(and peter asks him 'are you tempted

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SIRIUS BLACK

You sigh in exasperation as another ex-girlfriend of Sirius asks you where he is. 

“Down on the grounds. Where else would the git be?” You say nonchalantly, knowing it was a favorite hang out spot for him and his friends. 

Once she flees the scene, you peek under the table you are using. 

“She’s gone.” Out from under the table crawls the one and only Sirius Black. He dusts himself off. 

“Thanks for that, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Can’t you, for once in your life, find yourself a serious girlfriend?”

He gives you his signature charming smirk. “I could, but where would be the fun in that?” 

REMUS LUPIN 

“You have to hide me,” Lupin pleads. You nod and pull aside a tapestry, which he immediately ducks behind. You walk up the corridor, only to be met by James and Sirius. 

“Where’s Remus? We need him,” James pleads with you.

“Library,” you answer readily. Once the duo are out of sight, you march to the tapestry and pull it to reveal a relieved Remus. 

“What prank was it this time?” 

“Let’s just say it involves McGonagall, Snape, rope, and a large amount of duct tape.” 

“Why couldn’t you cover for them this time?” 

“It’s my day off.” 

PETER PETTIGREW

“No.” 

“Come on, Y/N. If you do this, I’ll give you seven minutes in the closet with Sirius,” James offers. Your eyes turn to Sirius who wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

“You seriously think that will tempt me?” 

“Well, we need someone to help us with this next prank,” Sirius pleads.  

“If you couldn’t get Peter to do it, how much more me?” You shoot back. 

“Where is Peter anyway?” Lupin asks. 

“Owlery. Sending a letter to his Mum.” Once you see that they’ve dashed up the flight of stairs that led to the Owlery, you duck into an empty classroom and pat the quivering Peter. 

“They’re gone.”

“Thanks for that, Y/N.” He starts to walk away but turns back to you. “Why’d you do it?” 

“What do you mean?” you ask him. 

“Usually, people would tell them where I am. Even they do it when I ask them to hide me. Why didn’t you?” 

You shrug. “Even you deserve a break every once in a while.” 

“Thanks.” He gives you a small smile. 

“No problem.” 

JAMES POTTER

“JAMES!!!” You hear the shrill voice of Lily Evans echo through the hallway. You rub your temples, wondering what idiotic thing James did to get her attention this time. 

“Hide me!” He whispers frantically before diving behind the sofa just as the portrait hole swings open to reveal a cake covered Lily. 

“Where’s that narcissistic, idiotic prat?” Lily questioned you. 

“Boys dormitory,” You reply, not missing a beat. She nods her thanks before marching up the stairs. 

A sigh of relief and James crawls out from behind the sofa. “Thanks,” he says, laying a hand on his chest as if to calm his beating heart. 

“You know, there are other ways to get her attention,” You point out. 

“But she’s so beautiful when she’s angry!” He protests. 

“Fine, but when your body’s found at the bottom of the Black Lake, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

ALL FOUR OF THEM

You are calmly nibbling on some sandwiches as you relax by the lake. But the peace is broken when you hear four pairs of feet hurrying towards you. You raise an eyebrow as they all plead with you, their voices overlapping. 

Thankfully, you make out the words hide and us so you get the gist. 

“The lake, quickly!” They then all jump in, making four loud splashes as they do. The water settles just as you see Lucius Malfoy and several other Slytherins hurry towards you. 

“Where are those thick-headed buffoons?!” He shouts, spit flying into your face in his anger. 

You calmly wipe them away before saying, “Quidditch pitch. The Gryffindor team have practice today.” 

Once they’re safely out of sight and earshot, you say “They’re gone.” 

The four of them climb out of the lake, sopping wet. 

“Thanks for that, Y/N,” James says as he dries his glasses and clothes. 

“Yeah. Thanks,” Lupin repeats, wringing out his tie

“Ditto,” says Sirius, shaking the water out of his hair

“What would we do without you?” Peter adds as he searches for his wand. 

“You have no idea.” You reply. 

| Secret | Peter Parker

Originally posted by septodragon

“Peter, are you Spiderman?”

Peter choked on his milk, the dark chocolate liquid escaping the sides of his mouth as you jumped and patted his back.

“W-What?” His eyebrow twitched. “What are you talking about Y/N? Of course I’m not Spiderman.”

“Just a question,” You shrugged, returning to your lunch. Peter continued to stare so you rolled your eyes and relented.

“I’ve been asking everyone all day just for fun,” You grinned, chuckling softly. “And so far your reaction has been the best.” You cocked an eyebrow, leaning into his personal space and smiling mischievously. “Unless…you really are Spiderman?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved you away by your shoulder while you laughed. “Oh shut up, Y/N.”

When you weren’t looking Peter turned away slightly and clutched his chest with a hilarious look of relief. So you had been joking. Thank God.

A hand clasped down on Peter’s shoulder from behind just after his spider senses tingled.

“Hey Spiderman.”

Peter jumped and spun around so fast it was a blur. You collapsed into gasping laughter, shaking your head.

“You look like you were caught on a prank show or something!!” You accused while trying to get a hold of yourself. You cleared your throat and looked dead forward and spoke with a husky tone. “And Peter Parker has just been pranked! Join us next week Monday at our special - celebrity pranks!”

Peter snorted at your attempt at a male spokesperson while you wiggled your eyebrows and walked forward.

“That was horrible,” Peter exaggerated, walking along side with you. Then he stopped and looked you in the eyes. “But seriously, you should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.”

You blinked then scoffed. “Right. No one would think that. Like you could be Spiderman.”

Peter paused, a little offended and hurt. “What? You think I couldn’t be?”

Confused at his tone, you looked at him to see his put off expression.

“Oh!” You said in realization at what he thought you meant. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” At Peter’s expectant look you continued. “It’s just that if you were Spiderman, there’s no way you wouldn’t have told me. I mean we are best friends.”

You jabbed him in the shoulder, too busy laughing to see the flicker of guilt that passed on his face.

He bit his lip then chuckled when you brought your eyes to meet his again, ruffling your hair. “W-well you’ve got me there.”


Over the next couple of days you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Peter.

He wouldn’t even speak to you that much in class anymore, staring out the window dazedly. Everywhere he went he was unnaturally silent, looking as if he were in deep contemplation.

He was avoiding you, no matter the excuses he made you knew he was lying. You could always tell.

You thought about this as you walked on the sidewalk from your friend’s house, coming to the conclusion that you would straight out ask him why he was avoiding you the next time you saw him. You would take no crap.

“You know, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you,” You practiced out loud, making a sympathetic face. Then you exhaled and slumped, steadily walking again. “Too subtle,” You mumbled, lifting your head to stare at the bright moon illuminating the star filled night.

“So…are you okay?…” You fiddled with your fingers then face-palmed. “Ugh no.”

You breathed in deeply then stopped, planting your right foot into the ground slightly in front your left and pointing forward dramatically. “What’s wrong with you?!”

"That one was just a tad bit forward,” A voice came from right behind you and you squeaked, turning around with your fists raised in a defensive position.

“Whoa, whoa,” The figure donned in red dropped from the light-post he had been hanging down from. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just giving my advice.”

You eyed Spiderman cautiously, lowering your fists and shifting uncertainly. “Well thank you uh…Spiderman.”

On the inside you were actually chaining your inner fangirl to the floor. THE REAL SPIDERMAN WAS TALKING TO YOU!! DNDKSNWNELDJGHTVEN!!!

“No problem, just doing my patrol,” He shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, knowing he just lied but ignored it. “What’s a young girl like yourself doing all alone at this time of night?”

You glared a bit, shifting your stance and crossing your arms below your chest. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

You must have been hearing things as you thought you heard him snicker fondly under his breath.

For some reason the action reminded you of Peter and you were reminded of your predicament.

“Well then I bid you adieu,” Spiderman saluted playfully to you.

He was about to leave when you stopped him, an arm shooting out and grabbing his arm. You furrowed your eyebrows and fidgeted. Spiderman was a guy right…?

“Yes?” Spiderman asked slowly and you realized you still had custody of his arm. You retreated your hand hastily.

“Hey…I know you don’t know me and all but can I ask you something?” You stuttered, clearing your throat. “I need a little more advice on something that’s been bothering me.” Spiderman chuckled and stepped closer to you.

“Sure,” He said and for some reason you imagined a smirk behind his mask. “But first you have to give me a little favor.”

“Wha-” You started but before you knew it his arm was wrapping around your waist and you were flying through the air.

The next second you were screaming, eyes clenched shut and your arms clinging to him like your life depended on it - well it kinda did.

The feeling of your stomach dropping to the floor like in a roller coaster was similar to what you were feeling now, only now was much worse. There was no safe chair to be bolted in and the reassurance of tested technology. Instead it was just your body being flown and jerked over 100 feet in the air, Spiderman swinging from building to building.

“Hey, hey!” You could barely hear his voice over your shrieking but when you did it sounded reassuring and a bit hyped with energy. “Open your eyes!”

“Are you crazy?!” Your brain managed to form thought, and as he took another sudden drop you cringed. You felt unbelievably scared and your throat was growing hoarse, your heart pounding in your ears.

“It’s okay,” His voice was softer this time, closer to your ear and his hand wrapping tighter around your waist. If you weren’t currently fearful for your life you would slap the stranger for touching you so intimately.
“I won’t let you fall. Just open your eyes.”

For some reason his words sounded genuine and flooded you with a sense of familiar trust. You reluctantly opened your eyes only to squint at the air rushing past you and hitting your face. The streets were far below you as he swung from the tallest buildings, the area lit up with the colorful artificial light from lampposts and restaurants.

The moon was shining brightly in the sky above, so full and so close you felt like you could touch it with your fingertips. Spiderman dived again and your heart jarred once more but you were getting used to it, the adrenaline pouring through your system making the world so much more clear. Your eyes widened as you realized what you were experiencing.

Spiderman looked slightly back at you only to hear you scream - but this time in delight.

“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled. The sense of panic still lingered but now you were laughing, your grip on him loosening. You grinned, even daring to let loose one arm and leave it trailing through the air.

Spiderman seemed to bask in your glee and took another brave lunge towards the ground before swinging up just in time for you two not to go splat. You laughed loudly, clinging to him and letting your h/l hair flow behind you.

“Can you see your house from here?!” He asked over the wind and you paused to actually look. You nodded, pointing to your home in the close distance.

“Over there!” You said.

“Alright, hold on!” He shouted, glee overtaking his voice. “WOOHOO!”

If there were any citizens walking in the streets that night, all they would hear would be the delighted screams of a girl and the cheers of a male, their voices echoing together as they swung among-st the rooftops.


You wheezed as Spiderman let you off at your front door, face flushed and the feeling of the ground beneath your feet strange.

Phantom sensations of your stomach plummeting and the air stinging your skin still crawled over you and you couldn’t suppress the grin that lifted your lips.

“That was…that was…” You started breathlessly, staring at Spiderman who didn’t looked to be ruffled in the least.

“Amazing? Crazy? Awesome?” He asked smugly.

“…wow,” You finished lamely. He laughed and shook his head.

“Of course you would say that,” He smiled to himself. Before you could question him he continued. “What did you want to ask me now?”

“Well you see..there’s this guy,” You started, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Behind the mask Peter’s smile dropped.

“A…guy?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh not like that! Well…a little like that but that’s not the point.” You had to admit to yourself that you had a crush on Peter. A severe one actually but this guy didn’t need to know that.

For a second you paused and wondered why you were confiding in a complete stranger before shrugging it off. He did fly you over the city and take you home. Least you could do was trust him.

“He’s been acting a little weird recently and kinda ignoring me. Plus I kinda like him and that just makes it worse,” You rubbed your arm. “Sorry to ask but you ARE a guy…what do you think I should do?”

Spiderman stared at you for a while - well you assumed he was staring as he didn’t move for a bit - before answering you.

“Well to me this guy sounds like a complete douchebag,” He started. “But if you’re close with him you shouldn’t be scared to ask him what’s wrong. I’m sure he’ll understand and might not even know you had felt that way.”

Peter was tempted to tell you to ditch the guy - you shouldn’t be that upset over anyone except for hi- but his morals overcame and he found himself sprouting his thoughts.

You smiled, a fiery determination aura practically lighting around you. “You’re right! Hey you think I could practice on you?”

He shrugged and you walked up to him. You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath that burned your chest before slowly letting it out.

“Hey Peter,” You started, not noticing Spiderman tense in shock. “You’ve been distant these past few days and I was wondering if I said or did something wrong?”

You paused to let Spiderman assess that beginning only to hear complete silence. Spiderman was standing stiff in surprise and you freaked out. “What?! Was that bad?! That sounded stupid didn’t it-”

Peter tuned out your rambling as he mentally punched himself in the face. He didn’t even notice he had been avoiding you. Over the past week he had been caught up in his thoughts about his secret concerning you and his guilt. I mean yeah, sometimes he didn’t want to face you and occasionally he walked past you in the hallway and that one time he-

He was an idiot.

Peter looked around at the area, spotting a few security cameras nearby and frowning. That wouldn’t work with what he was planning to do.

He cut off your chatter by scooping you up and swinging into your room through the window he knew you always left open.

“What was that for-?”

“I’m sorry,” Spiderman said, closing the window and spinning around. “I’m sorry. You haven’t said anything wrong. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You backed away, a bit scared he knew your name, the words he was saying not quite registering yet.

Then Peter took off the mask, his brown locks spilling out messily as he quickly crossed the room to you.

“Peter?!” Shock, betrayal, embarrassment at everything you’d confided in him, love and fear all mixed together and overwhelmed your senses.

Then you were in his arms, your face smushed suddenly against his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He repeated, hugging you tighter. You could smell the faint lingering off the cologne he had on earlier as well as a musky cinnamon scent that was just…him.

You shook harder, everything starting to make sense. “Peter, you’re…” Giving up, you let your head fall limply on his chest.

“I guess that’s why you were so jumpy when I asked you those questions,” You gave a short laugh of exhaustion but was still in a state of shock.

Peter chuckled, bringing you out of his chest so he could see your face. “Yeah. I’ve just been stressing out about not telling you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot Y/N.”

You hummed. “Yeah, you were.”

Peter pouted and you giggled.

“Apology accepted, dork,” You shoved his shoulder softly.

“You know I would never hurt you,” Peter softly caressed your head and you melted into the feeling.

There was a silence in which Peter smiled gently before it turned mischievous. “So Y/N~ What was that earlier about you having a crush on me?”

You went rigid, going to escape his grasp but he only tightened the hug once again. You tried to pull away his arms but failed utterly, your hands feeling the rock hard lean muscles under his skin through the suit.

WHA-When did Peter get this strong?!!

“Let go of me!” You sputtered, so embarrassed you wanted to go crawl in a hole.

Peter laughed and you shut your eyes tightly, wishing this wasn’t happening.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You ended up denying. Peter only laughed louder.

“No, You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He calmed slightly. “I bet you don’t have a clue how happy that made me. I’ve liked you for a very long time now Y/N.”

You were surprised to see a red tint on his cheeks and your fingers clenched.

“You’re joking,” You choked, not believing him. He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should prove it then.”

The words made your mouth dry and temporarily paused your breathing process. Any light mood between you and him was now completely gone, swallowed up by the now intense atmosphere.

Peter bent closer into your personal space and slowly brought his palms up to cup your cheeks. You couldn’t control the way you were shaking in anticipation and fear.

Peter’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips then back up again. You licked your lips reflexively which drew his attention back there.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was hoarse with want and restraint. You weren’t just some girl he had a crush on and wanted to kiss. You were much more than that. You were also his best friend, the one he spent everyday with and the one who he trusted with everything. The one he cried with and laughed with and was there to comfort him during his Uncle’s death. You had earned his respect and he had earned yours.

You wanted to cry.

“Yes,” You whispered and the word had just left your lips when he closed the space between your mouths.

Your eyes fluttered close and your arms raised to bring him closer. His warmth encircled you and his mouth moved with yours - at first gently then more desperate as the kiss slowly grew more passionate.

You leaned your head back and got lost in the unfamiliar pleasure of the kiss, unaware when your back hit the wall.

Peter broke apart from you only to attack your lips at a different angle. His left hand left your cheek to slip down your neck and rest on the back of your nape.

You let out a shaky sigh as chills swept up your spine. You couldn’t believe this was happening and you pushed yourself closer, not wanting it to end. Your bodies were mushed together so that there was no space between the two of you and your hands couldn’t stay still.

“Peter,” You gasped into the kiss as he invaded your mouth. You shuddered and reciprocated as best as you could, threading your fingers through his hair.

Soon enough you grew lightheaded and pushed gently on his chest to let him know you needed air.

He immediately separated from you, though reluctantly, and watched your disheveled, panting form in admiration. You took a minute to catch your breath before speaking.

“That was-” You started.

“Wow?” He finished, teasing. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder your signature shove.

“Shut up, I didn’t know that was you,” You intertwined your fingers with his and laid your head against the wall.

“My parents are gonna kill me,” You smiled.

Peter shrugged. “Should I buy something nice for the funeral?”

“You won’t be saying that when my dad hunts you down.”

Peter’s face was so hilarious it made you start to almost cry in your laughter.

“What? Little Spiderman’s scared of my dad?” You covered your mouth in surprise before breaking into giggles again. Peter flicked your forehead, acting annoyed but you both knew the two of you were extremely happy.

“Shut up, Y/N.”


[MasterList]

Sneaking- Peter maximoff smut

Word count: 944 Requested: yes Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Raring: M- SMUT A/N: I’m so sorry it took forever, but here! I know it’s not the best but it’s finally up!

The two had been together for a while now. Almost a year to be exact. The tension between the two was growing stronger as the days went by. Yet, even with being legally adults, the two never got the chance to do anything, let alone be alone together.

Readers POV

    Peter draped his arm over my side as we walked down the hallway of Xavier’s school. “Class treat you well today, babe?” He asked, his Goggles sitting on his head lopsided. I nodded and grinned at the silver haired boy. “Pretty good, Hank decided to set up a new course for us at the end of this semester… It’s kind of funny” I raised my hand and fixed his Goggles. “Oh, really? What is it?” Peter asked as we made our way to the school yard. “Sexual education and I think it’s 99% because of us” I replied at the fact it was true. That ,and Scott and Jean were getting pretty close.     Peter scoffed as we sat down at an empty picnic table, dropping our bags. “Seriously… Man we’re legal. I’m old enough to know how to put it in-” “DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE, KURT IS BEHIND YOU” Jubilee interrupted and sat down beside us - actually, in between us. Probably because Charles put her and the rest of our friends up to keeping Peter and I separated. Peter frowned and stood up. “Babe, want to go get food with me?” He asked, obvious excuse to find a way alone.   I was quick to follow behind him, we went walking down toward his room. “You know, we don’t even have to have sex, right? We could just go to that carnival that you like so much” Peter looked at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. “Of course I know that but the most you’ve actually gotten to do was finger me and that was on the bus. I just want to be with you in any way we possibly ever could” I spoke softly and shrugged. We stopped at his door and he was fast to pin me in against the inside of it. His lips found mine and he pressed needy kisses to my lips. I inhaled, taking in all of this scent. He smelt so beautiful.   Much to our dismay, we heard an all too familiar BAMF and Peter sighed in hysteria, pulling away. “Really, Kurt? Man this sucks” Peter looked at he blue mutant who was grinning sheepishly. “I zhought I should finish my homevork”. Peter rolled his eyes and in a rush we were in an entirely new surrounding. A closet.

   “If we can’t get privacy in my room, we’ll get it here” he began to press those needy and list filled kisses to my lips and trailed down. His hand began to move lower to my hips and he kissed down my neck, to my collarbone and stopped. “Can we?” He asked softly and I immediately knew what he meant. I want to. I really want to. “We can get caught, Peter…” I trailed off, not entirely sure I wanted Peters father or anyone else to find Peter getting off inside of me. He grinned at me and held up a silver packet. A condom. Of course he would. “That’s the best thing about it! If we get caught, there’s always that thrill that we proved them wrong that we did get to have sex again” peter pressed his lips to my nose and waited. I nodded slowly.

Within a second or two we were both entirely naked and Peter was rolling on a condom. He pumped himself and looked at me before teasingly running his shaft up and down my slit. I whimpered out and glared at him. “We don’t have time for foreplay”. Peter  chuckled at my hiss. “Of course we don’t. I just like teasing you” Peter lowly pushed himself inside of me until he completely bottomed out, the awkward dull pain between my hips was back from not having him in such a long time. “You okay? You’re making hat face again” he was looking at me seriously this time and he rubbed my cheek softly. “No. I swear, you better not stop” I stated.

I felt Peter roll his hips before pulling out and sliding back into my heat very slowly, then repeating. The face he was making was pure concentration. It was more than likely he was struggling to go slow instead of fast like he’s used to. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “You can move faster, I’m not made of glass”. “ I know I just don’t want to risk hurting my baby girl” Peter said and he started to move in a little faster, but not much. We both let out small moans and gasps.

  Not long after, the sound of our skin was the only think audible. That’s a lie. We were loud. Peter was pounding into me and groaning loud, both of us chasing our orgasms. I felt that familiar tightness in my lower region and let go instantly, a heat and lightheadedness washing over me, my vision blurry. Feeling Peter release info the condom with a loud moan, I heard him giggle. “What?” I asked. “You squirted”. I felt my cheeks get hotter than there was before.

“Okay, fun is up. My office now” Professor Xavier’s voice calls from the opposite side of the door. I heard Erik and Raven mumble something and them walking off, I stared at Peter with wide eyes. He smirked and sat up. “What can I say? You tempted me, and it’s totally worth whatever we have to do now”.

He’s Familiar

Peter Parker x reader

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1422

Warnings: Swearing, almost getting mugged

A/N: I hope you cuties have been having an amazing summer! I’m gonna be posting another request on Saturday. If you do have a request we haven’t wrote yet, I am so sorry. Please be patient with us. It’s been really fun to be writing outside of requests again and be getting my imagination going, even if my writings been shit lately lol. Thanks for reading! Love you kids!!


“Are you even listening to me?” You asked Peter who had been staring off into the distance while you had been updating him on the drama of your family life.

“Yeah, of course. I just-uh…I gotta go! I’ll text you tonight, okay?” Peter jumped up from his seat and started to run out of the library you two had been sitting in.

You let out a sigh once you could no longer see him. He had been doing that so often lately. Between his weird disappearances and his Stark Internship, you almost never saw Peter anymore. You couldn’t help but feel like he was just purposely avoiding you more than anyone else.

After sitting in silence for a few more minutes, you decided that there was no point in you staying at the library. You were supposed to study with Peter, but you you could do that just as well in your room. The only reason you had come there was because Peter had thought that it would be less distracting than either of your apartments.

You put your headphones in, blasting your favorite playlist as you walked down the busy streets. You felt almost overwhelmed with all the people pushing against your shoulders. You spotted an alleyway that would get you home much sooner. The alleyway was dark and gave you goosebumps just when looking at it.

“Screw it.” You muttered under your breath, turning to go into the alleyway.

With your headphones in, you didn’t hear the gang approaching behind you. You just kept going on your way, completely oblivious to how they were eyeing you down. You let out a gasp when one of them grabbed your shoulder, to turn you around. You pulled out one of your earphones and stood up taller, trying to intimidate the men.

“What do you want?” You hissed, faking confidence in the tone of your voice.

“Empty out your pockets and backpack.” One of them demanded.

“I don’t have any money with me. And if I did, what are you going to do? It’s broad daylight and there are plenty of people walking by.” You said, ignoring the chills that were traveling down your spine.

“They won’t notice anything.” Another grinned, taking intimidating steps to back you into a corner.

You turned to run, when their hands grabbed you and starting pulling you back into the corner. You screamed, not knowing what else to do. You had never been taught self defense and now deeply regretted it.

“Hey!” You heard a familiar voice shout, webs pinning one of your captors hands to the wall.

You watched as Spiderman swung down from the building he was on top of. He quickly took out the group one by one, leaving them pinned to either the wall of the alleyway or the ground. You stood in shock, not really knowing what to do. This whole situation had been a lot for you to take in.

“Are you okay?” Spiderman asked, moving to stand in front of you when he was done.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, your eyes wide with shock.

“Um, miss?” His voice was filled with concern.

“Thank you.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. His touch made you feel safe. You couldn’t see it, but Spiderman was bright red underneath his mask.

“O-of course.” He stuttered, wrapping his arms around you slowly. “So, uh, what were you doing alone in this place in the first place?”

“My friend ditched me at the library, so I decided I would just go home. And taking this back way is much faster than the main road.” You explained, pulling away from the hug, much to Spiderman’s disappointment.

“Didn’t you think that this would be unsafe?” You rolled your eyes at his question.

“Of course I did, but I just assumed that since it was daytime that nothing would happen.” You huffed.

“So, are you and that friend close?” Spiderman changed the subject, ignoring the confused look on your face.

“What kind of topic change is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I, uh, I was just wondering.” Spiderman shrugged.

“Um, well yeah he’s a good friend. We used to be best friends actually, but he just started disappearing a lot. I never really seem him anymore.” You frowned, the thought of Peter instantly lowered your mood.

“Huh, that’s too bad. How about I take you home” Spiderman offered.

“Don’t you have to go stop some criminals?” You asked, feeling more than tempted to accept his offer.

“I can make time for this.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while he talked.

“Let’s go then.” You grinned, starting to walk down the alleyway.

“Uh, I could get us there faster.” He didn’t move after you, instead he shot a web up to the next building over.

“You can’t be serious.” You shook your head, looking up at his web wearily.

“Trust me. I just saved your life, you can trust me.” Spiderman offered you a hand that you slowly took.

One moment you were on the ground and the next you were flying through the air. You arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and he kept one arm around your waist. You closed your eyes for a second, not enjoying the idea of seeing how far up the two of you were. But as you swung from building to building, you felt at peace with the air flying through your hair. You decided to open your eyes and began to laugh at how freeing it felt to be up in the sky.

Spiderman turned to look at you, his smile wide as he watched you enjoy yourself. He shot one last web at your window, putting an end to your joy ride. He lowered you slowly onto your window sill and crouched beside you. He watched as you carefully slid open your window and jumped into your room.

“Thank you again.” You smiled turning to look at the masked hero one last time.

“See you around, (Y/N).” He turned and swung off, leaving you to wonder how he knew your name.

~~~

“The strangest thing happened to me last night.” You dropped your lunch on to the table, taking a seat across from Peter and Ned.

“What happened?” Ned asked in between bites of his school lunch.

“Well, after you ditched me at the library,” You paused to give Peter a glare. “I decided to head home and almost mugged by this gang.”

“Wait, what?” Ned asked in shock, only for you to shush him.

“I’m not finished yet! So, I’m all corned and Spiderman swung into the alleyway and kicked their asses!” You exclaimed, Ned and Peter exchanging a look that you failed to notice.

“That’s crazy.” Peter mumbled, putting most of his focus on the food in front of him.

“But that’s not the strangest part! Somehow, he knew where I lived and my name!” You said with wide eyes, Peter snapping his head up in panic.

“I’m sure he just saw your school I.D. or something.” Peter said quickly, causing you to look at him in disbelief.

“Even if he did see my school I.D., how would he know which apartment I lived in. And more specifically, he went to my bedroom window. I just feel like I know him. He seemed so familiar.” You said, Ned turning to look at Peter in shock. “You know, his voice kind of sounded like yours Peter.”

“T-that’s strange. Uh, I’m not working at my internship tonight if you want to come over.” Peter offered, changing the subject from Spiderman.

“I’m down.” You smiled, happy to finally be able to spend some time with Peter outside of school.

You heard your name being yelled from across the cafeteria by a friend you had in Biology. They were beckoning you over in an almost panicky motion. You sighed before standing up from the table.

“I’ll see you tonight! And remember to be careful while you’re out fighting crime.” You winked at Peter, his face heating up with a blush.

“Do you think I have a chance with (Y/N) now that they know I’m Spiderman?” Peter asked Ned, watching as you walked to your Biology partner.

“You’ve always had a chance, you’ve just been too much of a wimp to take it.” Ned laughed. “But maybe being Spiderman will give you enough courage to ask them out.”

“I think it will.” Peter nodded with a smile.

Secret Identities

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Fluff, fighting

A/N: Changed the way they tell each other, I hope that’s okay!

“You heading to Gwen’s party Saturday night?” your long time best friend, Peter, asks after swallowing his mouthful of PB&J sandwich.

You shrug, “I don’t know,”

“What? Why?” Peter says, his voice raising an octave and his eyebrows shooting up.

Your stomach clenches, and you try to quickly think of a lie, “I… Uh… I’ve got too much homework,”

Peter frowns, “As if! No one has homework, we’re graduating next week,”

“Today’s our last day,” Ned adds, making Peter nod enthusiastically.

Your cheeks flush, knowing you’d been caught in your stupid lie, “Guess I can make it then,” you mumble.

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Tatterdemalion Dreams

This is a coda to Ragtag Heroes, not really intended to become a separate thing but my attempt to get into Sirius’s head. Excuse me while I upend my drabble bin over your heads. :D


Sirius’s little brother has always been just that—little. Regulus was a slight and slender child, and has grown into a lean and lithe man, a little too thin and rawboned from constant stress but still pretty in the way that their parents always despaired of. Sirius can admit, despite his hatred of her, that Walburga Black was an absolutely stunning woman, and Regulus takes after her very much in looks.

Not so much in personality, though, regardless of what Sirius thought as a child. Not after what he’s managed to accomplish.

Slumped in a dusty old armchair, Sirius watches his brother wander around Grimmauld Place’s library, touching covers, stroking long fingers over worn spines. This is Reggie’s element and always has been—Sirius was honestly astonished that he ended up in Slytherin rather than Ravenclaw, during the Sorting. Regulus as a child, in Sirius’s mind, was forever clutching a book, sometimes as big as himself, and wandering around with a dreamy, distant expression. He thinks of it with a bit of a pang, now, because at some point during his first year at Hogwarts that warm burst of fondness at the sight of his little brother, forever trying to please everyone, transformed into something sneering and derisive and passively loathing.

Regulus being sorted into Slytherin was the final straw, and Sirius, already immersed in being different from their parents and surrounded by Gryffindors who held the same beliefs, had turned his back on Regulus, not about to associate himself with a sniveling follower.

Never mind the fact that Regulus was eleven. Never mind that their parents had always leaned harder on Regulus, who was never nearly as willful. Never mind that Regulus adored Sirius since birth, as the only one who spent any amount of time with him outside of the house elves. Sirius had turned away, found a new brother in James who suited him so much better, and left without a backwards glance.

Their parents were never kind, even to the family favorite, and Sirius watches Regulus meander through the shelves with something like guilt roiling in his gut. Should have known, he thinks, and the vague, distant regret he’s felt since learning of his brother’s death is back in full force, because Sirius had run away from the family and left Regulus behind. It doesn’t matter that they were at odds at the time; Regulus was always a gentle soul, always tried to please their parents no matter what. Sirius could have easily taken him along to James’s, could have convinced him to abandon their parents’ ideals if only he’d remembered the sweet little boy Regulus had been, rather than looking at the distant, aloof Black prince he’d been forcibly molded into.

But he didn’t, hadn’t bothered, and something in Sirius is—

“Leo Prince,” Regulus says unexpectedly, making Sirius jump.

“What?” Sirius asks, blinking.

When he looks up, Regulus is giving him that nostalgic you’re-a-moron-Siri-and-must-I-lower-myself-to-your-level look. He’s seen it quite often—usually from the child Regulus used to be, excited about some obscure spell or ritual or potion, some little-known aspect of ancient magical theory that lost Sirius completely about twelve words into the explanation. Not that he’s an idiot, academically—Sirius has always been proud of his grades—but Regulus is something entirely different. Even their parents never quite knew what to do with him, beyond shipping him off to Voldemort in a gift-wrapped package.

“Yes, Reggie?” Sirius grins at his little brother, for the sole reason that the nickname drives him batty and nothing gets his ire up like pretending to be stupid. “What was that?”

Regulus rolls his eyes so hard Sirius wonders how he doesn’t strain something. “My name,” he explains, tone long-suffering, “for teaching at Hogwarts.”

Sirius turns it over in his head for a moment. “Leo?” he repeats dubiously, because outwardly Regulus is the perfect Slytherin, and whenever he’s not being Slytherin he gives a damned good impression of being a born Ravenclaw. Nothing leonine about him, really.

That gets him another roll of Regulus’s eyes, though it’s subtler this time. “The star Regulus is the brightest heavenly body in the constellation Leo,” he says, and his mouth quirks in a wry smile. “Also called ‘the Heart of the Lion’.”

Sirius snorts at that, wondering what twist of fate gave Regulus the one Black name that suited him exactly. ‘Heart of the Lion’ indeed. “And Prince?”

“From the literal meaning of my name.” Regulus turns back to his books again, plucking one off the shelf and adding it to the already sizeable pile he’ll be taking to Hogwarts with them. “’Little King’. It’s a name I’ve used before, in parts of the Continent. So if a particularly overprotective parent should try to trace my movements, there will be a trail. Leo Prince spent two years in Italy and then Eastern Europe, studying blood rituals from ancient times.”

Of course he did, Sirius thinks with a roll of his own eyes. He’s spent several weeks already with Hermione, and even she can’t hold a candle to his little brother. But rather than say anything—although it’s tempting, because Reggie being defensive over his rituals and spells is easily one of the more amusing things Sirius has ever encountered—he just asks, “And disguises? It’s more than likely that Peter told Voldemort about my Animagus form, and I hate to say it, Reggie, but you—”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus cuts him off, clearly annoyed. He’s always been easy for Sirius to rile. “We look very similar, I’m aware. Harry thought I was you, at first glance.”

Sirius blinks and fights a frown. Regulus is pretty, and Sirius has always considered himself—not without corroboration from other sources—to be handsome. Then he glances up, catches the tail end of Regulus’s wicked grin as the younger Black turns away, and huffs. “Oh, go on, rub it in,” he growls, chucking a cushion at his smirking brother. “At least I take after Father rather than dearest Mother in looks, pretty boy.”

That earns him a rude hand gesture and a scowl. “Anyway,” Regulus says forcefully. “I won’t use charms to change my appearance—they’re too easily detected and broken, even by the simplest of wards or spells. But…” He trails off, rummaging in a cupboard for a moment, and then, with a victorious sound, emerges holding a pair of glasses with delicate silver frames. He slips them onto his face, then pulls his hair from its loose tail and twists it into a messy braid falling over his shoulder.

They’re simple changes, but they’re able to highlight the differences between them. Sirius sits up straighter, taking in the way the glasses manage to entirely change Regulus’s face, and the hairstyle gives him a bookish, distracted, professorly air. With a change of clothes—good-quality robes, he thinks, maybe a little tattered, quiet colors, slightly too large—Regulus will be all but unrecognizable. Oh, there will be similarities, but there used to be a pureblood Prince family, and they intermarried with the Blacks enough to write off the resemblance as a result of typically tangled pureblood genealogy.

Regulus is giving Sirius the same look in return, but his is faintly distracted. “You, however,” he murmurs, “will need a charm or two, if only to keep from giving any of the more superstitious students a heart attack, looking like a Grim.” He trails off, muttering under his breath, his gaze absent, and Sirius realizes that this is his contemplative look. He’s no doubt running through every glamour charm he knows, cataloguing faults and weaknesses.

Such a Ravenclaw, really, Sirius thinks, and doesn’t even bother to fight the fond smile that rises. Good old Reggie, the walking encyclopedia of spells.

Then Regulus looks up at him and smiles that singularly angelic smile that means he’s about to show how he and Sirius really are related. He taps long fingers against his lips to hide the beginnings of a smirk, and murmurs, “Well, you’re the size of a bear, so there’s no way we’ll actually be able to pass you off as a normal dog, but…white, I think. Yes, white will do nicely. Maybe with a touch of tan?”

Sirius only has a moment to feel horrified before Regulus’s wand is out and moving.

“Well?” his little brother demands, sounding unnervingly like McGonagall. “Change already, we haven’t got all day.”

It’s going to be a very long year indeed.


It’s been a near age since Regulus last set foot on Hogwarts ground. He stands just outside the gates, staring up at the vast and imposing castle—strangely comforting, a home more than Grimmauld place could ever be, and he wonders if it’s like that for everyone. Perhaps only those from broken homes, if the Black family can count as such. Sirius, at least, had the Potters, but Regulus was always a distant, aloof child with few acquaintances and fewer friends. He had no one.

Unconsciously, his fingers curl into the thick fur of the beast standing at his side, higher than his waist and as big as a bear. White fur now, rather than black, but it’s still Sirius, still his brother brought back to him. Maybe everything isn’t entirely easy between them yet, but they’ve been strangers longer than they’ve been family, and they’re readjusting. Sirius whines softly and bumps against his hip, and Regulus musters up a smile for him.

“I’m fine, Siri,” he murmurs, although his fingers stay buried in pale fur. “Just…overwhelmed, a little.”

Normally he’d never admit to such a thing, but this is Hogwarts and he’s coming back and there’s absolutely nothing in the world he’s dreamed of more than destroying the Dark Lord with his brother at his side and the Light at this back. This is a step closer, the fifth out of seven, and then there’s only the snake left to find. Regulus has thrown out his net already; there are many people who owe him favors by now, with his knowledge base and skill set and Slytherin cunning, and Nagini will be found soon enough.

Just Ravenclaw’s artefact now, and then Harry. Their goal is so close, so achingly close that Regulus can almost taste it, and after sixteen unwavering years, he’s ready. Ready for a normal life, a death not at the hands of his former master, days not spent running from even the vaguest chance that Voldemort could discover him or his plans. It’s been too long.

With a huff of very un-canine impatience, Sirius shoves at him again and then heads up the road, strides sure and confident. Regulus only hesitates for a moment longer before hurrying to catch up with him, careful of his baggy robes. He hates them, if only for Sirius’s teasing at how he looks like a waifish scholar who thinks too much to eat. Not that Sirius is one to talk, really—he’s changed from looking like a Grim to looking like something out of Norse myth that’s about to devour the sun.

But Sirius is happy to be out of that dreary and rundown house, and Regulus can’t blame him. About the only good thing remaining there is Kreacher, and the elf is getting on in years. He’d been overjoyed that Regulus returned, but as much as Regulus missed him he hadn’t been able to bring himself to stay. He’d packed everything he needed in a day and headed out to Hogwarts and his new post, Sirius in tow. They’re quite a pair, really.

McGonagall meets them at the main doors, still regal and authoritative in a way Blacks can only dream of being, but she smiles faintly at Regulus. “Professor Prince,” she says. “How good to have you back. If you’ll follow me, I will show you to your chambers.”

This is happening, Regulus thinks suddenly, as his heart stutters and leaps forward into a gallop. This is real.

Professor, she called him, and that’s what he is now. No longer a nameless, fleeing face but a person, a figure of some standing, with a name and a past even if it isn’t his own.

That’s…pleasing.

Imagine force feeding Derek when he forgets to eat.
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She slammed the plate down with a clatter, startling him from the dust covered pages his nose was currently buried in.

“Eat.”

His eyes snapped from the tempting roast beef and cheddar sandwich to her stern face, the smell enticing him. She remembered the banana peppers.

“Not hungry.”

With a huff and surprising strength, she pushed the leather bound book away and slid the plate in its place.

“Derek, you haven’t eaten in 16 hours. The 500-year-old how-to supernatural extermination guide isn’t going anywhere, but my patience is. Eat.” It was no longer a request.

He conceded with a smile and muted thanks, meeting her smile.

“Where’s mine?” Peter asked, voice thick with feigned hurt.

“You came back from the dead, Peter. You can make your own food.”

Margin for Error

Bellarke, post 4x08 fluff

Sorry for ruining Bellamy’s sexy times, but it was absolutely worth it, and lbr, it’s not like there’s zero margin for error when hooking up with your soul-mate’s doppelgänger and drinking the funny tea.


“Bellamy? You in there?”

Technically, he’s awake. But moving his body feels like a terrible idea. And if the person knocking at the door were anyone else, he’d probably ignore them. But it’s not anyone else. It’s Clarke.

“Bellamy?” Luckily, the mere utterance of his name from her lips gives him enough of an adrenaline rush to climb a fucking mountain. Which is basically what answering the door equates to at this point.

She’s only been gone for two days, but it’s felt like an eternity. And now, here she is—solid, alive, and stunning as ever, if a little blurry. He flops a hand down on her shoulder just to be sure. “Clarke. You’re back. You’re really back.”

“Woah,” Clarke says, and suddenly her hands are all over him: less in the frisky lover kind of way, more in the concerned friend kind of way. Like he’s tipping over or something. Which, fine, might be the case.

Clarke looks at him like there’s something written in a foreign language across his forehead. “What happened to your face?” And at first, all he can think of is that it hurts, and he’s not exactly sure why. His brain is also throbbing like crazy, so the whole thinking and remembering routine is a bit slow-going.

Clarke looks even more displeased now that it’s clear he’s not exactly on top of things, mentally. “Sit down. You could have a concussion.”

But he knows this feeling, and he’s like 95% sure it’s not a concussion.

85% sure.

“S’okay. I’m fine,” he tells her, as she sits herself next to him on what he’s just now realizing is… oh, fuck. This is Clarke’s bed. This is Clarke’s room.

(ao3)

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The Bet- A Peter Pan One-Shot

Title: The Bet
Request: Just in case I was right about my mobile.. I would like a story about the following: neck kisses with Peter Pan. You can take the story however you would like. Just please, make it happy. Em and Elizabeth, you guys do amazing work.
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
AN: Warnings for a bit of smutty actions and language!

“You won’t be able to last a day.” Peter smiled to his girlfriend Y/N.
“Yea I can! Just watch me.” Y/N responded.
“Then it’s on!” Peter exclaimed.
They had started a bet- whom ever kissed the other one on the lips first loses.
Winner gets what ever they want!
“I’m going to win, jackass.” Y/N said walking out their tent.
“What ever you say love!” Peter called to her.

That night, Y/N was cleaning up the camp from dinner from earlier that night.
Her back was turned, and suddenly she felt her hair being moved behind her back to expose her neck.
Kisses were being planted down her neck, and she knew it was Peter.
“You won’t be able to seduce me into kissing you by kissing me neck.” Y/N giggled.
“I know you.” Peter responded, “Neck kisses are your weakness.”
He kept kissing her neck, Y/N enjoying it but then realizing that she had enough.
She turned around quickly, “I’m not giving in that easily.”
Y/N walked into their tent, Peter left to clean up the rest of the things from dinner.
“We’ll see about that.” Peter smirked.

When Peter walked into their tent, Y/N seemed to be asleep.
He stripped down, and got beside her to get some sleep himself.
Before he knew it, he felt lips on his neck.
“Seriously?” he chuckled.
Y/N giggled as she kissed her neck, down to his back, and up to his neck again.
“Just turn around and face me if you want more.” she said seductively.
Peter hoped up out of the bed, “I’m going to sleep outside.”
“So you won’t be tempted?” Y/N asked.
“Exactly.” he responded.

For two days, Y/N and Peter relentlessly continued on with their bet.
“This is getting tiring.” Y/N confessed.
“Then just kiss me.” Peter smirked.
“I can’t I want to win.” Y/N laughed.
Peter pinned her against a nearby tree, “But so do I.”
He started to kiss her neck harshly, Y/N wanting nothing but to kiss him back as hard as she could.
“Oh fuck this.” she said, finally pulling Peter up to kiss his lips.
Peter pulled away, “I win. I knew those neck kisses would work.”
“What do you want as your prize?” Y/N asked mockingly.
“Hmm.” Peter said, “I want you.”
He lifted her up bridal style, and carried her back to their tent.
“The best prize a man could have.” he smirked a he laid her on his bed, “One hell of a gorgeous woman.”


much love!
Em

“Tell My Story” - Part II

A Peter Parker Series

Part I

Summary: You have spent your lifetime being isolated from the outside world. Once a new chapter begins, where you get to adapt yourself to the life of an ordinary teenager, the initial story starts to fall apart

Word Count: 6.1k

(A/N): Hello party people,  I hope this lives up to your expectations. I do not claim credit for the following GIFs — some of them aren’t as accurate as I wanted them to be — Anyhow, Enjoy x

Peter could not get the anonymous figure with the icy powers out of his system. He was no longer frozen; thanks to the heater Mr Stark had put into his suit, among all the other hundreds of mandatory equipment — what an overprotective dad man — The concept of another person with such unique abilities living in the city as him was exciting! Or alarming, in case he or she was evil. Even though, he wouldn’t know what to do, once he had found him or her; he was prompted to blindly go on a quest for the rest of the night; which was doomed to fail.  

Due to his mind being completely occupied, he was even more absent-minded than usual. He had let you rant on about something — he would have known if he was paying attention — for several minutes, as the three of you walked down the hallway.

“Pete, you’re not even listening”, you accused defensively, based on his lack of responses.

“Peter!“, Ned yelled right in his friend‘s hear, lending you a hand.

That was all it took to bring him back down to earth. “I‘m sorry, what were you- what were you saying?“, he stuttered embarrassedly.

You chuckled at his frantic reaction. “I asked if you wanted to come to my place and work on our project today after school”, you repeated for the third time.

“Yeah! I mean yeah, that’s- that’s cool with me.”

Ned dramatically placed his hand over his heart. “Are you guys making plans without me in front of my face? That‘s cold, man.“

“You’re welcome to join us“, you happily offered.

“Nah, I’m good. I don’t wanna third-wheel.”

After briefly exchanging goodbyes, you hurried to your next lesson; leaving the two by themselves. Peter watched you vanish into the distance, meanwhile, Ned had already moved on.

“Wipe the drool off your face, man, that’s gross”, he complained while scrunching up his face, “You’re so whipped.”

Even if he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, the boy didn’t even think about protesting a single time; because hell yeah he was.

Your doorbell rang, the second the clock hit five pm — 17.00 o’clock —You were pleasantly surprised to welcome your project partner perfectly on time; you had expected him to arrive either really early or really late — for no particular reason — The trick to be punctual, was to arrive ten minutes sooner and then wait for the time to come; pro tip by Peter Parker.

You checked your appearance for one last time to make sure, that you looked adequately presentable; it was the first time a friend — if you may say — came to your house. It counted as a hang out even though it was necessary for educational purposes. After peeking through the peephole, you opened the door to your new friend, who appeared to be truly stressed out. He must be having a rough day.

“Hey!“, he shouted as if you weren’t standing directly in front of him.

You greeted back and stepped aside for him to enter the apartment. “Hi“

Peter was astonished by the modern interior design of your apartment. Your aunt preferred a modern and contemporary look. White was the most dominant pigment of almost every room. He showed himself the way to your living room while simultaneously getting an eyeful of your humble residence. Interestingly enough, his gaze landed on a portrait of you, your aunt and her team at the research corporation.

“I-is that you?”, he asked, gesturing to a small girl in a lab coat, which hung loosely off her frame; but that was the last thing she worried around, judging by the huge grin on her face. You flawlessly remembered that day. Your aunt had brought you to her work place for the very first time. After hours of begging, you had been given the permission to look through a microscope. The imagine of millions of microorganism was life-changing.

You nodded. Peter thought, that it was the cutest thing ever. The smile on your face — he assumed at the memory of the day, when the picture was taken — resembled the one you had in the photograph.  

“Your aunt works as a scientist? That’s awesome.”

“Indeed, it is.”

“You look young in the photo, aren’t research laboratories, like, super secured with retinal scanners and motion detectors? Defiantly no playground for children?”, he wondered.

“I’m cute, I get by”, you shrugged jokingly, “As a matter of fact, I still go there regularly. If you’re interested, you could accompany me tomorrow?”

“I can’t tomorrow. I got the Stark Internship“, he reasoned. He could have punched himself for turning down your kind offer. Spending time with you while learning more about science sounded unobjectionable. Somehow, he did stupidly manage to say “no”. He was well aware of what was going to happen. He will start to doubt his decision and to diminished his regret, he will try to persuade himself of the fact, that ”crime doesn’t take a day off.”  

You felt yourself being disappointed by his answer, but you were not going to tell him that. “I can’t blame you, that does sound very tempting. If I didn’t know better, I would ask you to put in a good word for me.“

“What would you like to drink?”, you called out from the kitchen.

“Water is fine, thanks.“

You and Peter were quite a team. You supplement each other’s ideas and respected one another’s perspectives. Since the two of you were aspiring brainiacs, you chose to aim for a high-efficient goal for your project. For some reason though, you would catch yourselves drifting off topic once in a while. If you remembered correctly, he initiated it first.

The boy coughed noisily before speaking. “Y’know, I-I overheard Flash talking about asking you out at lunch today”, Peter regretted his words as soon as he said them.

You knitted your brows and quickly got back to your math problem. You wondered why he would inform you about such irrelevant news; you could not be less interested. “Okay…”, you did not know how to correctly reply to that.

He undoubtedly was going to hate himself for keep digging the hole. “Are you gonna say yes?” Smooth Parker, smooth.

“Why? Are you jealous?”, you teased with a mischievous smirk plastered on your face.

“No?”, the boy said unconvincingly, “Why-Why would I- I’m not jealous of him!”

He darted his glance down at the book in front of him to hide his embarrassment, but the rosiness of his cheeks gave him away. “Would you rather be on a date with Flash?”, you edged.

With that remark, you had left Peter in utter disbelief. He was speechless and unable to distinguish whether you were serious or not. Your sentence sounded like nonsense but your facial expression implicated otherwise. His mouth hung open while he was trying to come up with a reply.

“Jesus, Pete, I’m kidding”, you burst into giggles and gently elbowed him in the ribs. He let out a forced laugh while fumbling with his fingers.

You quit giggling as you noticed his clenched jaw. “Just so you know, I’m not interested in him”, you confessed.

“You’re going to reject Eugene “Flash” Thompson?”

“I can say no to whomever I please.” Peter was overly glad to hear that; solely because Flash was a giant jerk, of course; not because he could easily use that information to his benefit.

In dire of changing the topic, you eventually had a proper reason to. “Query, how did you solve number three?”

Peter had a deer caught in headlights look as you proposed the question. “Uh…”, he stretched the vowel and furiously scanned over his page.

“Are you all right?”, you asked after catching a glimpse of his math.

“What do you-What do you mean?”

“Well, first of all, you can’t use relativistic and non-relativistic vectors in the same equation“, you pointed out and started correcting his errors.

Little did you know, that the only thing disturbing his concentration, was you. One cannot expect him to be productive around someone who was so hypnotising — in the best way there was —  

Another thing or shall one say, someone, you discussed was the famous Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man.

“Hey, Pete?“

It did not matter how many times you were going to address him with that nickname, his stomach would automatically fill up with butterflies every single time. “Yes, (Y/N)?“

“What can you tell me about that Spider-Man guy?“, you said with your chin on the palm of your hand.

Peter could swear, that his heart had stopped for a short moment. “There was no way she could have found out about your secret“, he mentally reassured himself, before mindlessly losing his composure. “Why do you- Why do you ask?“, he tried to maintain his voice normal.

“Out of curiosity“, you shrugged, “I‘ve heard people talking very fondly of him; on the other hand, his name has been dragged through a lot“

A wave of relief washed over him after hearing that. “Oh, I don‘t- I don‘t really know him.“

“I didn‘t signify that you befriended him, silly. I just wanted your opinion.“

“H-he seems like a pretty decent guy“, the hero stated about himself and his focus returned to the equation.

You did notice his anxious reaction the moment you mentioned the heroic man but decided against confronting him about it. The final topic which dampened the mood was the tragic stories of both of your parents. At that point you were sprawled out on the carpet; by choice.

Peter suddenly sat up and leaned his back against the couch behind him. “Why do you actually you live with your aunt?“

“My parents died and she‘s my legal custodian“, you explained casually.

The guy instantly wished he hadn‘t touched that subject. “I‘m so sorry to hear that and for bringing it up“, he apologised genuinely.

Everyone would look at you with so much pity in their eyes the moment they‘ve received that information, just like Peter did; and you disliked that. “No need to apologise, I‘m comfortable with talking about it“, you admitted.

“Well then, whenever you’re ready“, he indicated with a small smile playing on his lips.

You straightened your posture and exhaled loudly. “I‘ll give you the abridged version of the story. When I was six years old, my family and I got into a tremendous car accident. I was the only survivor; not only that, doctors quickly discovered that I suffer brain damage and memory loss.“

The facial expression on Peter‘s face only got more sorrowful. He admired how lightly you were taking it. “How much of it?“

“I can‘t recall anything that occurred before the accident, so basically the first six years of my life“, you concluded while staring blankly at the carpet

“Must be tough.“

“Not really, if you aren’t capable of memorising something, you don’t get to — or have to — remember the taste of it either“, your voice mildly broke. That was not a lie. Once you‘ve lost a single memory, you wouldn’t be able to tell how wonderful — or horrendous — it was. Now, simply multiply that number of memories.

“I’ve lost my parents as well“, the boy in front of you revealed almost inaudibly.

Your eyes left the ground. “Do you mind me asking how they died?“, you carefully requested.

Without a decent reply, Peter started talking. “They left me at my aunt and uncle‘s when I was four; without any kind of explanation. Days later, they were reported to have died in a plane crash. I-I was devastated“

His lips quivered as he spoke, ten years later, and the poor boy had not recovered. You did not blame him for that. Everyone had their own personal way of processing matters that had a great impact on themselves, and his story was awful. He deserved all the love and support in his world.

A glower overcame your face as you scooted closer to where he sat cross-legged. You gently wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him into a side hug; which he gladly accepted by tightening an arm around your waist and resting his cheek against the side of your head. 

You are stronger than you believe, Pete“, you whispered against his chest.

Despite the heaviness in his stomach, his heart fluttered at the comforting feeling of your body pressed against his. Was this only a gesture out of pity or did you really care for him in the way he did for you? Letting go of the thought, he melted into the hug and let every muscle of his lose its tension. It was the best he had felt in a long time; if only this moment didn‘t have to end.

After that day, you and Peter became more physically comfortable with each other — in a platonic way, of course — You were nearly inseparable like some people would call it “attached by the hips“; a part of your lives outside school. Speaking of Ned, he was the person who had to suffer. Instead of being turned down by his only friend, he was being rejected twice, by two of his friends.

The slam of Ned’s food tray on the table captured your attention. “Proposal”, he started sharply, “Today‘s the cinema premiere of that new sci-fi movie and I want to be one of the first people to see it — with you guys — That‘d be so sweet.”

“Counter proposal, you two go see the film and I’ll be in the laboratory”, you suggested.

The guy next to you takes a sip of his drink before speaking his mind. “That’s not going to work. I‘ve got the Stark Internship.’

“I’m running out of ways to act surprised every time this happens.”

“That’s ma boy”, the boy next to you commented, giving his friend a firm pat on the back.  

“Maybe next time, Ned“, you added, squeezing his hand.  

“Hey, what do you both and a black hole have in common? All three of you suck.”

Incident two.

You were already seated on the subway when you received the message, which officially announced that the laboratory had been contaminated. Since you had already made the effort to leave the house, you decided to pay a visit to one of your favourite places in the city.

You inhaled the fresh air while wandering along the path. It felt good to take a long walk once in a while to reevaluate everything in one’s life; especially after the past few days.
This was a fairly quiet and low-key park, with all the ornamental trees, neatly trimmed bushes, seasonal appropriate flower hedges and a gigantic lake in the middle of it; which easily covered over 50٪ of the whole extent. The whole picture had a minimalist touch to it and was aesthetically pleasing.

A perfect location for your self-pity party with your guests: embarrassment, self-loathing and regret.

Suddenly, you spotted a stroller from the other side of the park. It was rolling down the hill and towards the lake. The woman, who seemed to be the responsible for it was seated on a bench and talking on the phone; too “busy” to pay attention to her infant child.

You doubted that she would hear your screams no matter how loud they were. Nonetheless, you had to undertake something before the mishap occurred; but you had to do it cautiously. Nobody shall know it was you. Gnawing on your lip, you hastily analysed your surroundings for a practical solution. 

“C’mon brain”, you hustled. Nobody was situated in the water, so there must be a possibility for you to-

Bingo.

Instantaneously, you rushed towards the small sized and unaccompanied river which led to the lake. This was your only shot to prevent the accident. After pulling the hood of your coat over your head — to create a mysterious effect and more importantly, keep your identity a secret —, you scanned the area for one last time to confirm that no one might spot you from behind the tree.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyelids and let your hands float over the water surface. You felt the adrenalin rush approaching by your growing heart beat. Within seconds, the river had turned into a solid state and the ice commenced to reach a quarter of the enormous lake. Unfortunately, it did not spread fast enough. Stopping was not optional, you bent down and made physical contact with the frozen liquid; hoping to accelerate the process.

Your stress level rose rapidly as you watched the baby carriage dangerously nearing the water. In the twinkling of an eye, the entire lake had solidified; just in time for the four wheels of the stroller to roll over the hard surface smoothly.

As soon as the mission was accomplished, you were a panting mess. That act basically drained all of your residual energy. Anyhow, you were more than satisfied with yourself. Darting one more glance at the baby and its exceedingly irresponsible mother — whose custody of her child should be taken away as soon as possible —, you walk away from the scene.

“Hey you!”, an echoing voice yelled out of the blue.

“Crap”, you cursed to yourself and tugged onto the hem of your hood, so that it somewhat covered more of your face. Someone did witness your act.

“I just want to talk!”

Your quickened your speed.

Without warning, a combination of blue and red flashed over your eyes and before you knew it, the one and only Spider-Man appeared right in front of you; blocking the path. He caused such a strong breeze that the hood of your coat fell off your head, uncovering your disguise. “I saw what you did!”, he claimed. 

“Seriously? That guy again?”, you thought. “With all due respect, I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you implied as you made eye contact for the first time.

The single word “no” repeated itself in Peter’s head plentiful times the second he had recognised your face. The realisation that you, the girl he had become so infatuated with in the span of three days, was behind these enchanted powers hit him harder than a plane. Although, it could also be his infatuation with you that was causing him to hallucinate.

The boy decided to take a few seconds and examine the chain of causality. Event A, a normal girl, who all of sudden got involved in unexplainable incidents, that were mostly related to ice. Even B, an anonymous individual, who owned the power of controlling the element ice, appeared out of nowhere and freezes him. Now, was there even a semi-rational link between these two events? The answer was yes. Yes, there was, and he failed to grasp it.

“Y-yes, yes you do. I saw- I saw you do it, twice! T-technically, thrice, because you used your powers twice the other night but-”

“Fine, I apologise for what I did”, you told him genuinely, “Please do me a favour and forget what you saw. Are you capable of doing that?”, you practically begged him out of desperation.

Your request utterly confused Peter. “What do you- what do you mean I should forget what I saw? I can’t- I can’t just erase it from my memory!”, he retorted and dramatically threw his arms in the air.

You did not want to put up a fight with this guy. You had proved to be a great citizen today, so why on earth were you being punished? “Listen carefully, I did not choose to possess these abilities. I still have to figure out the source that gave me these powers and how to control them. I‘ve got enough on my plate. I‘m not sharing this with you to garner sympathy, but I would very much appreciate it if you left me alone and mind your own business.”

“Only because you didn’t ask for your powers doesn’t mean that they‘re a-a bad thing!”, the guy in front of you voiced, “You just saved a newborn baby from drowning!”

Denial is just a river in Egypt, they said. In that case, you flawlessly portrayed the Nile. “Why do you care?”, forming your conclusion by his sunken posture, it seemed like you had successfully silenced him.

Obviously, Peter was not going to reveal his identity; and due to that reason, he was not able to form a plausible answer in such a short time.

“B-Because I- Because I-”, he stammered.

Rolling your eyes at him, you moved along on your feet. “Unbelievable”, you commented silently.

“Because you’re just like me”, he stated simply as the two of you were about three feet apart from each another.

His words stopped you dead in your tracks. In spite of the fact that he sounded legitimately sincere, you could not wrap your head around his statement. “Oh, I highly doubt that”, you laughed dryly as you whirled around, “Because instead of web fluid, freaking ice comes out of me!” You were clearly mocking the young hero — channelling your inner mean girl — to get rid of him; it was for his own good.

“That‘s not what I meant!”, the masked guy expressed, slowly growing frustrated with constantly having to chase after you.

“Well, you didn’t specify!”

Unpredictably, Spider-Man had your hand webbed to a tree in a fraction of a second. That was one way to keep you in place.

“What is your problem?”, you squealed while studying your hand.

Now it was Peter’s turn to roll his eyes. He exhaled loudly and made his way towards you. “Hear me out”, he started — as if you had the choice to escape —, “I-I can imagine how you’re feeling. Change is hard. I was just as afraid as you when I-when I first received my powers. How I got them is another story — I’m guessing you don’t want to hear — My point is, I-I would’ve done anything to have someone talk me through the whole journey of discovering my powers”, the boy explained.

“Let me guess, that is why you are so eager to help me? Because I remind you of your own self?”

“I-I want to help you get to know your abilities, to learn what you’re fully capable of. I want to show you how awesome it is to be given such a gift. Out of everyone on earth, you were chosen to the owner of such a powerful force. Aren’t you curious about going beyond human’s reach?”, Peter knew exactly, that he had to appeal to the dedicated scientist in you to win you over.

Admittedly, the hero was wearing you down with his excellent points and contagious optimism — he was like all the inspirational quotes on Tumblr combined on two legs — Anyhow, you must not let your incomprehensibility impend you from realising the full scope of your prowess. The sky was the limit. Oddly enough, that bit of a rush feeling, when you were saving that baby, did leave a pleasant aftertaste. Perhaps, with Spider-Man‘s assistance, you could pursue greater success.

“Get me out of this first”, you urged, referring to his web.

Peter’s face lit up at your response. Since it was somewhat easier for him to interact with you while being Spider-Man, he approved his confidence to take over. “No”, he answered simply.

“What do you mean “no”?”

“I believe you’re fully capable of doing that yourself”, he spoke while crossing his arms over his chest.

Even with the mask covering his head, you could literally see a smug smirk creeping onto his face. He wanted a challenge? Fine, you will gladly accept it. You flicked your other hand across his web and imagined ice spreading across the area. Nothing happened; your streak of ice looked ridiculously weak. You didn‘t even come close to cooling it down.

“C‘mon, you alone froze a humongous lake just minutes ago in less than 60 seconds. Try again”, your “mentor” ordered determined.

Taking a deep breath, you took another shot. This time, you succeed. You managed to freeze the web until it shattered by itself.

“See, we’re going to make a hell of a team!“

He might be right. However, that did not implicate, that the two of you had the same point of views; which unfolded to be your first difficulty.

For you, good order is the foundation of all things; you utilise your understanding of what is right and wrong to make your decisions. Therefore your opinions were not just empty talk, they are based on verifiable facts.

“From a personal perspective, I suggest we should take a clever approach — a scientific one — and determine how my powers affect molecular motion. We will be constructing a form out of solid tungsten, heat it to over 2,000 degrees centigrade and-”

“Let me stop you there“, you glared at the hero for cutting in before you got to finish expressing your theory, “When I first received my powers, I did not care for all that stuff — I still don’t — and look at me”, he spoke confidently.

That guy was successfully pushing your buttons. You let out a defeated sigh and uncharacteristically gave in; he was the teacher after all. You took full responsibility for getting yourself into this experiment. “Fine, what do you propose we do?”, you asked.

“I’m thinking, we should start with some physical tactics; I could create some challenges where you’re forced to get out of your comfort zone and to surpass the methods you’re already capable of — or at least what you think you’re already capable of — and discover other hidden techniques”, he explained.

In your eyes, he was just fanning the flame. “So basically, you‘re suggesting, that we thoughtlessly execute random tests on me; like I‘m some kind of lab rat?“, you concluded, clearly offended by his idea.

“Didn‘t your approach require a lab?“, he pointed out, fairly pleased with himself.

“Point taken.”

After that heated argument, the both of you commenced making progress. First and foremost, Spider-Man helped you gain more control over your cold powers; to be in charge. After a while, you figured out that you were capable of manipulating the direction of your ice; without accurate aiming whatsoever. Strangely, once you had unlocked that method, you straightaway mastered it with not much practise; as if you were already familiar with it.

Only after thirty minutes of training, the hero decided, that you were prepared enough for a duel with him — not a real one with muscle mass and all that rubbish — It was just your cryokinetic and his web techniques. Regardless of your endless complaints, he did not change his mind.  

“You know what you have to do”, Peter asserted. Sure, he might be already head over heels for you by now, but he had to suppress those feelings when you were training together.

You sensed the ice coating your fingers as you waited for his attack, but it never came in handy. Out of fear, you had cowardly dodged his first two webs.

“Don‘t hold back”, he remarked sarcastically.

His mocking seemed to have an impact on you because you efficiently froze the three following webs. Unexpectedly, he flung two webs at you at once and you only managed to block one of them. The other kept both of your hands connected in some kind of shell.

“Oh, C'mon (Y/N)!”, he pushed as you struggled to separate your arms.  

You furrowed your eyebrows as he mentioned your name. “I never told you my name“, you verbalised, partly because you‘re genuinely concerned and mainly because you had to sidetrack him from your new tactic.

“I-I‘ve been told to not start a conversation during a fight“, his attention had shifted to another matter; just as planned — how gullible of you, Spidey —

You took this moment of distraction and threw your two — no longer connected — hands out in front of you to freeze the ground under his feet, nearly causing him to slip and fall onto the surface.

“Is this the best you can do?“, he challenged proudly — he was so clueless, wasn’t he? —

Meanwhile, he kept sending numerous webs in your way, he had failed to notice the gentle ice creeping up his body. As soon as he realised his misstep he attempted to activate the heater, unfortunately for him, it was too late. The ice had already spread all over his body and simultaneously deactivated his suit. The layer was strong enough to hold him in place, but it was also extremely thin; only one of your gentle tap was required to shatter it as a whole. Then again, the contact with ice enhanced your physical capabilities.  

“Looks like you haven’t learned from your mistake”, you pouted at him.

“I went easy on you”, Peter claimed while brushing the ice off himself. Oh, typical, boys and their ego.  

You let a laugh escape your lips at his poor attempt to defend his defeat.
“Keep lying to yourself.”

He couldn’t help but snort at your comment — and the whole scene actually — You had kicked his ass, that was the bare truth. “It all came so naturally”, you mentally reflected; if you only knew how…

After your mentally and physically exhausting training, Spidey insisted of showing you something before letting you out of his sight. Ignoring the fact, that he was still a complete stranger, you happily agreed. He might be a murderer for all you knew, but that didn’t stop you from keeping your eyes closed as he told you so.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”, you questioned while shutting your eyelids, making him stifle a laugh.

“I need you to stay still and hold tight onto me.”

You did as he ordered and felt his arm sneak around your waist, holding you securely. “Shame. I honestly had begun to like you-”

The realisation of your feet leaving the ground, caused you to let out a short yelp. Purposely disregarding what was happening, you carried on with your melodramatic monologue. “Now you leave me no choice but to haunt you once I’m dead — in other words, once you’ve cold-bloodedly killed me —

“Y-you believe in ghost? As an aspiring scientist, don’t you believe the way to understand the universe is through facts and evidence?”, Peter asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh, give it a rest, Spider-boy”, you scoffed humorously. “Seriously though, if you were a murderer pretending to be a superhero; that’d be the biggest curve ball ever, you’d be the ultimate villain out of all Disney villains”

Shortly later, you were steadily standing again. “You know, dying wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world right now”, you pondered.

Nerve-rackingly, Peter rocked back and forth on his heels. ”You can open your eyes.”

Your jaw slightly dropped in awe as you witnessed the sight of the vigorous glowing collision in front of you. The sun gradually neared the horizon and simultaneously cast its golden rays down upon the clouds in the sky, which had been painted in magnificent hues of fiery red.

“The view is exceptional”, you mumbled, barely audible; but loud enough for the boy next to you to understand. His focus was aimed at you — and only you — as your face full of admiration aglow with a glimmer of bright orange.

“So, how many girls have you brought here? Or boys”, you smirked.

Peter was more than thankful to be wearing his mask. “Y-you’re the first”, he flushed.

Before you jumped into his life, it was his secret safe place. He had never considered sharing such a private part of himself with someone — specifically not someone, who he had known for four days — The two of you wordlessly took a seat at the edge of the rooftop — it was a spur of the moment decision —

“May I ask you something?”, you spoke, your glance fixated on the sky.  

“S-sure”, Peter sputtered.

You turned your head and looked him in the eyes. “Why are you doing this? I mean, you have basically devoted your life to making the world a better place. Your desire to help others seems so commendable; either it was a grandma crossing the street or some kind of deadly situation. What provides you with that motivation?“, you voiced straightforwardly.

He fumbled with his fingers out of habit before answering your question. “Because…because, I’ve been me my whole life, and I’ve had these powers for six eight months. I read books, I build computers and I would love to play football, but I couldn’t then so I shouldn’t be able to now; but I can’t tell anybody that…so I’m not“, he gulped loudly and met your gaze,  “When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen? They happen because of you.” (Credit to the screenwriters of Spider-Man: Homecoming)

A frown overcame your face as you attentively listened to the hero‘s words. “You cannot carry the weight of the world on your shoulders”, you declared.

“That’s exactly what my aunt told me, those exact words“, he chuckled sarcastically. He was trying to hide his vulnerability behind a humorous facade; a classic psychological human reaction. The melancholy in his voice was deafening.

“Well, you should listen to her. At the end of the day, you’re just a boy. I feel like the most people overlook that. Nobody can expect you to be everywhere at once and save everyone who is in need; not yourself, not anyone”, you reasoned and gave his hand a comforting squeeze.

“T-thanks“, Peter choked out, nervously averting your gaze.

“My pleasure.“

“To answer your question, a wise man once told me “with great power comes great responsibility”. It simply means if you can stop something bad from happening, do it. That’s my motivation, ever since day one”, the guy explained, answering your aforementioned question.

“He must mean a lot to you.“

“He did.“

You immediately regretted alluding to that sensitive topic. “My condolences.”

“Thanks. By the way, I‘ve never helped a grandma crossing the street, but I helped one with directions“, the guy shared proudly after a period of silence.

You giggled at the image of that scenario and gave his shoulder a nudge. “Look at you being the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man.

“She brought me a churro. So that was nice.”

“Another question, if I may, are you afraid of death? Since your job is to risk your life for others?“, you inquired. Frankly, you had a parade of questions for the hero to which you desired an answer to; but that one appealed to you the most.

“I am actually, but the fear of death is that what keeps us alive.“

Ever since then, you and Spider-Man had been routinely met up to improve your cryokinetic. To be completely honest, he was a great mentor. He was constantly pushing you to cross lines you never knew existed. Granted, you did not only gain more control and knowledge over your powers, you also grew as a person. You were more dauntless and less analytic; in a positive way. Overall, you could not be more content with your decision of accepting his assistance.

After that one time he showed up on your balcony, you had found a way to redeem yourself; more or less.  

“Don‘t freeze me!”, Peter yelled after sneaking up on you.

You had already spotted him through the glass door to your room, therefore you weren’t startled by his presence. “No promises”, you joked, “Hi”

“Hey”

Quickly approaching the balcony, you acknowledged his heavily injured state. “Jesus Christ, what happened to you?”, you exclaimed angrily while analysing his body for bloody wounds.

“Nothing major”, he lied.

You arched an eyebrow at his words. “Do you have any evidence to support that statement? Because I‘ve got functioning news broadcast and your suit — and more effectively what’s underneath — to prove you wrong.”

You turned on your heels and headed towards the place, where you had put your own emergency aid. “Why are you still standing there? Get inside and let me take care of you.“

peter pan imagine - chains pt. 1

i got a good morning text at 1pm today wth

+Hey? So can you write a smut where she (she=you) has a tragic past with the pirates. She was a captive and she lost anything innocent about her. Anyways, she is a shapeshifter and she wants to play a game with Peter where he has 4 days to find her. If she wins she gets to have fun ;), if he wins, you can decide. She is sly, cunning, smart and playfully sarcastic. This would be fun..

+Giving peter a blowjob or handjob

+Can you write an smut imagine where the girl (y/n) is being dominant over Peter. Like instead of the y/n begging for Peter, Peter begs for y/n to supply to his needs.

requested by: 

warning: part two of this imagine contains smut! please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable!

trigger warning: this imagine also contains mentions of sexual abuse on the pirates’ end! please please please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable! thank you!

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“(Y/N), get over here!” A recognizable voice calls you from above the ship as you fold clothes, completing most of the chores on the Jolly Roger.

“Coming!” You respond, placing the finished clothes on the bed, taking your time when walking up the squeaking steps to get to the Captain. The sun blinds your eyes for an instant, contrasting the darkness from below deck.

“There you are!” He turns to face you, “Look, I need you to deliver a letter for me.” You sigh; Hook only ever uses you when he needs something done or if he needs sex, and while you hated it at first, wanting nothing more than to leave, now you just tolerate it, using yourself as your own punching bag. You could easily transform into a bird and fly far away. You’re a shapeshifter, you could turn into whatever you want, whether it be an ant, a horse, hell, even a dragon if you wanted to, but you owe your life to the pirates. They took you in after your mother abandoned you when she discovered your ‘gift.’ And, while they abuse you and you despise their barbaric behavior, you feel indebted to them; you always assumed it was some kind of animalistic imprint from shapeshifting so often.

“Where should I take it?” You ask.

“You know Tinkerbell, correct? She lives on the island in a small treehouse. Find it and give this to her.” He hands you a miniature parchment, rolled up with a ribbon, “We’re set to get off of this island in about five days, so you better be back before then or we’re leaving without you, and we’d hate to lose someone so near and dear to us.” He brushes your cheek, “Now off you go, little one.” You transform yourself into a bird, big enough to carry Hook’s message, but small enough to not draw too much attention. Your eyes blink to adjust to your new vision and your significantly smaller body. You spread your wings, gripping tightly onto the parchment, and you take off, the wind ruffling your feathers as you soar away from the ship. You always loved the freedom of flying, the cool breeze surrounding you, the sense of adventure, how time stops the instant you’re in the air, all things you could never gain with the pirates. The trees pass by you as your eyes dart back and forth in search of a treehouse. You flutter over branches and swaying leaves, searching high and low, but to no avail. You find yourself resting on a log when a male voice echoes next to you.

“I know you’re out there! Did you really think you could sneak on my island?”

Your head tilts as you glare at him, studying the boy as he searches for a human. He holds himself with confidence, his emerald eyes glaring at every inch of the forest. Something about him intrigues you; maybe its his demanding tone or his powerful stance. You’re not quite sure, but you know that you have to know him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are. You can’t win this game.” He continues yelling, unable to locate anyone in his view.

You transform back to your normal human self, placing the parchment in your pocket, “Did you mention a game?” You smirk at him, sitting on the log with a smug look pressed on your face as you pick at your fingernails.

“And where did you come from, love?” You chuckle at his question and turn back into your bird form, only to fly right in front of him. You return back to being human, giving him an intimidating stare, even though he stands taller than you. You give him the same glare he gives you and he smiles, taking an interest in your powers.

“A shapeshifter.” His smile increases even further as he mutters the word, “Haven’t seen one of those in a long time.”

“Is that so?” You challenge him.

“Mmhm.” He mumbles, crossing his arms, “And I could use someone like you on my island.” You roll your eyes at the thought, ignoring his statement though it does sound tempting: an escape from your pitiful life as a pirate slave.

“Name’s (Y/N), what about you?” You mimic his pose, crossing your arms along with him.

“Peter Pan. I run the island.”

“Well, Peter, I’m not here for small talk. I’m delivering a message to a girl named Tinkerbell. Blonde, petite, has a temper from what I hear. You know where her treehouse is?” You scoff.

“Of course I do.” He laughs as if it was ridiculous to ask.

“And? Where is it?” You start to grow tired of his antic, yet, somehow, you love the chase.

“You really think I’d hand over precious information like that, love?” He laughs at you, pacing around you, like a lion circling its prey. And you love it: the way he arrogantly points at you, the way his eyebrow cocks up. You wish your life could be like his: having an entire island with all the freedom you could ask for.

“Well if you won’t give it to me like that…” You gaze up at him, “How about a game?” His face lights up, accepting your challenge.

“What kind of game?” He smirks and walks towards you, crunching the leaves below his feet.

“Well, I have five days to get back home, so how about…” You think for a second, “How about I hide and you have four days to catch me. You win and I’ll stay on the island.”

His smile grows even more.

“But if I win, I get what I want.” You blurt out, as he perks his head.

“Deal.” He states boldly, shaking your hand.

“In that case,” You stare at him on last time, “3, 2, 1, GO!” You announce, the words tumbling off of your lips so quickly they become slurred as you turn into a deer and sprint off into the woods. You can hear the boy chase after you, his footsteps loud, but you know you can easily outrun him and you find a small cave to rest in after a day of running and flying around. If you’re going to be chased after for four days, you’ll need somewhere to rest and you figure this is good for now. Your stomach growls and you realize you haven’t eaten much. You walk outside to find anything edible and luck out when you find a bush of berries, and you immediately begin to munch on them, swallowing as fast as you possibly can. A rustle in the bushes interrupts you as your ears perk up reflexively to listen. The crunch of boots echoes in the trees and you instantaneously recognize them to be Peter’s. You simultaneously think of the smallest animal to turn into, one he won’t see or notice: an ant. You regret it as his heavy steps walk closer, his body looming over you like a giant and you pray he won’t squish you under his feet. You’ve never been so vulnerable before, and it frightened you.

“Aw, didn’t want to stay?” His voice sounds 10x louder when you’re so small, “Come on, love. Let’s play.” He glares at the ground, eyeing every inch to find you, and you accept his challenge. You transform back into your bird body, and quickly fly close to his head, flapping your wings rapidly in his face to disorient him, and buy you time. You soar a couple of feet away from the boy as he shakes his head to gain his vision back. You turn human and land on the ground with a smirk on your face, “You want to play? Fine, but you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

You sprint away from him in no particular direction and his loud footsteps follow. Before you know it, a puff of green smog distorts your vision slightly, and you realize he’s teleporting directly in front of you, so you immediately transform into a rabbit, small enough to fit between his legs. He turns around with an angered look, and you pause to mock him, staring right into his anger-ridden eyes. You run off into the bushes, and before he can see you, you switch into a squirrel to climb up the nearest tree. He catches up as you stare at him from above, turning back into a human and reclining on the branch as you eye him attempting to search for you.

“Where did you go, you little sneak?” He mumbles to himself, his voice laced with frustration.

“Looking for someone?” You slyly remark.

“There you are.” He forces his palm out, causing the branch below you to crumble. Adrenaline pulses through your body as ideas race through your head as to how to get rid of the new threat. Your body reflexively transforms into a cat, allowing you to land on the ground without injury. Your feet hurt at the impact, but you feel alright: no broken bones or bruises. He searches for signs of you through the broken twigs and debris as you dash off quietly and unnoticed. You stand upright in your human form, leaning against a tree, “So you’re trying to kill me now?” You ask as he perks up to the sound of your voice.

“Please, love. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. I admire your ability to get out of those situations.” He chuckles.

“Is that so? Well, I admire how you can make my heart race like that. Haven’t felt that kind of a rush in years.” You stretch your back out to prepare to run.

“I guess that’s something we have in common.” He smirks.

“Hm?”

“We both seem to admire each other.” He bluntly states, getting closer to you, as if preparing to jump you.

“Trying to get me to stay, hm?” You joke, but secretly, his good looks and charm begin to win you over, “Come catch me then.” You challenge, sprinting into the brambles and finding another cave. The stars begin to reveal themselves in the darkening sky, as you realize you need to create a fire for warmth. You quickly gather some firewood and manage to get a small fire going. You sigh and close your eyes, thinking about how this game started, how you challenged Peter to a game. You felt compelled to do it, but not like your compulsion from the pirates. You wanted to do it, not felt like you needed to in order to repay your debts. And as you’ve spent the day chasing each other, you find yourself wanting him, even if you’ve only known each other for a couple of hours. You’ve never cared about someone so deeply, not even with the pirates. Your thoughts consume you, as your eyes begin to droop, slowly drifting to sleep with the green-eyed boy deep in your subconscious.

—–

Your stomach growls, waking your groggy eyes as you force yourself up. You transform into a wolf in order to hunt and find food and the sharp smell of a rabbit catches your attention. It’s not ideal, but it’s all you have. The scent comes closer and closer, the rabbit coming closer into view while it picks at the ground. You prepare to pounce, taking one step closer.

“Actually, love. That won’t be necessary.” Peter’s voice scares the rabbit away, sending it hopping out of your sight. You growl at him for making you miss a meal, but then he tosses a bag towards you, steam emitting from the bag, “Sorry it’s not much, Rufio screwed up the batch this morning.” You look at him, not taking a step forward, fearing he would jump you as soon as you made a move.

“Don’t worry, I won’t come after you. I may not be the most well behaved boy on the island, but I’m not going to starve you out.” He assures you, as you cautiously walk to the bag, clutching it in your mouth. Before you dash off, you turn your head and stare at him, thankful for the food.

—–

The final stretch arrived; you just had a couple seconds left before you won the game, your heart racing as you sprint aimlessly through the forest, adrenaline pumping into your veins. Peter stops and you turn to look at him, “Alright, love. You’ve won.” You make your way back to him quickly, attempting to catch your breathe.

“You can find Tinkerbell’s treehouse in-” You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He flinches in shock but then relaxes into the kiss, placing his hands on your waist to bring you closer. You pull away and whisper into his ear,

“Who said I cared about that stupid letter anyway?”

—–

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I Thought You Knew || Peter Maximoff

Anon Request

Prompts: 6

Word Count: 989

Summary: A hang out session is interrupted by feelings that were thought to be known.

This took so long and I’m so sorry but good news is, in back!


“Are you really that nervous I’m going to beat you Maximoff?” You chuckled as he bumped into my hip sending me stumbling to the side, but not enough for my hands to leave the buttons of Peters’ rusted Pac Man machine.

“Not a chance Y/N, I’m sorry your so nervous of losing that you would think so low of me.” He whispered.

“I think low of you too often, this isn’t different.”

The smile that he was trying to hold in was released,“When did this turn into trash talking wars?”

“Since you challenged me to this- this… I really can’t call this shit anymore. It’s too addicting.” You told him leaning forward and allowing my hand to guide the joystick,“Your ruining my life Peter.“

“I’m not that bad.”

You smiled stealing a quick glance at him,“Don’t worry, your not.” You said bumping his hip like he had done previously,“And your certainly not that bad, since you offer me free piggy back rides whenever I would like to use them.”

“You are so lucky to be my best friend, aren’t you then?” Peter chuckled.

“Very…,” You slurred putting your attention back onto the game.

Peter dropped his arm on your shoulder and laid his head on it,“Would you just loose already!”

“No…” You said,“no- don’t go that way… you won’t touch the MVP asshole- this little purple ass ghost…” You told yourself as you continued playing and Peter laughed shrugging as he walked away from you to watch television.


“Candy.” You pronounced loudly to the fast runner. And he did indeed use that to drop a sour gummy worm into my open mouth,“Thanks Pete.”

“Yeah.”

You leaned back a bit turning your wrists before the next wave began.

“He likes you Wendy, ya’ just have to go for it!”


“Your right Heather, I’ll call him right now!”


Ring, Ring


“Hey Pete, I need to talk to ya’.”


“Well want is it Wendy?”


“It’s- just, I love you Pete, with all my heart and soul and I- well, I want to spend my life with you Pete!


“Oh Wendy darling of course!”

“What are you watching?” You asked flying your hand back to the joystick.

“No clue, it’s old though, you know if you lose now, you can watch this with me.” He tempted patting the seat next to him.

“N and O, alright? I don’t need to hear Wendy’s love story with Pete.”

He sighed and stood up walking towards me,“You’ll thank me later.”

“What do you me-,” You were interrupted when Peter had thrown you over his shoulder and you couldn’t help but scream a bit,“Peter fucking Maximoff let me down, I was going to beat your- NO!” That purple little ghost went straight for you and like that, you were dead.

You were dropped onto the seat cushions of his couch and above you towered a smug Peter Maximoff.

“I was ten points away from beating your high score, you ass!” You shouted,“You just wanted me to loose didn’t you!”

“Maybe.”

You groaned,“I seriously can’t believe you!”

“You’ll get over it.”

“I’ll get over it? Get over the fact that I spent two hours on your stupid machine, and I was only ten points away from beating you!”

Peter put a hand on your shoulder,“Trust me, ten points isn’t going to succeed you in anything.”

You sighed at his logic before pushing yourself up on my elbows,“Peter Maximoff,” You started,“I really want to hate you.”

Want to?

“But I can’t. You’ve left an impression on me that makes it almost impossible.” You said.

Peter smiled,“I’m forgiven?”

You laughed, which caused a very confused expression to appear on his face. You stopped laughing abruptly and punched his gut,“No.”

He sat back holding his side,“No? You can be a real-”

“Ass? Yes, I know. I practically gave myself the name.“

Peter smiled turning to face you and dropped his head back onto the sofa to laugh a bit. And then it happened. The overwhelming sensation of butterflies.

Stop getting all feely Y/N!

You laughed too, only to make yourself feel the platonic relationship.

But really, you wanted so much more then that. How couldn’t you?

His head tipped back like that, it was cute. All his features, his eyes, his hair, his cute nose… his lips.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You’ve held it in for years. And now, you were about burst if you never got tell him.

“Peter…” You said seriously.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

You could lose his friendship, you really could. But you were going to lose yourself, drowning in thoughts like these continuously.

“You alright Y/N? You spaced out a bit.” Peter said draping his arm behind the couch as his eyes closed in comfort.

“Peter…” You breathed out,“I have feelings for you.”

His head no longer leaned on the couch, and his eyes opened and his hands traveled to his lap as it seemed he attempted to comprehend what you had said.

You chuckled nervously,“It means I like you, I want to be more than best friends.”

He smiled,“Then what are you going to do?”

You rolled your eyes playfully,“I admitted my feelings. What are you going to do?”

“I thought you knew I had feelings for you!”

“You really don’t understand girls, do you?”

“I don’t understand you.” He laughed leaning forward.

You smiled and leaned forward as well stopping to wrap my arms around him,“I am very, very complicated, to assure you, thanks for noticing. And so are you.” You smoothed his hair between your fingers and leaned your head against his,“And, your hair is like a marshmallow.”You chuckled.

He raised an eyebrow,“So does that get me anything?”

You nodded closing your eyes and pulled him close to meet his lips in the middle.

Give me a sign

Originally posted by xmendaily

Title: Give me a sign 

Pairing: Warren Worthington x Reader

Warnings: Language

Request: Please someone write a fanfic that is either Alex summers X reader, Peter maximoff X reader, or warren w iii X reader when reader was asked out by some guy they liked but turns out it was a joke and then one of the 3 men listed above, who has a crush on reader, comforts them and then reader starts to like him - @tridevil (+ @trafalgarlau requested to be tagged)

Word count: 1853

A/N: Saw this request floating out in Tumblr space and this happened. Tempted to write the prompt for all three characters, but for now it’s just Warren.

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Sounds Good To Me (Requested)

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Request: @thrill-t00n “Like maybe the reader has some kind of sound mutation and really enjoys playing the guitar and Peter always listens but hides too because he’s to scared to intrrupt the reader. One day the reader notice that Peter is stalking them and they just walk towards him and asks if he’d like to learn to play the guitar and they go on a cute date with music and snacks outside, a small picknick in the late evening”
Featuring: The squad
Word Count: 1724 Words
Warning: Fluff, swearing, Peter being kinda creepy(??), puns
A/N Ngl I kinda got second hand embarrassment from writing this. Enjoy the puns and dorky Peter!
Tagging: @notsoprettykitty, @nerdygoateellama, @apocalypse-supporter


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Originally posted by hatefriendzone

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                Today was a quiet day, which never seemed to happen in the mansion. But as it turned out there was a field trip today; one that Peter had opted not to go on. At first everyone was surprised; Peter begs to leave the house all the time, but then they found out Peter had been banned from the zoo a few years ago. So he was going to spend the day at home with a few others. He knew Warren was hiding in the house somewhere, but Warren wasn’t exactly the best company to keep, which lead to Peter walking aimlessly around the house. To Peter’s surprise, he found you still home, but even more surprising he heard the gentle sounds of music flowing from your room. Peter stood in front of your closed door, the soft strumming of a guitar sounded through the hall way. Peter couldn’t help, but smile as you quietly hummed along. Peter watched for a while, somehow he found himself sitting beside your door.

                It was so calm, the soft music filling up the mostly empty hallway. Peter was tempted to go in and sit with you, maybe ask you to teach him, after all he had that guitar he stole a few months ago, but as soon as Peter worked up some courage he heard you get up. Peter bolted away, slamming his door behind him before falling onto his bed. Peter knew that wouldn’t be the first time he enjoyed the music you played. And it wasn’t. For weeks Peter would listen to you play. He figured out you like to play when your stressed, so usually after class, which was good considering most kids were locked away in their room studying or hanging out with friends. The squad certainly noticed Peter being around less, but even more they noticed the stupid smile on his face when he’d join them. How he hum some melody to a song that no one knew. Scott was the first to notice the nervous grin that grew on Peter’s face when you walked into the room. And Scott was quick to let everyone else know.

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Imagine Peter wanting you in his pack

Originally posted by martin-alien

Peter was many things, but patient wasn’t one of those things.

“How soon will you know?” he asks impatiently, his voice annoyed.

“I can’t tell you that Peter. I’ll have to talk to Scott and-”

“You don’t need his permission. You’re not in his pack,” Peter argues.

“He’s my brother though,” you refute. “I should talk to him first shouldn’t I?”

“Think about how much better it would be if you were in my pack,” Peter asks, practically begging now. “You’d be so much more powerful.”

“Tempting.”

“Come on, Y/N. You know you want to.”

Sighing, you grimace. “Why not?” You had spent too much time under Scott’s wing. You could regret this later.

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bxdcubes  asked:

How do you feel about young Peter Hale and a hs au? In which Peter tries to ask Stiles to prom, but Stiles thinks it's a prank and keeps declining?

this has been sitting in my ask box forever and i have no excuse except that writer’s block hit me like no tomorrow and  i had no motivation. Whoops. Hope you all like it though. 

“So, do you want to go to prom with me?” Peter freaking Hale asked, leaning against Stiles’ locker like it was the most natural thing in the world. Completely relaxed in a black v-neck that was too low-cut to be dress code legal (damn sexist double standards) and jeans that hugged his hips in all the right ways.

Not that Stiles was noticing. He definitely was not admiring how attractive the boy standing before him was.

Stiles let out a laugh. It’s such a tempting offer, but it’s also ridiculous that he can’t believe that Peter is being honest. The most popular kid in school, basket star, all-around perfect person, who before this moment only had about maybe two conversations with Stiles, could not be serious.  “I’m not falling for some team prank. Nice try, though.”

For his part Peter actually looked surprised. “This isn’t some joke. I mean it. I like you, Stiles.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know me.”

“I can get to know you. At prom, if you’ll have me.” Peter flashed a smile. Stiles mentally groaned. He really wanted to put all instincts aside and just say yes, but he couldn’t help but feel like if he agreed he was walking into a trap.

Luckily for Stiles the bell rang and he didn’t have to turn down the hot piece of man in front him again. Instead he just gave a smirk and sprinted off to his next class leaving a disappointed Peter behind him.

             It had been two days since Stiles encountered Peter. He was pretty good at making himself undetectable if he didn’t want to be found, even in a small school like Beacon Hills High. However, Peter seemed to be more than capable at hiding-go-seek.

Stiles was making his way to his Jeep after a long, tortuous day of classes that seemed like it would never end. He just wanted to go home and relax for a bit. He did not want Peter leaning against the hood of his precious Jeep. This time he was wearing a blue jersey and black shorts, probably preparing for a basketball practice later on.

“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?”

Peter shrugged. “The part where it’s for a stupid, imagined, reason.”

“You can’t honestly expect me to believe that you want to go to prom with me. It’s all some part of weird basketball versus lacrosse mentality. You guys hate us because we are better and you think it’d be fun to pull sometime of Carrie-revenge on one of us.

Peter pushed himself off the Jeep and took a step towards Stiles. “First off, basketball is so much better. Period. Secondly, let’s say we did want to humiliate one you guys to prove a point. Don’t you think we would pick a player that was actually good?”

“Hey, I scored the winning point in the championship game! And I’m going to ignore that first comment for its blatant falseness.” Stiles replied. A few seconds of silence fell between the two and for a second Stiles thought that Peter was going to leave. It was then that he made a decision.  “Also, if you were really serious about this then you need to step up your promposal. Prom is coming up really soon and if this is serious and not some prank or some ‘well absolutely everyone else in school is taken, I guess I’ll go with the awkward kid” then I want a little effort shown.”

Stiles was pleased to see that Peter was also capable of the one eyebrow raise. “Oh really?”

“I like to be wined and dined.”

“I’ll remember that.”

         The next day Stiles opened his locker and was surprised, and amused, to find it completely filled with Reeses. There was a sticky note attached to the inside of the locker.

 “Chocolate and peanut butter. A perfect combination just like us. Prom?”

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Prmpt: Peter hasn't been able to have an erection since he came out of his coma. But then Stiles wears those fucking skinny jeans...

Peter shifts, grateful for the thick cloud of arousal permeating the club.  It masks his own desire, though he has to bite down hard on his own tongue to keep his eyes from giving him away. 

He’s not sure whose idea it was, pairing him and Stiles together for their hunt, but he certainly knows that Stiles didn’t pick out his own outfit.  The colors went too well with the pale of his skin, the pants too tight, the shirt leaving nothing to the imagination.  When Peter had picked him up an hour previous, he’d actually thought that the shirt was one of his, the collar was so low and open.  Inviting. 

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Lost Boy

Word Count: 2539 

Summary: A fic based on the song Lost Boy by Ruth B. Basically, Dan’s depressed and addicted to weed and Phil- coincidentally, Phil’s depressed and addicted to weed and Dan. 

TW: Charactor death- tons of it. drug use and depression

I remember back when I had no one and nothing. Sometimes, I think it was better that way. My family didn’t care about me and I was constantly mocked. They called me the lost boy.

“Run! Run lost boy!” They’d say while chasing after me. “I hope you get hit by a car! You’d be better off dead,” they’d yell after me while I ran across the street. I ran into the woods, with tears blinding my eyes and I sat there on a log once I got deep enough in. One day, however, I saw a shadow. And then a figure. He had a beautiful smile and the bluest eyes and the blackest hair.

“Hey there, lost boy,” he’d said with that warm smile on his face. How’d he know that’s what they called me? I never bothered to ask. He sat next to me, with that warm smile and pulled out a bowl and a bag of weed. I’d never done drugs before, but at that moment when he offered, I just didn’t see the point in saying no. He showed me how to use it, even blew some smoke in my face when I couldn’t get the lighter to work. I was able to get it working and I inhaled deeply, holding it in for a few seconds before I coughed it out. He seemed to know exactly what to do though, and handed me a bottle of water. We went on like this for a little bit before I started to feel my senses numb and I was giggling for no damn reason.

Everything was a haze and I lived it. I didn’t care about anything but what was going on in that moment. We were giggling and hanging on to each other. At one point, we even ended up kissing. I didn’t know who this sweet smiled stranger was, and frankly, I didn’t care. We ended up in meadow filled with sunflowers taller than us. We swayed through them and giggled and ran and fell. We kissed again and it was then that I knew I wanted to feel like that all the time. We lied there for hours, and then I felt it where off and I started to get tired.

I woke up with my head in the crook of his neck and the moon high up in the sky. Hours before had just been a blur and the black haired boy with, the drugs surprisingly, hadn’t left. But then again, he was sleeping too. I’d had felt a wave of despair flow through me and I wanted to cry. That euphoric feeling was gone and all I knew was that I wanted it back. Because then was the only time I’d felt carefree and almost happy. I felt a shuffling next to me and I pulled my black sweatshirt sleeves over my hand and wiped away the tears.

“Hey there lost boy,” he says, the same words as last night. I give him a weak smile and ask his name. He gave me a half smirk, “I’m tempted to say Peter Pan, as here I am, helping the lost boy,” he smiles and pauses, “but you can call me Phil.”

“Hi Phil, I’m Dan,” I said softly. Phil’s blue eyes twinkled in the moonlight and I swear, I’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as his face right then and there. Phil pushed my straightened hair back with a small smile before hopping up. I followed his action a moment after. “Are you leaving?”

“Afraid so, Lost Boy. I’ll see you another time,” he answered.

I’ve gone back every single day after that. Sometimes Phil was there, other times he was no where to be found.

A month later I was still getting chased and beat and slurred at. “Go kill yourself!” They’d say. “Run, Lost Boy, but your problems won’t be solved like that!” Those are the times I’d run straight to the woods, praying that Phil was there. We’d hadn’t gotten together ‘officially’, but we’d get high together and sometimes make out. Phil in a way, is Peter Pan. He saves me from the villains and takes me to Neverland. I’ve started smoking weed almost every single day. It may be an addiction, but Neverland is where I belong. It’s where I feel free. Neverland is where I’m happy and where I’m supposed to be. Everything is so hazy and warm there. Phil’s there with me. It’s so comforting and so calm. Out here it’s ruckus. Out here I don’t know how to be calm, or how to think. I don’t know how to feel okay in this world. Neverland is my safe haven an I’m okay with that.

I don’t know who I am. How am I supposed to live normally. I’ve started getting it on my own for the days that Phil wasn’t in the woods. When he was, it made the experience ten times better. I went today and he was there, sitting on the log already smoking. I sit next to him and he passes the bowl and lighter to me and I light it. After about five minutes of passing back and forth I started to feel it. I rested my head in Phil’s shoulder and sighed. I felt like I was floating. “Hey Phil?” I asked.

“Yea?”

“Do you ever want to fly away from the town? Like, just go. Leave and fly away, cause I do.” Phil turned to me sighed. His blue eyes were hazed and bloodshot. There was a small smile on his pink lips.

“Yea, all the time.”

Moments later we were kissing. Soft gentle pecks were being placed down my neck as I sighed an let out little whimpers. I looked up at Phil and his eyes mesmerized me like they always do. I think I’ve fallen for the black haired boy that calls himself my Peter Pan. I grabbed his hand and we stumbled along to our meadow. I pull him down on top of me, not breaking the kiss. His hands were up my shirt now, feeling their way along my chest. I sighed in content as he moved back down to my neck, sucking softly in a way that makes my breath stutter. He pulled my shirt off looking in my eyes as if to make sure it were okay. The look on my face must have been enough because he leaned down and started kissing along my chest while leaving hickies here and there.

It’d progressed in a hazy blur of moans and kisses. The feeling was almost as euphoric as my high. I remember how black his eyes had gotten and the way he carefully handled my body. I was a broken record, letting out stuttered moans and “Fuck, please don’t stop.” I’d woken up later, under the moonlight and thousands of stars. It’d taken me a moment to process what I’d had done and I sure as hell didn’t regret it. Phil’s larger body was still lying next to mine. His chest was pale white under the moon and his face looked screwed up in pain. I’d always thought that people were supposed to look content and happy in their sleep. Phil had shown me different. He looked so scared in his sleep. I wanted to protect him, but how could I help somebody when I needed all of the protection I could get.

I got up, sober unfortunately, and looked up at the sky. It was one of the most beautiful things. Normally when I’m sober I get this crushing dread of despair throughout my waking hours. Right now, however, I felt okay for once. I was content and I wished I could feel like this forever. The sunflowers were stretched over my head and the wind was blowing slightly. Fireflies were soaring through the night and I felt like I could breathe. This is the best I felt in so long. I silently thank Phil for this moment, every day.

I head home in the warm, breezy night and trudge up my room, not bothering to keep silent; it’s not like my mum would care either way. As I head into the bathroom to shower I get a dull look of myself in the mirror wearing nothing but my boxers. I haven’t looked at myself in so long that my appearance scared me a little. My hair was curled up against my shoulders and my brown eyes were slightly red and bruised at the bottom with bags. My skinny frame was even more lanky, you could see my ribs slightly. I looked tired and scared and sad. My skin was paler with a slight flush at the cheeks. It was disgusting. Everything about myself disgusted me. What have I done to myself? Why can’t I just be okay?

I strip myself completely plagued with these thoughts and jump into the shower. I cleaned myself, but I wasn’t actually clean. I was dirty. I’ll always be dirty. The hot water cascaded down my back and for the first time in weeks, I cry. I cry because I can’t feel that contentment I had earlier. I cry because I’m so scared for myself, but I can’t find the energy to care. I cry because I don’t know what I had with Phil, just that I lost my virginity to him. I cry because I’m scared.

I slept three hours that night. The next day I headed to school slightly high. The day was a daze and I probably failed my Chemistry test; but who cares really? I went to the woods that day to see Phil. He was sitting on the log sober as ever. I was tired but still a little high.

“Hey,” I said in a croaked voice. He was wearing a green tee shirt with black skinny jeans. His hair was messy and his eyes were tired. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Phil kissed my forehead with a smile on his lips.

“Hey Lost Boy,” he stuck with that nickname. His voice was soft and deep. It rolled smoothly. We’re hardly ever sober together. Even though I still had some in my system, my mind felt clearer than usual. I didn’t know how to act but somehow it still felt comfortable. After a short silence, we talked. We had an actual conversation.

We talked about food and music and colours. We talked about life and the universe. He asked me why I smoked so much; why I was so damn sad. “Because I’m a Lost Boy,” I’d said. “Because I don’t really matter, and when I’m high, nothing matters. I don’t care that no one else does.” I asked Phil why he smoked. He shrugged.

“Because I need to feel something other than sadness,” I didn’t ask him to explain, but hell I wanted to. I wanted to know everything I could about him. I’ve given so many confessions while in that daze. Phil would listen silently, never really talking. I’ve come to realize how much I depended on my Peter Pan.

Two months later and I wish I’d asked Phil to explain. We spent the day together. After that one day o so many weeks ago, we’ve actually spent time sober together, rarely, but we did. I realized, I could only be sober when I’m with him. I remember that day together. Phil was wearing I black tee shirt and black skinny jeans. We spent that day in the meadow. We kissed and hugged and smiled. He told me he loved me that day while we were laying on the ground. I turned to him and smiled. I kissed him and told him I loved him too. I told him I loved him more than the moon loved the sun. I told him I loved him more than astronomers love the stars. I told him I loved him more than Peter Pan loved being young.

We didn’t get high that day, I’m kind o glad we didn’t because I wanted to remember it, every last bit. We stayed until late at night. He told me how much he loved the stars and the moon. He told me how he wished he was a star, how he wished he could shine and sparkle. I told him he was the brightest thing in me life. He chuckled and said how he’s no star, but the sky that the stars shine in. He told me I’m the star. I’m the star that kept his sky dim. He said I had kept him from the black hole for so long.

I told him he was my sun. I told him without his shine, I’d be nothing but a black abyss. I told him how close to the black hole I truly am, but how bright he has kept me. He smiled softly.

“The thing is, stars die out. They burn up for so long and then one day, they explode. All stars die. Some sooner than others. I might be a star, but I’ve shown for a long time and I think I just might die out soon.” When he said that, I was left speechless.

I kept quiet. I didn’t say anything about stars anymore. I sighed and kissed him. We lie next to each other with my head in the crook of his neck and his breathing coming out soft and shallow. I mumbled I love you into his neck until I feel asleep. I woke up at the break of dawn and he was nowhere to be found. I trudged home. I threw myself into my bed and cried into my pillow.

The next day I went bag to our log. He wasn’t there. I knew h wouldn’t be. I went to our meadow. He was laying there with his eyes wide open an skin paler than I’ve ever seen. His mouth was slightly open and his body was spread out. I sat next to him and cried. I cried next to his body. I cried because there was a crumpled up note in his hand for me. I cried because I knew he would do it and I knew he wasn’t okay. I fell in love with the sun and like all stars do, he died.

The thing about life is we need the sun to sustain our warmth. We need the sun because without it all life would die without it. The sun is what keeps all living organisms alive. When the sun dies, so do the things it was keeping alive