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I’ve seen the idea of Peter visiting Meredith’s grave once he gets back to Earth (be it in Infinity War or after or another time) and while I really love that thought, I also think that Peter would be the kind of guy to drag his new family along to have his Mum “meet” them, in a way. Not to mention that I can totally see the Guardians wanting to tag along, and be it just to the cemetery to be there if Peter should need them.

 

Just – this mismatched group wandering through Earth’s street, standing out so extremely, not really knowing if they should joke around on the way there to lighten the mood or if solemn silence is more fitting. Groot has sprouted flowers that Mantis is carrying, Kraglin and Gamora have changed into clothes that are more fitting the planet (“You do know the fin and the green skin are still standing out, right” – “Thanks Rocket, we wouldn’t have noticed”) while Drax could not be convinced to put on a shirt, and Rocket climbs up on Kraglin’s shoulder and insists he’s not going to run alongside them just because they all have way too long legs.

Peter basically pushes them forward towards the grave when they hesitate and shuffle around awkwardly at the cemetery’s gates

“It’s yer Momma, Pete…”

“Yeah, like, aren’t you supposed to want to talk to her alone or…?”

“Oh shut up,” Peter answers nonchalantly, laughing when they look offended. “She would want to meet the whole family.”

 

And after a while of awkward and solemn and sad silence, Peter tries to lighten the tales he tells Meredith’s grave by jokes and funnier stories, and his friends readily chime in with anecdotes from Peter’s childhood (Kraglin provides embarrassing memories of Peter all too happily until Rocket is basically howling with laughter), the latest trouble Peter has gotten into (“Do not worry, we take care of him” Drax assures, and Gamora adds “We try”) and Groot tells how “boring” as a parent’s figure Peter can be while Rocket translates - until Peter waves his arms and yells “Okay, okay, she got the gist, okay, enough embarrassing me, you jerks!”

And Mantis laughs and laughs because she’s the only one who can feel the longing and the love and who thinks that, for just a second, she felt something pass like a whisper, a Thank you breathed right into her ear – Thank you for taking care of him – before it’s drowned out by her bickering and laughing friends again.

Don’t just give me a grave-visit, give me a family (re)union.

Faith

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Okay, so this may seem a bit repetitive, seeing as I write quite a lot of Peter Parker imagines, but I can’t help that he’s so adorable. This is not edited. Also! Disclaimer: I have absolutely no medical experience. The only things that I know are from my mom, who is a nurse, and from watching Grey’s Anatomy, so yeah. Hope you enjoy!

-H

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Words: 2195

Warnings: Sadness

Song: Faith by Sleeping At Last


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Peter after Dunkirk

Aka a history nerd uses history to explain what happened next

Okay, Peter is a really interesting one. He bothered me for awhile because he didn’t make sense to me for the longest time.

Peter survives the war and Peter probably went on to work in code breaking at Bletchley.

Okay, so Peter is supposed to be 19 in Dunkirk. And when I read that, it didn’t make sense to me. He would have been 18 when the war broke out, and clearly the Dawsons are a very service/greater-good oriented family (See: Older bro being in RAF and also immediate jumping to help at Dunkirk) so it bugged me why Peter then hadn’t enlisted yet. But then it became obvious that he had to be doing something that was more important than fighting on the ground. Due to his age, and also the firmly upper-middle class status of the Dawsons, this means Peter was likely in university. 

So if Peter was in university, you get the sense that he would have stopped to enlist if it was something that wasn’t war-critical. Languages, history, literature; not war-critical. So it had to be something like engineering or medical. Medical is out because he asks Collins for medical advice when George (my sweet son) is injured. Engineering is also largely out because the Royal Engineers would have grabbed willing students and provided them with accelerated training to get them out in the field faster. But what if it was math? 

First, So Mr Dawson is apparently a banker. This roots the importance of math firmly in Peter’s daily life. Second, math was considered war-critical because it was being used in code breaking efforts by MI5. The British government recruited tens of mathematicians for code breaking during the war, so women who excelled in math and the top boys in university for math were scooped and sent to Bletchley. 

This falls in line with Peter logically, but would also expand on the film’s narrative that Peter has largely become disillusioned with the front lines and ‘heroic soldier’ aspect of the war. From the soldier who ultimately killed George, to Collins who couldn’t help George, Peter’s silence to Alex’s “We let you all down, didn’t we?” speaks volumes. Peter would have jumped at the chance to help the war effort on a grander scale removed from the people who ultimately let him down. 

@phil-the-stone can we consider this one as a “holding hands”?

Everything great about Tony Stark in Spider-Man Homecoming:

  • He was totally cool with Peter making a vlog and went along with it
  • He made an inappropriate flirtatious comment about Aunt May and immediately apologized for it
  • The way he acted for that entire scene.
  • Like… he knew Peter was really looking up to him and he had no idea how to handle that and he tried his best to play it cool.
  • “Bye.“
  • He saved Peter’s life from THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD!!
  • He installed Peter’s suit with anything that would keep him safe, including a parachute and a goddamn heater because what if my son goes out and it’s cold and he forgot a sweater?
  • He called the FBI about the weapons and told Peter to stay away from it because he didn’t want Peter to get in any more danger
  • He called Peter to tell him he was proud of Peter’s work at Washington DC and that he had underestimated him.
  • He went into ‘Suspicious Dad‘ mode the instant he heard the siren on the boat.
  • “Hey, Spider-Man. How’s band practice?”
  • Translation: “you are so grounded.“
  • He told Peter off and then went ‘Great, now I sound like my dad.‘ Oh god, he’s still haunted by how badly his father raised and he doesn’t want to have the same impact on Peter. This man needs a hug like, now.
  • “If you’re nothing without this suit, than you shouldn’t have it.“
  • He made an ENTIRE NEW SUIT for him and was totally ready to unveil Spider-Man as a new Avenger to the world because he is just so proud of his Spider son.
  • He doesn’t object when Peter says no and decides to go back to just being a friendly neighbor hood superhero for the time being.
  • HE’S BACK TOGETHER WITH PEPPER!!
  • He gave Peter his suit back.
Side to Side

Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2465

Warning(s): Some swear words, slight smut (Nothing crazy but it goes there)

Requests: I have like 10 followers so like none of you pay attention to me (jk jk you guys are cool)

Song: Side to Side  (duh) by Ariana Grande

Author’s Note: This is kinda crap but I’m totally obsessed with Tom Holland and Spider-Man Homecoming so come on this wild ride and be trash with me! Give me feedback please I promise I’ll get to it in like 10 years

Summary: Reader and Peter (slant rhyme woo) are friends and both on the Avengers. They’re training in the gym and things get s t e a m y…

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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Okay so: when Peter was 14, he made his spider-outfit big and baggy so he could wear it with just a sports bra under it so he wouldn’t be exercising with a binder on.  When he got Tony’s first spider-suit, he went ahead and wore a binder under it because by that time he’d figured out that super-strength (and super-healing) kept his lungs and ribs safe.

When Tony found out that he was wearing a binder under his suit, he freaked out and told Peter that just because you have superpowers doesn’t mean you can suffocate yourself all day.  Peter refused to stop Spider-Manning in his binder, and Tony finally said “okay, what about surgery then?”  Peter hadn’t even thought of that as a possibility because of lack of money and being a minor, but Tony insisted that it was an investment in the protection of the city and found a surgeon who would work with permission from a guardian plus letters from psychiatrists.

When Peter was almost 15, Tony talked the surgeon into working with Bruce to find ways to operate successfully on someone with super-healing and talked the surgeon into operating with Peter’s mask on.  (Convincing him to accept guardian’s permission and letters without Peter’s name on them was actually the hard part; the surgeon was very excited to work on someone with superpowers.)

For Peter, the worst part was the period he wasn’t able to go out as Spider-Man.  They had to temporarily slow down his super-healing in order to operate, so for the first two weeks he healed only a bit faster than a standard human, and his arms wouldn’t move properly and his chest hurt and there was no way Tony was letting him go swing around the city and tear open his stitches, especially when his healing factor was offline.

When Peter was 15, his super-healing had fully taken care of his incisions, like they were never there, and he only had the occasional twinge - apparently healing factors don’t entirely eliminate the effects of nerve damage.

When Peter was 15, he went swimming for the first time since he was 7.

When Peter was 15, he could breathe.

Rivals? || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2238 words

Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense

No spoilers homie

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s ​daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.

The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.

Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.

After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.

Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.

Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.

“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.

“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.

“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.

Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.

“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”

Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.

She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.

Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.


Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.

“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.

Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.

“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.

“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.

Y/N had found a couple of her friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.

Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”

About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of her friends exclaimed.

“Yeah let’s go.” Herr other friend yelled.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She shouted over the loud music. Her friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of her arms, dragging her in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. She looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.

Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.

“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”

It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.

“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.

“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.

It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.

Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.

“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.

His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.

Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.

“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.

Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” She chuckled starting to back away. 

Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?” 

Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.

Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”

Part Two

Kissing, Interrupted.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?

Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.


Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.

For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up. 

Hey, it happens… right?

Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”

Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.

And don’t even get started on boys.

Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.

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Sirius Black's Tattoos

When Sirius was sixteen, he and James went to a tattoo parlor in knockturn ally, a place that didn’t ask questions, and Sirius got a black sheep tattooed.
It might have been silly, but he was drunk, just been disowned and James was seventeen with an apperating license. He still has it, he and Tonks would make puns about being “black sheeps” of the family.

On the day that Remus came back from a mission for the order, Sirius had forgotten that it had been the full moon. Remus came back with new scars, a big one across his neck that could have killed him. Sirius felt awful, Remus brushed it off. So Sirius got a moon tattoo that changed with the phases of the moon. He never told anyone, but even when he was in prison, he would cry every full moon.

On the day of Lily and James’ wedding, Peter and Sirius went to get Sirius another tattoo. It was a doe and a stag, with white lilies. It was the biggest tattoo he’s ever gotten, but he smiled whenever he saw it.
When Lily saw it, she called him an idiot that hugged him, kissing him on the cheek.
The day they died, Sirius watched as the lilies died on his skin.

When Harry was born, Sirius got the date, time (to the second) and year Harry was born, with a baby stag underneath, charmed to grow with Harry (which a) cost a lot, and b) Sirius swore he would get a similar one for the next potter that roles around)

Sirius got a lot of tattoos. Not all of them had meaning, but some honorable mentions include:
- A heart that Lily would always draw on his wrist. Lily would colour in when they had coffee.
- Remus’ kiss mark. Moony was drunk, Alice had lipstick, he kissed Sirius’ parchment. Sirius kept it, never showed that tattoo to anyone.
- James’ horrible handwriting. When they were working on the Marauders Map, he had a note book that he always wrote in. James had written Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs in messy, smudged, left handed scroll.

Remus only ever got one tattoo. It was a note that Sirius left when he went after Harry. Remus found it after the department of mysteries battle. It said:
Moons,
I’m going after Harry
I know it stupid, but he’s what I have left
I’ll be fine. But if I’m not, make sure you know it’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself.
Don’t worry, Moony.
- Pads

He got the entire thing tattooed on his ribcage, where there wasn’t any scars. Along with a stag head that James drew in fifth year. Tonks never questioned it. She never commented on the fact that Remus had a picture of him and Sirius kissing. She never cared.
He did.