Still Peter Parker - Peter Parker X Reader

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“Illusions” | request by @mischiefinthedungeons

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

Stones (Steve x Reader)

Request: Can you write about the reader and Steve having a child??? 

Word Count: 1,002

AN: I may have taken a different approach to your prompt… 

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1945

You came to pay your respects.

Everything around you feels cold and dreary, only adding to the numbness you feel. The clouds turn darker rapidly, filling up with a million droplets of rain, ready to fall at any given second. The wind blows straight through you, right to the bone, making you wrap your arms tightly around your chest. You can’t help but shake your head at how the weather always reflects your mood whenever you walk down this path.

With your heels digging into the gravel path, your eyes find the large stone that you’ve came here for. As you walk closer, you discover that the stone is decorated with more roses than in all of New York. The red and white petals make your heart clench. You stand in front of the patriotically adorned rock, and freeze at the haunting name engraved upon it.

You kneel in the damp grass that lays in front of the tombstone and bring your hand up to the chilled stone, tracing your fingers over the letters. “Hey,” you whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t come yesterday.” You take a long pause, anticipating a response, craving to hear the sound of his voice one last time. After a moment, a tear falls down your cheek as you realize that it will never come; you’ll never get the chance to hear him say your name, or even laugh, ever again.

“I have big news, Stevie.” You viscously wipe away at the tears that have fallen, and reach into your pocket to find the note that your had doctor given you earlier today. The messy writing thats sprawled across the crumpled paper appears to be abstract letters, but you know exactly what it’s supposed to mean. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Silence looms through the air, making the setting feel even more solemn that it did mere seconds ago. You stay there holding your breath, waiting for the feeling of his fingers as they would brush down you cheek reassuring you that everything would be fine, fully knowing that it will never happen again.

“I’m scared.” 

2011

It had been exactly twenty-four hours since Steve had awoken from his seventy year slumber. Within those hours, it only took four to find your location, but he had to fight like hell to get it. 

He was praying that you would be living in a house somewhere, and everywhere you looked in that house would be pictures of you and your family. He hoped that you would have two matching chairs placed in front of a fireplace where you and your husband would talk about the fond memories you’ve shared with each other.

He wanted nothing more than for you to have lived the life you and him planned out together. As long as you didn’t miss out on your chance to live, then he was fine on missing his own. Unfortunately when he was given your location it was far from what he had hoped. 

It was a plot number for a cemetery.

-

Steve secures his hood tightly around his head, and looks down to the ground as he makes his way up the hill where you lie eternally. With every step he takes, his chest becomes tighter and his heart beats faster. He’d rather go through the pain of being injected with the Super Solider serum all over agin then the pain he’s feeling right now.

With his mind rambling on and on, he doesn’t notice that he’s standing in front of your tombstone until a rain drop falls on his nose. Snapping out of it, Steve looks up to the sky then back to the ground. 

His heart sinks when he figures out where he’s standing.

‘[Y/N] [L/N] 1927-2008′

He feels a sudden weight fall on his shoulders. It feels as if a boulder was thrown onto him and he couldn’t stand any longer. His breaths become short and rapid, desperate for air. His body started to become numb, too numb to even shed a tear.

The reality of what his life has become finally caught up to him, and it left a hole straight through his heart that could never be filled.

“Excuse me,” A frail voice calls from behind him. Steve take a couple of deep breaths, attempting to gain some composure. “Are you okay, Sir?”

Steve turns and finds an older woman holding a bouquet of white lilies. Her face shows signs of concern, and her eyes display a glimmer of curiosity. 

With another breath, Steve adjusts his sunglasses and tries his best at a smile. “I’m okay, ma’am.”

“If you don’t mind by me asking, who are you? I’ve never seen you at my mother’s grave before.”

Both relief and sadness wash over Steve at that moment. He wanted nothing more than for you to be able to move on, and this woman standing in front of him, your daughter, is proof of that. Although, the sadness he feels is because he always pictured you and him having a family, and he can’t help but feel heartbroken that he missed out on his chance to live the life he wanted. 

The life with you.

“I’m just an old friend of your mother’s.” He looks back to your grave with a sad smile. “I wanted to say goodbye.” 

The woman opens he mouth to respond, but Steve sends her a curt nod. “Have a good day, ma’am.” Feeling as if he carries a wound in his chest forever more, he steps away from where you rest, leaving both you and your daughter.

He walks away not knowing that he’s getting further from his family with each step.

Burglary doesn’t suit you

Pietro Maximoff (quicksilver) x reader

Word count: 1434

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite birthday girl @hipster-fandomblr because she’s such a huge fan of Pietro! Happy birthday, Mirte! I hope I did him justice! <3

“Get me the intel, they said, you’ll be fine, they said,” you muttered mockingly as you crept around the house, looking for an entrance. You’d waited until it was dark enough to walk around without getting seen, but you were already regretting your decision as you realised you had overestimated your skills and you had no idea how to actually get inside the house. Seeing as this was the first time your boss had sent you on a mission of your own, you’d been a little too excited about the money you would receive to care about preparing the break-in.

You had liked to think of yourself as a badass spy on a super-secret mission, however reality had soon hit you in the face when you’d figured out your boss was just a fat rich guy ordering people around to do his dirty business for him. Of course once you’d discovered the things he was doing weren’t exactly very legal, you’d tried to leave. But then you remembered how much money you were earning right now and, well, it’s not like part-time babysitting was a well-paid job.

So here you were, wasting your Friday night when you could have been binging Supernatural while wrapped in a blanket on the couch. You arrived at the backdoor of the house and of course you weren’t lucky enough for it to just be open. You sighed and opened your bag, having received a lock pick from your boss. Unfortunately, you’d never actually practiced using it before and after a few tries you groaned in frustration and threw it on the ground. You realised your mistake and flinched as it hit the ground with a loud clank sound. You hissed as you quickly picked it up and waited anxiously for any reaction.

After a couple of minutes of silence, you assumed anyone who heard you had already moved on and you carefully put the device in your backpack. Throwing one last angry look at the backdoor, you started searching for a different entrance. Luckily, you didn’t have to search very far as you immediately noticed an open window a couple of feet further. You cursed yourself for not noticing it sooner and made your way to the window. You pushed it open and started climbing, having to start over a couple of times and eventually ending up lying on the windowsill, panting, one leg inside the house and the other still dangling outside the window. You tried to slowly let go of the windowsill and lower yourself onto the floor, but gravity wasn’t on your side as you let go too soon and crashed down onto the floor. You stiffened, staying down for a couple of seconds, before deciding nobody was home and scrambling up from the floor.

You sighed as you looked around, trying to figure out which room you’d broken into. You cursed yourself - again – for being so incredibly unprepared and not bringing a flashlight. You considered turning on the light for a second, before deciding it would probably raise suspicion and you didn’t want to screw up your last chance of not getting discovered. Finally focusing on the outline of a couch, you realised you’d ended up in the living room. You slowly made your way through the room, occasionally groaning as you bumped into things standing in your way. As you finally reached a door that led you to the hallway, you sighed and you peered into the darkness, trying to figure out which door would lead you to the room you needed.

You were about to randomly choose a door and go for it, when a gravelly voice behind you startled you.

“Could you use some light, maybe?”

You screamed and quickly turned around in terror, immediately noticing a man standing in the middle of the living room. Your eyes widened as you realised you’d been caught and your mind raced to find a way out. Eyeing the still open window, you didn’t hesitate to make a run for it.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get very far. In a flash, the man was standing in front of you and you ran right into him. He quickly grabbed your arms to keep you upright.

“Now, dragă, that really won’t do.” The man took a step closer as he chuckled and crossed his arms, towering over you.

Your brain tried to process how fast the man had appeared in front of you and realisation dawned on you that this was the one and only Quicksilver aka Pietro Maximoff standing in front of you. He watched in amusement as your eyes widened with recognition and suddenly you became aware of how close the two of you were standing to each other. You blushed as you took in his shirtless appearance and you hastily focused on his face. However, you soon realised his face was equally distracting as his hair was extremely messy like he had just woken up, which was probably the case as it was the middle of the night. He looked tired and, admittedly, very cute with a lazy smile lingering on his face as he watched you freak out in front of him. His eyes were the bluest you’d ever seen and as the two of you were illuminated by the moonlight, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at his muscles and you could’ve sworn he was flexing on purpose.

You took a deep breath and quickly looked back at his face, trying to figure out a way to talk yourself out of the situation.

“I can explain this.” You started, immediately cursing yourself because of course you couldn’t explain it, I mean, what were you going to say? ‘Excuse me, Mr Quicksilver, I got lost and somehow ended up in your house in the middle of the night!’?

“You mean you didn’t just break into my house?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair, definitely flexing his muscles. Dammit. “Because it kind of looks like you did, dragă.”

“Wh- what? No! Of course not! I- uhm- I mean I didn’t know it was your house obviously,” You stammered, your eyes fixed on his face to avoid getting distracted by his absolutely gorgeous abs that are probably shaped by God himself.

You hadn’t realised you’d taken a step back until he stepped closer again.

“Why are you blushing, prinţesă,” He smirked, looking down at you, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What do you mean ‘I’m blushing’, I’m not blushing, you’re blushing!” You scoffed as you straightened and lifted your head up high in defiance. “What are you doing anyway? I broke into your house, shouldn’t you be calling the police instead of standing here and talking?” You challenged.

Which was a stupid thing to do because of course you didn’t want to get arrested, but currently you were standing in front of world’s hottest superhero and you just tried to rob him obviously this was going to turn out great. All you wanted was to get as far away as fast as possible because was it just you or was it getting really hot in here?

He chuckled. “You’re pretty cute for a burglar, I don’t think I want the police interrupting us.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, your eyes still focused on his face in a desperate attempt to ignore his glorious body. You cursed him silently, who the hell sleeps shirtless anyway?

“I don’t think flirting is the best way to fight crime, honestly” You blurted out, getting increasingly nervous as he stared at you intently with that stupid smirk of his.

He laughed loudly at your comment. “I don’t think I can call what you just did a crime, prinţesă.”

You let out a breath, suddenly letting go of all the tension you were holding. “I broke into your house!” You exclaimed, for some reason feeling offended he didn’t think you were a criminal.

Seeing how upset you looked, he chuckled. “To be honest, I heard you trying to pick the lock and I didn’t stop you so technically I let you in.”

“I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“I don’t know, it seems like a great idea to me,” He smirked as he lifted your chin, “At least now I get to do this.” He muttered as he leaned down and closed the gap between you.

Pulling back for a second, you mumbled, “You know what, I changed my mind, this was the best idea ever.” He chuckled before reconnecting your lips once again.

I Don't Deserve You {Peter Parker x Reader}

Peter looked at you with so much hurt in his eyes knowing you wouldn’t want to end something like this, he didn’t want to end something like this.

“Listen, I don’t deserve you okay. You’re beautiful and smart and funny. You’re perfect, you deserve someone who’ll be there for you, who wouldn’t ditch you in the middle of dates. Who would hug you when you’re scared and all. Y/N you deserve more than what I can offer.” He says

“Peter, if there’s anyone here who doesn’t deserve their partner it’s me. I understand why you have to ditch me at times, I understand why you can’t always hug me when I’m scared but that’s okay because I know you’re doing something for the greater good. Peter I love you.” You tell him, tears stinging in your eyes and you’re mouth trying to hold inter sobs that could escape at any moment. You couldn’t believe both of you would just walk away. You didn’t want to. Peter didn’t want to.

“Y/N, I love you so much but you need to be with someone who truly makes you happy–” you cut him off, tears now flowing from your eyes like an endless stream.

“YOU MAKE ME HAPPY! Peter you make me so happy you don’t even know how much.” Peter tried to argue but I guess he saw that there was nothing to fight for.

“I don’t know what to fight for anymore.” He murmurs.

“US! Fight for us Peter because I know you love me you’ll fight for us.” You sob. You look at Peter and he’s crying too, he doesn’t want to do this but he’s thinking about what would happen if you continued to be in a relationship with you, the thought of losing you to one of his enemies kept him up all night.

“Peter, you won’t lose me.” You whisper. He looks up at you with a bit of hope in his eyes, hope to know that he deserves to love and be happy whilst being Spider-Man.

“You won’t lose me too.”

Every Word - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 890 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Featuring: a lot of people Warnings: swearing, sick Requested by @lclb12 “You’re sick with the flu and no one wants to come near you except for Bucky. Bucky gets you everything you need, but the only thing you ever wanted was his love. One night you were half asleep when he tells you he’s in love with you. You had heard every word he said and you tell him you love him unconditionally.” Authors Note: sorry it’s a bit shorter i didn’t have much time to write this one.

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You had been in your bed for two days now. You only got out of bed when food was placed outside of your room, and when you had to use the bathroom. Which, the bathroom had been a “(Y/N) ONLY ZONE” until you got better.

You didn’t really know how you got the flu, but you did know that it sucked. No one wanted to even go near you in fear that they would catch it, and you could barely leave your bed.

Everyone just seemed to assume that it came from all the missions you’ve been taking on recently. You were pissed, nonetheless, you really just wanted to help the team out and take down the bad guys.

You also had a problem of zoning out and having major daydreams or flashbacks while being sick. You were only brought back to reality by your phone buzzing with texts.

From: “Man made of Iron” How are ya doing?

From: bird suit are you done being sick yet

From: Wanda: the awesome telekinetic Do you need anything? I can send it to your room.

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