(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.
She’s his drug. He’s addicted, and the withdrawal symptoms are worse than the side effects.
They are over. They’ve both said it. Her stuff is out of his apartment. He got his sweatshirts back from her. But this is the worst part to go through. This was even worse than missing her and wanting to be with her, but not being able to because his job had him in another country. This was even worse that being with her and just fighting because they’re both stressed and both tired and they have no one else to take their emotions out on but each other.
This is the kind of missing her where he knows he can’t tell her. He can’t hear that she misses him too. He knows he can’t have her anymore. This is an ache in his chest, but not being able to pick up the phone and call her. This is missing the sound of her voice, and the way she said “I love you.” This is the kind of missing her where he’d rather be fighting with her because at least then she’d be talking to him.
wc: 1.1k summary: “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.
Could you do a peter x stark!reader where he comes over to get a look around and the ( homeschooled ) reader walks in in a croptop and tony complains like “ you know I don’t like you wearing that shirt bc it’s too ” and she interrupts notrlly caring “ revealing Ik ” and grabs an apple and turns to a nervous peter and says “ sup hot stuff ” and bites it then winks and leaves ? You can finish the rest. Sorry it’s so specific ❤️ 😂
a/n: i got this request ages ago and i really loved it but i just got the motivation to do it so here it is! i hope you all enjoy!
To say Peter was nervous to visit the Avengers compound was an understatement. Especially because this time he would actually be getting the tour, not just brought in for five minutes to be offered a job as an Avenger. As he rode in the car with Happy on the way there, a million thoughts rushed through his head. What if I break something? What if I go into an area that I shouldn’t go into? What if I accidentally say something rude to one of the Avengers? And then, as if his anxiety couldn’t get any worse, he remembered that Mr. Stark had a daughter that lived at the compound: you.
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.