usergarfields

[usergarfields]

reader runs into peter parker at central park and they keep him company bc he seems lonely. peter points out that reader has two milkshakes, one being the reader’s normal order while the other one is peter’s? and the reader says something like “i don’t even know why i bought it, it just felt… i don’t know. you can have it.” LMAO this is heavily inspired from that one scene out of legacies

okay sorry for being so late and i have not seen out of legacies but sksks hope you like it!! i also made it fall/winter theme because why not it’s the best season so!

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

warnings: angst. little fluff in the end tho 👍

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it wasn’t unusual for peter to sit in the park with a camera around his neck and his favourite book in his hands but it was a rare occasion after the spell. it had been what, a month? and peter was yet nowhere near getting back to you as he had promised. the trees were almost deprived of all their leaves and the wind was turning cold as peter flipped through the pages, not really noticing the words.

stupid romance novels. they were just hundreds of thousands of words compiled and nothing else. no feelings. the things that happened in these novels, stayed in these novels.

otherwise you’d still be with peter and he would still be with you.

it wasn’t unusual for peter to feel his eyes well up, sitting alone in the park with nothing to think, no one to call his own. not after the spell.

his cheeks were damp with tears when he noticed the crunching of the leaves, when he heard those familiar footsteps approaching. his head immediately snapped up to look in your direction.

you. were there. in the same park. as peter.

clearly coming from a coffee shop, he noticed two cups of coffee in your hands as you came to a stop three footsteps away from him. he hated the distance. now he understood what people meant when they talked about the good old days. if it was back then, he would have closed the distance between the two of you, held you in a tight embrace.

“hey.. you alright?” you asked, pointing to his tears. his face was devoid of expression, though he blinked twice and nodded towards you.

“i’m fine.” his lips pursed in what seemed like a smile which he was too scared to flash. and he was. if peter was being honest, he was afraid that you’d disappear into thin air if he let the joy surface.

“good.” you replied shortly, rocking back and forth between your heels and your toes, before you added, “i’m sorry if i disturbed you. i didn’t mean to but i felt that- well i don’t really know why, i just didn’t want you to be alone. it’s almost the jolly time of the year.” you chuckled softly.

peter remembered how excited you were every year about christmas, only for the desserts though.

he smiled at last, wiping his eyes gently with the hem of his sweater, “no, i’m better now.”

you smiled at him, “what were you reading?” it was unlike you to be so intrusive. you wondered why you were taking such interest in a random guy sitting by himself. for all you knew he could be a serial killer.

but he seemed too cute to be a serial killer.

“oh. it doesn’t matter, it’s stupid.” he replied, turning the book close so that you could read the title, “you taking those somewhere?” he pointed at the two cups in your hands.

you looked down as if to check what he’d meant by that, “these? no, they’re just for me.” you chuckled sheepishly.

“both of them? you must really love caffeine.” he chuckled softly, making your cheeks heat up further, even in the cold.

“i don’t actually know why i got two.” you admitted, “it seemed natural.”

peter looked curiously, “which one is yours?”

you pointed out the one in your left hand, “the mocha.”

“and the other one?”

“americano. um, i don’t really know why, i don’t really like strong-”

“i do.” peter interrupted, “it’s my usual order.”

your heart skipped a beat for some reason, and unbeknownst to you, peter’s did the same.

“you can have it.” you held it out for him and he immediately wrapped his fingers around it, knuckles brushing against yours as he did.

��thanks, (y/n).” he nodded, a shade of red covering his cheeks.

“of course, pete.” you smiled, watching as he took a sip from his coffee. a silence fell between the two of you and hated to break it but it was getting late, “i should probably go now.”

the brunette stood up from the bench, “right. i-i’ll see you around?” he asked nervously but to his relief, you nodded quickly.

“we can get another coffee.” both of you shared a smile.

peter watched you leave the park, packing up his own stuff to make his way back to the new apartment and the fact that you two never exchanged names never really crossed either of your minds.

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[usergarfields]

peter being a little shit just gives me life oh my god

the traffic sirens reminding me of tasm 2 lmao😭

pretty boy || p.p

summary: you unexpectedly run into peter’s ex while you’re out on a date.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: suggestive, swearing, uh exes (??), fluff, peter being adorable.

note: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 🏳️‍🌈 !!!!!!!!!! here’s bi!peter parker to brighten up your day <333

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this is me from the afterlife for i have combusted

cool for the summer

A/N : it's really hot and humid over here and I don't know what came over me but here we are. Enjoy this filth and let me know what you think.

Summary : one broken ac, two neighbors with pent up sexual tension. What more could happen?

Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, ice play, spitting, multiple orgasms.

It was the middle of summer, Peter didn’t feel like doing anything except lazing around on his couch in this sweltering heat the whole day. Just then there’s a knock on his door as he frowns wondering who it might be in the middle of the day. He opens his apartment door to find you, his pretty next door neighbor. 

“Hey Peter.” you smiled. Peter did a once over of you dressed in dark denim shorts and a blue tank top knotted in the front exposing a good stretch of your stomach. He tried really hard to ignore the fact that you weren't wearing a bra underneath as he could clearly form the outline of your nipples through the thin cotton of your top. 

“Oh hi Y/N. What's up?” 

“Are you busy?”

“No. Is everything alright?” his brows draw in with concern.

“My ac broke down and it's like melting in there.” you tell him with an agonized expression.

“That's bad. Did you call the company?” 

“Yeah I did and they said I've to wait until tomorrow because Sunday is a holiday.” you explain. “But then I remembered you mentioning that one time about knowing a little bit of the mechanical stuff.” 

“Yes I do.” he concurs.

“I know it’s too much to ask of you but can you maybe come and look at it for once? Please?” 

Peter could never say no to you especially when you’re giving him those puppy eyes. “I can try but there are no guarantees.”

“That will be so nice of you.” your face brightens. “In return I’ll treat you to fresh watermelon which I brought from the farmers market yesterday.”

“You don’t have to repay me with anything.” he chuckles, closing his apartment door and following you to your apartment.

It was relatively hot and humid when your ac decided to give up on you which had left you no other choice than to ask your next door neighbor for help. So when you knocked at his door little did you expect to be treated with him in a black undershirt and gray sweats. It was a rare sight to see him out of his usual t-shirts and hoodies and that is why his bare muscular arms had left you stunned for a second and practically drooling on the hallway.

To be honest you always had a crush on Peter Parker. You both had moved in the building at the same time. He had this whole awkward geek thing going around him with a hint of mischief behind those chocolate brown eyes which promised of more. And from the little conversations you had in the hallways you thought he was cute with his boyish charm and dorky attitude, always ready to help.  

And now he was in your living room standing on a chair in front of the ac unit. He grabs the wrench from the toolbox and starts to unscrew the nut and bolts— the movement making his biceps flex and veins pop out on his arms as you enjoy your free arm porn. His back muscles ripples when he pulls out the dust filters and your mind starts to build up a totally different scenario which required you on your bed and him on top fucking you nine ways to Sunday had you pressing your thighs together. 

“So what do you think?” you ask, shaking out of your dirty daydreams.

“You’re in luck.” he replies. “The filters seem to be blocked with dust, that's why it’s not cooling properly. A little clean up is required, that's all.”

“Oh thank god.” you let out a sigh in relief as Peter steps down the chair.

“Let me just clean them with some water and it will be working just as fine as before.”

You grasp on to his hands “Peter Parker, you're my savior on this hot summer day. I'll be grateful to you all my life.”

“Always happy to help my pretty neighbor.” he gives you one of his boyish grins and casually walks over to your bathroom leaving you with thousands of butterflies in your stomach. 

If you aren’t wrong but that was definitely a little bit of flirting over there. With the giddiness inside you tried to make yourself busy in the kitchen preparing watermelon lemonade. You cut the fruit in half, scooping the flesh to blend it with some lemon juice, mint and soda. By the time you were done pouring the mixture into a pitcher Peter had finished cleaning your ac as well. He screws the case tight and switches on the ac. The first wave of cool air hits your face and you feel like you’re already in heaven.

“Oh…” the moan that leaves your mouth shoots straight down to his cock.

“That good huh?” he chuckles.

“You have no idea.” you smile cheekily. “And as promised, I made fresh watermelon lemonade.” you gestured him towards the kitchen.

“Ah, nothing as refreshing as a lemonade on a hot day like this.”

You fill two glasses with lemonade and place them on the kitchen island. “Wait, let me get some more ice.” you take out the ice tray from the refrigerator to empty it in a bowl before adding a few in your drinks. Both of you pick up your bowls and clink your glasses. “Cheers.”

“It’s really good.” Peter says after taking a sip.

“Thank you.” you smile at him shyly and watch him through the rim of the glass, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the drink which you find damn sexy.

Peter finishes his drink and his gaze locks on you drinking as some of the lemonade dribbles from the corner of your mouth down to your cleavage. He did not miss how your nipples had pebbled in the cold air and were poking through the top. The sudden urge to lick and taste every inch of your skin makes his throat go dry.

It is implausible how much he has liked you since the very day he met you. The short meetings with you in the hallways while going or returning back from college left him wanting more. Especially when you wore those thin tops and tight shorts that showed off your round ass. The number of times he had fucked his hand imagining it was you riding his cock at night is embarrassing.

He clears his throat brushing aside those thoughts so that his semi doesn’t turn into a full on erection in front of you. “Guess I should get going now.”

He turns towards your door but you didn't want him to leave so you blurt out. “Or you could just stay.” 

“Why does anything else need fixing?” Peter looks at you skeptically.

“I don’t know… it’s still kinda hot in here don’t you think?” you are stalling. Peter could see the desire in your eyes but he still wants to be sure that you want him as much as he wants you.

All these months of secretly pining over each other you were now treading dangerously along the lines. Peter decides to take the brave step and moves around the counter caging you against it. “You do look all flushed.” he observes, tucking a wisp of your hair behind your ear.

“I know right?” you smile nervously.

“I can think of some other ways to cool you down.” his voice husky as he lazily runs a finger down your arm. 

“Really?” you ask quietly, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Want me to show you?” he lifts up your chin and brushes the pad of his thumb through your bottom lip.

“Yes.” it comes out barely as a whisper from your mouth but Peter was quick to catch it. With his eyes trained on you Peter reaches behind you to grab an ice cube from the bowl and pops it in his mouth. 

You watch his every move with anticipation. He leans forward to capture your mouth in a slow tantalizing kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips as he rolls the ice into your mouth. You moan at the delightful sensation of the cold ice mixed with the warmth of his mouth. 

Peter devours your mouth as he sucks and nips playfully on your bottom lip. His hands get frisky exploring the curves of your body before grabbing the front of your tank top, giving it a light tug. It tears into half and your breasts bounce free as you breath out a shocked gasp against his mouth at his sheer strength. 

His large hands cup your breasts feeling their weight in his palms. Quiet whimpers escape your mouth as he squeezes and tweaks your nipples, turning them into hard sensitive points. Your nails scrape the back of his shirt tugging on it. Peter stops for a moment to let you lift his shirt above his head. The heat of his bare chest against your breasts feels good as you run your hands through his toned abs before placing two featherlight kisses on his pecs. 

Peter lifts you by the back of your thighs on the counter and then gently pushes you to lay on your back on the cool granite surface. You hear the clinking of glass as he reaches for an ice cube. Goosebumps rise on your skin when his mouth connects at the nape of your neck with the cold ice held between his lips. He drags his mouth over your collar bones and then down between your breasts leaving a cool trail of water on your flushed skin. He looks up at you, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he crunches the left over ice with his teeth before popping in another one.

“Relax,” he says and presses the ice cube on your nipple, circling around the stiff bud. Your stomach clenches, a warmth spreading across your lower region as he moves on to your other breast and repeats the same. Your back arches when he slowly drags his mouth down your ribs to your stomach, the cool water feeling like a hot trail of fire. He drops the ice from his mouth on your navel and steps back to watch the ice melt into a pool of water trickling down your sides.

Slowly Peter unbuttons your shorts and slides it down your legs followed by your panties which were now soaked with your arousal. 

“You’re so sexy.” he rasps, lust swirling in those coffee brown eyes. He kneels down and spreads your legs apart, running his hand up and down your thighs in a soothing manner. His hand reaches for the bowl again to pick an ice cube and pops it in his mouth. 

Peter kisses the inside of your thigh, holding the ice between his lips he slides it up your soft skin. Your body tenses when you feel his warm breath against your aching core but to your disappointment he ignores your dripping wet pussy and kisses his way down your other thigh. 

You whine in protest, squirming unable to take anymore of his teasings which only earns you a throaty chuckle from him. 

“So needy. Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you.” 

He spreads your pussy lips and lets a cool trail of spit drip down your slit. It’s downright filthy but also turns you the hell on finding out this kinky side of your sweet nerdy neighbor. Peter pulls the ice cube to the back of his mouth before diving in.

“Oh fuck!” your hips jerks off the counter at the onslaught of his cold lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. A heavy hand comes to rest on your stomach holding you in place as Peter swirls his tongue over your clit while your hands dig his thick hair.

Peter rolls the ice across his tongue and presses it against your engorged clit with his mouth. You let out a little scream tugging on his hair way too harshly and he groans into your heat. He holds it for a few seconds before sucking it back in his mouth. He runs the tip of his tongue in a straight line from your pussy to your clit making you moan and scream again as he presses the cube against you. 

The ice melts rapidly between the heat of his mouth and your pussy turning into a small ball. Peter dips his head and pushes it inside you with his tongue. Your body shudders as he thrusts in and out fucking you with his tongue. Pleasure surges inside you and you begin to cum. But Peter doesn’t stop as he laps up all your juices along with the pool of water dripping out of your hole. You are still high on your first orgasm as you feel the second one building quicker than before. Peter presses his thumb against your swollen clit drawing tight circles and you fall apart screaming out his name.

You were panting hard, expecting him to stop but he’s so drunk on your taste that he continues to lick up and down your slick folds with the flat of his tongue.

“Peter…” you squirm away from his mouth.

“One more baby girl.” he croons, sliding two fingers inside you with ease.

“I can't.” you groan as your whole body feels like a bundle of exposed nerves. 

“Yes you can. Give me one more and then you can have my cock.” he curls his fingers against your g-spot and his mouth is back on your clit, sucking it hard to the point where the lines between pleasure and pain seem to blur. Your eyes roll back into your head as spots cloud your vision and then you explode all over him. 

“Holy shit!” he exclaims. Your body feels like a limp noodle, ears still ringing from how hard you came as you weakly lift your head to look at Peter between your legs— he was drenched down to his chest. 

You squirted, you fucking squirted. 

Embarrassment flames up your face but Peter just smiles and stands up to lean down and press his lips softly on your forehead whispering “you did so good for me.” and lifts you in his arms, carrying you to your bedroom. 

Your back hits the soft linen of your mattress as you lie motionless watching him. You couldn’t decide what you liked more. His chiseled jaw, those bulging biceps, the flat planes of his stomach or the sharp dips of his hips. But then he pushes down his sweats and boxers and his long, hard length bobs in front of him making your mouth water.

He catches you staring and grins. “Like what you see?”

“Yeah it’s alright.” you try to play cool even though the reality was far from alright as you wonder how that big of a dick is going to fit inside you without splitting you into half. The math seems a little bit hazy for you right now.

Within seconds he’s on top of you peppering kisses down your neck and breasts as you squeal and wriggle underneath him. “I’m gonna see how alright you feel when I’m done with you.” 

“Promises, promises.” you giggle before your breath hitches when he shoves two fingers into your pussy, finding you wet and ready for him.

“Condom?” he asks.

“Second drawer.” Peter leans over to open the drawer of your bedside table and a huge grin appears on his face discovering your little toy collection. 

“You got a nice collection in here.” Your eyes go wide when you realize what he is talking about. 

“I wonder who do you think of when you use those little toys of yours hmm?” he tears the foil with his teeth and rolls the condom down his shaft. Your cheeks heat up as you look away hiding your face in the pillow.

“Now don't get shy on me, Y/N. Tell me who did you think of while you played with this little pussy?” he rubs the head of his cock through your sensitive folds teasingly.

“You… Peter.” you stutter.

“We should use them.” 

“Now?”

“No, some other time. Today it would be just us.” he lines his tip to your entrance and slowly pushes in. 

He was barely a few inches in and it had you gasping for air at how his thick girth was stretching you to your limits. “Oh god… you're so big.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” he grins and slowly withdraws to push in a bit more deeper. Your back arches as he repeats the motion gaining another inch. Peter thought he had prepared you enough with the three earth shattering orgasms he gave you earlier but it was still a tight fit. Your pussy grips him like a vice as he tries to be gentle, grunting with each thrust to fully sheath himself inside you. 

You press the heels of your feet into his ass cheeks pulling him closer. “Fuck me already, I can take it.” you rasp impatiently.

There goes being gentle as your command sends a shiver down his spine and he gives one hard thrust filling you to the hilt. Your back bows off the bed pushing your breasts to his eager mouth as he captures one pert nipple and flicks his tongue over it. Your moans were music to his ears. 

“One last question, do you still think I’m alright?”

“Oh god Peter you’re fucking perfect. I can feel you up in my throat. Now move please.” you almost sob in desperation.

Satisfied with your answer he pulls back and slams back into you. Your body moves up the mattress with each powerful thrust and he is entranced watching your breasts bounce everytime. A thin sheen of sweat covers your bodies as you find a rhythm. A tight knot forms inside your stomach as your walls clamp around him tighter and he almost loses his goddamn mind at how good you feel. His hands cup your ass lifting you up the angle allowing him to pick up his pace and pound into you deeper.

“Ah right there! Don’t stop!” your nails score down his back when he hits that magical spot. Your body trembles and you bite down on his neck as your orgasm sweeps through you. Your walls flutter milking every last bit of pleasure out of him and he moans, pumping harder before his hips stutter coming undone with his own release. Your bodies quake with the aftershock of your orgasms as you pull him closer sealing your lips together in slow, drugging kisses not yet ready to let him go.

“This was the best sex of my life.” you say between ragged breaths.

“So do you’ve anything else to fix?” he grins widely.

“Yeah my legs, they feel like jelly. I don't think I can walk properly for a month.” 

“That means I did a good job.” he replies smugly as he brushes away your messy hair sticking to your forehead.

“No need to get so cocky now.” you give a light shove on his shoulder and he finally pulls out to lay on his back beside you.

“You wanna go out sometime?” he asks.

“Go out you mean like a date?”

“Yeah” he turns on his side. “I like you a lot Y/N and I’ve been meaning to ask you out for quite some time before we had sex. That doesn’t mean I regret whatever happened today because I really liked it and I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m some kind of a fuck boy and and…”

You find rambling Peter adorable a stark contrast to the confident and dominant Peter who fucked your brains out a while ago. So you decide to bring him out of his misery and cut him off. “Peter, I like you too and I would love to go on a date with you.”

For a moment Peter goes speechless before he finds his words back. “Thank you.”

“You hungry? I’m gonna order some Thai” you prop yourself up on your elbow.

“Yeah sounds good.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back.” you kiss his nose and slide out of the bed to go and find your phone in the living room but not before turning around with a sly grin. “Maybe after that I can show you my toys.” 

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the morning sun || p.p

prompt: “sometimes i just can’t stop kissing your stupid face.”

word count: 1.5k

warnings: established relationship, gets a lil sad :( but the fluff is enough, trust me!

note: hi!! I disappeared a month :D I’m sorry! I’m in the middle of my exams… I was not planning on coming back until my exams got over but… I missed posting :( so here is the repost of this bittersweet one shot !! and my exams are getting over next week, so I’ll be more active from the start of june <3 enjoy !!

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IM LITERALLY DYING OF THE FLUFF HERE (/pos) THIS IS TOO GOOD WOW

 - to the girl I love

tasm!mailman!Peter Parker x reader 

summary : after your best friend posted a stupid message online, you get lots of letters. But is it really bad when it gives you the opportunity to see Peter Parker every morning?

word count : 4,3k

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

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It all started with a joke. 

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

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

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

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

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

But that was until you saw Peter Parker that morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, I can come at eight. Pizzas?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until Peter stopped the kiss.

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

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

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STOP THIS IS TOO CUTEE😭😭🥺🥺

secrets over ice-cream

A/N : found this forgotten in my drafts. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : your baby girl finds out her daddy is spiderman.

Pairing : Dad! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : fluff

“Then the princess pushed her magical sword through the heart of the evil dragon, defeating it and saved her kingdom.” Peter finishes the story and shuts the book close. 

“Yay!” May claps in joy. “Daddy, are monsters real?”

“No, buttercup.” He smiles, his hand reaching out to gently brush away a strand of hair falling over her eyes. And even if they were real, daddy will always protect you.” 

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poor nathan KJAHSDISAHD

Can i requet from the MMIH series, where nathan and Leah are just like training combat difences and then out of no were leah gets her period, and a little blood runs down her inside thigh and nathan freaks out starts acting nice to her since he has no clue about menstraition and stuff, and leah takes advantage of himm

the twins are around 15 here. hope you like this. let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (mob au series)

a bloody prank

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : sibling banter, period talk

The school football team were up against the South end high this Friday and being the team captain Nathan was relentlessly training with the team at school and sweating it out in the gym when home. Nailah being the number one supporter of her brother was helping out with his daily exercises. She was holding his knees as he did his crunches effortlessly. Nathan sat up completing the second set when his eyes spotted something along the sides of Nailah’s legs.

“Hey, what’s that on your leg?” he stopped in between to ask.

“What?” Leah frowned and looked down her legs to find a long red stain on her gray yoga pants. “Oh shit!” she cursed, muttering under her breath about how her cycle was a few days late this month and a little warning would’ve been appreciated because now she has to go and change.

“Leah, you alright?” Nate’s voice was full of concern.

“Yeah it’s nothing Nate.” she waved her hands nonchalantly.

“It’s not nothing…” he looked at it carefully and panicked. “Oh my god you’re bleeding!”

Nailah was about to tell him that it isn't anything to be worried about but then a mischievous idea went across her head. 

“Oh Nate.” Nailah sighed deeply, shaking her head with remorse. “How do I even tell this to you?”

“What? What is it?” Nathan was getting more worried by the minute. 

“I’m sick.”

“Sick?” He quickly got up on his feet.

“Yeah, have been for the last one year.” she pursed her lips with a sad look on her face. 

“Do mum and dad know?”

“Yeah they were one who decided it was better not to tell you or else you’ll get upset. The doctor said it’s serious and it might take years for me to get better.” the lie coming out of her mouth flawlessly as she simultaneously tries hard not to break character and start laughing like a maniac watching the look on Nathan’s face. 

“Oh god Leah why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He cradled her face with his hands. “I’m your brother sissy I’ll never let anything happen to you.” 

Which made Nailah a tiny bit guilty for messing with him like this. “That’s very sweet of you Nate.”

“How do you feel right now?”

“A bit dizzy, just want to lie down for a while.” That was true though she was actually feeling tired. 

“It’s ok, everything will be ok.” he assured her. “I'll carry you to your room then you can rest.” Before she could protest he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to her room. 

“Thank you Nate.” she said as he was about to walk out her room to give her some privacy.

“Anything for you.” he smiled. 

After changing out of her clothes Nailah had planned to tell him that it was all a prank but he didn't give her a chance as he ordered her to stay in bed and brought her soup. She could get used to this she thought because on a normal day Nathan would never do this. 

“Just tell me what you need?” he said sitting at the edge of her bed.

“Ice cream and some chips would be really nice."

“Coming right up.” 

“Also can I play with your psp?” She knew the answer would be a big no but it’s worth a shot.

“Yes you can, Leah.” he said with a warm smile.

Woah what is happening? Did the sun rise in the opposite direction today? Nathan would die before letting anyone touch his gaming console. 

You and Tom were out for a business meeting so when you returned you were met with your son in the living room with bags of chips and an ice cream tub in his hand. 

“Nate, where are you taking all this stuff?”

“Mum, dad thank god you’re back!” he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Why what’s wrong?” you asked. 

“Leah…” and Tom perked up beside you with just the mention of her name. 

“What happened to her?” he demanded.

“She’s very sick.” he informed. 

“What?!” both of you said at the same time.

“Yeah she was bleeding…” Tom was already climbing the stairs two at a time without even listening to the rest of it. “and then felt all dizzy.”

“Ok bud calm down and tell me everything.” you said taking the ice cream tub and chips out of his hand and placing it on the coffee table.

“Leah! Leah!” Nailah heard and quickly sat up on her bed as Tom came bursting into her room. “What happened? Are you sick, love?” he sat down beside her on the bed.

Now it was getting out of hand as Nailah wondered how to calm her dad who worried with the littlest things when it comes to her. “No Daddy, I’m fine.”

“But your brother said you were bleeding.”

“It’s nothing daddy…” she couldn’t say anything further as you entered her room with Nathan on tow who was scowling. Oops, the secret is out.

“Nailah Estella Holland.” you said sternly “I didn’t expect this from you. Why did you lie to your brother like that?”

“Y/N, don’t scold her she’s sick.” Tom interrupted.

You scoffed. “Oh your darling daughter is perfectly fine I can assure you that.” Then you looked at Nailah. “I think you've got some explanation to do young lady.”

“I’m sorry I lied, I'm not sick.” she mumbled looking down at her hands on her lap.

“But I clearly saw blood on her pants,” Nathan said, still confused.

“I think we need to sit down for this one.” you said sitting at the foot of the bed and Nathan does the same. “Listen to me carefully I don't know how much they have told you in the sex ed classes at your school ”

“Ugh mum.” Nathan groans.

“I know, I know it’s a bit awkward but it’s important that you know bubs.” you said with understanding. “So you have a basic idea of how the uterus works right? How every month an egg is released and…”

“Yeah yeah mum I know all that.” Nathan was already feeling impatient wanting a way out of this. 

“Ok so when there is no baby where do you think all that buildup inside the uterus goes? It can’t stay inside the body right?” he nodded as you continued. “So every month it comes out as blood.”

“What?” Nathan was visibly surprised. “Is that good?”  

“Yes it is perfectly normal every girl gets it when they reach a certain age. And it’s not at all life threatening.” you shot a glare at your sweet daughter who buried her face into her father’s shoulder. “It lasts for a week and during that time we feel tired and a little moody.”

“Little moody?” Tom’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as Nailah giggles by his side because after all he is the one who has to go through the brunt of your not so little mood swings during that time of the month. 

“You said something?” you shot an icy glare at his direction prompting him to shut up.

“Nothing at all, darling.” Nailah finds it really amusing how her father who can make grown men wet their pants is only scared of you and of course grandma. 

“So that’s it Nate it’s just the regular menses nothing to be worried about.” you reassured him.  

“Am I still getting my ice cream?” Nailah piped in and received a dirty look from Nathan.

“Go, get it yourself.” he grumbled. 

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uh oh i am sensing lots of tension here oop

The one with the really long flight | Peter’s girl

Summary: Peter clues you in on his plan to win over MJ, one that you think is terrible. He sets it in place and begins with the first step during your flight to Venice.

Word count - 1802

Warnings - none

A/n - the first of the ffh chapters!! sorry about how long this took, lol

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After Peter’s outburst those few weeks ago, he was quick to apologize like he always did. He just told you he was stressed and he’d been overthinking a lot about most things, and just like any disagreement with him, you were quick to forgive. So for the most part everything was back to normal with you both. Now you were just preparing for your trip to Europe.

All was going well until he told you about the plan he’d conjured. It earned him a furrowed brow, but he was more than happy to clarify that it was his plan to try and win MJ over and tell her he liked her.

You still didn’t understand much behind this sudden crush, nor did you agree with it, but obviously the last time you voiced your concerns didn’t go particularly well. So, you just planned on letting the plan go sour on its own, without your help.

“So, what’s your plan?” you asked, cheek resting on the palm of your hand. You were supposed to be drawing for your art class, but apparently this required your attention more than your work.

“Okay, first, I’m gonna sit next to MJ on the flight—“ Your head snapped up, shaking no immediately after the words left his mouth. “I’m sitting next to MJ. It’s a long flight and she’s my best friend, Peter.”

He ignored your interruption like no one had said anything, just forcing a smile your way and carrying on. “Second, Venice is super famous for making things out of glass, so I’m gonna buy her a Black Dahlia necklace, because—“

You interrupted again. “It’s her favorite flower.”

He pursed his lips, growing irritated that you wouldn’t let him finish. You just smiled at him sheepishly, motioning for him to go on. “‘Cause, her favourite flowers the Black Dahlia, because of the murder.”

You nodded. “Four, when we go to Paris, I’m gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel tower, give her the necklace and then five, I’m gonna tell her how I feel.”

He ended his explanation of his plan with a mimicked mic drop, one that made you cringe in disgust. “That was too nerdy, don’t do that ever again.”

“Yeah. Noted.” He pretended to write it down, pulling a strained burst of laughter from you. It wasn’t even funny, but the brunette was just so adorable. “So, what d’you think of the plan?”

“Plan? What plan?” Both of your eyes widened as MJ stopped in front of the table you were sitting at. Peter’s heart was practically in his throat and you were just smiling nervously at the girl. “Peter’s plan. He wants to get something from each country for his Aunt, to remember his visit.”

He was ever so grateful for your quick thinking, because he truly was sweating like he’d been caught in the most horrendous lie ever concocted. MJ seemed to question it for a second before she brushed it off. She knew Peter’s aunt was his only family, so she wasn’t going to question the whole thing.

“Okay,” she dragged out the last syllable. She didn’t get why you were being weird about it if that was all it was, but she was beyond your weirdness at this point. “Are you still okay to help me with my sketches?”

You perked up significantly in your seat, flashing her a smile. You had forgotten in your last art class you promised to be her muse for her latest drawings. She had flattered you when giving her reasonings for requiring your help and your help only, telling you it was because you were much prettier to look at for so long than any of her other friends. It made your heart flutter and had you flustered for a solid few hours after the conversation.

You stood up from your chair and grabbed your backpack. “Of course.”

She headed back to the table where her stuff was, making sure the seats were in the correct position for her to sketch your features. It gave you time to say a final thing to the Parker boy who was nervously biting at his nails the harder he thought about his plan to woo the beautiful brunette.

“If I’m being honest Pete, I think it’s a good plan. I just don’t think MJs right for you.” You walked away before he could say anything else, but the confusion written across his expression said everything you needed to know. He was going to go through with the plan.

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You were nervous to board the plane. Now that you knew Peter wanted to sit with MJ, you weren’t sure what to do. The original plan was you and your best friend were going to sit together and would probably watch a couple movies or something, but now you weren’t sure if the right thing to do would be to offer up your seat to Peter.

“Hey Parker,” you heard Flash call. “This is called an airplane, it’s like the buses you're used to except it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them.” He had a cocky grin on his face as he held a glass of champagne, only making you want to punch him all the more.

“‘Scuse me, maam,” MJ said. The hostess passing by the teen boy turned around, flashing a sweet smile at the girl. “He’s sixteen, not twenty-one. His ID’s fake.”

The woman was more than happy to take the alcoholic drink from the boy after learning that information, Flash protesting and running after her. You and MJ just giggled, shuffling through the aisle with your luggage to find your seats.

You were going to take the middle seat, allowing MJ to sit beside you if she wanted to. If Peter had an issue with that then he could take it up with her. But considering he had already picked a seat besides Ned a few rows down from you, he didn’t seem that interested.

She did in fact take the seat beside you, Peter shooting you a confused look from where he was sitting when he caught sight of what was happening. You just shrugged.

“Okay, miss Y/L/N,” she announced, finally settling beside you after putting her stuff away with a proud grin on her face. You eyed her in a sideways glance nervously, not liking the formality she greeted you with. “What’re you up to, M?”

“It’s a nine hour flight, and I vaguely recall you accidentally spilling something about a crush.” Your eyes widened, chuckling nervously. You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders as you suddenly grew all flustered and uncomfortable. “We aren’t going to talk about that.”

She frowned, resting her elbow on the arm rest between your seats. Her chin was then rested in her hand, her eyes narrowing playfully as though she was silently urging you to spill everything. And there was a strong chance it would’ve worked with how entrancing those puppy brown eyes were, if only it wouldn’t have been so incriminating to reveal your crush. “But, I’m your best friend.”

“And I love you, but I’d rather keep this one to myself.” You leaned forward so your foreheads were touching, grinning at her innocently to try and make her smile. It eventually worked, but she still rolled her eyes at you as she gave in. You may not want to tell her now but she wasn’t completely going to let it go, she was going to find out who this mysterious person was. Even if she had to bring in reinforcements to help her figure it out.

The two of you were pulled out of your little bubble when you heard the slight commotion being caused by your teachers. Someone was saying something about Peter and suddenly everyone’s seats were being switched out. The brunette boy tried to give you a not-so-subtle look more than once that silently asked you to switch seats with him, but Mr Harrington beat you to it and was already moving Peter to sit with him.

You and MJ were still together, just sitting in Ned and Peter’s old seats instead, while Ned sat with Betty. “What d’you say to a movie?”

“Movie sounds good, M.” Little did you know Peter was glaring at you the entire time he watched you interact. He just wished that was him and he thought after he told you his plan, despite your issues with it, that you would be happy to offer up your space next to the girl for him. He wasn’t necessarily angry at you, but he was slightly irritated.

Each laugh she let out, each muttered piece of commentary that was probably hilarious, could’ve been him. He felt his irritation growing the more he thought it could’ve been him. He hated the fact that it wasn’t; especially when the movie finished and the two of you decided to take a nap instead of putting on another one. Her head was resting on your shoulder, much like Mr Harrington was doing to Peter, yours on top of hers comfortably. Peter could only dream.

»»——⍟——««

Between you and MJ, you were the first to rouse from your nap. The atmosphere on the plane had grown significantly louder now that morning was approaching and the flight was close to landing; so much so that you didn’t actually understand how she was still sleeping so peacefully. But you supposed you could let her sleep a little longer.

When you glanced over at her from your seat you couldn’t help but smile. Her lips were parted slightly, a small trail of drool having left the corner of her mouth. Any other person would probably find it gross, but as her best friend you just knew it meant she was sleeping well. You were overjoyed that you could provide her with the comfort for her to do so.

Out of the corner of your eye you could feel another pair of eyes on you, letting your gaze trail from MJ across the plane to find the person in question. To no surprise it was Peter, glaring harshly at you now that you were finally awake.

The two of you communicated silently with your eyes from across the aisle. Peter was clearly frustrated that you hijacked his plan already, ruining the beginning of it even though it wasn’t really your fault. He thought you were doing it because you said the plan wasn’t a good idea, even though that wasn’t the case.

He was determined to make sure the following steps of the plan went successfully. By the end of this trip he could clearly see him and MJ dating and everything would be perfect. All he had to do was make sure you didn’t interfere anymore.

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[usergarfields]

this fic is so cute!! makes me want to do the same design but i do not have all the colours or peter with me rip

web art

A/N : This was a bit of self indulgent because I myself have a bad habit of biting my nails lol. Can be read for both mcu and tasm peters. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you have a habit of biting your nails when stressed out so Peter decides to help you get rid of it by painting your nails.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : fluff

“A little more and you’re gonna chew your whole thumb off.” You hear Peter say as you stop chewing on your thumbnail and lift your gaze from the book on your lap to him.

“You know I can’t help it when I’m stressed.” You huffed with a pout. “And tomorrow we’ve this seminar, so major stress!”

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[usergarfields]

AISJFHIAFH THIS IS A NEED FOR ME RN T~T

period gains

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader (could be read for any peter)

warnings ➳ smut, 18+, pwp, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of period blood, strong language, some bad writing man 😭

w.c. ➳ 2k words

summary ➳ peter finds out that you’re on your periods and he can’t go down on you. but he can do other stuff.

i am on my periods and i want peter so 😔🙏 i do hope y’all like this!!

“can i eat you out?”

your head snapped up to look at peter who was currently facing you, sitting on his swivel chair with a nervous, yet determined smirk. your eyes went wide as you registered what he’d said.

when you didn’t speak for another two minutes, peter cleared his throat awkwardly, “...or not?”

your relationship with peter was almost four months old but neither of you had gone past the making out. there was this one time when you almost gave him a blowjob but his aunt interrupted you two by showing up at home earlier than expected and peter had to rush to the bathroom for a cold shower.

“no, i mean… it’s not like i don’t wanna do it.” you said, wondering how all of a sudden he got the confidence to ask you such a straightforward question.

“then what is it?” peter made his way off the chair and to the edge of his bed, sitting beside you before he took your hand in his while the other went to close your book and set it aside.

“peter, i- i don’t think now’s the right time…” you gave him an awkward smile, thinking he’d get what you mean, but all he did was tilted his head to the side, looking like a confused puppy.

“why?” he ran his thumb over your knuckles gently, “are you not ready for it? because that’s completely fair, we don’t have to do anything at all-”

“no, no, it’s not that, pete. i… am on my periods, so i don’t think it would be the best time for you to go down there.” you chuckled. peter’s lips formed an ‘o’ as epiphany rang through his ears. there was a moment of silence, and you could tell that the gears in your pretty boyfriend’s brain were turning, until his face lit up with another smirk.

“we can do something else, then?”

you felt your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks heated up at his comment. he couldn’t have meant that, right. you cleared your throat, “peter, i’m on my periods… there’s a lot of blood.”

“well, i have plastic sheets and paper towels, and other towels for that?” he suggested eagerly, making a tingly feeling spread throughout your body. you wanted it as bad as he wanted it and your hormones weren’t making it any easier to resist his pleas.

“what did you have in mind?” you asked finally.

“maybe i could use my fingers?” he asked, blushing slightly. now that you were actually talking about it, peter felt a little nervous. he really just wanted to treat you well, “we don’t have to go all the way because it’s our first time and i want it to be special for you-”

“oh, i would love to have that right now.” you were quick to cut off peter’s little speech, not believing how easily the words slipped past your lips.

“you would?” peter’s voice was an octave higher when he asked you that, clearing his throat before speaking in a deeper tone, “you would?”

“y-yeah, i think i’m ready, what about you?” you studied his features, waiting for his reply, which didn’t take much time.

“i am.” peter nodded.

“okay then,” you got off the bed carefully, not before planting a soft kiss to peter’s lips, “i’ll go and clean up a little.”

“i’ll get the towels out.”

both of you rushed to complete your respective tasks. while you were in the washroom, peter changed the white bedsheets, replacing them with the plastic sheet and placing the towels on them. he lit up a scented candle to help you relax a bit too, so when you came outside, you let out a sigh of relief, already feeling at ease.

peter dragged you to the bed by your hand, sitting down beside you. his fingers never left yours, intertwining them together, “you know, you can back out at any given moment, right?”

you smiled softly at the sweet boy and nodded, “and so could you.” your hand went up and caressed his cheek, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

peter melted against your lips, kissing you softly as his hands travelled to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer. the kiss got needier moments later as you tugged at peter’s lips, making a small groan spill out of his throat.

he pushed you back onto the bed gently, never breaking the kiss, until you were laying on your back. your hands tucked at the collar of his flannel shirt, wanting it off. both of you worked on getting the unnecessary clothes off of each other.

you lifted yourself up slightly to help peter slide your t-shirt off. your fingers unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it past his shoulders hurriedly, disbalancing him a little as your heads crashed against each other accidentally, both of you chuckling at your eagerness.

his hands went ‘round your chest, unhooking your bra and you sighed in contentment, feeling the cool air hit your chest. peter admired you with soft eyes, making heat rush up your cheeks as you looked away from his gaze but he was quick to pull your eyes back to his as he pecked your lips. peter kissed down your neck, leaving a few marks until you were breathlessly pleading him for more.

his fingers hooked underneath the waistband of your lower before he looked deep into your eyes, asking for permission. you nodded and peter didn’t have to be asked twice before leaving a kiss over your belly and pulling down your trousers, discarding them onto the floor. he came back up face-to-face with you, scattering a few kisses across your face before his lips found yours again.

you kissed him back, hearing the bedside drawer open as peter shuffled to find the packet of condoms he’d bought a week ago, just in case an opportunity like such showed up. he pulled one out after some struggle, kissing you with as much passion as he had in him.

your hands on his cheeks were keeping him grounded as you went on to wrap your legs around his waist. peter had to pull back, panting heavily as he sat up slightly to push off his pants. he got off the bed quickly, making you chuckle as you leaned up on your elbows watching your boyfriend hastily strip off his remaining clothes.

he pulled down the fabric along with his boxers before sitting back on the bed as he fiddled with the condom packaging, ripping it open. you eyed him shamelessly, running your gaze down his chest, to his abs, to his erection.

he stroked himself a few times and all you could do was watch like some starved person, with a watering mouth and the only thought running through your mind being how desperately you needed all of him inside you.

“like what you see?” peter sassed, making your eyes snap up to his as you gulped, your heart picking up speed once again. peter occupied his previous position, hovering over you, eyes soft as he sensed your nervousness, “hey, hey, it’s only me.” he reassured, cupping your cheek gently, making you look into his eyes, “it won’t hurt, okay? i would never hurt you.”

you smiled softly, feeling your eyes well up at his words and you nodded, “i trust you.” you mumbled, pulling him in for another heartfelt kiss.

peter lined himself up with you carefully, pushing into you ever so gently, making you moan. it was easier for peter to slide into you, given the situation. you wrapped your legs around his waist once again as the sounds each of you were making muffled against each other’s lips.

peter filled you up to the hilt, feeling your walls around him as he groaned into your mouth. he waited for you to adjust, pulling away from the kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

your breaths mingled, feeling each other closer than ever. peter loved this feeling, being able to be so close to you and being able to feel all of you wrapped around him, and he never wanted to get this over with but it was getting hard for him to keep from releasing into the condom with the passing seconds. he buried his head into the crook of your neck, sucking at your soft skin gently until he heard you nod out a, “y-you can move now, petey.”

he pulled back to look at you, taking you guys’ intertwined fingers and holding them on either side of your head, pulling his hips back a little, only to push back into you. you felt a little uneasy at first but that feeling soon went into rubble as peter set a pace for the two of you and you helped him by matching his thrusts.

peter’s dick brushed your g-spot, making you moan out his name and the brunette lost it. hearing his name tumble past your lips as you laid writhing beneath him was all he wanted for all his remaining days. your arms went around to his back, pulling him closer— if that was even possible— as he pushed back and forth, dragging you closer to your high.

“fuck, peter, p-please don’t stop!” you moaned, peter complying to your request as he picked up his pace, making you arch your back as you felt yourself tipping over the edge.

your core convulsed around peter and he groaned, losing his speed as he sloppily thrusted into you, until he felt himself releasing into the rubber. peter was making such pretty sounds— they were like music to your ears— and you saw his face twisted into pleasure. what a sight for sore eyes it was. he panted heavily, giving both of you a few minutes before pulling out of you.

you whined slightly at the feeling but got up carefully to see the mess the two of you had made, “oh god-” you gasped, watching as peter’s bed looked like a scene out of a horror movie, “we need to clean up the traces of the murder.”

peter chuckled softly, getting off the bed and discarding the used condom, “i’ll look after it, you should get cleaned up, babe.”

“no, no, i should help you clean up-”

“princess, i got this.” peter gave you a soft smile, “get the shower going and i’ll join you in a few minutes?”

you returned his smile and agreed to his offer, walking carefully over to the bathroom.

as promised, peter joined you in the shower, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, “you feeling okay?” he asked and you leaned back into him, feeling way better than you did before.

“oh, i’m so good. and you?” you smiled, turning your head to look at him.

“awesome!” peter placed a little peck on your lips, “we should definitely do that again.”

the two of you got out of the shower and peter lent you his clothes— which he probably wad never getting back— and you changed into them, thankful that you had carried another set of pads for emergencies.

while you got dressed, peter quickly changed into his spider suit and went out to buy all kinds of junk food and ice-cream for you. the boy absolutely spoiled you. the two of you cuddled under the fresh set of sheets, surrounded by food as peter played all your favorite rom coms on his laptop and it’s safe to say there was a lot of crying.

from the both of you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[usergarfields]

I FEEL SO SOFT AHH

okay so bestie i have a concept request and that's first time dad tasm!peter or something along those lines 🥺

i m so soft rn 🤌

pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader

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it was the day that peter’s little girl wrapped her fingers around his one finger that he found a purpose again. as her big, brown, curious eyes stared up at her father, peter knew that he would do anything and everything to keep his two special people safe from the smallest of threat.

peter’s life was crazy and he knew what being spider-man demanded of him. he had fought crazy scientists, a nice engineer turned bad and russian guys in rhinoceros suits but now as he stood in middle of an alleyway in his battered spider-man suit, he couldn’t care about anything but you and little eve.

“evie!” he called out, confused out of his mind.

he’d had a long night. peter snuck in through the bedroom window, keeping in mind your sleeping figure and making a beeline for the bathroom. but when he turned around after closing the door, he wasn’t in his bathroom anymore.

he ran around throughout the evening, swinging from one building to another, realising this wasn’t the new york he knew. this wasn’t his new york.

this wasn’t his home.

this wasn’t... his universe.

peter panicked at the thought of never being able to see you or his daughter ever again. but that was until his spidey-sense started going off and before he knew he was in a room with two other ‘peter parker’s.

he told them about you and how the two of you met in a café he worked, when he messed up an order. he told them about his house with you and he told them about you guys’ daughter and how much he missed her, how much he wanted to get back to her.

and so he helped peter 1 in fixing all the bad guys, some of which he knew. the whole fiasco seemed endangering but peter held on to the hope that he would have a crazy tale to tell you and his little eve.

he hugged the other peters for the last time, smiling at them as peter 2 told him to take care of his family. he smiled at his newfound brothers and bid them goodbye before he found himself standing in his bathroom.

“y-y/n? evie!” he burst through the doors to your room, startling you awake.

you got off the bed, a little moonlight entering your room iluminated his spidey emblem as he rushed to you, sweaty and exhausted, and engulfed you in his arms, “oh, thank god you’re still here.” he mumbled into your hair.

“peter... are you okay?” you asked, voice muffled by his chest as he squeezed you gently, “are you hurt?”

“i’m okay, i’m okay.” he whispered as he cupped your cheeks, “where’s eve?”

“in her room.” you chuckled, confused at his demeanor. peter rushed out of the room, dragging himself across the hallway to the purple, wooden door.

you followed him as he creaked it open and walked inside until he was beside eve’s crib. he picked her sleeping form up in his arms, hugging her close to her chest carefully while his other arm went around your shoulders when you stopped beside, pulling you two close to him.

a few seconds passed by until he let go of you. you looked at him with a confused look, “peter, what is going on?”

“i have got to tell you something awesome.”

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[usergarfields]

"make it five" im just AJJRBFJDKSHFHFJFJFI

Snamzjjs ok I just finish going through the blurbs for MMIH (love it btw) so ok if you’re still doing those blurbs could you do one of the first time Tom and reader have sex after she’s had the kids? Like it’s all fluffy and sensual cuz he wants to be gentle with her and make sure she’s ok and not uncomfortable cuz her body changed

Thank you so much!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (series)

Passion

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, lactation kink, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

“They're asleep.” Tom says as he walks in your bedroom bare chested in just his grey sweatpants after checking up on your twins in the nursery.

“You're the best, daddy.” You snickered from inside your covers on the bed. It was Tom's idea that you say daddy and mommy in front of your babies so that it would be their first words and you were having quite some fun teasing him about that.

He shakes his head smiling and gets inside the covers pulling you closer. “Anything for you my mama bear.” He kisses you deeply, pressing you against his body and you wince. 

“What's wrong?” Tom pulls back with concern. 

“Nothing, it's just my boobs. They are killing me.”

Tom looked down at your full and round breasts. He cupped them both in his hands and started to gently massage them. “Want daddy to make you feel better, princess?”

“Yes please, daddy.” You whimpered. Tom didn't have to be told twice as he pulled down your nightdress. He didn't think you could get any more beautiful but he was proved wrong. Your body grew stunning more than ever— curvy and voluptuous. His hungry eyes feasted upon your tight swollen breasts, nipples large and darker than usual. They started to leak with the slight stimulation of cold air against your warm skin. 

Supporting a breast in his palm he closes his mouth around a nipple. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around it and the milk begins to flow, filling his mouth with your sweetness. 

You let out a soft moan of relief. That moan reaches directly down his pants as his cock thickens. You feel his hard length pressed against your stomach and reach out to stroke him through his sweatpants.

“Darling” he says hoarsely looking up at you.

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t start anything we won’t be able to finish.”

You chuckle at his pained expression mixed with arousal. “I want you to finish it tonight.” You guide his hand over your soaked panties.

His breath stalls for a second. It’s been two goddamn months since you two had sex besides the few orals and handjobs. It was literally a torture because nothing compares to being buried deep inside you and hearing your loud moans of his name. “Are you sure?”  

“Yes.” you gasp when he runs a finger down your slit. “My recovery period is up, the doctor gave the clearance.” 

Heat and lust clouds his vision as he pushes you back down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He moves to slide your panties down your legs. Latching onto your breast again he trails his fingers up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your delicate folds rubbing the pad of his thumb on your clit in slow circles. Your back arches when he slides in two thick fingers. A loud moan escapes from your mouth which he knows all too well. Your fingers weave through his soft curls as you grind against his fingers.

He curls his fingers inside you hitting that spongy spot and you start to cum, spurting milk in his mouth. Tom continues to rub your pussy wringing the last bit of pleasure out of you to give you the relief you needed. 

“Feel better?”

“A lot.” you pant.

When you come down from your high you push down his sweatpants along with his boxers freeing his thick and hard cock. Tom grabs himself by the head and rubs it between your pussy lips. It slides easily with how wet you are.

“Oh my god.” you moan when he strokes your swollen nub.

Slowly he pushes the tip inside you and you hiss out at the stretch. “Does it hurt?” his brows draw in with concern.

“No! Just go on.” you say urgently.

A groan escapes his mouth as he sinks inside you slowly filling you to the brim. “Shit so tight!” Your warm velvety walls feel like a hot furnace around him. “Oh God I don't think I'm going to last more than ten seconds.” 

“I feel so full, Tom. Really didn’t think it would feel this good.” you blabbered in your lust filled haze.

Tom stills inside you, slightly surprised. “You didn’t think it would be good?”

“I pushed out two babies.” you state out plainly looking down at your body. 

Tom’s gaze softens as he realizes about your insecurity with your body but he wants you to see the way he sees you— strong and beautiful who brought his children in this world. His fingers intertwine with yours as he pins your hands beside your head. “You're perfect, love.” he kisses the tip of your nose. “This pussy is perfect, so warm and wet. I'm in heaven baby.” And thrusts his hips forward to prove it to you making you both moan. 

You clench around him in response and clamp around him tighter. Tom closes his eyes and takes some deep breaths to gain some control so that he doesn't come right away. He then begins to move, setting a steady pace. Hard in, slow out, going deeper with each stroke.

Your breasts rub against his hard chest with every thrust doubling your pleasure. “I'm close.” You whisper and he crashes his mouth to your as your tongues collide against each other greedily. This is it, the love and passion you have for each other. He never felt so connected to you as he does when he is deep inside you, smelling the scent of your skin and hair, the way your legs wrapped around him as he covers your body with his. 

You cry against his mouth as both of you climax together wrapped in each other's arms. After the pleasure of your orgasms subsides Tom collapses next to you breathing hard.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.” he mumbles into the mattress. You run a hand down his spine and squeeze his ass. His dick jolts awake with renewed enthusiasm.

“Make it five.” you laugh.

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[usergarfields]

HNGHHH I JUST LOVE THIS SO MUCH

as it was

pairing ➳ tasm!peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ mentions of death, angst, strong language.

w.c. ➳ 2.6k

summary ➳ after the death of uncle ben, peter figured he couldn’t bear to lose any more loved ones so he pushed you away. seems you cannot be replaced

this is a highschool!au for @spidervee’s april is for aus event. i hope this isn’t too rushed ahhh

Everything changed after the misfortunate event of uncle Ben’s death. Peter wasn’t as he was since that day. You knew nothing was the same as it was.

His shoulders were always slumped and the world seemed to weigh him down as the days passed. Even Flash had withdrawn from giving him a hard time. Peter used to meet you everyday, either at your apartment or in school– whence he was running late– with a flower or a coffee. It used to be a routine but now as you shut your locker, you missed the smile that played on your boyfriend’s lips when he saw you. The way his eyes would light up without a miss. It all made you feel special but now you felt selfish, wanting to have nothing more than one glance from the brunette who seemed busy on his phone. He wasn’t paying attention to you or the screen, probably too lost in his own thoughts.

You cleared your throat but Peter remained indifferent, “Peter? Let’s get to class.”

“Right behind you.” He muttered.

You sighed and made your way to your first class, checking once in a while if the sullen teenager was indeed following.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to get Peter to talk, or for him to feel better. It’s all you wanted but in honesty, you never knew loss like Peter did. Still you tried your best to make him feel your presence, every day that he agreed to be at your place, or have you at his. He was busier than before and you noticed the various bruises lining his features.

You brought it up one day when he was sitting on the carpeted floor of your room, nose buried into the Physics book. You sat down beside him, placing your hand over his, which was fidgeting with the pen. He looked up at you, and then immediately down, avoiding your eyes.

“Peter?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He nodded, still keeping his face shielded with his hood.

You gently pulled it back and cupped his cheek with your hand to make him look at you and you gasped as he did. His face was littered with cuts and the black eye really worried you but he pulled back from your touch quickly, “Peter, how did you-”

You started to only be cut off by Peter mid-sentence, “I said I was fine.”

His cold demeanor wasn’t a new concept but you just couldn’t take it anymore. All you wanted was to talk to him. And before you knew it, you were yelling out, “That doesn’t look fine!”

Peter’s expressions softened a little, your eyes were filled with concern even though your tone indicated differently, “Don’t worry about it, (Y/n).”

“I can’t not worry about it, Peter.” You sighed, “You’ve been impossibly far and I-I’m worried about you.”

“(Y/n), I-” Peter found himself speechless at your words but was saved by you continuing your own monologue.

“Where have you been going? May tells me you come home super late and I-I just wish I knew what you were going through but if you need to talk to me, I’m here. I want you to know that I’d always-”

Your ramble was interrupted by the book being closed shut. You looked up from your lap to find Peter packing up his stuff, “I gotta go.”

He got up without another word, slinging his bag over his shoulder. You followed him up to the door, getting hold of his hand to try to make him stay, “Can we just talk? Please.”

He pulled his arm out of your grasp, looking around to you one last time, “You should worry about yourself more than about me.”

After that evening, you didn’t get to see your boyfriend– you weren’t even sure if that’s what you were supposed to call him anymore– for as long as four days. The next time you witnessed Peter in the hallway, you avoided him like the virus.

Then you rarely saw Peter anymore. He would either be out of school, doing whatever he did, or even if you did stumble upon an opportunity, the doe-eyed boy brought something in the way and excused himself. It seemed like there was nothing to say between you and him anymore.

Peter, however, had concluded that his powers were as much of a curse as a blessing after he was snatched of the one person he had fallen for.

He told himself that he’d done good by letting you go. That by letting you slip through his fingers, he was keeping you safe from danger. He was keeping you safe from the consequences that were faced by people who made the grave mistake of loving him.

On the other hand, you were unaware of how long this silence between you and Peter would prevail. One thing you were sure about was that you missed him deeply. Even though you haven’t seen him in over a month. Sure, you saw him in the hallways here and there and even caught him looking at you in a few classes that you shared, but that didn’t mean that the two of you shared words. Peter was still distant but you were starting to feel like you would be okay if he never talked to you, or so you told yourself.

You made your way into the Public Library and went straight to the novels section. Today was not going to be about Peter. You surfed through the ‘Adventure’ section for a mere distraction until your eyes fell on a rather appealing book. You picked it up and examined it before deciding this was it.

The gravity of the situation was holding Peter back from meeting your eyes even though you were sitting so far from him. You probably hadn’t even noticed him sitting three rows across from you in the library. You were busy reading your book and Peter, not wanting to draw attention, sat stiffly on his chair without moving a muscle.

Three hours later, with no progress done on his work, Peter was finally looking for a chance to leave the place when you got up and walked to one of the shelves, giving him a perfect opportunity. He rushed to place the book clutched into his hands in its original place before making his way out.

Peter didn’t have any big plans for the day so he spent his day going around the city, making sure everyone was safe and enjoying the warm pleasant day. A few stars were lining up the sky when Peter saw you again, walking through the streets of Queens, with the same book you were reading in your hands. He found you still occupied with it, as your eyes roamed the pages.

“You know, you shouldn’t read and walk.” Spider-man landed in front of you suddenly, making you jump as you looked up at him.

“I- uh, sorry, I didn’t notice you…” You chuckled nervously, looking at the masked vigilante. You didn’t expect to find a superhero in the middle of the street on a peculiar day.

“Just take care of where you’re going.” Peter said, suddenly losing all sass as he looked at you softly, thankful for the mask covering his face, “I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

“Thanks,” you gave him a smile, “that’s really sweet of you.”

“It’s my responsibility.” He shrugged, walking backwards a few steps, and you assumed he was leaving until he waved you over, “Aren’t you coming?”

You rushed after him, placing your pointer finger to mark the page in your book. This was obviously unprecedented. You walked beside Spider-man, matching your steps with his as a silence fell between the two of you.

“It’s okay for me to walk you, right?” You heard Spider-man say just before it could get awkward, “The place is really dangerous at night. Not that you need me to protect you!” He waved his hands around in the air, “I’m sure you’re capable to-”

“It’s okay, Spider-man.” You chuckled softly. Sure, you’d been starstruck because of meeting the friendly neighborhood superhero out of the blue but there was something oddly familiar about the guy. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you but for a moment a possibility that Peter was- no! Peter can’t be Spider-man. You shook the thoughts out of your head, concentrating back to whatever Spider-man was saying.

“And it’s always a pleasure to walk with a pretty girl like you.”

You felt your cheeks warm up at his comment as you mustered up a small smile.

The two of you stopped in front of your apartment building, “This is me.” You smiled at him, pointing to the building.

“Well, then.” Spider-man took a few steps away from you, even though Peter didn’t want to leave, “I should get going.”

“Yeah,” You nodded and looked at him simply standing there, “you must be really busy.”

“Sometimes.” He said, reciprocating your nod, then retraced his steps, “Actually, can I talk to you about something?”

“Oh, sure.” You said, lips parted in surprise. What could a superhero possibly want to talk to you about?

“Can we go somewhere… more private?” He looked around and said.

“Um where could we-”

“The roof? I can take you.”

“Well, the lift is broken and the stairs creak a lot so I think-” Before you could complete your sentence, Spider-man was already wrapping his arm around you. The next second, the ground disappeared from beneath your feet and you were in the air, being pulled up as a shriek escaped your mouth.

Spider-man held you securely until the two of you were on the roof of your apartment building. You were clinging to him like your life depended on it, and it kinda did for you, even though Peter obviously knew he wouldn’t have let you fall.

You opened your eyes when you sensed him standing and pulled away completely, detaching yourself from the maskhead, “What do you think you’re doing!?”

“I’m sorry, just please hear me out (Y/n)-”

“No! You freak! Stay away from me.” You warned, taking a few steps back from him as your hand went into your pocket to search for your phone “I will call the police.”

Peter’s hand quickly went to his mask and pulled it off, holding his hands up in surrender. “(Y/n), it’s just me, it’s me. Don’t call the cops.”

“Peter…” All air left your lungs as you trailed off, watching what couldn’t have been, happen right in front of your eyes.

“(Y/n), I-”

“You’re Spider-man? Why are you here? Were you stalking me?” You asked, sounding colder than you intended to.

“I thought I’d-”

“I thought you didn’t want us to see each other anymore, why would you be here?” You muttered.

“I wanted to talk to you, (Y/n), please.” Peter pleaded.

“Well, I don’t. You should go back.” You sighed, turning away from him to leave but his hand grabbed your wrist before you could go.

“Just give me one more chance.” Peter whispered into your ear softly after a moment, making you turn around to face him.

“You left me, Peter. You went away and you left me alone.” You reasoned.

“I tried to push you away. I tried to protect you, I busied myself with work and Spider-man but I can’t do this anymore. I cannot replace you even though I tried.” Peter sobbed, panting heavily and you just stared at him. The wind was cool against your face, which was burning as your eyes welled with tears.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around anything that was happening. Peter really was Spider-man. Why was he telling you this now, “W-why are you telling me this now?”

“(Y/n), I’m the biggest idiot for pushing you away, I thought I was protecting you by pushing you away, and some part of me was protecting myself from the hurt. I-If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” Peter’s voice transcended to a mere whisper. He felt as if he’d lost all his powers then and there, stripped off of whatever pride he held and the longer you remained silent, the weaker he felt.

You saw the tears in Peter’s eyes and let out a broken chuckle, “I thought you just stopped loving me.”

The brunette shook his head promptly, “Never. Not for one second.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Peter watched the reflection of the moon in your eyes, “You did what you had to.” You nodded to yourself, “And I can’t stay angry with you for long.”

A little hope ignited within Peter at your words, “I don’t want you to be angry with me.” He took a few steps towards you.

“But it can’t go back to the way it was.” You quickly uttred, feeling your throat tighten when Peter stopped in his tracks.

As much as you wanted his arms around you, you couldn’t forget how much it hurt to not have him around. You feared it would go back to him avoiding you.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said, fiddling with his mask, “for everything.”

You gave him a little smile and held out the palm of your hand, “Truce?”

“Truce.” Peter gave you a little smile as he shook your hand.

And as soon as Peter was out of sight, you rushed back inside, down the stairs until you were in your room. You slammed the door shut, not paying mind to your mom’s call to make sure you were alright. The answer wouldn’t have been pleasing to her anyway.

You tried to steady your breathing, sitting at the edge of your bed, thinking about your encounter with Peter. All his injuries seemed obvious to you now that you knew that he donned a spandex suit and went out to save the world.

Peter was Spider-man. He was the one who saved everyone, the one who fought robbers everyday, the one who got into a dangerous fight with the creepy lizard you’d heard about a few days ago. The boy who didn’t know he needed saving himself was the one who protected the whole neighborhood.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an impatient knock on the window. You looked around to find Spider-man, Peter, perched up on your fire escape and rushed to open it for him, “Did you… did you forget something?”

He crawled inside and took off his mask, discarding it to the floor, “I did.” Was all he said before striding towards you, just to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in for a kiss.

And you kissed him back. How could you not when it was all that you wanted. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as if you needed him to breathe.

Peter kissed you hungrily yet tenderly. You could have melted into it but you kept up with the pace, biting his bottom lip gently, drawing a soft whimper from him.

When the two of you parted, resting your foreheads against the other’s, you opened your eyes to meet his, and he was already looking at you. Both of you shared a little smile,

“Can I stay-”

“You should stay-”

The two of you said at the same time, making each other laugh, “Yeah, I would like that.” Peter muttered softly, pulling you in for another kiss.

And everything would eventually be the same as it was. It has to be when it’s just the two of you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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PLS THIS IS SO CUTE SKJKDSDF

Hey hun can u write a blurb abt kids just interacting with their fam I just want those moments they spend with their grandparents and uncles and them fighting to know whose their fav😂 love you sooo much💖💖💖

I'm in a weird writing slump lately. Hope you like this.

Match made in Hell (series)

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

“Grandma!” Nathan and Nailah squealed, launching themselves to hug their grandma around her waist.

“Hello my loves!” She said with a wide smile taking a step back to keep her balance. “You've grown so big." 

"Mom said I've grown 5cm." Nathan informed her proudly. 

"That's good sweetheart." she said. "now let's go inside your baby sister is waiting to meet you.” 

Hearing that they dashed inside the house. “Don't run you two!” you called out from behind. 

“Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you dear.” she said pulling you in a hug. 

"It's good to see you too." You smiled widely in return. 

“Hi mum.” Tom said leaning down and kissing his mother's cheek. 

“Tom, I hope you're helping Y/N with the kids?”

“Mum, I'm always helping.” Tom huffed. 

“Yes, he tries his best but most of the time those two outsmart him and succeed in getting their own way.” you snickered teasing him.

“Those two little hellions can outsmart anyone,” he said.

“Not me.” you argued. 

“Oh hush now the two of you!" his mother said."I’m not hearing a word against my grandchildren. They are the sweetest kids in the whole world. Now don’t just keep standing at the doorway and get inside.” 

Once in a month the whole family gathers at Tom's parents house in Chigwell for a family dinner especially now when the family is slowly growing. You could see Harrison and Grace near the patio doors. It's been four years since they got married and now they've an adorable three year old son Leo who is happily chasing around Nathan and Nailah. 

Then there's Harry and Isabelle on the couch with their baby girl Adrianne who just turned one month old. Sam was in the kitchen preparing the food with Paddy helping him. 

“Hey Izzie, how are you?" you asked and then looked down at Adrianne nestled in her mother's arms. "And how is my baby girl doing?” You cooed and she gave you a wide, toothless smile. 

“We're good though she has been keeping us up at night lately.”

“Ah, I know their sleep schedule is unpredictable in the first few months." You said, relating to her problem. "And I had two when one woke up, the other was asleep. We took turns at night feeding them. It will get better soon, don't worry.” you assured her. 

“Where is the baby? Where is the baby?” Nathan and Nailah jumped up and down beside you excited. 

"Careful, you two. Be gentle." You reminded them. 

“She's so cute!” Nailah exclaimed as she held out a finger and Adrianne grabbed it in her little fist. 

“And so soft!” Nathan said gently touching her chubby cheeks. 

“Can I hold her? Please.” Nailah looked at you with puppy eyes. 

“No, Leah, she's too small you won't be able to handle her.” you told her. 

“It's okay Y/N let her hold her." Isabelle said and her face brightened. "Come here Leah.” 

Nailah sat down on the couch beside her aunt and Isabelle placed a cushion on her lap. Then she picked up Adrianne from her lap and laid her on the cushion. 

Place your hand below her head. She told Nailah as she did the same. For some time she looked at her baby cousin in awe but then she turned to you with a thoughtful expression and asked. 

“Mommy, where do babies come from?”

“Umm…” you were clearly caught off guard as you heard Tom clear his throat loudly. The boys were grinning like idiots. 

“Daddy?” she looked at Tom with big, curious eyes and like you he was currently at a loss of words. 

"Well you see Leah it's when your mom and dad…" Harrison began smiling cheekily. 

"Haz!" Tom barked out glaring daggers at him and then softened his gaze as he looked at Nailah. "Don't listen to him, love."

“I think it's time for a footy match in the backyard.” Harry said to change the topic. 

“Yeah Nate loves soccer.” you added. 

“It's football mom.” Nathan corrected you, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

“Yeah keep up darling you're in London now.” Tom teased. 

“I beg your pardon my lord for the grave mistake I committed.” You said mockingly with a fake British accent.

Soon after everyone was in the backyard. Two goal posts had been set for the game. The teams were divided as follows :

Harry and Paddy with Nathan. Tom, Harrison and Sam with Nailah. Harrison was holding his three year old as he played. 

You were comfortably seated with the ladies on the garden chairs sipping tea and watched them run and kick the ball around. At present the score was tied six all.

The older Holland twins were caught in a battle to steal the ball from each other when Paddy said something in Nathan’s ears probably to wait for the right moment. 

And just then the ball flew towards them as he gave him a left footed pass. Nathan ran along with the ball towards the net and swung his right onto the ball scoring a goal.

“We won!” you heard him shout in joy as he thrust his little fists up in the air.

“Good job bud!” Paddy ruffled his hair and picked him up, holding him up in a superman pose as he ran in front of you all. You held your hands up to give him a high five.

"Uncle Paddy you are the best!" Nathan squealed. And the boys perked up when they heard him.

"C'mon bud I know you love me the most." Harry said.

"Oh don't be a jealous sod now Harry." Paddy retorted.

"Whatever I know I'm Nailah's favorite am I not love? I made your favorite cake." Sam looked at Nailah who was busy eating the chocolate cake her uncle made.

"You're bribing her you prat!" Harry accused.

"Oh come now" Harrison interrupted. "it has always been me after all I'm their godfather."

"I like uncle Paddy he plays with us." Nailah said finally as the boys looked at her dumbly and Tom couldn't stop laughing at the back.

[usergarfields]

GIRL THIS IS LICH RALLY SO CUTE

"I usually hate the holiday season, but it’s a little more bearable with you.” with arvin

the fact that it’s spring-

pairing : arvin russell x reader

winter blurbs masterlist ❄️

arvin had a tough childhood. he never really shared stuff from his past with people who weren’t lenora, his grandma or his uncle earskell. but he hadn’t been in touch with them since so long, he’d forgotten what his grandma’s famous dishes tasted like.

he was alone for quite some time before he met you at a diner. it was your first day at the job, your mom had, however, protested for you to work but the pay was good and you needed money to get you into college.

as you smiled at arvin from behind the counter, something inside the boy snapped and he could feel his heart speed up as you wrote down his order in your notepad, “be back with it in a minute, hon.” you smiled again before disappearing from his sight. but as you returned with a tray in your hands, the brunette wasted no time in asking you for your name, “oh, it’s (y/n).” you muttered meekly, “what about you?”

“i’m arvin.” he gave you a smile, though not a very bright one. he looked at you for a minute and you wondered if he was feeling okay.

“aren’t you gonna eat your food?” you chuckled, pointing to the sandwich and coffee that were resting in front of him untouched.

“you free anytime soon?”

and that’s how he asked you to go out with him. after that day, arvin was pretty much everyday there at your workplace, sometimes for food, sometimes to give you flowers. not even your diner owner’s disapproving stares could stop him.

arvin was completely falling for you after a few months of you both knowing each other but he had taken his time opening up to you. he never thought one day he could be this open about his past with anyone, but it came naturally when he was with you. so when you asked him about his family one day, all he could do was tell you nothing but the truth.

and you listened to him, running your fingers through his hair once in a while to calm him down.

months passed like this but your feelings could only grow stronger for the dark-haired boy. until you realised that what you felt for him was none other than the infamous ‘love’.

one crisp wintry december evening, you sat at the porch of his new house. it was a nice place, albeit very little and old, it was enough for the two of you. arvin was sitting on a rocking chair, just like his mother used to do. but this time you were on his arm as his head rested upon your shoulder.

“y’know?” he mumbled, making you look back at him, eyes leaving the falling snowflakes, “i usually hate the holiday season, but it’s a little more bearable with you.”

it was thence that you realised that you loved him.

you gave him a soft smile, “stop with the flattery, arv, i already love you.”

arvin blushed at your straightforwardness. in all honesty he’d been waiting for the day he could say those words to you, never saying it before because he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

“i love you too, darlin’.” he smiled, loving the way it sounded. and on that day, arvin realised that he was definite of one thing for his whole life, that he would never get tired of saying that to you.

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[usergarfields]

“i’m sorry, there’s only one room available.”

“who did this to you?”

“come on, i’ll bandage you up.

“can you pretend to be my date? i’m trying to make my ex jealous.”

“ you’re my best friend. i’ve always loved you.”

“i would never fall for you.”

“shut up and kiss me.” “come over here and make me.”

“THEN WHY DID YOU DO IT” BECAUSE I LOVE YOU”

[usergarfields]

girl this is just too cute and amazing

always waiting (for you to come home)

summary: you knock on peter’s window after a rough night of patrolling.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: lil suggestive !! (explicit language). injury and blood. slight angst, tooth rotting fluff (??) swearing. post no way home…but !! not following canon, tony stark and may are alive and well <3

notes: dedicating this to @t-lostinworlds the absolute sweetest for making this gif :“) this is a repost from my previous account. I didn’t rewrite this one like the others !! hope this is still as loved as it used to be !! thank you <33

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