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manhattan longing // tasm!peter parker

❥ tender hands, late nights, secrets, falling from great heights.

wc: 1.1k

navigation ✩ new york private life (I) ✩ empire state of mind (II)

Peter Parker never thought a wall looked so good to punch. Sitting backwards on your toilet while you shakily stitch up a gash on his back does that to a man.

The adrenaline from the fall wore off and Peter realized he probably didn't just land on the concrete of the sidewalk.

Plus, the glass you ungraciously pulled from his wound answered any doubt.

Speaking of ungracious, the needle in his back was definitely not forming and sort of straight lines.

Peter clutches the toilet lid like a vice. Knuckles turning white and head feeling light from how long he's been holding his breath.

"Okay, this should be the last one," the tone in your voice makes him feel awful for the pain he's feeling. He can here the sadness in your voice, how bad you feel for hurting him.

You push through his skin, pulling the stitch tight and cutting the string. Peter intakes a breath, attempting to dig his nails into the porcelain he's wrapped himself around.

You set the needle on the counter, both peter and you letting out a long awaited breath. His shoulders slump. You slowly reach up, running a thumb over healed scars, all white and jagged.

"Do you fall on glass often?" Your tone is soft and close to a whisper.

Peter turns his head to the side, looking at you over his shoulder. "No, I...." he pauses, attempting to think of a good excuse. Though, you don't know that. "I used to, uhm, box. Yeah. It was intense."

"Oh," you frown slightly, tilting ur head.

You back up, allowing Peter to stand. He turns to face you, revealing a forgotten scar on his chest.

It's long. It spans from his collar bone diagonally to the bottom of his rib cage and it's almost an inch wide.

"Peter," you whisper. "There's no way you got that boxing."

Peter quickly grabs his shirt off the counter, pulling it over his head. "That one's not, I don't really wanna talk about it."

Shame. Shame and embarrassment crash over you like a cold wave. Why the fuck did i mention it?!

You look down at your hands, digging your nails into the sides of each other. "Sorry, I didn't mean to over step."

"No, nonono, don't be sorry. It's okay," Peter smiles at you and, in one spontaneous moment, he's brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

His heart is pounding in his chest. Fear of pushing a boundary crawling up his body.

Your cheeks are warm and before you know it, your hand is holding his against your face, thumb rubbing his knuckles.

"You're so sweet, Peter Parker."

Fucking kiss her!

You let your fingers trail along his arm, trying to give him a hint he can pick up on.

Fucking kiss me!

It's the perfect time too. God her smile. And her hands, they're so soft, and gentle. Loving in a way he never knew he needed.

"Thank you for fixin' me up," Peter gives a lopsided smile, pulling his hand back to his side.

A cold absence takes hold of where his hand once was.

"Of course," you give a flat smile. "You saved my life. It's the least I can do."

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

You offer Peter to stay the night, again saying it's the least you can do in repayment of his heroic act.

You both end up on the couch, curled up watching tv. Again, seeing a couple embrace and feeling the same longing from the other day.

You move to lay your head on Peter's shoulder, letting his arm wrap around you, and sighing into him. Comfort overtakes your body as you sink further into him, slowly running your hand up and down his forearm.

His heart is pounding in his chest. Nerves shaking his hands and his thoughts. "y/n?"

This is it. I'm finally gonna kiss her.

"Yes?"

And with the sweet, sleepy tone of your voice he feels all his confidence start to fizzle. His brain short-circuits trying to come up with a cover up.

"D'you wanna go to bed?"

"Yeah," you yawn, pushing further into him.

Pete leads you from the living room to your bedroom, making sure to turn all the lights off along the way. He pauses once you reach the bedroom, not sure where to go.

You turn and walk up to him, grinning. You place a hand on his chest, feeling his pulse increase.

Peter has no idea what to do. His heart is in his throat, hands tingling.

You let your hand slide up his torso and to the back of his neck, getting as close as you can to him. Peter gulps, looking from your eyes to your lips then back again.

Time seems to stand still, neither of you breathing nor looking away from each other. You tangle your fingers into the brown curls and the nape of Pete's neck, twirling them.

Finally, you pull Peter down to you fully. You kiss him the intensity of the sun. He immediately reciprocates. Your bodies instantly meld into one. Finding their way to the bed and laying you down on your back.

Peter Parker is hovering above you, smiling like an idiot. The same Peter Parker that you loved way back in ninth grade. You were both fourteen, both idiots. The Peter above you now is the same one that fell off the jungle gym in gym class in second grade and blamed you for distracting him.

All the memories swell in your mind, bubbling into one thought you can't help from leaving your lips.

"I have loved you for a long time, Peter Parker."

Peter's eyes go wide, head tilting towards you. "You, what?"

"Have loved you for a long time. since ninth grade to be exact," you state seriously.

You've said it twice and yet, he still can't process it. You notice and try to help him out. You push him over on his side, moving yourself the same way.

"When we were both fourteen, we went on a school field trip to the Empire State Building. We all got to go to the top, but i was afraid of heights. So, you held my hand and told me-"

"If you fall, I'll fall with you," both of you repeat together. And in a crazy twist of fate, you both did fall together.

"I've loved you ever since then."

Peter grabs you by the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss. Souls connecting into one like two water drops.

He can't believe it. You. You've loved him from the same moment he loved you, and after all this time, you made it back to each other. Falling harder than ever.

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matt sturniolo-mixed

it was hard being mixed, you would admit that to only your close friends.

in the winters you would look pale after not being outside for extended periods of time. in the winters it was hard to believe you were half mexican.

in the summers you could tan easily, and it was very rare you would burn. matt on the other hand would burn easily.

in the summers it was hard to believe you were half white.

matt always encouraged you to go to the doctors when you were ill. you always went alone, so no one could see you hesitate between caucasian and hispanic, before settling on the mixed box.

you often envied people who were full something, didn’t matter what they were. black, white, asian. you just wished you didn’t have to explain your heritage to others.

your moms side had encouraged you to learn spanish, but had never taught you themselves. matt offered to learn with you, but you could never find the time. and since you were older, already 19, it wouldn’t sound natural anyway.

so at family reunions you would stand in the corner with a close cousin and they would explain everything your family members said.

your dads side however, you were the black sheep in the family. they were all blonde haired blur eyed. and you were stuck with your brown hair and eyes.

matt didn’t care about any of this though. he thought your thick curly brown hair was beautiful, he told you every day as you styled it.

he thought your brown ayes were so so pretty, especially when you went in the sun and they turned caramel.

he even told you once that when the sun hits your hair just right some strands seem blonde, and you told him it was probably from your dads side.

matt didn’t care that you were mixed, he loved you just the way you are.

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i neeeeeeed a pt 2 of champagne problems x

tysm for reading it i can say a pt 2 will be coming but i can’t say whennn probably within the next week if i can remember

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matt sturniolo-champagne problems

genre-angst

warnings-crying, cursing

description-a few months after rejecting matt’s proposal, y/n writes a song about how she felt

you walked in the door with him, the cold air hitting your face. you could smell the turkey, and all the other foods matt’s parents had been making.

“come in, come in.” mary lou said, ushering you and matt inside.

“madi! nate! i didn’t know you guys were coming.” you said giving them each a quick hug.

“yeah, we’d be insane to miss this.” nate said sharing a glance with madi.

“yeah thanksgivings with marylou are the best!” you said, oblivious to their hidden meaning.

you ate together, until you swore you could burst. you had some of the cookies nate’s mom made, and the brownies you and matt had made. it was mostly you of course, matt started yelling at nick about something two seconds in.

“y/n these are really good!” madi said, causing matt to look over in disbelief.

“hey i helped too!” matt said and you both gave him a look.

you noticed matt seemed anxious, something he never was around his closest friends and family. he would take a deep breath on occasion, fiddling with his hands.

at the end of dinner you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, feeling queasy after everything you’d eaten.

you heard the quiet chatter, and wondered why they were whispering. you walked quietly out into the hallway, but the door closing behind you gave you away.

“it’s time matty.” chris said as you walked in, patting his brothers back.

“y/n.” he said, taking a step towards you. “look, i’ve known you since middle school. you’ve been by my side through a ton of shit. and i’ve been by yours. we’ve gone through our weird phases, and we almost lost each other a few times. but here’s the thing, i never want to lose you. and i hope i never do. i want to be with you for the rest of my life. so, y/n will you-”

you didn’t hear the rest of his speech, as the world went quiet around you. everything seemed to move in slow motion, you watched as he got down on one knee.

you felt your breath catch in your throat as he opened the small black box and there sat a diamond ring. you could see something engraved on the side, but weren’t close enough to see what it is.

“matt.” you whispered, tears in your eyes.

you could see the admiring smiles from your friends and family. and it was now that you noticed that your mom and dad were there, smiling.

“y/n?” matt said, still waiting for an answer. “y/n say something.”

“no.” you said, your voice sounding braver than you actually were.

“what?” he said, seemingly falling apart right before you.

“i cant.” you said quietly, your voice breaking.

“no, y/n. we’ve talked about this.” he said, moving from one knee, down to two.

you shook your head, unable to say anything.

“no please y/n, we’re meant to be, i know we are.” he said, pleading with you. he took your hand in his, and that was the moment you took a step back and walked away from him.

you took a couple more steps back, looking at the horror and sympathy on their faces. you turned around and walked towards the front door. you ran quickly down the porch steps.

“y/n, wait!” a voice said, and there was marylou. you didn’t want to have to face her right now.

“matt wanted you to have this.” she said, handing you the ring. you looked down and the ring had m+(your first initial)

and at that you broke, knowing it was best for you to walk away, but wishing you didn’t have to. mary lou hugged you right in her arms, whispering how it would all be okay.

and she was right in some ways, you were better now. over a year had passed, and while you still couldn’t sleep, you were able to say his name without breaking down.

“so, boston, i am happy to say that this is the first stop on my very first tour,” you said, causing the fans to scream.

“and i have never ever played this song live before, so i am happy to take you with me, back to where it all started.” you said, and your fingers began to play the first notes.

you knew this song by heart by now, as you played the first verse. it took you back to the moments you and him had, and how by choosing to walk away you lost everything.

you looked around the crowd, a smile on your face. then you looked towards the middle, directly in front of you. matt’s perfect seat, in his opinion.

and there he was, with nick and chris by his side. madi and nate ok the other side of chris. you weren’t surprised they were here, but matt? that surprised you.

you were sure he knew that this song was about him, but why would he come? especially after all you did?

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i know "gn!reader" means gender neutral, but, my brain always short-circuits to goodnight reader!

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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

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I love Buying groceries!!! I love eating!!!

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Marauders x Y/n incorrect quotes

Can be read as poly or as platonic

Masterlist

—

Y/n, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Sirius, pulling out an Uno card: +4

James, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Remus, trembling: What are we playing

—

*Y/n is cooking*

Sirius: Any chance that’s for me?

Y/n: It’s for Remus. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side

James: I never realised the planning that went into being a disappointment

—

Y/n: Dammit, Sirius!

Sirius: What?! It wasn’t me!

Y/n: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, James!

James: Not me either

Y/n: Oh...Then who set the common room on fire?

Remus: *whistles*

—

James: I sleep with a gun under my pillow

Sirius: I sleep with a knife

Y/n: Both of you are pathetic

James: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/n: Remus

—

James: What’s the announcement, Remus?

Remus: It’s a lecture. Sirius’s gonna tell us everything he knows about sex

Y/n: It should be an enjoyable 60 seconds

—

James: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”

Y/n: *looks over at Sirius and Remus*

Y/n: Is it “sexual tension”?

—

Y/n: Hey Remus, wanna third wheel on my date with James tomorrow

Remus: Sure

Y/n: Sirius! Wanna third wheel on my date with James tomorrow?

Y/n: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Remus & Sirius: ...

James: Y/n…

—

Remus: Bad news—James locked us out of our dorm room

Remus: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a professor

Remus: Bad news—Sirius finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my tragic backstory. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls

Remus: Good news—a cute girl saw me do it

Remus: Bad news—it was Y/n, and since she's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she'll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late

—

James: Sirius, you'll be working with Remus and Y/n

Sirius: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Sirius: ...Of people on a team

—

Remus: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff and got distracted

Y/n: I'm stuff!

Sirius: I'm got distracted!

James: We had sex

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Life of Dr. Y/n L/n: Part 5

Y/n: *throws piece of lunch meat a Alex while he's sleeping*

Alex, without opening his eyes: *shoves entire piece of ham into his mouth*

Y/n, whispering: I fucking hate you.

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energy-matt sturniolo

pairing-matt sturniolo x reader

warnings-none!!

desc.-you need a cute boy while working

a/n-this is more of a blurb but hope you like it!!

“that’s a lot of monster,” you chuckled, looking up at the boy in front of you. you scanned the 24 pack of monsters, and the coffee he had placed in front of you moments before.

“have you heard of that thing where you put monster instead of water inside a coffee machine?” he said, looking at you with humor glinted in his eyes.

“ooh, tried that. wouldn’t recommend it.” you said, giving him a grimace.

he gave you a questioning look, telling you to continue with his ocean eyes.

“did that once before a final, i’m pretty sure i almost had a heart attack.”

“from the final or the monster?” he asked, like it genuinely could be either.

“oh, definitely from the final.” you joked, and your hands brushed against his quickly.

“well i guess ill see you around monster girl.” he said, taking his bag off of the checkout counter.

“bye, monster boy.”

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part two?? sorry this is short i’m visiting family right now!

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DREAM DAUGHTER chris sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. OH when it says '27 years', thats because justin is 27!

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. christopher x fem!reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. meeting the sturniolos :)

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . being Chris's girlfriend and meeting his family for the first time and he's hyping her up in the car beforehand ( @lvrsparadise )

↳ 𝐂𝐖! language, fem!reader, not proofread

"hey," chris smiled gently, leaning over the center console to get you to meet his eyes. "you alright?"

you dropped your hands from the steering wheel and into your lap. trying not to freak out, you meet chris' crystal blue eyes. he's staring at you with slight concern, but jitters of his own. he has every right to be just as nervous as you are right now. "uh- yeah, its fine." you mumble.

chris doesnt look convinced, and you're not surprised. you arent a good liar. "mhm," he hums, looking at you with slight curiosity. "its alright to be nervous, i was practically going insane when i met you're mom and dad."

"yeah well they loved you, chris." you said, furrowing your brows at him; crossing your arms over your chest. "how do i know that you're family will love me." sighing, you dropped you're head back and look out at his parents front door. "i just don't want to disappoint them or whatever."

"don't say that." chris said, slowly putting his hand under your jaw to gently turn your head back in his direction. "my parents will love you, baby. you could never disappoint them. they have 4 boys for fucks sake-" he giggles lightly. "they've seen every form of disappointment and i know you could never reach that level."

huffing out a harsh breath of air, you squeeze your eyes tight for just a second before opening them again to chris smiling at you. you have a million thoughts rushing your brain, barricading you too the brink of insanity, but yet the soft smile in front of you was enough to wash it away.

"i mean, i can confidently tell you right now that your really gonna get along with nick, and that my mom's going to look at you as the daughter she's always wanted." he leaned closer to press a quick kiss to your temple.

his words made your heart undeniably smile. "the daughter she's always wanted?" you bit your lip contently, a sentence you had never thought would have been uttered about you, had been said straight to your face.

chris giggled lightly, "27 years of boys has to leave some room to wish for a girl."

"pfft, alright. okay! i can do this!" you ran you're hands down your face in an attempt to wake yourself up again.

the coffee-haired boy presses another kiss to your lips, before running a lock of your hair through his fingers. "and don't forget, no matter what they think of you, my love for you will never, ever falter."

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When the Chinese place whole staff is family members

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There'll be happiness after me.

But there was happiness because of me.

Both of these things I believe.

There is happiness in our history, across a great divide.

Leave it all behind and there is happiness.

There'll be happiness after you.

But there was happiness because of you, too.

Both of these things can be true.

There is happiness, in our history.

Across a great divide.

Leave it all behind and there is happiness.

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i hate him so much. but god am i down bad. i know i shouldn’t be. he’s the type of boy all the girls want. and i’m not the kind of girl he wants. but i wish i was. i wish i was so bad.