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I can't wait for writers to torture their characters (more) after TTPD comes out

#it's me #I'm writers #ttpd #taylor swift

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me every day without fail: I'll do [chore] when I get home

me when I get home:

#it's like looking in a mirror

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#i will die if I don't get this kind of bookshelf #:') #it's so beautiful

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Ah march 15th. The ides of march. Also known for Caesar’s midknife crisis

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tumblr needs a hug button. sometimes you wanna just give a mutual a hug

#🫂

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I want to give Aunt May a hug! 🥺🫂 Ugh Peter is such a menace

hi hi for the winter blurbs: mcu!Peter, prompt list 1: 6&8 (idk if I sent it right but you get it)

you sent it right bestie 🥰

pairing: mcu!peter x reader

winter blurbs 3.0 ❄️ | 3.0 masterlist ❄️

“one normal christmas, that’s all i wanted.”

usually peter found his aunt, may, to be pretty chill. never ever scolding him even for silly mistakes. not even the time he tried to cook popcorn for movie night and almost burnt the house. but right now she looked fed up, almost worried.

it was only fair, she had been working her ass off at feast and it got pretty tough around the holiday season what with the freezing winter and snowfall.

plus he’d given her more than one reason to be mad. he was barely home– going on patrols anytime he wasn’t busy with homework. he often forgot to bring back groceries that may had asked him to and now he had messed up the postcards. she had reminded him four times to post them before the twenty third so that the cards reached everyone on time, but now it was the evening of twenty fourth and all the postcards were kept on the table, untouched since they had been left by her.

peter felt guilt eating at him as he apologised to her.

she sighed, looking at her nephew’s saddened expression, “it’s fine. i guess it’s fine if the cards are a few days late.” she gave him a kind look, returning to her usual self.

“are you sure because i can-” peter stumbled upon his words before getting cut off mid sentence from the sound of the doorbell ringing. the brunette stared at the door for a second before hopping up quickly, “i’ll get it.”

opening the door, he found you with a big grin and two bags in your hands, “merry christmas eve!” you grinned and instantly your arms were around peter. he noticed the snowfall outside and quickly invited you in.

“did you walk here in this cold weather?” your boyfriend asked, his eyes wide and you shrugged.

“cold never bothered me anyway.” you chuckled and went over to greet may and she smiled as you hugged her.

peter’s heart swelled when he noticed how you’d managed to completely change the whole mood of the room just by being in it. you handed one of the bags to may, “i got you a christmas sweater!”

his aunt smiled, taking the bag from your hands and digging in. she pulled out a grey sweater with a red banner in front that read ‘it’s the time to be jolly’ and the twelve reindeers dragging santa’s sleigh. may laughed, looking at the sweater, “thank you, sweetie. you didn’t have to do this.”

“except that i absolutely did!” you grinned and pulled out another sweater from the second bag, “and i got one for peter too.” this one was a green one with lots of candy canes and snowmen printed over it.

peter reached out to take the sweater from your hands and smiled at it, “thanks, i really love this.”

you looked at the postcards placed on the table and then the two of them, “i’m sorry if i interrupted you guys… what were you talking about-”

“nothing important! it was nothing important.” peter quickly interjected, punctuating his sentence with an awkward chuckle, “anyway… how about we go make some hot chocolate?”

“and watch some nice movies! may, you should totally join us.” you smiled at her, taking off your coat to reveal your own red christmas sweater, a huge christmas tree with glimmering lights upon it, making peter laugh.

thankfully, may agreed to your suggestion and the three of you sat on the couch, each with a cup of hot chocolate, spending the best christmas eve– as peter would claim later– and the postcards stayed forgotten for one more day.

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#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic recs

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#DAMNNNNNN #OMG #nanami kento #i have unholy thoughts

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why does it cost money

#seriously why 😭

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This was an emotional rollercoaster and I'm glad I was tall enough to ride it 🥹

read ur masterlist all night yesterday and wanted to ask if u still do peter requests? if so could u write one ab reader still coping w losing peter during infinity war (like she’s still having nightmares ab it) and peter assures her that it’s okay and that he’s there :((( ffh and nwh never happened as well ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 biggg thanks mwah

this kinda sad :( also, real sorry for so much delay.

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.

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the new home was warm and comfy. not as comfy as peter but still. it had been five years. five years down the drain for you and him. it was hard to believe that he was still nineteen while you were twenty-three, almost twenty-four as your birthday approached.

you smiled gently at may every time you found her sitting on the couch, reading a self-help book or when you found her in the kitchen, making something of peter’s favorite. when peter was out on his patrols, you helped her in the kitchen or around the house, sometimes just watching her favorite reality show on tv.

your family had been one of those that didn’t ‘blip’ and even though now everyone was “saved” with little to no damage– now that the avengers were back together and helping the people settle back into this ‘new world’ that had become– you didn’t feel so secure.

when you first saw peter, you didn’t believe he was real, how could you. what were you supposed to say to him, welcome back? you’d went through a lot these past few years, graduating college, trying to find a new job and a new apartment. you couldn’t get yourself to try to find someone else, someone new. at first you were afraid of replacing your first love. the support group you joined– after being forced by your parents– helped you a lot with that, yet you found yourself avoiding situations with any person that could lead up to a relationship.

you didn’t want to lose another person. you couldn’t.

you cried at nights, holding your fist over your mouth just to make sure your parents didn’t hear you. they had enough on their plates, having lost their friends and colleagues and parents.

when you first saw him, breathing and standing in front of you, those soft, brown eyes filled with tears to the brim, it felt like a piece of your heart returned to your chest. you didn’t know how to approach him, just standing there frozen, with a parted mouth. peter did what was needed and kissed you, his mouth tasting of copper. neither of you could mind the cut over his lip as the need to touch and feel what you’d lost prevailed.

you held each other and cried, not caring if the blood from his forehead transferred to yours.

it felt the same after four months. peter didn’t talk much but every night he loved to hold you and listen to your stories of what had happened in the past five years. he could tell you skipped over the bad parts, only telling him about the new friends you’d made and what new movies and songs you wanted to share with him.

it was hard for the boy to realise how much you’ve been through these past five years– for him it had felt like a few moments before he woke up; but for you, it was five years. saying that didn’t do justice because those were 60 months. 1827 days you’d gone without him. he didn’t believe he could go on for so long.

‘if’ was the word he used to comfort you with as he held you through the anxiety attacks. ‘if i could turn back time,’ ‘if i was there to hold you always, i would have,’ ‘if i had a choice now, i would have never left that bus.’ he mumbled as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

you had a habit of forcing a hand against your mouth when you sobbed at nights but peter held it in his, gently stroking your fingers as he let you wail against his chest, never caring if you ruined however many of his shirts.

he was over at your new apartment on the nights you weren’t at his place. you had started keeping your window open for him again, just like you did in your late teens.

peter slipped inside your room one such night, finding you fast asleep. he quickly changed into a set of his clothes that you’d already kept on a chair in the room. he admired you, getting in bed beside you. his arm automatically wrapped around yours and you snuggled into him in your subconscious state. he pressed his face against your hair and breathed in, getting used to the coconut-y smell of your new shampoo now.

everything was so different but it was okay. as long as peter could hold you again.

#nidhi 🍪 #peter parker fic recs #this doesn't make sense ik #it's too early in the morning

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My favourite bits:

"I hit a billboard"

"no fuck?"

No Benny, say that as much as you want!

Please this is so funny tho😭

Hello, i hope you are doing great. Can you write something where Peter is hurt and the reader is taking care of him but suddenly he swears and their son hears it and starts repeating it.

i like this one

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

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“where spidey junior?” peter hissed through the pain, trying to divert his mind from the throbbing he felt as you cleaned the cuts right over his rib.

“sleeping.” you assured, wincing with him as you cleaned the numerous cuts, “said he missed you at dinner.”

“i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to dinner.” peter gave you a sad smile but you quickly shook your head.

“don’t worry. i read him his favorite story book in ‘dada voice’.” you chuckled, making peter join you, then wince at the antiseptic you put over a cut at his collarbone.

“i’ll make up to him tomorrow.” peter nodded to himself as you put a bandaid on his cut.

“i know you will.” you smiled and held his face gently, expecting any more cuts other than the ones you could see on his forehead. your hand must have brushed against a bump on his head because he gasped in slight pain the next second.

“fuck!”

you quickly removed your hand, letting him inspect the spot himself, “uhm, everything okay?”

he nodded and relaxed, “got thrown against a billboard.” saying that, peter sounded as casual as he did the day he told you that your two year old climbed up the wall.

“fuck.” your eyes widened at the new source of voice. such a little voice it could only have belonged to a three year old boy named ben. your child.

peter wore the same expression as you as he pulled the covers up over his spider-man suit which was resting on his waist, “ben-”

“mommy, what’s a fuck?” the little boy padded over to you, rubbing his eyes.

you pursed your lips, looking at your husband as you held back a laugh, whereas he looked horrified at having taught his son a word he didn’t really mean to.

the little boy spread out his arms and you held him, keeping him in your lap as you settled on the edge of the bed, “why aren’t you asleep, benny?”

you asked, rocking your toddler back and forth as you tried to lull him to sleep.

“dada said fuck.” he looked up at you with sleepy eyes and you couldn’t hold back a laugh this time.

peter looked at you apologetically, “n-no, ben. i didn’t! i said fu-dge.” peter smiled deliberately wide, making you chuckle.

“come on, let’s get you back to bed, sweetie.” you carried ben over to his room, placing him in his crib, “now close those heavy eyes.” you cooed at him, watching the doe brown eyes fall shut at your request.

you smiled, feeling peter sneak up behind you as he kissed your neck. you let him wrap his arms around you as you watched your little boy sleep before pulling peter with you to go back to your room.

“i’m a horrible father.” peter whined, burying his face in your neck as soon as you shut the door to your room. you chucked, “stop laughing at me.”

“i’m not laughing at you, no.” you shook your head gently, “you both are so alike honestly.” you smiled softly, running your hands through his messy, yet soft hair.

“please don’t tell him what ‘fuck’ means-”

you laughed again, dragging peter carefully towards your bed, “peter, he’s three. he was half asleep. he’ll probably forget what even happened by tomorrow.”

“if you say so...” peter replied, feeling little to no reassured at your statement.

when next morning came, peter was in the kitchen, making a breakfast for his family. it was his way of making up for missing dinner. he hummed a soft tune– may’s favorite song as he remembered– as he made ben’s favorite chocolate chip pancakes.

it was a few minutes later when you carried little ben to the kitchen area, letting him down as he ran to hug his dad. you took over the pancakes as peter re-bonded with ben.

the laughter from your husband and your kid was enough to brighten your morning as you plated the pancakes with a side of sliced up banana.

you seated yourself beside him as peter blowed over the pancakes– not wanting the little one to burn his mouth or anything– as he cut up a little piece of it.

the second ben at the pancake, his eyes widened with happiness and peter smiled proudly, “how’s that, benny boy?”

“fuck!” your little boy gave a toothy grin, making peter’s smile fall.

“ben no-” peter facepalmed and ben eyed his dad in confusion before he turned to you.

you chuckled and held his little face as he mumbled, “no fuck?”

you shook your head as peter spoke for you, “we don’t say that word, ben.”

“dada, you said fuck.” ben pointed out, looking at the brunette with curious eyes.

“i clearly made a mistake.” your husband sighed.

“fuck?”

peter’s head dropped, as he felt there was nothing else he could do.

unless he asked doctor strange to wipe the word from ben’s mind.

#nidhi 🍪 #peter parker #peter parker fic recs

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The day I go to therapy, it's over for you bitches

#does councelling count? #because if so then it's true #i was so right about myself 😭 #shanica says

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@academia-lucifer

#when will this be my life?

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of course that character lives in my brain rent free do i look like a fucking landlord to you?

#nanamin #who else other than him

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je suis struggling

#oui

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Just joined the widow club (my fictional husband died)

#iykyk #jjk #jjk spoilers #nanamin #😭😭😭 #shanica says #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen

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Me too! I've missed you too! I've been so busy and I haven't talked to my moots much, so I just thought to check in on you! I hope you're doing well <3

I know! I haven't been here in almost 2 years🥹 hope you're doing well too!!

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What op said

NO NO STOP THIS. GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? I'M NOT TALKING TO ANYONE ANYMORE IMMA BRACE THAT WIDOW LIFE

he needs to be remembered. keep the fics coming, imma need it and the coping methods as well.

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