i want to marry you peter

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  • Aries: "I'm gonna hit you so hard, it'll make your ancestors dizzy." - Mulan
  • Taurus: "“You said you’d never leave.” - Beauty and the Beast
  • Gemini: "“I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!”
  • -Alice in Wonderland
  • Cancer: "“Man has always learned from the past. After all, you can’t learn history in reverse!” – Archimedes, The Sword in the Stone
  • Leo: "So this is love, So this is what makes life divine." - Cinderella
  • Virgo: ""Always let your conscience be your guide." - The Blue Fairy (Pinocchio)
  • Libra: "“Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.” – The AristoCats
  • Scorpio: ": So you want me to throw her into the asylum, unless she agrees to marry you? Oh that is despicable (Laughs evilly) I LOVE IT!" - Beauty & The Beast
  • Sagittarius: " "You control your destiny - you don't need magic to do it. And there are no magical shortcuts to solving your problems." - Merida (Brave)
  • Capricorn: ""Even miracles take a little time." - Fairy Godmother
  • Aquarius: ""Listen to me. The human world is a mess." - The Little Mermaid
  • Pisces: "You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you… That’s where I’ll be waiting." - Peter Pan
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Aries: “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.” - Mulan

Taurus: ““You said you’d never leave.” - Beauty and the Beast

Gemini: "“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”
-Alice in Wonderland

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Remus Lupin is so fucking extra though? Like, everyone calls Sirius dramatic but Remus has like two settings: 0 and 100.
Like in Snape’s Worst Memory he’s all: hexing is bad and I want no part in this, but then he sees Peter and is like: hey friend time to die
He’s on Sirius’s back all the time like ‘chill man we need to think things through’ but then he’s like ‘so I married Tonks but in hindsight nah I’ll ruin her life so I’m coming on an adventure k?’
He’s super chill paring off Snape: 'marauders map? Nah mate no idea I guess I’ll just take it off yours hands goodnight’ then at the mention of Sirius Black’s name he throws his suitcase half way across the room 'how dare you? accuse me? Sirius Black?!?’
He’s just either so chill or so over the top like oh my god

Imagine your OTP

Person A: I’m getting married, and I want you to be in my wedding.
Person B: Oh, as a bridesmaid?
Person A: *gets on one knee* No, as my bride

whatrparks  asked:

Heyyy! Love your blog, I've read possibly every fic under the "accidental relationship" and "pining" tags and was wondering if you could update one of them? much love to you people

I did the pining update yesterday and here’s the accidental relationship one. - Anastasia

Originally posted by edigarledezma

Diamond Side Down by hazelandglasz

(1/1 I 659 I Not Rated I Allydia)

Prompt 24- Accidental marriage

put a ring on it. by doctorkaitlyn

(1/1 I 1,120 I General I Sterek)

Stiles wakes up with a mouthful of dirt.

Werewolves + Alcohol = Married? by audrey1nd, RsCreighton

(1/1 I 1,260 I Teen I Stiles/Isaac)

What do you do when you wake up in bed next to your least favorite wolf and find that you got married the night before at your best friend’s bachelor party?

On the Other Shore by Strangeredlantern, Vague_Shadows

(1/? I 1,765 I General I Isaac/Stiles)

Stiles and Isaac have started building a life together with Eloise, but they still have a lot to work through.  

That’s What I Get For Waking Up In Vegas by dontletyourheartdistractyou

(1/1 I 2,821 I Mature I Erica/Malia/Allison/Lydia)

“This is so much like the Katy Perry song,” she groaned, throwing a hand over her forehead.

“Really?” Derek asked. “I was thinking of the Ashton Kutcher movie.”

(In which Erica Reyes accidentally marries four people while vacationing in 9Vegas.)

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 3,207 I Teen I Sterek)

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

Bacon Is The Answer To All Life’s Problems by eeyore9990

(1/1 I 3,322 I Teen I Sterek)

After the election results come in, Stiles uses his long weekend to go visit Derek in Nevada because running away from all of life’s problems sounds like the best of all possible choices. Shenanigans ensue.

Sealed with a Kiss by Inell

(1/1 I 3,628 I Explicit I Stackson)

The fairies seem to like to Stiles, and, unfortunately, the only other person they’ll even let around him is Jackson Whittemore, who he totally doesn’t have feelings for at all. Nope. Not at all.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 7,155 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

The Valentines Thing and Other Fiascoes by Pandaabeer

(6/7 I 8,705 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek has recently succeeded in a lot of things. He has a job, he has a place with electricity and heck he even has netflix. What he has never succeeded at and probably never will is relationships. He’s a sad sack when it comes to love. This Valentines is nothing new.

Or

The sequel to Valentines Strike no one wanted.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

(5/5 I 9,383 I General I Steter)

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Best Men by zcinmalik

(1/1 I 11,422 I Mature I Boyd/Scott)

Boyd, in a moment of startling clarity, finally feels the unnatural weight of the gold band adorning his ring finger.

To Form a More Perfect Union by WritersAreLiars

(3/? I 11,503 I Mature I Deucalion/Stiles)

Stiles never expected that helping an injured dog would result in him living out the plot of one of his novels. Now he’s accidentally married himself to the alpha of the esteemed Blackwood pack and hoping that Deucalion isn’t too good to be real.

The Hangover by van_helsa124

(13/13 I 15,826 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles and the pack visit Vegas to blow off some steam, only to wake up with no memory of the night before. After interrogating Peter for information they quickly realise that: Boyd is missing, a rival pack has declared a blood feud, hunters are on their trail …and, oh yeah, Derek and Stiles are married.

Steel Blue: A Fractured Fairy Tale by FiccinDylan

(15/15 I 29,251 I Explicit I Sterek)

The real reason Stiles and Derek stopped sleeping with each other was because Stiles was the first to break the feelings dam. For Derek, love and sex were placed in two separate compartments, but for Stiles, love was 9chocolate and sex was peanut butter, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were always his favorite candy.

He knew he’d fall head over heels in love with the wolf and he did. And he didn’t know if he could handle Derek not feeling the same way. So instead he agreed with Derek to remove chocolate, and add in the jelly of sarcasm and ribbing banter and jerking off alone.

It sucked.

But Stiles respected Derek and valued his friendship over everything else., he’d do anything for the wolf.

Oh, and he also just found out that he might have a twin brother that’s a porn star for Neckz&Throatz, but oddly… that’s the sidebar in this tale.

Fools Rush In by origamifrogs

(3/3 I 30,673 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Stiles wakes up in his hotel bed in Las Vegas, sticky eyes blinking open to the sight of a stranger sleeping beside him.

A stranger who is male.

And naked.

Stiles promptly falls out of bed.”

Or, the one where Stiles and Derek get drunk in Las Vegas, accidentally get married, go on a road trip, and find love along the way.

UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo

(20/20 I 54,259 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

***

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

The Purloined Letter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

(34/34 I 83,123 I Explicit I Sterek)

Kate Argent learns that Peter Hale has a letter, the contents of which, if known, would ruin her, and decides the best place to find it would be the hunting party arranged for the Whittemore-Martin engagement celebrations, but there are some issues with her plan, Peter has brought his nephew, the house is full of omega meaning everyone is watching everyone else, Lydia is not as happy with the engagement as her mother casting her eyes on someone else, her niece, who she’s meant to be chaperoning has eyes for a penniless Scottish Lord, and she’s not even sure that Peter brought the letter with him.

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You and Peter turned the corner into the big living room. You both had wanted to check out where all the yelling was coming from. Ringing through the whole tower.

“Pepper and i are better, Obviously!” Tony defended himself, Crossing his arms and sticking out his tongue at Steve.

“Ororo and i are royalty. I think we win this.” T’challa said calmly. 

‘Pf. As if. Hope and i have a close relationship!” Scott huffed. “I can hall her now and she’ll agree!” Honestly his defense was a bit sad.

“I’m the only married one, Soo…” Clint says. Totally forgetting about T’challa. He gave him the meanest side eye you had ever seen.

“Jesus, Does it really matter that much?” you budded in. Making everyone stop. You were right. They were acting like five year olds. But really, When do they not?

“Yeah guys it’s kinda stupid to fight over.” Peter murmured. Almost quiet enough to not hear. You nodded in agreement. While the rest of the room went completely silent for once. 

“Thinking about it…. Peter and Y/n are actually the best couple.” Bucky said with a smirk. A blush rose on both your faces. Complete embarrassment flooding through you.

“We’re not a couple!” Peter burst.He was actually starting to shake. Poor kid.

“Not yet at least.” Natasha added. Making the rest of them laugh. Oh you were going to kill them.

The Lady of Calormen

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: This was a fun one to write! I got a bit carried away though lol


He knew the others weren’t a fan of this plan. Peter wasn’t so hot on it himself, but there was no other way to seal their alliance with the Calormen.

“Peter, I don’t see why one our Archenland allies couldn’t be the one to seal the treaty. Why do you have to marry her?” Edmund demanded.

His brother sighed.

“Because Ed, it’s my duty as High King. That, and… I wasn’t going to let them force you into anything you clearly didn’t want.”

“Yes, but–”

“Enough about it. What’s done is done.”

Edmund was clearly dissatisfied, but he didn’t protest it any further.

“When is she arriving?”

“This afternoon.”

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Not Her, Please

Originally posted by thugshawn

Requested by anonymous: one where he’s getting married but not to u

Note: thanks for playing with my emotions with this request!!!! lmao, I liked writing this actually I had fun

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It shattered you when he told you he couldn’t devote enough time to you, and that it wasn’t working.

You begged him, to not throw what you had away. He wiped any tears that slipped onto his cheeks away, trying to seem as if it was harder for you than him.

He was lying to himself.

You were messed up for weeks, for months. You weren’t the same; you would cry, a lot; you would be incredibly isolated; you would get so angry and lash out; you would get drunk and call him, leaving various messages that you would hate yourself for in the morning. And yet, you couldn’t bare to say his name. He threw two and a half years down the drain.

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Peter and the Insomniac

Requested: No

Word Count: 603

A/N: I’ve never done something like this before, so we’ll see how this goes and I hope you guys like it! Also I know this isn’t going to be accurate but I’m a romantic let me live.


Originally posted by irenelair


Peter didn’t understand insomnia until he saw it first hand.

He met Y/N when he moved on to high school, and they had been friends ever since. 

Well, kind of. Peter had, Y/N was in love with him but they pretty much ignored that fact. Ned didn’t though. He could see everything, and he was sick of Peter not seeing it as well. Because poor Y/N was suffering. 

You see, Y/N had insomnia, which means that they can’t sleep. Except with Peter that is. Almost any physical touch Peter gave them soothed them into slumber. Peter knew it too. 

It had just started when they were cuddling while watching Star Wars and he was simply rubbing their back, and when he noticed that, he did come experiments. Nothing too crazy, just different physical gestures (A/N: THAT SOUNDS SO DIRTY I DIDN’T MeAN IT TO) rubbing their back, pecking their forehead, holding their hand. And he learned that the more intimate the gesture the faster they fall asleep. 

Though he was a somewhat affectionate person, many people thought that they were dating when they first met them (and even after). 

But the fact was that Peter just worried about them. If he could get them to sleep, he would do anything he could to help them. 

But back to the point, we’re about to talk about the time where Ned reached his wits end and told Peter how Y/N felt. 


During summer break, Peter, Ned and Y/N had a sleepover together. Something that wasn’t odd for them, and Y/N had just fallen asleep on Peter’s shoulder, so Ned and him had decided to play some video games. 

Ned had gotten up to grab a couple of slices of pizza for him and Peter when he saw something that pushed him over the edge. Peter had his hand on Y/N’s cheek and was laying a soft kiss on the top of their head. His eyes were closed. It was an incredibly intimate moment, Ned almost wanted to leave them be. Buuut pizza and video games won out the battle in his mind and he sat down next to Peter carefully in hopes not to wake up Y/N.

“You know they’re in love with you right?”

It was like he broke Peter out of a trance and he looked over at him with wide eyes for a split second, before he came to his senses. 

“No they don’t.”

“Yes they do Peter, just look at them! You’re the only person they trust to sleep next to!”

“It’s just because we’re friends Ned.”

“Peter-”

“No Ned, drop it.”

Ned wondered if Peter was ever going to get it together and ask Y/N out. 


It was deep into the night, Peter was squished onto Ned’s couch Y/N in his arms. He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what Ned had said about Y/N, something he had been hinting at for months. 

But something about him saying that Y/N was in love with him. It was different somehow. But it wasn’t like he was in love with Y/N or anything, they’re just friends. 

It wasn’t like he ever fantasized about marrying them, or making them happy. And it wasn’t like he would do anything for them, travel across the world to make them smile. 

No, he was in love with Liz. Liz was perfect, or at least Peter made her out to be. Just because her laugh wasn’t as sweet as Y/N’s, or that she didn’t like the Avengers (specifically Tony Stark), or that she never gave Peter the time of day. 

He was in love with Liz-

Right?


A/N #2: I’m pretty sure this sucks, but I tried my best! Tell me if you want a part two let me know! I love my bby Peter send in headcanon/imagine requests for him. 

this was supposed to be a drabble

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Gif source:  Peter

Imagine Peter Quill proposing to you.

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You were both breathless, barely making it onto the ship alive after tangling with some majorly pissed off blue people. As you gathered your bearings, Peter plopped onto the seat beside you, equally as shaken up while Gamora and Rocket handled the ship’s getaway, Drax’s laughter coming to an end as abruptly as it had started.

“Let’s get married,” Peter finally speaks, words panted from his lips in such a casual way you almost miss the meaning behind them.

“What?” you ask, still not fully registering the fact that he’d just said that.

“You and me. We should finally do it, if you want,” Peter continues, glancing to his side to catch your curious eyes with his own, a lopsided grin on his face. “I’d love to spend the rest of my life running around the universe with you.”

Dad Hat

Request: Older and married and finally find out she’s pregnant and cute + fluffy / “They didn’t just find out!  They already knew!”

a/n: hello all!! i have been up to my head in sociology homework this week, and most recently, celebrating the Patriots historic super bowl win!!!!! i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night/afternoon in whatever timezone you find yourself in!! and i’m also not ashamed that the first thing i thought of when writing soon-to-be dad shawn was him wearing a dad hat. so enjoy and tell me your thoughts 💜💜💜

Your name: submit What is this?

You didn’t know how you didn’t catch it sooner.  You had missed your last two periods, you’d been nauseous for the past few weeks throughout the day, and you’d been feeling more tired than lately.  They were the generic signs, and for some reason, they all went over your head.

           Normally, when you got nervous, you paced around your room.  And that’s exactly what you were doing now.  Shawn was in the studio for the day, so you were home alone to sit with your thoughts.  You knew when you would tell Shawn that he would be over the moon about you being pregnant.

           It would be your first child together, and you knew better than anyone else how much Shawn wanted to be a father.  It didn’t matter if you were having a boy or a girl, Shawn would be filled with love either way for your child.

            “Y/n?”

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CS FF: The Most Powerful Magic

Summary:  After Killian finds his way back to Emma, he must help her regain her memories and remember the love they share.

Rating: G

Note: So it’s been an emotional rollercoaster of a week.  I have a lot of mixed feelings.  I don’t know what’s going to happen in a season 7 without Jen and with Colin.  I can only hope they find a way to sustain this beautiful romance we all love.  And I will enjoy whatever Captain Swan we have left.   I haven’t seen the sneak peek, so this is just based on the promo and what I would like to see happen tomorrow.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…The Most Powerful Magic: Part 1/1…

Killian slammed his hook and fist down on the table in the dining room of the Evil Queen’s castle.

“Bloody hell!  I need to get back to my wife!”

David and Snow turned toward him.  

David sighed heavily.  “We’re all frustrated, Hook.”

“Getting upset is not going to help any of us get back to Emma and Henry.”

Killian’s eyes flared, as he held up his hand.  “Less than five minutes,” he said.  “We were married less than five minutes when she was taken away from me again.   It was supposed to be a happy beginning for us, but instead I am trapped in this bloody place and my wife is holed up in a mental hospital.  The Black Fairy is determined to destroy her.  She doesn’t remember me or any of us.  She doesn’t remember being the Savior and she doesn’t believe that this fairy tale life exists.  She doesn’t believe in anything.”

Snow placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.  “You have every right to be upset.  But Emma needs us now more than ever.  And we won’t do her any good if we let our emotions get the best of us.”

David nodded. “We need to remain calm.  We will find a portal and get back to her.  We have yet to fail.”

Killian dropped his head, his voice emerging softly.  “I miss my wife.”

Just then, Regina came charging in.  She held her hand up high and smiled triumphantly.  

“I found a magic bean to open a portal to Storybrooke!”

Killian’s eyes lit up, as smiles spread across David and Snow’s faces.

“That’s great, Regina!” Snow said.

Regina’s smiled slowly faded.  “There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that?” David asked, his brow furrowing with worry.

“It will only allow one person through and then the portal will disappear,” she said.

Killian shook his head sharply, as Snow and David blew out a frustrated breath.  After a few moments, Snow walked to Regina and took the bean from her.   She walked over to Killian and held it up to him.

“It should be you,” she said.  

Killian’s eyes widened in shock.  “What?”

“You’re Emma’s husband now.  You should be the one to go to her,” Snow said.

Killian shook his head slowly. “Although I would like nothing more, I can’t make this about me.  Emma is in danger.  She needs someone who can help her defeat the Black Fairy.  Regina is the only one with magic.  She’s her best chance.”

Regina nodded her head.  “Snow’s right, Hook.  This isn’t about magic. That’s not what Emma needs right now. You saw the same images of Emma in that mirror that we did.  She is broken and alone, just like when Henry first found her.  She doesn’t believe in anything or anyone.”

David bobbed his head.  “And magic isn’t what made her believe back then.  Love did.  True love broke the dark curse.”

“True love is the most powerful magic of all,” Snow said.

She took Killian’s hand and placed the bean in it.

“Get to Emma. Make her believe again,” she said.

Killian stared at his in-laws and then slowly nodded.  “Thank you.  I will do everything in my power.”

Regina nodded.  “And we will do everything in ours to find another portal to get us all home.”

Killian took a deep breath and then threw the magic bean up.   A portal appeared before them.  With one last look at his new family, he stepped through the portal.

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Stay With Me

Summary: Peter Parker comes to you in a time of need, leading to another huge event that will change your life. One problem, you’re both friends with benefits.

Warnings: sexual implications, and physical injuries

Word count: 1,554


As soon as the pressure between your hips dissipated, you gently pushed Peter’s hair out of his eyes and behind his ear.

He leant into your touch for a moment before collapsing beside you. “How do you feel?”

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anonymous asked:

wedding with shawn

  • You had dreamt about this day ever since you were a little girl
  • You had a pinterest board and everything
  • Shawn was mostly just excited to marry you
  • All the wedding stuff was extra
  • But he knew it was important to you
  • So he tried his best to help with the planning when he could
  • Mostly he was too busy with work and always traveling
  • But he always picked up the phone ready to listen
  • Whenever you called him, frantic about something wedding related
  • And he’d assure you things would be okay
  • He called the venue himself when you told him they weren’t listening
  • And he was in charge of the music and the photographers
  • You were mostly on decorating and guest list
  • On the morning of your wedding you wake up in a hotel room
  • With your best friends
  • Its bad luck or something to see Shawn before the wedding
  • But there are a few texts from him on your phone
  • “Good morning my love, can’t wait to marry you today.”
  • “Breathe, don’t stress, call if you need anything.”
  • “I love you.”
  • The ceremony is set for 4pm
  • So Shawn and the boys play video games, blast music, and jam out
  • In their hotel room all day
  • And they start getting ready around 3pm
  • He has tears in his eyes when he sees you at the end of the aisle
  • The music is playing and you want to run straight into Shawn’s arms
  • But you force yourself to walk like you had practiced the day before
  • Your dad, strong and steady beside you
  • Shawn’s smile is huge, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you
  • He quickly reaches out to wipe a tear from his eye 
  • Most of the ceremony is a blur
  • And all you can think about is how much you want to kiss him
  • It takes all your self control to wait
  • You didn’t think it was possible to love someone
  • As much as you love this boy in front of you
  • His vows make you cry
  • And you can barely get through yours
  • Finally you get to kiss
  • And you know without a shadow of a doubt 
  • These are the only lips you ever want to kiss
  • The crowd is cheering
  • And he pulls away because it has already been a little too long
  • “I love you.”
  • He’s biting his lip now
  • And staring down at you
  • It’s like this whole crowd of people don’t even exist
  • And it’s just you two
  • “I love you too.”
  • He grabs your hand
  • And you two playfully dance back down the aisle a married couple
  • “You’re really mine now.” 
  • “I was always yours, you doofus.” 
With Mars Bars, Snickers and Skittles

Happy birthday @mysenia. I’m so sorry I’m late but I’m in the middle of a writer’s block and just couldn’t write. It’s taken me forever to finish, sorry! It’s nearly 5am here so maybe it’s not too late??? Hopefully you’ll like this and it will be worth the wait T.T

Peter officially wakes up exactly on his birthday.

On that 27th of October, dark clouds greet him when he painstakingly turns his head and everything indicates that it’s one of those rare cold days in California. On that 27th of October his doctor nearly drops the chart she was holding and her little entourage of interns flutter around excitedly because it’s a… miracle.

(Peter has a feeling that he will come to hate that word pretty fast.)

They make him go through a battery of tests a mile long that leaves him even more exhausted than he already felt. By the end of it all, he finds himself in a new room, in a new bed, with a tray with soup and a strawberry jello that the nurse has plated and placed a candle on. Peter doesn’t know how to feel about it but he has always loved sweet things, so he thanks the nurse, blows the candle and eats it anyway.

He regrets it later. Not because he gets sick or anything, but because he doesn’t and that’s a miracle too.

(It’s been less than a day and he hates the word already so he was right about that. Shocking.)

He asks. He knows who’s dead, of course. He became the alpha the moment Talia died, so the bonds transferred to him instantly and he felt most of those snap before he could even reach home. But three of those were still active after he tore the unsuspecting Kate and Gerard Argent’s throats apart and forced his way inside the house. None of those were in there, all the ones he found were already dead, and he lost consciousness just after managing to crawl his way out. Those three bonds are still active right now, so what happened?

The nurse tells him that Laura is on her way, that they had tried to reach her the moment he woke up but were unable to. She should be here any moment now, she says. However, it’s not her who makes it first but a sweaty and winded Cora.

Peter has never been a family man. Ever. He was more likely to skip the once a year family reunion than to actually attend it. However, he has to admit that he has always had a soft spot for Talia’s brats. He used to call Cora his tough crybaby because she would power through whatever was upsetting her like a seasoned warrior and then go to Peter’s downtown office to vent. If Peter was in a meeting she would patiently wait outside until it was over. Then she would unceremoniously enter, grab her pastel and sparkly stuffed unicorn (that he kept in plain view just for the entertainment it provided via his client’s reactions) and bawl her eyes out. Peter would let her vent and not intervene until she either sat on one of the chairs he had in front of his desk or on his lap. He then would give her a Mars bar that he kept in his first drawer just for her (Snickers for Derek, Skittles for Laura) and they would talk (she normally wanted revenge, Derek just a good vent and sometimes advice, and Laura could go both ways) until she felt better. If this happened at home, he more often than not would find himself with a squatter in his bed.

Peter fell into a coma in January and has woken up nearly in November, but of the next year, so it’s been nearly two years and Cora is fourteen already. She has gone from slightly chubby to spindly and Peter frowns inwardly, because he doesn’t like what it implies. She waits until the nurse excuses herself to walk towards the bed and try to muster a smile. Peter sighs and draws her in. She lands with a grunt on the bed and holds herself stiffly for a few seconds before she collapses and he starts to feel something wet where she has hidden her face on the crook of his neck.

Laura and Derek arrive shortly after but Cora doesn’t emerge from her hiding place. They both look startlingly thin and worn out, but Laura specially so. She tears up the moment she sees him awake and comes to hug him almost immediately. Derek remains by the door, looking miserable.

“I’m sorry,” Laura babbles. “My boss is an asshole and I couldn’t give him an excuse to fire me and-”

“Shush,” Peter croaks simply and she quiets and collapses just like Cora beside him.

Derek is still by the door.

Just before her death, Kate Argent was bragging about the methods she had used to get what she needed. Peter knows. Derek is sixteen years old right now, so he was fourteen then. He was a kid and even if some part of Peter wishes he had been fully an adult so he could blame him, rage and let his own anger out, he can’t. If anyone is to blame here apart from the obvious, it’s Peter and Talia and Mathew. They were the adults, they should have noticed something. Peter should have noticed something amiss.

And so, he does the most difficult thing he has done in his life and says, fully believing it.

“It wasn’t your fault, Derek. Come here.”

And Derek shudders, swallows thickly and unravels before his eyes. Cora starts crying again, Laura shakes even harder. The nurse has enough tact to not say anything when she finds all of them in a pile.

How Laura managed to keep Derek and Cora’s guardianship, Peter doesn’t know, but he suspects strongly that the Tribunal moved things along to facilitate it to make up for what happened. Their “kindness” and “helpfulness” ended right there, though, because Laura has been running herself to an early grave with three jobs to keep up with the hospital and their livelihood expenses. She should have received the life insurance dues but the company contested them and in the end she ended up with more expenses (from the lawyer’s fees) than what she started on, so she had to let it go because she couldn’t afford the risk of not being able to pay for the little flat where they live at the worst part of town. She never even started college in UCLA like she was supposed to.

She has been arguing a lot with Derek because he wants to leave his studies to work full time to relieve her of some of the pressure and she won’t have it. Cora is still in mandatory schooling but she helps sometimes at Derek’s workplace before going to school and around the neighbourhood for a pittance after it.

They are tired, worn down, stressed and downright miserable.

This situation is unacceptable.

The first thing he does is contact the Tribunal. If it was only about Peter, he’d prefer to make it on his own without having to depend on them, but this is about Laura not looking a step from keeling over, about Derek not feeling guilty about continuing his studies, about Cora not looking like a strong wind will blow her away, so he will swallow his pride. He may not be able to get what he wants from the insurance company, but he can strong arm the Tribunal into doing that for him.

On another front, Peter finds out that he has just missed the chance to take the bar exam again and the next examination period is in February, so he can’t do anything about that. The thing, though, is that his clients chose him mainly for his deviousness and his smarts, and those are more than fine even if he just woke up. He can try to reach out and offer his services as an external consultant until he has his license again. He doesn’t lose anything by trying and even if it doesn’t work, he will have let them know for when he goes back full time on February. If it does work, he’ll get another source of income that will give them a reprieve.

He even knows with whom to start.

Peter, love, I have missed you so much!” one of his favourite clients gushes when he offers his services as a consultant and briefly demonstrates that he’s still as capable as ever. This particular client likes very hung Latinos that always turn to be golddiggers that want to steal his fortune. “My new lawyer is just no good! Dear Pablo got a veritable fortune out of me when he left me and that’s no good. I thought it would happen again with Roberto but here you are again to save me from a cruel fate!” He sighs dramatically. “He was so cute when we married, love, and he worshipped me so much…

“You mean your cock,” Peter points out dryly, like many times before.

Well, that too,” he giggles. “He did this thing with his tongue that… Let me tell you, I’m going to have trouble finding someone who knows how to do that, love, and I’m already mourning because it was fantastic.

“You always say that, Anthony,” Peter says amused.

It’s your fault, darling,” the man pouts. “You know you are my one true love. We would be so good together! Ah, but no use crying over what will never be.” He sighs again. “I’ll have my assistant send you all the necessary documents to your temporary address. Get back to me as soon as possible, yes?

And so, by the time Peter finally gets fed up and leaves the hospital AMA, the insurance company has paid up everything it should have and he has a somewhat steady and hefty source of income.

There are a lot of changes in that first month. Among other small things, they move to a bigger flat while Peter sorts out the Hale land issue, Derek stops talking about leaving his studies and only works at the weekends (because apparently his work is not that bad, which in his case is as good as a singing endorsement), Cora stops helping around the neighbourhood (she just gives a hand at Derek’s workplace because she likes it too) and Laura is currently unemployed because Peter flat out ordered her to leave all her works when she couldn’t bring herself to make the decision even though she really wanted to. Peter also enforced the rule of having as many meals together as they can and has watched satisfied as they gain weight steadily.

All in all, he’s satisfied with the progress even though he knows they need to address what happened. He knows better than to push it, though, because even if the kids are as different from each other as day and night, they do share a common feature between them and with Peter. None of them do well when pushed to talk, they need to make up their minds by themselves first, so Peter just waits while they do. Peter is ready for when they feel like it.

And as he expected, Laura is the first to crack. Ever since she found herself with as much free time as she could ever want, she hasn’t known what to do with herself. Oh, the first few days (a week if he’s being generous) she enjoyed it. She slept in, watched series, went out and so on, but it got old pretty quickly and she started feeling antsy.

He’s working late in his office (the fancy way to call the kitchen until he actually gets himself a real one) when she slips in silently. She makes a show of looking inside the fridge but Peter already knows. Just like when this happened before the fire, though, he lets her be. After a couple of minutes, she sits in front of him with a mug of hot milk that he knows she probably won’t even touch and that Peter himself will end up drinking.

“I don’t know what to do,” she says finally. “I just… don’t know?” She rubs her mouth and then her forehead frustrated. “I used to and now I just… don’t?”

“So what?” Peter replies when it looks like she has run out of things to say.

“I-what?” she stutters bewildered.

“So what if you don’t know what to do?” Peter elaborates. “What’s the problem with that? What’s the rush?”

“I’m already twenty! I should-” she cuts herself before continuing desperately. “I can’t just stay doing nothing!”

Peter understands what she doesn’t say. She has devoted every second of the last two years to make sure the family stays afloat and now that she has nothing threatening to weight her down, she finds herself adrift.

“Then do something,” Peter says simply and she gapes. “You don’t know what to do with the rest of your life? Ok, fine, then decide what to do for the next day, week, month. Whatever you feel most comfortable with. Work, treat yourself, learn to do something new. You said yesterday that you wished you knew how to bake, right? Then find a course and learn. No? That’s no good? Then what else? Knitting? Martial Arts? Languages? If there’s anything that sparks your interest, even if it’s just a vague one, then go for it until you find your own way. And when you find it, you found it.”

“But-”

“Laura, you’ve more than earned the right to be unsure and try your way around. Your parents would have been proud of who you have become.” Peter reaches into his bag and gets a little bag of Skittles out to hand it to her. “I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

Laura laughs and laughs as she catches the bag, then cries and cries, then she laughs again and then cries.

“Sorry,” she hiccups when she finally can get a hold of herself, just like she used to I’m the rare occasions that she cried this hard when she was younger. “I’m a mess.”

“Tell me something new,” Peter answers dryly, also like he used to.

That startles another laugh out of her and she throws a Skittle at him, again like she used to. Peter grabs it before it can impact on his eye (the little shit has always had deadly accuracy and one Skittle to the eye in his lifetime is all that Peter will tolerate) and then eats it. He makes a gagging face right afterwards, because he likes sweets but not the mass produced and just plain sugar kind. She laughs again when he steals her now lukewarm milk.

“You can come in, squirt,” she says after a few seconds, prompting a disgruntled Derek to come in.

Even as kids they had the rule to not intrude when one of them needed Peter, and he has always found that endearing and amusing in equal parts. He doesn’t let it show, of course, even if he shares an entertained look with Laura when Derek’s back is to them.

“You finished the milk,” he grumbles put upon and Peter nearly snickers.

“Here,” he says instead, handing him the mostly untouched mug of milk and Derek nods gratefully.

It looks as if he just came for something warm but he stops before leaving to fidget at the door. “Stiles is looking for a helper,” he finally lets out after a lot of hesitation. For moment Peter is a little confused but then he remembers that Stiles is the nickname one Mieczyslaw Stilinski prefers. The boss that always sends Derek home with a wagon of homemade sweets (that Peter secretly steals part of) because he pays him a ridiculously high extra every month to have him as a taste tester that gives him a brutally honest opinion about his creations. Peter doesn’t want to tell him that it’s most likely because both of Stiles’ parents also died before he was an adult and he wants to help him out. “He loves teaching people and he pays well.”

“I’ll look into it,” Laura answers warmly and the tips of Derek’s ears go red. “Thanks, squirt.”

“Not a squirt,” he grumbles before leaving.

Laura does apply for a job at R&R (one day Peter will actually remember to ask what that stands for) and gets it. She comes back looking mystified and Derek and Cora keep smirking. She keeps coming back happy and relaxed, though, so Peter, who is up to his ears with work, sees no reason to investigate further for now.

Cora seeks him out a week later. Just like she did before the fire, she unceremoniously walks into his office (still the glorified kitchen but hey, coffee and snacks right at hand) and then sits in a corner with the stuffed unicorn that Peter was so fond of. She isn’t crying this time but he knows better than to let that lure him into a false sense of safety.

When she finally turns to face him, her opening is certainly not what he was expecting.

“A boy called me a bitch today because I refused to go out with him,” she states completely serious and Peter is a bit thrown because she doesn’t exactly look affected by it. He waits for the other shoe to drop. “He said that if I had a mom I would be more of a lady… or something along those lines.” Ah. “You may get a call about that, by the way, because I think I broke his nose.”

Peter blinks, then he holds a hand for her to high-five (which does the trick to relax her from her tense posture) and then speaks. “Love, I know she was your mom and you thought her the perfect saint, but… well, no use on sugar coating things. Your mother was the most perfect bitch I’ve ever met and let me tell you, your father downright adored that part of her. In fact, he got all misty eyed and it stunk all around because of it. It was disgusting.”

“Uncle Peter! I don’t want to hear about mom and dad-” she groans revolted and can’t even bring herself finish the sentence. Peter hears Derek and Laura groaning too at the sitting room and he inwardly claps himself in the back.

“Yes, exactly! That was exactly my face,” he continues outwardly unfazed but deeply amused by her reaction. “I didn’t want to hear my sister doing the nasty either.”

Uncle Peter!” they chorus from everywhere.

“Okay, okay. You’re such an overdramatic child…” He sighs as if put upon. “But back to your mother being a bitch and that being a fantastic thing.”

“Yes, please.”

“Your mother nearly broke the pack apart once.”

“What?!”

“What you just heard,” Peter nods. “A bit of back story for you first so you can understand what happened better. Before your mother was made the alpha, the Hales were a very traditional matriarchal family. Children were always had at least in groups of three and power would be always passed to the oldest daughter. If the main family didn’t manage to spawn one, they would lose the right of leadership and it would shift to the line that had the currently oldest daughter. As you can guess, that was the ground of very entertaining familial situations,” he adds dryly.

“Why always at least three?”

“The oldest daughter for the alpha and of the two remaining, the oldest would be the right hand and the youngest the left hand.” At her incredulous look he nods. “Yeah, I know. In your case, Laura would have been the alpha, Derek the right hand and you the left hand.”

“That’s just-”

“I know,” he nods chagrined. “Not only that didn’t let anyone choose what they wanted to be, but it also disregarded that one person may be completely unsuitable for the job.”

“That’s so stupid.”

“Also, to put it bluntly, being the left hand was the worst thing that could happen to anyone. Invariably, they got pushed to the fringes of the pack and had to do all the dirty work behind the scenes and at the same time endure being looked down for it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Exactly,” he agrees. “They had a system where the current holder of each position would teach the next one and in their eyes, that was more than enough. In reality it only served to drive the next generation apart just as much as the current one was.” Peter sighs remembering. “To make a story short, your uncle Daniel was too hot tempered and impulsive to be the right hand, your mother was too self-centred to be the alpha and I was too bitter and drawn to be the left hand by the end of the training period. None of us wanted to be any of those either. Do you know what your grandparents said?” She shakes her head in answer. “That she might be too soft to be the alpha.”

“Mom?!”

“Your mother was many things back then, love, but soft wasn’t one of them. In any case, she did a complete turn over into becoming the perfect daughter and alpha candidate. One neither Daniel nor I liked one bit.” Peter swallows remembering. “And if I didn’t want to become the left hand of the Talia from before, you can bet that I wanted to become that to that Talia even less. By then the rest of the family had caught wind of what was happening and demanded a trial period of a month before she was approved and Talia agreed to it.” Peter remembers that very night clearly even after so much time has gone by. He remembers her sneaking into his room at night and reaching to scent him with a softly whispered trust me, please. “It was one of the worst times I’ve ever had but I endured it and so did Daniel.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it have been better if some one else got the job? None of you wanted it, right?”

“Believe me, if you’d had more contact with your granduncles you wouldn’t be saying that.”

“That bad?”

“Worse,” Peter says plainly. “Needless to say, she became the alpha in the end. But here comes the good stuff. By tradition, she should have chosen Daniel and I right then, but she didn’t. She chose your father instead, the most level headed and calm person I’ve ever met. It couldn’t be a more perfect choice even if she tried.” Peter grins remembering the mayhem. “Then she refused to choose a left hand and your grandmother and your granduncle Joshua very nearly had an apoplexy just then. It was glorious. Your uncle Daniel and your granduncle Estephan couldn’t stop cackling and let me tell you, I never saw him even smile when he was training me.” Peter smiles sadly rememberring the so brilliant and so tired man. “But, wait, it got even better. They all tried to stage a mutiny just then and she roared them into submission with so much ease it was ridiculous. When one of our cousins tried to push it and called her everything under the sun, she punched him and sent him rolling a few feet. Her bitch please face was a thing of beauty and I chose right then to be her left hand.”

“After all her troubles!”

“It was never a matter of capacity in my case love, but of willingness,” he corrects her simply. “But anyways, to wrap this up, your mother chose to be a bitch, to stand for what she believed on and not feel sorry about it. You can bet your ass that she would have high-fived you too today if she could have.”

“Really?”

“Really. But Cora, dear, the left hand still left in me is cringing at the execution. Next time be more subtle and don’t get caught.”

“I knew he’d never admit a girl punched him, though. He’s one of those macho guys.”

“Ok, I’ll admit that then,” Peter hums handing her a Mars bar. She grins happily. “But those types do crumble under the right pressure, you know. One push from their mothers and they’ll sing.”

“True. What do you suggest then?”

Peter does get called because of that punch. He talks his way out of trouble and not only Cora doesn’t get punished, but he gets the boy suspended for a week for harassment, with his own parents fully endorsing the punishment.

(Yes, Peter is that good.)

(He may have inadvertently created a monster, though.)

Unsurprisingly, Derek waits to seek him out until the house is empty because Laura is working and, as if sensing something was up, Cora has made herself scarce. He’s not crying, but he smells miserable, tired and sad. He hovers on the doorway for some time before making his way in. He has Cora’s unicorn clutched tightly between his arms when he finally takes a seat, which proves completely she knew something was up. He keeps silent for so long that, for a moment, Peter is sure this is one of those times when Derek doesn’t actually want to talk and just needs the company.

“If I hadn’t- If I-”

“It would still have happened. She would have tried Cora next and, if that had failed she would have found another way.”

“But it was me. I was so stupid! How could I not notice!”

“Hmm,” Peter hums, outwardly calm in the face of the storm even though he wants to find a way to revive both of those psychos so he can torture them back to death. “So if right now something about a child being abused appeared on the news you’d think them weak? And if it was of a child being raped?”

“I- No!”

“Then what is it that makes you different?”

“I wasn’t a child!”

“Weren’t you? So you think fourteen year olds aren’t children? So if you heard news of a teacher being arrested for having sex or a relationship with a fourteen year old you would think what happened is their fault? For being gullible? Or would you think that the teacher is to blame?”

“I- It’s not- It’s not the same!”

“Why? What makes you different? Being a werewolf? You think being a werewolf changes much hormonally or neurologically speaking?”

“I should have known,” Derek whispers quietly.

“She was really good, Derek, and you weren’t the first she did this to. There were other kids before. Do you think they are to blame?”

Derek doesn’t answer. He just swallows and then cries silently.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek begins to open up. So slowly, in fact, that for a while Peter thinks that he flubbed up with his approach when they talked. But, after a while, he starts noticing little changes here and there and he can finally breathe easier.

Time passes. Despite some hiccups, the kids look healthier, happier and more motivated. Laura loves baking and is talking about enrolling into a school to get a title; Derek has been thinking about studying psychology to become a counsellor; Cora’s grades have shot up and she’s thinking about trying different clubs to see what she likes.

On one rare alone night, Peter gets out a bottle of fine whisky and silently toasts Talia, who in her final moments chose to issue another big fuck you to the stupid Hale traditions and shot the matriarchal system to hell. Then he forces himself to remember both the good and the bad of those gone and then to let go.

At a month to make a year after he woke up, the kids stage an intervention against Peter.

“I didn’t stop working so that you could work yourself to an early grave, uncle Peter,” Laura scolds him frowning. She looks so much like Talia that for a second Peter expects her to take both of her shoes off to practice her accuracy with his head. Since unlike her mother Laura does have a good aim, this could only end badly for him.

“I could up my hours again?” Derek adds softly, which is arguably worse that Laura’s promise of physical violence and Peter inwardly cringes. “I’m sure Stiles would appreciate it? Cake Wars is coming up, after all.”

“Cake Wars?” Peter asks, confused. He now knows the meaning of R&R -Rebel’s Respite, in a homage to Star Wars, but because of copyright reasons he used that acronym in the registration form. Apparently he continuously makes a pun about how by doing that he’s rebelling against the copyright Imperium. Peter hasn’t met the man yet, even after all this time, but he doesn’t really need to to know he’s a complete dork- courtesy of Laura, but this is a term he has never heard before.

“No no no no no,” Laura intervenes hastily before the distraction can work. “No changing the topic.”

“Nice try, though, uncle Peter,” Cora says smirking.

Peter narrows his eyes at her with a clear a don’t you dare sass me, young lady, I taught you everything you know and she smirks even more. Ah damn, he did create a monster, after all.

He sighs resignedly.

Over the next week, Peter reduces his hours drastically. He’s been trying to save enough money to make a good savings account for each of the kids for any emergency or situation that may arise, but he figures that he has managed to put in a good enough amount by now and that he can take it easy for now.

He lets himself be convinced to go to Disneyland the last two weeks of summer vacation. It’s simultaneously one of the worst and the best things he has done in a while.

Cake Wars (again, the name is a bad Star Wars pun, why is Peter not surprised?) is a benefit contest that Stiles organizes every year ever since he opened his shop. Peter learns all about it while Laura pushes him towards the entrance. As they pass by, Peter notices a line that goes around the building and then extends until the street ends. Even the police is there, keeping an eye on the proceedings, and Peter vaguely wonders how Stiles feels about his late dad’s department’s presence.

Whatever he was expecting about the man, it doesn’t even get close to what he actually finds. Lean framed, with tousled brown hair and almond shaped amber eyes, Stiles is a ball of energy that never stops moving. He’s wearing a black chef uniform with an apron with a Darth Baker emblazoned on it. He’s also waving around what Peter knows to be lightsaber salt and sugar shakers and he hasn’t stopped grining even for a second since they got here.

When he spots them, he solemnly passes the lightsabers to a kid that looks scared shitless (Liam, Peter’s mind provides) and then leaves him to the wolves in favour of approaching them.

(Oh, if Peter didn’t like him already because of how much he helps his kids, he would now.)

“Laura! Mrs. Whittemore says she wants to challenge your pistachio panacotta, can you believe that?”

“Whaaaat???” she exclaims before becoming a woman on in a mission and abandoning Peter behind.

“I don’t think Mrs. Whittemore is actually here for the benefit,” he confides in Derek, who just rolls his eyes in unison with Cora, prompting a wider smile from Stiles. “I think she still hasn’t gotten over her crushing defeat last year so she’s trying a weaker” he makes quotation marks with his hands, “opponent. Your sister is gonna eat her alive,” he laughs, prompting another round of snickers out of them.

“Where do you need us, Stiles?” Derek finally asks looking at the chaos around.

“Unless you prefer to go to help Kira and Mason at the counter, go to the back with Erica and Boyd, will you?” Peter spots immediately how his nephew relaxes at not having to face the crowd dead-on. He’s pretty sure that Stiles offered him an out on purpose. “And you, awesome ninja knight,” he says turning towards a preening Cora and nodding towards Liam, “go help the damsel in distress before he gets eaten by the dragons, ok? Oh, and if you spot Scott along the way, try to put a leash on him and get him to the counter again. I swear, he’s like a puppy, he gets distracted with everything and suddenly I don’t even know where he is.”

“I heard that!” someone shouts from behind, prompting a snicker out of Derek and a smirk out of Cora.

“You were supposed to!” Stiles shouts back without even turning. “Don’t think I didn’t see you filching those lemon bars!”

“Lies and slander!”

“You still have the crumbs all over your face, you pig!”

“Oops!” a man eeps as he passes them by in the direction of the counter and Stiles rolls his eyes fondly.

“You must be the elusive Peter Hale,” he greets turning towards him and reaching for a handshake. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Same here,” Peter answers warmly.

“So, I heard that you’re a really good lawyer?”

“Yes?”

“Good, because Laura looks about ten seconds away from murdering Mrs. Whittemore and about just five from castrating her son, and since Mr. Whittemore is the district attorney she’s gonna need a really good one.”

“That’s insulting, you know?” Peter answers very seriously, with both eyebrows sky high. “As if my children would be stupid enough to get caught. I taught them better than that.”

For a moment, Stiles looks surprised. Then his whole face lights up and he grins delighted. “Ohhh, I like you. I hope you know that I’m never letting you go now,” he exclaims happily.

“FYI: the Stiles package includes a very high content of sweets, wit, sarcasm and dorkiness seasoned with a generous amount of clumsinness and nerdery. Also, when he says he’s not letting you go, he means it,” a teen pipes as he passes them and Stiles flips him the finger as the tips of his ears go red.

Peter can’t help himself and laughs, utterly charmed.

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Hi, could you do a fic where Spideypool are a secretly married couple and have to hide the fact from citizens /enemies when they are dp&sp ?

It’s been so long, and the reason is, I GOT INTO UNIVERsITY!! Yay!! I’m gonna try and pump some of these out, but yay!!

Peter stumbled into the Avengers building, coffee cup in hand, barely awake.  Tony had called him in extra early, which was unsurprising. Ever since he had started working for stark industries, he was called in either for work business, or superhero business. Tony was the only one who knew about his double life, so it was touch and go when he walked into the building.
Peter let himself in, punching in the code to the lab tiredly.  He froze when he saw the Avengers standing around tensely. He clutched his cup to his chest and resisted the urge to pull down the mask he knew wasn’t there. They all paused in their conversation to stare at Peter until the silence was too awkward and he had to laugh nervously.
“Peter,” Tony said, waving his hand at him to come into the room. “We’re in the middle of something, but you can just come in and work. Just stay quiet over there, okay kid? I need that thing fixed.”
Peter nodded and swallowed down the feeling that he had made a mistake. Was he supposed to come in uniform? He sat in the corner and put his headphones in, but he could feel Natasha and Clint’s eyes boring into his back.  
Steve cleared his throat. “Okay, so we are in unanimous agreement about what we discussed?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see a few hesitant nods.  He pulled out his toolbox and started quietly working, even though he had finished this project weeks ago.  
“Good, then I guess, let’s bring him in.” He could sense a hardness in Steve’s voice that Peter recognized as dislike. He had a sinking feeling in his gut, even before the door opened and Wade’s familiar voice.
“Hi, team! I brought snacks!” Peter turned to see the bright leather of Wade’s Deadpool suit, and groaned a bit, pushing himself into the corner more. Wade hadn’t spotted him yet, but he knew his situation would be a hundred times more embarrassing when he did.
“Okay, listen pal, just because your working with us doesn’t make you part of our team,” Clint grumbled
Wade stepped forward and laughed obnoxiously. “Gee, that’s rich coming from you, cupid.”
Peter felt himself involuntarily tense. Clint was an okay guy, but he and Wade were not on good terms. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell Clint to keep his bitter remarks to himself, but Natasha beat him to it.
“Boy’s please, your making our guest uncomfortable.” He felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Oh god. Peter shrunk into himself as Natasha gave him a look, and recognition flicked across Wade like a light globe.
“Oh, this is just too good!” He laughed clapping his hands together and rubbing them cunningly as he walked around the table to stand by Peter’s hip. Peter glanced at him, trying to give Wade his best warning look, but as per usual, it had no effect.
“Where are my manners? I’m the Deadpool of your dreams. And you are the handsome beauty of my dreams. I’m digging this nerdy college boy look baby! It’s really turning my floppy drive into a hard disk if you know what I mean!”  

Peter felt embarrassment crawl up his neck as Wade regarded him. The room paused again and Steve piped up.  

“I’m not quite sure what that means but please, let’s get to the issue at hand, and leave Tony’s employee’s out of it.”
“Why Captain of course, but there’s nothing I’d like more to have my hand on Tony’s employee. Peter, is it?” Wade leaned down to speak to Peter, tiptoeing his gloved fingers across the desk.  
Peter sighed. Wade absolutely loved doing this, pretending that they didn’t know each other. He liked having a special secret all to himself.  
“Don’t worry baby boy, I know that you already know me. I’m like, big news now or whatever.”
Peter felt the corner of his mouth twitch up.  He turned back to his table, as they started discussing “important” things that they needed Wade for.  
Wade wasn’t listening, even though Peter was. Wade was too busy smiling at Peter and watching him tinker around with scraps.  
Once the meeting was over (Peter assumed it was over, because Bruce had stormed out, and Thor was now trying figure out how to eat the doughnuts Wade had brought) Wade turned back to him with a cheeky grin.
“So baby, now that all that stuffy business is over, howsabout we go out for some grub! As you can see by the god currently stuffing his face, I have great food taste. I’d love to take you out and treat you well, baby.”
Peter smiled looking at him and lowering his voice. “I thought I was cooking tonight? I bought ingredients yesterday.”
“They’ll stay good for one more night Petey, let’s eat out tonight! Now that you’ve got a high-tech job, I think we should celebrate!”
Peter snorted and set down his screwdriver. “We can’t go out, Aunt May is visiting tomorrow remember? The house is a total mess hun.”
Wade pouted and tugged on Peter’s sleeve like he did when he was trying to get his own way. Even after a couple of years, Peter still couldn’t resist it.
“Fine, if you go home right now, and vacuum, we can go out for dinner.” Peter leaned closer and dropped his voice even lower, just the way he knew Wade liked. “And then we can get cozy in bed with dessert and watch the next episode of whatever show you want.”
Wade moaned and wrapped his arms around Peter’s shoulders whispering into his ear “This is why I married you.”
Peter made a mock-offended sound. “Wade, I married you. Now go vacuum, please.”

Wade was standing on the sidelines, next to the one and only Captain America, ogling at his husband’s ass in tight spandex. No matter how many times he woke up next to Peter, his sweet ass still blew Wade away.
“Good god, that is a sweet goddamn ass. Oh, bless.” He watched as Peter flipped in and out of buildings, being the first part of their four-part attack plan against some bad guy. Wade wasn’t really listening, he was only there to make sure Peter was safe, and to watch his amazing body.  
Steve looked back at him with a frown. Wade rolled his eyes.
“C'mon Cap! I know you’re all about righteousness and whatever, but don’t tell me you don’t sometimes have a peek! It’s natural man, every red-blooded male does it yo!”
Wade ignored the skeptical look the hero gave him and clapped him on the back. “Nothing is as good as Spidey’s ass, though, by god. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I doubt I ever will.”
Steve looked uncomfortable, shifting his shield in his hand.  
“I don’t appreciate that kind of crude conversation. Aren’t you…married.”
“Oh yeah! I’m so married! Married hard!” Wade ripped off his glove and showed his ring for emphasis. Peter and Wade had bought it together, and for once, looking down at his rumpled skin actually made him feel proud. The gold nestled there reminded him of Peter’s vows, of his promises to love and cherish him, every part of him, even the parts that Wade didn’t like.  
The memory made Wade’s heart squeeze and made him smile goofily. When he looked back up, Cap was giving him an incredibly strange look. Wade didn’t really care.  
Peter landed on the wall next to wades head, signaling the second phase of their plan. Cap sprung into action, diving into the battle as Wade moved over to scrape his husband off the wall.  
Peter laughed, swinging around him before noticing his bare hand.

“What’s this then?” Peter challenged with a smile. “A wedding ring? We’ve been rendezvousing this whole time and you’re married? I can’t believe it.”
“Yes, it’s true. I’m married to the most beautiful, funny and smart man in all the world! He has the most bangin’ bod, well, second only to you.”  
Peter snickered, taking the moment alone to twine his fingers with Wade’s and play with the ring.  
“He sounds like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“He will be tonight. I’m making pasta.”
Peter laughed, patting his head as Wade put his glove back on. “Well, I’m jealous. And busy. If we keep trapezing like this we are going to get found out.”
“I like how taboo this is baby.” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows, “What do you say, after this, do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more private? We can have a bath together? There will be wine and Ben and Jerry’s.”
Peter smiled, placing a chaste kiss on Wade’s mouth before climbing up the wall. “Sweetie, you had me at bath.”  

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8. “We accidentally got married in Vegas, oops” 


“We should get married.” 

You nearly choked on your sandwich as Peter walked into the room, nonchalantly. He eyed you carefully while you scrambled for your water to wash down the offending piece of bread. It didn’t go down easy, as you’d decided to treat yourself to a bit of extra peanut butter today, but after a few gulps, you emerged victorious. 

“Excuse me?” 

“We should get married,” Peter shrugged, now facing the cassette player you’d set up for him. He fumbled around with the controls a bit, cursing when he couldn’t get the fast forward to stop at the proper time. He gave up after a while, and just let the last 45 seconds or so of O-O-H Child to play out, leading into Hooked On A Feeling.  

“Its been a year and you just recently let me start leaving a toothbrush on your ship. Now you want to get married?”

“Where I come from, toothbrushes are a sign of eternal love,” he replied as he dug around the kitchen for food. His entire body moved to the rhythm of the music. 

“You come from two towns over, and I’m pretty sure that’s not what it means.”

“I mean space. There are customs that you aren’t familiar with.”

“Stop using space as an excuse for every time you act like an idiot. Why do you want to get married?” 

Peter drummed his fingers against his side. “Because I love you?” 

“Try again.”

“You know, here I am trying to propose and you’re shooting me down. Do you not want to get married?”

“No. I do. But any time I even slightly mention that, you get all panicky and change the subject,” you paused, “Yesterday! You even did it yesterday! Remember? I was–”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Peter held his hands up in surrender. “You can’t freak out. If you freak out then…then I don’t know. Something bad,” he ran his fingers through his hair nervously and continued when you didn’t speak. “Remember like two weeks after we met, you took me on that trip? You know, to show me what I’ve been missing out on since I left Earth?” 

“Yes,” you replied slowly. 

“And remember when we did Vegas? You won all that money playing Blackjack and we celebrated with like…so much alcohol and we got really drunk and we had sex in the back of that limo–which, come to think of it was the first time we had sex and–”

“Peter. Focus.”

“Right, right,” he smiled sheepishly. “Well we got drunk. Really drunk. And actually you were way drunker than me because you can’t hold your liquor–”

“Peter!”

His mouth snapped shut and he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing in defeat. “We accidentally got married in Vegas, oops.”

You stared at him blankly. “What…?”

He pulled two rings out of his pocket and tossed them on the table before you. They were cheap looking. His was gold, though the paint was chipping off to reveal an ugly brown color underneath. Yours had a comically large faux diamond on it; something that looked like it could be found in a child’s dress-up jewelry box. 

“We got married. We’ve been married. We’re married. You were still blacked out the next morning. I hid everything. It was a panic move.” 

You tilted your head to the side. It should have been a lot of information to take in, but you were surprisingly okay with the whole thing. This definitely wasn’t the first time that you’d imagined your name with his behind it. Sure, you were irritated that he’d kept such a big secret from you, but in a way, it was sort of romantic. Or maybe you were just being stupid. It wouldn’t be surprising. You had, after all, apparently picked out that god awful ring. 

It sparkled in the light–as much as cheap plastic could–and you smiled. 

“I’ll only forgive you if you give me a proper proposal and a proper wedding.”

“Deal,” Peter said quickly in a breath of relief, and got down on one knee. He looked up at you and mirrored your smile. Perhaps this accident wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.

Imagine #17 Peter Maximoff (Request)

Requested by @fragcc: Could you do a Peter x human reader? Like, they’d meet at library and become good friends bc they like the same stuff and then after some time they’d start dating and he’d confess to her that he’s a mutant but she doesn’t care bc it’s her love… =]

Originally posted by ahs-imagines

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Words: 2263

Warnings: typos, fem!reader (though not necessarily, I think, I’m just not sure), SWEARS

A/N: So, I was in a really no-cheesy mood when I wrote this, I hope, y’all like it anyway! xoxo

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you muttered under your breath as your eyes fell on the empty space in the shelf, where your favourite book was supposed to be. Some idiot had been hogging it for the past two months and you had been counting the days until you would finally be able to read it again – for about the 56th time. And now here you were, on the day it was supposed to be back, in front of the shelf where it was supposed to be, and yet… Right at that moment, your glare could have killed a man.

And yes, you could have just bought a copy of your own, but that wasn’t, what this was about, you insisted. This was about order, structure. You wanted this copy and you wanted it now.

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It been what felt to you like a month since you and Peter had shared true love’s kiss and it honestly felt like you were living happily ever after.

You two still argued about silly things like how the boys should be trained and who should have what chore for the week, but you loved each other.

This morning you had been stirred in your sleep by something digging into your hip.

‘Mmm…Peter.’ you groaned sleepily as you threw your arm back and hit him on the arm.

‘What is it?’ he said groggily as he sat up a bit.

‘You left your dagger in the bed again, its digging into my hip, move it.’ you said, still keeping your eyes closed.

You couldn’t see Peter turn and see his dagger on the nightstand then look down at how he was spooning you.

‘I hate to break it to you love, but it’s not the dagger you think it is.’ he says.

Immediately you realize what he was saying and you jerk as you look back and see how he was pressed against you.

You immediately scramble out of the bed, landing on your ass.

Peter chuckled as you stood up.

‘Get back in the bed Love.’ he smiled.

‘But you’re…’ you blushed.

‘I’m hard? Yes I am, and I would love to “take care of it” with you, but you aren’t ready so I’ll just leave it alone.’ He said as he reached for your hand and pulled you back onto the bed so you were sitting beside him.

‘I’m sorry if I, or my body, made you uncomfortable just now.’ Peter said before he kissed your temple.

‘It’s OK, it’s not your fault.’ You sighed as you calmed yourself.

‘If anything, it’s my dream’s fault…which you were the object of.’ he whispered the last part.

‘So it’s my fault?’ you smiled.

‘Who else is would I be dreaming about while I’m sleeping next to my beautiful wife?’ he flattered.

‘Look at you Mr. Smooth.’ you teased.

You looked out the window and saw the sun was beginning to rise.

‘Well your body clock woke us up on time anyway, wanna get a start on the day?’ you asked.

‘I actually did kind of want to…take care of my problem, alone.’ he grinned.

‘Oh.’ you blushed.

‘Yeah and I was kind of hoping you could-‘ he started to ask.

‘Peter I thought you said you wouldn’t push.’ you said.

‘I’m not asking you to do anything but, I wanted to know if… bloody hell, we’re married and I’m acting nervous.’ Peter groaned.

‘What is it Peter?’ you asked.

‘I wanted to see you…intimately.’ he mumbled.

‘Like naked?’ you asked in shock.

‘Not fully, but yeah.’ he answered.

You thought it over, you had never showed your naked self to anyone other than a doctor, but this was your husband. You were married, and even though you still weren’t ready for sex, you wanted to please Peter the best you could.

‘Um…what did you wanna see?’ you asked, looking down at your hands fearing if you looked up you’d chicken out.

‘Are you sure (Y/N)? You really don’t have to.’ Peter said as he took your hands in his own.

‘I want to do it for you.’ you said truthfully as you looked up at him.

‘So what part did you want me to show you?’ you asked again.

‘Um…your chest?’ he said, well really he asked more than said.

‘OK.’  You took a deep breath and reached for the hem of your night shirt and quickly you thought “just like a band aid” and pulled the shirt off.

You never slept with a bra or pants on, just like Peter never slept in anything other than boxers. It was only after you had thrown the shirt down that you realized you and Peter were now half naked in bed together.

Peter’s eyes were on the prize, just zeroed in on your boobs, and your eyes had wondered over his body. It had been a while since you really taken in how nice his body was.

‘Gorgeous.’ Peter breathed huskily.

You looked up at his face and saw he was biting his lip and his pupils were dilated, he was turned on…you were turning him on.

And judging by how fast your heart is beating and the completely new sensation between your legs you think he was turning you on too.

‘You can…feel them if you want to.’ you said quietly in full tomato face mode.

Peter’s eyes shot up to meet yours and you could just tell how much he wanted to take your offer, but still like a good husband he asked if you were sure.

‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to for my sake.’ Peter said, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest.

‘I want to Peter, I really want to.’ you assured.

Peter pulled you closer to him and laid you down so that he was on top of you, using his arms to support his weight.

Slowly and teasingly he slid his hand up your side to your breast and started kissing your neck..

Sure you it didn’t have screaming (you were definitely moaning though), but it felt nice…kinda naughty.

You felt like you probably looked like a damn mannequin, just laying there, so you began running you hands literally all over his perfect torso.

Somehow your hands landed in his hair and without thinking you pulled him by his hair to kiss him, noticing how he groaned when you did this.

Hello to my first ever kink.

You pulled him into a deep kiss, spreading your legs a bit so that Peter was as close as you could get him, you two were now chest to chest, basically naked and making out.

You bit his lip gently as you pulled back.

Peter rested his head on your shoulder and took a deep breath.

‘I don’t know if this is helping my problem or making it worse.’ Peter sighed.

It was then you realized that at no point doing this steamy make out session did Peter ever stop being hard. Now he was in between your legs, like right between your legs.

For a second your whole body panics and you don’t know if you should push him away or pull him closer.

You were really really enjoying this and you wanted to help Peter with his problem, but still you weren’t ready to go all the way.

‘Peter, I…want to try something.’ you whispered.