Request: 41,46,or 63. Whichever you’re more comfortable with :))
Could you do #46 with Peter Parker? ps all ur writing is bomb af
Summary: Peter pulls a prank on you and you threaten to kick his ass.
A/N: SO I COMBINED #41 AND #46 OFF THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE. HOPEFULLY IT TURNS OUT GOOD.
You gasp at the sight in front of you. Looking back at you through your mirror was yourself, but not exactly. You had just gotten out of the shower, and once you walked by the mirror, something a little blue had caught your eye. You went into the shower with y/h/c hair, and now you’ve come out with royal blue hair. You took deep breathes as you lifted some parts of hair from your scalp to see that all of it really was blue. Some strands were a more faint blue than others.
Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on your living room couch, giddy with anticipation. You didn’t know it yet, but he was the one who had put the blue dye in your shampoo. It was semi-permanent, he figured it’d be a funny little prank. He impatiently waited to hear something from you, knowing your reaction wouldn’t be subtle. He had heard the shower turn off, “Hows it going in there y/n?” Peter called to you.
It all clicked to you now. Peter was the one who had ruined your hair. Of course it was him. Blue hair to match his red and blue suit. “Peter Parker, I’m gonna kill you!” you screeched as you bolted into your room throwing on two pieces of clothing that were the first items you saw, a pair of underwear and Peters hoodie that you “borrowed”. With your wet blue hair, you marched out to the living room where Peter was laying, laughing uncontrollably. His eyes ran up and down your body and rested on your hair, “Well you look, amazing,” he told you, attempting to stop his snickering.
“You think this is funny, Parker?” You grumbled, breathing heavily.
“No, no not at all, I’m sorry. I think it’s hilarious,” He knew you meant war when you said his last name, but he couldn’t help but give himself a small pat on the back at his clever prank.
You groaned at his comment and began to advance towards him. Peter was taking no chances, knowing you were currently wild. So he flexed his arm out, and from his wrist shot out a web that pinned your fist to the bookshelf behind you. Looking at your hand that was covered in a sticky substance, your jaw dropped and features turned to a bewildered look. Oh he did not. You yanked and pulled at your hand, but it wasn’t escaping anytime soon.
“Look just calm down,” he tried to reason, with a wide smile on his face, “wait, is that my sweater?” he asked you in a higher, curious tone of voice. He cocked an eyebrow, as he studied the article of clothing. But because he was a teenage boy, his eyes became glued to your naked legs. He was quite enjoying your outfit,
“Don’t try to change the subject Peter. What did you do to my hair?” you demanded, ignoring his burning gaze,
“It was just a joke, baby. I swear.” He said, taking slow steps towards you,
“You think it’s funny that I get to match your stupid onesie now?!”
“Ugh, it’s not a onesie,” he whined, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, “babe, I’m sorry-”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!” you interrupted him, yanking at your hand once again.
“I’m not letting you out of that till you calm down y/n,” Peter told you, gazing down to webbing.
“I’m not going to calm down, my hair is blue!”
He sighed, and tilted his head to the side. He began walking towards you again. Once he was within arms reach of you, you brought up the hand that wasn’t pinned down, and swung it at Peters chest. He caught it before it could hit him, and he pressed his body against yours. Trapping you completely, in the corner between the wall and the bookshelf. You tried taking back the hand that he had a hold of, but he held it tightly and closely to his chest. You grabbed a fist full of his grey shirt, and attempted to push him away, but he wasn’t budging.
Peter lowered his forehead to yours, knowing your wild mood was slowly fading. He knew what he was doing, and he knew the effect he had on your body. “Stop it. I’m mad at you,” you spoke to him sternly, determined to keep your fuming attitude, to prove a point to him. “No, you’re not,” he persuaded you with a smile.
“Yes, I am. Look at my hair!” You argued not looking him in the eye. Again you tried shoving him away, but it was hardly worth trying, without control over either of your arms.
“There’s nothing wrong with your hair. It’s perfect,” he whispered to you. You stopped struggling against him, and decided your best bet now was to give him the silent treatment. Moving your head to the side, you didn’t give him any attention and took your forehead away from his. Shortly after, you felt a pair of soft lips press themselves to your temple. You closed your eyes at excitement of butterflies attacking your stomach. Peters lips pecked a trail of kisses down the side of your face, “I’m sorry,” he muttered in between every one of them. Leisurely, he brought them down to your exposed neck. Sticking to your plan of the silent treatment, you didn’t protest.
“Please-forgiveme-I’msorry,” he repeated every time his lips left your neck and reconnected them.
“I hate you,” you whispered, just barely audible for him. Peter smiled against your neck and placed his forehead back against yours, “What was that?” he asked teasingly with a grin. You tried so hard to keep a smile from taking over your lips, but you failed trying, “I hate you,” you said louder to him.
He shook his head with a smile, “No you don’t,” he declared with a laugh. You just nodded your head in response, letting out a laugh also.
“Nice sweater by the way,” he said to you, “mind telling me where you got it?”
simple as the title, where your avenger boo kisses you
Bucky: Thighs. On your first few dates with him, you never pictured Bucky to be a thigh man. You more expected him to be an old fashioned kiss on the hand type, but that all went out the window the first night he slept over. He took what you thought were flaws and made them his favorite things about you. Bucky loves waking you up in the morning by trailing kisses starting at your collarbone and going all the way down to those thighs he loves. You have a small tattoo on your inner left thigh that he always traces over lightly with his fingers, and it drives you absolutely mad. When he’s had a long day of being an avenger, he loves coming home to already find you in bed. Bucky takes this time to climb into the king sized bed and rest his head on your lap, occasionally leaning over from his phone to place a kiss on your thighs and tell you little things about his day.
Steve: Forehead. It started when the two of you finally made your relationship public, and went to a baseball game together. People were around everywhere, most trying to pretend they weren’t staring as you walked to your seats hand in hand, but some were blatantly taking pictures and whispering to their friends. Steve’s grip moved to around your shoulder, and he pulled you closer to him while walking around inside the stadium. Being in the public eye wasn’t something you were used to, and Steve could tell. So instead of giving everyone a show, he sweetly placed his lips on your forehead in hopes of calming you down. After that came many more events where he did the same before you walked out into the public eye, and it stuck as a way for you to calm one another down. Plus it was a way for the two of you to avoid the whole gross PDA thing.
Natasha:Neck. It became a thing of good luck for the both of you whenever she would place a kiss on the left side of your neck before going off on a mission. You weren’t an active agent anymore, but there were times where you would be with Maria in the control room. Natasha had no shame in kissing you in front of whoever she wanted, whether it’s just the team, or on a red carpet for the whole world to see. Sometimes she would just kiss your neck out of the blue to get you flustered and red in the face. Even on game nights with the team she would lean over your lap just to get her lips on your neck before making any bets with the team, and 99% of the time her PDA payed off. Nobody in the public eye knew how much she really suffered from the trainings when she was a kid, and sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night suffering from those memories. But you were there for her, leaving kisses across her jaw and down her neck, bringing her back to reality in your arms.
Thor:Hand. Albeit cliche, he truly loves making you feel like his queen. He was raised to treat women with the utmost respect, because he understood that he wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for them. So when Thor met you, he felt as if he had cracked the code to what life is supposed to be like. Everyone knows about how bubbly he is, but he was even more so after that first look into your eyes at the Shield christmas party. When Thor wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is bring you closer to his body and kiss your hand. It’s his way of showing how much he loves and respects you, and without being too gross with the affection. But that sure doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be affectionate.
Tony:Chest. Tony is all about chest kisses, and he places them with such love and care. He loves leaning into your chest while you are laying on the couch or in bed after a long day of being Tony Stark. You hold his head there, softly running your fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek. He feels his safest with his lips on your chest, even safer than when he’s in the iron suit that is damn near indestructible. It momentarily dispels all negative thoughts from his mind, and leaves him with nothing but pure adoration towards you. He feels like a giant weight is lifted off his shoulders as well. It’s at that point when he turns his head and absentmindedly presses a short, chaste kiss to your skin or the fabric that covers the area.
Peter:Temple. Whether the two of you were tangled up in each other on the couch watching a movie, or silently strolling down the street hand in hand, he always pulled you into a warm hug, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. Whenever he was struck with the opportunity, Peter would lightly peck your temple. It helped that you happened to enjoy being kissed there just a little bit more than straight up lip-locking. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he loved and was there for you, and felt that a soft kiss on your forehead or temple was the way to do it. Sometimes you even stretched up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his temple whenever you saw him stressing out over something, especially new mission plans. Him leaving for said missions was a new thing, so it was always a toss up of who was going to be more strung out over the job that day.
Loki:Under-jaw. The two of always spent your down time wrapped up in blankets in bed, doing absolutely nothing aside from basking in each other’s company and body heat in silence. Loki leaned in to you and you leaned into him, becoming utterly obsessed with each other. He looked at you like you were the most exquisite thing in existence and peppered a million light kisses underneath your jaw and along the side of your neck. You always returned the favor by tightly holding him, eventually squeezing him till he was practically out of breath. You would spend all of your nights together exactly like this, much to both of your delight.
Pietro:Shoulder blades. Pietro craved skin to skin contact with you at all times of the day, mostly in the form of a kiss, which couldn’t happen often, much to your disappointment as well as his. So, he stuck to loosely slinging his arm around your shoulders and following you around like a lost puppy while you performed domestic tasks around the compound. Whenever you stopped bumbling about, doing whatever it was that you were doing, Pietro quickly peppered kisses all along your shoulder blades. They spanned everywhere from the shoulders to the nape of your neck. As long as it didn’t interfere with your task at hand, you indulged him and stood still, eyes fluttering shut in content for a moment until he was inevitably pulled away from you to do important Avengers work. He always made it up to you, however, in the form of much more interesting activities.
Bruce:Nose. Your touch never failed to provide Bruce with much needed affection, and reassurance that you were still around and weren’t ever going to leave him. You always stuck around, glued to his side while he moved about his lab. He tried on multiple occasions to explain what he does in the simplest way possible to you. Most of the time, you just looked at him and smiled, which Bruce knew as your nice way of telling him to stop wasting his breath because you weren’t going to understand any time soon. He softly chuckled every time, quietly sighed with a light smile on his face, pulled your face close to his and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. This gentle of a kiss reminded him that he’s still just Bruce, and not the other guy.
Scott:Cheek. Scott woke up significantly earlier than you did every morning, but never failed to give you a sloppy good morning kiss on the cheek before he rolled begrudgingly out of bed. They always woke you up though, which you didn’t mind. You always pulled a sleepy smile anyway, and rolled over to his side of the bed and basked in the hot spot of sheets he left behind, instantly falling back asleep. You were awakened again about a half an hour later to another, less sloppy kiss on the cheek and a goofy smile from Scott before he left for whatever job he had acquired from his friends. He whispered a promise to you about taking you out to dinner that night, an offer you accepted, before hurrying out of the room and out of the apartment.
~Double-Barreled Wheellock Pistol Made for Emperor Charles V (reigned 1519–56).
Gunsmith: Peter Peck (German, Munich, 1503–1596)
Etcher: Ambrosius Gemlich (German, Munich and Landshut, active ca. 1520–50)
Date: ca. 1540–45
Culture: German, Munich
Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.
Word Count: 1560
Being ordinarily human in a town crowded with supernatural creatures could be pretty boring sometimes; especially when all of your friends saw you as a fragile thing who could get broken if exposed to a high amount of shit. It was stupid, though. You were not a doll or anything related, for God’s sake; plus, even though fighting was not your thing, you could help on other stuff, like cleaning and bandaging the injured. Your aunt Melissa had taught you a lot of medical stuff, making you perfect for this task. However, bone killer Scott shut you out entirely, pledging you were too young to be on this life.
“As if I cared!” You snorted, angry. “Fucking Scott. Fucking rules. Fuck! Fuck!”
You threw, bored, the remote control on the couch’s corner, giving up on finding a decent show to take your mind away from the horrible powerless feeling you were experiencing. People needed your help and you were stuck at home, not able to do nothing about it. Why did you let people manipulate you like that?
“This calls for some booze”, you thought, standing up and heading to the kitchen. Sure, drinking would never solve entirely your problems, it’s not like it’s magic, however, you would at least calm down. Otherwise, it was very likely that you would rip Scott’s throat with your bare hands.
While trying to reach the highest shelf to grab the tequila bottle, you could not help but giggle, suddenly imagining what the pack would do if they discovered your secret crush on Peter Hale. Poor tiny human Y/N falling for a monster. It was ironic.
Finally getting hold of the bottle, you took a sip straight from it, not bothering to get a glass. The liquid went down burning and you smiled, enjoying the sensation. It was damn good, as usual.
Taking short steps, you went back to the living room, ready to put on some music and swirl your hips to it. All of that was probably due the alcohol excess, you were never a strong drinker. Yet, whilst you set up the stereo, you heard odd noises. As if someone was walking clumsily through wood sticks, breaking them with its feet.
“Shit.” You muttered, approaching the window and slyly looking through a brief shaft. There was nothing there. “I’m going crazy. That’s it.”
As soon as you returned to the room, you heard it again. This time, though, the door was swung open and a bleeding light brown haired man leant against the doorframe. What the hell was Peter doing here, at your place? Has he lost his mind?
“Hey, princess.” His voice was weak and he coughed, blood staining your carpet. “Care to help me a little?”
Your thoughts were mingled and confusing, but you propped up and went to help him. You pushed the door closed behind you and dragged him to the couch, staring deeply at his eyes. He seemed so defenseless!
“Kate is back in town.”
“Kate as in Allison’s aunt?” Your eyes were widened as you quizzed him worried. “Fuck, wasn’t she dead? How did she come back?”
“As it seems, she was not killed. She was turned.”
“Into a werewolf?”
“Not quite, princess. We still have to figure out that part.” You could notice him struggling to talk and it shattered your heart the mere sight of your beloved hurt.
You always had a thing for bad boys, that was true; however, when Peter tagged along, you knew he was different. Sassy, slightly bossy… Heck, a perfect match for you. Still, you had to keep it a secret from him and everybody else. No one was allowed to know about your feelings, because it would turn out to be a major problem, considering how overprotective your cousin could get. Argh! You hated it. All of it.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure I am.” Your reply came out with a fake laugh and a awkward gulp. “I think I should be asking you the same thing.”
“Uh, I’ll be okay. I only a need a shower.” He smirked tenderly, reaching to touch your right cheek. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”
Yes, this you could not hide or disguise. Seeing him hurt and in pain made your heartbeat go crazy. More than it would normally get when you were around him.
“I’m just…” You licked your lips, fighting to keep it together. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Uh, I’m sorry.” Hale seemed disappointed, which made you bit your bottom lip. “You were the only person who came into my mind.”
“I’m flattered you considered me as an option.” A sarcastic remark slipped. “People tend to treat me like I’m made of glass.”
“What?” Peter sat up straight, wincing in pain by doing so. “You’re so tough, princess. So resilient. I bet you would make a badass werewolf.”
“Damn, this is so good to hear.” A smile curved your lips, for you were genuinely satisfied. “Now, enough with this. You need to shower and I’m going to find you clothes.”
“All right.” Hale nodded and tried to get on his feet. You could nearly feel his ache to walk and, once more, made your poor pumping organ skip a few beats. “Where is the bathroom?”
“I’ll take you there.”
Right then you realised how hard this situation was going to be. You cared too much about him to keep your shit under control for that long. It was a true challenge for your sanity; one you hoped to win.
Twenty minutes later, you found yourself lying lazily on your bed, staring at the white ceiling and pulling carelessly the soft fabric of your denim shorts while waiting for him to come out.
You took a deep breath in order to relax; yet, before it made any effect, the door was opened and a shirtless dripping water Peter walked through it, looking refreshed. This tore apart any chance of relaxation. Matter of fact, it made you more tensed up than ever.
As you sat upright, your gaze locked on him and you licked your lips, nervous. Hale must have found it pleasing to watch, for he chuckled, delighted, leaning to grasp the bundle of clothes that were by your side.
“Do you like what you see, princess?”
“I would appreciate if you call me by my name.” You retorted, looking away. “Why don’t you get dressed already?”
“Does my nudity bother you?”
“Yes. I mean, no. Why would it?”
He traced your jaw with his long slim fingers, getting you to look at him. Once you finally gave up and rose your chin, meeting his eyesight with yours, you found them soaked with tenderness. His blue eyes engulfed you like a high strong wave.
“Confess.” The raspy voice requested, his thumb stroking leisurely your cheekbone. “Tell me you love me, because I can hear your heartbeat from miles away.”
“Please, don’t make me do this.” You did not break the eye connection, no matter how quivery your voice were. “I don’t want to say it.”
“But you do love me.” He knelt in front of you. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Why I find you beautiful? Because you are! So perfect and freaking gorgeous.”
“No.” You shook your head, giggling. “If you know how I feel, why do you want me to confess it?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself by falling for a girl who wasn’t in love with me as well.” A sinking feeling hit your stomach as you slowly understood what he was saying. “Oh, fuck! Did I scare you?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“So kiss me, please.” Peter asked, smoothly. “Go on, princess.”
A smug smirk enlightened your face and then you crashed your lips onto his, tasting all at once. He grasped your waist and pulled you closer, whilst you tugged his hair, wanting to release all the tension built up. It was so much better than you had imagined! His tongue fought with yours for dominance, the whole kiss heating up the place.
“Easy, tiger.” You whispered, splaying your hands on his chest as Hale was inches away from popping your shorts open. “I didn’t think you were this excited to be with me.”
“Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were going to be my doom.” Peter pecked your lips and continued. “The worst was that I didn’t care at all. I wanted you to crush me with your love. I wanted you to break my walls.”
“Damn hell you did.” Both of you chuckled. “What about me? Did I crack Mrs. Y/N Y/L/N?”
“You know you did.” Your voice was soft. “I am hopelessly in love with you.”
Peter Hale hid his face on your neck, smiling against it, half surprised half glad by your statement. He stayed quiet for awhile, just sucking on your skin and leaving love bites behind. When he finally reached your ear, he could not help but mutter the words you wanted to hear:
“I love you too, princess.”
Your heart warmed up upon hearing that and you sealed your lips once more, realising how deep were your feelings towards each other. You two were meant to be. Definitely a love written on the stars.
Hi! :D I was wondering if you could do a Clint Bartons daughter but dating Peter Parker headcanon?
A/n: I love the idea of this. It has to be one of my favorite Marvel x reader AUs. So i’m glad i get the chance to write it! I’d so be glad to get more requests like this.
-When Clint finds out you’re dating he completely flips out. Not because you’re dating Peter, but just cause you’re dating anyone.
-To him you’ll always be too young to date. And it took a lot of convincing from his wife to actually let it go.
-Clint would be so overprotective.
“Where are you going? Are you going out with Peter? Because i won’t allow that. Not this late.”
“Dad, it’s 5 pm. And no, i’m not. Just going to a coffee shop.”
“Okay. But you better not go sneaking off to see him! I’ll know if you do.”
-And would have a really really long talk with Peter about if he ever lays a hand on you, upsets you in any way, or steps out of place once, he will personally kill him.
-Which really freaked Peter out.
“He hates me!”
“No he doesn’t, he does this with everyone. I’m just glad he didn’t give you a different kind of talk.”
-Let’s just say that every single time Peter sees Clint he freezes up and is overly cautious.
-( He’s legit scared of PDA a bit because he expects Clint to always be watching over you two )
-Almost always going over to his place instead of yours. It’s just safer that way.
-And if you stay over night for some reason, you wake up to around 100 texts asking if you’re OK.
-And when you two spend the day at your place, Peter always brings some sort of home made desert for Clint to try and get on his good side.
-( You bug Peter about it a lot, saying stuff like “I don’t get sweets! It’s almost like you’re in a relationship with my dad, not me!” )
-None of it really works though. Clint still gives him the death glare when you only hold hands. (God forbid the time you once pecked Peter on the lips in front of him. Clint looked like he actually might kill both of you.)
-You insist that if your dad gets in the way of anything you’ll deal with it yourself and make sure he backs off.
-Which eventually happens. He does too far and you tell him off in front of the whole team.
“I don’t think you get it, Dad! I love him, and you want this relationship to fail. If it doesn’t work out because of you i don’t even know how i could ever forgive you!”
“Honey, i’m sorry. I… I didn’t know it was that serious.”
-That happened to be the first time you actually say ‘i love you’. So high key Peter is just in panic mode.
-And in the middle of a very cute father Daughter forgiveness time Peter just ruins it all by saying ‘I love you too, Y/n’ like five minutes after you had admitted it.
-( The team would totally laugh at his awkwardness )
-Clint actually said sorry to Peter for scaring him so much. And invites him over to dinner with your family. Which is big, since Clint hadn’t done that ever. With anyone you knew.
-He would never ever ever admit it but, he’s very glad you picked someone as nice and sweet as Peter.
The common room was dark when you walked in, only a few Gryffindors remaining in the warm room. Surrounding the fire, James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus all sat together. James and Sirius were studying the map, while Peter and Remus were actually studying.
“What’s wrong with you?” James asked the moment you sat down. You looked over at him, letting out a little sigh.
“I just ran into Emma Vanity,” you snarled. James folded up the map and scooted forward in his seat.
“What did she say?” Sirius asked, mimicking James’s motion.
“Usual shit. ‘Slytherin is gonna wipe the floor with us’ and all that.”
“What did you do?”
“Fought off the urge to knock her teeth out.” Remus smiled, and finally looked up from his book. “And then I promptly told her that we’d kick her ass tomorrow.”
“Hell yeah,” James said. You were both Chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. “Slytherin doesn’t stand a chance.”
“Nope. But that’s not gonna stop us from practicing hard all week. Cancel all your plans for tomorrow afternoon. I’m scheduling an impromptu practice,” you said, standing up. “Get some rest.”
James opened his mouth to try and tell you that he had plans with Lily, but you were already gone. When the decision of who would be Quidditch captain came up, you were both options, but James was determined that you should be the captain. He hadn’t regretted that decision ever, until this moment.
The next day you arrived at dinner after a grueling training. James was hardly speaking as he devoured the food in front of him. Actually, all of your teammates weren’t talking to you at the moment. Apparently practice had been too hard. But defeating Slytherin was the most important thing for any of you to face.
The next day, practice was the same. At the end of practice, you started to tell everyone when practice would be the next day, but they started to argue with you.
“Y/N, it’s Wednesday tomorrow. Hogsmead,” James said, looking at you seriously.
“Yes, and we have the match against Slytherin on Friday. We need to practice. We need to beat them!” Everyone was sort of looking at you in a way that made you nervous.
“Can we talk in private?” James asked. You nodded as he started pulling you away from the group. “You need to cool it.”
“You need to calm down. You know we’re gonna beat Slytherin, but we can’t do that if we’re all exhausted.”
“We’re also not going to win if we don’t practice.” He put his hands on your arms and smiled.
“We really need to get you a date,” he said, which made you roll your eyes. “But I guess you can hang out with Sirius. I’m going out with Lily tomorrow, and you’re going to have fun, too.”
“Are you having fun?” Sirius asked cheekily as you walked through Hogsmead. You smiled at him and shrugged.
“Sure.” He held out his arm and you took it. James and Lily had just walked into The Three Broomsticks, grinning happily. Looking all around, you saw each of your teammates having a good time.
“Do you want to prank Snivellus?” he asked. You smirked and shook your head.
“No, not today. I don’t need to get in any kind of trouble. Not with the-”
“The big match coming up, I know. You need to get your mind off of this. You know you’re going to win.”
“Maybe.” He looked at you and rolled his eyes.
“Come on, everyone else is having fun.” He pointed through the windows of The Three Broomsticks, pointing out four of your teammates, James included. “Look at how happy they are.”
“Well they have a nice distraction.”
“Someone to snog.” Sirius snorted and continued walking with you.
“I’ll snog you if that makes you feel any better.” You laughed and shook your head.
“Well, let’s at least get something to drink. Butterbeers on me,” he said, pushing you into The Three Broomsticks. Remus and Peter were already sitting at a table with Frank Longbottom, but he got up to go be with Alice when you sat down. James nodded over at you from the corner that he and Lily were currently inhabiting.
“Alright guys, we’re not to let Y/N talk about Quidditch at all, got it?” They nodded and you sighed.
“That seems a little unfair.”
“Don’t care. Four butterbeers,” he ordered before turning back to you. “You say one thing about the game, you have to face the consequences.”
“Yep.” The butterbeers came a few minutes later, giving you an excuse to not talk about the game. However, Emma Vancity walked in a few minutes later, and you couldn’t fight it off.
“Do you think she’ll still have that same stupid look on her face at the matc-”
“Nope,” Sirius said before leaning over and kissing you. He pulled away a moment later, and no one else at the table seemed to be fazed by it.
“What was that?” you asked.
“I told you, if you talked about the match you would have to face the consequences.”
“Which is getting kissed?”
“Do I need to kiss you again?” Sirius snapped. Remus and Peter started laughing, and you did, too.
“No.” So, you did your best not to talk about the match. However, you did get kissed four more times. Once more by Sirius, twice by Remus and once by Peter. He time they pecked your lips you laughed and relaxed a little. Except for the time that Sirius tried to do more than just a peck.
When you walked back to the school, James and Lily caught up with you. He was grinning and you rolled your eyes.
“You’re not gonna kiss me, too, are you?” He laughed while Lily looked at you both in confusion.
“Did you have a good time?”
“No problem. You just needed some distractions. You know we’re gonna kick Slytherin’s asses on Friday.”
“Yeah, I know. But you’re still gonna work your ass of tomorrow at practice.” He grinned when you winked at him and ran up to where Remus and Peter were walking, jumping on Peter’s back. So, on Friday, you beat Slytherin by 150 points, after the snitch was captured, and it only took kissing your best friends five times to get there.
“If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962), dir. Robert Mulligan
Request: Request: A Peter Parker x Reader where the reader feels really bummed out and they are crying because they feel like they have so much in their plate and just needs time to breath. Reader lives one floor above Pete and at night since she can’t sleep she taps on his window and cuddles/spends the night with him. Peter is like taken aback because she always smiles.
A/N: Thank you for my first request! You know who you are and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged! I kinda made it a little out of hand so I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted~. I’m a sucker for the sads but there is still fluff.Not my gif, also sorry it’s from Chuck but I think it fits. Lastly, I’m terrible at titles.
Request: Hello❤️ im here to make a request! Can you do one where Peter wants the reader to leave neverland because he has to trick Wendy.. But the reader gets really hurt so she goes to the real world and tries to jump of a cliff…. But Peter comes and tells her everything and kiss..? With fluff? Thanks 😍😍😍
Warnings: Mild cursing
Neverland was home. It has always been home to you, for years now. Hundreds of years actually, or at least it felt that way. You forgot all about your old life, and embraced the family you had here. Everything was great, the lost boys were your brothers, and Peter was… well he was your best friend. It took awhile for him to warm up to you, especially since he still didn’t like the idea of a girl on his island, but he got there.
Neverland was full of danger and adventure, and you loved every second of it. That is until Wendy came.
It wasn’t that you hated Wendy, not at all. In fact the two of you became great friends. You showed her the ropes of Neverland, helped her get adjusted to life, and in return she was a listening ear for things the boy didn’t care for. The two of you were great together.
But that was the problem.
Peter didn’t like how close you had gotten to Wendy. He was angry at the fact that you two became each other’s best friends. It grated on his nerves. Why? Well, that was something you never understood.
The day Peter sent you away was kind of out of the blue. In all honesty there was nothing significant or special about it. You were out doing your chores, helping gather wood for the celebration later that night.
As you were picking up your pile you heard a woosh behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Peter there. You smiled, “Oh, hey. I wasn’t expecting to see you until later tonight.”
He stood for a moment, just staring at you. The smile was wiped off your face as you saw the distress in his eyes. You dropped the wood you were holding and stood up, “Is everything okay?”
He opened his mouth once, twice, before finally saying, “Y/N. You need to leave Neverland. I’m having the shadow bring you back home.”
You stared at Peter in disbelief, “Excuse me?”
There was guilt in his eyes, and he started to speak, but you cut him off, “Why? What did I do? I thought everything was great!” Tears started to fill your eyes, and you gave him a pleading look, “Please Peter, this is my home. I’m nothing without it.”
He stepped forward and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. He grabbed the back of your neck and kissed your forehead, “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I have to.”
In that moment you felt the shadow grab your arm. You let out a scream. You tried to grab onto Peter, but he only stepped back and watched as you struggled in the shadow’s grasp, sobbing as it pulled you away from the place that you loved. The last sight being Peter as he gazed up at you, a single tear dropping from his eye until he turned and walked away.
It’s been months now since you were kicked out of Neverland. Life in the land without magic was hard. The shadow dropped you off in the middle of the woods, and it took you forever to find your way to civilization.
You had nothing. You were living off of the streets, begging money from strangers, stealing food to eat, and trying to find a place to sleep at night and be safe from the creeps out there. You had no family, no home, no reason to live. Slowly but surely your will, your spirit was draining out of you until there was nothing left except an empty shell of who you were.
Life was bleak, and you were constantly plagued by a terrible sadness. You missed Neverland, you missed your boys. You tried to call the shadow back, you tried to get Peter to hear you, but they never answered. You were truly alone.
These were the thoughts that constantly haunted you until finally you snapped.
Your fingers were blue, your lips chapped, and your body constantly shaking from the cold.
You trudged your way through the woods, no sound except your gasps of breath and the snow crunching from your feet. You were pretty sure it was Christmas from the celebration in town, a time of happiness, of hope, but you had none.
You made your way to the top of the cliff. You looked over the edge and saw the black waves crashing at the rocks below. You glanced up and saw as the one star, your star, twinkled out at you, calling you back. Except now it was just mocking you, reminding you of what you were forced to leave behind. A tear slid down your rosy cheeks, and your teeth chattered as the breeze brushed your bare arms. You stared at the star one last time before turning around, taking a breath and letting yourself fall off the edge.
You stared ahead, everything in slow motion. Your hair whipped around you and the stars twinkled at you, no sound escaped your mouth as you closed your eyes, waiting for the cold waves to wrap around you.
Just as the sound of the waves hit its peak your body lurched, arms were wrapped around your waist and you felt the warmth of another body behind you as you were brought back to the top of the cliff.
As soon as you and the person landed you spun around, and you looked in disbelief as you saw a distressed looking Peter in front of you. His hair was messed up from the wind, and he was out of breath from how fast he was flying. He was visibly shaking, “What the bloody hell were you thinking?!” You continued to stare at him, “Why would you go and throw yourself off of a cliff like that?!” He started to pace, trying to find the words to say.
It was then that a sob tore through your chest, the sound stopping him in his place. He turned to you and watched as you collapsed onto your knees, hand pressed over your mouth as you cried. Guilt consumed him as he looked at you. You bones stuck out of you body from the lack of food, your eyes had heavy bags, and your face looked gaunt.
He walked over to you and bent down, taking you into his arms. You continued to cry, not able to find anything to say. He held onto you tight, as if he was afraid you would disappear from his grasp if he ever let go.
“You-you left me.” You croaked out, “You kicked me out of Neverland and dumped me here. I have nothing, Peter. Nothing.”
He hushed you, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of what to say, “You had gotten close with Wendy, and I needed her. I couldn’t let you get hurt in the process.”
You pulled away, “W-what?”
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, “I needed Wendy to get to her brothers, but you had became great friends that I knew you would be mad that I was using her.”
Your jaw dropped and you sat there for a moment, “You sent me away because you thought I’d be mad at you for using some girl to get the heart?!” You felt nothing but disbelief and anger, and you weren’t sure what to do, “Peter, I stood by your side for hundreds of years, and I would have killed anyone if it meant helping you succeed.” You shook your head, “I was willing to do anything for you, and you thought that was the one line I wouldn’t cross?”
He looked at you and you saw fear in his eyes, “I was afraid that if you saw the monster I truly was that you would never want to be with me.”
You wanted to scream, to shout, to do something, but you just placed a hand on his cheek and whispered, “I will always want to be with you.”
His green eyes pierced through you, and he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. Desperation, anguish, every emotion that filled you was poured into that kiss until the two of you pulled apart. His lips brushed yours as he said, “Oh God, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like this. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for this.”
You leaned your forehead against his and sighed, “Just take me home, Peter.”
He pecked your lips before picking you up. You leaned your head against his chest and closed your eyes as you took in his scent. You slipped into sleep, the last thing you heard was Peter as he said, “I love you, Y/N.”
“You know when I went to space, I expected to James Kirk the
place up and sleep with a bunch of aliens. I was even prepared for accidental
marriages, but this! This I was not
expecting.” Tony gestured to himself. He was decked out in a red and gold and
gold battle suit made from a material that Tony couldn’t wait to analyze and
recreate in his lab. The material was light and felt like spandex, but it could
hold up against blades and quite a few other types of attacks. It was also the
traditional wedding garb on the planet where Quill and him were.
Peter scrunched his face as he tugged on the collar of the
blue and gold suit he’d been forced to dawn. “You’re tone says this is my
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t. I said your tone did, and I don’t like it—your
tone that is. And at least you get to wear your favorite colors. I’m stuck in
this.” Peter paused as he fiddled with the wrist of his suit. “Do you think
they’d let me wear my coat to the ceremony?”
“Oh god, don’t.” Tony clutched his head with one hand and
grasped the edge of the bureau with the other. “We got into this mess because
you started dancing around me in front of them. With our luck, wearing the coat
will be a sign of war.”
“Oh, come on. What are the chances of that happening?”
“What were the chances of your dance being an alien race’s
mating dance? Also what were the additional odds of that race being against
mating dances and mating in general before marriage or whatever the heck they
call this ceremony?”
Peter opened his mouth to quip then shut it. He frowned as
he mulled over the odds.
Tony sighed. “Whatever. We get married, stay a few more days
while we refuel and fix up the ship, and then we hightail it out of here.”
“Speaking of tails and backsides…” Peter’s eyes roved over
Tony. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “May I just say that you look
amazing.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “How about we break a few laws and make sure
we’re sexually compatible before we get married?”
Tony scoffed, but was unable to fight his smile. “I love sex,
but even I’m not willing risk ending up in jail or killed for it. Besides,”
Tony smirked, “we already know we’re sexually compatible.”
Peter strolled up to Tony and put his hands on either side
of the genius, pinning Tony against the wall. “Yeah, but I preformed a mating
dance for you. Shouldn’t we mate?”
“First, you didn’t know it was a mating dance. Second, you
can mate with me after we’re married.”
Peter quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, I knew it was a mating dance.
I just didn’t know it was this race’s mating dance.”
Tony frowned, confused.
Peter’s grin grew. He leaned in close so his warm breath
ghosted Tony’s ear. “It was my personal mating dance for you. I don’t shake my
ass that much for just anyone.”
Tony shuddered, pleasure bubbling low and warmth spreading
through his body. He hummed thoughtfully as he turned and pecked Peter on the
cheek. “Sorry, hon, you have to wait for our marriage bed.”
Tony slipped out from under Peter’s arms.
Peter huffed. “So what are the odds that we can get our new
friends to speed up the ceremony so we can get to the mating part already?”
“I’m starting think you want me only for sex,” Tony feigned
“Listen, as a man who has traveled through several galaxies,
I can safely say there a very few people out there with an ass as nice as
yours. It’s my duty to worship and love that ass every chance I get.”
A blush rose up Tony’s neck. “You’re still not getting any
sex until we’re married.”