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softtdaisy · 3 years ago

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TO THE GIRL I LOVE

DESCRIPTION I after your best friend posted a stupid message online, you get lots of letters. But is it really bad when it gives you the opportunity to see peter parker every morning?

PAIRING I tasm!mailman!peter parker x reader

WORD COUNT I 4.3k

A/N I I'm so happy to be part of the Mail carrier may collaboration! It was super lovely to write about Peter like this. Make sure to read the others fics and give love to these amazing writers. And I love you will love this story ♡

It all started with a joke.

Your best-friend put a message on your university group saying you were looking for love. And that if anyone was interested, they had to send you a letter to express their desire for you.

Were you looking for love? Yes, in a certain way. You’ve been single for two years now, and your last boyfriend was…meh. He was the reason you gave up on love all that time. What was the purpose of dealing with someone who doesn’t give you at least half the attention you’re giving them? So yeah, now you were ready to try again. But you didn’t have high hopes on this thing.

You were sure this wouldn’t work out. Who would lose their time to write a letter to someone they didn’t know? But it was funny to see the comments under the post saying you were the princess they wanted to save. That they were going to write you the best letter you’ve ever seen, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with their words. Which was a funny thing, considering you were studying literature. Some say you were just looking for attention.

And you thought, why not enjoy this moment of celebrity for once?

You were convinced you wouldn’t get any letters. And you were fine with it.

But that was until you saw Peter Parker that morning.

You knew Peter from last year. You were in the same writing class, even if he was majoring in science. He was a sweet and discreet guy. The kind of person you wouldn’t notice if you didn’t know they were there. But you knew. Because you were sitting next to each other, firstly. Then because you were interested in what Peter was saying.

Your friendship never went on outside the class. You never forgot about the sweet Peter Parker who wrote the most awesome poem last year. You were the one who correct it, still because you were the person next to him. And you were impressed by his words. But Peter didn’t have the courage to read it. So, in the end, beside your professor, you were the only one knowing about it.

You thought you wouldn’t see Peter again this year. You still shared the same writing class, but you weren’t next to each other this time. And without this proximity, you never talked.

But you were seeing Peter Parker this year. Every morning. Because he was the mail carrier of the year.

Your university had its own mail system, meaning every student could receive a letter from outside or inside the campus. And every year, a mail carrier is chosen between the students who want to do it. You were not really surprised to see Peter taking this role. You remembered him telling you he was living alone with his aunt before he arrived here. So, you guess he needed money to pay for his study.

Plus, it gave him a good reason to skateboard around the campus. You were sure it was the reason that made him accept the job.

You barely got any mails during the year, except for your birthday. Until that morning. Two days after the message on the group.

You were coming back from your morning classes when you met Peter in front of your students’ residence. He always looked the same: wearing a sweater with the hood on his head, leaving only a few strands of hair flying with the wind when he was skating. He had ripped jeans and converses on. And you could easily guess he was listening to his favorite playlist. One he was really proud of.

“Hi Peter!” you greet him while walking closer to him. Peter looked up to you and seemed relieved to see you, which was valuable. He took off his headphones and his hood, a sign of esteem from him. You were glad he took the time to talk to you. Until you noticed the pile of letters he had in his hands.

“Thank god you’re here, I wasn’t sure I could fit those letters in your mailbox.” He sighed in relief. Peter didn’t lose another minute and put those letters in your hands, while you were completely zoning out. This couldn’t be real…could it? Peter noticed your expression on your face. While he thought this number of letters was weird, he now knew it was indeed weird.

“I guess it’s not your birthday?” He laughed shyly. He knew it wasn’t. Peter remembered your birthday perfectly. That being said, he had no idea why you had so many letters today. More than you ever got since he started this job. You first shake your head to answer his question. You wish more people were like Peter and didn’t care about stupid messages on a group.

“My best-friend posted a message saying I was looking for someone. And to seduce me they had to write a letter, bla-bla-bla.” You were absolutely going to call her once you were in your room. Maybe she was the one who wrote them all. But you looked down at the letters that were now lying in your arms. And there was no way she would have done that. Maybe one or two. Not that much.

“Wow, you have a lot of love pretenders.” If he said it in a joyful voice, Peter was actually kind of jealous. He developed a crush on you last year, when you were the only person who seemed to notice him. But he was too shy to ever say anything. Too scared you would reject him and then consider him as non-existent. He took every opportunity he had to be in your life and enjoy them without asking for more.

After losing Gwen when she left for London, Peter lost most of his confidence. He was happy for her, of course. But for some reasons, he took her decision as a way of saying he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth fighting for. He wasn’t a good boyfriend, maybe. And because of that, he couldn’t consider himself worth of your time.

“Oh, you know, I’m sure these are all jokes. Nobody took this seriously.” You couldn’t imagine someone writing you, you, a letter. No way. But for the fun of it, you were still going to open them.

You were heading toward your building when you realized that there was no way you would be able to open the door. Either you put the letters away or…”Peter?” you called without looking back.

Peter was still there. He was still looking at you. Thinking that you were still as beautiful and gentle as you were. Thinking that maybe he lost his chance at telling you he had a thing for you last year.

It took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t his mind playing with him but that you were actually calling him. He put his skateboard under his arm and almost stumbled on a rock when he came to you. Hopefully, he got the time to catch your shoulder before falling. Because of that, your faces were close to each other, and it was like you were seeing him for the first time. All these details, his freckles, the subtle colors in his eyes, the pink on his lips…

“Could you…open the door for me?” you asked with a small voice. Peter was looking right into your eyes. You couldn’t breathe. It was like a moment out of time. You never felt like that before with Peter around you. So why…

“Sure.” He said, nodding his head more than he should. But he needed to stop his thoughts before doing anything he would regret. If it was him, he would kiss you right now. Make you realize that no amount of love letters could compete with his feelings for you. That he could write a whole book about you. But it was useless, he thought. You would never want him when you could have anyone you want.

So, Peter walked to the door and opened it big to you. “Madam.” He said with a smile, and you couldn’t help but laugh at this sudden elegant gesture. You did a small bow before leaving Peter alone with his dream. And you with your confusion.

You were surprised to see that some people took this joke very seriously. Of course, you got funny things like a guy sending a pic of him with a small note saying, “who needs words when you have such a beautiful face?” Or someone sending you his notes from class with a post-it sticks on it saying, “didn’t had the time to write anything else, finals are coming!”. But you also got poems and honest letters.

You even write back to one student who had written one of the most beautiful love declarations. It had ended by explaining that he wanted to send it to his crush and was asking you for your opinion, since you were looking for love letter. You never thought you would become a love letter corrector but well, maybe you could create this job for yourself.

Every day, Peter came with more letters to read. This was getting out of hand. Every day, you would count the numbers of letters. You would summarize to him what you got, how many were serious and how many were jokes. You definitely got more funny ones, thankfully. You had a good laugh with it.

You were surprised to notice some were anonymous. There wasn’t a lot. Those with pictures that should have stayed private were, oddly. But there was also two or three serious one that weren’t signed. That was the one you considered being the more honest. And you wished you could talk to the people who wrote them. Just to understand why they seemed to care about you that much.

You probably would stop it if it didn’t give you a good reason to see your favorite mail carrier. Peter even managed to change his route to end with your residence and spend more time with you. It was maybe your favorite time of the day. No, it was definitely your favorite. No doubt.

You felt bad for not paying more attention to Peter in the past. He always a had good joke to say and you loved how sarcastic he could be. He had a way of finding the right puns at the right time. From the outside, you probably looked like you were laughing too hard to seduce him in thinking he’s funny. But Peter was really funny.

And you kinda try to seduce him but this part didn’t seem to work.

“If my counting is right…” Peter said one morning while giving you the new letters. “We reached a hundred letters today, right?” You couldn’t believe this number. Never you would have thought that so many people would lost their time into writing you.

Peter was less surprised. You were a magnetic person. You didn’t seem to notice how people often turned their head to look at you. Not necessarily because they were attracted, even if they certainly were, but simply because you were like the moon. You were there every day, at class or on the campus. Someday they won’t notice you because they have other things to think about. Because you’re not talking, and they almost forgot you’re there. But some other days, they would notice you like you notice the moon in a clear sky.

At least, that was how Peter saw you. But maybe it was because he was in love with you.

“Would you mind…” you started, collecting all the letters he was giving you. “Would you mind coming back tonight, so we could look at all these stuffs? We need to rank them or at least classified them.” Was it a lame excuse to spend the night with Peter? Yep, absolutely. But from the way his eyes seemed to light up and his lips to curve, you guessed it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Sure, I can come at eight. Pizzas?”

“And beers.” You replied with a wink before leaving to your apartment.

Peter couldn’t see the huge smile on your face and the way you were giggling for yourself.

You couldn’t see the way Peter jumped around before going back on his skateboard.

He was there at eight like he promised, with two pizzas from your favorite pizzeria. Which also happened to be the only one close to the campus but that was another story. You offered him to spend the night on the rooftop: nobody was going there for some reason. You loved taking a cover and laying there, watching the sky and think about nothing. It was your comfort place. And you wanted to share it with your comfort person.

That was how you ended up together, sitting on a cover on the floor and your legs covered with another one. You’ve never been that close with Peter. You loved how your knees kept meeting. Or how he let you spread your legs on top of him when you got a cramp.

Between these moments, you did classify the letters in multiples categories: funny one, pictures that shouldn’t have left their phone, serious one but not for you and serious one for you. There wasn’t a lot in the last category, which was kind of ironic if you think about it.

“That’s desperate.” You sighed, laying fully on the cover. Peter lied by your side and somehow managed to keep a small part of your leg on his. That was probably not comfortable, but there was no way he would let go of this small touch. “I’m not made for dating.” You faked a sob and turned your head to put it on Peter’s shoulder.

He jumped before laughing and putting a hand on your arm. “Don’t stay that. I’m sure there are plenty people that love you.” Me. I love you.

You looked at Peter who had already laid his eyes on you. It was the moment. If something had to happen, it was now. You opened a door for his confession. He just had to open the mouth. One word. You asked for one word, and you would kiss him. You didn’t care making the first step if it was worth it. Peter was worth it. You just needed a proof of him saying he felt the same.

You stayed like that for seconds that felt like minutes. Silently. Without moving. Letting the stars illuminating some parts of your face like a painting that deserved to be shown at Le Louvre.

And then Peter moved his head to face the sky. The moment was lost.

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel like kissing you. He just didn’t feel like he deserved it when other people showed their love to you, and he wasn’t able to. Peter hated being this insecure about himself. But he couldn’t blame you for trying elsewhere.

“I’ll go on a date with one of the serious ones.” You announced him. And Peter simply nodded, because he couldn’t prevent you from doing so when he was incapable of showing his love.

So, there you were. On a date. With Dean.

If you thought starting this whole letter thing was bad idea, this date with Dean was an even worse one. You thought he would be nice considering he wrote one of the most beautiful letter you’ve ever read, quoting some of your favorite authors. You even thought he had discussed with your friends to know that. You were so sure he made efforts for this that you were quite disappointed when you saw his real face.

The typical and stereotypical football player that thinks more with his dick than his brain. You didn’t even understand how he managed to write more than ten words on paper when all he seemed to know about was sport. Watching a sport channel would have been the same.

Or maybe better. Because you would have chosen to watch it. You didn’t choose to hear about sport right now. Not that you didn’t like sport, you were open minding. You just thought that a date should be about you and him. Not his favorite players.

You kept looking at your poor cocktail, wondering if you should drink it fast to order an another one and make the evening more acceptable or if you should drink it slowly to make it last and seem like a lot of time had passed before leaving.

One thing was sure: you would forget about this thing as soon as you leave the restaurant. You couldn’t even burn the letters. You promised your theater club to give everything to them. They asked you, saying they’d love to improvise a play using them. You agreed, happy all these papers weren’t use for nothing.

There was only one letter you intended to keep, hoping it would be worth it.

You were this close to get up and leave. Until Dean’s face changed, and you heard him say in the most condescend way “Peter Parker?”

You turned around and got to see the last steps of Peter walking to your table. You could tell he came with his skateboard from his messy hair. But you loved that he was just him, he didn’t change for the place. Same jacket, same jean, same baskets, same Peter Parker. You gave him a small smile when he looked at you. “Sorry guys, I’m here to pick up [y/n].”

“What?” Dean laughed, like it was the craziest joke on earth. The exact same word came out of your mouth in a more admiration way. That was a Peter you didn’t know could exist and you were glad to see this version of him. “You must be kidding mate, she’s good here.”

“Considering you paid Paul to write your letter and that I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to say anything about it if I asked you, I could easily say [y/n] is bored by your side. Am I right?” Peter looked at you again. And if he talked with a lot of insurance, you could tell by his eyes that he was extremely scared you would push him away. If you did, he would never be able to look at you…or go to class. At least for a month.

You couldn’t believe you were still living in a world where Peter Parker can’t think you wouldn’t follow him to the other side of the World.

“He’s right.” You replied, getting up. “If you have to go on a date with someone, be honest and don’t pretend to be someone else Dean. It can be really boring.” You heard Peter containing his laugh with a lot of difficulties. What a way to mark your word. When you were finally by his side, you hit his arm before grabbing it. “Thank you.” You whispered and kissed his cheek slowly.

The shade of red his cheek turned to was now your favorite color.

It wasn’t until you were outside that you noticed the sudden change in Peter’s attitude. He let you go slowly and started to walk faster than you. Like he was trying to lose you. And he was, actually. Because it wasn’t until you were alone that Peter realized what he just did: he let his feelings talk and took you of this stupid date. Did you deserve better than Dean? Yes, absolutely. And as a friend, Peter would have saved you from him a thousand times.

But he loved you. If he did it tonight, it was only because he was jealous. And now he felt stupid. What was the point of taking you out of there if he was incapable of being honest and be the man you deserved?

You called his name and finally caught up with him. “Peter!” you said another time, grabbing his wrist to stop him. He was still turning his back to you, but you could feel how desperate he was. “What is going?” you slowly asked, making small steps to face him. He was looking at the floor, like a child that made a mistake.

“It was stupid to come here and do that. I mean, no. it wasn’t. Because you deserve someone better than Dean. But you deserve someone better than…forget it.” He sighed. Peter looked at you before managing to free his wrist from your fingers. He started walking away again.

And this time, you weren’t going to let him do that. After all, what he did tonight was a good first step and proof of his feelings, no?

“You remind me of a starry night.” You said. Peter froze in front of you, immediately knowing where you’ve been reading those words. He couldn’t believe he was hearing them now. Coming from your mouth. With a guitar player making the moment even more magic by playing a love song. Like it was meant to happen now.

“You’ve got millions of stars in your eyes. They always look so shiny and so living. I could look at them for hours. They are a whole story by themselves. They are telling your story. And you’re my favorite story.” You’ve read this letter so many times, trying to understand how it was possible for someone to write such beautiful words about you. How it could be the same man that you were meeting every day. And why he couldn’t tell you he was thinking such beautiful things about.

While you were walking slowly towards Peter, he stopped moving. He almost stopped breathing too. “Your smile is like the moon. No matter the size, when you’re smiling at me, I feel calm. And important. You took the time to give me some of your attention. And for some reason, I even make you smile. I could look at your smile for hours, especially if it means you’re happy. It’s mesmerizing. And the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”

“[y/n], please…” you heard Peter’s pleading, but you had to do it. You had to prove him it mattered. That his words meant something to you. They meant everything.

“And your laugh is like a shooting star. It may happen a lot because you always seem to laugh when I’m around (I don’t know if it means I’m funny), but it makes me believe in miraclex. Somehow, I was able to give you this happiness. And I want to believe one day I’ll be able to give you more.” You were close enough to him to finally grab his wrist. You wrapped your fingers around it slowly, one more time. Hopping he would listen to you, and not withdrawn.

“Maybe that’s the reason I like you. Because you’re my favorite moment of the day. You’re a shiny sky that makes me believe tomorrow could be a better day. Simply because you come back, every day. “You were now facing Peter. You didn’t realize before doing it how much these words were true: seeing Peter was the highlight of your day. And he made each tomorrow better just because you knew you would spend time with him again.

“How did you know?” he finally asked. With his hand on his neck, his head facing the floor and the way his knees were bending, you could tell Peter was trying to hide. He felt ashamed, almost naked from this. You knew his feelings. He knew it was a bad idea to open his heart like that. But he hated the idea that you couldn’t get one true love letter. That he couldn’t give you that when he could write so many things about you.

You took Peter’s hand, hold it and put it against his heart. “You feel that, Pete? That’s how much you cared about me.” Even with his head down, you could see his eyes rolling. Of course, he knew that. Don’t need to rub salt into the wound he thought. But then you slowly put his hand against your own heart. “It’s beating the same. Because I feel the same way about you.” You waited a few seconds before Peter finally looked at you. You gave him a small smile to encourage him into believing your words.

You were in love with Peter Parker. “Really?” he asked frowning, still unsure him, out of all the students you see every day, was the one your heart choose to love. You laughed slowly before bringing your face close to his. “Really.” You whispered against his lips. One look from Peter on your mouth was enough to know he wanted it too.

You couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss when Peter, under a starry night. After he proved you how much he cared for you. You loved how his hand went on your neck to keep you close and hold you. How his lips felt like heaven. You wondered how many people this guy kissed because he was a way too good kisser. But you didn’t mind. Everything was perfect.

Until Peter stopped the kiss.

“But for real, how did you know it was me?” You laughed at his confused face. He was such a baby you couldn’t resist kissing him another time. “First,” you started by pointing one finger “I’ve been in class with you. I know your style. And mostly, I know your writing. It wasn’t difficult to recognize it. And even if I had a doubt, I still have common work we did last year.” It seemed fair to Peter, he should have thought about that.

“And second, I don’t spend night on the rooftop looking at the star with everyone. You’re the only one I want to do this with. So, it seemed logical that you would be the one writing that.” And thankfully he was, because you never wanted anyone else comparing you to a starry night than Peter Parker.

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saintlike78 · 3 years ago

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A sort of addiction [P.P]

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A/N: So excited for the first server collab! Mail carrier May is here and I’m glad to present my fic for this collab☀️I hope you enjoy and remember to check out the rest of the fics and show them some love <3

Pairings: tasm!mailman!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Words: 2.2k

Summary: How do you get your very attractive mailman to come around often? Order an alarming amount of packages, of course

Warnings: NSFW 16+, thigh grinding, Peter being too smug for his own good, mailman au. As always lmk if I missed anything

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It was completely insane and irrational - slightly creepy even - that was all that ran through your head as your fingers finished typing in the last digits of your credit card on yet another website, buying useless items you really didn’t need.

Well, that set was just calling out to you… not at all the thought of seeing the tall and conveniently handsome mailman, right?

Hitting the ‘complete purchase’ button you let out a long sigh, looking over to the mirror that hung on the wall.

“You’re insane,” you spoke aloud to yourself, shaking your head.

You didn’t even completely know what you expected to happen, except for making him believe that you had a slight shopping addiction and that you were possibly insane.

Spending money you quite frankly didn’t have had only just become a habit since the post office in your small town changed the delivery route, putting your address on Peter Parker’s route. The first morning he came knocking after the route change you had wanted to crawl into a hole and pass away; having opened the door wearing the corniest pyjama set you owned along with a stupid pair of fuzzy bunny slippers - the look of shock on your face when your usual old postman wasn’t on the other side of the door was enough to put a permeant amused smirk on the tall man’s face for the entirety of the exchange… much to your dismay and embarrassment.

Ever since that first morning you had tried to at least wear something half-decent when opening the door, even if Peter’s greeting each morning was a smug “mornin’ bunny, no slippers today?”

No matter how much time passed the comment still managed to force a heated blush upon your throat and cheeks. He was just so infuriatingly attractive and stupidly smooth-talking - it honestly pissed you off a bit.

Over the weeks you tried steadily building your confidence to at least make your encounter longer than him handing you a package or a letter; it started with offering him a glass of water, then a cup of coffee, a little piece of breakfast - as a pick me up of course - which turned into him coming in for about 15 minutes each day to talk. Sometimes he would ask to see what you had bought, even sometimes to give him a little fashion show of all the new items that were beginning to overflow in your closet.

Peter was pleasant company, but no matter how many mornings you spent with him, you couldn’t get rid of that shy giddy feeling that seemed to overtake your entire being whenever he greeted you with that stupid smile of his and a package under his arm for you.

The familiar knock on your door pushed your body from its place on the couch, your feet gliding quickly across the floor to open the front door for the lanky man with a lopsided grin.

“Mornin’ bunny… got another package for you,” Peter smirked a bit, moving in through the door with such familiarity that you couldn’t help but smile a bit to yourself.

“I got us a new coffee to try… it says on the package that the beans are specially roasted,” you smiled, moving into the kitchen to put on the kettle.

Peter followed close behind you with a hum, “wait, you have to show me what you got first. The box is so fancy.”

A small gasp caught in your throat when the memory of what you had ordered sprung right to the front of your mind, the thought setting your cheeks ablaze.

“Oh… it’s just something silly, not really worth showing,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand, moving to flip the switch on the kettle.

Before you could touch the switch, a hand curled around your wrist, pulling you away from the counter, “please! I want to see what it is,” Peter just about whined, giving you a huge pout.

“It’s really nothing, Peter… just some house decor stuff,” you lied, trying your best to sound casual about it.

The look on Peter’s face, however, told you that you in fact weren’t being casual about it when suddenly a small smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.

“Is it like lingerie or something?”

When you didn’t answer, only looked to the side to hide the way your face and look gave you away; but Peter only laughed.

“It is!” he grinned, pulling your body closer to him with your wrist still in his grasp, “won’t you show me?” he spoke lowly.

Your eyes flitted up to his in shock, but you ended up shocking yourself with just how close he had pulled you - so close you could smell his cologne, making your knees weak.

Spluttering words seemed to be the only noise you were able to produce for a solid minute or so as you just kept staring up at him, expecting him to laugh and reveal his bluff, but he only stared down at you with that infuriatingly smug smirk - he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come on, bunny… - I came all the way here with the parcel, the least you could do is show me what you’ve bought,” he spoke lowly, moving you slowly with him back to the living room where the parcel was placed carelessly on the table.

“-I… are you sure?“ you asked, avoiding his eyes again, not quite sure what was going on.

Peter chuckled gripping your chin to force your gaze on him, “don’t you think I know why you order so many packages? Why you make coffee and breakfast for me, hmm?”

“- And you know what I think, sweetheart?” Peter leaned down, his face only a breath away from yours, “I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you ordered that little package over there.”

The smallest of whimpers slipped past your parted lips - if it hadn’t been for Peter’s face right in yours he probably wouldn’t even have heard it, but that was not the case. A shit-eating grin overtook his bright face as his hand not holding your chin gripped your waist tightly.

A shocked gasp escaped you when his soft lips met yours in the quickest of pecks - so quick you didn’t really have time to actually process that it happened.

“Now, show me what you got,” he whispered, pushing you toward the table and out of his grasp.

You halted a bit, trying to get your mind to catch up with everything that was happening.

Reaching out one hand, you curled your fingers around his larger one pulling him with you toward the package; mostly to calm your nerves - and to make sure he was real.

“You kissed me…?” you stated, even if it did come out as more of a question.

Peter chuckled behind you, snaking an arm around your waist as he looked over your shoulder to watch you fumble with the black decorated box on the table.

“I did. And I’ll do it again when you show me what pretty little thing you’ve bought,” he spoke lowly, lips ghosting over your neck leaving goosebumps to rise over your entire body.

With a little struggle, you finally got your shaky hands to open the box to reveal a mountain of pink tissue paper placed neatly to hide the content of the box. The scrunch of the paper sounded through the otherwise quiet living room as you slowly peeled it off to reveal the black and red lacy set that sat prettily before you.

Peter clicked his tongue before letting out a very pleased hum.

“Now would you look at that,” his hands ghosted over your hips and waist, trailing all around your upper body with teasingly slow movements.

“Peter,” you whimpered, hand reaching up behind you to clumsily grip his shoulder.

His lips had begun a path up your neck, leaving small kisses on their way up to speak huskily in your ear as his hands kept their teasing touch on you.

“Were you planning on wearing that under a pretty little dress like this tomorrow? Perhaps bend over to give me a little taste, huh? Was that your plan, sweetheart?”

You were completely certain he could feel the warmth that travelled up your neck on his lips, feel the way your pulse quickened with his words and the bashful nod that moved your head.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered, his tone so smug you could hear the smirk that adorned his face without seeing it.

With quick movements you managed to turn in his arms, resting your hands on his solid chest, “please, Peter… no more teasing,” you whined, looking at him with huge eyes.

“Alright alright,” he chuckled, bringing you impossibly closer to his chest, “I’ll stop the teasing if you promise to wear that sweet set for me tomorrow.”

You nodded quickly, fisting at his uniform, “I promise… just touch me, please.”

Peter’s face was nothing but smiles as he reconnected your lips - only this time he was thorough with the way he kissed you. The kiss was rough and demanding, sending sparks through your entire being, following his lead blindly, letting him take exactly what he needed. Excitement filled you even more at the thought of the actions repeating itself, it was a promise and you knew he would keep it by the way his tongue explored your mouth and his hands gripped you tight.

With clumsy movements, he backed you both over to the wall pressing your frame against it and pressing himself against you. You gasped into his mouth when the smallest of friction came from Peter’s thigh slotting between your gradually parting legs.

“Grind on me,” Peter groaned between kisses, not taking a moment to breathe - too caught up in drawing gasping pleasured moans from your mouth.

Your hands found their way up and around his neck, gripping his hair to stabilize yourself as you slowly started grinding your panty-clad cunt against him. The cotton fabric was damp, sliding with ease against the strong leg that bounced between yours and your soaked cunt.

“Mmm Peter… fuck,” you whined into his mouth, the movements of them against one another halting because of your interrupting moans and whimpers.

He sent you a toothy grin before moving his head down, attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses, occasionally sucking a mark into your sensitive skin. His teeth and tongue dragged along your skin, pulling whimpering whines from your parted kiss-swollen lips.

“God, baby, I can feel you soaking through my fucking pants,” Peter spoke gruffly before sinking his teeth into your flesh making you cry out. His tongue came to run over the inflicted area to soothe it.

Everything was too much and not enough at all; your hips frantically picked up their pace, racing toward the end. Peter’s hands glided down your body, gripping your hips maddeningly tight to help you grind against him.

“Peter, ‘m gonna cum,” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair prompting the most delicious of groans to fall from his lips.

He raised his head from your neck to crash his lips against yours again, soaking up your needy gasps and moans as they fell from you more frequently and higher pitched as you dangled right on the edge of release.

Your body tensed when the pressure in your abdomen finally snapped and sent warm pleasure through you with each pulse of release. Peter moaned into your mouth when he felt you shake in his hold, throbbing and gushing on his leg. It was hard to concentrate on kissing him back when all you could hear was static, sending shockwaves through you.

“There you go, bunny,” Peter grinned, slowing your movements, helping you ride out your release.

You blearily reached down to palm him through his pants, but he was quick to grip your wrist and bring it to his mouth to kiss it.

“It’s your turn,” you whispered, leaning forward to kiss his neck as he had done for you.

Peter chuckled lowly, squeezing your hip in his strong grip, “as much as I would love that, sweetheart, I do have the rest of my mail route to deliver.”

A small whine escaped you as a pout settled on your lips in your slightly hazy headspace.

“Aww, don’t pout, you needy thing,” Peter cooed, “how about I come back later? Then you can get my cock as many times as you want, would you like that, sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly, burying yourself in the warmth of his chest as his arms found their way around your body to squeeze you against him.

“Alright, I’ll come back, as long as you promise to wear that pretty little number for me,” Peter murmured against the top of your head, leaving a small kiss on your hairline.

“I promise,” you sighed, “do you promise to come back?”

He gave your body a proper squeeze before separating you enough for your eyes to meet, “I promise,” he smiled.

You very quickly learnt that when Peter promises something he keeps that promise, over and over and over again.

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jotatetsuken · 3 years ago

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everybody falls in love somehow

submission for: mailcarrier may server collab organized by @burnthoneymint @leydileyla and @scandalous-chaos (y'all should check out the works here for sureeee <33)

features: steve rogers x f! reader

type of writing: oneshot

trope: mail carrier au, strangers to lovers but with major angst

synopsis: when steve rogers didn’t feel that he did enough when it came to connecting with people that he swore to protect, he decided to be a mailman and interact with people to forge connections, until an interaction with a certain someone (you), changes him.

warnings: reader’s husband’s passed away, so has peggy carter, so angst (coping with grief), mentions of alcohol consumption (in one line), anger, fear of commitment, visitation of grave, character deaths, overall fluffy, not proofread I guess, lol, setting is after the 2012 avengers movie and before the winter soldier movie, a popular superhero makes a cameo appearance hehe

song: this playlist, especially everybody loves somebody - dean martin

number of words: 2.1k

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a/n: tbh, i didn't know if i was going to get this done on time haha, but i did. i know not many people think high of steve rogers, but i love him. so when @leydileyla suggested to write postman angst, this brainchild came into my head, and while i’d thought of doing an entirely new story with him, but this story just flew haha, and i hope y'all like this <33 likes, comments and reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, yes, my crush on steve rogers is back and HOW!!

Cold. That’s how Steve Rogers first felt after being frozen in the Arctic for nearly seventy years and then revived in the 21st century. Worthless. That’s how he felt when he was trying to come to terms with the world that moved on without him. Broken. That’s how his heart felt for a moment when he learned that Peggy Carter, the love of his life, had passed away in her sleep. Dejected, that’s how he felt when he couldn’t save his best friend, Bucky Barnes.

However, after he, along with the rest of the Avengers, defended and protected New York City from the invasion of the Chitauri, he still felt hopeful in a certain way. He felt relieved that people would now remember him differently, in a good way. Nevertheless, he felt that that wasn’t enough. He felt a strong urge to be in touch with the generation in front of him, that was deeply engrossed in new inventions, newer mentalities, and newer environments. He felt the need to practically reach out to the people of modern America and connect with them.

He calls Nick Fury, the man who brought them all together, and says, "Hey, I am retiring temporarily from superhero action. Following the events of the last few months, I need time to rest and recover.”

Fury nodded, replying, “I understand. You should take some time off for yourself. However, we’ll need you. So, come back soon.”

Having then hopped on his Harley-Davidson, a 1942 WLA “Liberator,” he donned his sunglasses and drove to Washington, DC. As soon as he arrived, he shook hands with the manager of the United States Postal Service (USPS). In the office, Steve expressed his desire to work as a mailman, and the manager was astonished.

“What for, Mr. Rogers?” the manager cried. “You are a hero to many of us. You shouldn’t be involved in a blue-collar job like this.”

Steve shook his head, and stated plainly, “ I understand that. However, saving the world isn’t enough for me. I want to connect with them, make children smile, help families reconcile, and I want to move around and be in touch with what the world looks like today.”

As he leaned towards the table, he continued, “Look, when I can protect America as a superhero, I can most certainly strive to connect with Americans that I’d sworn to protect by delivering mail.”

The very next day, in New York City, he completed his orientation program and wore a powder blue half sleeve shirt with the logo, dark blue trousers, and a black leather jacket. He painted the motorcycle in the country's colors and attached a box for carrying letters, money orders, and small packages. Over the next couple of weeks, he started going house to house, door to door, delivering mail, and this caught everyone off-guard.

He was glad that he could still draw well, so he used that to his advantage by drawing portraits of children with their pets, toys, and parents. This helped people feel more connected to him and his work and image as a superhero. Kids took pictures with him, parents thanked him, many were jealous of him, and many fawned over him. Well, except for you. You were looking at him from afar with ragged breath as your contempt for the Avengers, especially him, surfaced again.

One day, he’d walked over to your house to deliver mail, and he knocked on the door.

“I’m coming,” you cried out as your scuttling footsteps approached the door. When you opened the door with a smile, only for Steven to smile back, he was then met with a frown and a closed door. You then closed your ears with your hands, shrieking.

“Are you okay?” He inquired politely, continuing to knock on the door as he was curious about what had just happened. Is this Mr. (L/N)'s house? I've got mail for him.”

Suddenly, you felt the world turn red around you, as you screamed, “Yes, but he is no longer living here, and will never live forever because of you, so, please, leave!”

Perplexed, he walks out of the house and calls Tony Stark for help. He earned a deep sigh from Tony, who answered, saying, “What do you need, Capsicle?” Rolling his eyes, Steve inquired, “Listen, I need your help, specifically JARVIS’.”

Tony shook his head in surprise, rolled his eyes, and questioned, “What, why? I’m pretty helpful too, thank you very much.”

After Steve chuckled and explained everything, Tony replied, “So you basically want me to be your wingman.”

Scoffing, Tony continued, “Not interested.”

This causes Steve to take deep breaths and respond, “Look, Tony. I need help, okay? She seems to have a problem with me, and I want to know what happened that led to her harboring resentment against us.”

Rolling his eyes, Tony replied, “Fine. I’ll call you in a couple of minutes, old man.”

After a few minutes, Tony called Steve and said, "Oldie, this does not look good. The woman's name is (Y/N) (L/N). Remember how many buildings were near Stark Tower when Chitauri invaded the Earth? Her husband held a white-collar job around that time, and one of the enemies caused his death, and we fought those who came toward us, failing to save him. I can actually understand why she's upset.”

An hour later, Steve, racked with guilt, hung up the phone and slipped an envelope through the tear in your door. You opened the envelope to find a sketch of you and your husband, along with a letter in which Steve mentioned: “So, I just found out why you were angry with me. My heart breaks at the loss of your husband, and I wish I could have saved him. As a gesture of apology, I drew a sketch of you and your husband. In return, I would like to be able to provide you with closure if you could allow me to open the door.”

When you opened the door, puffy-eyed, you saw that Steve had gloves on his hands and gave you a small box. When you opened the box, you found a locket inside that you gave to your husband for your birthday. The locket was in the shape of a concentric circle, symbolizing a vinyl record. Having been big fans of vinyl records, you two always bought something related to it, including a locket. As you held the locket close to you, tears streamed down your cheeks. The burden on your shoulders eventually lightened, and you broke down in what felt like ages, with Steve consoling you by splaying his hand on your shoulder.

As Steve continued to go door to door, and encounter different groups of people while giving people their letters, they invited him to different homes, and he had barbecues at a couple of them, some of them even encouraging and praising him. That’s when you started going out more often, wishing everyone a good morning. One of the ladies even commented that you’d started becoming more cheerful, and that gave you a sense of relief. Then you had an encounter with Steve and thanked him for everything.

He then made sure to visit you now and then whenever he was done delivering letters, and you two would bond over glasses of Chateau Cheval Blanc and watch a couple of movies together, while you two shared stories of your upbringing. While he shared stories of his time with his family, Peggy, Howard Stark, Bucky, and Tony and the Avengers, you mentioned how you came to New York to work as a budding graphic designer and that you met your late husband at a success party in the company both of you were working on, and after you, two got married, you two moved to live in the suburbs while your husband went to work in the city. Over time, you two had gotten closer, something you didn’t imagine would happen.

One night, when Steve came to meet you, clad in a blue t-shirt, a brown leather jacket, and denim jeans, and with a serious look on his face, as you opened the door, he muttered, “(Y/N), we need to talk.”

You nodded and asked him to enter, with your gramophone playing a collection of songs that you’d curated. As he entered, he sighed, saying, “I hope you know that I still miss Peggy, right?”

You tilt your head in confusion, replying, “Yes, I do, the same way I miss my husband.”

He nods, continuing, “Okay, so we’re on the same page then. I’m also scared to commit to someone again. You know that, right?”

Raising an eyebrow, you inquire, “It is the same for me, but where are you going with this, Steve?”

With his arms around your neck and your arms on his side, you could hear both of your hearts beating faster. As you two draw into a kiss, with your eyes closed, and lips brushing against each other, Steve suddenly opens his eyes and takes a step back.

He then replies, “I have to go,” and walks out of the house, leaving you feeling restless, and impatient. What you were unaware of was that Steve had gone to see Peggy’s grave and visited her grave.

He then squatted and whispered, “Hey there, girlie. There’s this girl that I like, and I want to take it forward, but, Peggy, I’m,” his voice quivers.

Then he continues, “I’m scared. What if I lose her, the way I lost you? It would hurt all over again. If you could just give me a sign, your blessing, somehow, I shall go ahead and wait for you in alternate timeline. However, if you want me to wait for you, I can also do so, but just give me a sign.”

Someone faintly humming a song from afar caught his attention, the lyrics of which he recognized as “Everybody loves somebody, And although my dream was overdue, Your love made it well worth waiting, For someone like you…”

When his breathing relaxed, he felt that this was the sign he needed to continue. Looking at her resting place, he said, “thank you, girlie.”

An hour later, while you were pacing around in the living room, you hear a rustling sound, causing you to turn your attention to the door. An envelope slid from under the door again and this time when you picked it up and opened it, it looked like an invitation to come to a park.

Biting your lower lip in nervousness, you freshen up, get ready, and you get to the car to start it, taking you to the park. As you were told to walk to a certain area, your mouth gaped wide in shock to see a picnic blanket, some of your favorite snacks, hanging lights, and a couple of letters. However, you don’t see anyone. As you inspect the whole area, you hear someone asking you something.

“Do you like it?”

You then turn in the direction of the voice to find Steve walk to you with a smile on his face. With his eyes looking at you clad in your pink frilly long skirt, and white t-shirt, you run to him and hug him.

He then releases you from the hug, saying, “ I’m sorry that I got cold feet, (Y/N). I had to make sure that I could move on to start something anew with you. Truth be told, after everything that’s happened, I don’t ever want to take life for granted anymore and I don’t even know what would happen should I go back to becoming a superhero, but-”

to which you then interrupt him with a kiss on his lips, and you release yourself from it with your arms around his neck, then saying, “I know, Steve. I was upset that you walked out on me, ” causing them both to chuckle, and then you continue, “but, for what it’s worth, I’m glad that for now, you aren’t Captain America, but you’re Steve Rogers, a normal guy that went around delivering mail, and that way, you found your way to my heart.”

You then close the gap between your faces, your lips pressing onto each other, your arms around his neck and his arms on the sides of your waist, slowly dancing, with the moon bearing witness to a new love story blossoming. Who would’ve thought that both of you would get second chances at love again, all by the means of articulating words on a piece of paper? It thus felt true that everyone falls in love again and again, and when life gives you a second chance, you should never let it go.

tagging: @saintlike78 @beware-of-the-rogue @wakatshi @hyeque @akaashi-todorki @ceo-of-daichi @ambieux @thesecretwriter @moonbcrry

#.mailcarrier may!#steve rogers #steve rogers x female reader #captain america #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #tw alcohol mention #tw death mention #steve rogers fluff #shyna angst #mcu angst #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #marvel cinematic universe #marvel x reader #musings of an extrovert #shyna muses

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psychedelic-ink · 3 years ago

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Hi everyone! This will be our first ever server collab and right about now you might be wondering what is Mailcarrier May???? Let me ask you this, wouldn't you love it if Peter Parker delivered your mail? or Draco Malfoy brought you your amazon delivery? Well, we think so too and hence we decided to write our favorite characters in a postman au!! 📪

If you wish to join the event and server let either @psychedelic-ink @leydileyla or @scandalous-chaos know :)

masterlist and schedule of fics and how to join under the cut!!

RULES FOR WRITERS WHO WISH TO JOIN

1) After noticing the lack of mail carrier (gender neutral term for postman) content we decided on making our first ever collab centered around postman AU’s!

2) You may write for any genre you want, the plot of the fic is also completely up to you. The only rule is that either reader or character must be a mail carrier!

3) character x reader or character x character both are allowed but characters must belong to either MCU/DC or the Harry Potter fandom!

4) All fics will be posted starring on the 16th of May!

5) Each character can be picked twice!

SCHEDULE:

MONDAY MAY 16TH

• let me follow by @psychedelic-ink | steven grant x gn!reader - fluff

• kisses under a sky full of stars by @thesecretwriter | bucky barnes x fem!reader - fluff

TUESDAY MAY 17TH

• @ddejavvu - james potter

• five times draco delivered mail and the one time he didn't by @leydileyla | draco x hermione

WEDNESDAY MAY 18TH

• everybody falls in love somehow by @tetsukentona | steve rogers x fem!reader - angst

• a sort of addiction by @saintlike78 | tasm!peterparker x fem!reader - smut

THURSDAY MAY 19TH

• norse gods and magazines by @scandalous-chaos- loki x fem!reader - fluff

• to the girl I love by @softtdaisy- tasm!peter x reader

#mcu x reader #harry potter x reader #server event #server collab #.mailcarrier may!

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saintlike78 · 3 years ago

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This was so unbelievably cute!

Love Letter - Mailman!James Potter x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.3K

Summary: Your daughter has been the mailman’s little helper for weeks, unbeknownst to you. You decide to take up the chance to get to know him better, after all, it would be a shame if your daughter knew the handsome man who wrote you love letters better than you did.

Contents/Warnings: Reader is referred to as ‘mummy’, mother!reader

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

Your fingers brushed gently against the translucent plastic covering your name on the front of the envelope. The paper tore easily, your nails scraping against the bills inside as you slit the letter open.

You let out a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ to the mailman who lingered at the door, your eyes downcast towards the letter before you could take in his appreciative smile at your words.

“See you tomorrow,” He called, boots scuffing against the steps of your front walkway.

You only hummed in agreement, and probably not loud enough for him to hear.

Your mind was completely immersed in the bills you clutched. You should have enough to make ends meet this month. Groceries would be tight, but you could cut back on Alyssa’s breakfast budget by sending her to school early this week, in time for the complimentary toast and eggs they served in her school’s cafeteria.

She didn’t mind. She never did. Really, you were grateful to have a daughter who understood you and your situation so well. Long hours, not enough pay, constant stress. She was the light of your life, and it hurt to have to brush her off for overtime hours or because you couldn’t pay for enough food, but you knew she’d understand.

“Mummy,” There she was now. Her bright yellow sneakers, dulled only by loose dirt that she’d managed to grind into the canvas fabric, pounded down the hallway as she ran up to your side, “Mummy, did I get anything in the mail today?”

“No bug,” You smiled down softly at her, your fingers raking gently through the wisps of hair that stuck out around her head, “Why, were you expecting something?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but her eyes caught sight of something behind you, and lit up in glee. You spun around as she sprinted to the door, your brows furrowing as she reached eagerly for the knob.

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#fic rec #james potter #james potter fluff #mei🤍#.mailcarrier may!

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perenlop · 2 years ago

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For the oc ask-1, 4, 47?

1. Your first OC ever?

oh goodness idk what counts here... technically ive had funny little characters in my head for ages. if we go wayyy way back the earliest i remember are my electabuzz and emolga ocs, i dont remember their names but they were dating and also spies and also like. literally whatever suited whatever story i wanted them to enact in my brain. i drew em for funsies earlier this year (they had wayyyy more with them but these two were my faves)

4. A character you rarely talk about?

ok theres a starfall main character that ive never posted bc hes gone through SO many revisions and he was meant to be a secret character that showed up later, but now he shows up pretty early on. and now im like. shit i gotta give him a cool intro. but it just hasnt come up i never feel like drawing him. also it may be kinda weird? idk its one of those elements of the story that may raise an eyebrow or two

of the ones ive posted, sadly most of the prequel characters like shona and spectra... theyre actually pretty damn important and are castors first allies in the pokemon world and have backstories and a whole dynamic but like... i always go to drawing my main guys lmaoooo. as a consolation heres a couple of fun facts abt them

-they grew up in the same village which was a fairy village along the same tone as glimwood tangle/ballonlea. shona's family are mailcarriers and they grew up idolizing this bounty hunting team that came from their village- a morgrem and hattrem!

-they're childhood friends! spectra was always very skittish but shona was very patient with her. though lately they've been fighting over that because it's gotten in the way of their training.

-shona is usually just a lot nicer than how they're gonna act in the prequel bc they are at their fucking limit. theyre just REALLY righteous and get frustrated.

-spectra is the ghost of a clefairy (ill ramble abt my ghost lore some other time its kinda lengthy?) and she was adopted by a gardevoir and an aromatisse when she spawned in their yard. she died in a freak accident so thats why shes so paranoid... poor girl. is pretty in-tune with her fairy roots bc of where she grew up in this life.

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

@a-cat-in-a-dino-costume when can i have custody of skylar again

#revalentinee #mail

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munchyn · 5 years ago

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Bangtan Sonyeondan Masterlist

Annyeonghaseyo ARMY!!!💜💜💜💜

I am just using BTS as characters for my stories. What I write doesn’t mean it’s how I think they are. Any connection to the real-life members is purely coincidental.

coming soon 🔥 =smut

A/N: btw idk how long “soon” is.

If you read my posts I would love to see what you thought of them :)

REQUESTS are always open unless I say otherwise and I would greatly appreciate it if you commented on my stories. ILY.

: : Dating Jin would include...: :

: : Mute : : ksj x reader : : SOULMATE/SUPERHEROES(MUTANT) AU: : Being a superhero can really distract you from things that you don’t have. The mutant life has taken Seokjins attention away from the fact that he doesn’t have the tattoo of his soulmates words etched into his skin. What he does have though, are scars of handprints across his hands. When you two meet, it is under unusual circumstances and ever since that moment, Seokjin can’t help but feel attracted towards you.

teaser | pt.1 | pt.2

: : Dating Yoongi would include...: :

: : Soultracker : : myg x reader : : SOULMATE AU : :Your soultracker is your compass, your soulmate mirror, whatever you wish to call them. It’s an animal companion you remain next to for as long as your life lasts. It guides you to find your other half. Although he may not realize it, Yoongi’s soultracker is his dear Holly. But when Holly gets depression and his friends finally explain to him that your soultracker mirrors your soulmates state, he doesn’t know what to do.

moodboard | soultracker

: : Dating Hoseok would include...: :

: : Our Skeleton : : jhs x reader : : SOULMATE AU : : In a world where no one has ever survived their soulmates encounter before, you do. One day at a cafe you faint for what seems to be no reason. Until the doctors at the hospital find writing engraved on your ribs. Saying something in an old language about soulmates.

preview | our skeleton:pt.1 | our skeleton:pt.2 | our skeleton:pt.3

: : Writers Block : : jhs x reader x knj : :

: : Dating Namjoon would include...: :

: : Our Music : : knj x reader : : SOULMATE AU : : In a world where you can hear whatever your soulmate is singing yours is nearly always rapping. When you found out that what he raps were verses from the well-known boyband, BTS, you made it your goal to somehow find your soulmate. After two years of being an ARMY, you go to a concert. Hopefully, you’ll find your other half there.

preview | our music

: : Writers Block : : jhs x reader x knj : :

: : Dating Jimin would include...: :

: : Circus : : pjm x reader : : MERMAID AU : : You were curious. You wanted to know what the world above the ocean was like. But your friend always stopped you. One night, you sneak up to the surface without him, finding a fishing boat. Unfortunately, you weren’t ready for the consequences of your actions.

: : Hair Dye : : pjm x reader : : SOULMATE AU : : Your hair changes color depending on how your soulmate is feeling. Jimin never liked the idea of his appearance being controlled by someone else’s feelings, hence he dyes it. Trying to escape the fact that he’s destined for someone. Liking the liberty he has of choosing his partner. Little does he know that whenever you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair turns the same color as yours.

moodboard | fanfic

: : Ally Confessions : : pjm x reader : : HOGWARTS AU : : You are a young witch in her fifth year in Hogwarts. You come from a long line of pureblooded Slytherins and you want to make your family proud by focusing on your studies. But ever since you started your first year, what is possibly the most flirtatious boy in your house has been giving his all to grab your attention.

: : Sleep : : pjm x reader : :

: : Dating Taehyung would include...: :

: : Tied Up : : kth x reader : : MERMAID AU : : You were sailing in the middle of a storm. Keeping your ship above the sea is a struggle. For this trip, you had to pass through waters that elderly sailors claimed to be infested with mermaids and sirens. Not that you believe in them.

moodboard | fanfic

: : Colors : : kth x reader : : SOULMATE/PHOTOGRAPHER AU : : You are a famous photographer in South Korea. Known for the black and white themed picture that you take. The world thinks it’s an aesthetic preference, but the truth is that you want the world to see things in life the way you and millions of other people see it. Having not met your soulmate yet, everything is in black and white. Then one day you receive a request to become the photographer to one of the most popular boy bands.

moodboard | fanfic

: : Cold March : : kth x reader : : You and your boyfriend go out and a walk through the park. It’s late-night in March and the weather is turning out to be a bit too cold for you.

: : Mail : : kth x reader : : MAILCARRIER AU : :

: : Dating Jungkook would include...: :

: : Finger Alphabet : : jjk x reader : : MERMAID AU : : When you find a boy washed up on the shore, you can’t just leave him there. After checking his pulse and breathing, you take him home. You soon come to find out that he has no voice.

moodboard | fanfic

: : Our Skin : : jjk x reader : : SOULMATE AU : :

: : Mating : : jjk x reader : : SHIFTER AU : : 🔥 : :

: : The Perfect Date : : jjk x reader : :

BANGTAN REACTIONS

You wear BT21 merch and he finds it adorable/ he gets you BT21 merch

It’s your first Valentine's with your boyfriend and you can’t wait.

They find out that their s/o have a TikTok account./They make an accidental appearance on one of your TikTok videos.

The boys with a s/o that gets easily scared

What a date with them would be like

Main Masterlist

REQUEST ARE OPEN

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ask-tssb · 5 years ago

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matt: what are your relations with the rest of the shopkeepers in town?

Matt: Ah, well, ye all know Caroline! Me 'n her have been friends since she moved here a few years ago... An' ever since then, my life has never known peace!

Sandy's parents are nice folks, runnin' a bankin' business, and holdin' little get-togethers ev'ry once in a while. They do a bit too much talkin' shop fer my likin' sometimes, but I do like a good social event.

Two houses down lives an old absol, but she never shows hide nor hair if she can help herself. Marigold, I believe her name is. I've tried bein' friendly, but she dinnae reciprocate too well.

I suppose ye may be wonderin' how Alexandria plays into all o' this, and the answer is that she wasn't a shopkeep. She was a mailcarrier, so she got around bein' more social than even this ol' windbag! Aye, I suppose someone will have to fill that niche now...

#the stars shine bright comic #asktssb #matt #raichu #pokemon #Anonymous

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saintlike78 · 3 years ago

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Loki being scared of a cat is the best thing I’ve ever read 😆

norse gods and magazines

summary: mission score-a-date was officially on. | written for mailcarrier event organized by the very lovely @burnthoneymint and @leydileyla! join our server here!

[fem!pronouns, fluff]

I'm a powerful god. POWERFUL. I can do this. Asking someone out on a date can't be worse than anything I've done before.

"Did you get stuck with the mailman duty?" you asked, trying to fight back a laugh. Loki stared back unamused.

"Short answer, yes." He sighed, holding a stack of books forward, "Now take these before I dump them on Stark's head."

"Oh please you secretly like being here," you pointed out. "Think of it as a vacation. Earth isn't all that bad."

I know, he thought.

"Being exiled from my kingdom by my own father isn't bad? You're right! I should be dancing with joy!" he said in mock-happiness. "I do admit it has certain advantages... there's something I want to—"

You raised an eyebrow as he broke off his words.

"Yes?"

"Uhm," he blinked. Dinner. Just say it. DINNER.

"Loki?"

Nope. Not doing it. Would be awkward to ask you after such a big pause. He needed an opening. God, how he wished you would invite him in!

"Get in, you look like hell," you said, pointing to the hallway.

"I beg your pardon?" Did you just read my mind?

"Yes, yes you're a god blah blah, but you are exhausted. Atleast get yourself a glass of water before you faint in my front yard."

"Fine, but only because I'd rather jump into a pit of fire than go back to Stark's office."

This time, a laugh did slip out of your mouth. He scowled, though he didn't complain. It was that laugh that got him into this mess in the first place. Loki had unknowingly fallen heads over heels for you the very first time he saw you (which was years ago). Maybe it was the way you brightened up the room, cracked bad jokes, or your adorable clumsiness. Whatever it was pulled him in and didn't let go. He thought he wouldn't see you again, but his father had terrible timing.

He strode in determinedly. Whatever Loki wants, he usually got it. And right now, he wanted to take you out on a date. Who cares if it'll go horribly wrong?

"I should have stayed in space," Loki said, plopping down on the couch. The green contrasted all your beige furniture. It felt oddly perfect.

"Don't be ridiculous, you don't know any other planet than Earth."

"I could have tried to find one if Thor hadn't put me in shackles!"

"He just asked if you wanted a place to stay and you said yes. You lie so much it's surprising you're not bored of it yet."

"I never lie!" he said, gasping dramatically. "He said he'll find me a place to stay, not make me Stark's responsibility. He certainly didn't mention anything about me being a postman!"

"Thor doesn't have a place to stay on Earth either and Tony's just being cautious. Could you blame them? You're not known for being the warmest guest."

"I despise mortals," he grumbled, cracking his neck with his eyes closed. An innocent gesture, but one that made you stare a little too much.

Stupid, you scolded yourself and stood up. "I'm also a mortal, you know."

"I tolerate you. That doesn't make you any less annoying." Wow, way to flirt.

"I'll bring you tea," you snapped, storming off to the kitchen.

"Don't add too many sweet cubes!"

"You'll be lucky if I don't add poison!" your voice yelled back.

He smiled then. Humans were incredibly stubborn, he had to give them that. He looked around the room he was sitting on, eyes not missing everything.

The strange trinkets on your table (a ticking clock and TV remote), the rectangle box which occasionally glowed up with words that made no sense to him (your phone), the flowers which never withered (plastic ones) — he was fascinated by all of them.

He spotted a set of photographs on your shelf and stood up without thinking to take a closer look. Just as he reached his hand forwards to touch the frame, something the speed of a firework ran between his legs, making him completely lose his balance. He knocked down the pictures instead, causing you to run back to the scene.

"You got a cat," Loki noted, face down on the floor.

"One minute in and you're already ruining my decor," you said, sighing. You put down the gloves you were using in the kitchen, then gave him a hand to get up. He did so begrudgingly. "His name is Salem by the way. My cat."

"Ah," he put on an interested expression, but he couldn't care less. Any creature who made him look like a fool in front of his crush was not someone he wanted to be on a first-name basis.

"Listen," he said impulsively. "About what I wanted to say earlier, I—"

A sneer interrupted his words.

"Sorry," you giggled, patting Salem's head. "He's doing the Boyfriend Snarl."

"The what?"

"Anytime I bring over a guy I like, he does this just to scare them off."

"A cat…scares off the guys you like?"

"The snarls doesn't. The next step is how he bites them."

Loki involuntarily took a step back. You laughed again.

"You don't have to worry. You're not my date."

"Right…and does he bite now or later?"

"He won't bite you. Would you now Salem?" you asked affectionately. Loki could swear the cat smiled wickedly. He gulped.

Fine, FINE. You win, I'll just ask her out tomorrow. You furry, adorable menace.

"I'll take you up on the tea later." He stated, pointing to the door. "Judging by the number of magazines you read, I'm sure we'll see each other again soon."

"Oh, okay." You were a little disappointed, but you hid it well. Just as he was about to turn, you spoke up again. "Would you like a tour guide?"

He almost grinned. "Pardon?"

"Earth is very much new to you. Maybe I could show you around later? Even go shopping? It'll be fun!"

"Dinner." He said abruptly.

"What?"

"We should have dinner after," he added.

"Deal," you smiled. "Now you better run before—"

"Your cat kills me? I figured. Bye!" He turned on his heels and burst into green smoke.

Salem hissed under his breath, as if to say — all your boyfriends are scaredy cats.

#fic rec #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #ash🤍#.mailcarrier may!

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