peter always had too much heart

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[[request prompt: Please do a Peter x Reader where he failed to save a citizen and goes to the Reader for tending his wounds, comfort and hugs. Kinda angsty and with drama please, hehe.]]

I need to work on requests hhhhhh

I’m literally writing this on my phone while going on a short road trip, so I apologize for any errors.

tags: on mobile sadly; I can’t do tags

**warnings: quite a bit of angst, with some fluff

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story**


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Happy Birthday

Hi! This is my second Peter fic! I came up with it this morning and it’s my birthday today, so it fits! I hope you all like it.


you To say you were excited was an understatement. Sure, you didn’t exactly have anything planned, but it was still your birthday and for that you were happy.

You spent your birthday alone in your room, simply treating yourself. You indulge yourself in face masks and hair masks, sitting in a large nightdress and lots of sitcoms.

You lay back on your bed with your hands behind your head and shut your eyes. You heard a light tap on your window.

You quickly sat up and faced your window and was face to face with the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

You heart quickened its pace and you couldn’t stop the smile from growing on your face. You opened up your window and he crawled in.

He stood in the middle of your bedroom, he peeled off his mask, revealing the curly mop of brown hair on his head.

You knew Peter’s secret for a very long time and although you did worry about him, you were incredibly proud of him and you were with him through it all.

His curly brown hair fell over his face, his cheeks were pink and his big brown eyes were wide as he stared back at you.

“Hi.” Peter spoke up, his cheeks tinted a darker shade of pink and his lips tilted up into a smile.

“H-Hi Peter.” You replied quietly. You quickly turned your gaze down to your carpeted ground. You bounced on and off the balls and heels of your feet.

There was no question about your feelings for Peter. You honestly loved him, and you had a strong feeling he felt the same. The stolen glances, the light touches.

Peter cleared his throat, snapping you out of your throats and you looked right back up at him. You noticed he was holding a medium sized box wrapped in newspaper in his hand.

“Uh, I got this for you. I know you really like to write and I know you’ve been meaning to get a journal, so I went and got you this.” He stated nervously. He handed the box to you.

You slowly tore off the newspaper, trying not to rip it too much. It revealed a brown leather journal with your name engraved in the bottom right corner. You looked up at him, he had a nervous expression on his face. You opened the front cover.

I know you’ve always wanted to write, so I got you this journal so you could write whatever you want and whenever you want. This is your chance to pour your heart out, love. So, please don’t hesitate to put yourself out there.


You didn’t hesitate to show your appreciation. You wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck and squeezed him tight. His hands immediately rested on your waist. Your heart was pounding, it was getting harder to breathe. You looked deep into his big brown eyes and decided to take a chance.

You leaned in quickly and carefully placed your lips on top of his. Peter didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his grip on your waist tightened. He kissed you back with such passion. He took one hand off of your waist to cradle your cheek, this was his way of slowing down the kiss.

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “I don’t want to go too fast with you. I want to have every part of you and I want us to go as slow as we can.” He responded with a smirk.

With that, your cheeks burned. You weren’t sure how to take that statement, but it didn’t matter to you.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you, (Y/N).” He stated quietly.

You slowly closed your eyes and smiled brightly.
“I love you too.”

You wrapped your arms around each other in a tight hug.

“Happy Birthday Love.”
I could’ve made it more fluffy, but I wasn’t exactly sure what to do near the end but I really wanted to finish it so! I hope you like it.

Secrets | 8

Summary: Peter Parker is your kind, loving boyfriend of 2 years, who also just happens to be the web slinger, Spider-Man. And even though you support what he’s doing, you can’t seem to escape the thought that Peter is getting lost in this new superhero world.

Word Count: 1151

Warnings: Language

A/N: (Written in reader’s POV; italics indicate inner monologue/thoughts.) Apologies in advance for all the feels you may endure during this part :// only 2 chapters left!! [tags are now closed for this fic]

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A New Normal

Request: This wasn’t requested but i wrote it waaaay back before i was even on tumblr so i wanted to post it. I have a part two already done if anybody wants it. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

I couldn’t breath. Her grip on my throat was to tight. I opened my eyes for a second to see my boyfriend Derek fighting against her berserkers. Kate’s grip tightened as Derek got closer to her.  

“Don’t come any closer Derek or she dies” She said almost like she was singing. This was all my fault. If i hadn’t started dating Derek all off this wouldn’t be happening. My friends would have been safe. Derek would have been safe. Kate was angry. Angry at my relationship with Derek. She wanted him and she wanted me dead.

“Let her go please Kate” Derek pleaded. His eyes never looking at me. He didn’t want to see me hurting. If i had listened and stayed home this wouldn’t have been happening. He knew something would have happened but i couldn’t stay home and do nothing while my friends were all out here fighting.

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‘We were so young’. She said. ‘We were just two crazy kids in love. Who lost each other’. He replied. ‘We were selfish, naive, thinking our love could overcome anything. That our love would be enough.’ She whispered as tears stained her now red cheeks. He watched the women he still very much so loved reminisce their youth together, he missed it, when life couldn’t touch them. Back then he believed they would end up together. As she wiped her tears she looked at the boy she loved all those years ago, and it broke her heart that life, the universe tore them apart. They both knew they would always love one another deeply, what was heartbreaking was too much history had happened between them. That the universe tore them apart to never be put back together. He smiled at her and then answered. ‘Our love was enough’. What the universe didn’t comprehend was that soulmates would always find a way back to each other, that a love like that would never die.
—  Our love was enough.//t.c
three words

guess who is Absolutely Gay and in love with this ship,

pairing: peter maximoff/kurt wagner

warnings: none?? kinda steamy make out, but not really :v 

summary: those three magical words are uttered for the first time in the 6 months they’ve been dating, and it’s all thanks to peter’s shitty impulse control

It was purely out of impulse.

The two were on a date, one of several that they had already been on, and Peter wondered - worried - if they were moving too fast.

If he was.

They’ve only been dating for half a year, after all.

They were on a walk late at night, after Peter showed him one of the finer things in life: roller skating.

It was pretty damn great.

(Nevermind the fact that he fell on his ass several times.

Kurt was surprisingly good at it, despite it having been his first time.

“I have walked on tight ropes before, this is simpler than that,” he explained, after Peter fell for the 50th time that night. Peter worried that this was boring compared to tight rope walking but, after making Kurt laugh so hard he almost choked on soda, he figured that that wasn’t the case.)

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Request- 12 and 13, the reader and Peter are dating, and reader gets taken by HYDRA and is now fighting against Peter/the avengers ( thank you @andy-winchester-67​ the request was so good )

AN- sorry I didn’t fit 12 in, but I hope you enjoy. ps this is really long.


“Ok, so meet at four and then we can go training, yeah?”

You pulled away from Peters lips, asking him, double checking. Well, more like triple checking, it was a habit to check everything as you knew you were very forgetful at the best of times, and with Peter it was even worse.

With Peter nothing else was important, everything else just seemed to melt away. Anything that had been stressing you out, any worries. He was perfect in your eyes, always there for you even when you were freaking out over some test, he’d help you revise, though usually he’d help you de stress in another way.

“Mm hmm.”

He mumbled, trying to press his lips back to yours, but you turned you head so his lips only connected with your cheek.

Peter let out a little groan at your stunt, he was in those moods where he just wanted attention, any kind whether you were playing with his hair or running your fingertips over his arm gently, making a slight massage sensation.


You pulled his arms off you, so he pulled a small pout, that he knew you couldn’t resist, but you had to this time.

“I have to get home, and you need to study.”

Falling back on his bed you had been previously sitting on, he said something that was muffled by his pillow covering his mouth. Reaching over, you pulled the pillow pecked him on the lips, making sure that you didn’t let Peter pull you in for another.

“But I don’t want you to go, I’ll miss you too much.”

It took a lot for the grin not to take over, biting your gums to stop it.

“Meet you at four, I promise.”

Walking out of Peters room, you said goodbye to Aunt May, taking a cookie she offered you. She had always like you, from the second Peter came home talking about the ‘pretty girl who sits next to me in Physics’. May took even more of a liking to you when you first met her, the way Peter looked at you made her heart melt, he looked at you as if you were his whole world.

The air was crisp when you walked outside, a typical winter afternoon in New York. You quickly wrapped the scarf, which was a gift from your grandmother, shortly before she passed away a few months ago.

The streets were mainly empty, which was quite unusual for a Saturday. Usually people would be rushing around, either running to work or trying to rush to get food. New York was always busy, but now there was only two or three people lingering around.

At first you didn’t think much of it, until the closest person raised his sleeve to his mouth, speaking to a comm. You then noticed how instantly the other two people locked their eyes on you, like a target.

You were outnumbered, and unarmed.

You had no idea who these people were, or which organisation they were working for, but they knew how you were and what you were capable of. They were on edge, you could tell by their body language. Their shoulders rolled back, to make them look bigger and more intimidating.

You couldn’t look scared now, you couldn’t let them have the upper hand, because if you showed weakness for even a slight second, then you would be the one to pay.

The closest man to you began to walk towards you, at a slow pace, but began to speed up at a rapid pace. Not exactly hiding his intentions. But then he walked past you, brushing your shoulders slightly.

Stopping in your tracks, you turned to see the man turn the corner, not looking back at you for a single second. 

It was in the moment when you let your guard down, someone wrapped a cloth around your mouth from behind. Arm wrapped around your neck, not letting you move, and forcing you to breathe the chemicals on the handkerchief.

The last thing you heard before everyone went black was a deep voice, whispering into your ear,

“Hail Hydra.”

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time thought to have no end // peter maximoff x reader

title: time thought to have no end

pairing: peter maximoff x reader

warnings: abuse mention, alchohol mention, angst, its kinda long.

tagging: @jxbilationlee @kurtwxgners @quiskcilver @quicksxlvers


The lights in the small bar flickered, a groan coming out of the bartenders mouth. He shook his head in aggravation, putting the towel he was using to wipe the counter away, leaving through the door that was located right next to the bar. Your fingers tapped on the water glass you had in your hands. You weren’t drinking, you couldn’t. Even though you felt like you needed one, you know it wouldn’t be a smart choice, seeing the situation you’re in.

You winced as voices flooded through your head, your hands whipping to your forehead, noises indicating you were in pain escaping your lips.
When your parents found out you were a mutant, they treated your horribly. They became emotionally and physically abusive, every day a horror for you. 

So, you had come to a decision. You were going to run away from home. It was the only solution.

You slowly removed your hands from your forehead, setting one on the bar, the other rubbing your temple. You wiped the tear that had fallen down your cheek away, sighing when you felt someone sit next to you. 

“A beer, please." 

You had no interest in looking at the man next to you, for all you know if you so much as glanced at him he would try to hit on you. 

You took deep breaths, biting own hard on your lip, trying not to make a scene, but the feeling was back again. The voices, the pain in your head, the goosebumps you got down your spine and the shivers you felt in your ribs, you couldn’t get rid of that damn feeling.

You had looked up the symptoms to what you were feeling, hoping to find some explanation.

The voice in your head made you shake in fear, closing your eyes tightly and turning your head to the other side of you. The only things you got when you looked it up was mutation. You never thought you could be a mutant, you just, you just couldn’t.

But you were.

When you did more research on it, you found something out, what you had. You were a necromancer. 

"You alright?” The man next to you spoke, and you whipped your head around to look at him. The boy had silver hair and beautiful brown eyes, a sympathetic look on his face. He was rather handsome.

“Yeah-yeah! I’m fine.” You lied, fumbling with your fingers, a fake smile plastered on your face. He nodded hesitantly, holding his hand out. “I’m Peter." 

You looked him up and down before you shook his hand, raising your brow.


You told Peter the story this day, two days after you met him. He was the only person there, the only person you felt comfortable with. 

The raindrops poured on the tops of houses, laughs escaping you and Peter’s lips as you ran through the rain, your hands intertwined. You stopped as you reached Peter’s house, where you were staying. You stopped laughing for a moment, staring up at Peter. 

A small smile was on his face, his head tilted to the side like a puppy. You smiled, pulling him in for a quick hug. Once you pulled away, he looked at you with a confused expression. "What was that for?” He chuckled.

You rested your forehead on his, the side of your lips curling into a smile. “For being the nicest guy in the world.”

Those eight words made Peter’s heart flutter, the biggest, dopiest grin spreading on his face, His hand rubbed circles on your cheek, pulling you closer.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” His words were soft, serious. You nodded slowly, watching him as his face inched closer shyly, closing the space between you two for a kiss.


Have you seen me?

The poster crumpled in your hands, falling into the trash bin next to you. "I can’t believe those damned jerks are looking for me.” You hissed, your arms crossed against your chest. Peter merely shrugged. “I dunno. They were idiots to treat you like that, but I can see why they’re looking for you. Doesn’t mean you should go back to them, though. That would be stupid.” He pointed out, causing you to chuckle.

“Don’t even dare think about me leaving, ‘cause I won’t.”

If only that were true.


Almost a year.

You had been with Peter for almost a year.

The posters started appearing everywhere. You couldn’t go out, not knowing someone could recognize you and call your family. You couldn’t.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, trying your best not to make a sound. Peter was sound asleep on his bed, cuddling a pillow. You let out a small laugh at the sight, a sight you would never see again.

You smiled, a tear falling on your lip, a pain in your heart. You didn’t want to leave him, but it wasn’t your choice. It was the only way.

You put the last item in your bag, standing up and walking towards the door. You turned back to Peter, biting down hard on your lip, staring at the boy. The boy you were madly in love with. 

The first time you told him you were in love with him was three months after you first kissed. A memory you would always keep in mind. 

The tears that streamed down his cheeks, the way he choked out his words.

I love you too. So much.

The thought of that made your heart ache more, but you had to do this, for his safety.

Your hand grasped the door knob, looking back at him one more time.

“Goodbye Peter.”

Have not seen the promo yet but I heard Theo says something like ‘I came for Void Stiles’?

I don’t necessarily want Stiles to go evil again, however, I do want more anger/catharsis from Stiles because he has been mistreated from the very beginning of the show; constantly being underestimated, pushed around, taking his protection/friendship for granted etc.

He never once talks about it. Not the fact that his father was once a drunk alcoholic, not when his own mother was convinced he was a killer, not when he was a ten year old child who was lonely and confused, not when he was kidnapped by a psycho granddad, not when he was being eaten up by guilt… Not even once. All this pent up anger is probably what drew the Nogitsune to him in the first place. I think Stiles’ flashbacks of his mother are so important because it really shows how Stiles has been navigating darkness from a very young age. He’s attuned to it.

I also think that Scott with his annoyingly, refreshingly innocent/naive view of the world also kept Stiles grounded in a sense. Scott is a shittily written character but we all know that Stiles loves him like a brother - I think this is also why Stiles needs his best friend. Scott tries to be good (even though his idea of goodness is horribly misconstrued and childish) and subsequently Stiles is more balanced in his closely guarded darkness.

Scott’s behavior in 5x09 is obviously hard on Stiles. I wouldn’t call this Stiles’ breaking point, because Stiles is so much stronger than that. But I do know this is going to be a turning point - sure, Stiles is going to toughen up and figure everything out and somehow fix it like he always does (from the very beginning: he figures Scott out and helps him gain control) but without Scott’s compulsive morality Stiles is going to be so much darker - everything he shoved deep down and refused to acknowledge to anything is bound to backfire. I really think Stiles is going to have some insane BAMF moments in season 5.

And can someone remind the writers of Stiles’ spark and make him basically blow up a building in his wrath. I still remember the loft scene with void stiles where he just catches Allison’s taser like it’s nothing. I need some more of that.

I repeat: Stiles has been exposed to more darkness and at a younger age than anybody on this show. This is going to come back and bite at their asses for sure and I’m just going to lay back and enjoy the beauty that is Stiles unleashing all his (very reasonable) fury on those who have wronged him.

Although that is probably only going to be Theo, because Stiles is loyal to a fault and I don’t believe he will ever ever hurt Scott one bit no matter what happens.

Also, as steter trash I want Peter to cozy up to Stiles since Scott pretty much kicked him out of the pack. Peter, who has always known Stiles’ intelligence and potential and value to a pack, who never liked Scott McCall one bit anyway, who is an opportunist at heart.

Lydia is too busy crushing on Parrish to even do proper research with Stiles (5x09 forest scene), Malia is drawing away and too wrapped up in her mysterious mother, Scott is Scott, and if you think about it Stiles has never had anybody else. Stiles, though human, is more wolf than Scott can ever be - he is fiercely protective and loyal and he values his loved ones so much that he is willing to beg for forgiveness even when he’s not the one who’s wrong. Now he’s an island. I don’t believe for one second Peter is not going to take advantage of this, at least not in my headcanon.

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“you’re just… so, so stupid.” w/ peter

“You’re just…so, so stupid!” Tears were freely dripping down your face now, and it felt like your body was on fire. Peter had come home, torn up, and at 3 AM, yet again. So you finally had lost it when he asked if you could stitch up his arm some more, since the last stitches had been sliced through from whoever he had been fighting that night. “I get it, you’re fucking Spiderman! But that doesn’t mean you get to leave me alone all the time!” You were simultaneously packing and yelling, all too much happening to even feel real. 

Peter was standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, still in his spider-suit that tony had made him a few years back. His mask was clutched tightly in his right hand as he tried to stop his heart from hurting.“C’mon, I promise this was the last night-”

“How many times have I asked you just to be home for dinner? Maybe you forgot how you said in your vows that you’d always be here for me.” Even talking about your wedding made the words burn in your throat as they came out, and Peter visibly flinched when you brought it up.

He raised his head once more, “Y/n, baby, please…”

“No, it’s done.” After zipping up the bag that was sitting on the bed in front of you, you moved toward the doorway that Peter was blocking. “Get out of my way, Peter.” You sniffled as the tears continued to fall, but he wasn’t budging. Peter dropped his mask, and quickly wrapped his arms around your upper body in a bear hug. This was his attempt at stopping you from going anywhere, and it wasn’t working. 

As soon as you were able to wiggle free of his arms, you made a break for the front door and didn’t even bother looking back. 

Fake Boyfriends Rec List

I promised to do a custom sterek rec list if we win third round of Ultimate Slash Madness Tournament. We did won and then we won the whole thing. Considering what’s going on in the fandom because of the show, mtv, Jeff Davis and many other things? It was big and epic.

You picked up 5 tropes and I have a lot of recs so you will get 5 separate rec lists. I know you love me ;)))


So here we go:


Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi                               

Summary: The one where the Hale fire never happened, Laura is a nosy sister, Derek is desperate, and Stiles is the only one that can help.

Word count: 84k                                                                           

Notes: Well, this is the classiest fake boyfriend sterek fic I know and one of the best as well. There is interesting plot, good humor, feels, awesome Laura and even mahogany. Also zosofi wrote this. If there is anyone who haven’t read this, well, what are you waiting for?

last night’s dress (tiptoe out of this mess) by hito

Summary: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

Word Count: 17k

Notes: This is one of my favorites! It’s hilarious and there are not so many good and really funny fics out there. Also papa Stilinski is the best. This is also Sheriff gets to know about the werewolves trope and Stiles just outdone himself while telling his poor dad the news :D

A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel by lupinus and uraneia

Summary: Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal.

In which Stiles is the president’s son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.

Word count: 21k

Notes: There is president son Stiles, bodyguard Derek and wedding in Vegas. Also alive and happy Hale family, lots of feels and big happy end. The only thing I would change is the length, seriously, I could read so much more of it.

Take Me Out (to the ball game) by TamrynEradani

Summary: Stiles was content to live his life without ever knowing who his soulmate was but when a leaked celebrity video leads to him knowing who his soulmate is, he has to meet the guy. He doesn’t expect to like Derek Hale, certainly doesn’t expect to fall in love with him, but Stiles thinks he and Derek might have a shot if Lydia doesn’t kill him first.

Word count: 34k

Notes: We have actor Derek here and an awesome soulmates au as well. It was a little bit different and the psychology could be better but I liked it anyway. Like seriously, actor Derek and soulmates? Nothing else matters.

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Look out to the future But it tells you nothing (Neverland Train AU)

Part 4 of the Neverland Train AU. Don’t expect Part 5 soon though. 

Neverland Train AU

Look out to the future But it tells you nothing (x)

-       Wendy ? Wendy-bird, where are you ?

The boy-king of the Neverland train gritted his teeth in irritation as he adjusted the lone cuff that remained on his wrist. The weight of his boots thumped the metal floor as he set off through the wagons, in search of the girl who agitated his once-ruthless heart. Peter Pan always felt uneasy, restless without Wendy around – he was possessive, greedy, despite the tender jolts of his heart, and he desired to have the one he had come to call his bird with him at all times.

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