#this book btw was so badly written at the beginning that i almost gave up on it but i was intrigued enough to suffer through

[dandyshucks]

I've been so focused on the robot/human romance in this audiobook I've been listening to that I.... forgot about the whole plot where they have to rescue the grandfather... 😭

[sterekshaven]

#111 from the Angst/Horror prompts? Your writing is fabulous btw!! 💕 (beaconhills-wolfpack)

Thank you so much! ♥♥♥ This one got away from me a little, my idea was like 500 words, this is three times that, at 1,6k. It’s a little angsty, but not too much, I don’t think. Anyway, I hope you like this! Thank you again for your kind words, and thank you for sending me a prompt!! ♥♥♥

(on ao3)

Stiles wasn’t surprised when Derek looked extra miserable after the whole Jennifer/Julia debacle. He also felt like shit for throwing it in Derek’s face, but he had been too scared, too upset. It wasn’t an excuse, he knew that, and he made a promise to himself to apologize to Derek the next time he saw him.

That didn’t happen though, Derek kept away and he barely responded to texts. Stiles knew he had his sister, had just gotten her back, so he figured he’d give him some space, but then he found out from Isaac that Cora had gone back to South America alone. It took him two days to make up his mind.

“What are you doing here.”

Derek’s arms were crossed defensively and he was glaring at Stiles, who looked around the loft before looking at Derek.

“I came to apologize and to see how you are.”

Derek’s frown deepened, but he looked a little confused.

“Apologize?”

Stiles nodded. “I was scared, I was terrified, but I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t your fault, none of it was.” He looked Derek in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Derek just looked at him, frown in place, arms in place. “What?” he asked, and his small voice didn’t match how gruff he looked.

“I’m sorry I threw Kate and Jennifer in your face at the hospital, and I’m sorry I made it sound like it was your fault Jennifer took dad.”

“Oh.” Derek swallowed roughly, nodded a little. “You were scared, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, but thanks,” Stiles said, smiling sadly. “How are you, though? I heard Cora left again?”

Derek’s arms lowered a little, and suddenly he didn’t look aggressive and defensive, he looked more like he was trying to hold himself together. “Yeah, she-. I’m fine, Stiles.”

“Obviously,” Stiles said. He nodded and looked around the loft again. “And you’re staying here?”

“Where else would I go?” Derek asked, and he sounded almost defiant.

“Yeah, I guess.” Stiles got his phone out and started texting while Derek stood there, glaring at him.

>> Can Derek stay in our guestroom?

“So, if there’s nothing else,” Derek said, just as Stiles’ dad replied.

Yes.

“We have a guestroom,” Stiles said and looked up at Derek. “Will you stay with us a little? You shouldn’t-.” He looked around the loft, at the broken skylights, at the still damp concrete floors, at the spot where Boyd had died. He looked back at Derek. “Please?”

“What about your dad?” Derek asked, and it was so clear he tried to be gruff, but his facade was cracking and he just looked small and so fucking sad.

“He says yes,” Stiles said. “Please, Derek. You can’t stay here.”

The first few days Derek looked like he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He didn’t unpack anything, he constantly cleaned up after himself, it was like he didn’t want to be noticed. John pretended to be oblivious to it all, Stiles knew that he was well aware of everything, but he just smiled at Derek, put a hand on his shoulder, called him son and pretended he didn’t notice Derek crumble. And Derek crumbled. After a couple of days Stiles waited until his dad had left the room, then he silently pulled Derek into a hug, and Derek clung to him.

“It’s okay,” Stiles said quietly. “I’ve got you. We’ve got you, it’s okay.”

He pretended he didn’t notice the wet spot on his shoulder and Derek’s red-rimmed eyes, instead he made them tea and dragged Derek to the living room and started The Princess Bride. Then he pretended he didn’t notice Derek falling asleep with his head on Stiles’ shoulder.

Derek was easy to read, much easier to read than he probably wanted, but Stiles was glad for it. It was easy to see when he could pull Derek into a hug or when it would be unwelcome, and it was easy to see when to watch a movie as an excuse to be close. It was easy to see how he slowly relaxed, living with the Stilinskis, that he started to smile ever so softly whenever John called him son, and that he didn’t look so haunted all the time.

He had lived with them for almost a month when they were watching a movie one night. Derek was leaned against Stiles, who was comfortably relaxed and pretty close to dozing off.

“Thank you,” Derek said quietly, and Stiles hummed in question. “For making me leave the loft.”

“Yeah, that place was bad,” Stiles said. He rubbed a hand over his eyes to wake himself up a little. “Are you-. How are you?”

“I’m… better than I was.”

“I’m glad,” Stiles said.

They were quiet for a while, and Stiles snaked his arm out from between them so he could put it behind Derek’s shoulders. Derek let himself be jostled, and Stiles smiled as he thoughtlessly pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to his temple. He stiffened when he realized what he had done, but he wasn’t prepared for Derek to put his hands over his face and sob.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles said urgently. “I’m sorry, Derek, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry.”

He wanted to back away, to give Derek space, but Derek stayed and since he was more or less in Stiles’ arms, Stiles stayed too.

“It’s fine, it’s not that,” Derek said, his voice wobbly and rough.

Stiles rubbed his shoulder, held him a little tighter. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Wiping his eyes, Derek sighed before letting his hands drop to his lap. “I’m tired of getting wounds that will never heal,” he said, and he sounded so resigned.

“You will heal, eventually,” Stiles said. “We’ll make sure of it, okay?”

Derek huffed out a breath and leaned his head back against the couch, effectively trapping Stiles’ arm behind his neck.

”How-.” He turned his head to look at Stiles, only to frown and look at something behind Stiles. ”I can’t trust myself with relationships.”

Stiles could see how that could be a problem for Derek, so he nodded. ”Yeah. I mean, it’s not your fault, but I get it.”

Derek nodded and looked at the TV again, at the movie Stiles had forgotten they were watching. He halfheartedly watched the rest of it, but his mind was on Derek, on how to help him. When the movie was over he had the beginning of a plan formed, and gently woke Derek up so they could go to bed.

Finding a therapist that was in the know turned out to be ridiculously easy, and the next evening Stiles gave Derek a note with a phone number written on it. Derek frowned as he accepted the note and he looked almost scared when he looked at Stiles.

”What’s this?”

“A therapist, a werewolf, in Beacon Valley. He’s well recommended, and I’ve booked an appointment for me already, figured it could be good to talk… a lot of shit through.”

Derek nodded, then his jaw worked a moment before he swallowed roughly and nodded again. ”Yeah, probably.”

He went to his room after that, and when Stiles didn’t see him for the rest of the night he hoped he hadn’t overstepped too badly.

He was glad to realize he hadn’t when Derek about a week later quietly mentioned he had an appointment that day. Other than that he didn’t talk about it, but Stiles didn’t really want to talk about his own therapy either, so he got it, and neither he nor John pushed it.

While Stiles mostly had booked an appointment for himself for Derek’s sake he was glad he had. It was good to talk to the therapist, and after just a few sessions Stiles felt himself breathe a little easier. Some days he felt very fragile after therapy though, the tiniest things would have him tear up. Stiles spent some of those days alone in his room, where he could cry in peace, but some of them he needed to be with his dad and Derek, needed to know they were there and alive. Derek quietly accepted his hugs those days and never mentioned any tears, just held Stiles when he needed it.

After dinner one of Derek’s therapy days he started to leave the kitchen, only to pause and turn to Stiles and John. He looked small and fragile as he swallowed roughly, not looking at either of them.

“Are-. Is it okay that I’m still staying here?” he asked quietly. “I could-.”

“It’s fine, Derek,” John interrupted softly. “I, for one, am glad to have you here, and I know I sleep better knowing you are.”

Derek looked at Stiles, who smiled. “Me too,” he said. “I like having you around.”

Derek smiled, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile, and nodded. “Thank you. That’s-. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it, son,” John said and squeezed Derek’s shoulder.

When he had left the room Derek cleared his throat. “Want to watch a movie?”

Stiles beamed at him. “Yeah, sure.”

He was fairly sure Derek was well aware of how much Stiles loved watching movies as a poor excuse to cuddle on the couch, but Derek seemed to like it pretty much too, so Stiles didn’t really care.

They were more than halfway through the movie when Derek leaned his head back against the couch. He was looking at the ceiling when he spoke softly. “I don’t know if I’ll ever fully trust myself in a relationship,” he said. “Dr. Allen says I’ll get there though.”

“I hope so,” Stiles said.

Derek took Stiles’ hand in his, and he looked at him as he slowly brought it to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to it. “I do, too.”

[minnie-marvel]

Operation Juliet (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 3 [finale]

You’ve been head over heels for Peter Parker for almost a year hiding your feelings behind love letters that you never thought would reach him. When your best friend slips one into your locker, you give up on hiding your letters from Peter and begin to slip them into his locker on a daily basis. Peter is through with not knowing who you are so he and Ned finally decide to engage in a proper investigation to figure out your identity!

Peter Parker x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

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A/N:Finally!! The curtain comes to a close on this romantic sap of a fic!! I’m so glad you all enjoyed this piece it was honestly a freaking delight to create this. Like writing love letters is so fun and sweet If only i had someone to write some to hahaha

Before we go on although I’d like to bring your attention to this MASTERPIECE @seven-magic-sins drew for this fic!!! PLEASE CHECK OUT THEIR ART WHAT THEY DID WAS SUPER SWEET AND THEY DESERVE ALL THE LOVE!!!!

(BTW if anyone makes fanart for my fics you bet your sweet ass I’ll be featuring it in my works!!! It’s too thoughtful to ignore!!! As long as it’s PG I’ll be putting it on the next update of said fic!!!)

Now then, let’s get to the good stuff shall we?

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His breathing stopped, his heart froze, his eyes locked onto your notebook where your name was written in a perfectly adorable script that he had only seen once before.

“Thanks!!” you chirped innocently as Peter handed you your notebook trying to keep himself from bursting into flames at the mere sight of you.  He didn’t meet your eyes for a moment as he mumbled a quick “no problem” to you. When he was finally able to peel his gaze back from the floor, he nearly fell over again. He was stunned at how cool and collective you were being, despite your underlying romantic demeanor. You were the girl he was looking for, his Juliet.

Unfortunately for you, you were about as oblivious as Peter, and didn’t notice his obvious ogling over you. Or maybe you were just completely thrown off due to the fact that Peter was actually talking to you in the first place?

Peter’s brain felt clogged with all of the incoming messages his heart was seemingly telling him. It was screaming that he was an idiot, a dork and super lame for not being able to come up with anything to say for at least three minutes. You both were left in a very awkward silence, neither of you being able to believe that you were actually talking to the other person.

“So uh… my friend said she talked to you about Spiderman today!” You felt your voice crack again. Godamnit. He had to take a moment to think back to who you could possibly be talking about. Was it a girl? Or worse, maybe a boy? That’s when the realization struck him like a brick to the head.

“Oh yeah!! The girl on track.. what was her name?? Sorry, I’m like… really bad with those.” He said quickly. You shook your head happy that you had gotten a conversation flowing. “Eve!” you answered. You weren’t going to tell him that she was essentially your distraction, but it wasn’t like you had to anymore, Peter had soon pieced together your little plan to throw him off.

He felt his brain slap himself. Oh, you were good, too good.

“Right…” he said softly. “You know Y/N, I never really see you around school! Where are you always hiding?” he gave a soft laugh that sent your heart sky high. Ah yes, that was why you were in love with him. It wasn’t that you had forgotten, but seeing Peter being so adorable in person seemed to make you fall all over again.

You blushed realizing you had let a second or two fly by before responding due to you swooning over him internally. “Oh well, I’m not exactly in your classes, I’m just a grade below you but…there’s always passing!!” You said quickly to make up for the lost time. You felt embarrassment sink in your chest. You really hoped he didn’t suddenly see you as some squabbling infant in comparison to him.

“That makes sense…” He said a little too thoughtfully for your taste. Oh god, why was he saying it like that?? Were you drooling?? You were probably drooling. You wiped your mouth slightly despite no saliva being present. “It’s too bad, it would be cool to see you around more often, you’re a pretty sweet person!”

911? Yes, you’d like to report a homicide. This boy had practically shot you in the heart.

You started to giggle like an idiot. “N-no not really..!!” you said trying to look away from him. Peter couldn’t help but give a laugh as well. Boy, if you were this bashful over a small compliment, who knew what you would do if he actually told you how he thought you were a literal angel sent from heaven that he didn’t know he deserved.

You felt the train slowly pull to a stop and felt your heart tear slightly as Peter started to move. “This is me,” He said sadly himself. He wanted to tell you he knew you, so badly. Not that he had known you from your first day of school when you dropped your books all over the floor just as you did a few minutes ago. He wanted to tell you that he knew you and everything that your heart wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell you that his heart wanted to speak to yours too.

“Bye Peter!” You waved to him as he took a step off the bus. He gave you a smile that made you want to faint before walking off into the distance while the train pulled off again. Peter pulled his phone out almost immediately texting Ned.

‘Ned. Emergency. I know who Juliet is.’ --- Ned had met Peter at his apartment as soon as he could. Overwatch would have to wait, it wasn’t every day he and Peter had a cute girl pinning after one of them.

“Oh!! Y/N!” Ned said stroking his chin as he spun in Peter’s chair. “I see her a lot in the library,” he thought allowed. “She’s super quiet though I’ve never even heard her speak before…” his hand dropped to his side in disbelief. “I can’t believe she of all people is… Juliet.” He shrugged.

“What?? Dude, she’s like perfect come on!!!” Peter shouted.

“No, no, bro I’m not saying she’s not perfect!! I just didn’t think it would be her,” Ned said. He stood still for a moment before turning fully to him. “How are you gonna tell her Pete?”

Peter pursed his lips. “Well, there’s only one thing I can do,” He said simply. --- You hummed softly to yourself, you were having a fantastic day. You had gotten an A on your math test which you were convinced that you had failed (math and science was never your strong suits). You had finished one of your reading assignments freeing your weekend up, and on top of all that, yesterday’s conversation with Peter still left you feeling on top of the world. 

The last bell of the day had rung and your felt your excitement grow. The weekend was here and you were free to do whatever you pleased.  You opened up your locker to pack up your things for the weekend when you felt something tap your feet. Your eyes naturally glanced at the floor and you felt your chest clench.

There was a small envelope lying at your feet with your name written on its front. 

You swept it into your hands almost immediately, fearful that it might disappear if you didn’t pick it up quick enough. Your fingers trembled as they slowly tore through the paper revealing a letter inside. You felt your skin shake as you read.

To the silently sweet Y/N, who writes from afar,

   Okay, first off, I know this is super cheesy and a dumb attempt to try and copy what you’ve mastered. What you’ve created for the past month is not something as simple as letters Y/N; it’s an art.    I’m an idiot for not realizing sooner. You’d think someone who’s gained a full-time internship to Stark labs would have known better. Enough about me although, I’m sure you’ve had enough letters about me in your hands long enough. It’s time for me to finally return your favor.    If you are as loving, intelligent, and beautiful as Juliet, am I even worthy to be your Romeo? I’ve never been one to be very confident, but I think I’d do a better job than a Montague of being your one true love. That is if you’d still want to love a dork like me who couldn’t figure you out till now.    Your letters have created a change in me; they’ve started a fire in my heart that I can’t control any longer. At first, it was a spark, then a steady flame, and now Y/N? Well, I don’t even think a typhoon could smother out the wildfire that explodes when I think about how perfect you are, and how I don’t deserve you.   There’s so much more I want to tell you, but I think you deserve a better explanation than a letter that’s practically a steaming pile of crap in comparison to your masterpieces. Will you let me explain? I hope you will Y/N.

Signed,

Your hopelessly romantic Romeo

Peter

You knew this was good news. Hell, this was AMAZING news! But you couldn’t help but shake when you lifted your eyes from the paper. When you did, your world seemed to stop in motion and everything froze.

Peter stood only a couple of feet away from you, watching you read the letter with the goofiest most adorable smile that you thought you could even see on this planet. Your hands dropped to your side as he took a couple of steps closer to you. Your face was about as red as the color on his spidey suit at this point. You couldn’t help but look down in embarrassment.

“Hey, hey!!” Peter chuckled taking you gently by the shoulders when he saw your frown. “What’s wrong D-did I do a bad job??” He saw your tears drop onto your shoes and bit his lip pulling you into a quick embrace. “Y/N…?” He asked feeling his heart jump, stop and burn all at once.

“I didn’t think you’d ever find me…” You whispered the tears hot on your cheeks. “Yeah,” Peter tried not to laugh. “I’m sorry it took so long, you’d think a so-called genius could have pieced it together sooner right?” He tapped his forehead against yours and you finally got the courage to look at him. You thought that his eyes were warm enough to melt a block of ice.

“It’s not that…” you smiled softly. “I didn’t think you’d necessarily want to find me…” you explained. “I mean I’m not that noticeable, I’m quiet, I can’t even speak to you without having a mini heart attack,”

“Y/N, I don’t care about any of that,” He answered taking a strand of your hair pushing it behind your ear. “You’re shyness, your quietness, it’s all in our personality and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.” He smiled his hands sliding from your back to your hands.  “I meant everything I said in those letters Y/N, I don’t want you to just be my Juliet.” Your heart nearly stopped and your eyes searched his fearful of his next response. “ I want you to be my Y/N, totally and completely with every quirk that you have.”

He took a moment to laugh to himself. “And let’s not forget that I’m no angel either, I think I’m about as awkward as they come,” You sighed softly letting your head rest on his chest now.  Your heart was a glow and your spirits were so high you thought that it could reach satellites. Everything felt perfect, for a moment you expected credits to roll.

“So,” Peter said drawing you out of your thoughts. “How do you feel about Thai?” He said wrapping one arm around you as you walked together down the hall. You felt your hand touch his as you looked up at him. “I think that sounds good,” You smiled. Ned and Eve passed you both by casually as you walked and exchanged knowing glances. They gave each other high fives before calling out to you.

“Hey, Romeo and Juliet!!” Eve snorted nudging Ned’s side. “Get a room you too!” Ned smirked.

You couldn’t help but smile. You looked down at the letter in your other hand again blushing slightly. “Hey, Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“Did my letters make you this flustered?” You asked still showing him the letter.  Peter laughed loudly having to stop mid-walk altogether in order to compose himself again. He turned to you his cheeks rosy from laughter and his feelings for you.

“Y/N, you have no idea,”

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