anyone more than your friend’s face does on the daily.” Following that last remark, you put your hands on either side of the girl’s face and headbutted her. 

   “You should learn to use your head more often; there’s got to be something in there other than air,” you stated, as she lay on the ground clutching her head. You turned to your friend, “Come on, let’s get to class.”

   As you walked away, Peter couldn’t help but recall the similarities between the headbutting of that girl and the one he received from Y/S/N yesterday. Y/S/N had said that they went to the same school, but what are the chances it was actually Y/N? Only one way to find out.

   “Hey, Y/N!” You turned around at the sound of your name, only to come face to face with Peter Parker. He was some totally adorable super genius that you hadn’t really ever gotten around to speaking to.

   “What’s up, Peter?”

   “I was just thinking, that that was, ya know, pretty cool of you.”

   “Thanks,” you smiled, and maybe even blushed a little.

   “Some would even say heroic.”

   “Oh I doubt that,” you smirked. Little did he know.

   “So do you headbutt people often?”

   “I wouldn’t say so,” you paused, as you narrowed your eyes, “What are you getting at, Parker?” Now it was his turn to smirk.

   “I dunno. Maybe you should shut up and punch me?” He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

   “You’re freaking Spider Man?!” You whisper-yelled in the busy hallway. He simply shrugged, his face still adorned with that smile, as he backed away and began to disappear in the crowd.

  “Hey! Parker! You can’t just say that and run off!”

  “I can run off when I want. Problem?”

"Hey!"  Diana walked fast ignoring Steve's voice.

"Hey!!" Steve caught up to Diana within seconds.

"Damn his legs!" Diana muttered under her breath.

"Wha...." Diana stopped abruptly making Steve stop his words.

"First, you may be Captain America but you don't get to order everyone especially me and Second stop following me," Diana said poking Steve's chest.

"Why are you not looking at my eyes? " Steve stated , amusement dancing in his face.

"I am!" Diana protested, her eyes met his for a second before looking behind, her cheeks tainting pink in the process. Steve's smirk widened and Diana smacked herself mentally for losing control.

Diana opened her mouth to speak," Wait, let me finish first" Steve interrupted, "Why are you always angry around Fury?"

"I don't know." Diana sighed and felt less burdened after saying it. Diana's eyes widened and before she could give in, Diana muttered a quick bye to Steve and bolted from the place.

Steve stood there perplexed and smiled shaking his head before walking towards the exit.

W o r d C o u n t : 1 1 5 2

I lay in bed reading one of my favorite Stephen King's books when a soft yet crackling noise resonates above me and after a few seconds a few more. Even though it was soft, it disturbed me more than I wanted to admit to myself. Specially while still adapting to a whole new life here in NYC.

Being from a small town outside of London, I was used to live in a peacefully and uneventful environment and the whole change to New York has gotten my anxiety ringing all sort of bells.

I’ve been living with May and her nephew Peter for the last 5 months of my life and I can say it’s been the best 5 months. Moving here all by myself to a whole new country was scare, but as soon as I landed in their home I’ve felt happy, genuinely happy and the safest I’ve felt (excluding times when noises freaked me out). May treated me as if I was her own daughter while Peter made sure that both my life at home and at school were as smooth as a baby’s butt, which I’m profoundly grateful for.

With days passing, Peter had gone from my roommate to my best friend, I knew that whenever I needed someone to talk to, big or small, he’d be right there for me. And that’s what happened about 3 weeks ago... When I found Peter’s biggest secret... - it was an uneventful afternoon and I had a huge math test coming up so I needed that extra study, but somehow my headphones were missing, which made me venture myself into Peter’s room, maybe he wouldn’t mind if I used his for a few hours, when for my amazement, walking inside I see none other than... SPIDER-MAN!

And as you can imagine, that striked as very unfamiliar but also somewhat uncomfortable. I mean he literally was breaking into someone else’s house... but that’s when things got funny... Spider-Man decides to take off his mask (obviously unaware of my presence at the time) and I see that Spider-Man IS Peter! (But try and ignore I said that, it’s a secret, we’re not suppose to know about it !!)

And ever since then we’ve been completely inseparable, where I’d go Peter would follow and where Peter would go, I’d follow too. It was as simple as a true and meaningful and heartfelt friendships (even though sometimes maybe I felt more than that).

I gently put down my book, standing up and looking around the room - I knew May had gone out so I was pretty much alone and freaking out. I walk up to the window, carefully to make sure there were no serial killers on the balcony when I open the door and peek outside and that when Spider-Man drops into my balcony, somewhat limping and holding into his side. I jump back and gasp as he stands there, resting my hand on my chest.

“Oh my god Peter, you can’t do that...” I mumble softly, noticing now how badly injured he was and gasp softly.

“Oh shit, what happened?” I ask quickly as I drape an arm around his waist as he holds onto my neck and I help him inside and slowly walk him to bed, gently helping him sit, gently helping him with his mask as he pulls it off. As he does, I notice some of the bruises all over his face as well as some small cuts here and there, specially on his lower lip and bite my lip hard.

“If you think I look like crap, you should see the other guy...” He mumbles, giving me a weak grin and I can’t help but smile. Even hurt he kept his good humor, that was just one of many things I loved about him.

“I’ve told you before that you should be more careful with yourself... May hates when you come home like this and honestly I’m not a fan” I mumble as I gently help him strip his suit, kind of keeping my eyes on his, stopping myself from looking down at his... well everything!

“Oh what? Not a fan? British people are so hard to please aren’t they?” He grins softly as he kicks it off and I roll my eyes and take his suit on my arms.

“When it means you’re hurt, yes.” I mumble as I bite my lip. “Stay there, I’m gonna get some stuff to take care of your situation and I’ll bring your sweats and a T-shirt from your room. Please don’t move.” I mumble before walking out and heading to his room. I drop the suit in his desk chair and grab a few clean clothes before I walk into the bathroom and grab a few cotton pads along with some bandages and some rubbing alcohol.

I walk back into the room and watch him as he looks around my room and smiles when he sees me. “You know what, you’re worst than May when it comes to this, I’m a superhero... actually I’m an avenger and I can take care of myself...” he mumbles as he grins proudly while I start dipping some cotton pads into the alcohol and start cleaning up the small cuts on his face and he whimpers and I chuckle.

“I thought you were an Avenger and could take care of yourself.” I repeat jokingly at his reaction to the cotton pad and he rolls his yes yet again and smiles goofily up at me.

“Yes I just fought about 100 guys with guns... that makes me specially doesn’t it?” He smiles and I smile back, somewhat showing a proud smile.

“It makes you super special” I mumble softly as I toss the pad in the bin and I reach for another one and start cleaning up his bottom lip, that was yet again for the 3rd time this week bleeding. I gently dip the pad on the alcohol. “It’s gonna sting a little bit” I mumble as I gently start tapping on his lip gently. Standing between his legs as he sat on top of my bed semi naked and can’t help but look into his eyes for a moment and then down at his lips and blushing bright red. Once I’m done, I gently run my thumb over his bottom lip and in an impulse, I lean in and gently crash my lips against his, closing my eyes as I gently and tenderly kiss him. After a second, I feel him kiss me back and blush even harder, smiling softly against his lips.

“I’ll be sure that this isn’t my last fight, if this is what happens afterwards.” I chuckles and looks up at me, gently moving his hand to my hips.

I giggle and roll my eyes “Jus don’t die.” I smile and lean in and kiss him again.