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phaltu · 6 years

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hi i have one (1) request prekerb sheith seven minutes in heaven this trope is my guilty pleasure pls and thanks xxx

HEY…. ofc, I willl write anything for you. You can literally msg me telling me to write a slow burn enemies with benefits to lovers AU where they are competitive snail racers and I will be like yes of course right away. anyways here you go and good luck on finals xoxox

(RATED T)

“ID please,” Matt sticks his hand out, and Keith snorts as he shoves past him and into the house. “Hey! I’m serious.”

He’s not, because he’s the reason Keith’s shown up to this godforsaken house party in the first place. Father and Mother Holt have gone on vacation this weekend, and the house is close enough to the Galaxy Garrison that Matt’s trying his hardest to up his cool points by inviting the entire student population over. Matt told Keith attendance was mandatory, otherwise he would pick on Keith for the next ten general physics tutorials.

“Thanks for the invite,” Keith says, looking around. He knows a lot of the crowd here, but there are only two people he really talks to outside of the Garrison, and one of them is trying to herd him down the hall. Keith can’t catch a sight of the other one, no matter how much he tries to subtly scan the crowd for someone tall and familiar.

“Looking for someone?” Matt says a little too loudly, and claps Keith’s back a little too hard.

“I’m hungry,” Keith says and Matt laughs like Keith’s made a joke. Matt laughs at a lot of things though, most of the time when he shouldn’t, so Keith lets it slide.

Keith eventually makes it to the kitchen and loses Matt along the way. In the process, a girl who he lent a pencil to at the beginning of the year presses a bottle of Corona into his hands. He also manages unearth a box of pizza pockets from the freezer. Three minutes later, Keith has all he needs to survive the party for the mandatory twenty minutes before he sneaks out and heads back home.

He’s in the middle of shoving the third out of four pizza pockets into his mouth, when someone reaches for the last one.

“Hey,” he barks, grabbing the thief’s wrist. “Mine.”

“My bad,” The someone twists his hand out of Keith’s grasp, giving Keith an all too familiar crooked grin and a wink.

Keith is completely used to his brain electrocuting itself every time he has to look at one Takashi Shirogane for more than ten seconds at a time, but that’s at the Garrison when they’re in uniform, or at the gym where Shiro likes to put Keith in his place regularly, or in the library, where Shiro sacrifices his free time to make sure Keith’s acing his classes or—

Essentially, Keith is used to his brain fritzing out in Shiro’s presence, except for when he’s faced with something even slightly new. He’s seen Shiro in this same white t-shirt before, but it hung loose on him last time, and Shiro normally tucks his dog tags in, doesn’t leave them hanging out and oh god Keith’s only been here for a total of eight minutes.

“Oh, it’s you,” Keith says as his brain keeps expositing. “Nah, you can have some.”

“I’m honoured,” Shiro says, picking up the pizza pocket and taking a bite. “Hey, give me a sip.”

Keith passes his bottle to Shiro, who takes a big gulp of his beer before dumping it down the sink.

“Dude,” Keith whines as Shiro places the empty bottle neatly beside the sink. Keith figures it’s less because Keith’s not twenty one yet, and more because earlier on in the day Keith snarked Shiro in the hearing vicinity of Iverson.

“Not for another two and a half years,” Shiro scolds and Keith flips him off. Shiro pinches the tip of Keith’s middle finger and starts bending it back. “Understood, cadet?”

“You’re so fucking lame,” Keith bites through both the pain and the need to tell Shiro to never refer to him as anything else ever again.

Shiro lets Keith go with a laugh, and Keith shoves him back for good measure. Shiro pretends it hurts a lot more than it actually does, and Keith stalks away in a fake angry huff. He looks over to glare at Shiro, but someone else has already commandeered his attention. Keith deflates a little further when he realizes he’s left his half eaten pizza pocket on the counter, but decides to leave it.

Keith doesn’t go home immediately. He really wishes he had though.

After he left the kitchen, Keith had run into a group of people from one of his physical conditioning classes with whom he got along with fairly well with. His first mistake was that he hung out with them for forty minutes, having a fairly decent time till the conversation had died down and they all drifted away to different parts of the house. Keith had decided to locate Matt and tell him that he was going home, and that Matt couldn’t ask Keith to do anything for a week. That was his second mistake.

If Keith’s being honest with himself, he actually wanted to find Shiro first so he could hang out with him, but Shiro was lost in the crowd and Keith’s not the biggest fan of looking desperate.

Keith had shifted through groups of people, knocked on a couple of doors, and had been ready to just dip without a word when he heard a familiar braying laugh from downstairs. It was followed by an even more familiar chuckle, and Keith’s third mistake of the night was to let his feet automatically take him to the source of the sound.

Now, Keith’s watching as one drunk person stumbles out of the cold storage room and another person stumbles in.

“I don’t get it,” he says, and Shiro opens his mouth to explain the rules for the fourth time. “Shut up, no, I get it. I don’t get why it’s fun though.”

“What’s not fun about making out with people?” Matt pipes up from the other side of Keith. Keith and Shiro are squished onto a love seat, with Matt sprawled half on the arm and half on the top of the seat.

“Being the person waiting outside,” Keith supplies. There’s a circle of people around a twister board, chattering while the two people in the cold storage kiss or talk or whatever people do when they’re trapped in a closet for seven minutes. “I didn’t know people still played this.”

“It would have been Twister,” Matt replies, flicking the back of Keith’s head. “But Katie used the mat as a tarp for a project and set it on fire.”

“Fantastic,” Keith says dryly, as a smirking girl steps out of the closet. “I’m going to leave now.”

“Me too,” Shiro says, and Keith immediately thinks to ask Shiro if he wants to go back to the Garrison together.

“Nah,” Matt says, planting a hand on each of their shoulders and pulling them back down. He slides off a little from where he’s sprawled, and is wedged horizontally in between the two of them and the cushions. “Yo! Spin!”

Keith winces at how loud Matt calls it out, but stays put as the black hand spins. They’ve been playing one in, one out, so whoever lands this turn has to replace the person who landed it the one before the last turn. Matt claims it’s so that everyone can get a variety of experiences, and because everyone in this room is a dumbass, they have accepted it as the rules of the game.

He waits for the tk tk tk to stop so he can get up and walk Shiro back then go back to his room and contemplate his stupid crush and jerk—

“Nice,” Matt says and Keith thinks he feels Shiro go a little rigid beside him.

“That’s not pointing at me,” Keith says but Matt’s already shoving him off the sofa.

“I’m not kissing you,” is the first thing the guy waiting inside the storage says to Keith.

Keith doesn’t really care about the rejection, just cares about the weird look Shiro had on his face when Matt put his foot to Keith’s ass and pushed him into the closet. Keith wants to think about it, but feels like he’ll do it too loudly. He’s not sure if he wants to expose himself like that in front of this stranger.

“Cool,” Keith says, digging his hands into his pockets.

“I didn’t kiss the last person either,” Keith thinks the boy is trying to sound comforting, but he genuinely doesn’t care. “I gave her the answer key to our next quiz though.”

Wait.

“What?” Keith asks, and the other guy pulls out his phone.

Turns out they’re in the same class, one that has notoriously difficult tests that probably are less of an indicator of intelligence and more of a way for the teacher to posture. This guy, who now Keith feels marginally bad for not remembering, has somehow acquired all five variations of their upcoming quiz.

Keith’s not one to cheat, ever at all. But the last test he got back, he nearly failed because of the fact that his pen ink had started to fade and the teacher didn’t like faint, yet clearly visible lines. The amount of time he had spent appealing the mark was too large for him to never get back.

The guy is not going to send it to Keith, but Keith’s allowed to look at it, take notes, and commit as much of it to memory as possible.

Now he knows why the last girl who left the closet looked so satisfied.

Matt knocks on the door for the tenth time.

“One more minute,” Keith calls out because he’s trying to skim through the last variation.

The door-knob rattles and turns. Matt peeps his head in.

“I’m obligated to tell you under threat of death - ok out of respect to the rules, geez - that you’re approaching the fifteen minute mark and—oh, you’re not making out?”

Matt uses this as a cue to invite himself into the cold storage, and Keith immediately shoves the phone back into the other guys hand, who pockets it immediately. “Show me what you were doing, nerds.”

“Playing a game,” Keith lies and Matt raises an eyebrow.

“So you weren’t making out?” He asks and Keith shakes his head while the other guy goes “Ew, no.”

Matt taps a finger to his lips before reaching forward and ruffling Keith’s hair.

“Lick your lips,” Matt says and Keith frowns but automatically follows. “Great. You too.”

They both give Matt a confused look, and he reaches forward and pinches both their mouths shut. Hard.

Keith yelps, but the other guy straight up squeals. Matt hums and holds them in place while they flail, letting them go after an excruciating fifteen seconds have passed.

“Perfect,” he says and before anything else comes out of his mouth, the door-knob twists again and the door swings open.

“Hey,” Shiro’s got a smile on that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Got stuck in here?”

“Had to pull them apart,” Matt says sweetly, and barely lets out a sound when Keith kicks him in the shin.

“Who’s next?” asks Other Guy.

“Me,” Shiro says firmly, and Keith freezes. He’s glad this room only has a dim, half-watt lightbulb because otherwise everyone would immediately see the panic written across his face.

“Amazing,” Matt says, and turns to the other guy. “Scram.”

Other Guy high-tails it out, side stepping Shiro while throwing a wide eyed look back at Keith. Maybe Keith’s a little more visible than he previously thought.

“I’ll see myself out,” Matt says, and squeezes through between the door and Shiro. Shiro nods at him before closing the door behind him.

Keith’s not quite sure what he’s expected.

It’s quite possible that he expected to have Shiro asking him if he has an interest in the other guy, or what Keith had for lunch, if Keith saw Montgomery’s giant forehead zit, or if Keith used his study guide for his last time, and did it help?

He’s not expecting to get crowded against the shelves, Shiro’s hands on his shoulders, guiding him back. He hits the wooden planks with a soft thud, and feels them dig into his back.

“Hello,” he says, having to now tilt his head to look up at Shiro in the low light.

“Hi,” Shiro says, leaning in. “How are you?”

“Pretty okay,” Keith says, forcing himself not to give an awkward grin. Apparently it’s scarier than him blank-facing someone. “Decent evening so far.”

“Yeah?” There’s a small edge to Shiro’s voice, and Keith has a hard time remaining focused. “Let me try and make it better?”

Before Keith can process his mouth moving, he blurts out a “Yeah.”

The signs in the situation were clearly pointing one way, but Keith’s heart still threatens to leap out of his chest once Shiro kisses Keith.

There are about fifty different air horns blaring in Keith’s head that only intensify once Shiro presses their bodies closer together. Keith feels the pressure on his mouth lighten and almost ease off completely before he realizes that kissing back is a thing.

In a panic, he grabs Shiro by the dog tags and pulls him closer.

He feels a hand around his ribcage, feels it skim down and rest on his hip before squeezing. He’s running out of air, so he gasps a little into Shiro’s mouth and the kiss kicks up a notch. Keith can’t believe this is his life, and clings on to Shiro. If this is really just a fever dream or an induced hallucination, Keith is going to milk it for all that he can.

“Woah,” Keith says, a little dizzy as they break apart for air. “Woah.”

“I, uh-“ Shiro starts and stops. Shiro only looks at Keith’s mouth, and Keith doesn’t know if he wants to gain access to what Shiro is thinking right at this moment, or if he wants Shiro to continue putting both his lips and his hands on him. Only one of these options is realistic; Keith cannot believe he exists in a world where it’s the latter.

“I wonder how much time we have left,” Keith says faintly, and Shiro shakes his head. “Whoever gets you next is gonna be lucky, huh?”

“What?” Shiro frowns, but before he can say anything else, Keith’s leaning up to kiss him. Now that kissing Shiro has been introduced into his library, Keith feels like he’s moving on autopilot and the yelling in his head at finally getting to first base with his crush has dulled down by a fraction.

He can feel a moment’s hesitation before Shiro’s hands travel down and grab his thighs, hiking him up against the shelves. The soup cans rattle with the force, and the planks press hard lines against Keith’s back as he automatically wraps his legs around Shiro’s waist. In the distance, he can hear a muffled “ewwwww” from Matt on the other side of the door, but Shiro quickly occupies him enough for him to not care about it.

It takes a full twenty minutes for Matt to meekly knock on the door.

“Guys, uh,” Matt says tentatively. “No one’s playing anymore. Game’s over so uh. Any time you feel like it, come out.”

For the past ten minutes, Keith and Shiro have been sitting on the floor, arguing whether paintballing or sneaking out on Keith’s hoverbike will make for a better official First Date. They stopped making out partly due to the fact that Keith does not actually want to get it on in Matt Holt’s cold storage, and partly due to the fact that Shiro calmed down considerably once learning that Keith and Other Guy were just talking about a vague school topic.

Because Matt deserves to be fucked with, Keith just bangs the shelf with his fist a couple of times before he can practically hear the exasperation in Matt’s receding footsteps.

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#sheith #sheith fic #my fic #otasucc #answer #i kept writing this in like 10 minute spurts in between working #this was the only thing that kept me alive.....#anyways ily i hope i did it justice #am i going to reborgle this at a more opportune time for attention? i sure am #absolutely so

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tiemeupspidey · 7 years

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The Loss of a Legend

Series: Peter Parker Imagines

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter goes missing making his wife worried, she goes to Stark for help but comes home to..

Warnings: Sad af,I cried like a bitch typing this lmao

Word Count: 1,800+

A/N: I’m currently dying from migraine pain. My medical condition is getting the best of me but I wanted to put out a decently long imagine out for you guys xx

[Reader’s POV]

Today was another day in outskirts of Queens. The autumn air swirled by in chilly bursts. Horns honking in the distance from the angry drivers. It was home to you no matter what people thought. You enjoyed everyday with your husband Peter Parker and eight year old son Benjamin Parker.

Walking into the living room to see your husbands body in his suit. Mask held in his right hand. His curls were slightly disheveled due to his habit of running his fingers through them. Benjamin was standing by him looking up at his father dressed in his suit. Peter shoots a web at you pulling you to his chest making you giggle.

“Darling, I’m going on a mission for a week..I’ll call you when I’m heading back, I love you and Benji so much” Peter’s lips crash down on yours silencing your protest. The two of you kissed like it was going to be your last. You never knew when or if he would come back home to you and your son. The thought of him never coming home to you killed you..

“I love you more Peter” you voice shaky as you took in your husbands features trying to stain it into your memory. He give you a smile that makes your heart ease it’s nervous pounding.

“Daddy when are you coming back?” Benjamin asks standing by your leg looking up at his father. Peter crouches down in his suit picking up his son and holding him close. The sound of Benji’s laugh sounded like little bells.

“For a little while bud, you have to promise to keep mommy safe yeah?” Peter ruffles Benji’s curls making him giggle.

“Y-Yeah,I’ll keep mommy safe daddy” he giggles flicking his wrist making a web come out. Benji was special, Peter did his best to protect us from people who wanted him.

“There ya go kiddo, just like that” you smile at your son with encouragement. His little smile making your heart soar. He reminds you so much of the pictures Aunt May showed you of Peter when he was born to how Benjamin looks now.

“Please come home to us..” you whisper pulling Peter into another hug. Benjamin patting your head making you giggle.

“Always, haven’t I before?” He asks with a smile making you roll your eyes.

“I told you to try and stop being a hero.. Benjamin needs you around here” your thumb brushing against your sons dimpled cheek. Peter’s hand rubs soothing circles on your back as he looks down at you.

“If I stop being a hero.. who will be here to protect him?” Peter’s voice serious as he gestures to our son. Benjamin looks between the two of you confused.

“I know Peter, I’m just thinking of your safety too.. I can’t even thinking about losing yo-”

“You won’t lose me, I’m coming home to you like always.. Now I got to go, I love you baby.. Call me anytime, Karen will patch you through” Peter gives you one last kiss before handing Benjamin over to you. Pulling on his mask he runs out the back slinging a web and taking off.

“Bye Daddy!” Benjamin waves wiggling in your arms.

“Bye Peter..” you whisper holding your son closely, he’s the last thing you have left of him.

“Now Benji what is four times nine?” you ask holding up the card in front of him. He taps his pencil to his head before writing it down. Looking at his answer you smile , he’s brilliant like his father. You struggled with mathematics in school, English was where you succeed.

“Yes that’s right baby now le-” your voice gets cut off by your phone ringing. It’s been four days since you talked to Peter. Reaching for the phone quickly you hit the green button.

“Hey baby, how are you and Benji?” Peter’s voice sounds breathless through the phone.

“We’re doing some math right now, are you alright Peter?” you ask once you hear a wince of pain come from your husband.

“Y-Yeah, just wanted to check up on my whole world and my little prodigy” another wince of pain coming from him making your nerves creep up your spine. Was he calling you as he was dying? Your mind was racing at this point not knowing what was happening.

“I love you babygirl, I have to get going now.. give Benjamin a kiss for me okay? I’ll see you soon”

“I love you too Peter” you respond gazing at your wedding ring as a pain in your chest grows.

“mommy are you okay? Senses don’t feel good” his forehead scrunches a bit, his little hand going to it. Leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead, lips lingering.

“I’m f-fine darling, now lets finish this so then we can go make lunch” giving your son a smile even though you were dying from a pain growing inside you.

“Tony.. Peter hasn’t called me.. The last time he called he sounded injured, what kind of mission did you send him on!” you shout into the phone as you paced in your backyard. Pulling your cardigan tighter against your body as a chilly breeze passed by.

Toys littered the yard from when your son last played. The Spider-Man toy catching your gaze making your heart sink more. It’s been more than a week and you felt crazy with all the feelings that corsed through your veins. You hated feeling like this, it was driving you insane more and more each day.

“He was supposed to report back to me today, let me get ahold of Karen.. I’ll call you back okay?” His voice sounding worried as he hung up the phone.

The waiting felt like forever as Tony tracked Peter down. Fear was all you were feeling. You didn’t know what you would do without Peter. The thought made you hate thinking like that. He always comes back home to the two of you but.. what if he didn’t this time. Your dark thoughts get interrupted by the phone ringing. Answering it immediately to hear Tony’s voice.

“Uh.. It says he’s right out your house..” Tony’s voice sounds confused as he speaks. Looking up you see Benjamin in the back doorway.

“Mommy there was a knock on the door..” Benjamin points to the house making your brows furrow together confused. Tony asked what was going on due to my silence.

“Benjamin go upstairs, play hide and seek okay?” your voice wavering afraid for his safety. The only people that knew where you lived was S.H.E.I.L.D, May, Tony and your oblivious neighbors. You barely left the house, agents delivered groceries and you homeschooled Benjamin.

“What’s going on?” Tony asks concerned, you could hear him getting into a suit taking off.

“S-Someone knocked on the door, Benjamin is going to his safe room..” you explain walking towards the front door. Looking through the peep hole you sigh out in relief when you don’t see anyone.

Opening the door slowly you look out to see no one. Your neighbors weren’t in their yards this time of day so that made your nerves spike back up. Looking down you see a large bag on your dark stained wood porch. Your heart drops as fear spreads through your body.

“T-Tony there’s s-something on my porch” your voice shaky as you look at the bag still on the porch.

Crouching down on the ground you take a deep breath in. Peeling the bag open to reveal something that made your heart stop. It was Peter. Your husband was dead in this bag, dropped here like he was garbage. A sob wracked your body as tears started to pour out of your eyes. Your heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.

Grasping his face in your shaking hands as if he would wake up from your touch. Resting your forehead against his as tears fell onto his lifeless face. The man you loved endlessly was taken from you and your son. His mask was gripped in his hand that was draped over his stomach. Peter’s body bloody from what ever attacked him.

“Y-you told me you were g-going to c-come home to us” your chest felt like it was being stepped on as you held onto your husbands lifeless body. A thud sound happens behind you causing you to turn around. Tony steps out of his suit halting once he sees Peter’s body in your arms.

“N-No.. this wasn’t supposed to h-happen.. I-I made that suit to protect him no matter what..” Tony collapses to his knees beside you looking at Peter. He reaches to touch him but you slap his hand away.

“Don’t touch him Stark, you did this to my family.. now Benjamin doesn’t hav-”

“M-mommy? Why isn’t daddy moving?” Your eyes look up to see Benjamin with tears in his eyes.

God Dammit.

“You’re sup-supposed to be playing hide and seek Benji” your voice stern but breaking because he sees Peter in my arms.

“Senses were tingling mommy,is.. daddy gone?” Benji sniffles looking down at Peter. His little body crouching down next to Peter’s. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks at the sight..

“Y-Yes baby.. someone bad did this.. but he fought so hard trying to protect you and I, your daddy loved you so much Benjamin.. don’t ever forget that” you whisper holding Peter’s left hand in yours.The sound that filled the air was crying and pain. Tears fell that could have filled a river over your beloved hero,husband, father and friend.

Nothing was the same without Peter around. Benjamin swore once he was older he would find the man that did that to his father. Your heart ached without Peter around as you watch your son grow up. He looked and acted like Peter so much it broke you more and more.

“Hey darling, you should see Benji’s science project.. you would be so proud at how smart he is.. He talks about you everyday, I can’t believe it’s been a year since you’ve passed.. I know you’re probably tired of me stopping by everyday but you can’t get rid of me that easy Parker” you let out a shaky laugh. Your eyes looking at your wedding ring shining in the light. A wind swirls around you as if a hug was being placed around you. The feeling making a smile lift to your face.

“There you are Peter, I love you too..so much my hero” you whisper as another gush of wind makes the leaves pick up off the ground. Leaning over you press a kiss to his gravestone. A tear slides down your cheek dripping onto the ground beneath you.

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