how you meet Peter Precious Parker: when Peter’s bully has once again cornered him, Peter’s cowered against the locker waiting for the blow, when he hear the resounding crack of something else being broke, Peter peeks up to see you standing in front of him, guarding him while he’s hunched in front of his locker, shouting profanities at the bully whose now clutching his bloody and extremely crooked nose And once they’ve run off to the nurses office you give a satisfied ‘humph’ (or growl) it their direction and turn around, face softening to help Peter stand up. He’s in shock, not sure what to say because he can’t believe what just happened. you brush him off and touch the bruise on his cheek, shaking your head sadly before turning his face to the side and kissing the darkening spot and asking him if he wants you to escort him to class
imagine Peter meeting your family though: he’s so worried but have been pep talking himself in front of the mirror all night, you said that everyone will love him, it wont be that bad, right? He barely gets any sleep the night before, he’s so busy trying to convince himself it’ll all be fine, and it almost works too. But when you both get to the gathering he just gets so worried and awkward and keeps shyly standing behind you like a shield
Now imagine him taking one sip of champagne while you’re in the bathroom, getting more than tipsy and making everyone love him because he’s such a hilarious storyteller with a drink in his hand.
He’s horrified when you tell him all he did later once he’s sobered up with you taking care of the poor baby Petey. He’s too embarrassed to ever face your family again and groans into a pillow when you tell him that he was such a hit he’s officially invited to every family gathering from now on.
Valentine’s with Petey
Peter would be so romantic for valentines though? (he’s the cheesiest hopeless romantic) he has one his old dress suit (now 3 sizes too small and his muscles don’t help here) has a box of chocolates for you and your favorite flowers, ready to go surprise you for a date when you knock on his door, a huge smile on your face carrying the biggest teddy bear you could find saying “I love you beary much” and a big bouquet of HIS favorite flowers
do you think at one point Bucky was just sitting down and took a real good look at Steve, and just thought to himself, out loud, quite loudly, “Why the hell is that little punk’s shirt always so damn tight?” making Sam start cackling from the other room
Every time, without fail when you kissed Peter his lips always tasted like red licorice (he blushed the color of red licorice when you told him he really does tastes as sweet as he acts) and that’s the way you found out he was Spider-Man too. After he’d saved you and swung you into a safe place, he’d seemed so grateful you were alright (you didn’t understand why) and he kissed you, he was too scared of losing you to not at that moment, he had to kiss you, to make sure you were with him and safe. The whole ‘kiss your hero’ scene. And as soon as his lips met yours you knew that flavor, you knew those soft lips could only ever be your Peter Parker
After he pulled away you whispered ‘Peter’ quietly, still surprised that Peter, your shy nerdy boyfriend, was Spider-Man. To which Peter, or Spider-Man at the moment, started frantically denying it and waving his hands around ‘who was this ‘Peter’? and ‘he didn’t know any Peters’. The familiar hands flaying and high pitched lying voice of Peter confirmed your suspicions, you scoffed, tugging his mask the rest of the way off and pulled him into a much longer kiss.
Warren: his face heats up like fire, he’s a cheeks, the tips of his ears and chest blusher who just stands there frozen to the spot, his wings fluttering behind him while he turns his head away from you (as if that could his red face)
Kurt: his cheeks and the tip of tail blush light lavender, very bashful and trying to hide his face, a small shy smile as he looks up at you
Peter M.: bright cherry red cheeks, he can’t stop smiling and giggling at you
Peter P.: bright red cheeks and the tips of his ears, he starts stuttering out nonsense while waving hands frantically in wild gestures
Sean: he’s a full body blusher, that can’t speak. Words just don’t form while he attempts to figure out a flirty comeback
The best way to handle all of these though, is to gently grab his face and press a sweet kiss to his lips
What if Kurt doesn’t bruise like normal? I mean, his skin is already dark blue so what if instead of getting darker his bruises would turn a lavender instead? This little fact is something he hadn’t really though about when after having an extremely heated night with you then walking to see the squad, with his neck, chest and jaw just covered in light lavender spots and everyone getting scared and worried about him then he sees what they’re look at, he blushes the same shade lavender and bamfs away to hide in his room embarrassed while Jean starts giggling making the rest confused
Peter would have so many pets, every time he’d see a injured or abandoned animal it’s now his baby, he’d speed it back to the mansion and give it so much tlc and soon Charles notices he basically has a petting zoo ranging from dogs and humming birds to a domesticated raccoon Peter found orphaned in the woods but he can’t do anything about because all the students are so attached to them
It was past late, on a chilly fall Wednesday night when you heard your window slowly slide open, wind blowing in as the figure entered your room, attempting to close it quietly but only for it to make a loud thump as it closed. A quiet curse told to it.
You turned over in bed, your brain still in a fog from sleeping and unhappy from being woken up.
“You know, if I wasn’t sure it was you coming in my window I’d be trying to beat you with my lamp right about now.” you complained, towards the window.
He rolled his eyes in the dark, not that you could see him, but you knew. “You did try and beat me with your lamp. The first 9 times even after I’d told you it’d be me coming in” he complained back in a more whiny tone
You opened your eyes to look in his direction, only seeing darkness “Not true.” you pointed towards him “I tried to beat you with a lamp 8 times, the ninth time I had borrowed Stiles bat.”
Liam tripped while noisily slipping off his shoes “You borrowed a bat just so you could attack me better??” he said while throwing his hands up to make a point then walking over to your bed
Pushing the covers back to allow him in you stuck your tongue out at him “Not specifically to attack you, to attack someone who might not have been you who was crawling through my window at 2 in the morning” you reasoned
Groaning, Liam flopped into bed next to you, getting comfortable on ‘his’ pillow “I came over 8 nights in a row, through your window, around the same time, I say I’ll probably be back again, through the window,” he emphasized, pulling the blankets up around you both “who else were you expecting?”
You lay your head on his chest, one arm resting over his waist trying to get comfortable.
“Most times when something comes through your window at night it’s coming to kill you and has glowing red eyes, and just because the thing coming through your window’s eyes aren’t red doesn’t mean it’s not there to kill you still.” you reasoned “Plus, it’s Beacon Hills. Soon to be renamed Beacon Kills.” you mumble, squeezing his bicep in attempt to make it a comfier headrest
Liam sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to lay almost on top of him, “I come over here to cuddle because you calm me down so I don’t werewolf-out, and hitting me with various objects in the dark is not exactly a good calming technique.”
You scoffed, smacking his chest lightly “It’s practice, for making sure you don’t ‘werewolf-out’ under stress. Plus, you love me too much to hurt me” you grinned slightly, tangling your legs with his.
His eyes shined softly in the dark, you could just see the gold flecks in the shallow moonlight. He couldn’t hold back his smile at you and kissed your nose “Yeah, yeah, I do” he rolled his eyes more playfully this time before looking at you like a unhappy puppy “Now can we go to sleep (Y/n)? I’m exhausted” he groaned exaggeratedly letting his head flop back against the pillow.
Isaac had been through a lot, you knew that all too well and wanted to help him out of it, but for years he always denied. Saying it was alright.
He would say he was ok, and not to worry, kissing your cheek and cuddling up to you trying to savor all your time together before he would have to run home so he didn’t anger his father any more than usual.
You befriended Isaac years ago, he was so shy and quiet, soft spoken and tried not to call any attention to himself. But unlike everyone else, who just walking by and ignored him, you noticed him.
For awhile he tried to only give you quick and short answers when you spoke to him, but you wouldn’t leave. You were going to be this boy’s friend whether he liked it or not.
He did like it, quite a lot. He never really had a friend before, he might talk to a few people occasionally, ask them questions on an assignment, but he had not one he would actually call his ‘friend’. Until you came along that is.
At first he thought you were only there to bully him, that seemed to be the only reason people would approach him. Isaac couldn’t help but blush as you walked towards him though, hoping you weren’t here to confront him for stealing small glances at you in class.
Surprisingly, to him, you weren’t. You offered him some cookies you had brought, a bright smile on your face as you handed him the snack.
He tried not accepting it, awkwardly hoping (yet not at the same time) that you would leave him alone, he was better off alone. (he ended up really loving the cookies you gave him)
The less distractions, the better he would do on school. And the better he did, the less pain he received later.
He couldn’t have a friend anyway, Isaac knew his father would be furious.
You stuck by his side though, always coming up to him and starting a (one sided) conversation everyday until he finally accepted that you were his friend and you weren’t going anywhere.
You couldn’t help but notice how he would give more small smiles after you became his friend. Something you were quite proud of. Because if anyone looked like they needed some happiness, it was Isaac Lahey. (not that you were stalking or watching him at all seeing that his poor cute face was always in a frown or sad look, no nothing like that)
Isaac was so different once you became friends, he would smile and talk with you about anything that came to mind, the quiet, shy boy you saw in the back of the classrooms was such a kind and happy soul once you squeezed your way through his shell.
You figured out quickly that his father abused him, he would jump at loud noises, shake when a teacher yelled his name to make him pay attention, and the new bruises that appeared almost daily. You wanted to cry, and you did, but he insisted he was ok.
One morning while you were on your way to school, taking the slightly longer route where you would meet Isaac halfway to walk together, he jogged up next to you, a happy smile on his face which seemed brighter than the sun.
As soon as he would close enough you jumped up, wrapping your arms around him in a greeting hug, smiling back just as happily.
You noticed large scratches along Isaacs neck, along with a line of bruising that went all the way around. Your smile quickly faded, turning into a concerned frown. Isaac stopped walking when he noticed you stop. “What’s wrong (Y/n?)” he asked before noticing where your gaze was directed. He coughed, tugging the collar of his jacket up in a failed attempt to hide it.
“It’s nothing (Y/n), you don’t need to worry. C’mon, we gotta get to class” his arm going around your shoulder, pressing against you lightly in hope you would just forget it about the bruise and keep walking.
You huffed, shaking your head. Eyes burning with hatred, it scared Isaac a little to be honest, even though he knew it wasn’t directed at him. (You’d shared your thoughts on his father before but tried not speaking about him for Isaac’s sake.)
Luckily though, with the morning being so chilly you had worn your favorite scarf today.
Isaac lifted an eyebrow as you unwound the scarf from your neck, you stepped in front of him so your shoes were touching and reached up, wrapping the dark blue scarf around him. Isaac’s eyes widened at your actions, it was your favorite scarf, the one you always wore once the weather got cold.
The soft material making him flinch for a second as it made contact with his neck.
“You can’t go walking around like that, dummy” you mumbled, pressing yourself against his side before continuing walking towards the school. Isaac laughed silently, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his cheeks now a rosy color for reasons more than just the cool air.
“Sorry (Y/n), didn’t know what I was thinking.” he said quietly, hugging you to him slightly as you walking.
He smiled to himself as he could smell the familiar comforting scent that always seemed to surround you.
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You sighed contently, your fingers twisting in Isaac’s soft curls while his head rested on your chest.
Isaac hummed, unconsciously leaning into your touch, a soft smile on his face as he caressed your arm while you played with his hair.
“Isaac?” you asked, only receiving a small noise of acknowledgement from him
Trailing your hand down from his hair, fingers lightly skimming along his cheek as they went, you dropped your hand to his collarbones and tugged on the fabric that hung loosely around his neck “You know, you don’t have to wear that all the time, right? it’s not even that cold out.”
Finally opening his eyes, Isaac gazed up at you lazily, a content look on his face “I know, but I want to,” he lifted his head, nuzzling his nose against your cheek “It’s from you and I love it” he kissed the tip of your nose before laying back down.
“You’re so cheesy” you mutter in a quiet, love filled tone. Maneuvering yourself on the couch carefully so neither of you fell off, to press your lips to his in a kiss gently. You don’t know how he did it, but Isaac always had the softest pinkest lips.
The corners of his lips turning up slightly, Isaac quickly reciprocated the affection, lifting his head to kiss you easier.
You pulled away, much to Isaac’s complaints. You smiled at him laying underneath you, a small pout on his face because your kiss was so short, you rolled your eyes at his childishness.
Isaac only smiled wider at you, before noticing the clock that was placed on the wall behind you, a quick flash of panic crossed his face noticing the time.
You knew what made his smile fade in an instant, your time was always cut short by him having to leave so early. As far as anyone else knew, Isaac was studying at the library, him having to be home before 7 to be at the graveyard for work.
You sighed, your happiness deflating and the comforting only moments ago atmosphere turning cold as you knew he would be leaving.
You dropped your head to rest your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in before leaving a kiss on his shoulder
“I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay here with me” you mumbled, kissing a trail up to his ear.
“And I don’t want to leave you.” he said sadly, pressing a kiss into your hair. He didn’t want to go, he never wanted to leave you, but he had to for now “I love you (Y/n), but I have to go for now” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple before moving you off him and standing up from the couch.
You huffed, leaning back on your elbows to watch him gather his things, wishing there was some way to make him stay here with you instead. “I love you too Isaac, and I know.”
he slung his backpack over his shoulder, giving you a sad smile before turning to leave before you called back “But Lahey, you’d better get your cute butt over here and at least give me a proper kiss goodbye!” you said whilst smirking slightly.
His head perked up, he couldn’t stay, but that was certainly something he could do.
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The day Derek approached him with his offer Isaac didn’t hesitate to tell you about it, he didn’t say how exactly this shady sounding guy would help him, and you didn’t trust him. The guy was suspected for murder not that long ago and you didn’t want anyone dangerous around your sweet Isaac.
The night of the Kanima attack, Isaac ran to your house without stopping as soon as it happened. He was terrified, the glass was too much so he fled, the attack was so quick but he hid, he was panicking and didn’t know what to do. He was terrified and he ran to the one place he was safe, you.
It was pouring rain when you heard the frantic knocks at your door, you were alone since your parent(s) were still at work and Isaac wasn’t supposed to be free tonight so you cautiously went to check who was there.
Looking through the peephole you saw Isaac, drenched to the bone standing in the rain knocking.
You gasped, yanking the door open and pulling him inside, he was dripping wet and looked to terrified, as soon as you yanked him into the house you pulled him into a tight hug, his arms automatically wrapping around you as he choked out a sob.
You held him tightly, trying to soothe him, at least enough for him to tell you what happened and who you were going to destroy (thought you had an idea)
“It’s ok now baby, I’m here. Nothing will hurt you anymore” you shushed, rubbing his back gently. He only whimpered and hugged you tighter.
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A lot of things about Isaac changed once he became a wolf, something you learned about just after it happened as he could never keep a secret from you, he became stronger, much more muscular, more confident, pretty damn cocky at times, really.
But he never changed around you, he was still your sweet and loving Isaac no matter what.
Except now there were no time limits to your cuddles and kisses, no having to leave in the middle of anything. Something you and Isaac were both more than happy to take advantage of.
You stood in Derek’s loft, Isaac’s arms wrapped around you from behind as you listened to the latest troubles in Beacon hills, pack meetings were always the same. Different monster, same problems.
Isaac squeezed you gently in a hug, his chin resting on your shoulder while he sat in a chair behind you, the dark scarf around his neck tickling your cheek.
Turning in Isaac’s hold to face him, looking into his eyes you smiled, kissing him lightly and ignoring the exaggeratingly gagging Stiles behind you and pulling him to hug you, happy to press yourself against his warmth.
“Isaac, you’re a walking furnace now,” you say, leaning back slightly with your arms resting on his shoulders “I don’t even think you can get sick, its 40 degrees out, and you’re still wearing that stupid scarf”
“See? she thinks the scarf is stupid too!” Stiles yelled from behind you, “I told you that thing was ridiculous I told him! He’ll probably be wearing that thing in the middle of summer and get heatstroke and we’ll be stuck with a passed out werewolf in the middle of a battle or something.” he continued, pointing at Isaac and making you chuckle, a low growl emit from Isaac’s throat. He pulled you flush against him in a hug, resting in chin on your shoulder to have a better angle for glaring at Stiles
Hearing the growl and from his spot easily seeing Isaac’s eyes flash golden Stiles jumped behind Scott to use him as a human-er werewolf shield.
“It’s my scarf, a gift from my (Y/n) and I’ll wear it as much as I want”
you turned just enough to see Stiles peek his head out from behind Scott “And as much as you want is 24/7 apparently. Do you ever take that thing off? do you wash it? gross man that thing must reek.” he made a disgusted face, making you laugh.
Isaac though, wasn’t nearly as amused, still glaring at Stiles.
“Oh hush ya big werepuppy” you twisted your fingers in his soft curls, Isaac instinctively leaning into your touch and ceasing his growls
you shook you head at him, he was ridiculous with that dang scarf, there was no question there, but you sure love your foolish werewolf.
Wtf this was supposed to be funny origins about the scarf
Toad's Cave 