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But what do you do when there’s this great divide? He just seemed so far away. And what do you do when the distance is too wide? It’s like I don’t know anything. And how do you say, I love you? I love you. I love you. I love you. But we’re a million worlds apart and I don’t know how I would even start. If I could tell her, if I could 

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Your Celebrity Crush (Y/c/c) x Reader

Alcohol coursed through your veins as you stumbled up your front porch, sloppily fumbling with your keys as you tried to unlock your front door.

You grumbled and sighed dramatically, shaking the knob profusely when it wouldn’t unlock.

Suddenly, the door flew open making you jump back realizing the person standing there was Y/c/c. Maybe you were drunker than you thought. “Wh-what are you doing in there?” You mumbled, pointing at him. 

He chuckled, watching you gently sway from side to side. “Uhm,” he cleared his throat and glanced around his house. “I live here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stepped forward, Y/c/c snorting as he stepped to the side so you could peek inside. “You’re right.” you stepped back outside. “I wouldn’t put that chair there.” 

Y/c/c bit down on his bottom lip trying not to laugh as he watched you scrunch your nose up and shake your head.

“You’re Y/n right? I’m Y/c/c, I just moved in next door to you.” Your eyes widened again and your  lips broke out into a breathtaking smile making his heart skip a beat. 

“So it is you.” you giggled. “Maybe I’m not as drunk as I thought.” 

Y/c/c chuckled. “No, maybe not but hey,” he reached out and grabbed your shoulders when you started tilting to one side a bit too far. “Let’s get you to your house, yeah?”

You smiled and nodded, letting him help you to your house. 


favorite male characters [1/?] - tate langdon
“Something’s changed in you towards me. You’re distant. Cold. I don’t know what I’ve done but I’ll leave you alone from now on if that’s what you want. Is that what you want? Do you know why I’d leave you alone? Because I care about your feelings more than mine. I love you. There. I said it. I would never let anyone or anything hurt you. I’ve never felt that way about anyone.”

Peter Maximoff Imagine - P.E Hero

Warnings: mild swearing, angst

For: @dreaming-legend

Request: A Peter Maximoff imagine :D ? When they’re in P-E class, but reader and Peter are having a little fight and reader got the ball in the face because she didn’t see it coming ? Idk it’s weird but thanks !

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Let’s get one thing straight, if there’s anything I hate more than fighting with my silver-haired boyfriend - it’s P.E class. I have nothing against physical activity, I love a good jumping jack once in a while but playing dodgeball against and army full of testosteroned teenage boys is not my ideal way to spend second period. 

I slam my locker shut and feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket for the millionth time today, I don’t even bother looking at it because I know it’s Peter. He’s been texting and calling me all day non-stop, my phone went off so much in math class that my teacher threatened to confiscate it if I didn’t turn it off. The temptation of opening those texts and replying back to him is unbearable, but i refuse to give in. Last night Peter and I got in an argument about him not wanting to talk to his father, Peter never knew his dad when he was growing up it’s just been him and his mom, until recently and he’s refusing to meet with him. I know that I shouldn’t push him but he should want to get to know his dad, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Anyway we ended up yelling at each other for hours of which turned into a contest of who could scream at the other louder.


“Peter, I think it would be good for you to at least meet him!” I say, my voice raising with each word.

“Why would I Y/N? He hasn’t been in my life for 17 years, why would I want him in it now?!” he yells.

“Because he’s your dad Peter!” I try to reason with him.

“Not everyone has a perfect family like you Y/N! You think you can tell me what’s good for me just because you still have both your parents? I don’t need him and I sure as hell don’t need you!” Peter exclaimed, his face red from all his built up aggravation.

 I can’t believe he said that, I mean I know he’s angry but that was way out of line. My life isn’t perfect and he knows that, out of all people I thought I could at least count on him to be sensible. In my head I know he said that in the heat of the moment, but i can’t help but think  he actually meant it.

“Fine Peter, if you don’t need me. I’m gone.” I say grabbing my belongings and walking towards the door. “Have a nice life.” I say as I slam the door shut.

*end of flashback*

I know that he’s sorry but I can’t talk to him right now, not yet at least. I make my way through the busy crowd of students struggling to get to their class on time, luckily I don’t run into Peter on my way past his locker but I’m surprised he’s not there begging on his knees with flowers hoping I’ll show him mercy and forgive his sorry ass. Maybe he gave up on me, just the thought of us not being together anymore makes my stomach churn. Can it really be over?

I make my way into the girls locker room to change into my unflattering gym clothes, seriously could they make these any uglier and uncomfortable? As i leave the locker room I join my friends and huddle around my teacher to hear our teams. As my teacher talks I make eye contact with Peter, we look at each other briefly before I focus my gaze back on my teacher. 

“You will all be split up into 2 teams. I will tolerate absolutely no horseplay today that includes deliberately throwing the ball in someones face, one mistake and someone can get seriously injured.” My teacher urges.

“Then why are we playing?” I mutter under my breath ducking my head, my friends giggle and nudge my shoulder, my teacher glares at me obviously not thinking that was funny. 

She names off the teams and I’m anxious to see if Peter and I will be on the same team or not, being on a team with him could get distracting but being on the opposite team of him could land me with a ball in the face at 100 miles an hour - knowing about his fast pace powers could be unfortunate in my favour. She names of people’s names and sends me to the right side of the gym and Peter to the left side, thank god. She continues to name off students and sends Marcus on my side, he’s at least 6ft tall and has tanned skin and dark brown hair, his reputation perceives him as a HUGE flirt so maybe I’ll flirt with him to make a certain silver haired man jealous. 

“Hey Marcus” I say in my most chipper voice, “I’m really not good at this whole dodgeball thing, do you think you could help me out?” I say lightly touching his bicep.

“Yeah sure Y/N, don’t worry I’ll protect you.” , he says with a wink. 

I glance over Marcus’ shoulder to see Peter glaring at us, he walks over to our P.E teacher and is what I assume to be asking her if he can switch teams. I guess she says no because he saunters back over to his side with an annoyed look on his face, crossing his arms like a child who got sent to a time out. Oh well.

The teacher blows the whistle and everyone runs to the centre of the gym to grab as many dodgeball as they can, most of them go to our side, Marcus runs over to me and gives me a ball, “Thanks Marcus” I say politely. 

“Anyone specific you’re out to get?” he asks with a smug look on his face. I point to where Peter is standing defenceless, like a deer caught in the headlights. Marcus nods and hauls his ball Peter’s way. Peter dodges out of the way - a little too quicker than he should in public and grabs the ball to throw back at Marcus. Underestimating his aiming skills, Peter throws the ball at what seems like lightning speed and rather it hitting Marcus it hits me right in the side of the head and knocks me on my ass. I fall to the ground and everyone stops and drops their dodgeballs, some people laugh, others grimace and some run to my side, one of which include Peter.

“Y/N I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you!” Peter explains frantically.

I groan in response. I move my hand up to my head to make sure it’s still there because it feels as if he decapitated me, with the amount of force he threw the ball with - I’m surprised he didn’t.

“Maximoff, take Ms. Y/L/N to the nurse please. And see yourself to the principal’s office when you know she’s alright.” my teacher says sternly. Peter mutters a faint “okay” as he helps me up and carries me to the nurse.


“Alright, you can sit up” the nurse says to me, “you’ll be fine, at most it’s a light concussion. Take a few days on bed rest and you will be back to normal.” she explains, Peter takes my hand and helps me sit up, as the nurse leaves to get me some Advil. 

“Look Y/N, I’m so sorry. For everything. I was such an idiot for yelling to you the way I did, I know you were just trying to help and I was just so mad with myself.” he explains defeated, cowering his head down.

“Peter, why are you mad at yourself?” I ask wincing as i sit up straight.

“I’m scared. I’m scared that my dad won’t want to meet me, he left when my mom was pregnant. He didn’t want me then so why would he want me now?” he says keeping his head down.

“Peter,” i say carefully lifting his head to face me, “you’re dad would be an idiot if he didn’t want to meet you, but you don’t know for sure. At least try to reach out to him. I know that he will love you just as much as i do.” I say reassuringly. He looks up and smiles at me, his dimple poking out as he does.

“You still love me? What about Marcus?” he says, his smile fading into a frown. I let out a faint laugh.

“I was just mad at you and tried to make you jealous, it obviously worked.” I say as I point to my battered, concussed head, he laughs and brings my face towards his and places a light lingering kiss on my forehead rubbing it softly with his thumb. I smile and hold his face gently in my hands.

“I could never stop loving you Peter Maximoff, you silver haired, hot headed, jealo-” before I can continue mocking him he cuts me off and pulls me into him and presses his lips lightly against mine. I melt into the kiss and run my fingers through his hair, he has a gentle grasp on the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss. Before we can go any further we hear someone clear their throat and we quickly break apart. We were so caught up in the kiss we didn’t notice the nurse come back in.

“Think you two could stop sucking face long enough for Y/N to take her medication?” she asks clearly annoyed. We both look at each other and laugh, Peter helps me stand up and takes the medication from the nurse and we leave flushed faces and all. I wrap my arms around his torso and he pulls me into him, I can smell his rugged cologne.

“Looks like we won’t be seeing much of each other for the next week.” I say sticking my bottom lip out and pouting.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Peter asks smirking and gazing into my eyes, if not from the concussion I think his loving stare may make me faint. 

“Because, I’m on bed rest and you most likely will have detention for pummelling your girlfriend in the head with a dodgeball.” I say smiling up at his tall frame.

“Oh yeah,” he says pouting as well, “well then i guess I’ll just have to take advantage of the time we have right now.” he says winking at me, before I know it he scoops me up into his arms and I laugh at how ridiculous he is. Once again he pulls me in for a passionate kiss right in the middle of the hallway, I could care less if anyone catches us because right now I’m kissing my P.E hero.



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