#peter parker angsty blurb

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* cold hands

— summary : frozen yogurt dates with peter

— pairings : tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, pet names, the normal cheesy first dates, peter and reader being awkward and cute, holding hands, messy plot, not proofread, lmk if i missed any !!

a/n : more fluffy peter blurbs because i may or may not have an angsty idea for him soon wink wink ;) this blurb is so random but i've been craving frozen yogurt so i thought this would be cute.

you grab onto your leather jacket as you see peter from across the street right next to the frozen yogurt store.

"hi." you smiled.

peter's eyes immediately lit up as he saw your smile, "hey." he smiled back.

"you look pretty nice." he says, fumbling his words — "wait- not pretty nice i mean you do i-" he pauses sighing as he couldn't find the right words, "you look pretty, and nice. really pretty and really nice."

the skies turn pink as your face does the same. "you look really pretty and nice too." you nodded.

"oh! these are for you bye the way." peter pulled a flower bouquet from his bag, a bit crumbled. "aw they're lovely." you commented as a petal fell, "they were nice."

"i'd say they held up pretty well, you got my favorite colors there too." you added.

"i'll get you new ones, that don't have missing petals on each flower." peter smiles, putting the flower back in his bag.

"well, let's get some frozen yogurt now." you say, gesturing towards the store.

peter bought you some frozen yogurt and you two talked for a while, walking towards a park as the sun begins to set.

you got to know eachother, his interests, your interests, favorite colors, food, music taste, and much much more.

you've always admired peter from afar in your class. he always stood out to you, his sarcastic humor, his well written character, the way his hair is always so perfect everyday.

he's always nice too, standing up for you that one time flash made a comment about your art studies.

but you've always just seen him as a small crush, too afraid to make any moves. until you found a note from peter in your locker, asking if you wanna hang out sometime.

you've worked with him in projects before, but you've never had an actual conversation and interaction with him.

you're nervous yes, but peter is just that type of person that you could easily talk to, like talking to an old friend you haven't seen in a while.

"you wanna try it? it's really good!" you offered, "no it's fine you go enjoy it." he nodded still smiling at you.

"it's really good, pete," — "really, try it!" you offered again as he accepts it.

"see?" you look at peter as he furrows his brows. "not a fan?" you pout.

"sour." peter states, "it's yogurt peter, say it with me, yo-gurt." you smiled.

"i mean if you like it i can learn to like it too." he shrugs his shoulder.

you smile at his sentence as you arrive at the park with peter.

you finish your frozen yogurt, sitting next to peter at the bench, getting the best view of the sunset.

you rub your hands on your jacket, warming up your hands from the cold treat you just had.

"you cold?" peter asked, "oh, no, just my hands." you reply as he looked down on your hands before gently holding it.

he looked every where else other than you, avoiding the awkwardness of eye contact.

"that is literally so cheesy." you smile, holding his hand back. "cheesy?" he laughs — "it's sweet, but cheesy." you stated.

you continued your afternoon walking around the busy streets of new york before peter walks you back home.

"tonight was really nice y/n." — "i had an amazing time with you, really." continued, "it was really nice spending time with you peter, i really enjoyed it." you wave.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" he says, referring to school. "mhm, bye pete." you wave goodbye as he skipped away.

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masterlist pt 2 ⚡︎ ☁︎ | masterlist pt 1

-MINORS DNI, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

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(check masterlist pt 1 for writings prior to 7/25/24)

-Most of my reader POVS are FEM or AFAB, sorry. Since I am a cis female that is the pov I feel I can write the most accurately. I try to do gender neutral whenever possible.

-I describe curvy body parts.

-I try to exclude reader's appearance as much as possible except clothing. Tattoos or piercings are sometimes applied.

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-My rating system is my humble opinion & might not be totally correct, read at your own risk. I'm self indulgent with my writing the vast majority of the time.

🌶️-suggestive 🌶️🌶️-moderate smut

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-last updated: 9/29/24

miguel o'hara (atsv) x reader

-love that doesn't make it into the bedroom-drabble thought 🌶️

-jacuzzi drabble-nsfw smutty thot 🌶️🌶️

-the aftermath - fluff drabble hc about the morning after your one night stand 🌶️💖

-fluff thought 💖

-smutty thot 🌶️🌶️

-putting his hands in your pockets-quick thought 💖

-dinnery party drabble 🌶️💖

-miguel's act of service for you-quick thought 💖

-the color red-🌶️💖 Miguel learns to love his eye color thanks to you short blurb

-miguel needs glasses -fluffy blurb 💖

-miguel sleep hcs 💖

-miguel likes your fall candles-autumn drabble 💖

-your fall decorations start to grow on Miguel-autumn short fluff 💖

-eloping with him -short fluff 💖

-would've been you-angstober request 💔🌶️🌶️

peter b. parker (atsv) x reader

-love that doesn't make it into the bedroom-drabble thought 🌶️

-smut thot 🌶️

-marry me honey-proposing to you during sex 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-peter washes the dishes-drabble 💖🌶️

-a horror movie night with him-flufftober piece💖🌶️

nanami kento (jjk) x reader

-he's just your boss- you're kento's assistant. you realize you're in love with him. 💖

-love that doesn't make it into the bedroom-drabble thought 🌶️

-rainy night in the farmhouse-drabble 🌶️💖

-ill take care of us both -your husband cheering you up after you lose your job 💖🌶️

-making love in the barn-self indulgent drabble 🌶️🌶️💖

-eating chocolate chip cookies pregnancy cravings drabble 💖

-his watch 💖🌶️

-smut thought 🌶️🌶️

-lying by the river drabble 💖

-waking up after a shower drabble 💖🌶️

-stay asleep to see you 💔🌶️🌶️ angsty dark piece about your grief after Shibuya that ends in tragedy

-threesome with Kento and Kusakabe drabble 🌶️🌶️���️

-kento x kusakabe x you smut drabble 🌶️🌶️

-rating the thunder -fluffy drabble 💖

-nanami kento as a boy dad 💖 HCs

-fingering you drabble 🌶️🌶️💖

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-catching you playing the piano (early relationship drabble) 💖

-to the echoes of infinity-drabble 💖

shiu kong(jjk) x reader

-smoking during sex thought drabble 🌶️🌶️

-your wedding and honeymoon-brief smutty fluff 🌶️🌶️💖

-the aquarium-first meeting with him 💖

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-asking your husband to adopt a dog 💖

atsuya kusakabe (jjk) x reader

-he likes your curves -brief thought drabble 🌶️🌶️💖

-just a man- he visits you the night of Shibuya 🌶️🌶️🌶️💔

ben reilly (atsv) x reader

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[jamespottersdaisy]

Ayla's 1k celebration!

Hello there, my sweets!

In exactly 15 days, my first fanfic (one that you guys love sm) will be one year old! In one year we have grown from 5 people into 1005?! I can't fathom it actually, but thank you all. Thank you for reading my work, but especially thanks to all those that left nice comments and encouraging words for me. They were truly the biggest motivation.

Hence, for you (and for me as well), I thought of a small celebration kinda thing, which, now that I see, takes a lot of creativity. We will be celebrating from 4th april to 14th april! I'm sure this will also get me out of writer's block hehe

🌜- if you want a fluffy blurb of your choice of a character in an established relationship, chose one of the prompts below and send!

banter, playfights, and soft moments dancing in the rain tooth-rotting fluff romantic moments

🍷- if you want an angsty blurb, choose a character with a prompt from below and send!

ruining something good with truth i like you as a friend tired of being a secret hurt/comfort

🌚- if you want a blurb with the specific dynamic and trope such as below, just chose your character and send!

angry love confession sloppy love confessions first kiss hate everyone but you i hate you but also maybe care about you

🪞- send me a description of yourself (physical or not) and i'll ship you with a character!

🪄- chose a character and a trope, i'll make a moodboard for you!

💎- making a moodboard based on their aesthetic perceived by me! (mutuals only)

character list: peter parker remus lupin james potter sirius black regulus black aaron warner leon kennedy steve harrington

keep in mind that i do not write smut

some mutual tags: @parkerpeter24 @starsval @ch-4-eri @tulipsbymybed @sarahs-secrets2 @reve-writes @webslingingslasher @spiderfunkz @comatosebunny09 @ttulipwritezz @hollandweather @franzkafkagf @in-the-sweet-november-rain @luannemar

credits and thanks to @dumplingsjinson for prompts, and to @saradika for dividers

[raikkxz]

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if you'd like me to write for your favourite driver, requ est their name, trope, concept and anything else! ex : can i request a charles leclerc x reader, best friends to lovers, assistant!reader

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⭑ f1 ⭑ hp ⭑ blurbs ⭑ headcanons ⭑ fluff ⭑ smut ⭑ boy x girl ⭑ age gap (not super big tho.) ⭑ social media au ⭑ person x female reader ⭑ kinks (not super kinky.)

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⭑ angst (maybe if im in an angsty mood, but otherwise, no) ⭑ anything that has any hate towards to ANY drivers. ⭑ driver/person x oc (i only write person x reader - unless it's a ship) ⭑ eating disorders ⭑ self-harm ⭑ mental/physical illness ⭑ incest

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ drivers i write for !! ꒱

⭑ charles leclerc 16 ⭑ carlos sainz 55 ⭑ lando norris 4 ⭑ oscar piastri 81 ⭑ max verstappen 33/1 ⭑ daniel riccardo 3 ⭑ lewis hamilton 44 ⭑ logan sargeant 2 ⭑ kimi raikkonen 7 ⭑ jenson button 22 ⭑ sebastian vettel 5 ⭑ fernando alonso 14 (these are the drivers i feel comfy with writing, i might do other drivers tho)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ other f1 related people i write for !! ꒱

⭑ toto wolff

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ pjo characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ luke castellan ⭑ percy jackson ⭑ annabeth chase ⭑ leo valdez ⭑ jason grace ⭑ clarrise la rue ⭑ will solace ⭑ frank zhang ⭑ hazel levesque ⭑ magnus chase ⭑ piper mclean (probably more but those are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ hp characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ mattheo riddle ⭑ theodore nott ⭑ lorenzo berkshire ⭑ tom riddle ⭑ harry potter ⭑ hermione granger ⭑ cedric diggory ⭑ luna lovegood ⭑ ginny weasley (probably more too but these also are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ mcu characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ peter parker (spiderman) | any film/actor ⭑ stephen strange (doctor strange) ⭑ tony stark (iron man) ⭑ steve rogers (captain america) ⭑ thor odinson ⭑ natasha romanoff (black widow) ⭑ wanda maximoff (the scarlet witch) ⭑ bucky barnes ⭑ loki ⭑ gamora ⭑ peter quill (star lord) ⭑ miles morales (more but are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ x-men characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ alex summers (havok) ⭑ scott summers (cyclops) ⭑ jean grey (dark phoenix) ⭑ james/logan howlett (wolverine) ⭑ charles xavier (professor x) | before x-men: apocalypse ⭑ erik lehnsherr (magneto) ⭑ raven (mystique) (more but are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ ships i write for !! ꒱

⭑ brocedes

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ multiple x reader i write for !! ꒱

⭑ tbc

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𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘙𝘦𝘤 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 

𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 💜 

Oh Alice!!! This is so lovely! And such a sweet idea. I've had to think really hard about the fics I've written that I love the most. And I think I've got them -- it's a little bit all over the place fandom wise, but it was fun to revisit my own masterlist and think about! 💜🌿

1. swallow you like sunshine when I smile (mickey "fanboy" garcia x reader, aka "cielo").

why I love it: it's the start of the fanboy x cielo little universe. I had written blurbs for fanboy and some hc's, but this was my first time writing a longer story, committing him to words and dialogue and behavior, and since he was a character with such minimal screentime if felt like a challenge because he could be what we wanted, but he also needed to feel grounded in the source material and in the universe. I struggle with that with my Mickey sometimes... Is he "real" enough? Do my stories feel enough like they're part of TGM? But this fic launched their ship and was so fun to write!

2. hang the stars upon tonight (TASM! Peter Parker x reader, tattoo artist AU).

why I love it: this was written as a part of an AU challenge hosted by beautiful @spidervee. She really encouraged my creativity on this one. And it was tough for me at first, since it's an AU to again make sure my Peter had enough of a voice and there were enough elements that felt like him. But I was SO happy with the finished product? There's so much packed in there, from the tattoos Peter has to little nudges and winks to the Spidey universe. I was so proud of my final product. I loved writing him and Eden and their little journey.

3. loved you once (Angel Reyes x reader - Mayans M.C.).

why I love it: This story is the longest thing I've written! It's over 54k words in two parts and is a whole novella! It was also different and challenging for me because I wrote this whole piece that was angsty as HELL. There's so much of their relationship packed into here, and I left it on a very amorphous ending, which I thought was fun to do. And the Mayans fandom is SO amazing! I got do much engagement with this story, people who shipped Angel and Frida, people who shipped Coco and Frida, people who wanted to know what happened with Christopher. It was so wild that people enjoyed it. And I loved getting asks about what they thought happened, or asking me how I thought it ended. I miss this little universe.

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Hi everyone!

I started writing fanfiction a few months ago. I generally post on AO3 first, but I've decided to post my works here as well. Here's what I have so far:

Spider-man fics (based on TASM!Peter Parker but flexible):

SFW

Four drinks I'm wasted: 600, ex dynamics, angsty short blurb.

NSFW 18+

Cracked Glass: 5,6k, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

Night Monkey: 7,1k, enemies to lovers, slow-burn, smut

A Fortuitous Reunion: 6,4k, ex dynamics, porn without plot, 100% smut 

Flowers In Your Hair: 4,8k, flower shop + sex pollen + professional rivals, entry to Wicked’s “Kink or Treat”

Any and all feedback welcome!

40 notas. Fecha de publicación: 27 de abril de 2022

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Cracked Glass

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker/Spider-man fanfic

Words: 5,6k

Pairing: fem!reader x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Set after the events of "Spider-man: No Way Home". Reader meets Spider-man under awkward circumstances and they end up spending some time together.

Tags: 18+ explicit, smut, nudity, fluff, minor violence, dark humour, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, vaginal sex, mild praise kink, some swearing, minor mentions of past trauma, reader is kinda goofy, all characters are 18+, numerous Tick Tick Boom! references.

Song inspo: Green Green Dress

[I'm more updated on AO3 than I am here. Check my profile out here. I posted the link to this some time ago, so sorry if you've already come across it!]

Your mouth drops open.

“What the f…“

You’re walking backwards as you speak, trying to put some distance between you and whatever is going on in the dark alley.

You suddenly trip over a bulk, barely hidden between two rubbish bins.

You look down briefly to make sure it’s not a dead body. No, just a backpack. Probably drugs.

You look back up and reassess the situation. So there’s a giant ring of sparks in front of you, in a dirty, creepy New York alley in the middle of the night. And you’re pretty sure it’s a portal because what you see on the other side looks like a river.

And suddenly a figure appears out of nowhere in a flash, crosses the portal running and before you know what is happening, they have body slammed you and you've collapsed the ground. And the person is awkwardly on top of you. It takes you several seconds to react, and then you start screaming and moving your limbs. It feels a bit like a dream, where you want to escape but your body feels heavy and doesn’t move. Except this time it’s not a dream, just some weirdo in spandex crushing you.

They start screaming as well, struggling with their own limbs and finally rolling away on the ground. The light from the main road finally illuminates what turns out to be none other than Spider-man. You assume it’s the real one and not just a cosplayer from the fact he just appeared literally from thin air.

Your mind is quickly getting to all the logical conclusions and calming down, but your body works at a different pace and you realise you’re still screaming and your arms and legs are still flailing around uselessly.

“Oh my god I am so sorry, are you okay?”

“You’re Spider-man!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He’s looking around now. “What time is it? Hold on. What day is it?”

“Um.” You check the old watch on your wrist. “2.45, I guess the 11th of February now”.

“How much time does multiverse travel take? Does it take longer to different realities?” he’s muttering to himself now, you’re barely catching any of it.

You probably should leave him, but you can’t stop yourself from staring. A real superhero. Right in front of you. No one back home would believe you.

Regardless, you try to give him a moment and focus your attention in gathering yourself together. You get up, accidentally stepping on the drug backpack. You’re surprised to hear a bit of a crunch. Drugs are big and solid and... metallic?

You pull it up to inspect whether it’s a murder weapon, taken from a crime scene maybe. Your mind wanders, you could join the FBI, does the FBI get to meet superheroes often?

You pull a vintage camera out of the backpack, the lens cracked. “Oops” turning it around you read the handwritten sticker on it with its owner’s name. “I’m sorry Peter Parker...”.

“What for?” a voice interjects.

You’re still talking to yourself “...unless you’re a serial killer and this is to take pictures of your prizes”.

Your brain takes a few seconds to process what just happened. You look up, the eyes on Spider-man’s mask seem to occupy all of his face. He’s absolutely frozen, and so are you.

“You’re a drug dealing serial killer?”

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41 notas. Fecha de publicación: 27 de abril de 2022

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Flowers In Your Hair

Entry for the amazing’s @wicked-remarks​ ‘ “Kink or Treat”! 

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker/Spider-man fanfic

Words: 4,8k

Pairing: fem!OC* x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Flower Shop + Sex Pollen + (kind of) Professional Rivals

Tags: 18+ explicit, mostly strangers to lovers, smut, nudity, vaginal sex, mild praise kink, oral sex (both F and M receiving), no bed in sight, some fluff, all characters are 18+.

Song inspo: Flowers in Your Hair by The Lumineers

*[I say OC because it’s written in the third person, but can be read as reader because she uses a codename the whole time and her physical appearance is barely described]

The bell over the door rang for the third time that day, and Peter barely had the energy to look up. It was probably someone “just looking” or a tourist hoping to take some aesthetic shots for their travel log. Slow days like this made him want to close the shop and swing himself far far away from here. 

He had been trying for a good hour to focus on the physics problem due for tomorrow evening’s class. Frustrated from the lack of inspiration, he finally looked up to see a young woman admiring the carnations displayed near the door. 

“Good morning!” Peter said in his best customer service voice, stifling a yawn. “If you need anything let me know.”

“I will, thank you.” The woman shot him a smile that barely reached her eyes. She seemed focused... Too focused for a simple visit to the flower shop, Peter noticed. 

Peter’s tingle rang loudly at the back of his mind, pulling him off his stool. He cleared his throat and casually made his way to the woman. 

“They are just beautiful, aren’t they? Those yellow ones arrived only this morning.”

She hummed an approval and took a step away from him, now seemingly inspecting the coloured roses. 

“Disappointment.” Peter intended for his tone to be playfully stern, but it turned out harsher than expected. This caused the woman to turn, a mixture of surprise and mild panic taking over her features for a split second, before settling into a controlled expression of confusion. 

“Excuse me?”

“Disappointment, rejection. That’s what yellow carnations mean.” Peter smirked, leaning forward as if confiding. “But don’t tell anyone, I don’t think many people buy flowers to express disdain anymore.”

She laughed and took another step away, her hand now on the door handle. The sound of her laugh warmed Peter’s chest, and for a second he forgot he was suspecting her of… of what exactly? Of acting shady in a flower shop?

Come on Peter, get a grip, you’re just sleep deprived from the night patrols. He thought to himself.

“Let’s not give them any ideas.” And with another ring of the bell, she was gone. 

Peter stood there for a few moments, taking one last look at the yellow carnations before closing the shop for the day. 

-

It was around 1 am when Peter woke up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. He got up to get some water. He tried to remember what the dream had been about. It was about work. Conventional work. Flower shop. But also, Spider-man? Carnations. Yellow carnations. The woman looking at the yellow carnations. What was she wearing? Wide-brimmed hat. Red wide-brimmed hat. Like that night about a year ago at the docks. Red wide-brimmed hat amongst diamond smugglers… 

Peter’s hand let go of the glass of water he was holding as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in his brain. 

By the time the glass shattered on the floor, he already had half his suit on and was headed towards the window. 

-

It wasn’t often that criminals walked in through the door of the local superhero’s side job, Peter thought to himself. He hoped he wasn’t too late as he dropped down to the ground a few buildings away. Approaching by foot, he didn’t see anyone inside, nor anywhere around him. 

In the shop, everything seemed to be in order. He approached the carnations. He thought about the new provider who had brought them. Mrs Hernandez had said they had shown a lot of interest in getting the flowers in the shop as soon as possible. This was nothing new, one would think, in the flower industry. But even Mrs Hernandez, with 50 years in the business, thought their approach was odd. “Muy raros, Peter. But the claveles are beautiful, ¿no?” she’d said.

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52 notas. Fecha de publicación: 26 de octubre de 2022

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Four drinks I'm wasted

Peter Parker/Spider-man blurb

Words: 670

Pairing: gn!reader x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Reader's thing with Peter didn't end on a good note, but they still miss him. So they try to drown the loneliness in alcohol.

Tags: angsty, a bit fluffy maybe, ex dynamics, alcohol consumption, drunk characters.

Song inspo: Talia by King Princess

[Check my AO3 profile out here.]

Peter Parker ghosted you for the last time 6 weeks ago, give or take a few days.

You were embarrassed at how much it had affected you, ending things with him. It’s not like you had been together (if you could even call it that) for that long. Nor had he treated you that well. But he was sweet, and thoughtful, and hot.

He just kept leaving you stranded, with no explanation, no apology text, nothing. And you didn’t want to get hurt.

Six weeks without hearing from him. You had done so well, not drunk texting him even once, given your record.

But today is not a good day. The week is going terribly at work. You haven’t been able to call your mum, because she’s on holiday. And you dropped your coffee on your laptop this morning. So you deserve a drink.

Do you deserve four drinks? Maybe not. But the alcohol is burning so good down your throat. And you haven’t indulged in a long time, so it’s going straight to your head…

When the fourth shot hits the back of your throat, you’re positively wasted, and you are loving it. You swear you can see Peter standing right there in front of you, hand stretched out towards you, asking you to dance. He’s smiling, he’s leaning down to kiss you. You’re both lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, laughing at each other, locking eyes, kissing again. But it’s all in your head and you know it, deep down you do know it.

So after enjoying the fantasy in your mind for a long, long time, you feel a few stray tears falling down your face. You feel ridiculous for feeling like this about someone who clearly hasn’t spared you a single thought since saying goodbye. You get up to open the window. The fresh air will clear your head and tomorrow will be a better day. Or so you’re trying to tell yourself.

But you freeze in place, barely a step away from the window. You can’t believe your eyes. Spider-man is sitting on your fire exit, just outside your window. His mask is off, his head is resting against your window but looking down. You see the tear roll down his cheek before you even recognise his face.

He turns to you and you lock eyes just as it all falls into place in your mind. Peter Parker is Spider-man. That’s why he kept ghosting you. That’s why he never gave a good reason for his behaviour.

And now he’s at your window, and he’s crying, and his eyes show a longing that can only be a reflection of your own.

You open the window and you continue to look at each other, neither knowing what to say.

“Peter…” you say softly.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out in response. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I was so awful. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to commit. I’m sorry I let you go. Now you know why I did it, but it’s still no excuse. And I’m sorry I showed up like this today, it’s creepy and it’s wrong, but it was a quiet night and I got drunk and all I was seeing was you. It was like I could taste your lipstick, and I just needed to see you.”

You could keep listening to him rant for hours, but you have other things in mind. So you put a hand to the back of his neck, and you pull him in for a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate long. He reciprocates the kiss with passion, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer.

He jumps in through the window, and now he’s standing right there in front of you, hand stretched out towards you, asking you to dance, although no music is playing. He’s smiling, he’s leaning down to kiss you again. Soon, you’re both lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, laughing at each other, locking eyes, and kissing again. And this time, it’s not in your head.

55 notas. Fecha de publicación: 7 de mayo de 2022

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Night Monkey

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker/Spider-man fanfic

Words: 7,1k

Pairing: fem!superhero reader x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Peter Parker takes a trip to Europe, where he encounters (and ruins the day of) an unnamed superhero (reader). Reader then demands help in return but they have to go into hiding together for a few days.

Tags: 18+ explicit, enemies to lovers, smut (if this is what you're here for, it's at the very end), slow burn, nudity, lots of sexual tension, minor violence, corruption (the political kind), misunderstandings, anonymity, cocky Peter, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, mild praise kink, mildly dubious consent, light choking, tied hands, some swearing, some mentions of past trauma, all characters are 18+.

Song inspo: Shame by InnerCut & mori

[I'm more updated on AO3 than I am here. Check my profile out here. I posted the link to this some time ago, so sorry if you've already come across it!]

Night monkey.

He publicly called you night monkey. Night. Monkey. On live television. With the whole world watching.

What kind of absolute rubbish superhero name is that. Who gave him permission to say it. Why was he talking about you in the first place.

Your first public appearance after being stung by that god forsaken black jellyfish.

It happened about six months ago. It had been just another normal day at the lab. Being a clumsy person in science had always been a struggle, but that particular day you were feeling unwell on top of it. You don’t remember what happened, you were running late, the lab coat got stuck on a chair, you tripped and banged your head against one of the tanks really hard. You opened your eyes, still lying on the floor, just in time to see the crack in the glass spreading. Next thing you know, the jellyfish that had been genetically engineered to remove plastic from the ocean was wrapped around your neck and the pain was unbearable. Your airways had swollen, you thought you were going to die from asphyxia, but then your vision became clear again. By the time your colleagues had run in from the neighbouring labs, you were actually feeling fine and you insisted to everyone that you did not need to go to hospital because the jellyfish was not dangerous. You didn’t know that for sure, actually, but you despised the doctors in the local emergency room and you really did feel fine. In fact, you felt better than you had all day, maybe even all week.

You still took the day off after the incident, mostly to settle everyone else’s nerves. You were surprised to see that by the time you got home, the swelling on your head had disappeared completely and the pain was gone. The red mark on your neck was still there, but it was painless. It actually looked more like a birthmark than a scar.

You were in the shower when things started to get properly weird. Your skin was glowing blue. That was weird enough in itself. But then when you tried to reach for the towel some kind of filament actually flew out of your wrist. From inside your skin.

You knew, rationally, that you should be freaking out. This was all extremely concerning, health wise. But you hadn’t felt this balanced in years. You also felt energised, almost like you could go for a run. That was very unlike you. But you did. And with every step you took it was more and more obvious that your body was undergoing some serious changes. But also, with every step, you felt you were gaining control over said changes. Not even a few hours had passed and you could control the glowing, the filaments (which you’d found out the hard way they stung), the newfound ability to detect and identify chemicals in the environment without need for any equipment, the ability to stay underwater for long periods of time and even the instant regeneration of your cells when injured or in pain.

You’d since become Rome’s silent guardian. You’d done your best, and mostly succeeded, at staying in the shadows, literally and figuratively. Your existence went by mostly unnoticed, other than a few rumours going about. You didn’t want the fame or the recognition or the drama that others enhanced individuals were attracting. You just wanted to do some much-needed good.

That is until, for whatever reason, Spider-man showed up today in Rome.

You were following a corrupt senator, trying to gather enough evidence of his murky businesses with the local drug-dealing elite. You were just off the Piazza Navona when you saw him on top of Neptune’s fountain. Spider-man. The absolute clown of the superhero guild.

That was enough distraction to lose sight of the senator. You cursed under your breath. You hated this job. But you also knew this was the only way of making Rome, even Italy, a better place.

Irritated, you went back to the Piazza and hid behind a street food cart to watch the scene unfold.

Spider-man seemed to be causing a panic, fighting a fish-like creature that emerged from the fountain. You had no intentions of intervening. It was way too exposed and surely the one and only Spider-man could handle it. But then that absolute moron snapped an arm off one of the stone angels and that was crossing the line.

Dressed in your black suit and mask, you’d dashed to the fountain, had a brief struggle with the creature, stung it with your filaments, and handed it to a stunned and speechless Spider-man. You’d then ran to hide in the nearest dark corner. Too late, however. A local TV station had been filming something for the news report nearby and had instantly shared the images with the city and then the world. It was the first time Spider-man had been spotted outside of New York. It was a big deal. You appearing in all the footage was collateral damage, but damage your regenerating cells could not repair.

You’d just entered a café, changed into street clothes, when you saw Spider-man being interviewed on TV.

“Really who we should thank is... Is... That person. I don’t know their name.” He was stammering.

He was being pressured into giving more information about his “assistant” as the reporter called it.

“Assistance is what he’s going to need when I catch him. Moron.” You whispered to yourself.

And that’s when he said it. “The Night Monkey.” In all fairness, it did sound like he was just desperately trying to get away from the journalists. But that was no excuse for coming up with such a horrendous name.

Your mouth is still agape, eyes glued to the screen, when the barista hands you your change and your coffee. She coughs quietly for you to move along. You finally react and practically run out of the café.

It’s just your luck that you run straight into someone walking past in the street, your coffee spilling all over both of you.

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#4

I am full to the brim w tasm requests. so I will empty the contents of my brain below. Do with them what you will.

1: Peter teaches reader to skateboard with the good old hands on her hips/ holding her hands deliciousness.

2: Reader who struggles to sleep during the night when shes by herself has the best sleeps when she's napping with Peter during the day, she suggests that he stays the night so she can get a good sleep before an exam, this becomes a regular occurrence, friends to lovers plot ensues.

3: Reader discovers that Peter carrys round a photo of them together in his wallet and just MELTS

4: Some ANGST (kinda): reader is unwell and has been for a while, she is scared of her future and scared that peter will leave her so she doesn't tell him right away, he finds out anyway and is heartbroken for two reasons. 1: she is suffering and 2: she thinks he would leave her for a reason like that

5: More ANGST: Peter still talks about Gwen, alot. Reader feels like she will never live up to what Gwen was to Peter so she confronts Peter about it.

I HATE WHEN YOU PUT SO MUCH GOOD SHIT IN ONE ASK. How am I supposed to pick?!?

I'm feeling fluffy right now. I'm doing 1 and saving the others for my angsty nights.

[TASM!Peter Parker x Reader, flirty friends is what I would describe their relationship as, not quite at the dating stage but getting closer]

Peter teaches reader to skateboard with the good old hands on her hips/ holding her hands deliciousness.

You loitered around the skatepark with your camera in hand. It was golden hour and the lighting was perfect. The sun cast a warm glow over cold concrete and the clouds had turned a deep orange. You knelt down beside the half pipe and aimed your camera at Peter. You followed him with the lens until he launched off the other side, bending his legs and grabbing the board with his hand as he spun through the air. The sound of your shutter clicking away filled your ears. You immediately pulled the camera from your face once he landed to look at the results. You felt Peter jog up beside you as you flicked through the pictures.

"How did I look? Did I look cool?" He asked through breathless gasps.

You tiled the camera to show him your favorite picture so far. It was a silhouette of his lean body bent high in the air as he blocked out the sun rays. You were pleased with the clear focus you had managed to get and, with a little editing, the colors would really pop.

Peter leaned over your shoulder and studied the picture. You could smell the sweat and fresh air clinging to his black hoodie. The smell was familiar and intoxicating. It made you want to lean in closer and burry your face in his clothes.

Instead, you made a snarky comment back at him, "Nothing I could do would ever make you cool, Parker. You're a lost cause."

Your favorite of his goofy smiles spread across his face.

He nudged your shoulder with his, "Well, you really worked your magic then, because I look great. Let me try to take one of you next! Come on. We'll trade."

He tried to grab the camera out of your hand and shove his skateboard at you but you backed away.

"Are you serious?" You asked him with an incredulous look.

He laughed, "No, I'm Peter."

It took a second to process what he had said before you broke out into a groan, "Oh my god. Even your dad jokes are terrible. Remind me why I'm friends with you?"

"Because I'm the only one who'll talk to you," he said with a shrug.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, "I mean, you're right but you don't have to be so blunt about it. I have feelings, you know."

Peter threw his board on the ground and pointed to it, "Use your feelings and get on my board then."

"That doesn't even make sense," you mumbled under your breath.

You carefully placed you camera down on top of your bag and gave Peter a deadpan look before stepping onto the skateboard. Your foot immediately slipped out from under you causing him to have to leap forward to catch you before falling.

"I'm going to die," you stated mater-of-factly.

Peter chucked and nodded, his hands still wrapped around your waist to hold you up, "You're absolutely going to die. Do the half pipe next. It'll be hilarious."

"I hate you." You tried to step off but he held you firmly in place. "What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching you to skate!" He grinned at you. The sight made your heart melt. You were suddenly very aware of his hands on your waist. His pinky finger had slipped under the hem of your shirt when you moved and was brushing against your bare skin. You tried to repress the jolts of energy that were radiating through your skin. If learning to skate meant keeping Peter's hands on you then you'd be forced to entertain that idea.

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635 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#3

Peter sending you a video of him cumming lol

Okay this isn’t exactly what you asked for. It’s less of him sending you a video and more of you instructing him on how to cum over video like the little sub that he is in this fic. I hope that’s okay but I got inspired and had to go with it.

Spider-Man’s Favorite Cam Girl

[TASM!Peter Parker x Online Mistress, 18+, sub!Peter] 

You took your night job as seriously as your day time one. On a good night, you could make enough money hosting yourself online to cover a months worth of rent. It was your dirty little secret. Maybe for some people being an online mistress was easy. You had talked to other woman who claimed their experience to be all work, no play. A job and nothing more. You found you had a different approach to it. There were certain regulars you had that you found yourself becoming attached to. They started to slip through the cracks of your professionalism. You’d think about them during the day and find yourself excited to run back home every night to your computer. There was one in particular who wormed his way into your heart. You’d never even seen his face but, from the neck down, you could pick him out a crowd. He was your most loyal costumer. 

He made you call him Spidey after New York’s finest superhero. 

You figured he must have been Spider-Man’s biggest fan. The guy even had a replica of the masked hero’s glove that he used on camera to jerk himself off. He was really into Spider-Man roleplay. Many nights you had played the villain while he was the captured, helpless hero. There was something about him that you found endearing. He wasn’t as off putting as some of the other people you’d entertained in the past. There was a gentle sweetness to him like he desperately wanted to please you. Your mistress personality would always falter around him and you’d take on a more caring role. He seemed to respond well to it. 

On your lunch break, you pulled out your phone to check your daily messages. A small smile lingered on your lips when you saw he had messaged you. You clicked on his first before anyone else’s and gave it a read. The message was simple: 

“I sent a package to your PO box. Please wear it tonight.” 

It wasn’t unusual for men to send you gifts. That’s what the PO box was for. Sometimes they’d send you outfits they wanted you to wear or toys they wanted you to use. As long as they paid properly and their request wasn’t absurd, you’d gladly humor them. You couldn’t wait to see what your favorite Spidey had in mind for you tonight. 

With the work day finally over, you carried the box containing his item into your apartment. You’d save opening it for after your shower. You had about an hour before his scheduled appointment. He had reserved an hour block but you knew he’d glad pay extra to steal up more of your time. He had once paid for a full five hours with you. You weren’t sure how he was able to go that long. It was one of the most amazing thing you had ever seen. The man hardly had a cool off period in between. Eventually, you had to be the one to call it quits for your own sanity. When he still didn’t want you to leave, he had continued to pay just for you to talk to him. By the end of that night, you felt like you had gone on the strangest, faceless date of your life. 

You stood naked and showered in your bedroom while opening the box on your bed. There were fifteen minutes until you were expected to come online. You pulled the box open and your eyes widened. Inside was his replica of Spider-Man’s glove. The same one he had used many times to touch himself with. You carefully took it out of the box and held it tenderly in your hand. Something about the glove seemed strange. It felt heavy. Real. Nothing how you’d expect a cheap knock off glove to feel. You turned it over and studied it carefully. You were no Spider-Man expert but you’d be damned if this didn’t look exactly like his right hand glove. Your heart fluttered at the thought of wearing the same glove as your online friend. You knew you probably shouldn’t call a faceless stranger who paid you for sex a friend but that was just how you felt about him. 

You slipped the glove onto your hand and held it up to the light. It was a loose fit but if you pulled it all the way down, you could make it feel a bit more snug. Nerves fluttered around your stomach as you quickly pulled on a short, red silk, night dress. It was his favorite of the lingerie that you wore and you thought it would match nicely with your new accessory. You pulled out your phone and snapped a quick picture of the teasing glove lingering along your cleavage and subtly pulling down the dress to expose the very top of your areola. You sent the picture straight to your mistress blog for everyone to see with the caption “Ready for a little web action tonight.” You knew he would see it and you hoped it would get him in the right mood for you session tonight. 

You took a seat on your bed in front of your laptop, gently rested your head on your newly gloved hand, and turned on the video. His name popped up right away. He was never late. A smile grew on your face as you accepted him into the private chat. 

The masked face of Spider-Man filled the screen. You had to refrain from gasping. You had only ever seen him with the glove before. This was the full outfit as far as you could tell, well, minus the glove. It looked so real. There were even tears and dirt as if he had just come straight from a fight. For a moment, you wondered if this was actually him. If Spider-Man was your favorite client. You quickly pushed that thought from your head. Of course he wasn’t. This guy was clearly just a huge fan...who happened to have a perfect replica, down to every last detail, of Spider-Man’s exact suit... 

You had to pull yourself back into present. There was a job to be done. You put on your mistress voice, one that was more commanding than your everyday voice, and spoke to him. 

“Someone got all dressed up for me tonight.” 

His head tiled to the side as his emotionless, exaggerated eyes bore into your soul, “I didn’t have to time to change. I had to get back in time. I couldn’t miss this.” 

You gave him a sly smile. Clearly he was ready to role play. Or was he serious? “Well. I hope your lack of glove didn’t throw you off your game tonight, Spidey.” Your eyes darkened and you tilted your head down with an evil smirk, falling into your character as the villain, and teasing the glove across your lips. “You forgot it here last time I had you in my lair. So irresponsible of you. You hero’s are always so terrible at cleaning up after yourself. Making messes for other’s to clean. I’m not going to clean your messes tonight, Spider-Man. You’re going to clean mine.” 

You were starting to get excited as you slipped into your role. There was no hesitation. You wanted to see him touching himself. You wanted to hear his beautiful gasps and whimpers as he begged you for your approval. He wanted to be your puppet and you would grant him that wish. 

“I want us both to have a really good time tonight but you need to listen to everything I say.” You pouted your lips at him. “If you listen to me and do as I say, then I’ll do everything I can to get you as hard as possible tonight. And I know you’ll love every second of it. As long as you listen to me. I know what’s best for you and I know exactly what you need to do with that cock.” 

You placed the tip of your gloved index finger between your teeth and you heard his breath catch in his throat. Good. It was working. Seeing you with a part of his costume was doing the trick. You wished you had been the one to request it from him. It would have made for a good powerplay. You ran the glove down your neck and across your chest. 

“Let’s get you warmed up, baby. Tilt that camera down for me. Let me see you release that beautiful cock of yours. Nice and slowly.” Your voice lowered to a sensual whisper as you instructed him. 

He did exactly as you said. He moved the camera down so it placed at his crotch. His masked face was no long in frame and his ungloved hand fumbled with his tight spandex pants. You admired his hand while he worked to pull out his member. His fingers were long and skinny. Perfect for gliding right into your wet, needy pussy. You bit your bottom lip at the thought of forcing Spider-Man to take you as his own. His knuckles looked bloodied and bruised as if he really had just been in a fight. It made your fantasies falter again. Something in the back of your mind was tugging you more and more into the direction that this was really him. You forced them back to keep yourself on track. He had his cock freed. It really was a beautiful sight. Every time you saw his hand wrapped around his length it made you feel a pang of jealousy that you couldn’t be the one there doing it for him. 

“That’s a good, little Spider. Listening to his mistress. Knowing that I’m the only one who could ever please you like this. Go on. Touch yourself for me. Show me how good I can make you feel. Nice and slowly. Up and down. I want you to just relax and listen to the sound my voice. Mmm.” You gave a quiet moan. You already had to squeeze your thighs together. Something about this man made you so incredibly horny. The mere sight of him on your screen could form a puddle between your legs. “Imagine all the things I’d make you do to me. Oh, I’d use you and abuse you. My little Spider. My plaything. That’s it. Stroke that cock. I want you touching it as lightly as you can. Nothing but a whisper of a touch.”

You heard him whimper in response. The sound was heavenly. If you could jump through the screen and ride him senseless, you’d do it in a heartbeat. 

“Feel those warm tingles flowing through your body with each stroke. The more you tease it. The more you touch it. I want you to think about how naughty you are.” You tutted your tongue at him. “You play so rough with all those big, bad criminals in the city. You think you’re such a big man. But I know the real you, don’t I. The real Spider-Man wants nothing more than to please me, don’t you? You’d do anything I say. I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” You held up the glove and swirled your finger around in the air for emphasis. “I want you to touch me. I want your hands all over my body. Hungry for my flesh. I’d let you do such dirty things to me, Spidey. Go on, stroke that cock. Get it nice it wet. I want you to think about how every trace of that wetness reminds you what it would feel like to be inside of me. Sliding in and out of me while you fuck me. Mm, that’s a good picture, isn’t it?” 

You repositioned yourself on the bed, pushing your breast together so your cleavage was more prominent for him. “I bet you’d love to see me fuck my fingers with this glove on, wouldn’t you? Is that what you want, Spidey? To watch your fingers burry themselves deep into my needy pussy?”

He gave a shuddered breath and cleared his throat. You wished you could see the expression on his face but you’d have to use your imagination for that. You imagined his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth part in anticipation. 

“Yes,” he growled. “Please. I need your wetness to coat my fingers. I want to get you so wet you soak straight through the fabric. I want to be able to smell you on my glove the next time I’m out saving the city.”

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755 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#2

Do you have any daddy Andrew!Peter headcannons?

Lol gonna assume you mean as a father with kids and not in the other daddy sense.

But of course I do!

Infant and Toddler Years:

Peter cried happy tears the first time he ever bottle fed his baby.

He insists on trying all of the baby food! He says it’s because if he thinks it’s gross, the baby will think it’s gross, but really he’s just curious. 

Peter never let’s his kids fall. He catches them every time. To the point that his partner has to remind him it’s okay for kids to fall down sometimes because they have to learn to get back up.

When he’s too lazy to put up baby gates, he just shoots webs over the open doors instead.

Uses his webs like a baby leash whenever the kids runs too far ahead 

All of his kids have him wrapped around their finger and they know it

Has the baby shark song and dance memorized. Gets stuck in his head all the time. Has 100% caught some bad guys while singing it under his breath. 

Young Kiddos: 

If he’s ever out late and misses bedtime, Peter will crawl into their beds and snuggle with them until he falls asleep too. So many nights his partner has been looking around the house for him only to find him passed out next to their kids

His kids ask him for Spider-Man stories for bedtime every night. He makes them child-friendly and often adds things like dragons into the mix for fun.

“Don’t tell mommy that I let you have three bowls of ice cream for dinner.” *later that night* “I swear I have no idea why they’re throwing up! Must be something going around the school.” 

His daughter has a fascination with bugs. Peter takes her on bug hunts through Central Park to see what they can find every weekend. They bring nets, jars, and magnifying glasses to study them. 

Always has his nails badly painted and in rainbow colors because his daughter wanted to do them.

Can braid his daughters hair better than any of the other dads

Makes all their Halloween costumes by hand. Makes the whole family have a theme each year. His favorite was their Addam’s Family one. (Baby number three was made that night.) 

Dresses up as Spider-Man and fully commits to pretending to chase the monsters out from under the bed whenever the kids get scared. 

The kids first sleepover ever is at Aunt May’s house. Peter calls to check in on them every hour. 

He’s the first one to volunteer as a helper for any of their school field trips. 

Pre-teens:

Brings them on movie dates every week and takes them out for dinner afterwards. Each kid gets their own special week night with dad to make sure that he stays a trusted person in their lives.

His kids are never afraid to tell him anything. 

When they go through a period of being bullied, Peter let’s them skip school and sleep in. Then he puts on their favorite music and forces them to have a dance party with him until they’re laughing again. 

His son loves the Percy Jackson book series so Peter reads them all too. That way he can have conversations with his son that speak to his interests. 

Peter often brings flowers home for his partner. His daughter mentions how pretty the flowers are one day. Peter then makes sure to bring her home a bouquet every time too. 

Teaches his kids how to skateboard. 

Teenagers:

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994 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Peter’s Angel || TASM

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity. 

Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink 

A/N: tasm!peter with an unnamed woman (though has vague enough descriptions that I consider her an oc), written in 3rd person

18+ Tag List (Reminder! I’m redoing my tag list. Read about it here [x] if you would like be added or re-added):  @ongreenergrasses  @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn​

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2,752 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

[parkers-gal]

Tom x reader where reader wants to move out & live with Tom only (not with boys). Tom doesn’t want to move out, maybe Nikki has a talk with him

the one T.H.

➢ a / n | went a lil overboard, heh, but enjoy this ! sorry it took a lil while :,(

➢ wc | 2.5k <3

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There’s too many dishes in the sink, you note. There’s so many, that they won’t all fit for one load in the dishwasher. It’s a pain, and you know nobody in this house has the patience to wait for two full loads to carry through, so you have to hand wash half of them and allow the whirring machine to do the other half.

If this were a romantic comedy, you’d have Tom standing next to you and you’d hold hands under the suds while you wash the dishes together and chat about your future. This isn’t a rom-com, though. In fact, you don’t even know where the boys are right now. You were certain they went into the den to play Call Of Duty — or whatever it is that they play — but then you thought they went into the backyard with Tessa, but now you’ve just given up on figuring their whereabouts.

Not that you’re angry at Tom for not helping, though. He did the laundry with you earlier, so you’re content with his keeping end of the deal. It’s the other four that you’re a bit fed up with. Sam had just recently joined the Holland-Osterfield-Barrett household of mates, and while you’re all the more happy to welcome him in, it also means more work. There’s a chore schedule, but sometimes someone has work in a town or a country away, and the gaps in the schedule are only ever left for you to fill.

It’s tough, considering you have your own job, but you’re content with the situation — for now. You have Tom, the love of your life, and you have the best people of your life - Harry, one of your closest confidants, and Harrison, one of your partners in crime.

There’s a lot of baggage that comes with being the only woman in a household of boys that practically grew up with each other. You love Tessa with all your heart, but it’s not like you can really gossip to her about your day.

You’re not too worried about everything, anyway. The second anniversary of your relationship with Tom is coming up; it’s only a few months away, and though you’ve been pondering the idea for awhile, you’re thinking of getting a place with Tom, on your own, without the nagging and intruding fellow in-laws (to-be, hopefully).

Six weeks, today marks, for how long you’ve been thinking about the idea, debating whether it’s valid enough to bring up to Tom, deciding when the best time to talk to him would be. He’s a hard man to navigate — getting a spot in his busy schedule is like fighting to the front of a One Direction mosh-pit. That makes it practically impossible.

But, you’re Y/N. You’re his sweetheart, his darling, his weakness. You’re the most important person in his life, and when you want to have a serious conversation with him, Tom’s all ears and eyes, attentive and caring, understanding and, hopefully, supportive.

You’re hoping it won’t take much convincing — he’s lived with these people all his life, and if it’s truly hard for him to decide, you’ll know what he really wants then.

Ringing out a few glass cups, you let them dry on a dish rack that sits on the countertop. The buzzing and whirring of the dishwasher alerts you that it’s still happily running, and you walk towards the glass sliding doors that lead to the patio and backyard. Peering out, you see all four housemates and Paddy, playing with a frisbee and wrestling with Tessa and messing around with a rugby ball on the trampoline. They look like kindergarteners on the playground, and you decide then to bring them some lemonade like a mother in summertime.

“Hope you’re all a bit thirsty,” you set the tray down with a warm smile. Sam shuts his book of poetry to smile up at you from his seat. He’s been reading for a good fifteen minutes, but you reckon he’ll hop on the trampoline when Harrison gets off. For now, he watches as the Irregulars star jumps happily with Tuwaine.

“Oh, sick,” Harry runs over with the frisbee still in his hands, reaching for a glass and taking a big gulp. Tessa’s at his feet, awaiting for the frisbee game to resume, and you pet her head for a moment before Tom runs over to you, hair matted to his forehead in sweat.

“You’re the best, love,” his hand finds the small of your back as he kisses your temple. You smile again, eyes shutting in bliss at the feeling of his lips, but his hand maneuvers you so he can reach for a glass without bumping into you.

One by one, they come over for refreshments, before picking up where they left off beforehand. Tom’s last to leave, wanting to talk to you before playing with his brothers again.

“Oh, I have to talk to you later,” you whisper, fingers tracing down his damp (sweaty) shirt with a giggle. Tom raises a brow, and you nod softly, “Just, when you have time. Now have fun,” you push him off, and though he’s still just as curious, he leaves you alone on the patio. Taking one last glance at the rowdy group of boys, you bring the tray of empty cups inside, sliding the door shut and sighing to yourself. More dishes to do.

——

Tom’s drying his hair with a purple bath towel when he comes out of the steamy bathroom. He sighs contentedly, before remembering your words from earlier. He brings it up, “What was it that you needed to talk to me about?”

He walks over to the dresser while you look up from your phone. You hum as Tom puts something away, and you shut the electronic device off, setting it on your nightstand and twisting to face his direction.

“I wanted to talk to you about… us, I guess.”

You see Tom’s movement slow, and he removes the towel from his damp curls, turning around hesitantly. You smile, waving him off, “Nothing bad, I promise.”

He lets out an inaudible “phew,” and nods. “Good.” You agree with a nod of your head, and he furthers on with the questions. “What is it, though? Is it something important?”

“I mean…” Tom places his towel on the rack before walking to the opposite side of the mattress “Sorta?” You offer, and you see the gears turn in his head. He sits down across from you, on the bed, and he smiles encouragingly, still a bit suspicious.

“Well, I’m all ears, darling.”

You smile at the familiar pet name, and with a final breath in, you admit what’s been in your head for the past few months. “I was thinking maybe we could… move out… without the boys.”

It’s dead quiet for a few beats while the words sink into his mind. You’re not sure how he’s going to react, but you watch to gauge his reaction.

His mouth opens, almost as if he’s about to say something, but then he closes it, as if he’d suddenly second guessed himself. For once, you truly can’t read him.

“I thought… I thought you liked living here?” he says softly, almost a bit saddened.

You sigh with your words, “I do! Really, I do, but…”

“But…?” He bites his lip.

“Well, I mean…” you exhale again, “We’ve been together for almost two years,” he’s still listening, “Don’t you think we should be a little more independent?”

“I mean, sure, if we were a normal couple.” He laughs at the joke, and while you do too, it’s not really genuine, but more forced for the awkward tension in the air. “I just thought you… y’know, enjoyed spending time with everyone.”

You nod understandingly. “I do, Tom. Really, I do. But… y’know, we’re not getting any younger. I just thought maybe it was time for us to get a place of our own.” It comes out as more of a suggestion, a question for him to respond to. You quietly bite your lip while Tom nods at the information he’s taking in.

He looks down at his fingers, before locking eyes with you. “Can I think about it?”

You shut your eyes softly while nodding. Tom blinks, before standing from the bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead and bidding farewell, heading downstairs for more quality time with his brothers.

——

It’s been a week since that conversation took place in your room. You didn’t think it’d go so… bad? You’re not sure if you should say that, because he didn’t exactly say “no,” he just didn’t seem enthusiastic about deciding at all.

It’s a quiet Saturday. You’re out bowling with a few of your friends, news of one of them getting engaged spreading like wildfire. She’s having a dinner party later, but for now, you’re keeping the meeting small, inviting your closest circle for the fun day at the bowling lanes.

Tom asked you if you wanted to reschedule the dinner with his family, but you insisted that arriving late would be fine. It’s only four o’clock — the Holland family likes to come for late lunch and spend the night playing games and drinking beer, until the clock strikes midnight and Paddy’s passing out in the backseat on the way back home.

At least now, only one Holland brother stays with the parents.

Somehow, someway, the conversation had shifted to you. Everyone’s gathered in the living room, scattered on sofas, couches, beanbags, armchairs, loveseats. Tom misses you at his side, but the conversation of how your work is going just reminds him of what you’d proposed a few days ago.

“How’re things with her in general, though?” Nikki, Tom’s mom, asks with a smile. The eyes shift towards Tom, and he can feel his face heating up.

“Yeah, how’re things with the lovebirds?” Harry teases.

Tom chuckles, anxiety bubbling in his stomach, twisting his. “Uh- they’re- they’re good, yeah,” he assures them, though shaky.

“You sure, there?” Harrison teases. “Did someone propose or something?”

“No, no,” Tom airily chuckles. “Nothing like that.” “Oh?” His dad picks up, “What, then?”

“She- uh…” he licks his lips out of habit. “She wants to move out. Find a place for us, she said.”

The tone in which Tom tells them lets them know that he’s a little less than enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. It’s something that raises a red flag for Nikki; it’s something that makes her brows furrow in confusion.

“Oh,” Sam breaks the silent. “I’m happy for you, bro,” he pats Tom’s shoulder.

Tom smiles, though it’s forced and a bit spaced out.

“What’re you gonna tell her?” Harry asks. “You want it too, right?”

Tom shrugs weakly. Nobody talks about his responses, his reactions. It’s all a bit unexpected, for Tom to not be on board with the next step of the relationship.

“I mean, I don’t know, really.” He confesses with a nervous laugh, running a hand through his curls. “I’d miss you all so much. I just… I don’t know, I guess I just thought she liked living here too, y’know.”

A collective number of “yeah’s” and “mhm’s” go around the room, and Tom nods nonchalantly before the conversation switches to something more exciting. For now, Nikki lets it go, just until she can get her eldest in a room by himself, and before you get home.

It’s when Tom’s getting snacks for the group that Nikki decides to offer her help in the kitchen. They’re just putting dinner in the oven and preparing appetizers, but still, any opportunity to talk to Tom.

“So,” Nikki smiles, and Tom giggles while she puts another slice of tomato on the dish they’re preparing. “Moving out, huh?”

Though her tone is teasing, Tom can’t help but get shivers. He nods, quieting down a bit. Nikki’s movements remain, but Tom stops working altogether. “I don’t want to move out.”

His mum turns to look at him, and she nods, almost as if anticipating the confession. “Why not?”

Tom clicks his tongue, looking down as if he’s ashamed of feeling this way. “I just like things the way they are right now. I know at some point, someone’s gonna move out and the clan’s gonna go our separate ways, but I don’t want to be the one to go first.”

At this, Nikki fully turns to talk to Tom, no longer making dinner. “Tom…” She wipes her hands on a kitchen towel, and Tom does the same. “You were the first to go, you know.”

His eyebrows pull together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she sighs, “Your career was first to take off. You ran out that door so fast, we couldn’t keep up.” Tom laughs, reminiscing to himself. “You’re going to keep growing,” she says softly. “You can’t stop that. You can’t stop everyone from growing apart. Sure, you might not grow apart, but you won’t always be this cute little boy band from your school days.”

“Not a boy band, mum,” Tom grumbles. The two of them share a knowing smile.

“You can’t blame yourself for growing, darling,” she steps closer, grabbing one of his hands just like he had grabbed hers the day he was first born. “You can’t expect to be the glue that holds this- this temporary situation together forever. You’re not a superhero,” the two of them laugh again, but then Tom nods knowingly, and Nikki can see a faint batch of tears spring in his eye sockets.

“No, I know, mum.” He sniffles. “I guess… I don’t know, i’ve just always been afraid of never being there when everything changes. I always come back and everyone’s a different person, just…” he searches for the words, “with the same faces.”

She nods, turning back to her dinner dish. Tom keeps his eyes trained on his hands, which are planted on the countertop.

“She loves you a lot, you know.” Nikki says after a few beats. “She just wants a bit of privacy, a bit of your relationship without your annoying brothers.”

“Annoying is right,” Tom teases. They laugh again. “Yeah, I guess I just never thought of that.” Nikki hums, and the kitchen grows silent for a few moments. “Thank you, mum.”

“For what?”

“Being there.” Tom replies. “You never gave up on me, and now… I don’t know. It means a lot to me that you’re helping me with something so important to me.”

Nikki’s eyes soften, and both of them tear up. She nods, this time breaking the silence again. “I know how much you love her,” She says quietly. “One day, she’ll be yours for forever. She’s the one — I can see it in both of your eyes.”

Tom sucks in a breath and wipes his eyes. “I know she’s the one, too.” He adds in another tomato to the dish. “She’s always been it for me.”

[naturallytom]

hi friends i am in a Mood™ and i really really really wanna write some angst so....here we are!! this will start thursday (august 19, 2021) and end on sunday (august 22, 2021). below are some prompts, general rules, etc!

general rules

if you request a prompt, please send me the number of the prompt and the list you found it from!!

feel free to check out the playlist (linked below) and request a song inspired blurb!! 

if you have a song suggestion pls send it my way!!

be respectful!!

i won’t write anything pertaining to self harm, suicide, etc.

all posts will be tagged as ‘very angsty blurb weekend’!!

who do i write for?

tom holland

harrison osterfield

peter parker

prompts

a shit ton of angsty prompts

angsty dialogue prompts

simple angst

100 ways to crush your soul

other

playlist

tagging some mutuals (so hopefully this doesn’t flop): @sunshinehollandd @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown @spiderboytotherescue @tomhollandd​​

[itstaskeen]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 ↬ 𝐭.𝐡

*gif, not mine!! ˗ˏˋ tom holland x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⏤ Let’s join our lovers in their magical conquest beyond life and death as they fight for their love unravelling dark mysteries of the past along their way.

𝐰𝐜 ⏤  547

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⏤ none really

𝐀/𝐍⏤ guys  i seriously advise if you have not read first sin part1 and part2 dont read this read part 1 and part 2 first or else you wont understand anything

*Tom told called her and told her that he needed to talk to her* TIME SKIP *toms pov* I pressed the doorbell as its sound scattered around the house. She came out of her apartment with new clothes. She wore a white crop top, baggy jeans, a leather jacket and combat boots like she was going to a concert and was wishing to stomp on some people. 

“ Hey, ” I greeted her She popped a bubble in her mouth. “ Mum, going out! ” From somewhere her mother said something I couldn't hear probably something like, “he might be a kidnapper, ” She closed the door and regarded me, “ hey so what did u want to talk about, ” T: Uh not here could we talk somewhere more private like the small park nearby that I saw while coming here Y/N: yeah people rarely go there Y/N: come on then The walk there was silent. *After arriving at the park* Y/n: so what did u wanna tell me T: first question will you believe me Y/N: yes I will tom (she said with a smile) T: I know it's hard to believe but Y/n: go on ill believe you T: i-i I am an angel Y/n: I know you are T: w-what Y/N: you are an angel I mean you are kind T: no no no T: y/n I meant an actual angel from heaven T: today I came down from heaven and disguised my wings Y/N: wait for real Y/N: like an actual angel like gods saint with actual wings T: yes I am Y/N: omg you are an actual angel T: wait you believed me this easily Y/N: yes I mean I always believed in angels I knew they were always there T: I need your help Y/n: whats wrong T: I lost my wings Y/n: wait-what how T: so I talked to God a few mins ago Y/n: you talked to god T: yes and he said that the only way  an angel can lose its wings is by showing any form of support, devotion, falling in love with the Devil or anybody who supports or is related to the Devil Y: so who related to the devil did you fall in love with after coming into the mortal world T: no one I have been here for like 3hrs and I have only met you Y/N: well for ur continence I am not related to the devil Y/n: my parents are dead I live with my foster parents T: I know that T: god said it might be a mistake Y/n: so how do you get your wings back now T: I have to go on a quest with a companion Y/n: explain T:*looking at his phone* so according to the thing that you mortals call google a quest is a long life-risking mission usually taken by two or more people to accomplish a goal. Y/n: so whos gonna be your companion T: that's what I wanted to ask you will you help me get my wings back Y/n: sure T: wait you will actually go with me on a life-risking adventure just to get my wings back Y/n: yea sure it's not like I have anything better to do anyway

𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⏤ @adriannajackson​ @antigoneidk​

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[spiderfunkz]

would u guys want an angsty natasha romanoff blurb first or a tasm!peter parker blurb (fluff) ???

[blissfulparker]

I...I miss doing mob!tom blurbs😳😌

[mirrorballparkers]

‘things you say quietly’ for peter ? — also i adore your writing so much 🕊💌

(ty darlin!!❤️)

- things you say quietly (w peter)

‘i love you.’

when peter says he loves you, always the first one to say it, meaning it more with his heart each time he did, he would sing it with his eyes. he had those eyes, those calm and warm eyes that were astronomical, that made you feel light as a cloud. they made you feel safe, secure, it was apparent that peter was almost like your security blanket, which was always so sweet.

you didn’t know how to say it first, but you were always thinking it. it didn’t matter what he was doing; singing to himself as he makes you both some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, telling you about his day, or how his gentle, soothing laugh would fill the air after telling a terrible joke. always thought it, hardly ever said it.

when you did, your voice would be serene, amiable; but peter didn’t have to hear you tonkbow how much you loved him. just like how he didn’t have to hear you sing, you sand with your eyes; and it was the most beautiful song he would ever hear, his favorite song, if anything. he knew you were shy, but it was his favorite thing. the little pink hue appearing on the apples of your cheeks, showing off his favorite freckles that he loved to count, he could count them for hours and never get tired of it; just like how he could never get tired of looking into those angel eyes.

he’d just hold you closely, wrapping you up in his strong arms as the chestnut curls of his hung over his forehead. it was silent, but never awkwardly silent.

“i love you too, you know.” he’d mumble into your cheek, kissing it ever so tenderly.

“how’d you even hear me?”

“i didn’t have to hear you to know, baby. and you don’t have to say it out loud, i just know.”

that was your favorite thing about peter, one of them, was that he was patient with you. and he always would be, for you were his best friend and his soulmate.

~

‘i’m scared.”

peter had nightmares from time to time, very recurring, never knowing what to do once he woke up from it; sweat dripping down his face, his whole body aching from fear and not knowing what was real and what wasn’t.

he didn’t like to tell people he was scared of things. not that he felt like it wasn’t manly of him, everyone gets scared, but peter hated worrying people who loved and devoted their life to him. that was why he eschewed from waking you up when he had a nightmare, and you just so happened to be sleeping with him, snuggled against his gentle body, his senses being able to hear your heartbeat; which calmed him down in a brief stint.

you felt his friable body move in your sleep, your eyes slowly opening to the dark room, only to hear the sound of his placid sobs. you sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and inch closer to peter, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around his own body, rocking back and fourth as an attempt to calm himself down.

your heart was breaking for peter, seeing him this way; feeling useless and like there was nothing you could do. peter feels you near, his eyes were now opening up, being closed before to wipe the terrible images out.

“go back to bed, baby, i-i didn’t mean to wake you.” peter spoke, his small, feeble voice was breaking your heart.

you shake your head, leaning close to him and wrapping him in your arms.

peter was safe again.

“i’m not going anywhere, hmm? not until i know you’re okay.” your cheek was against his, your heartbeats sang in a beautiful harmony, and after what felt like the longest time, peter felt like he was going to be okay.

“i-i’m scared,” peters voice trembled, it hurt every single time he spoke, “i’m so scared.”

you cup his cheek, as it was still dark, there was still small light filling the room to where you could look peter into his poetic eyes, that spoke to him tjay it was okay to be scared. he didn’t have to have it together all the time, and that was okay. peter just needed to know how much love he had, how much care and devotion; you didn’t need to tell him, through, because the minute he looked into your eyes and felt you near, he knew he was going to be okay.

because, you were his safe place.

[ptersparkers]

hii ! please could you write a FFH imagine where y/n almost gets killed by mysterio and pete highkey freaks out . fluff & angst por favor ! hehe 😂

far from home spoilers!

also i’m sorry this was not angsty at all KAJKAJL.

***

“Oh Jesus,” Peter muttered to himself. “You’re so stubborn.”

You couldn’t hear him. He was up swinging on the London Bridge as you decided to help your fellow students out instead of running out of the way to save yourself. You then looked at passengers in cars beside you and noticed that quite a few people had a hard time leaving their vehicle.

Whatever the reason, he was happy you wanted to help but annoyed that you would risk your life to save others. But he couldn’t really complain because he was doing the same thing.

You, of course, didn’t know his alias and Peter felt his heart swoon when he realized that you cared so much for other people, despite being an American in a foreign country. He swung down and tried his best to avoid the scrambling strangers down on the bridge as he made his way to you.

“Y/N, get out now!” he yelled, not caring that you hadn’t know he was Spider-Man calling you by your name.

“Spider-Man? What are you doing in London?”

He groaned and looked at your confused face (which was adorable) but wanted you out of the way before you got hurt.

“Hold on!” he yelled before grabbing you by the waist and swinging you into the air. But before he could get you to land safely, Mysterio’s android has nearly burnt you alive.

“Oh, fuck!” Peter swore. You yelled in his face which caught him by surprise and he lost his balance, falling onto the ground below him but was thankful you both weren’t too high up.

“Oh my god,” he said. He sat you on the pavement and cupped your jaw, looking to see if you were hurt. “Are you okay? Do I need to get you to a hospital? Oh Jesus Christ, this is all my fault and I should’ve just let you do what you were doing.”

“Peter?” you asked. He didn’t even care that you had guessed.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked once more. He didn’t take his mask off but nodded and felt the suppressed feelings for your best friend ride again.

“Y-Yeah,” you said out of pure shock.

He sighed and then told you to go back to MJ and make sure everyone else was alright.

Although, he knew you’d have questions for him later.

[mendespideys]

Can you please write a blurb with #5 and #10 from the angst list with Peter Parker ??? I want all the angsty feels

5. “Wake up! Please wake up.”

10. “Do you even still love me?”

i wasn’t entirely sure how to write this and then this happened, so yeahh. might not be what you wanted, but i hope you like it anyway haha. it’s angsty, y’all

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“wake up! please, wake up.” 

peter’s words were desperate, he knew it. it was a plead he had repeated time and time again as he sat by your hospital bed. he wanted to believe that you looked peaceful, but he couldn’t see it. all he could see was how your face had contorted with pain when it had happened; a look of desperation in your eyes as you reached out for him before crumbling to the ground. he couldn’t hear the steady rhythm of the machines you were attached to; all he could hear was your shrill cry when you had called out his name. no matter how much he willed the memories away, he wasn’t able to forget. 

it was beginning (well, actually, it had been for a while) to take a toll on him. his grades were dropping faster than flies and may was constantly commenting on the bags under his eyes. he dismissed her every time, reassuring his aunt that he was fine - reassuring himself that he was fine. for a moment, at least. peter knew he wasn’t fine. ned knew. may definitely knew. even mj knew. but the couldn’t shake the constant cloud of guilt and anguish following him wherever he went. after all, it was his fault you were lying there. he knew it was. 

he had tried, he really had. to save you, that is. every hair on his body had been standing up, telling him something was terribly wrong, but he had been too engulfed in his conversation with ned to respond to the tell-tale immediately. a few moments later, the crack of a gunshot had sounded. it was so loud that his first instinct was to slap his hands over his ears, positive his eardrums had ruptured. he had turned around to check on you and that’s when he realized it. his senses had been telling him that danger was coming - that you were in danger - and he had ignored. 

peter shook his head, trying to erase the haunting image of you falling to the ground while clutching your abdomen. it was a memory he saw every night when it woke him up in the middle of the night, his strained voice crying out for you. may had stopped coming to his room to check on him after the fifth night, knowing he would be inconsolable. peter loved his aunt more than anything but there was nothing she was able to do to help him. he needed you. 

“do you even still love me?” he croaks out a bitter laugh. “of course, you don’t it’s my fault you’re here. i-i should’ve looked up sooner. i didn’t- i’m so sorry i didn’t stop him, y/n.” 

he wiped at the tears escaping his eyes angrily. why was his body betraying him like this? he didn’t want to cry; he had cried enough. he shouldn’t be allowed to cry. he was the one that you put you there. he didn’t react fast enough. he hadn’t listened to his body, determined to be a normal teenager for a day. he was the reason you had been shot. he was the reason your future was still uncertain; still hanging by a thin web. 

he scoffs at himself. he was pathetic. you deserved more - so much more. you were young, you basically had your entire life ahead of you, and peter’s careless actions had quite possibly ruined those chances. he had been determined to tell you that night. that’s why he was busy whispering with ned; he was trying to explain the game plan and get the desired input from his best friend. he was trying to figure out how to tell you that he wanted more. he was trying to tell plan how to tell you that he loved you. 

“i’ll be back tomorrow, y/n,” peter whispered, swallowing the ever-growing lump in his throat. he pressed his lips to your forehead, not noticing that it was warmer today than usual. “i love you.”

and he hoped you heard him. he hoped you would wake up soon so he could tell you in person. he hoped you loved him back. 

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