(dumps a pitcher of water on sleeping Sirius) THE FUCKING SHOWER IS CLOGGED WITH YOUR FUCKING HAIR AGAIN IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING FAT DEFORMED DEMON RAT HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU
*the morning before that*
where the hell is he??????? where is moony!?!?! his room smells like dog!! dOG!!! and not padfoot dog! a! different! dog! (transforms into Padfoot and rips Remus' pillows up)
Imagine Tom talking about you in interviews after your child is born:
Pushy Interviewer: So were you there? Did you watch? With my kids I couldn’t watch so I just stayed up by my wife’s head.
Tom: Yeah, man. It definitely is a lot to take in, but I consider it an honor. You know, I grew up in a family of all boys, but my mum always made it very clear our whole childhood that having a baby was like– the most painful thing on this Earth and we needed to respect women for doing that.
Interviewer: She raised you right, huh?
Tom: I’d like to think so.
After we found out she was pregnant, one of the first things she decided was that she wanted to do it naturally. Which, you know, I really respect that. I can’t imagine what that must feel like, so I think it was important that I just be as supportive as I could. The whole process was insane. She did great.
Interviewer: Did you actually cut the cord? I did that with my son.
Tom: I actually didn’t. But I caught her. It was the craziest thing, man. The doctor was there and they said to give one more push and then the nurse literally like grabbed my hands and the doctor guided my daughter into my arms. It was the best moment of my life. I cried.
Interviewer: That’s amazing. Were your parents there?
Tom: Hers and mine both were out in the waiting room. We waited to find out the sex so I got to come out and say it was girl and everyone cheered and my dad cried. It was pretty great.
Interviewer: Now, you guys are both pretty young still, and you’re carrying a massive franchise on your back. How is that going to balance with parenting?
Tom: You know, that’s a good question. I think, for me, it feels really important to be present. I think in this industry, a lot of actors, men in particular, get to have a spouse and a family, but then their job is this separate life and they kind of go away and work and travel the world and leave their partners behind. And that isn’t to pass judgment– different things work for different people. But that was something we talked a lot about. I didn’t want my role as a father to be a side job. So I think for now, the girls will travel with me wherever I’m shooting.
Tom: Yeah, it’s a big sacrifice, on the girls’ part. I mean, the baby won’t remember it, and we haven’t decided what we’ll do when she’s school aged, but it’s a real privilege to be able to have a partner who believes in what I’m doing so much that she’s willing to come along for the ride of it. My hope is that I’ll be able to be a really involved father as a result of it because, you know, I’ll be able to go home to them at the end of every day. Try to be as normal as possible.
Interviewer: Do you have any pictures?
Tom: Do I ever. She’s the prettiest little girl in the world, mate.
Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!
A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again
To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.
Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.
His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.
Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.
“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”
“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”
“Yeah, good idea.”
Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.
He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.
He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.
Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.
Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.
Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.
But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.
Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.
Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.
But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.
Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.
Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.
Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.
Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.
Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.
“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”
There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.
Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.
“Where are we headed?”
“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”
It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”
Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.
The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.
“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”
The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.
“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”
Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.
After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.
Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.
Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.
Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.
“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”
“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”
Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.
Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.
Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.
His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.
You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.
“Do I look bad or something?”
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“
A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.
Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.
The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.
—The Next Morning—
You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.
You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.
His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.
You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.
A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.
"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.
His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.
“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”
Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.
He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.
“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.
“I can do you one better.”
Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.
The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.
Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.
word count: 1,089 words story peek: “what the hell do you want me to say?” in which peter reassures her that he’ll always come back to her.
(Name) had been feeling a bit uneasy lately. It was hard not to when she noticed her boyfriend was off fighting crime more often than usual. She paced her room in the early hours of the morning trying–and failing–to stop her mind from worrying.
He’d be fine. He always was.
A sudden squeak from her window being pushed open drew her attention away from her thoughts. She stayed rooted in her place as she watched Peter crawl into her room, pulling his mask off in the process.
When his feet were planted on solid ground, he made eye contact with her and flashed her an exhausted smile. There were bags under his eyes and she took quick notice of his hand that clutched his side, obviously trying to conceal an injury from her worried eyes.
She sighed and frowned at him, which caused his smile to falter and his shoulders to sag. No words were said as he trudged towards her bed and sat, her following close behind him.
“How bad is it?” she whispered. He shrugged.
“Not too bad,” he said, moving slightly to the side only to wince in the process. She rolled her eyes.
“Suit off. Now.” she demanded and Peter quietly obeyed. His fingers pressed against the spider emblem and the suit quickly loosened, pooling around his waist.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the many bruises that tattered his pale skin. The side he had been clutching held a fairly deep cut that was beginning to bruise.
“Peter,” she mumbled, her voice unusually quiet. Her eyebrows were knit together in concern and Peter slouched down.
“It’s not that bad, honest (Nickname). It doesn’t eve-” his words were interrupted with a wince when she gingerly brushed her fingertips against one of his larger bruises. She hurriedly got up and left the room only to return a minute later with the first aid kit, rubbing alcohol, and a rag in hand.
She dragged her desk chair in front of Peter and sat on it for a better look at his cut. She briskly unscrewed the rubbing alcohol and wet the rag with it. She began pressing the rag to his cut, which caused more wincing from her beloved.
When he got used to the sting of the disinfectant, he took in her appearance. Her hair was a mess and her frown seemed to be permanently residing on her face.
“You’re upset,” he stated, and she paused, but remained silent. Her hand continued to clean his cut, and Peter grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“C’mom (Name), please say something. Tell me why you’re upset,” he pleaded. His eyes were flooded with concern and she huffed, dropping her hands into her lap.
“What the hell do you want me to say, Peter?” she snapped and Peter flinched slightly in response. They sat in silence for a while. Peter stared at her while he gaze remained fixed on her lap. She suddenly cleared her throat and stood up, tossing the rag into the laundry basket.
She returned to her seat and grabbed some gauze, covering his wound with it.
“It’s not deep enough to need stitches. You got lucky,” she mumbled, packing everything away and setting it beside her bed. She sat in her chair, her gaze focused on the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“Darling, look at me,” Peter whispered. He reached a hand out and brushed her hair back. His hand cupped her cheek and she looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes. His thumb gently caressed her cheek as she sniffled.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, leaning forward and cupping her other cheek with his other hand. She let out a dry laugh and a warm tear slipped down her cheek. Peter wiped it away.
“It’s stupid,” she shook her head and Peter frowned.
“It’s never stupid,” he said, running one of his hands through her hair. She inhaled and exhaled, it coming out in a sob.
“I just, god Peter what if you’re not okay?” she asked and Peter’s brow furrowed.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what if one day you go out there and you’re not lucky. What if one day you go out there and get hurt so bad that I can’t help you. What if one day you go out there and you don’t,” her body was softly shaking from her cries and she sucked in a breath. “What if you don’t ever come back?”
Peter swears his heart broke at the sight of her shaking from sobs. He dropped his hands from her cheeks to her arms and gave them a slight tug forward, bringing her into his own.
“Hey, hey, shh,” he soothed, rubbing her back with one hand while the other held her waist. Her arms wound tightly around his neck and she hugged him tightly. Her face was placed in the crook of his neck and her tears wet his bare skin.
“I can’t stand the thought of losing you, Peter. I don’t know what I would do,” she cried, her words slightly muffled. Peter’s own eyes seemed to brim with tears as he pressed a quick kiss to her neck.
“Hey, you don’t need to worry about me, even though I know you will. I’ll be fine. I always am. I have you to fight for,” he pulled her back from him to look at her face. Tears silently fell down her cheeks and he wiped them away.
“I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. He released his grip on her and moved to lay down in her bed. His arm outstretched to grab her hand and he gave a small tug, pulling her to her bed to lay down.
She laid next to him, her eyes closed. He had an arm draped over her and occasionally stroked her hair. Soft sniffles left her every so often and Peter continued to whisper soothing things to her. The sound of his voice permeating the silence of the room was slowly lulling her to sleep.
“I love you, Peter Parker. I love you so much it’s going to kill me,” she whispered, eyes still closed. Peter smiled and kissed her forehead.
“I love you too, darling. I promise I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered back, and a small smile was placed on her lips for the first time that night as she fell asleep.
Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend
brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But
Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he
is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really
appreciate your writings! Love only!
After showering, you walk
back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living
room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other
one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you
can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other
person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend
says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why
he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a
conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.
You know how in The Princess Bride the Dread Pirate Roberts would always threaten Westley with “I’ll probably kill you in the morning”? Yondu literally did the same thing with Peter Quill, but threatening to eat him instead.
• Excessive hand-holding • Sci-fi movie marathons • Peter refusing to wake you up after you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’ll just sit there super still to not disturb you. • Forehead kisses. Lots and lots of forehead kisses. • Peter taking photos of you when he thinks you aren’t looking. • Peter taking photos of you doing literally anything. Eating cereal. Sleeping. Doing homework. • Sleepovers. With the two of you crammed into Peter’s twin, and Aunt May’s pancakes in the morning. • Peter realizing he’s in love with you one night when you patch him up post- superhero duty • The confession spilling out of his mouth as you clean out a gash on his chest. • An intense make-out session following • “Ow, Y/N, just got the shit beaten out of me remember?” • Cuddle sessions at least once a day • Peter being the best teacher/tutor • Peter questioning how he landed someone like you • You asking yourself the exact same thing • Peter trying to cook for you. He really did try. • Peter is a total blanket-hog • You surprising him on his birthday with the biggest cake you could find complete with all of his favorite food and a night trip to Central Park • Peter is a literal furnace 99% of the time • Bear hugs every time he sees you • Waking up to his mussed up hair and bright smile • Loving him more than anything in the whole damn world
unlike most mornings, the chirping birds didn’t wake you up this morning. instead, it was the soft laughter of your daughter, something that brought a smile to your face whenever you heard it. you turned over, and frowned when you didn’t see your husband next to you, he rarely woke up before you.
rolling out of bed, you sauntered down the stairs into the kitchen, where you saw your daughter standing on a chair in front of the counter, stirring pancake batter. your husband was stood next to her, manning the griddle. “do you want blueberries, sweetie?” he asked, speaking quietly since he thought you were still sleeping.
“yes, please, daddy. lots of berries!” she nodded, curly hair bouncing.
“shh, don’t wanna make mommy up, do we?” shawn asked, shushing her giggles slightly. you felt your heart melt at the sight of shawn and your daughter making breakfast, without a care in the world. you cherished moments like this, when shawn didn’t need to impress anyone, where he could just be himself- the loving, hands-on father that made your heart melt.
you snuck back up to bed, and opened a book you had been reading, smiling brightly when your daughter burst into the room a few minutes later, shawn following with a tray of pancakes and coffee in hand.
Prompt: Hey, I love your writings! Whenever you get the chance can you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and doesn’t know that they are dating but some of the other avengers start to find out. Maybe they are caught making out or accidentally flirting with each other in front of people. then the reader and Peter have to get them to keep it a secret? Please and Thank You!!
Word Count: 857
A/N: Written by Daisy. Also, I apologize for the wait!
“Peter!” You exclaimed, swatting your boyfriend away, “We’re going to get caught! My dad is going to kill me!” The two of you were seated in one of the communal living rooms of the new Avengers facility.
Peter groaned, rolling away from you and into a seated position, “Mr. Stark won’t kill anyone, let’s be honest.” He still had a knack for calling your dad, ‘Mr. Stark’, regardless of whether or not he was addressing him directly.
“I’d rather he found out later rather than sooner!” You insisted, sending a glare in Peter’s direction.
“It’s been two months! What’s the worst that can happen if we tell him? You don’t think he’d trust me to take care of you?”
You shook your head, “He’s just-he’s really, and I mean really protective Peter. I just want to enjoy some more time alone with you, without all the hovering, you know. And the teasing we’d get from every other person who lives here.”
“As you wish,” Peter said simply, “But if we went to your room nobody would see us-“
You punched his shoulder, “Just pick a movie Peter, we can’t always be sneaking about.”