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VENUS AND MARS — ARVIN RUSSELL
REQUEST: Can you do an imagine about Arvin x black reader (darkskin reader) and they’re secretly dating cause of racism in the town and his family finds out and he says that he loves her.
WARNING(S): Angst, fluff, mentions/talks of racism, forbidden love.
WORD COUNT: 3,798
PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Black!Reader
A/N: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!
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You couldn’t quite remember how long you and Arvin had been sneaking off together. It was a plan agreed on by the both of you. Rules you both made to make your lives easier. Nothing was ever going to be easy…so long as Arvin’s heart beat for yours. The thought alone always made you shake your head. Two halves that met under rather difficult circumstances. Arvin told you it was destiny, the way you met, the way you fell, the way you loved each other. Yet in your mind your love for each other was due for a reckoning. A doomed love story in the making. The love was a blessing, but the hate and the judgment you didn’t want to receive was the dooming. Questions and doubts clouded your thoughts every evening while you lay in bed. The ‘what ifs’ and ‘we can't’ bellowed in your head like a train on tracks. Roaring loudly. Telling you to get out before your life was over.You didn’t want to get out though…You wanted to stay, stay with Arvin, stay for the love, stay for the reckoning, stay for the change. You wanted to stay for the long run. That was the making you wanted to create. Not whatever every white man or woman had to say for it in this town. These folks didn’t know the way you had to live, how you had to think about everything you did when you left your house. They had it easy, they could live easy, get married easy, love easy. Everything was so damn easy for them it made you mad.
You pulled back the curtain keeping a lookout for the familiar roar of the engine of Arvin’s car you spent so much time in. You stepped back from the window and smoothed out your dress. Your mother would kill you if she caught you leaving her home with a wrinkle. No daughter of hers was going to look like she didn’t at least try.
“Y/n, tell me you’re not leaving with that boy again?” Your mother walked in the living room area with a hand on her hip.
“I am mama.” You looked up at her.
She sucked her teeth, shaking her head. “All he’s gonna do is bring you trouble.” Your mother wasn’t always so fond of the idea of you being with Arvin. She didn’t need a boy like Arvin messing up your lives.
“No he’s not. Arvin is good, mama, he always means well. He goes to church!” You tried defending him.
“Everybody goes to church, girl!” Your mother chuckled. You smiled then glanced down at your shoes.
Arvin’s car could be heard outside. You glanced up at your mother with a nervous look, just like you did every time he came to pick you up in the middle of the night. If it was daytime, that would have been riskier, too much sunlight, too many people with judgmental eyes. You wouldn’t be able to handle it all.
Your mother sighed sensing your anxiousness. “Just be careful alright, don’t be home late.” She walked up to you to adjust the collar of your dress. “Tell Arvin I say hello.” She pressed a kiss to your temple and gripped your hands tightly.
“I will mama.” You smiled at her to reassure her worries, her concerns. She watched as you opened the door and walked out. You gave her one last glance and descended down the three steps on your porch and onto the dirt.
Noticing you approaching the car, Arvin quickly put out his cigarette and got out of the car walking over to your side. You squealed as he spun you around a bit in his arms. Arvin’s favorite time was affection time. Any given moment or chance to shower you with kisses and physical contact, he’d take it. Nothing was going to stop him from denying you his love.
“Hi darlin’.“ He chuckled as he dug his face into the side of your neck. “I missed ya.” He sighed deeply, tightening his embrace on you.
“Missyatoo…Arvin,” You mumble out as you let your hands rest on his back. “Arvin.” You looked up, staying still. “Arvin, I can die if I don’t breathe ya know?” You chuckled as he instantly loosened his grip on you.
“Can’t have ya dying on me. Too darn pretty to be in a casket.” Arvin caressed the side of your face. You could feel your cheeks get warm.
“You always say that.”
“Cause it’s true.” Arvin smiled. “Darlin’ ain’t nobody in this world that is as pretty as ya.” He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips.
“And there ain’t nobody in this world that says it like you do.” You giggle. “Let’s get going.” You began looking around you watching out for any onlookers or night walkers. You relaxed your shoulders when you saw no one. “Oh and my mama says hi.” You smiled.
Arvin quickly opened the door for you and waited till you got in and situated to close it. “Hello.” He grinned.
Then he got in himself.
The engine roared to life waiting to get its gas going to start the fifteen minute ride to the woods.
The only place where you and Arvin could be. Where no racist soul was bound to find you two showing your devotion for each other.
-
Once Arvin reached your spot. He quickly rolled up the windows and took the keys out of the hole. You smiled when he beckoned you over to him. Finding your place on his lap. Nothing sexual ever, only the tenderness of the pads of his fingers slowly tracing invisible designs across your skin. You closed your eyes as he printed kisses on you. Leaving behind that lingering feeling of his lips.
You opened them back up to stare at the man you’ve grown to love. To call yours, your partner.
“Do you ever get tired of it?” You broke the silence.
“Spending time with ya? No.” Arvin chuckled as he leaned forward pecking your cheek causing you to smile.
“Not that.” You playfully hit his shoulder pad covered by that jean jacket you loved on him.
“The hiding…” You trailed off.
“Yea darlin’ but you know what will happen if-”
“If everyone finds out, I know, I know.” You frowned, you smoothed out the edges of your dress, trying to remove any wrinkles. Arvin tilted his head to try and catch your eyes. “I…I just wanna be able to hold your hand. In public ya know…not in the woods, Arvin.” You sniffled. “I get…I get that people will have their own opinions, or do terrible things, but….” Arvin frowned, reaching up to wipe away your tears. “How long can we keep this up?” You shook your head.
“Hey now, none of that sad talkin’ now.” He cupped your face. “Darlin’ fuck what any of those no good sons of bitches have to say.” He pressed his head against yours. “And if they do say somethin’, well then I’ll find the right time, and set em’ straight.” Arvin jokes.
“Arvin…” You halfheartedly laughed, shaking your head. “Violence isn’t the right way to go about this.” You touched his hand on your cheeks. “What would your sister say, or even your grandma?”
“I’ll set them straight to….” He paused then smiled, causing you to relax.
“It ain’t funny!” You exclaimed, punching his arm.
“Ouch.” He furrowed his brows then chuckled. “Alright, I’m only kidding darlin’.” He turned your chin to look at him. “But I’m serious, I’ll beat the crap out of them assholes who got somethin’ to say about you...about us.”
“Wouldn’t do you any good beating someone up for nothing…” You smirked.
He raised his brow confused. “They don’t know about us silly…” You chuckled when he rolled his eyes. “You’d look like a fool.”
“That does it, come here.” Arvin grunted playfully as he turned you over on your back, you thought that was all he was going to do, but the surprise came when he started tickling you.
“Arvin…no stop!” You laughed trying to remove his hands off you.
“It ain’t funny, eh?” He teased as he continued running his fingertips across your sides.
“No…” You laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your laughter filled his ears like music. Arvin stopped his tickle assault and hovered over you. You took a deep breath trying to control your heavy breathing.
“I love you, Y/n.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled tugging at the nape of his curls.
“I love you too Arvin.”
You savored the moment of being with Arvin. There would be days where you two would go a few days without seeing one another. That was torture enough.
It had been bad enough that his grandmother set him up with a girl from his church. She was a cute little thing, as Arvin would say, but not his type. He didn’t take a liking to the poor brunette. He couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy being with her. Not when his heart soared for yours. However, to keep you two a secret, he continued to go on dates with the girl. Much to your dislike.
No world was worth living without Arvin. He understood you like no other person did. Not even at school were they as loving as Arvin was. They’d call you names, tell you how you didn’t belong there. Telling you that dating a white man was gonna do you no good. Not that they’d tell anybody, which you were grateful for. Arvin could recall the times where he’d find you crying behind your school when he’d go and pick you up.
He’d find Lenora in a similar state at his school, but that’s another story for another time. The boys at least learned their lessons. They wouldn’t bother Lenora anymore, but the bullies at yours still bothered you. Yet unlike the way he got back at the boys for Lenora, you’d beg him not to hurt anyone for you, no matter how much they had emotionally hurt you. Although the second any of them laid their hands on you, he’d go back on his word, his promise he made, and hurt them.
“Darlin’ you know…I’d love to tell everyone you’re my girl, but it’d be too risky.” Arvin peered down at you. “There are people who ain’t right in the head, who won’t understand us.” Arvin sighed. “They won’t have it. They’ll…They’ll kill you, kill me.” Arvin sighed.
“All the more to stay a secret huh…” You smiled sadly. “I wish we didn’t have to hide. Do you ever think they’ll be a future where this will be okay?” You stared up at Arvin. He furrowed his brows at your question. Was there really gonna be a future where he could love you in public? Out in the open for everyone to see. He moved his head down to place his lips on yours.
“I think so darlin’, I really do, but we might be too old when it finally becomes okay. We’d have lived a happy long life together in secret. We’d be sittin’ in rocking chairs by then. Whether it became okay or not wouldn’t matter to us by then.” Arvin smiled sadly letting his thoughts be the answer to your question.
“I’m okay with that Arvin, just as long as I got you.” You nodded as your eyes gleamed with tears. You arched your back to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
You knew nothing good would come of this. Not as long as you and Arvin stayed together. It was a cruel world you lived in. One where no one could see two people in love, and instead see two different skin colors. One who’d have no harm come their way, and the other to receive hatred and hostility just for being who they were.
Arvin always asked you what was so wrong with loving you. Nothing was wrong about it. In fact his love for you wasn’t the problem, loving someone wasn’t going to get his ass beaten by anyone. It was the racial discrimination that you had to battle. A battle, that’s what it was…
You liked to joke around with Arvin sometimes. Laughing’ over the idea of being these warriors in love in the midst of a war. You could recall a story you read in one of your books at the library, once, about two gods. One named Venus and one named Mars. Not so much about planets but more so about two people. Two people in love with a secret.
The tale of the two was rather interesting. There was Venus, the Goddess of Love, and Mars, the God of War, but the story seemed to have relevance to your and Arvin’s situation.
Venus, who was betrothed to Vulcan, Roman God of Fire, found him to be quite dull and ordinary, which led to her having an affair with Mars. He was different. You felt that Venus pertained more to Arvin’s situation with that Anna girl, who he was pretending to be with. From what he liked to tell you, she fit the ideal image of what Vulcan was like. Although you could argue that you and Arvin could relate to the gods based on their characteristics.
Mars, son of Jupiter and Juno, was unpopular with everyone. He liked to fight, although whether he won or lost mattered little to none. He just liked trouble and wreaking havoc. Arvin felt a lot like this, struggling with his own internal battles, and finding the right time to pick a fight with someone who did him or his family wrong. He’d get a black eye for it sometimes, but he’d make sure those who wronged him would get what was coming to them. There was no doubt he was beginning to be the talk of the town.
Venus was an entirely different story. She was born in the sea. Unlike Mars, she was not into creating havoc, but caused it if someone scorned her vanity. You remembered on multiple accounts where you had begged Arvin not to pick a fight over you, or for you. Violence was the last thing you wanted in a place like West Virginia. Nothing right about it. There was no use for it, but others seemed to want violence to occur. Someone wanting to start and wreak havoc somewhere. You surely weren’t about to take part in any of it, but if you had to…you would. You didn’t think you could have something to relate to.
Multiple love stories filled with unrealistic outcomes, unrealistic people. You strived to find a story that you could see yourself in. Venus and Mars’ story happened to be it. The idea of Vulcan wanting to expose Venus and Mars then both humiliating them in front of the other gods on Mount Olympus, stirred something within you. If you and Arvin were to be exposed or outed by someone, everything would fall down hill. The reckoning of all reckonings would occur and lead to more problems you didn’t need nor have the time for.
It was only a matter of time before something happened…before someone found out.
-
After a night of fooling around. Arvin dropped you back home and made his way back home. The drive back with the radio playing some familiar tune was nice to enjoy. It was hard to enjoy the little things. He had taken up responsibilities as he got older. He made it his sole purpose to look after Lenora, to look after you. He cared so much, he found it hard to see past his inner demons that haunted him. His childhood haunting him like a second hand slap to the face. It always came back. Thoughts and memories he couldn’t forget would come back. He wanted them to go away. You didn’t go away though. He could recall the first couple times he found himself being allured by your beauty, by your quick wit and intelligence. You were a rare beautiful sight to see. He felt as though it was illegal to look at you with his own eyes. You made him nervous, Arvin was hardly the nervous type. You understood him like no one else. When he had to scream you yelled along with him. When he had to cry, you shed tears too. You were meant for each other. Despite the way things were and how things existed, he knew, in his heart, that the universe made no mistake introducing you two.
Arvin cut the engine when he made it back home. He stayed in the car for a bit longer trying to conjure up a new lie to tell his grandma, sister and uncle this time. Though they never really worried about where he was just as long as he didn’t go stirring up trouble. Though his grandma did worry occasionally.
He released a big breath and turned the engine off and headed inside. His work boots thumping against the ground of his porch. The creeks made noise below him with each step he took. Almost like the anticipation was building up slowly as he opened the front door and walked through the threshold.
When he had closed the door behind him he noticed that some of the lights were turned on. He hadn’t thought much of it, but he did notice how his uncle wasn’t asleep on the sofa bed like he usually was. He stepped deeper into the house trying to find anyone. Arvin had made a move to go to his room. He removed his cap and was going to toss it onto his bed when he halted as he had passed the kitchen. He stepped back and turned at the opening of the kitchen. All three of them lifted their heads to stare at the boy. Arvin gulped as he realized their expressions read anything but happy to see him.
“W-What are ya doin’ up?” He eyed the two women who had appeared to be looking at something on the table. “It’s pretty late ain’t it?”
His uncle was smoking a joint not giving the boy another glance.
“Arvin, come here please.”
“Something the matter, grandma?” He slowly stepped forward to the end of the table.
“Yes Arvin, something is wrong.” Grandma Emma casted her gaze down to the picture that lay on the table. She hesitated touching it, then quickly pushed it away towards Arvin. She grabbed a hold onto Lenora’s hands who hadn’t said a word. “Care to explain that?” She gestured to the picture.
Arvin finally understood what all the fuss was about. He could feel his heart pumping loudly in his ears as he slowly reached down to pick up the picture. The one picture of you he had that he took care of so much.
“Grandma-” He began but she cut him off.
“You’re seeing a-” She tried saying it but she couldn’t find it in herself. “How could you do this to us? Do you know what will happen if word gets out.” She exclaimed.
“That’s probably why he’s been goin’ out so much, he’s probably sneaking-” Lenora pointed out.
“Shut up Lenora!” Arvin clenched his jaw.
“Have you been seeing that girl all this time?” Emma looked hurt.
“Grandma please listen-” Arvin pleaded.
“I just don’t understand how this could-”
“Grandma I can explain-”
“-happen. What about Anna, huh? That poor girl…Have I taught you nothing boy because-”
“I LOVE HER!” Arvin shouted over his grandma.
She gasped as she looked at him with wide eyes. This time his uncle finally looked at him. He removed the cigar from his mouth and put it out.
“Excuse me?”
“I love her grandma.” Arvin could feel water build up in his eyes. “This girl right here.” He lifted the picture and made it face his family. “I love her so much and this is exactly why I didn’t tell anybody.” Arvin began crying as he explained himself. “Y/n and I are so scared that something terrible will happen, and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to her, grandma. I love her…and I don’t care if you like it or not.” He let his arms fall to his side. He was tired. The three of them shared a look then stared up at Arvin.
“Alright then…” Grandma Emma nodded.
“Alright then?” Arvin furrowed his brows. “That’s it…”
“Alright then.” Grandma Emma nodded her head.
“You’re okay with this?”
“We’re not happy with that fact you didn’t tell us.” His uncle finally spoke up. “But this is your life boy, do what ya want with it, and if this Y/n girl makes ya happy then alright then.” His uncle slapped the side of his forearm.
“What’d ya think we were gonna do Arvin?” Lenora asked.
“I don’t know…” Arvin breathed out.
“Don’t think too low of us boy, we ain’t bad people here. We’re ya family, remember that.” His uncle eyed him.
“Yeah.” Arvin was slowly letting his guard down again. He finally looked up to eye his grandma who was having a hard time looking at him. “Grandma?” He lifted his eyebrows at her.
“Tell us things next time, Arvin.” Grandma Emma finally looked up at him. “Your momma raised you well boy.” A smile slowly making its way to her lips. “Do you know if Y/n likes homemade Beef Bourguignon or fudge cake?” She stared up at the boy nervously. This caused Arvin to smile.
“As a matter of fact she does, Grandma.” Arvin let out a breathy laugh. “Why’d ya ask?”
“I’d like to meet the girl who makes my grandson smile so much?” Grandma Emma shrugged.
“I’ll ask her.” He nodded.
“Does Y/n like books?” Lenora seemed to ask out of nowhere. It wasn’t a secret that Lenora had a hard time making friends. Maybe this could be her chance at making one who didn’t pick on her for being Arvin’s step-sister.
“She loves them, Lenora.” Arvin smiled fondly at the thought of you reading to him on one of your nightly dates in the woods. Lenora gently smiled and nodded.
Silence fell over the four of them as they all came to a middle ground. No more arguing, no more secrets. They knew and he could relax a little more. They were going to meet you and that’s all he wanted. He was so scared of them being against the idea of him being with you, but they weren’t and it made him so happy.
“You guys will love her.” Arvin smiled nodding.
“If you do Arvin, then I know we will too.” His uncle smiled up at the boy.
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#reader#black!reader#x reader#911 fanfic#911 x reader#911 fox#avengers x reader#bucky barnes x black!reader#buck x reader#911#anthonymakie#james buchanan barnes#tom holland x screenwriter!reader#tom holland x black!reader#tom holland x y/n#tom holland series#tom hollandxreader#tom holland x reader#tom holland x you#the winter soldier#dean winchester x black!reader#dean winchester x reader
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I really want someone to write me a Tom or his characters or Killmonger one shot. I miss having something to read that was all mine.
#melodicheauxxo#beautifullmelodyxx#melodicheauxxo writes#savagesugaqueenxx writes#tom holland x black!plussize!reader#killmonger x black!reader#tom holland x black!reader
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Airline Miles || Peter Parker Smut
AN: this is my first time writing for Peter Parker. This is purely fiction
Synopsis: You and Peter make the most of Tony’s private jet
I slam my hand against the airplane bathroom mirror, holding back whimpers and moans as Peter drives into me from behind. My eyes are rolling back as his fingers find their way into my mouth and down my throat. I gag at the intrusion and Peter’s head picks up from looking at himself pummeling inside of you at a pace that wasn’t fast enough to create loud sounds. “Be quiet,” he hisses lowly, using his other hand to wrap around my throat.
You let out a muffled apology, tears beginning to stream down your eyes as he finds a deeper angle. “What was that?” he whispers, leaning down to nibble at your ear lobe. He takes his hands away from your mouth and neck, letting them grab at your hips like before.
“I’m—fuck!” I yelp breathlessly as he sharply slams into me, slowing down his space.
“Use your words, princess,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into my skin that would for sure leave bruises.
“I’m cumming,” I whimper quietly, looking back at him as he pulled my hair towards him.
“I know. I can fucking feel it. Fuck,” he mutters and presses his lips against mine, his pace quickening almost immediately. I can’t help but moan louder into his mouth. He lets go of my hair, grasping at my jaw harshly. “You need to keep it down,” he mutters, directing my attention back to the mirror.
What a sight it is. His hand cupping my jaw almost possessively, his dick continuously ramming into my soaking pussy at a rough pace, hair tousled and ruined.
My stomach twisted with pleasure as he lets go of my face and grabs the back of my neck to bend me completely over. I have a death grip on the counter and bite my lip harshly as his hips still while he buries his cock snug into me.
“Ohhh my god,” I moan as my eyes roll once more.
I scratch at the surface as a tingly sensation washes all over me and his tip hits my womb. I feel nothing but pure bliss as he fucks me through my orgasm. Watching as I cream on his dick, Peter pulls me back into his hips roughly while grinding them every which way. My back arches and my ass presses up against his hips, furthering his dick inside my cunt. There’s a dent in his forehead and the grunts he’s letting out almost send me into another orgasm. I look at him in the mirror and beg him to cum for me,
“Baby, please. I want to feel your cum inside me. I wanna grind down on the seat when I feel it start to leak out.”
“Fuck, baby. Keep going.”
“You’re fucking me like the slut I am. So fucking deep. Mmmm.” My bottom lip is tucked between my teeth as I enjoy the rough rocking. I clench around him and he grabs the back of my neck, my face hitting the counter once more.
He fucks me until he’s emptied everything he had into what’s his. He goes and stays balls deep until he starts to soften. When he pulls out, a little cum follows and he swipes it with his finger, pushing it back in. I keep myself on the counter until I have the energy to move and pull up my sweats. Once dressed, Peter places a passionate kiss to my lips before calling me “his good girl”. He peeks his head out to see what he can and gives me the signal when the coast is clear.
We get back to our seats just in time as Sam gets up to stretch his legs and comes to our row,
“We almost there?”
I tap my little tv screen and view the map,
“About 6 more hours.” He just rolls his eyes and heads to the bathroom. Peter and I get ourselves back situated when Sam quickly exits the lavatory,
“Yo. Use the other one. It smells like straight fucking in there,” he says as he passes us.
Peter and I look at each other before letting out childlike giggles. We pick a movie and enjoy the rest of the flight.
#peter parker#peter parker smut#the avengers#avengers smut#tom holland#tom holland smut#sam wilson#tony stark#peter parker x black!reader
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★ fluff | † angst | ‡ sad | !! suggestive
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Isaac Garcia (mlwtwb)
playing with his hair ★
unconsciously smiling whenever she smiles ★
drunk ★
y/n(she/her) finds Isaac drunk on the front porch
(i have more of Isaac on my wattpad but i won't pot them here so u can check them out on there if you want)
Lee Garcia (mlwtwb)
teacher ★
Lee teaches y/n (she/her) how to skateboard
first kiss ★
Draco Malfoy (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too
september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts
too late ‡
y/n (she/her) who is in her first year at Hogwarts (11y/o) and likes Draco Malfoy who is in his 4th year (15y/o), but Draco tells her that she's too young. this happes every year until y/n turns 15 and stops trying to be with Draco and moves on but Draco realizes that he likes her but it's too late cause she already moved on.
in the shadows †
y/n (she/her) is Professor Umbridge's niece and had transfered to Hogwarts when her aunt got a job as a teacher there but what no one knew is that Umbridge is abusive towards y/n (she uses the same method she used on Harry Potter in the movie: to write something on a piece of paper and it magically engraves on the back of your hand with cuts) for a while no one noticed and thought that she was just shy but one pearson, Draco Malfoy, a fellow Slytherin, noticed her hand one day in potions class and asked to talk to her privetly in the Slytherin common room and that's when y/n opens up about the abuse and that's when she finds out that Draco had took a notice of her ever since she arrived, but she didn't notice because of her shy and scared demeanor.
in your arms ★
y/n (she/her) is Draco Malfoy 's girlfriend and one night Draco show's up at her house and he ends up spending the night there, with him cuddled up in her arms crying after he told her that he was forced to join the death eaters.
"it was nice knowing you!" †
bully †
y/n (she/her) tries to take her life after Draco bullies her, but little does she know the reason of the bullying is for him to hide his actual feelings for her.
alphabet nsfw headcanons !!
lazy day headcanons ★
first kiss ★
y/n (she/her) having her first kiss with Draco
kisses ★
you don't have to go ★
y/n(she/her) stops Draco in the battle of Hogwarts
one day at a time †★
y/n(she/her) losses her mom in the battle of Hogwarts and Draco is there to help her get through the grief
wildflowers ★
i could stay here forever ★
you and Draco have been sneaking off to the library to study together, but it always ends up with him pulling you close between the dusty bookshelves, stealing kisses and making you giggle as he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear.
you have no idea how much you mean to me ★
Draco loves taking you on secret walks around the Hogwarts grounds after curfew. Under the soft glow of the moon, he wraps his arms around you, his cold demeanor melting away as he admits how much you mean to him.
but you had fun, didn't you ★
it’s winter at Hogwarts, and you’ve convinced Draco to join in a snowball fight.
well, that didn't go as planned ★
during potions class, Draco helps you brew a tricky potion, but it ends in a harmless explosion. Covered in glittering mist, he laughs for the first time in front of everyone, holding your hand under the table and whispering that it was worth it just to see you smile.
shall we? ★
Draco asks y/n(she/her) to the Yule Ball
dating Draco Malfoy headcanons ★
worth it ★
Draco is a prefect and finds you out at night
i can’t believe it ★
you tell Draco that your pregnant and you, bith, break the news to the Malfoys
kissing Draco Malfoy headcanons ★
happy valentine’s day ★
i’m beginning to feel like a rap god… ★
draco with a girlfriend who loves Eminem
see? i told you they’d love you ★
y/n(she/her) a holiday at malfoy manor and Draco's family loves her (especially lucius)
Harry Potter (harry potter)
september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts
bittersweet goodbye ‡
y/n (she/her) is the only friend Harry Potter had while living with the Dursleys and now they have to say goodbye because Harry is going to Hogwarts.
first snowfall ★
it's the first snow of the year at Hogwarts
Fred Weasley (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too
september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts
you promised, remember? †
y/n (she/her) finds Fred after the battle of Hogwarts
ridiculously in love ★
together at last ★‡
Yn had died years before Fred was even born, she died during her 7th year. So when Fred first sees her he fell in love.
second chances ★‡
after Fred’s near-death experience in the Battle of Hogwarts, y/n(she/her) struggles with the fear of losing him again
too far ★
Fred has always been the king of pranks, but one day he goes a bit too far, and he Fred spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to you with adorable gestures until you can’t help but forgive him.
the kissing booth ★
a bit down ★
after a tough day, Fred surprises you with your favorite sweets from Honeydukes and a cuddle session
you’re completely mad, you know that? ★
y/n(she/her) loves thunderstorms and the rain and always wants to go dance in the rain with Fred, but Fred is terrified of them
it’s okay to be happy, even after everything | p2 | p3 ★‡
i like you, and it scares the hell out of me | p2 ★
all of Fred's life he's hated Slytherins and has always said he would never befriend one much less date one, but reader appears and he starts falling for her while denying it and is maybe a bit of an a**hole to reader because he just doesn't believe he could ever like you, but realizes that reader isn't horrible and that not all Slytherins are monsters, and once they're together everyone teases him about how he would say he would never date a Slytherin but now reader is basically the love of his life
Cedric Diggory (harry potter)
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first kiss ★
please wake up †‡
y/n(she/her) finds out Cedric died during the Triwizard tournament
Sirius Black (harry potter)
finding home | p2 ★‡ (platonic)
y/n(she/her) finds out that Sirius Black is her father but he didn't know that, and her mom found out after he was inprisoned, but then she was killed by Voldemort when y/n was a baby and was placed in an orphanage for wizards and witches. and he found out after the battle of Hogwarts (in which he survived) and came to find you and tell you and take you in...
Harry Potter boys headcanons (harry potter)
how the hp boys would react when they find out you have a crush on them ★
the hp boys help you calm down †
the hp boys find y/n (she/her) crying/hipper ventilating
Newt Scamander (fantastic beasts/hpu)
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to me, you’re… everything ★
Newt showing his love to y/n(she/her)
good morning, love ★
waking up with Newt
Stiles Stilinski (teen wolf)
dance in the living room ★
Stiles starts dancing in the living room with y/n (she/her)
Tony Stark (mcu)
see? not so scary, right? ★
y/n(she/her) and Tony share their first kiss
too late †‡
Tony confesses his love for y/n(she/her), but it's too late
panic attack ★
Tony finds y/n(she/her) having a panic attack
if only... ★‡
y/n(she/her) gets injured and Tony helps her, and y/n confesses her feelings for him but she's too young
princess treatment ★
tom!Peter Parker (mcu)
i'll always be here for you ★
y/n(she/her) has a panic attack because she was attacked by a villan, but spider-man saved her and brought her home and after spider man left, peter arrived like 2 minutes later and comforted her
cute ★
Peter tries to ask y/n(she/her) out but he gets all flustered and shy and stumbles in words a lot but she thinks it's cute
i’ve never... kissed anyone before ★
both y/n(she/her) and Peter are really shy and awkward and they have their first kiss
Percy Jackson (percy jackson and the olympians) +check the other masterlist too
mornin ★
waking up in the morning, Percy is still half-asleep, his arm draped lazily over your waist
forehead kisses ★
Percy has a habit of giving you quick, gentle forehead kisses whenever he passes by you
i’m always going to protect you, no matter what ★
during a quest, Percy instinctively steps in front of you when danger arises, his protective nature shining through
i… i hate thunderstorms ★
y/n(she/her) is afraid of thunderstorms. Percy holds her close, whispering that he’ll keep her safe no matter what
even heroes need someone to stand up for them ★
y/n(she/her) gets protective when another camper tries to pick a fight with Percy, stepping in to defend him, much to his amusement
Timotheé Chalamet +check the other masterlist too
cut ★
y/n(she/her) and Timothée work on a movie together and they have to film a kiss scene
let them know ★
y/n(she/her) and Timothée's seceret relationship is outed by a paparazzo
under the weather ★
Timmy takes care of y/n(she/her) on her period
sleep well ★
y/n(she/her) takes care of Timmy after a long day
book nook ★
Timothée created a cozy reading nook just for you. Filled with fairy lights, plush cushions, and your favorite books, he surprised you with it one evening, encouraging you to pick a book while he read aloud, making the evening warm and intimate
please… don’t give up on us †‡
Timothée watched as everything he once cherished slowly crumbled around him. He saw the hurt in your eyes and knew he was the cause, but the more he tried to mend the pieces, the more it felt like everything was slipping through his fingers
Finn Wolfhard
i’m lucky to have you ★
y/n(she/her) is on the chubby side and Finn loves that about her and he wants to touch her and hold her and if at any point she is embarrassed or feels insecure about what she looks like he always reassures her and shows her how much he loves her
Tom Holland
just… a habit †★
Tom finds out that y/n(she/her) s.h. during a interview
you’re my favorite person, after all ★
you’re sitting in your favorite coffee shop, absorbed in a book, when Tom sneaks up behind you and places a cup of your favorite coffee on the table
lights, camera, love ★
y/n(she/her) and Tom go to a red carpet event together for the first time
i’ve got you ★
Tom taking care of y/n(she/her) whilst she's sick
why so shy? ★
y/n(she/her) gets shy and flustered around Tom, and he absolutely loves it
Walker Scobell +check the other masterlist too
you’re such a goof ★
y/n(she/her) and Walker share a cute momet in the park
pet names ★
Walker can't stop giving y/n(she/her) different pet names
breathe ★
Walker helps y/n(she/her) through an anxiety/panic attack
oblivious ★
y/n(she/her) has a huge crush on Walker and gives his very obvious hints but he is very oblivious
off-camera ★
y/n(she/her) and Walker have their first kiss (off camera)
i just… i like it ★
y/n(she/her) can't help but play with Walker's hair
i love you, you know that? ★
Walker loves kissing you in between takes
i’m fine ★†‡
y/n(she/her) is crying on the beach at night and Walker, Aryan, Leah, Dior and Charlie find and comfort her
you’re the best hugger i’ve ever met ★
y/n(she/her) finally meets Walker and he is, in fact, the best hugger ever
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Y/N: I didn't know you speak french.
Natasha: [speaks french]
Y/N: Oh you are so sexy.
Peter: Can you help me. I want to impress someone.
Natasha: sure [speaks french]
Y/N: Seriously, stop it. Or I might jump on you.
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literally me when when I'm reading a x reader fic but the reader already has a name(THAT IS NOT MY NAME)
Like,it's not a x reader fic anymore
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i don’t want him if he’s not facing gay allegations.
**bonus points if he’s in a top mlm ship
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Quick PSA:
If you can’t stand to read/ write anything without smut you have a fucking porn addiction and need to get away from me and the internet.
The sheer amount of sexulization of men on this app is sickening. Go look at almost any x reader tag on here and I will almost guarantee you 90% of it is smut. (Especially Bucky)
Get help.
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𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 The Marvel cast x Org teen femreader!
Part 1: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
Summary: ❝Rhiannon Hart's life as she used to know it was about to change. She was a young actress in progress from a small town in Minnesota playing small roles from a very young age, After months of her latest project, Rhiannon thought she would continue with her daily routine, concentrating on her studies and resting. Until her representative gets her an audition with Marvel Studios, for a new character. After her audition, Rhiannon didn't believe she could be selected to play the new character, until Kevin Faige contacts her to give her the good news...❞
Part 1 of a series. Words: 1.661 Warnings: Angs, fluffy, silly things. Bad parents. A lovely and supporting grandma. She is just a girl wanting to be something in her life. This fics is was created for fun, nothing serious, also this fics is set in 2015, before the filming of Captain America: Civil War.
Autor's note: Hi! English is not my first language, and I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, you may find translation errors since I have little knowledge of English and mostly use Google Translate. I was also planning to move the fanfic to A03, but maybe I'll do it later. It's a little short ,but i'm gonna try to do the next chapter a little longer.
Hope you like it!
Rihannon knew the process of every audition she had ever had in her life, each audition had led her to have a small role as an extra character who only appeared for a few minutes, or a secondary character who only appeared for a short period of time in several series or films, whether they are films on the small screen or recognized TV series.
But no audition compared to the one she was going to have right now.
It's not every day that your agent gets you an audition to play a new character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Not much was known about the new character, apart from confirming that it was going to be a female character, the mysterious announcement about the casting for that new character had been announced the same day that Marvel confirmed that they had opened casting for a new Spider-Man interpreter, and that excited all the fans including rhiannon.
It had been confirmed that the new mysterious character and Spider-Man would have to be close to adolescence and that they would be something like a duo, a friendship that would form unexpectedly and not at all romantic, just platonic.
And that drove the fans crazy, forming theories about whether he was Black Cat or some villain or antihero from the Spider-Man universe.
But many fans corrected them by saying that the mysterious character could be a friend of Spider-Man and Peter Parker, based on what Marvel Studios announced.
Everyone had their suspicions and theories, and yet weeks after its announcement, Marvel still did not reveal anything.
Wiping the sweat from her hands on her flannel shirt, Rihannon stood in front of the door of the large building in front of her, her head unable to question herself and create scenarios of what could go wrong at her audition.
She loved his job, she loved the world of art and acting, but she never imagined auditioning for one of the largest film companies in the world. There was a second when she thought about leaving and not attending the audition.
But she couldn't.
Not after how hard her representative fought to get her an audition, knowing how much Rihannon loved the Marvel universe and her dream of being part of the Marvel family one day.
She couldn't disappoint her representative, neither her grandmother, and much less herself, she had worked very hard to get to where she was, it would just be one more audition, just like the other auditions she had had in the past.
Right?
Ignoring the small mess of nerves building up in her stomach, she took courage and opened the door to enter the large building, she stopped for a second to admire her surroundings, noticing the walls decorated with giant paintings from Marvel movies, several statues of the more iconic characters, she continued admiring until her bluish eyes found the silhouette of a woman sitting behind a desk.
Knowing that it was the receptionist, she grabbed the strap of her backpack and walked quickly towards the woman, feeling her nerves eating away at her for a moment.
Upon being in front of her, the receptionist, sensing a presence, looked away from her computer screen, and looked curiously at the young woman with blonde, curly hair, almost impressed by the deep blue color of her eyes, noticing her shy aura smiled kindly at the young teenager, rihannon returned the smile shyly.
━━Hello sweetie, how can I help you?━━She asked softly, Rihannon opened her mouth and closed it instantly when she felt nervous.
━━I-I, uh… I came for an audition, with Mr. and Mrs. Russo. My name is Rihannon Hart━━She spoke quickly, feeling her cheeks heat at her stutter. But that didn't seem to bother the woman, who just smiled sweetly and nodded.
━━Of course, you're on time. If you allow me, I'll make a call to notify the auditioners━━━At her words, the girl quickly nodded, letting the brown-haired woman do her job.
She stepped back from the desk a little while watching the receptionist pick up the phone and dial a number.
━━Hello, sir? Miss Rihannon Hart has arrived for her audition, should I tell her to wait in the room or…? Great, I'll tell her. See you later sir━━When she hung up, the receptionist smiled at her as she got up from her seat━━Mr. Russo said that you can come and audition now. I'll guide her to the audition room━━She speaks, Rihannon nodded following the woman from behind.
On her short walk to the elevator, Rihannon began to play with the rings that surrounded her fingers in an attempt to distract her nerves. On the one hand she was nervous at the idea of giving a bad impression to the directors and on the other hand she was relieved to Having memorized the entire dialogue of her script, she had been day and night reviewing each word and practicing her lines with her grandmother that she was sure she would do well.
Well, her grandmother and representative were in charge of letting her know that she would do it well.
She was so deep in thought that if it weren't for the kind woman at the reception, she wouldn't realize that they had already reached the door of the audition room.
As soon as she opened the door, Rihannon followed her, from her place she could see the Russo brothers and Kevin Faige himself talking to each other, and she felt the tingling in her stomach reappear.
━━━Gentlemen, Miss Hart has arrived for her audition━━━The receptionist's voice caught the attention of the three men, as Rihannon saw them approach, a small smile formed on her lips.
━━Hello, a pleasure to meet you━━She said with a small smile and stretched out his hand towards them.
Both directors and the executive director smiled instantly, from her place Rihannon could see a small shine in the eyes of the three men in front of them, she avoided furrowing her eyebrows at the emotion in their eyes.
Anthony Russo was the first to shake his hand with hers, sporting a smiling smile.
━━━The pleasure is ours, miss hart. Your agent has told us a lot about you━━He commented almost excitedly when he had her in front of them, Joe and Kevin Feige nodded at his words.
━━I hope for good things━━She spoke in an attempt to joke, which made the three men laugh. Kevin Faige nodded without removing his smile.
“I promise you it was, Miss Hart,” he assured, earning a genuine smile from the girl.
━━Is it okay if we start with the audition? You can take a few minutes if you want━━Rihannon quickly denied before speaking.
━━No, I think I'm fine. But you can call me rihannon, of course if you don't mind━━She said.
━━Of course. I guess, Rihannon, you've already read the script━━Seeing her nod, Anthony Russo smiled with his brother━━Great, we'll guide you to where the test will be done.━━Obeying the directors, Rihannon said goodbye to the receptionist and smiled at the Seeing her murmurs a soft "good luck" with her two thumbs up.
━━So miss hart, your agent, alice. You told us about your latest work in Teen Wolf, right?━━In response to Feige's question, Rihannon smiled and nodded, remembering with adoration her participation in her favorite series.
━━Yes, my participation was short, but I enjoyed the experience━━She responded softly with a smile. Feige and the brothers looked at each other and smiled.
━━One of my daughters loves that series, and I must admit that they adore her character in the series━━Joe commented, making a small shine appear in the young actress's blue eyes.
━━Really? I'm glad that your daughter liked it━━A smile took over her when she knew that one of the director's daughters liked her performance in the series
She did not often hear adulation about her participation in Teen Wolf, given that her character only appeared for three episodes and then did not appear again. She had played a girl who was the daughter of a retired werewolf hunter, who saved Derek Hale of an enemy shooting him with a shotgun and joining the pack for a short time, her colleagues and director of the series had congratulated her for her work, and her skills in the few stunts she had performed at the time.
Her grandmother was the most excited to see her granddaughter in the series, as was her friend Lucy, but no one other than the two of them congratulated her except for a few classmates from her school.
Upon arriving at the testing area, Rihannon allowed herself to admire the place, observing in detail the black walls, the lights that hung from the ceiling and the lamps that surrounded the small recording set, in front of the set there was a camera and three seats , in which she assumed the brothers russo and kevin feige would be sitting.
Seeing the young woman admiring the set, the CEO approached her.
━━You can leave your backpack there, if you want. We'll start in a few minutes━━He pointed to one of the empty chairs not far from where they were, with a small nod, Rihannon thanked him with a small smile and walked away to rest his backpack on the chair.
After a few minutes, Rihannon was in front of the camera - still off - while the makeup artist finished her work before she could perform her audition.
━━Forgive me for saying this, but you look like a badass Barbie━━At the comment of the makeup artist, named Ruth, Rihannon let out a small laugh as she felt the corner of her lips rise upward.
━━Thank you?━━She dubiously acknowledged his compliment with a small smile on her face. When she finished, Ruth said goodbye to her with a small smile and wished her good luck.
━━Are you ready, Rihannon?━━Listening to one of the Russo brothers, Rihannon took a deep breath and then nodded.━━Great, the camera is already on and will start recording in 3…2…1━ ━━Seeing the red light of the camera, the teenager looked forward, feeling her facial expression become serious.
The first dialogue was heard through the voice of Kevin Faige.
And that dialogue would only be the beginning of everything.
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"You know what I want right now?" Peter whispered in Y/N's ear from behind. "We wanna bend you over a desk or chair, and fuck you like the slut you are."
Y/N jumped at Peter's words in surprise as he turned around to find his boyfriend smiling at him. What was with him? He was acting like a completely different person. Dressing different. Talking different. Eating different. It didn't make any sense.
"Okay, what is your problem? You go from my shy and awkward sweater loving boyfriend to a guy who wears leather jackets and smokes. You grabbed my ass in front of the Avengers. What's with you, Peter?"
"Oh, we aren't just Peter Parker anymore. We are something more. Something better." Peter's voice got deeper, and it sounded like two people talking at once. Y/N watched in horror as black ooze appeared on Peter's body until he was covered in a black suit.
"We are Venom!"
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Then There Was You- Chapter Eight
Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader
Summary: Y/n is a screenwriter for her first movie called Hurts so Bad where she meets Tom Holland who plays the male lead, William. The cast tries their best to push the two together. Will they be successful or will the two do the getting together on their own?
Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.
Word Count: 1.4K+
Author's Note: Hiiiiiii guysssss. I hope you aren't too mad that I basically disappeared for idk how many months. But alas a chapter! Life caught up to me yall. I'm soooo sorry. But I'm going to try to make more time.
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Chapter 8:
Two weeks had passed since the incident and luckily the situation had blown over within the week. The two had continued to stay inside for their movie nights and hangouts. Lori left the last Friday and was truly a sad day for the girls. There were hugs and whispers of promising that they would see each other soon. Lori and Y/n did their handshaking before leaving each other. There were tears on her face and Tom with Supernatural and food for the rest of the weekend. Tom’s brothers and best friend were coming onto set today after coming into town yesterday. Y/n was nervous to meet the group and wanted to make a good impression. Though she was not dating Tom, she was Tom’s other best friend, they had gotten close fairly quickly and she didn’t want to lose their friendship because his family didn’t like her. Harrison was also going to stay on set to get back to the job of being his personal assistant. He was gone because he was finishing up a promo for a movie that he would be premiering in. She dressed better than usual today but also like she wasn’t trying too hard and it was the perfect excuse to wear her new Nike dunks that she’d been waiting weeks for. She was known around the set for having one of the best styles and was even getting recognized by celebrity bloggers. So, she was never worried about that.
Tom and Ryan were currently in the middle of a scene and they were finally at the midpoint of the movie. It was very bittersweet because Y/n loved working with everyone on set and she didn’t want to leave them. She promised herself that for the next movie, she’d be working on that she’d try to get the same crew because they were all such a joy to work with. Y/n was knocked out of her thoughts when she saw Tom’s eyes start to not focus on the scene in front of him but instead on something or someones behind Ryan. Y/n followed Tom’s gaze when he began laughing. There were three boys two that looked identical to Tom and one who was slightly taller than the other two boys. One held a sign saying, ‘Would you like a juice box? We don’t want you to get cranky :(” and the other two holding two six packs of juice boxes in the air waving. Anxiety rose when she recognized them. Man, she hoped they liked her. Ryan C. had cut the scene by the time the three walked on set. He had just gotten done introducing him to Michael and Ryan, so the group was laughing when Tom caught Y/n’s eye. He smiled and waved her over. She got up from her seat and adjusted her jacket before walking over. She tried to put confidence on her face when she saw the group looking at her. “You must be Y/n the girl this Div can’t stop talking about-” Tom quickly interjects stopping Harry from talking. “I do not talk about her that much,” Everyone laughs slightly as Y/n’s face warms and Tom’s ears burn a bright red. “Anyway, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, It’s wonderful to meet you in person. And Tom was right you’re even more beautiful in person. If you ever get tired of waiting on this one to make a move, I’ll gladly ta-” Tom puts his hand quickly over his brother’s mouth as everyone laughs. Y/n ignored the warmth rising on her neck. “So Y/n don’t we have to leave in a bit so we can go out for lunch,” She nods, “Yup, we're going to my second favorite restaurant in ATL and your brother can take me to my first,” The group laughs at her comment as an assistant comes over to let them know that their car was there.
When they finally made it to the restaurant and were seated, Y/n heard a familiar voice introducing themselves. “Parker! It’s so good to see you! I haven’t seen you since the last time I was here. How’s Liam and Avery,” A quick hug was shared between the two as Parker told Y/n about their kids. “You know those two little rascals, they’re still getting all A’s though so I’m proud of them. Avery still wants to be just like you when she grows up.” Y/n nods laughing. Everyone’s eyes are focused on the two speaking when Y/n notices their silence. “Sorry, guys lemme introduce you to one of my favorite people at Toast, Parker! They’ve been here since I’ve been coming here when I was working on my screenplay. They were even some inspiration for Tom’s character.” Everyone waves as Y/n finally sit down. “Well enough of my chattin’. Y/n I’m guessing you want your usual,” Y/n nods quickly. “What about everyone else?” Everyone tells Parker their order. “I’ll let Chef know that you’re out here as well. He was literally just talkin’ about how much he missed you.” Everyone thanks Parker as they begin to leave. “Y/n, when Tom said you pick the best restaurants, he wasn’t lying,” Harrison told her. “Yeah, as much as I like to say I don’t love food. I love food. I’ve been actually talking to some people about having a show reviewing restaurants around the country after the film,” Tom grabbed her hand that was laying on the table and squeezed it. “ Darling, you didn’t tell me anything about this,” Everyone nods (except for the twins and Harrison) in agreement. “Sorry, y’all I promise I was only going to tell you guys when things were becoming a bit final. I didn’t want to tell you all before and get your hopes up if it fell through. I didn’t even think that people would even want to listen to what I had to say let alone a whole show about it,” she said solemnly. “Y/n, love, anyone would love to hear what you have to say. Especially something you’re clearly so passionate about. It lights up your eyes whenever you talk about a restaurant you want to try.” Ryan and Micheal looked at each at the mention of Y/n’s name surprised to hear him say it. It meant, clearly, he was serious. “Y/n, I know we’ve just met but when you were explaining why you love this restaurant and food on the way over, I could taste every meal you talked about. You clearly have a knack for it, don’t ever worry about that. I’m excited for you and I’m watching every episode whenever it comes out.” Sam said sincerely. The table agreed as their plates were played out in front of them by Parker. “Thank you guys,” Y/n said after thanking Parker. She had a huge smile on her face at the comments they made feeling wayyy more confident about her show than before. She didn’t notice how Tom was looking at her, however. Like she hung the stars. Harrison had to kick him slightly under the table because he was staring too long. Y/n turned slightly asking if he was okay as Tom grunted. He said a quick yes. Y/n just barely missed Harrison whispering in Tom’s ear and his face turning beet red. She brushed it off as him doing something embarrassing that only Harrison saw.
After 40 minutes of drinking, talking, and clearing plates, the Chef came out to greet them as they were paying the bill. “I hope you all enjoyed the food. Thank you all for coming and Jellybean thank you for bringing everyone here.” He said to Y/n as they hugged. “Anytime Uncle Virgil. I’ll probably be back here sometime this weekend. Gotta do some writing,” she said with a wink. She went back to Tom’s side as he put his arm around her shoulder. Virgil smiled as he watched. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend with you. I would’ve called your aunt over too. Your Pops didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, I outta-” Y/n quickly interrupted, “Tom’s not my boyfriend Unc. We’re just friends I promise.” Virgil looked over at Ryan for confirmation asking her with his eyes why they weren't together when they clearly liked each other. She shrugged her shoulders. He looked back at Y/n. “Good because even though your father is my best friend, I will beat him up at any time.” The group laughed and the awkwardness quickly washed away. “Well, I’ll see you around kiddo, be safe out there, and good luck with that movie of yours. I love you!” The group waved goodbye and went into the car. They let Kill Bill play through the car before Tom finally spoke up. “Jellybean huh?”
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Love n' Locs | {P.P.}
Pairings: MCU!Peter Parker x Black!Female!Reader
Summary: Peter, your love, helps you with your hair. (Takes place after nwh)
Word Count: 4.4k words
Content Warnings: Minors DNI Smut (female receiving), shower sex, multiple orgasms, swearing, May's death is mentioned briefly but nothing graphic, tooth-rotting fluff that made me cry while writing it
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A/N: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!! I PROMISE TO BE AS INSUFFERABLE AS POSSIBLE!!! (and also to not write angsty black!reader fics during this time because we have suffered enough. Only Joy <3 )
You had the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. He was so lovely and entirely devoted. He brought you flowers. He knew your favourite foods. He gave you hoodies and kisses when you were down. He held you close and listened intently. He encouraged you to chase your dreams and held your hand when you got scared.
You had never known love like this before. The kind that steals your breath every day. But that was just who Peter was. You would never get enough of him- but what was even more amazing, you know he feels the same.
He was a white boy, and you loved to tease him about his previous love interests. He always got a rosy blush when you called him a “snow bunny,” but he never got offended, recognising that you were only joking. He would sometimes call you his “melanated queen,” but only when making fun of people who did so sincerely.
He was refreshing in that sense. You had been around more than enough “woke” people who weirdly worshipped your blackness, but not Peter. He celebrated it; he celebrated you.
Race wasn’t something that came up often between you. He would listen to your frustrations as they arose, but he never commented on the fact that you were black.
He never fetishized or tip-toed around you. Peter was a genuine ally, never feeling like he had to make a show of how much he believed your life mattered. He just supported and only acted when you asked him to. He may have a hero complex, but he didn’t suffer from the white saviour complex, and for that, you were grateful.
You woke up this morning feeling almost overwhelmed by that gratitude. Peter was asleep, his curls strewn about the pillow. You had convinced him to grow them out. You promised to play around all day with his hair, finding the right products and creams to use. He agreed because he loves it when you play with his hair.
His lips were slightly parted, plush and pink. A smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose glows in the early morning sun. They were very subtle, almost imperceptible unless you got the opportunity to track them down, inches from his face. You were happy to say you got that opportunity often.
Basked in light and in your arms is where he belonged. Not on the streets, fighting crime. He deserved to rest. He was exhausted last night. His eyes were half closed as he clambered out of his suit, tripping on the feet. He only agreed to a shower when you offered to join. You would have joined regardless, but there was no way in hell this man was climbing in your sheets covered in soot.
“I can feel you staring.” A small smirk pulled at his lips though his eyes remained closed.
You didn’t respond with words, instead deciding to pepper his sweet face with kisses. You felt his smile grow as you went, until it fell into a full-on laugh.
You swear his laughter had a direct line to your heart, the sound filled you, and your heart swelled to adjust. His hands found purchase on your hips and rolled you over until he was on his back and slotted between your thighs. His favourite place to be.
“You’re just so nice to look at, so handsome,” You tease.
You continue in your ministrations, your lips painting a path from his jaw to his cheek, his eyelids and his brows, up his forehead and down the bridge of his nose. All while cradling his face. Holding him like he was your most precious possession. Something deserving of the Louvre or the Tate. You poured out your love, letting it seep into his soft, golden skin.
While Peter was a giver, he struggled to receive. You took any opportunity to remind him how much you loved him, how much you appreciated him. You felt his deft fingers worm their way under your sleepshirt, where they fronted an attack.
“Pete!-”
You collapsed against his chest as your body racked with giggles. He flipped you around again, and you could do nothing as he continued to tickle you.
“Pe-Pete, no!”
His hands stilled but held you firmly. You slowed your breathing and finally opened your eyes. They were met with glowing stars, burning bright and filled with adoration. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, feeling flustered by his unabashed gaze.
He only chuckles as he pulls you up to sit in his lap. His hands move to your back, painting soothing circles across your skin. You melt into the touch. You get hit with another wave of love, feeling it pulse against your ribcage. You begin leaving kisses across his neck, trailing across his collarbones. Peter takes the time to work his hands up your sides, massaging the muscle as he goes. You truly are putty in this man’s hands.
You find yourself on the other side of his neck, releasing a sweet sigh as his hands worked over your shoulders. His hands move to your neck, focusing on any knot he finds until they’re all gone.
You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer and encouraging him to keep going. He removes your bonnet, setting it to the side, and massages your scalp. This was heaven. You moan at the feeling, and Peter chuckles.
“I really should be doing this for you.” Your words are muffled and slurred, but you know Peter hears them.
“Eh,” He shrugs, “it’s black history month.”
You both fall into a fit of laughter. Eventually, his hands disappear from your scalp, reappearing under your chin. You let it guild you, bringing you face-to-face with him. His smile is lazy and warm.
“Do I get any real kisses this morning?” You tilt your head to the side and pretend to ponder it.
You let out a dramatic sigh, though, with your wide smile- you fool no one. “I guess you’ve earned it.”
Kissing Peter was one of your favourite pastimes. In a perfect world, your lips would only feel his skin. Always attached in some way. But these kisses were your favourite. The kind where your smiles get in the way. The slow and steady kind, where there’s all the passion but none of the rush. You simply get to be, enjoy, and love. His are soft and sure.
You feel safe here in his hands, treasured. Your arms rest lazily around his neck, your nails tracing shapes on his back. Peter tilts his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue swipes at your lips, and you don’t hesitate to part them. It dances with yours and makes you dizzy. You get lost in it for a moment before you pull away. Peter whines, and you can’t help but laugh at his little pout.
“Sorry, bub, I got a full day ahead of me, and I need to get started.” He squeezes your waist, and you jump as your nerves alight, sending those familiar giggles to your brain.
“But it’s your day off,” he says through his frown. “And mine…we get the whole day together.”
You lay a quick kiss on his jutted lip, “Yeah, but it’s wash day. And I wanna braid it out. That’s gonna take all day.”
Peter hangs his head in defeat for a moment before it shoots back up. He beams, sitting up straighter as he presents his idea. “I could help.”
Scepticism falls on your brow, “You wanna help…?”
He looks at you as if you’ve issued a challenge. “What? You don’t think I can?”
You laugh as you link your hands behind his neck. “I think you can; I just don’t think you understand the commitment you’re making. It takes me upwards of nine hours to do my hair.”
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your chest. Your hands run through his hair as he gazes up at you like you hung every star in the night sky. “Well, I’ll be here, and you’ll be here, so I might as well help.”
You couldn’t argue with that logic.
“Peter, when you said you’d help, I didn’t think you meant like this.”
You were currently in the shower with your boyfriend pressed against you. His hands trailed up and down your stomach as he pressed sweet kisses down your neck. You felt his lips tug at the side, a smirk you knew well.
“Don’t worry about me. You can wash your hair, just pretend I’m not even here.” His lips find the spot that makes you shudder. He holds you closer, knowing your legs weaken when he does that.
“That’s not fair; you’re very distracting,” you retort as your hand reaches up to tangle in his hair.
Pete’s hands find your hips and give them a firm squeeze. He knew you loved it when he showed off how strong he was. He was playing you like a fiddle, but you couldn’t bother to be mad.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Peter knew the answer. He caught the way your pulse quickened when he suggested you shower together. He heard your breath hitch when he took off his pants. He could smell you even as he lathered you with soap. You just liked to tease; you liked to act tough. But your bravado quickly crumbled for him. And he loved that. That your gentleness, your piety, was only for him.
“No”
It left your mouth in a puff of air. So soft and sweet, whispered with the water. Peter wasted no time dipping a hand into your slit. His finger probed around, collecting your slick and teasing you further. His foot found yours and kicked it, spreading you apart farther. You moaned softly as he licked up the collum of your throat.
“All this for me?” He rubbed small circles on your clit, a small taste of what he could do, and you both knew it.
“It’s just the shower.” His other hand reached up, gripping you by the jaw and twisting your face towards him.
“I don’t think it is”
He picked up the pace and swallowed your moans. His pillowy soft lips devour you hungrily, and you can feel his hard-on in the crest of your ass. He rips away from your lips, and his hand goes to your boobs, pinching and pulling on your nipples. He enters you with one of his thick digits. He shows no mercy as he thrusts it into you, finding your g-spot in a matter of seconds. Peter knew your body well and loved reminding you of that.
He adds another finger, and your body involuntarily jerks, chasing Peter in all directions. He hisses as you grind against him. Your toes are curling, and the steam makes it hard to catch your breath. All too soon, he removes himself. You whine as your high is stolen from you.
He waits until your eyes are on him before he brings his fingers to his mouth. He hallows his cheeks around them before pulling them out with a soft pop and a moan. You watch with wide eyes as he runs his tongue across them, collecting every drop of your essence.
“You taste so good, baby.”
He presses his praise into your skin- down your neck and across your shoulders. He continues down a path, following the curve of your spine. He takes quite the bite out of your ass, causing you to yelp, before continuing to nibble on your thighs.
Your hand tries to grip the wall and provide you with balance, just his gentle touches making you shake with anticipation. He notices this and throws your legs over his shoulders, your back pressed gently against the cold tile.
“You okay, baby?” You try to slow your breathing, nails scraping against his scalp, the wet curls wrapping around your fingers.
“Yeah, I'm good.” Peter loved communication; it was important to him. Though often, he would steal your ability to string anything coherent together.
“Good, 'cause I haven’t had breakfast, and I’m hungry." He sent you a wink before disappearing between your thighs.
You let out a cry as he suckles your clit. His grip on your thighs is bruising as he spreads them farther apart, whipping his head furiously between them. You’re seeing stars.
This is a stark difference from the sweet kisses you shared this morning. This was need, hunger, a carnal desire. He was chasing your high as much as you were. He moved his tongue inside you, the pink muscle scraping against your walls. You ground your hips down, and you both moaned.
You, because your clit bumped his nose, a jolt through your nerves that brought you closer and closer to your peak. And Peter, because he loves when you get off to him like this. He loves that he gets to see you like this, on the brink of desperation and lost in desire. He loves that he can make you this way. That he’s the only one who can.
Eating you out is Peter’s favourite pastime. In a perfect world, he would spend every moment between your thighs, drinking from the fountain of you, never satiated.
He grinds his face into you, loving how you flutter around his tongue. He loved every way your body told him you loved this. It was like picking up a new language. He knew the meaning of every twitch, sound, and pulse. He was fluent in you.
He felt the way your thighs were shaking and knew you were right there, you just needed a little push, and he was happy to provide. He cages your leg against his shoulder as he reaches around and presses firmly against your clit.
“Fuck! Pete!”
You cry his name, and he thinks it’s his favourite sound. It spurs him on further. He only wants you to respond like that. He moves his thumb, spelling his name as if your brain would subconsciously pick up on it, and you would say it again. He’s fucking you with his mouth and marking you as his.
Your orgasm crashes through you, a broken moan ripping from your chest, completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Peter continues to fuck you through it, drawing it out for as long as he can. Wanting everything you had to give him. He really was hungry.
Your body convulses, your grip on his curls strong as you try to pull him away. This doesn’t dissuade Peter by any means. He knows you can cum again; he needs you to cum again.
Your pulling on his hair inadvertently brings him closer, and he revels in it. His mouth trades places with his fingers, giving your clit a small break from his brutal beating.
However, you don’t recognise it as a “break”. Your sensitivity sends your brain into overdrive, or underdrive- you weren’t sure. All thoughts were half-baked, and your muscles were moving of their own accord. You were glad Peter was there to hold you because there was no way you would have been able to support yourself.
“Pe-Peter! I-unghhh”
Peter had to fight his grin, knowing that he rendered your brain useless, only able to think of him and your high. There was truly no more beautiful sight. Your jaw slacked, as a cacophony of lewd sounds fell from your open lips. Your brows furrowed as you chase your peak. Your unfocused eyes, half-lidded, looking down, searching for him. Your body quaking around him. He wished he could capture this moment on camera, encapsulate this moment forever.
You pushed your hips forward in a final thrust, taking his fingers deeper and his unholy tongue pressing harder against your sensitive bud. This time you scream, nearly collapsing over. Peter brings a hand to your throat, keeping you upright while he drinks from your fountain.
He gently removes his fingers from your core, and you whine slightly, bringing a spirited smile to his face. He wrapped your legs around his waist, admiring your completely blissed-out face. You were so beautiful. In any way, but especially this way.
You rested your head in the crook of his neck, not caring that you were panting on your auditorily sensitive, always-way-too-warm, boyfriend. To be fair, he didn’t care either. He would suffer through anything to hold you like this. And it was deserved. He did kinda render you useless.
He laid a kiss to your temple and you hummed, cuddling into him more. “Alright, coach me through the washing.”
He listened intently as you told him how much product to use and where to massage it in. He was careful to try and keep all the shampoo on your scalp, heeding your warnings of drying out your curls. He was so tender and sweet. He was much gentler with your hair than you ever were.
He peppered you with kisses as he coaxed you under the shower head. Despite your recovery and your ability to stand once again, Peter refused to let you down. Keeping you wrapped around him like a koala or sloth. You couldn’t say you minded all that much.
Peter was most excited to brush your hair. He had never really gotten to do that, as you only ever did it in the shower. He felt proud that you trusted him to do it now. It felt intimate, special.
Sometimes he would get to brush May’s hair. It was long and beautiful, and when he was younger, she would let him if he asked. He would have her sit on the floor as he stood tall, bending at the knees to accommodate his short little arms. He missed those moments with her. He missed her. But in you, he found new things to miss, and he was forever grateful for that.
He continues to run the comb through your hair, even when the knots were gone, because he loved how you melted into him. You were practically purring, and it felt nice to take care of you for a change.
He couldn’t count how many times you had patched him up, made him food because he had forgotten to eat, checked up on him, or helped him through an existential crisis. You were always there for him, his rock. He would be lost without you.
The water started to get cold, so you begrudgingly left, feeling a little betrayed by your water heater for ruining such a wonderful moment. Peter only set you down then, but ordered you to stay on the bathmat. You chuckled as you watched him run, butt-ass naked, through the hall. When he returned, he held a few towels and worn shirts in his hand. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his smile. It will always make your heart stutter.
“Arms up,” He directs and you follow.
He wraps a towel around you, and you can’t stop the satisfied sigh that leaves your mouth. It was warm and fluffy, almost enough to put you to sleep. Once he’s secured it around you, he gently moves your arms back to your sides and places a sacrosanct kiss on your lips. Your only complaint was that it was too short; your body naturally follows him as he pulls away.
He chuckles, “Steady sailor. We still got a lot of work to do. Can’t get distracted now.”
You lovingly swat at him, and he rewards you with a laugh, one that squishes his eyes and crinkles his nose. It takes everything in you not to kiss him silly. But it’s not your fault; he knows better than to look at you like that.
“I brought you these to choose from. I remember you telling me cotton is better for your hair. So, here’s three of my shirts to choose from, and whatever you don’t pick, we get to wear.”
You can’t help but beam at him. You felt absolutely spoiled. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve such royal treatment. Usually, this kind of behaviour was reserved for birthdays and other such occasions. Not a Thursday afternoon.
But you relished in it anyway, telling him which shirt you wanted to wear and which one you wanted to use. He kissed you on the nose as he passed them both to you.
You explain every step you take as you do them, even coaching Pete through some parts as you let him try it. Peter is amazed by all the products and smells. He’s a little embarrassed as he struggles through some steps; you work with such grace and ease. You explain that the steps are a little different because you’re styling your hair today, instead of enhancing your natural curls. Peter tries his best to commit everything to memory.
While you’re blowing out your hair, Peter leaves to make breakfast. You don’t really need his help for it, and honestly, the sound of the fan bouncing around the tiled walls was a bit too grating for him. As he whips up your favourite breakfast meal, he scrolls through google images, trying to get a better idea of what you were wanting to do.
He sees a lot of looks he thinks you would like, but one sticks out the most. He hadn’t really seen it before, but he thinks you would look absolutely stunning. He’s watching a tutorial when you enter the kitchen. He’s so engrossed in the video you startle him as you wrap your arms around him.
His spidey senses work differently around you, and that’s something he’s still figuring out. His best guess is it doesn’t warn him about you because there’s not a single bone in his body that sees you as a threat. You’re the only person since he was fourteen who could sneak up on him. You don’t often do it on purpose, either. And he thinks his body knows that too.
Usually, his “tingle” lays dormant unless there’s a general danger, but now it’s…evolved in a way. If he focuses, he can almost feel you. He can just think of you, and his body will tell him if you’re distressed and where you are. His instincts lead him like a compass- to you, his true north.
There have been more than a few times he rushed home to check on you just to see that you’ve dropped something or were watching a scary movie by yourself...again. He loved it, though. He had never felt so close to anyone before. He loved that there were no defences between you.
“Whatcha watchin'?”
Pete pauses the video before he turns in your arms.
“Have you heard of butterfly locs?” You grin, delightfully surprised.
"Yes, I have,” you say as you peck him on the nose. “Why?”
“Well, it’s your hair, and you can do whatever you want. And I’ll help no matter what you decide. But I think you would look absolutely gorgeous in them. And you can do fun colours or add funky charms. But also, I know you said you were planning on the box braids, and I’m unsure how easy it would be to switch up the plan like that.”
God, could you love this man anymore?
“It’s actually really easy. I still have to make a Sally’s run; I haven’t bought any hair yet. Do you wanna come with?” Peter nods his head fervently, and you can’t help but giggle at his excitement.
Pete is in awe of the selection here. He had no idea there were so many options. He excitedly asks questions, and you’re happy to answer all of them to the best of your understanding. He happily holds everything you pass him and even convince him to get some products for himself, like a hair mask and some mousse.
When you get home, Peter shows you the videos he watched and his strategy. He helps you section your hair and tries not to complain about the sticky gel too much. With his help, it doesn’t take nearly as long. You play around with the length and stylings, and once finished you’re very happy with it.
Peter was right; you look fine as hell. You check yourself out in the mirror and laugh when you catch Peter watching you from his seat on the bed through the reflection. He’s completely in his own world, his eyes ooze raw adulation, and you can’t help but feel a little flustered.
You walk over, slotting yourself between his legs. His hands come to rest on your hips, something he doesn’t even think to do. It’s just so natural. It’s where his hands belong.
“Do you like it?”
His expression never falters, as if he didn’t even hear you.
“Did you know that I am so in love with you? Like do you know? Because I am. So, so, very in love with you.”
You feel your cheeks warm, “Yes, I know.”
His dopey smile stretches, “I don’t think you do. But I’ll be sure to tell you until you’re sick of hearing it.”
Your heart is doing summersaults, “I don’t think that’s possible.”
He places a kiss to your sternum, “Well, I’ll do my very best.”
Suddenly you’re being pulled forward. You land directly on Pete, and if you weren’t aware of all his body was capable of, you might have worried about hurting him. Instead, you giggle at his antics and let him hold you tight.
Your new locs fall around his face, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so lucky. Here, hidden behind the curtain of your hair, it’s just you and him. You lay there for a while like that, just drinking the other in. It’s the perfect respite from all the chaos in the world. Your hearts beating together, your love flowing between you.
“I got you something,” Peter whispers.
There’s no need for anything louder in this proximity. “What?”
His hand leaves your waist, and you hear a familiar thwip, then the crinkling of a bag.
Peter opens his palm to you, and a small gasp leaves your lips. There rested a little charm; hung on a small ring. You picked it up and admired how it twinkled in the evening sun. A little spider, from your man. You sat up, looking in the mirror as you strung it through a loc.
“Petey, it’s perfect!”
“Not as perfect as you.”
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