peter always had too much heart

What did you say??? | A Peter Parker Imagine

Original Request: Imaginesyes said: Hello love <3 Can I have an imagine with Peter thinkings reader is outta his league even tho it’s pretty obvious reader likes him back so one day flash picks on peter about his crush but reader’s like “so? I like him too y’know?” Please and love you and have a good day bye :)

A/N I had to change it a little bit so that I had time to write it…but I still think it’s sort of cute ;)

Words: 500ish

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Originally posted by tom-holla

           Peter Parker officially hated his life.

           He was pretty sure that superheroes were supposed to be able to get any girl they wanted; Tony Stark was a prime example.

           Yet here he was, totally failing at getting her to notice him.

           “Peter, do you have the answer for number 3?” She asked quietly, leaning across your desk to look at his notes.

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|| guilty crown ||

[[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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Corner Shop Part 3 (Hints)

Summary: Peter Parker visited the popular corner shop in Queens everday. Little did he know the owner had a cute daughter.

Word Count:1946

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I hope you guys are liking this so far! New update tomorrow :)

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

You didn’t see Peter the next day, and you were worried. What he went through was unimaginable, and you couldn’t fathom the pain he endured. His reaction to your response yesterday made you feel remorseful beyond words, so you ended up venting to your dad about it last night. He assured you that Peter wasn’t mad and that the memory was just fresh in his mind, but you knew that already. You wanted your dad to scold you, tell you that you were wrong, but he reminded you that nobody was at fault. Your father had already known about Peter’s circumstance because according to him, he met Peter’s aunt and they had a long talk about it a while ago. He never told it to you because he wasn’t sure if it was necessary information for you to know, since you didn’t know him at the time.

Because Peter wasn’t around today, you stayed in the back

In his defense, Peter hadn’t intentionally missed going to your family store. His Spider-Man duties called him early. He stopped a theft and a fight within an hour. Aunt May usually had dinner prepared for him by the time he got home, so there was no point in stopping by to get food. And getting food at the corner deli was a good excuse to see you. What would be his excuse when he would walk into your father’s store without buying food? He couldn’t just go there to talk to you, that would be too obvious.  

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We Are Infinite

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (“We’ve been through everything else together. This is no different.” With Peter Parker and a super!reader? (I was thinking before the fight with the vulture?))
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mentions of Fighting, Swearing, Not Breathing???

Originally posted by van-dyne

You couldn’t remember a day where Peter hadn’t been fighting by your side. Since the day the both of you had been bitten by that radioactive spider, and then tried to keep it from each other, and then accidentally reveal it to each other, well– you could say the two of you were close. Spiderman and Spiderwoman had a bit of a ring to it, after all.

The Vulture first attacked Peter on a night where the two of you had split up. You were focusing on a robbery across the city, and Peter was stopping a weapons deal. They both seemed like easy enough missions to deal with on your own. But they apparently were not, when you were alerted through your suit, which was interconnected with Peter’s, that he wasn’t getting any oxygen.

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest. You quickly punched out the last robber and webbed them all up for the police to find before running from the store, following where your suit was directing you towards Peter’s location. You tried not to let the worry consume you when his oxygen levels returned to normal, but the temperature in his suit was dangerously low.

By the time you made it to his location––a playground next to a lake––you saw Mr. Stark there as well. You landed quietly behind one of the slides before stalking over to where Peter was sitting down, maskless, and you felt your anger increase when you saw him covered in water.

“What the fuck, Peter,” you yelled, uncaring of someone hearing you. His head turned towards you, as did the head of Iron Man, and Peter looked at you with slouched shoulders as you ripped your own mask from your head.

“Look-”

“No, no, no, there’s no looking here,” you cut him off, and you ignored Mr. Stark completely as you climbed up to stand in front of Peter. “We split up for one mission–one!–and I get a message that you’re not getting any oxygen? What the fuck!”

“Look’s like you’ve made someone worried,” you heard Mr. Stark’s voice say in a teasing tone from behind you, and you breathed deeply out of your nose to control your anger at him.

“What are you even doing here?” You asked, whipping around to face him. “I thought you were out of the country.”

The Iron Man suit tilted his head at you, and then the head opened to reveal an empty inside. You clenched your jaw. “Actually, I’m not here.”

“Fabulous,” you muttered. Peter was silent next to you, shivering slightly.

“By the way, here,” he pressed something on his arm and Peter immediately let out a groan. Your eyes widened, turning to look at him. He was rubbing his arms up and down, a content expression on his face. “Is a heater. Now, I should be going, let the couple argue it out.”

You hoped Peter couldn’t see your red cheeks as you heard the Iron Man suit fly away. The two of you stayed silent, staring at each other, as Peter continued to rub at his arms. “I’m sorry,” he broke the quiet of the night, and you breathed out harshly through your nose again.

“What happened,” you replied.

He looked away in shame, and you knew you wouldn’t like his explanation. “It was a weapons deal- we weren’t wrong about that. But they weren’t just guns or whatever; they were alien weapons, or something like them. Like the guys in that bank robbery a few weeks ago? Except there were a lot more, and they were all different,” he furrowed his eyebrows, and you bit your lip. The worry seeped into you quickly, wondering how these weapons had even come to be in the first place.

“And I tried to stop them, but they scattered, so I jumped onto the truck. And well,” he looked away from you, an embarrassed expression clouding his face. “I got pretty beat up. And then when I thought I had gotten them, some kind of– a guy in a bird suit showed up– like Falcon! But much more mechanical. And then he just lifted me up and flew, and then he released his parachute and I got all tangled up in it. Then he tossed me into the river,” Peter shook his head, and you slowly sat down next to him. Your arms barely touched, and you could feel the dampness of his suit.

“He was trying to kill me,” he said softly, nearly whispering. You leaned closer to him. “He was really trying to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, Pete,” you responded, resting your head on his shoulder. In return, he rested his atop yours. “We’ll only do this together from now on. It was a stupid idea to split up.”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. The only thing you could hear was yours and Peter’s breathing, and you listened closely to his. He was breathing. He was okay. “How did your bank robbery go?”

You smiled lightly. “Good. I left them for the police to find him.”

“Good,” he whispered in response. He stayed silent again, and you sighed.

“We’ll figure this out, Pete. We’ll find this guy and take him down,” your heart almost hurt with how much you cared for this boy. He was the closest person you had; you didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if he was no longer by your side every day.

He shook his head from on top of yours. “If he was going to kill me, then he’s going to do the same to you. I don’t-”

“Peter, we’ve been through everything else together. This is no different,” you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. “I’m not letting you do this alone.”

He sighed, tilting his head at you slightly. He slouched even more than he already was, and you frowned. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said so quietly that you barely heard him. You clenched your fists, trying to control your emotions.

“You’ve seen me get hurt a million times before, Peter. And you’re going to have to continue seeing it, because I’m not leaving your side. No matter what you do, I’ll always be here,” your heart was growing warm, and you knew you were too close to saying what you’d always wanted to.

Peter breathed out shakily from his mouth, eyes locked onto yours. “Thank you,” he said softly. “You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

He subtly reached out a hand, resting it gently over yours. You struggled to keep your breathing even as he locked his fingers between yours. You simply nodded in response, unable to form words.

You had a good idea of what it meant to him, because it meant the same amount to you.

It was infinite.

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I think I like this one!! To the person who requested this, I’m sorry that it wasn’t exactly after THE Vulture fight, but it is after one of them?? Please let me know what you guys think of this one!! Requests are open, although I might not get to them for a little while due to school :)

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Code Black

MASTERLIST - PROMPT LIST

Request : “hey! 76 and 200 for Peter please. thanks!!!”

»  “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

»  “You’re really proposing to me? For real? Now?”

   + “Prompt 25 + 198 with peter”

»  “He was unconscious when I found him”

»  “Promise me you’ll come back… I need you to promise me.”

Characters : Peter Parker x reader

Word count : ~1750

A/N : I feel like I haven’t posted in forever ! So here’s a lil request, sorry but college takes a lot of time and I can’t really write :((


He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room. You watched him, smiling. But if only you knew what was going to happen, you wouldn’t have been. Your life was going to change in a few hours, in all the possible ways.

When he came back, something had changed, he wasn’t wearing casual clothes but his spider-man suit. You frowned and sighed, understanding that he wouldn’t be able to attend your movie night.

“Again… ?” You stepped forward to take his hand, but you would have prefered it to be naked so you could feel his warm skin. “You already had so many missions this week, and it’s just thursday. Can’t someone else replace you ? I need this movie night, really…”

Peter’s hand ran through his hair and he looked directly into your eyes. He was pale, and had a few bruises on his jaw and his eyebrows from his previous fights. But nothing could stop him. “It’s more important than the others babe. The… The text said ‘code black’. Everyone’s going.”

It was your turn to become paler. The idea of Peter risking his life have always been hard, but the words “code black” seemed too much. You shook your head, Peter hearing your heart beating way faster as the seconds passed. “Don’t go..” You begged. And your lips started to shiver, and you tried your best not too cry, and you were too weak to succeed, and the tears fell, and Peter had to look away. “Just stay with me, run away ! You don’t have to do this.” Your voice was unsure, and you had trouble not to stutter. “I need you, don’t leave me.”

“Y/N !” He tried to reason you. “You know I need to go. We’re talking about billions of lives, I can’t… I can’t… I have to, don’t make it harder, please. I need you to support me, you’ve always supported me before.”

You looked away, you knew you sounded slefish, but you just couldn’t live witout this boy, he was your everything, he had been for years now. “But this is a code black, this is more than serious, you could… You could…”

He put his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them and forcing you to look in his eyes again. “Hey, Y/N, baby… You trust me, right ?”

You shrugged, your tears have stopped falling but you knew it would be a matter of time before it’d start back. Promise me you’ll come back… I need you to promise me.

There was a silence before Peter took the talk again, unsure if it was the right rhing to do. “I promise I’ll come back.” He nodded. But he knew that promise could be broken anytime soon tonight, he knew what he was getting into, and it was all about death. Of course he’d to the best he could, he didn’t want to leave you, he didn’t want you to be alone, but he didn’t know anything about the future.

You leaned in to kiss him, putting all the love you could as if it was the last time.


You were stuck in your bed, watching the news as mayne journalists were recording the fight out there, risking their lives, but not risking it as much as all the heroes protecting the city. You were afraid, not only afraid for Peter, but also afraid for you, hearing many explosions all around you, trying not to look through the window to not see dirty ruins floating in the air.

“Iron Man’s down, I repeat Iron Man’s down !” Shouted the reporter trying to avoid wreckage. You could tell there was panick in her eyes, but also in her voice. You weren’t surprise though, everyone was terrorized by the abominable giant red alien who wanted to conqueer the city. If he was green, he could have been mistaken for Godzilla, but that would have mean the situation was risible, and it surely was not.

The city was being crashed by both the villains and the heroes, many lives have already been saved but a lot have been taken. It was war, and during war, there was no way not having loss. If Tony Stark was a part of that loss, then how Peter would he end up ? A new tear fell on your cheak and you pulled one of his sweater you carried with you since he left closer to you.

And suddenly the TV wasn’t the only sound in the apartment. Glass. Broken glass. A shout got off your throat. That was it, they were there, the aliens were there.

“Y/N ! Y/N !” Someone called your name.Well, not a someone, nor an alien. Peter. It was Peter. You got up faster than you’ve ever had before and ran to the kitchen, where your super-heroe just got the window broken to get in easier.

He was seriously injured, he had blood everywhere on his face, small and huge wounds, his suit was ripped and you noticed he was limping. How much he might suffer didn’t stop you to jump onto his arms. He was alive. “Peter I was so scared ! They… They said Tony is… He is…”

Peter didn’t let you the chance to finish your phrase, he leaned in to kiss you, and you didn’t mind the taste of iron the blood on his lips had, all you cared about was the fact he was alive, still able to kiss you, or love you, or just breathe.

“Marry me.” He whispered taking his breathe back, his swollen eyes injected of blood looking right through yours which widened. Marry me. Those words got your head spinning. You and Peter had already talked about marriage, but you were both 21 and he said it was too soon. You never understood that, because for you it only meant he didn’t think his life would end with you. “Y/N ?” He called your name, you have maybe be thinking for too long.

But this was definitely not something you could not think about at the moment. How dared he ? “Really ? Really Peter ? You’re really proposing to me? For real? Now?” You shook your head, it felt… So selfish from him, he had always say no, he had always refused to. “Why ?!” You shouted with a thrilling voice meanwhile tears were now flooding your face. “You always said we were too young, why are you doing this to me, why now ? You told me you didn’t want to, you told me it wasn’t a good idea ! You-”

“Y/N !” He shouted back, wanting you to stop talking. Which you did after hearing his tense voice. “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.” Your eyes widened and you were too shocked now to keep crying. Your hand hit his chest and Peter coughed, he was already badly injured and it didn’t help him.

“Stop talking like this !” You screamed. Dead. This word got your heart to stop beating. Dead. He couldn’t. “You promised me you’d come back, fucking alive Peter, fucking A-LIVE !”

He grabbed your wrists in his fists and shook his head. “Y/N ! Be my fiancée. Please I need to go back there now, I can’t stay. So tell me you’ll marry me, tell me you’ll carry my children and help me eat when I won’t be able to do it myself because I’d be too old. Tell me you’ll be mine forever and never get away. Please, please Y/N I need your answer, will you forgive all my bad behaviours and marry me ?”

His fingers left your wrists and got up right to your cheeks, grabbing your jaw. He was waiting, again, for your answer. And the only reason you took your time to answer wasn’t because you were confused anymore, but because you felt like he’d leave just after you would have said him, and you didn’t want him too, you needed the time to stop, to live in this exact moment forever. His fingers put more pressure on your bones, hurrying you to respond. “Y-yes…” You looked away. And his lips crushed on yours again, for a more passionate but rushing kiss.

And without a word he left you, and the only thing you could do was watching him getting out through the now broken window. Another promise. A good one, and you didn’t even fell good about it.


Crying was tiring, and it wasn’t a surprise you have felt asleep with all the crying you have had. It appeared Tony wasn’t dead, he had only been beaten up at a point he couldn’t get up and he had been taken to the hospital, but not everyone got his chance. You heard Clint Barton, a former agent of the S.H.I.E.L.D had left, like the one and only Captain America whose loss got the country in mourning, and some others you didn’t even know about.

But no news from him, you have felt asleep and he was still alive, still fighting to save as many lives as possible, and especially yours. He was a hero, your hero. No. Your fiancé.

Your phone started ringing and that was what woke you up in a leap full of surprise. You grabbed your phone and immediately picked up with a sleepy but caring voice. “Peter ?!” There was a silence, your nose wrinkled. Peter… “Hello ?”

He was unconscious when I found him.” This was not Peter, this was definitely not Peter. It was Sam, one of his co-worker, well when the didn’t fight one against the other in fact.

“What… What are you talking about ?” Your voice was as shaing as your lips, and even all of your body. But you knew what he was talking about, he was talking about him. He was unconscious. “N-No… You… How-how is he now ? Sam where is he, I gotta see him, I got… I gotta see him !” Yyou got up but the whole world seemed to spin way faster than it usually was, and you fell on the ground with your eyes so full of sadness you couldn’t see anything.

But you heard one last thing, guessing your phone had fallen not far from you. The impact had put the call on speaker, and the voice echoed in the small bedroom.

“I’m sorry. It’s too late.”

But he had promised.

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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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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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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.

Fluff
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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.

(Y/N),
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.

Peter.

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.”
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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.

anonymous asked:

Sirius black drabble. #69, 56, 18. Please!

Ah took a while but we got there my apologies if this is shit. 

69. We need to talk, 56. I’m late, 18. What’s the matter sweetie?

Body trembling, tears spilling from your eyes falling down your cheeks landing at your lips as you could taste the salt of your sadness. Though, it wasn’t so much sadness, as it was fear. When your fingers raked through your hair they trembled gripping with all the strength you could as you pulled. The intent was not to pull hair out, you just needed something to hold on to, but no grip you could muster seemed strong enough. But you knew, you would have to face him. You had called him here about 15 minutes ago and he would be here any second now, your love, the one you had to tell more than anyone. Blowing your nose and wiping the tears from your cheeks you looked in the mirror met with red eyes and quivering lips.

A knock at the door and a heavy inhale you headed to the front door. Both so young, and you were sure you were about to ruin his life. You had finished school sure, but was he ready for this? Were you even ready for this? Opening the door the handsome smile of the beautiful man in front of you fell immediately as his eyes met yours pulling you into his strong arms bound in a black biker jacket “Beautiful girl what happened?” he whispered hand resting on the back of your head as you rested on his shoulder his nose ending up tucked in your hair. He had always called you beautiful girl, even as you were friends, before your relationship had started. It had always caused James and Peter to tease and Remus to subdue into giggles as they spoke of how he felt for you but you hadn’t believed them. They joked too much and you didn’t want to get your heart broken simply because a few of your idiot guy friends had told you that your best friend Sirius Black swooned for you (shameless plug wink wink) but when he had asked you one night to the astronomy tower and you agreed expecting to show up and see the boys but met only with him, your beliefs changed. Soon you were a couple and now 2 years later, you stood here in his arms at your own front door. “We need to talk…” you whispered in a shallow voice as you watched fear trace over his eyes.

Dragging him to your bedroom you sat him down placing his hands on his lap, your own hands feeling his strength, a brush of denim and warmth. “What’s the matter sweetie?” Sirius asked gently and you could hear his worry setting a place in his words as he tried to remain calm but fearing the worst. The ball in your throat built at his question trying to hold down tears from spilling as they had all morning. Trying to find words your teeth only found comfort in their tug on your lip Sirius’ hands climbing over your shorts clad thighs to hold your hands. You teetered around for a while not being able to stand straight with the amount of panic you were under, you wanted to sit, but you couldn’t. Until you were pulled down to his lap one hand gripping both of your hands while his free one rested on your thigh rubbing it. It wasn’t sexual, he was comforting you, he did this often when he saw you in a state of unease. You gulped. “I’m late.” His thick brow raised then furrowed confusion filling his eyes. “Darling what do you mean?”

I’m late Sirius.”

“Im… Im not quite sure I understand what you mean sweetheart.”

“Sirius,” shaking hands took hold of his cheeks running down to hold onto the back of his neck, “my period sirius, it hasn’t come.” his face didn’t change. Just stayed simple holding only concern for you and confusion of the situation. He still didn’t seem to understand. “I’m sure it’s nothing lovely i’m sorry if this bothers you, we can go to the doctors if you’d like or we can-”

“Sirius, my period hasnt come. And last time… you know last week when we… we didn’t use protection you know…”

“Oh.”

You broke down once again a tsunami of tears streaming down overflowing as hands clapped over your eyes and raking into your hair gripping as tight as you could almost pulling it out. You chanted a mix of ‘please don’t hate me,’ ‘I’m sorry,’  and ‘please don’t leave me,’ exuding nothing but pain. Pulling hands from your hair he held them tight together refusing to let you cause pain to yourself but he held you and let you cry allowing you to let out your emotions but shushing your words telling you it was alright and he never would leave. Once you had silenced yourself you slowly lifted your head from the crook in his neck as he took hold of your cheeks. “I promise you darling, whatever comes to us,” he pressed his large hand against your stomach, “or doesn’t, we will work it out.”

‘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.

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“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.

“Peter!”

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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the sky grew dark

Laura looked at Peter, unmoving on the hospital bed, wrapped in seeping bandages and still smelling like the ash and death that hung in a pall over the whole town. Her brilliant, meddling uncle, an unrecognizable mass of wounds. If he woke up, he would know what to do. He would know who to talk to, how to find them; he would know how to make them pay. He could teach her everything her mother never had a chance to tell her, could show her how to staple herself back together and keep on living afterward. She looked at Derek, her stupid, cocky baby brother turned brooding and strange, now gone shell-shocked, eyes vacant, barely responding to his own name, fresh blood welling under his claws where they dug into his palms unconsciously. He didn’t need the pain to keep him human—there was enough of that, too much, more than they could ever handle, the screaming emptiness inside them where their family used to be, and Laura had never wanted to be human, had never wished she wasn’t a wolf, but she thought now that it would be better, it had to be better, that being alone in your heart your whole life couldn’t be as terrible as having it ripped from your chest to leave you gasping and crying and still terribly, horribly alive. 

She looked at Peter, she looked at Derek. She looked out the window at the town that had always sheltered her, tainted now by smoke and blood. There were Argents out there, circling in the shadows, and their pack was down to three. Her pack, now, with the crushing fire of the alpha spark scorching through her veins. She and Derek couldn’t fight; they could barely stand. Peter was in critical condition, couldn’t be moved, would probably never wake up. Would probably never know that he had been doubly abandoned, would probably understand if he did: she couldn’t save them. She couldn’t protect them. 

She looked at Peter, she looked at Derek. One, maybe. Maybe she could save one. 

She made the choice. 

They ran. 

Not About Angels

For Maximum Feels -Listen to this

A/N: Hey you guys, sorry for the wait. I’ve just been in a real funk lately. As you know, I live for the angst and slowly ripping your hearts out word by word so I wrote this to get me back in the rhythm.

Just a little thing about the fic.

I wrote this for people like me, who have problems with love and loving. I, myself find the idea terrifying. I always find myself turning down dates or any chances at love because I know that my commitment issues and overall detachment will get in the way. I’m sorry for whining on this post but i just want to tell anyone like me that it’s ok. It’s ok to be afraid and it’s ok to not want anything if you’re not ready. There’s nothing wrong with you.

Warnings: Angst.

Word Count: 815

Originally posted by tristanbabe24

You looked up at Peter who had pulled you into another smaller room in the recreation hall to “talk”. You sat down on the soft couch across from Peter, your eyebrows furrowing as you noticed the way he was chewing his lip nervously, and how he couldn’t stop fiddling with his jacket.

“Peter what-”

“Y/n, stop. I just… I want to say what I need to say first.”

You raised your hands in surrender, trying to put on a playful smile, but you couldn’t help the feeling of unease that settled in your stomach.

Peter cleared his throat, looking at his feet and clenching his fists in his lap.

“Y/n,” He started with a deep breath, still not making eye contact. “We’ve, uh- We’ve been friends for a long time.”

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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

DAY ONE.

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.
"Y/N." 

DAY THREE.

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. 

WEEK ONE AND A HALF.
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.

MONTH SIX.

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.

MONTH TEN.

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.”

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 ;)))

K.

So here we go:

1) FAKE BOYFRIENDS

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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“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. 

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.

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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