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nightmares | p.p

pairing: peter parker x reader

genre: angst / fluff

warnings: ffh spoilers !! + feels

Request: no but they’re always open! also feedback is greatly appreciated :)

word count: 1.3k

A/n: This has probably already been done but whatever. anyways i love peter so here’s a little blurb. i kinda ignored the first credit scene bc yea

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Your eyes slowly blink opened to the familiar room that was Peter’s. It was quiet, surprisingly. The only sound that could be heard was the whirring of Peter’s nano-tech suit in the corner. A sound that could have been annoying if you weren’t so used to it already.

You could feel your boyfriends soft and warm breaths on your neck as you laid in silence wrapped in his embrace. You snuggled back against him, a small yet sleepy smile etched on your lips.

It had been a while since you’d seen him sleep that soundly or for that long. Ever since the blip he hadn’t been the same, always up thinking or patrolling the city. He was fixated on filling in Tony’s shoes it made your heart break. The emotional toll it was taking on him was unbelievable.

However, this was one of the rare times you had actually gotten to spend a full night with him. He was exhausted after his trip to Europe and you couldn’t blame him. He’s only sixteen and he saved an entire country for crying out loud (possibly the whole world).

You felt the mattress dip suddenly as Peter shifted his weight, pulling your body closer to his own. You almost smiled at the gesture, but his murmurings held you back.

“Please...stop...” He whimpered. It was soft, like he was pleading with someone.

Your eyes narrowed. Was he having a nightmare? You frowned. It had been weeks since his last episode.

You shifted, attempting to find a way to escape from his embrace and wake him. Your attempts, however, were futile against his grip. Of course, super strength.

“Pete?” You whispered, craning your neck around to try to look at him. “Peter, baby, listen it’s just a dream.”

“I said let go of her!” He practically growled, pulling you closer to his chest—evoking a gasp of surprise and discomfort from you; the amount of strength he was using making it hard to breathe. “Beck! Stop!”

You tapped peter’s arm, which then turned into more rapid hitting before you slapped him as hard as you dared. In response, his grip only tightened. “Peter!” You choked out, gasping at the pressure on your chest.

“Wait—no.. Y/n?!” Your eyebrows furrowed at the mention of your name. Every time you had ever been with him during an episode you never had been in his dreams.

His murmuring became louder; you could feel the muscles in his arms tensing due to the closeness.

“Y/n stop— please...! I lov—“ The pressure was suddenly relieved from your chest. Peter’s body jerked away from yours. His body sprang to life with a terrifying scream as he flailed to the other side of his bed.

You turned to face him; the sight of him made your heart shatter. His eyes were wide and alert, his hand stuck out defensively as a barrier between the two of you. In the dim lighting you could see the glow of sweat illuminating the high points of his skin.

His expression looked...broken.

“Peter—“ You reached a hand out in an attempt to comfort and calm him down. He shook his head wildly and pressed back further against the wall.

“Stop!! Stop.” His chest heaved up and down erratically as he continued shaking his head. Tears began to fall from his eyes, creating glistening trails down his cheeks. “Tell me something only you would know.”

Your lips parted, about to ask him why—but the look in his eyes. Confusion, fear, guilt... You took in a deep breath as you rattled through your memories, searching for something specific. This wasn’t the first time you had to do this, nor would it be the last time.

“Our first kiss.” You locked gazes with him as you slowly nodded, trying to assure him it was okay. “You we’re nervous, you said it was your first time. You got so excited you leaned in and kissed my chin instead.”

You saw the mix of emotions in his eyes slowly softened as he lowered his arm. His stare went blank as if he was lost in thought or processing something.

“Peter?” You whispered hesitantly, crawling closer to him at a cautious pace. “It’s okay..”

His gaze flickered from his lap to you then back. He bit his lip, closing his eyes which forced more tears to role down his cheeks. “Y/n...it’s my fault.”

“What?”You shook your head i’m confusion. “What are you talking about?” You reached out to him, cupping his jaw gently with your hand, wiping away his tears with your thumb.

“Tony—If i was just better then he’d still be around!” His eyebrows furrowed as he opened his eyes, staring at you through tear-filled eyes.

“You know that’s not true—“

“That’s what Beck said—!” He stopped, leaning away from your touch to brush his fingers through his hair. “I—I’m not ready.”

“For what?”

“To take his place.” He laughed to himself bitterly. “The world is expecting a leader. I’m just some kid who wants to be able to spend one fucking night with his girlfriend and not worry about what Spider-Man should be doing. I just want a life. I want to be normal.”

“Listen...” You breathed out slowly while searching to find the right words to say. “I know i’m not the most qualified person to speak here but Stark chose you, Pete.”

“Yes but—“

“Here me out.” You quickly said before he could continue to verbally abuse himself. “Who knew the Vulture was no good and defeated him by himself with no high-tech suit or help?”

“Me.”

“Okay, and who did Tony recruit himself for Germany, and fought the Avengers?”

“Me. But—“

“Who saved thousands of lives in London and possibly millions of others?”

“Me!” Peter’s tone became more annoyed, knowing that you would continue to go on if he didn’t simply accept it. “Fine....i get it.”

“Peter, you are a hero.” You leaned closer to him. “Ask any of the thousands of people you saved.” You paused before whispering gently. “Ask me.”

He looked at you, a somber smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

“Stark saw something in you. I can see it now too.” You picked the left side of his chest lightly. “You don’t give up. No matter how many times you get knocked down, you always get back up.”

You smiled at him, feeling your own tears well up in the corners of your eyes. “Stark would be beyond proud of you....I know i am.”

He smiled back at you, reaching out to pull you into his embrace again. You wrapped your own arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his chest.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispered into the crook for your neck. Soft tears rolled from his cheeks to your skin as his hot breath sent goosebumps down your spine.

You pulled back from his brace just enough to see his face; he looked down at you with the same whirl of emotions. This time however, he looked more peaceful.

You slid your hand from his back to the nape of his neck. Using the position as leverage, you pulled his head down to yours. Your lips crashed together softly, moving in sync perfectly.

His hands roamed down your sides before lifting your shirt slightly to rest his hands on your bare waist.

He pulled away, a little too early for your liking, and smiled at you. “I love you so much.”

You lifted your brows in response, wide smile stretching across your face. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then lower, then across his jawline creating a trail to punctuate each word. “I love you more.”

He tilted his head back, letting out a breathy and content sigh.

You were his euphoria. He was yours.

You knew he was something special that you were never going to let go of.

So even if that meant spending nights alone or waking up alone. You were willing to do it for him. You would follow him until the world ended, hand in hand.

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hey, can you make a fluff with peter based on the song shut up kiss me by angel olsen? thank you in advance!

posted!! i loved this request thanks so muchhh

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Hold Me Tight | p.p

pairing: peter parker x reader

genre: fluff (teeny weeny bit of angst if you squint)

warnings: none

Request: hey, can you make a fluff with peter based on the song shut up kiss me by angel olsen? thank you in advance! —nonny

word count: 2.6k

A/n: thank you for this request and bringing such an amazing song to my attention!! thx a million nonny! and uhhhh hopefully this makes sense???

also i have seen ffh twice now anD IT IS LITERALLY LIKE MY FAVORITE MOVIE??? I have so many ideas for fics now lmao. anyway go see far from home

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“Ughh!” you groaned as you flopped against the surface of MJ’s mattress. Her eyes didn’t leave the book she held above her face even as her body flopped from your weight on the bed.

“You should just tell him the truth.” She shrugged, glancing at you for a second.

“I have.” You groaned again, covering your face with your hands, dragging them down your skin.

MJ has been your friend for several years so she was always there for you with all your troubles. At this point she probably knew you better than you knew her.

She seemed cold and monotonous on the outside, even though she was a genuine and really understanding person on the inside. Sure, she could be a little awkward and say things that seemed harsh, but after getting to know her, you realized she was a friend you’d never want to loose.

“You’ve been hinting the truth.” She sighed, putting her book down and turning to face you. “Guys need you to be up-front with him.”

“Then what am i supposed to say?” You said hopping back up from the bed, returning to pace across the small room like you had been minutes prior.

“Well tell him how you feel for starters.” She sat up while staring at you blankly like she had said the most obvious thing in the world. Which, of course, it was.

“Oh, right...yeah.” You rolled your eyes as you continued to pace. “Hey Peter! So I just wanted to let you know that i know we’ve been friends since we were, like, babies and you probably see me as nothing more than a friend, but i like—no love—wait is love too soon?” You paused your rambling to look at your friend.

“I’d stick with like.”

“Right. Good idea.” You pushed back your hair from your face and took a deep breath. “And i like you a lot. You’re just perfect, attractive, kind, smart—“

“Okay okay, i get it.” MJ laughed and smiled at you, a sight few people got to witness (and live).

“I think its great.” You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “minus all the gushy mess at the end.” You sighed and slumped slightly, stopping your pacing.

“It’s just—hard.” You sat down on her bed again and sighed. “I’ve dropped ever hint i can think of. I’ve practically thrown myself at him. Maybe he just doesn’t like me that way.” You said, voice full of despair.

“Listen i’ve known Peter for a while, and i know that he does not see you as just a friend.” You narrowed your eyes at her in disbelief. “Okay, i’m sixty-seven percent sure.”

“That’s not a very good statistic.” You mumbled, resting your head in your palm.

“It’s better than zero percent.”

“Thanks.” You laughed slightly, attempting to make light of your situation. “I know i should just let it go...but i just can’t shake him.”

You looked back at your friend who was making a disgusted face and rolled her eyes playfully.

“Don’t you have plans with him tonight?” Her face returned to normal, and she smiled.

“Yeah, his Aunt invited my family over for dinner tonight.” You glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand and suddenly stood up. “Which is in an hour. I gotta go.”

She shook her head in amusement and smiled slightly. “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

You nodded confidently and ran out of her room and gave her parents a polite goodbye before jogging towards your house which was luckily only two blocks from hers.

The next hour was a whirlwind of emotions for you as you prepared for the night, the looming thought of your plans making you nervous, then excited, then scared.

You had tried on nearly ten different outfits, deciding that most were way to dressy for a simple spaghetti dinner. Eventually you decided on a loose-fitted, slightly over sized sweater and leggings. Comfy and cute.

You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, fixing your hair and checking your makeup.

“Okay...” You sighed. “I’m gonna do it.”

As if on cue, your parents were calling for you, and the ride to Peter’s house began. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away, just downtown, so you were there before you knew it.

You entered the Parker’s small yet inviting apartment to the smell of garlic, fresh vegetables, and assorted spices. May greeted you instantly with a hug and a wide smile.

She met your eyes with a strangely knowing look. “Peter’s up in his room, y/n.”

You nodded, thanking her politely before walking up the narrow stairs. You then stood before Peter’s door, sucking in a deep breath, you knocked lightly.

“Open.” You could hear his soft voice from inside. The sound of it only made your heart beat faster.

You pushed open the door, putting a light smile on your face as you entered.

“Hey Pete!” You called as you walked in before stopping in your tracks.

Your eyes widened as your face heated up rapidly, no doubt becoming as red as a tomato immediately.

Before you stood Peter, shirt in hand, hair messy, and only in a pair of boxers. “Uh—uh—“ You stammered to apologize but no coherent words came out.

“Oh my god i thought you were May—“ He rambled as he threw on the shirt in his hand and quickly found a pair of shorts.

You however had already turned around and was trying to hide your embarrassment. “S-sorry, i probably should have said something—I..”

“It’s fine! I totally forgot you were coming over...” You turned around slowly, making sure the coast was clear before facing him fully.

Pink dusted his cheeks as well. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down, avoiding eye contact.

You subtly examined his face, eyebrows bumping together as you noticed the cuts on his cheek and rather massive bruise on his temple.

“You look nice.” He said abruptly, as if knowing what you were about to say. He finally made eye contact, giving you a better view of the rest of his face which wasn’t in any better condition.

But his comment threw you off for a second. Suddenly the butterflies began to pool in the pit of your stomach. Eventually you ignored the giddy feeling a took a step towards him.

“You don’t.”

“Ouch.” He smiled at you, hiding his wince when he crossed his arms across his chest.

“No—I mean, you look nice just—ugh.” You pressed a hand against you temple. “Did you get into another fight?”

“No...no!” He shook his head, taking a step forward toward you only for his leg to give out, sending him crashing into you. You barely managed to catch him, his face inches from yours. “...yes.” He groaned weakly.

You pushed him backwards gently, making him sit on his bed. “Peter...you can’t keep getting into fights with those jocks.”

“Yeah...the jocks...” He seemed to be in a daze as he repeated your words.

You huffed and turned to leave his room. “I’ll be back.”

“Wait!” He called, attempting to stand up and go after you, but had to resort to simply sitting still due to his sore body. “Please don’t tell May..”

“I...won’t.” You said reluctantly before leaving to room and walking down the hallway to find the first aid kit.

It’s not like this was the first time you had to patch him up. There had been several times you had come over to hang out to find him with a black eye, bruised lip, blood dripping from his temple, or several pretty bad cuts. Yet, strangely enough, his wounds seemed to heal extraordinarily fast. He said that it was just genetics, but part of you didn’t believe that at all.

You sighed, grabbing the case from the cabinet in the bathroom and went back to Peter’s room.

He hadn’t moved since you left him, but he looked up from his phone with a smile when you entered.

You sat down in front of him on his desk’s chair and sighed in exasperation. “You need to stop getting into fights.” You rummaged around the plastic case before finding some antibacterial cream and wipes.

“I know—“

“You say that every single time, Peter!” You cut him off, refusing to make eye contact. “But all it does is get worse.” You paused for a moment. “I care about you....a lot. I hate seeing you like this.”

He was silent as if he was processing what you had just said, looking away from you as you dabbed a cloth across his forehead, wiping away the blood and dirt.

“We need to talk.” He whispered, a suddenly nervous smile worked his way upon his lips. “I have to tell you something.”

“I do too.” You confessed, finally making eye contact with him.

“You first?” He asked, wincing slightly as you pressed a bandaid over his sore skin. You finally finished patching him up and leaned back in the chair.

Your hands fidgeted in you lap as you tried to think of what to say.

“Pete...listen I..” You sucked in a deep breath, MJ’s advice from before giving you a tiny bit of courage. “This is so weird.” You mumbled under your breath, wishing you had never said anything in the first place.

“Y/n?? Are you ok?”

“No i’m not!” You snapped at him without realizing it. He seemed shocked before you looked away. “I’m sorry it’s just...you drive me crazy.”

You paused, taking several deep breaths. “I like you, Peter. So much. I throw hints left and right and you never seem to get it. It drives me insane.” You blurted out.

You expected him to either laugh at you or be even more shocked; part of you still hoped that MJ was right and he would confess back to you. What he said what not what you expected at all.

“I know you like me.”

Your jaw dropped open for a second before a small bit of anger began to pool in your stomach. “And you didn’t have the decency to just reject me?”

Your head whipped around to face him, eyes narrowed and eyebrows pushed together. “You gave me false hope, Peter!”

The look in his eyes softened. “I was just trying to protect you.” You reached out for you hand, but you jerked away from him.

“Protect? Protect me? From what?” You ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

“From me.” He bit the bottom of his lip before continuing. “Y/n...I really like you too... But i’ll put you in danger.”

“How the hell—?!”

“That’s what i was going to get to. I’m—“ He was cut off by you pressing a finger against his lips.

“Shut up...shut up and listen you me.” You murmured. “I don’t want your excuses. I don’t care what or who you’re ‘protecting’ me from.”

You leaned forward. “I love you. Peter Parker. You and whatever comes with you!”

He swallowed hard, glancing from your lips back to your eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

You could see the desperation in his eyes. Like he had been craving this, but part of him was still holding back. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted him. Your imagination had run wild so many times, and you didn’t want anything more than what was about to happen.

“Kiss me.” You breathed, gaze dropping to his lips as well. The look in his eyes suddenly changed as they flashed with something you hadn’t seen on him before.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you with no hesitation. His lips were slightly chapped, a strange contrast against your own soft lips.

His hands reached out to grip you hips, pulling you out of your seat and towards him. Hands flying to rest on his shoulders, you closed your eyes shut tightly, savoring the moment since you didn’t know if this would even happen again.

Your back arched slightly, pushing yourself against him. Peter froze for a second before pressing back against you equally.

You gasped suddenly when he grabbed your waist tightly and flipped you over so he was hovering above you on his bed.

He broke the kiss to look back at you, messy curls obstructing part of his view of you. Both of your chests heaved as the tension in the room began to build.

“Y/n...” He looked down at you, memorizing the sight of the girl he loved under him. “I love you too...but i’m scared. I’d hate for you to get hurt because of me.”

“Everyone gets scared, Peter.” You whispered, raising a hand to cup his cheek. “It’s what makes us human.” He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch gently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but i’ll always be here as your friend...or...” You looked away for a moment. “More?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he smiled. “You really deserve better.” He chuckled in a almost sad manner.

“I just want you.”

His smile faded for a second. “Would you still want me even though i’ve lied to you so much?”

You pulled back your hand from his cheek to smack him (lightly) on the cheek. “I have known you for my entire life. I know you—“

“But you don’t know al of me.”

“Then show me!” You sat up, scooting back away from him. “Stop this pity party and tell me already, dammit!”

“Fine!” He sighed heavily. “I’m...” He paused. “I’m Spider-Man.”

You eyebrows furrowed at his words in confusion. “So MJ was right?” You didn’t realize you had said that out loud until a few seconds after you had said it.

“What? MJ—she knows? Ah shit—“

“No she doesn’t actually know, it was just a hypothesis.”

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, but no words escaped him.

“Thanks for telling me, Pete.”

He looked back at you, eyes wide. “You’re angry at me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at him. “You’re a dork.” You crossed your legs and leaned forward, your noses barley brushing together. “But you’re the Peter i know and love...being Spider-Man...is fucking cool dude.” You smiled and laughed as you punched his shoulder lightly.

He winced at the gesture and you realized that he was still pretty beat up. “Oh my god i’m so so so sorry—“

“It’s fine.” Peter placed a finger against your lips, mimicking the way you had cut him off earlier. “I’m a superhero.” He shrugged smugly.

“Whatever...” You rolled your eyes at him. “Today was a roller coaster.” You mumbled out of nowhere.

“But its all i’ve ever wanted...” He admitted sheepishly, running his bandaid covered fingers through his messy hair.

“And all i want...” You smirked, a single phrase changing the mood in the atmosphere. The tension began to grow again as you moved closer to him, eyes hooded. “Is for you to shut up, kiss me, and never ever let me go.”

He closed his eyes, making a move towards you before suddenly backing away and staring at the door.

As if on cue, Aunt May opened the door with a wide smile on her face. “Dinner’s ready guys.” She was about to close the door again when she paused and looked at Peter’s face. “Really, Pete? Again?”

He simply shrugged, but she had already left with a huff and an eye roll.

You turned back at him, a mixture of amusement, surprise, and curiosity on your face. “What was that?”

He hopped up from his spot on the bed, seemingly forgetting about his injuries at the mention of food. He tapped his temple before holding out his hand to you.

“Peter Tingle.” He pulled you forwards, a little too eagerly as you went flying into his chest again. He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to you lips. “Now lets go get some food.”

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hi!! could you do tom holland x fem!reader where she has a fame of having a lot of love affairs and tom has a crush on her and one day he sees her having a breakdown because she can’t trust no one now because they only uses her for sex and stuff like that!! pls and thank u!!

post!! <3 hopefully i did this amazing request justice :)

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i know this is off topic for my blog but—

i just got a bird and his name is romeo and i fucking love him so much i’m gonna cry

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i dont have a kink but tom holland’s voice is my kink

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shut up and kiss me | t.h

pairing: tom holland x actress!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Request? nope but they are open

word count: 1.3k

A/n: Reader got the part of MJ instead of Zendaya in the AU sorry queen. But this literally took so long to write due to no motivation and writers block. maybe i’ll rewrite it so it doesn’t sound like trash lmao

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“Peter??” You called, hesitantly approaching the darker shadow of a figure before you. “Is that you?”

The figure stepped out of the shadows into the lighted path revealing your friend dressed in a torn spiderman suit. His eyes looked exhausted and his face was bloody and scarred.

“Oh my god.” Your legs seemed to move on their own as you ran into his arms, your own tightly wrapping around his shoulders. “I—I thought you were.....fuck. I’m glad you’re safe.” You stammered out, burying your face into his shoulder.

“MJ..?”

You looked up, your tear stained cheeks almost glowing in the street light. Your heart began to race suddenly as you stared back at your friend. His eyes seemed to sparkle, though you were sure it was only your imagination.

The thought of what was coming next...the kiss...the one that you’ve known about since you first received the script. But somehow you were still nervous. The thought of it would always make you blush or have insane butterflies.

You nearly shook your head to bring yourself back to reality. It was just a kiss. You were no stranger to having roles with the occasional kiss involved. This time it was different, however. None of your kisses had ever been with him.

See, over the course of shooting the Spider-Man movies, you had grown close with the famous heartthrob, Tom Holland. At first it started out as an amazing friendship—one that you could never forget—but since you started shooting Far From Home. Your relationship became more confusing.

A single glance could make you blush. A small brush of the finger would set your nerves on fire. He was your weakness. Your kryptonite.

As cliche as it sounded, you continued to fall harder and harder for your best friend and co-star. But of course you could never tell him. No...how could you ever tell him that during shoot sometimes your imagination ran a little wild? That sometimes you actually believed he liked you back. Sometimes you wished that it was all true.

You inhaled deeply, feeling as if your heart was in your throat.

“Pete..” You lifted your head, looking into his eyes. Your eyes flickered from his gaze to his lips, then back.

He did the same, gaze lingering on your lips a little longer. His hands slid down your waist to rest on your hips. Your heads slowly moved toward each other, tilting in opposite ways.

Your eyes fluttered shut. Your cheeks were burning. Your lips pressed lightly against his.

His body seemed to tense slightly at the contact, but you thought nothing over it as your senses became overwhelmed by his touch, smell, and presence.

His fingers gripped your waist, pulling you against his body tightly. His head tilted to deepen the kiss. It was almost as if he was enjoying it.

In the moment, you had forgotten about the cameras and dozens of people around you. Your imagination ran wild. It was almost to good to be true—

“aaaaaand CUT!!” The two of you jumped apart in surprise from the noise, like you had been interrupted from your own little world.

You glanced at your director, who gave you a thumbs up, then went about calling for a break then a reshoot.

You turned your head sheepishly back towards Tom. A small smile rested on his lips; his arms were folded across his chest leisurely. His mouth opened to say something, but with the sudden realization of what happened flooding into your mind, you mumbled a half-assed excuse and walked briskly away.

You almost broke into a run after you left the set. Walking down the hallway, you looked frantically for anywhere without people—somewhere you could collect you thoughts. Eventually, you opted for a mostly empty janitors closet.

You turned around, leaning against the wall, exhaling loudly. Your fingers intertwined into your hair, tugging lightly out of frustration. “What on—“

Your eyes widened when they settled on a figure that had apparently followed you through the doorway. Opening your mouth to scream in surprise, a hand clamped gently over your mouth.

To your horror, none other than Tom himself walked in the light from the single, half broken bulb. He placed a finger to his lips, then slowly released his hand from your mouth.

“Tom?? What are you doing?” You whisper-yelled at him, bumping your eyebrows together in frustration and confusion. Out of anyone, he was the last person you wanted to talk to.

“You looked upset—“ He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” His eyes looked so sincere—so beautiful. You could of melted on the spot.

“I’m fine..” You mumbled breathily, not looking at him.

“Y/n, are you sure?” He placed a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I just want to make sure. I really care about you—“

“Don’t.”

Tom’s eyes widened when you cut him off. You looked up, locking gazes through your slightly blurred vision. The actor opened his mouth to question you, but you put your hand up.

Suddenly, all the months of hiding felt like a waste. Your chest ached. You couldn’t take it anymore. A haze clouded over your thoughts as the words came spilling from your mouth.

“Don’t do that to me.” Your voice quivered even though you tried to sound stronger. “Don’t make me fall more in love with you. Don’t make me want you even more.”

“Y/n...”

As if the floodgates had opened, the tears that had been welling in your eyes finally began to fall.

“I can’t take it anymore! I’m in love with you, Tom!” You brushed your friends hand away from your shoulder bitterly. “But i never told you because i was your friend.”

“Y/n.”

“But i’m selfish.” You looked down as a sob racked through your body. “I don’t just want to be your friend. I want you to myself—“

“Y/N!” You gasped as your back hit the wall behind you. Tom’s hands kept you pinned at your sides; his face hovered near yours. A strange wave of deja vu seemed to wash through your mind.

“Shut up.” He whispered lowly. “Shut up and kiss me like you mean everything you just said.”

Your world suddenly seemed to slow as you looked at him with a shocked expression. But that didn’t stop you from closing your eyes quickly and slamming your lips against his in a whirl of passion, heat, and need.

You melted against his body; your knees began tremble from the amount of adrenaline and emotion burning through your veins.

“Tom..” You mumbled against his lips. Though, you received only a grunt from him. His hands answered you however, grabbing your hips firmly and pulling you against him.

His nibbled at you lower lip, causing you to smile against him, hands flying to become tangled in his soft, wavy hair.

Reluctantly, the two of you pulled away to finally catch your breath. You opened your eyes, meeting Tom’s gaze. You gave a half smile to which he reciprocated.

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on your jawline. “Y/n..” he breathed, his warm breath washing over the skin of your neck causing goosebumps to run down your spine. “I love you.” He punctuated every word with a soft kiss trailing down your skin.

His face returned to your level. “I..never told you because i thought i would loose you. But—“ He glanced down at your bodies that were still pressed against each other. “I guess i was very wrong.”

You laughed quietly at him. “We were both wrong.” You smiled, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. “But i wouldn’t take anything back for the world.”

“Neither would I.” His face beamed as he leaned down again, pressing his lips against yours again—this time in a softer more sincere manner.

The two of you drowned out the set crew calling your names, getting lost in the scent, touch, and presence of each other.

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so not that anyone is really gonna read this but i’m changing this blog to a marvel based page. i’m still going to leave my other fics up, but i most likey won’t continue writing for them :)

[afriendlyphobia]

How do you get popular for fics on this app? I’m really trying and l could use some advice

Hello nonny!

Aiiighttt so imma try my best since i’m not the best with advice (or even qualifed) but here we go!

sooo first things first: your blog isn’t going to just take off immediately. My first few fics (since deleted) got little to no notes, but the more you write and the more often you do—the more traffic you can get.

use a lot of tags!! it might feel really repetitive, but the more tags you use, the more chances that someone will find your work.

Experiment and write some different stuff! Variety might draw in some different people.

Write for you! It’s really hard to do sometimes (ask any writer on here) but it’s the most important part of writing. I find that i write a lot more details when i actually enjoy what i’m writing.

Writing isn’t like a checklist of things you have to meet, it’s a blank canvas; the story you tell is completely up to you. and —obvious one— practice makes perfect.

Make your blog interactive. Open requests, talk to your followers/mutuals, or answer asks.

HAVE FUNNNNNNN

And hey, if you wanna dm me with a link to you acct. i’d love to read some of your stuff!

Hopefully that answered most of your questions~ love yaaaaa

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“Got My Ion You”

pairing: Spider-man/peter parker x reader

genre: flufff

warnings: none :)

Request?

word count: 2.6k

A/n: tbh i got this idea while i was cleaning my room. so idk if it even makes sense and i haaaate itttt also this is the longest one shot fic i’ve ever written lord help me

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You looked up from your homework, chewing on the end of your pencil lightly. It was a habit that you had never been able to let go, but you claimed it helped you “think better”. You eyes narrowed in on your best friend who was currently lounging next to you on his phone.

“Hey Pete.” The brunette looked over at you, eyes wide with a puzzled expression.

“Exactly how does being on your phone help you with studying for finals?” You questioned him jokingly. After all, he was the one who had begged you to come over and study claiming that he couldn’t focus alone.

“I already know all the material.” He shrugged, going back to scroll through his feed.

Your eyebrows bumped together and confusion. “Then why did you beg and plead to come study with me?”

“Is there a problem with me wanting to hang out with my best friend since second grade?” He questioned you innocently, rolling onto his stomach. He placed his head on his palms and blinked at you with puppy eyes.

Okay, you had to admit he had a point. The two of you were practically inseparable. From spending almost everyday together or on video call to constantly texting, you almost considered him your brother.

Almost.

See, you happened to have a rather huge crush on none other than Peter Parker. You’d started having feelings for him nearly two years ago, and assumed that the butterflies would die in a few month. But you were wrong...so wrong.

The butterflies had seemed to multiply and now you were in love with the curly haired, starry-eyed, beautiful boy whom you called your friend...and nothing more.

But there was nothing you could do to fix your problem. You risked a lot by telling him about your feelings. Peter wasn’t the type to stop being friends with you just because you liked him, but you didn’t want to ruin things and make it awkward.

It was cliche, you knew that. But this was real life. Things don’t work like those movies and books do...right?

What you didn’t know is that Peter wasn’t much better off that you. He had liked you since, well, you first met him. He had just never said anything due to the same reasons you had.

That and recently Peter had started having a growing attraction to someone he could never tell you about in a million years.

You shook your head, coming back to reality, and rolled your eyes at him. “What are you doing anyway?”

He showed the screen of his phone to you before moving it back. “Reading science pick up lines.” He said, as if the pastime was completely normal.

“Oooooh~ Peterrr wanna tell me about her?” You cooed, mimicking a basic highschool girl while moving closer to him.

“Nahhh.” He rolled over onto his side so his back was facing you. “Don’t think I will.”

You’d be a liar if you didn’t admit that you’re heart dropped for a second. But how could you not expect him to have a crush on someone else. Honestly you were surprised he didn’t even have anyone in the first place considering how beautiful and perfect he was.

You didn’t reply, only going back to study your notes. Your answer being in the form of the sound of you writing.

“Do you wanna hear one?” His soft voice asked after a few seconds of silence.

You signed and slowly nodded without looking up, but you could just tell he was beaming at the moment.

“Ok ok... So. My love for you is like the universe.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Never ending!”

His face almost made you laugh, but just for the spite of it, you kept a straight face and slowly shook your head in fake disapproval.

“Not feelin it?”

“Try another one, Champ.” You rolled your eyes, a tiny smile pulling at your lips.

“Fine.” He sighed, scrolling through his phone for another second before glancing at you. “Do you like science? Cuz i’ve got my ion you.”

The joke was bad enough, but Peter, being the little shit he is, added a wink into the mix. To avoid blushing madly from the tiny gesture, you picked up a pillow and threw it at him as hard as possible.

“What the—Ouch!” He flailed off the bed, exaggerating his pain and rolled around on the floor. “Oh i’m wounded!” He groaned before picking the same weapon up and chucking it back at you.

You ducked, missing his attack completely. You smiled widely at him, holding up two middle fingers innocently.

“You’re the worst.” You rolled your eyes, a tiny giggle still detectable in your voice. “You and your pick-up lines.”

“Hey, I’m just warming up.” Peter sat up, pushing the messy curls from his eyes. “You must be a 90 degree angle because to me, you look just right.”

“PETER!” You yelled, once again chucking the pillow back at him. This time however, you were giggling at his stupid self. It wasn’t long before he too joined you as a laughing mess. All which was music to your ears.

~•~

The next day was an absolute roller coaster for you. It started out like any normal day, but after getting an Avengers alert in the middle of AP Chem, things got a little crazy.

That would be your third unexcused absence that week. If you kept your side job up, your mother would start to wonder what you were doing instead.

Of course it wasn’t your fault, it was either get perfect attendance or save the world. You chose the latter.

Stumbling out of school, you ran into a abandoned alley way and began hurriedly stripping out of your school clothes, revealing the slightly armored spandex suit that was hidden beneath. You shuffled through your bag, pulling out the black, red, and silver mask.

You stuffed your school back in its normal hiding spot before running down the alley, failing to notice the webbed (in plain sight) backpack also there.

“Hey. F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You tapped your temple.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?” The automated voice responded.

“Pick me up.”

“Already on it, look behind you.” You glanced over your shoulder, smiling under your mask as your similarly colored motorcycle approached from behind.

Doing a backflip at exactly the right moment, you landed perfectly on the seat of your ride. Gripping the handles, your sped up, moving faster towards the indicated spot on your mask’s digital map.

“Incoming call from: Spider-Man.” You raised your eyebrows at the notification but told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to answer it.

“Hey Webhead!” You greeted your partner. Without the original Avengers around to protect Manhattan, the two of you had become the next generation. The dynamic duo. Partners in fighting crime. “How’s downtown looking?”

You heard incoherent sarcastic mumbling before getting a reply. “Looks like a giant mechanic thingy.”

“Thingy? Very professional.”

“—Shut up. You’re late anyway.”

You swerved hard around a truck, leaning in order to make it in time before oncoming traffic reached you. “Sorry we live in Manhattan. Traffic isn’t always ideal.” You rolled your eyes at your partner.

“Wanna take the high route?” You could hear the ‘thwip’ sound of his webshooters, knowing that he was already in his way.

You didn’t reply, just ended the call and gave F.R.I.D.A.Y a quick command. “Hey take over for me, will you?”

“Of course.”

You let go of the handle bars, raising one arm, knowing your spider-friend wasn’t far away.

A gloved hands clasped your semi-covered one and pulled you into the air.

“Yoink!” You looked up at the hero, knowing that he was grinning behind his mask.

“Really? Every time?” Your mask’s eyes narrowed at him in faux disapproval.

He shrugged, using the momentum of swinging to pull you up against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to let go of you and use both hands to swing through the city. You could feel his heart beat, and it was racing. You could only assume he was nervous about the fight; you were too.

The two of you were close, fighting crime together for almost a year now was one of the factors. However, you didn’t really know who he actually was.

It was a promise you both made when you signed up for the job. You weren’t gonna let your personal lives get mixed with your hero lives. It was sensible, but it didn’t keep you from wondering what he looked like under than mask. You’d be naive to assume he never thought the same.

Not long after, the two of you were standing on a rooftop, watching as the giant mechanical monster worked it’s way towards the heart of Manhattan.

You breathed out an exasperated breath as you watched it. “Hydra again?”

Spider-Man crossed his arms across his chest and shrugged. “I’m assuming so. Looks tougher than last time though.”

“Don’t be a whimp.” You shrugged, attempting to mask the worry in your own voice. “You ready to go, Spidey?”

He looked from you, to the machine, then back to you. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He held out his hand, ready for your famous handshake.

You smiled, following his lead before jumping into action.

~i can’t write fight scenes help~

Nearly two hours later, you sat on the same rooftop from before as a bruised, sweaty, and bloody mess. You could feel the wounds healing due to your healing factor, but it hurt none the less.

Spider-man has dropped you off (per your command) and was dealing with the clean up and press. but you expected him to be back at any moment.

As if he had heard your thoughts, the masked web-slinger showed up. He landed on the rooftop, his body language showing how exhausted he really was.

He stumbled over to you, sliding down the same half wall you rested against.

“Back from the red carpet?” You quipped, trying to control your heaving breathing.

“Har. Har.” He mock laughed, placing a hand over the burned scar on his abdomen while wincing.

He glanced at you, one of his fiberglass eye-lenses was cracked, giving you the first look at his real eyes you had ever seen. But there was something else, the tiny part of his cheek you could seen was...pink? Was he blushing?

You shook your head. No, of course not. He was probably just worn out.

But his eyes didn’t leave your figure. They were searching you, even though most of your face was covered (except for the parts now exposed from cuts and burns).

But there was something familiar about those eyes. Something that you couldn’t put your together due to your hazy, tired mind.

Your partner seemed to be thinking something similar as you. But he gave up, resting his head back against the wall and sighed heavily.

“Hey.” He breathed, not looking at you. You didn’t verbal reply, just looking at you with tired eyes. “Do you like science?”

You raised you eyebrow, mouth moving to open as you finally began to piece two and two together.

“Cuz I’ve got my ion you.” Laughing breathlessly at his joke, the hero attempted to lighten the mood. the effort caused him to wince several times during the process.

“Wha...what the?” You slowly sat up, eyes widening. “Peter..?”

The visible eye widened in shock. “Uh, uh.” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. “What are you talkin—“ You pulled off you mask, eyes still wide with surprise. “Y/N?!!”

Spider-man reached up and pulled up off his own mask, his eyes nearly as wide as yours.

There sat your childhood best friend, bruised from battle, with his mouth hanging wide open.

“How can this be?” He asked, his voice going an octave higher as he stuttered. “My best friend is also my hero partner? That’s crazy, i mean, what are the chances of that? And to think I stopped liking you because i thought i had no chance and I started liking your alter ego—wait, shit.” He covered his mouth with his hands.

“Peter...?” Leaning towards him, your voice fell to just barely above a whisper. “You like...me?”

“Well I...” He glanced at you and pushed back his messy curls from his forehead. “Yes...I like you. I’ve liked you ever since we met.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly, already knowing the reason.

“Because...you just seemed so out of my league.” He glanced down at his hands, fidgeting nervously with the webshooters. “You’re amazing, sweet, kind, and absolutely beautiful. Plus we have such an amazing friendship I—“ He took a deep breath when you placed your own hand over his, slowly interlocking them.

He looked up at you, a sudden wave of boldness washing through his veins. “—I don’t wanna just be your friend.”

His free hand moved up to cup your cheek; his eyes glanced from your eyes to your lips. “I want to be more.” He breathed.

You didn’t reply, your actions speaking for you as you leaned closer to him.

“Can I..?” Peter asked, unsure suddenly as doubts began to flood his mind.

You could tell he was about to say something else, but before he could say anything, you gently pressed your lips against his.

And suddenly a beautiful feeling washed over you. Those butterflies you had been holding onto seemed to burst into freedom. Your lips moved in sync, like they were made to be together.

Peter’s hands found your hips naturally, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. You hands wrapped around his neck, fingers twirling gently in his soft hair.

Pulling back for hair, your chests heaved, but you kept your forehead pressed against his.

“Hey Pete?” You asked softly.

He hummed in response, face still red and heart pounding.

“I think...I love you.” You whispered now only a few centimeters from his lips.

Peter’s heart skipped a beat when you said those words. Those magical words he never thought he would hear you say. He bit his lips, savoring the sound of you saying it play over and over in his mind.

“Can you..” He hesitated. “Can you say that again?”

Your eyebrows bumped together as you leaned back to get a better look at him. “I love you?”

Like a giddy middle school girl, he fell backwards, nearly giggling from all the emotions that were coursing through him.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” He laughed, covering his face with his hands before jumping up.

“I love you. I love you. I love you!” He laughed, forgetting all previous pain. You looked at him, smiling at how genuinely happy he was. He reached a hand out to you, pulling you up.

He twirled you around, causing you to giggle at his pure reaction to the event. Coming back in from the twirl, you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly.

He laughed softly, resting his head in the crook of your neck, beaming like a little kid in a candy store.

“Are you less than 90 degrees?”

“Peter, don’t you dare—“

“Cause you’re acute girl!” He laughed, and you pushed away from him, punching his chest (lightly of course). He laughed, giving you the biggest grin possible. “You know you love me.” He smirked, winking at you.

You blushed, shaking your head as you crossed your arms. “Yeah..” You huffed. “Yeah I love you..”

You smiled at each other, getting lost in the magic of the night.

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how about a tom x reader where the readers a actress or something and one of his brothers has a crush on her? lol, thanks ❤️

posted! 💕

[afriendlyphobia]

Unprofessional Jealousy

genre: Fluff? idk tbh

pairing: jealous!Tom Holland x actress!reader

workcount: 1.3k

warning: some implied mature themes (?)

request? yes : “how about a tom x reader where the readers a actress or something and one of his brothers has a crush on her? lol, thanks ❤️” ~nonny

a/n: sooooo i got carried away :) + in not sure if i got the request right? but i hope you all like this anyway. ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMMMM

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Tom scowled across the table. His hands fidgeted in his lap as he watched you, his girlfriend, laugh and talk with his brother of all people. The same brother who just so happened to have a huge crush on his girlfriend.

Harry laughed at one of your jokes. Reached out, he placing a hand on your exposed shoulder as the both of you rocked back and forth from laughing.

Tom’s blood began to boil as he watched the two of you, especially with Harry having made a pretty bold move. He clenched his fists, knuckles pure white, and tensed his muscles.

You were wearing that dress for him. Not harry. If anything, Tom should be the only one allowed to touch you. It was supposed to be a celebratory dinner for the success of Endgame and Y/n’s first feature film: Incognito. He clenched his jaw now, eyes zeroed in on you.

“Hey..kid.” A hand came down to rest on his shoulder. Following the arm, Tom looked up at Robert, who quirked an eyebrow at him. “Something up?”

He just shook his head in response, loosening up a little. “I’m not feeling the best right now. Must’ve been something i ate.”

The older nodded understandably. “You need a ride home then?”

“I think i’ll be okay until the dinner’s over.” He said, using a forced smile to avoid suspicion.

“Alright, i got you. It should be over any time now.” Robert squeezed his shoulder lightly before letting go. “Hang in there, kiddo.” He gave him a knowing look and wink before turning back to talk to Scarlett and Chris.

Thankfully for Tom, the dinner ended shortly, and he was ready to get the hell out of there. He stood up, said his goodbyes, and walked over to you. You were still talking to him of course.

“Hey babe.” He walked up beside you, wrapping an arm firmly around your lower waist.

“Well hello~” You cooed at him, smiling brightly. “Harry and I were just having a wonderful conver—“

“Yeah i’m thrilled to hear that.” He cut you off. His tone was laced with sarcasm. his face had a deadpan expression. “Ready to go?”

You furrowed your brows at him. Glancing between the two Holland’s, you slowly nodded. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, stomach’s bugging me. Must’ve been something I ate.” He gently pushed you along, still holding your waist tightly. “Bye Harry.” He mumbled, making eyes contact with the younger.

It looks could kill, Harry would be six feet under.

The walk out to the car was silent except for the rather unnecessary slam of Tom’s door. He didn’t speak a word to you, didn’t look at you, nor did he have any expression.

He gripped the steering wheel, his fingers drumming against them as his mind replayed the events at the dinner over and over again.

You looked at your amazing, but obviously jealous, boyfriend. A small smirk rested on your lips as you looked back at the road. You knew what you were doing. Of course you did.

The world might know Tom as the adorable, nerdy, witty, outgoing fluffball, but you knew he was a man that had a jealousy issue. And you just loved to poke the beast.

You thought back to the first time you noticed this side of his personality. It was during the time he was still shooting for Endgame. Of course you wanted to support your lover; so on the days you too weren’t shooting, you came to watch his scenes.

Tom had grown into the habit of looking at you and either grinning, making a heart with his hands, or just waving. So one day when he looked over to smile, he was surprised to find you chatting with one of the stage managers. A rather good looking one at that. His smile disappeared, and he quickly got up and walked away from your line of sight.

That night was one rollercoaster as he pouted (adorably you might add), and whined about the whole escapade.

You nearly laughed at the memories; but looking at Tom right now. He seemed a lot different than that night.

“Tom?” You asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t turn to look at you. “Oh so now you want to talk to me.” He grunted with no expression other than pure sarcasm.

“I—“

“No. No. i don’t want excuses.” Tom shook his head as he turned the steering wheel to pull into the drive way. “I just think it’s crazy how my own girlfriend doesn’t want to talk to me all night.”

He slammed to brakes, causing the car to jerk harshly to a stop. You let out a small gasp in surprise but got no remorse from him. He got out, walked up to your shared home, and disappeared inside leaving you to your own thoughts.

You sucked in a deep breath as you unbuckled yourself and followed his path.

You began to regret your choice after seeing Tom like this. Obviously he was hurt by it, and now it was starting to hurt you to see him like that.

You pushed open the front door, placing a hand on the side wall to unstrap your heels first.

“Hey..Tom?” You called softly. No response.

Must be in the bedroom. You thought to yourself. Walking down the hallway you still called for him.

“Listen, I’m sorry—“ You opened the bedroom door and took a few steps forward. Glancing around, you were surprised that he wasn’t there.

“what the—“ You were cut off by your own yelp in surprise when two hands reached out of nowhere and grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the wall.

Tom looked at you, his face still expressionless, but his eyes told the story. He was furious with you. But he wanted payback.

He raised his eyebrows a small smirk working its way onto his lips. “You don’t really think that i don’t know what you’re doing?” He said his hot breath washing over your neck, sending goosebump trails down your spine.

He placed a soft kiss against the skin of your neck. “Is this what you wanted?” He bit down, immediately finding your sweet spot, evoking a gasp from you.

“Tom-“ He kissed your neck again, effectively keeping you from speaking a fluid sentence. “I—I was just, ah, just teasing.”

“And I’m not just teasing?” Detaching himself from your neck, he moved back slightly. He didn’t look up at you immediately though, being that he was quietly admiring the dark spot forming on your skin. He smiled slightly at his work; now everyone knew whose you were.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He moved his face closer to you. Your cheeks started burning? “You haven’t seen asshole yet.”

His hands left their place on your wrists to firmly grasp your hips. He smashed his lips into yours in a desperate, passion filled kiss. You hands moved up, resting on his chest for a moment before intertwining in his dark curls.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes tightly getting lost in the feeling. His hands slowly rose up the side of your form fitting dress and then—

He was gone.

You opened your eyes to see him walking away, leaving you as a hot mess.

“Told you you haven’t seen asshole.” Tom shrugged, walking nonchalantly out of the room.

“Thomas Stanley Holland I swear—“ You yelled, running after your boyfriend, huge yet devious smile on your face.

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p.s.

thanks for 51 followers <3

[afriendlyphobia]

Schools out bitch

soooo since i’m officially out now and i have more time to do stuffs and i feel like writing sooo send me lil things and i’ll write you a blurb, drabble, or whatever for anything :)

Please i’m really lonely and bored

[afriendlyphobia]

Peter exhibiting big Tony Stark Energy!

Perfection.

Even better.

Straight up Tony’s son!

[afriendlyphobia]

[8:23am]

(A/n: i literally accidentally deleted this draft and had to start over so i’m sorry if this is really bad and unedited)

Having a witty, sarcastic, kick-butt boyfriend definitely had its pros. Meaning he would have plenty of playful banter with you, cheer you up with some wise-cracks, and even defend you. However, it had its cons. Like how some comments would just roll off of his tongue before he could process it and accidentally hurt or offend you. He would make it up to you with plenty of kisses or a web-sling tour of the city.

Peter Parker was a dork, but you loved him with all, your heart.

You couldn’t help but laugh at your thoughts as you finished your hair and applying makeup before work. It was hard to imagine that only 5 years ago, the two of you were just barely high schoolers without a single clue who each other were. Until you met at a German airport, that is.

Stifling a chuckle, you finished the last wing of eyeliner while the memory of you pinning the young spider-man down before winking and running off to fight the others. First impressions matter.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, finally done with your morning routine. Fluffing your hair one last time, you checked you outfit again in the full body mirror. Then, grabbing your purse, you wandered out of the bathroom into the connected master bedroom of the apartment.

You glanced at the bed, finding only a tuft of brown hair peeking above the sheets. You smiled softly at him before grabbing your keys from the nightstand. Work had run late for him last night, you had no expectations for him to be up and fully functional before 10:00.

“Poor guy,” you thought. You glanced up at the bed again, surprised to find a pair of half-hooded, brown eyes peering back at you. Peter’s face was flush red, and a small trail of drool ran from the corner of his lips to his chin.

“Oh, hey Pete.” You grinned, walking closer to the bed.

“Hi baby..” He murmured against part of the pillow his head still rested on, obviously fighting to stay awake. “Where’re you goin’?”

“Work.” You gave him a half twirl, subtly showing off your outfit of the day. “How do I look?”

He watched you quietly, eyeing you up and down at least twice. His eyes locked onto yours before, in the most serious tone, he replied, “With your eyes, (y/n).”

You fake gasped and crossed your arms across your chest, trying not to just out laughing. “Wooooow, low blow.” You huffed and turned away from him. “If you’re gonna be like that then I’m gonna just leave.” You began to pace away, but a gentle yet firm force pulled you back onto the bed.

You let out a small yelp as you hit the bed, but Peter’s arms wrapped tightly around you before you could even attempt to escape. “I’m only joking, you look absolutely stunning, as always.” He murmured against the shell of your ear; his hot breath caused you to begin to blush as well.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, let me go!” You squealed, squirming against his firm grip. “I have work, and you know that.”

“Stark and Banner can wait, I can’t.” He pouted, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. “I never get to see you anymore.”

“We went on a date two days ago, dumbass.”

He began leaving trails of small kisses up your neck, slowly moving towards your jawline. “I never get to see you anymore.” He punctuated the whine with a soft nibble.

You sighed heavily, you would give anything to stay with him, but Stark really needed you for this experiment, you couldn’t skip. “I’m never late to work, you know I hate being late.”

“First time for everything.” His trail had reached your cheek, and he had managed to maneuver his body to hover above yours during the process. “Take a sick day.” He said, peppering your face with tiny, bearly-even-touching-your-skin kisses.

“But I’m not sick?”

“Cough! Cough!” He wheezed and gagged, his acted horrible, pretending to be sick. “Well I, cough, came home sick, cough, and now you’re , cough, sick too.”

“Likely story.” You rolled your eyes. He raised his eyebrows, moving his face towards yours. His lips hovered just above yours, and just about then you were tempted to give in, you just wanted a kiss—

“Cough!”

You grimaced as the twenty-year old, child at heart, coughed loudly in your face. You looked up at him with the most dirty look you could muster. His eyes only reflected an innocent look back.

“Want me to kiss it better?” Peter smiled brightly, knowing his plan was just about to win.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” You rolled your eyes.

The hero held up your phone, shaking it slightly for emphasis. “Well first of all, call Stark and tell him you’re sick. Then—“ He leaned down hovering centimeters above your face. “You stay here with me.”

You leaned up, pressing your soft lips against his slightly chapped ones. “Sounds like a plan to me.”