#tasm headcannon

[mrshipsmcgee]

How do you think Peter would propose? I'd feel like he'd go all out but would also be so nervous 🥺🥺🥺

Abby HEY! I love this… so so so much. And I love you so so so much ;)

Warning: mentions of booboos and stitches and love, ew!

- Peter Parker had bought a ring the day after your first date because he knew that there was no one else in the world that got him the way you did.

- He had told May about the ring after only two months into the two of you more than casually dating and May agreed on that fact that you two were seemingly made for one another. She had loved you from the very start. She knew it would be you that her Peter would spend the rest of his days with.

- Peter waited for a moment, a chance where he felt that the time was just beautiful enough - just magical enough to warrant a proposal to the person of his dreams. Even though he waited for the perfect moment, it didn’t come. Nothing felt right.. nothing felt quite good enough to ask you to marry him.

- And then one day the moment hit him.. not a by-the-book magical moment happened, but one moment filled to the brim with true love, full admiration.

- He sat bloodied in between your splayed legs as you stitch up his newest wounds. “Jesus, Pete,” you hiss, needle threading the twine between his split skin.

- he smirks, letting out a breathy chuckle as he watches you carefully tend to his wounds. “You take such good care of me,” he smiles as sweat drops down his forehead, his gut twisting into knots as he thinks of the ring in the drawer of his bedside table. He imagines how the rock would sparkle on your finger the next time you’d need to stitch him up.

- “Yeah,” you nod, “Maybe I take such good care of your dumbass because I love you - I dunno though.”

- He laughs - belly laughs, drawing your attention from the open wound to his honey eyes, “Well, I would have to say that I love you more.”

- You scoff, “No fucking way.”

- “Yes way!” He lets out a nervous giggle followed by a pained hiss.

- “Shit,” you reply, watching as his brows curve into a pained arch - “Don’t make yourself bleed more trying to say you love me more when you already know that I love you more.”

- Peter nods his head towards the beside table, nervously giggling through his pain, “That drawer says otherwise.”

- You open the drawer, a velvet box stared back at you. “Peter,” you choke, eyes darting back to his loving gaze.

- A goofy smile is plastered across his face as he bites his tongue, nodding toward the drawer, “Be a doll and hand me that box.”

- You oblige, sitting the box on his Spidersuit-covered thigh, not knowing whether or not to stare at Peter or the box.

- his glove covered finger opens the box, his eyes meet yours again.

- “Peter,” you whisper.

- “I’ve had this for a long time now,” he says plainly, eyes flickering as he licks his lips. “I’ve known since the first day that-that you and me were supposed to be together. I - I’ve wanted to do this for so long now that I don’t even know what to say.” He looks away, down towards the ring. “But what I do know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I- I want to be the reason why you laugh.. and- and I want to take care of you.. start a life with you and start a family.. and grow old with you right beside me, calling me a dumbass and making fun of me until the day we die.”

- He holds the box in his hand, “Would you marry me?”

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

thinking about peter trying to teach you something for class but you are too distracted by him (idk if it did this right)

peter tries so hard to help you succeed because he loves you so much, and how could he not help his baby out when she's struggling?? especially when he's acing organic chemistry, and you are very clearly not.

since peter's always over, or vice versa, it was easy to incorporate an hour of tutoring. he would whip out the textbooks, the notebooks, and even old tests of his to show you how he went through each question.

and while you absolutely loved his company, organic chemistry is extremely boring. how do you distract yourself? by romantically staring at your boyfriend in front of you. duh!!

god his arms...

he was wearing a plain old t-shirt, but peter had the habit of making simple attire look so good. the way the sleeve of the shirt squeezes his muscles...sighhhh.

your distracted state was visible, because peter had to stop his explanation and call out your name to catch your attention. causing you to jump.

"were you listening to anything i just said?"

"oh-uh yeah totally!"

"uh huh, okay...then what was it?"

your face starts to warm at being caught red handed. peter can't help but chuckle, "yeah that's what i thought, bug."

it only took another fifteen minutes of studying for peter to finally come to a deal with you. 'if you could actively pay attention and not eye fuck him for the next ten minutes, then you'll get a kiss'.

and suddenly, organic chemistry became the most interesting thing you've ever heard.

#llftd 300 follower celebration #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker x reader #fluff #andrew garfield peter parker #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker headcannon

[softwebss]

peter parker: a synopsis of his love (( peter parker imagine ))

♡ synopsis: just a synopsis of how he would act, the type of person he is if ur dating him, etc etc. very short, and I just wrote this cos I missed the innocent homecoming!peter. marvel really robbed us of a cinnamon roll and made nwh!peter angsty asf

♡ pairings: peter parker x fem!reader ♡ warnings: fluff. thats it

peter parker is the type of boy that would hold your hand when walking you home, blushing furiously because you haven't even started dating yet. he's the type that would let you copy his homework and help you study maths and science. he seems like that one geek that nobody used to care about in middle school but suddenly became ripped in high school,, and nobody knows why. he would always praise the people he loved because the kid didn't get enough praise for himself, and he would crave affirmation and validation, not academically though. he was crazy good at school stuff. peter would always gamble for touch, his poor touch-starved heart would literally melt when he got a hug from you. peter is literally the definition of 'he protecc, he attacc, he is a snacc' and he doesn't even know it, cause nobody tells him.

when he first met you, he didn't quite know how to act. he didn't know the difference between a platonic or a romantic relationship. to him, bringing you flowers each morning when he saw you was a 'platonic' thing to do. when tony saw this, he broke out into laughter.

but hey, this was your peter, and you thought he was cute like that. besides, you wouldn't ever ask him to change 💞

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[dilf-whore]

but he likes her better (part 1)

next

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

genre: angst

summary: peter’s been distant lately so you come and try to check on him

A/N: i’d appreciate it if you guys give me feedback on this fic hihi 💕

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You ring the doorbell at Peter’s home, closing your umbrella and putting it at the corner as you wait for someone to open the door. You jump at the loud sound of the thunder, goosebumps appearing on your skin by the coldness of the wind. You decided to pay your boyfriend a visit because he’s been distant lately, making you worried sick. You wanted to see how he’s doing since you figured out that it's his typical behavior whenever he’s going through tough times. 

Aunt May finally gets the door and immediately pulls you inside, “what are you doing out here Y/N? it’s raining cats and dogs outside!” she asks, running over your body to check if you’re wet. You chuckle softly as she rushes to the kitchen to bring you something warm to drink. “I’m here to see Peter, is he here?” you ask, following after her. She hands over the mug with hot chocolate, the relaxing aroma entering your nose. “He’s up in his room” she reply.

You thank her and head straight to your boyfriend’s room. You knock on his door, “Peter? It’s me Y/N” you say. No one replies and you wait there for a short while when the automatic lock he made starts to make a sound, “come in” you hear him say faintly. You walk into his small bedroom, he was sitting in front of his computer doing research you assume. You stand beside him, “Are you okay? I’ve noticed that something’s been bothering you lately” you ask as you settle down the mug on his table. His eyes still locked on the screen, “yeah” he replies quietly. You sigh, still not contented with his answer. You put a hand on his shoulder, “Are you su-“

You get cut off when he jerks your hand off his shoulder and stands up, “I said I’m fine!” he shouts. You flinch at his reaction, you take a deep breath and calm yourself down - you understand that maybe he’s stressed and overwhelmed with school and with his life as a vigilante. You try to approach him but he raises his voice once again, “can you please stop bugging me? Gwen would give me space if I asked her to do so”

“What the fuck did you just say, Peter?”

You felt a sharp knife stab through your heart, your lips quiver as tears starts streaming down your face. Realizing what he just said, he starts to walk towards you with guilty eyes and opens his mouth to talk. “You know, I don’t even wanna hear it. I’m sorry I can’t be Ms. Perfect like Gwen. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m not good enough” you reply softly as you motion him to stop coming to you. You open his door, “goodbye Peter”.

You wipe off your tears and go down. You spot Aunt May already looking at you worried, she probably heard Peter’s voice a while ago. You give her a fake smile, “thanks for the hot chocolate Aunt May. I uh should head back now”. You don’t wait for her reply as you bid her goodbye and rush out of their home. You start to jog away, your umbrella completely forgotten.

He still loves Gwen you thought to yourself.

Why wouldn’t he be? She was his first love for God’s sake. She’s a top student, her family is quite wealthy and is well respected, she’s pretty and perfect. Everyone in your school idolizes her, including yourself honestly - every single thing about her is admirable.

No wonder he’s still in love with her.

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[satrryeys4eva]

hii I really love how you write for hunter and like incorporate other fandoms and stuff hehe it’s really cool 🙃💕 so I was just wondering like if you’re up to it, if you could write something about hunter with an avenger!reader maybe :P please and thank you and lots of love to you hehe

I am so sorry for being a year late to this, but I hope you like it

Hunter Sylvester and Harry Osborn's younger sister headcannons

- a/n

So some background info, Y/n Osborne is Harry's sister whose younger than him by a few years (harry was 20, and this takes place in the middle of TASM 2, AU where harry never got sent away he and peter are still best friends) he is super overprotective of her

Also for the sake of this, 'Metal Lords' takes in NYC

now on to the headcanons!

Let me just say this right off the bat, you both have mommy and daddy issues

clashing but similar aesthetics

Hunter with his heavy metal rockstar aesthetic

you with your more toned down but just as fun chaotic grunge aesthetic 

Both of you kept your relationship a secret from your brother 

after Norman died and Harry found out that he had the same illness and that it runs in the bloodline, Hunter was terrified that you might have it as well

you on the other hand were in a horrible mental state, Norman had been cold and distant but he was still your Dad 

you were just recovering from his death and now you might lose your older brother too

While Harry was trying to find a cure you were mentally preparing yourself to say goodbye to him for the last time

the night after his diagnosis Harry came into your room to talk to you

He wanted there to be no more secrets between you two

 You guys spent all night sharing secrets, he told you some embarrassing stories from college, and you finally told him about Hunter

he reacts a lot better than you expected, he asks you to bring Hunter around the next day so that he can meet him

Now Hunter has never really cared about the impression he left on most people (aside from you, Kevin, and his idols)

But he really tries because he knows how important Harry's approval is to you and he wants to make a good first impression 

he subconsciously ends up emulating your style because he is so confused about what to wear, he doesn't think his usual band T-shirts and black cargo pants are not super appropriate for meeting your girlfriend's multi-billionaire brother 

he settles on a pair of nice black pants, a slightly baggy band sweatshirt with a white collared shirt underneath 

he also goes a little overbroad by wearing the two necklaces you gave him and only wearing your matching rings and the ones you gave him along with the earrings you gave him

Hunter was definitely not what Harry was expecting, he thought your boyfriend would be more like him or hell even Peter 

but he eventually warms up to him when he sees just how happy he makes you, not before politely but not so subtlety threatening him

He even convinces Peter to play along and threaten Hunter 

At the end of the whole ordeal, he approves 

Now, saying that you spend time together would imply that you spend any time apart

You are each other's biggest supporters, always there at every event and function

most of the time is in little cafes, hidden record stores and tiny vintage bookstores are your everyday hangouts

you both go to midtown high, but only have 2 classes together 

You guys are That Couple

you know, the couple that's always together 

Kevin and Emily tease you all the time (like their any better)

If there was ever a villain attack, Hunter would throw himself in front of you like a human shield.

god forbid any paparazzi even try to harass you

Hunter would get into a fistfight right then and there

you guys are THE It couple of New York

but if Harry ever passed due to his illness, Hunter would constantly spend time (even more than he already does)

always comforting you 24/7

this always freaks him out even more as he thinks there a bigger chance that you also might have the same condition

and he really can't lose you

ever

he doesn't really bring it up the, because god knows that you need recovery time

he's at the funeral, holding you as you cry

you spend the next weeks staying with him

you don't think you can face that empty house now

not anymore

taging you just in case

@ii-larb-you

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[peterparkussy]

Make it up

Peter Parker x reader//warnings; fluff, smut?,(written on my phone bare w me <3) ——

•for any peter parker, i originally had tom hollands in mind js))

Peter stammered into your room looking beyond disheveled. Patrolling was his excuse but you knew that was only part of it, tonight he had more rips than usual exposing him through his suit “What happened?” you say to him lunging over from your bed to him. It was like muscle memory, your boyfriend came in injured or exhausted and you were there to care for and soothe him as he did the same for you.

Taking care of Peter was a delight because of how touched starved he was; by the little noises he’d made when you cleaned him up, and anytime you cleansed a cut on his face he feels obliged to kiss you.

And no way you're that close and not gonna kiss those pretty lips. Tonight when he began telling you about his latest adventure he started to like the average, normal story.

He fought off a “bad guy” then caught him and left. “Can you elaborate Pete” you giggled coating your hands down his textured suit with cuts, rips, and stains? He was quiet for a moment you didn’t mind just continued cleaning any exposed areas “I had to drive to chase them” he murmured but you heard him clearly because of the distance that lacked between the two of you “Oh, were you okay?” you responded focused on one certain spot.

A slice on his left shoulder, Peter saw you weren’t catching on so he watched your expression carefully as he choose his next words “I couldn’t steal a car so…” he trailed off to you nodding.

A moment more of silence passed “It was your car.” he rasped. Your eyes widened instantly “YOU DROVE MY CAR?!” .There it is. Peter planned how he’d explain this to you, but everything he practiced was fading away now when you were here in from of him, not any better because he was just sitting there mute looking at you. Chocolate globes piercing into your faltered expression.

“PETER?!” you wouldn’t have been so concerned if he hadn’t have taken the web route and never took the time to learn to drive. Your car was probably totaled or at the bottom of the red sea because it was launched somehow. “It's okay I dropped it off” he explained “But?..” you replied knowing there was some consequence. “It kept goin after I parked it”

You blankly stared. “It fell off a cliff thing.” He dropped his head now like a scolded child waiting for your response, ‘you’d yell at him for sure’ is what when through his mind but you just went back to his arm tentatively cleaning as familiar silence fell over the room again.

“Not gonna say anything?” he picked at his cuticle; anxious “What do you want me to say?” you responded shortly not making him wait any longer. He nodded “I’m sorry baby”, shaking your head “S’ok I’ll get a new one” You had a slight pout; maybe it wasn’t so slight a full-on pout is what it was, and your eyes glossy from the tears threatening to spill that Peter couldn’t miss and when he noticed his heart broke, your car was a gift and he had just wrecked it “Not sure if they have cliff insurance” he wanted a laugh out of you, he got smirk that would work for now. “As long as you’re okay” you smiled gently. Of course you weren’t mad. Because that’s how amazing of a person you are, for Peter you were the perfect girlfriend and he knew he wasn’t deserving of you. An angel sent down from the heavens that ended up in most of his class periods each semester. The sight of you eagerly cleaning his wounds wouldn’t have him lasting at all. You were too delicate,too caring; a contrast to what he had been tonight and all he wanted to do what right his wrongs for the night, fix this mistake. The cuts and scrapes would heal in a few hours so the first-aid could hold off. Peter admired your care for him, but he didn’t need it.Not right now.He took your chin and bought your face closer kissing the corner of your mouth,then your lips “cmon Pete” you mumbled trying to focus on his arm “What r’you mad at me?” he questioned and you reply with a quiet no “So why can’t you kiss me, baby, I'm injured” he was giving the pout now. He wasn’t wrong so you gave in and kissed him; he deepens the kiss swiftly taking you by surprise, for someone who’s supposed to be winded. He rolled his erection into your side, you felt his breath fan against your neck making you sigh “Let me clean you up” you spoke softly yet sternly. “Don’t need it, need you” he pulled you closer fully pressing himself against you making him groan “P- he kissed from your collar bone to your ear lobe licking grazing his teeth “I want to have my way with you” his voice was gravely an octave deeper “Will you let me?”

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[mystey-here]

omg headcannon that peter totally wears spider-man merch like he has a spiderman backpack and when the avengers try to tease him about it he says its adding to his cover because spider-man would never wear his own merch

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[strawberrysodaslut]

For your celebration, can I request a 🍭 for one of the spidermen? (I don't know if that classifies as marvel) for the fluffy scenario - probably relaxing after exams and the two of you are watching a rom-com while cuddling and every now and then he points out how cuter and better your relationship is than the one in the movie

join the celebration 🎉 🍿

Exams were finally over, the hardest part of the year. You could finally relax, and relax is what you did.

You had managed to convince Peter to go on a Rom-Com marathon with you. You thought he would hate it, calling out random plot holes like it’s a hobby. But you were wrong, Peter got invested, a little too invested.

“Pfft, we’re way cuter than this” He scoffs. “If I ever treat you like that, and that’s my apology? Dump me, fuck that. She deserves better than than freak.”

As the couple makes up, you watch him shout ‘no’ at the screen, calling the girl an idiot and the boy a douche bag.

When the credits roll, he sighs. You’re ready for a big long rant about how stupid the plot line was, but instead he goes quiet.

You sit there for a few minutes, silent as the shitty background music plays, before he finally turns to you, a sheepish look on his face.

“Can we watch the sequel?”

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[inkluvs]

・❥・ tea — send me a blurb request / headcannon

tasm!peter parker :: them genuinely being supportive even with the smallest things like . “i think im gonna do it. i’m gonna buy strawberry flavoured gum instead of mint this time.” and their s/o is like “You’re them. ur a genius. scientists are scared of you. philosophers are terrified of your power. men are in awe of U and you’re mine.”

congratulations again ml <3

and you're mine

a/n: omg i haven't written for peter in a while so i hope this is alright <3 (0.2k)

ivy's cafe // masterlist // taglist

“I think I'm finally gonna try that new fast food place, the one I told you about yesterday,” Peter smiled from his spot on the couch, “if you want that too?”

“I do! Swear on my life babe I do. You’re a genius and men are in awe of you and you’re mine.” 

He pulled you back onto the springy cushion, laughing when he notices the way heat seems to bloom in your chest. He was warm, overheating almost, but he always was – something to do with the science of his abilities.

“That I am,” You climbed over him and to the phone on your counter, dialing the number you’d written down earlier. The faint ringing of your phone was all you could hear for about 5 ticks of the clock on your wall until he piped up, apparently unsatisfied with your earlier response.

“No you don’t understand,” his palms were kneading at your calves, his thumbs pushing into the flesh, “philosophers are in awe of your capabilities, scientists are afraid of –”

“Peter,” you cut him off. His thumbs pause for just a moment on your legs as he replies.

“Yeah?”

“D’you want me to call them or not?” He frowned at that, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Can I continue after?”

“Promise,”

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[kjhbsies]

KJHBSIES’S FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

I’ll probably do more of this. 

Part II.

Angst

When I Ruled the World (James Potter x Fem!Reader) by sgrantsgf

How Tom Riddle would react to finding things that reminded him of you after you guys broke up by louiszeastronaut

Angst + Fluff

Why Didn’t We Work Out? (James Potter x Reader) by astonishment

Happily (James Potter x Slytherin Reader) by ro-is-struggling

Cake (James Potter x Fem!Reader) and Real Feelings by jamespotterwhcre

About What I Said Last Night (Sirius Black x Reader) by rainandhotchocolate

Moral of the Story ( Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader) and Sparks by refiwrites 

A Vintage Love (Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader) by ladymercury8

Love You Mommy (James Potter x Reader) by jamespottersmommy

Annoying (Steve Harrington x Readrer) by h4rring1on

“No, Please. Don’t Say That. You Love Her, Not me) by hello-everyfandom

Jealousy (James Potter x Reader) by whyennwhenyouareyn

Pov; you unintentionally confess your feelings for dbf!fwb!james by bellatrixscurls

“You Aren’t Gwen” Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader by thebrookemunson

Missed Calls Tasm!Peter Parker x Reader and Part Two by caramelcal

Gamer!James Potter x Reader!Gf by ddejavvu

One Where You Try To Break Up With Him (Sirius Black x Fem!Reader) by proserpina-magnus

Fluff

Clingy James Potter by forourmoons

Doting (Fratboy!James Potter x Fem!Reader) by desireav

Golden Retriever James Potter x Black Cat Grumpy Reader by ddejavvu

James Potter x Shy!Reader by luveline

Gifting a Bra Strap to Boyfriend James Potter by ddejavvu 

Naked (James Potter x Fem!Reader) 

Marauders with Quiet S/O by ddejavvu

Your side (Sirius Black x Reader) by soupandsimple

Kiss Sick (Sirius Black x Reader) by luveline 

Remus Being A Boob Guy by ddejavvu 

Safe (James Potter x  non-gryffindor!fem!reader) by multiqts

Frustration (Poly!Marauders) by quindolyn

General Relationship Headcannons (James Potter x Reader) by quindolyn 

Sub!Eddie Using His Safeword by jamespottersmommy

Clingy Steve by indouloureux 

Smut

Picture Perfect (James Potter x Fem! Reader) by wrathspoet

Loose the Ropes (James Potter x Fem!Reader) by moonbcrry

Stress Relief (James Potter x Fem!Reader) by wrathspoet

Babyboy James Potter by littlest-dark-age

Jerking off James in a Secluded Area by weaselbrownie

Sore Loser (Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader) by silverdelirium

His Obsession (Draco Malfoy x Reader) by Chanxrene

Unexpected (Sirius Black x Fem!Reader) by jamespotterwhcre

Bitter (Steve Harrington x Reader) by strawberrysodaslut

Playboy ( James Potter x Fem!Reader) by jamespottersmommy

Adore (James potter x Reader) by 1-800-amortentia

Welcome to the Jungle (Tarzan!James Potter x Fem!Reader ft. Researchers Sirius & Remus) by gxtitobxby

Summer Affairs (Best friend’s dad!James Potter x Reader) by lovegoodfics

Feels Too Right (Sex Therapist!James x Innocent!Reader) by bellatrixscurls

Best Friend’s Dad (James Potter x Reader) by itsmentalillness

Fit In (James Potter x Reader) by bellatrixscurls

Not Letting Sirius Cum For A Week After He Broke A Rule by indigoh4ze

Preacher’s Son (James Potter x Reader) by pinkcherryblossom

Room Service (James Potter x Reader) by gxtitobxby

This Ask (Sirius Black x Reader) by gxtitobxby

Best Friend James in a Subspace by eddiesbug

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader by sweetiecutie

Curfew (King Steve x Reader) by theontrueneohero

Sirius Black Smut Blurb by siriusblackloml

How It All Began (Marauders x Fem!Reader) by bellatrixscurls

Punishing Sub Remus and Sirius by bellatrixscurls 

This Poly!Marauders Smut by bellatrixscurls

James in a Subspace in Public by bellatrixscurls 

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[mrshipsmcgee]

Give me a headcanon (please) for A Lord and A Lady: Peter and Bluebell finding out she's pregnant for the first time.

OH SNAP ANON!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

He knew it before his Bluebell did.

Peter had noticed all of the signs; how tender her breasts were when he’d swirl his tongue along her nipples, how she absolutely could not stand the smell of frying meats or how she would wake up sick, thinking she had consumed far too much champagne the night before.

Lord Peter kept a watchful eye on his bride, making sure to be with her during practically every moment as he was fearful of what could potentially come after how he had lost Gwendolyn.

One day while Peter had gone to fetch her a bouquet of fresh flowers from their greenhouse gardens the Duchess fainted, a doctor arriving almost immediately to check her vital signs.

Peter ran home as soon as he had been alerted, busting through the doors of he and Bluebell’s bed chambers, out of breath as he rushes to her side - his love now bedridden as the doctor checks her heartbeat.

The doctor pauses, looking towards Peter before adjusting his instrument towards the Duchess’ abdomen, his eyes widening before he sits up.

“You are with child,” he breathes, looking at the couple. “The Duchess is expecting.”

He knew it.

Peter knew it.

Peter’s palm caressed his Bluebell’s belly, sweetly gazing down where she laid, “We’re going to have a baby.”

“I’m going to have your baby,” she smiles as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Peter’s smile drops as his thoughts race, still tormented by the loss of his Gwendolyn. He turns to the doctor, “She’s healthy?- They are healthy?”

The doctor nods, “All the Duchess needed was simply some sugar. Her and the babe are healthy.”

Peter swallows as he protectively covers his bride’s stomach before he lets out an exhale, “Thank you, doctor.”

The Duchess looks up towards Peter, smiling ear to ear as she says, “Your baby is in my belly, Pete. That is lunacy, is it not? Should we be allowed to be parents? We simply cannot be old enough to be with child.”

Peter smiles, his eyes full of admiration as he whispers - “I suppose our days of playing house will be put to good use soon.” He rubs her belly, planting a kiss on her cheek before whispering “Our baby is in here.”

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

PETER PARKER MASTERLIST

WRITING FOR TASM!PETER PARKER ONLY

* : explicit content

SERIES:

Too Close For Comfort*--- (3/3)

--peter parker x afab!reader

--nsfw, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, 5.7k

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ONESHOTS:

Let Me Be There, Let Me Be Yours*

Work, Then Play*

You Are Such A Distraction

Girls Night

Opposites Attract

End Of Semester Stress (And Relief)*

Pleading Through The Bathroom Door

It's Not Your Fault, It's Mine!

You're Drunk, And He's In Love

World's Best Dad

Your Well-Kept(?) Secret & The Parkers (part two)

Breathe

A Little Reminder*

Fight For You

So Be It

Be Here For Her

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BLURBS:

Dead Serious

Acts of Service

Till His Lungs Give Out

Take A Picture, I'll Last Longer*

Interlinked*

3+1*

Really Quick*

Don't Be A Stranger

Big Words On A Little Page

Missing You*

The Importance of Touch (and Peter)

"I'm Just A Girl"

So, So Mean*

That's What Peter's For

Old And Gray With You

One Call Away

Stupid In Love

Pretty Girl

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HEADCANNONS:

thinking about bf!peter...*

thinking about nerdy!peter...*

premature ejaculation*

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#peter parker #peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker #spiderman #marvel #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield

[biblio-smia]

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shorter works

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[dilf-whore]

not a damsel in distress

pairing: tasm!peter parker x scarlet witch!f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of death, a hint of abuse, violence

summary: peter sees you in danger and attempts to save you

A/N: sorry for posting this so late 😭. i promise to make it up to you guys. anyways, leave in some comments on this fic. i really appreciate reading your thoughts and feedbacks. 💗

requested: yes by: @oyasumimosura

requests are OPEN

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“Thank you, come again!” you bid your last customer goodbye. You clean your flower shop and take a final look on your flowers, checking if some of them are dying. You spot a few tulips withering and you cast a spell to bring them back to life. Your customers come back to your shop because of how lively, pretty, and long lasting they are, they’d often ask what your secret is “guess I have a magic touch” you’d often reply but what they didn't know is that you literally have a magic touch. 

You cast spells on your flowers for them to live long.

After closing, you first stop by your favorite diner to eat, you step in and you spot a familiar figure looking down on his dinner, his fork grazing over his untouched food. You step further into the diner and recognize the man, it was Peter. You stand beside him with a smile, “hi Peter, long time no see. Mind if I sit with you?” you ask. He looks over you, and a small smile forms on his lips but his eyes are different, it had nothing but guilt, grief and sadness. “Yeah sure” he motions the space in front of him.

You order your usual, and face Peter who looks at the window, wandering around the busy street of New York. “How are you and Gwen doing? Seems like you don’t stop by the shop to buy her flowers”. He faces you, “Gwen’s uh, uhm, she-she’s” he stutters and his eyes starts to get glossy as his voice starts to trail off.

“I’m sorry for your loss” you say as you read his mind with your powers.

Peter gets taken aback and just nod, he didn't expect you to pick up on what he’s trying to say. You look away as you try to find for an excuse when you see his surprised reaction, “I uhm could tell with your eyes. The way they look, it’s not sad from a typical heartbreak of a breakup. They’re filled with grief”.

Your food arrives shortly after and Peter still hasn't responded nor looked at you, “I-I’m sorry for being to straight forward o-or getting in your business” you say quietly as you slice through your meal and begin to eat. 

“It’s alright, I’m actually pretty glad that I didn't have to explain or talk much about it than I usually do” he replies.

“You know, Peter, you can always talk to me especially during this time. You need someone to express your feelings to and I’m willing to help” 

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Since then, you and Peter have gotten closer. He would stop by your shop when it’s near your closing time to help you clean and pack up and go home together. You’d also accompany him to Gwen’s grave whenever he decides to pay her a visit. He’s forever grateful to have you help him through the darkest times, you were able to guide Peter on how to grieve and let his emotions out properly - and honestly, just having you by his side makes him feel understood, less lonely, heard, and safe for some reason he can’t point out. Maybe it’s because of the warm and comforting energy you give off or the way you give all your attention to him whenever he talks. 

Today’s a holiday and you and Peter planned on spending the day together at the mall and watch a movie. You decided to arrive earlier so you could get tickets to your preferred time before it solds out. As you make your way the cinemas, you suddenly hear a cry for help from a woman. You spot a group of people in a panic state as the woman and her child are being held at gunpoint by a man that seems familiar to her. You rush to the commotion, when the man fires his gun and you cast a force-field around the mother and her son, causing the bullet to fall down.

“Hey! Let them go!”

Everyone had a shock look plastered over their faces, though they’ve encountered a giant talking lizard attacked the city and some other odd things, they haven’t seen anything like this - only in movies, it was magic, literal super powers.

The man gets his composure back and faces you, “I don’t think you should be butting in my family business, you fucking freak”. That’s why they know him, he’s the father you thought.

Peter arrives at the mall and his senses starts to tingle, he quickly changes to his suit and swings to where the danger is. He arrives at the scene and sees you in front of a man who’s gun is aiming at you. His heartbeat speeds up, worry and fear circulating over his body - the memory of what happened to Gwen comes back to him. He needed to act fast and act now.

But before he could do anything, he suddenly freezes when your eyes glow red and so does your hands. You ball your hand into a fist and his gun crushed into pieces, red rings wrap around his wrists and ankles that’s pulling him down to the ground until he’s kneeling. You approach him and bend down to meet his struggling eyes, “I’m sorry what did you say?” 

You then approach the woman and her son, “are you alright?” you ask. “Yes, thank you so much for saving us” the woman replies. 

The boy gets out of his mother’s grasp and wraps his arms around your waist, “You’re so cool! You’re my new favorite superhero, you’re cooler than Spiderman! Thank you so much” he says, resting his chin on your stomach as he looks up to you with so much adoration. “You’re welcome”. He gives you one last smile and pulls away to go back to his mom. 

You hear a thwip! from behind and you see Spiderman swinging towards you, he lands in front of you and pull you into a tight hug. “A-are you okay?” he asks, frantically checking your body for injuries.

He sounds really familiar. 

You look at him confused as you put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m alright, uh thanks”. 

Spiderman sighs in relief and finally calms down, “uhm, well, t-that’s good to hear”. He thought he’ll lose you and all he’ll ever blame is no other than his self if that happened but guess she could handle herself pretty well he thought.

The cops arrive soon after and arrest the man. You look over Spiderman who’s still beside you, looks like he can’t let you go. You tap his arm and lean to his ear, “let’s go watch our movie, Peter” you whisper with a smirk.

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[rancidpancakebatter]

Your Initials and Mine | Prt 2 - [P.P.]

Pairings: TASM!Bisexual!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Prompt: "peter parker writes your initials next to his on the back of his skateboard, when he daydreams about you" Original Post | Personal Headcannon

Summary: Eyes are the window to the soul, but so is art. Peter's is bare before you if only you could translate it.

Word Count: 6.3k words

Content: Ben's Death, Swearing, Mentions of bruises (Peter needs to get better at dodging),

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A/N: Some fluffy, fluffy fluff for ya’ll. 

Peter’s house felt very much like a home. It was a space that was well cared for but also lived in. If you looked closely, you could see scuff marks under the dining room table where the chairs slid in and out. You could see loose threads on the quilted throw over the couch. There were knicks and dents on the pots hanging in the kitchen. And notches in the wood door frame down the hall. Love oozes from each and every “imperfection.” The subtle smell of cinnamon was in the air, and heat radiated from the oven. 

You followed Peter up the stairs to his room and saw many photos adorning the walls. You had spent hours staring at them before. Laughing at memories and tales May would share. She had once pulled out a few photo albums. There was a smile in each picture. A history filled with such joy, but also great tragedy. 

That was a Sunday evening about two weeks ago. May was looking a little brighter during your visits. There was a rosiness to her cheeks now, and her hair was shinier. She was looking better. She brought out cookies while you talked and apologised for Peter’s absence, like she did every week. While catching up, she caught you staring at a picture on the coffee table. She reached for the frame, tracing over her husband’s silhouette with a small smile on her face. 

“This was our first trip to Coney Island.” She spoke softly as if lost in the memory now- transported back to those many years ago. 

“Ben used to take me on dates there all the time. He liked trying to win me prizes, and I liked the excuse to be so close on the rides.” She chuckles, a small tear escaping her eye. “We hadn’t been in years. Our bodies got older and our days got busier. But then Peter entered our lives.” 

She pushes the photo towards you and points to the little boy on Ben’s shoulders. He looked small but full of joy. His hands wrapped around his uncle’s chin as if trying to hug him from high above. His hair is falling on his cotton candy-covered face- tufts of pink sticking to his cheek and dried sugar around his lips. His head tilted to rest on the older man’s head, but his mouth hung open, exclaiming in delight. The Ben in the photo looked the same, only with fewer wrinkles and salt-and-pepper hair.  

“We decided to take him that summer; he had been living with us for a few months by then…This was his first smile with us.” Her eyes turn down as she pauses for a moment. 

“Ben and I…we were so afraid that…we wouldn’t be enough— that we didn’t know what we were doing. We didn’t have as much money as his parents, we weren’t as smart, and we just…weren’t them. And we were so scared that we wouldn’t be able to give him all he needed.”

You reach for May’s hand, soft with age and always slightly cold. “You and Ben did a phenomenal job. Peter is a good boy; he’s brilliant. And he loves you so much.”

She gives you a polite squeeze before wiping at her face. You hand her a Kleenex and she offers you a teary-eyed smile. “He’s so young. He’s already lost his parents, and now Ben…I’m all he has.”

You felt rude, but you couldn’t help from asking, “Peter’s mentioned before that his- his parents kinda left him here. What happened? Why would they do that?”

May sighed. It was a tired sigh, one of true exhaustion. 

"Technically,” She began, “they didn’t leave him here. They had an emergency business trip and dropped him off to stay here for a few days...but then their plane crashed."

You suddenly understood just what she meant before. Peter knew true tragedy. Your heart broke for him, but then you looked at his smile. Peter had lost much, but he has gained so many things that are just as beautiful. You felt your soul fill with an iron determination. 

You squeezed May’s hand, “He has me too.”

She squeezes back, smiling- a look of gratitude etched into her eyes. After a moment, she admits that it’s been a long time since she’s gone through the photo albums, and she was scared to do it alone. You went through two with her that night, listening to stories and asking questions about faces you didn’t recognise. It was nice. 

But upstairs was mostly uncharted territory. The pictures hung here were foreign. You were nervous, finally entering Peter’s space.

The aged-cream paint added a warmth to the space, though you couldn’t see much of it. There were pockets of the wall poking out between all the posters and pictures on the wall. You had seen some of Peter’s doodles, but if you had to guess, he preferred to display his art instead of trapping it between the pages of a bound journal. Peter is very humble, and you’re sure if you called what he had hung up “art,” he would scoff and tell you it wasn’t that good, but to you, it was art. 

He could tell he liked to play around with mediums. You could see charcoal fingerprints staining pages of portraits and city landscapes. As well as coloured pencils and graphite. There was inkwork scattered about, adding pops of colour in the mix of blacks and greys. And you realised he wasn’t exaggerating before in his embarrassed defence, he truly did have a lot of drawings on his wall. 

There was a mix of chaos and order to their hanging. For the most part, they were evenly spaced and displayed around the walls over his bed and dresser. But then there was his desk. 

Peter was definitely a messy artist, turning chaos into beauty. There were notebooks sprawled across the wooden surface. Only a layer of polish protected the lumber below from splotches of paint- evidence of opting out from the pallet and just using the surface.

Impressions from the pencils haphazardly strew about were woven into the grain, forever a part of its story. There were scrapes and notches that you wanted to befriend. And it was all basking in a soft yellow glow from a single bulbed lamp, bent at the elbow in an awkward way that could only be to benefit a very specific angle he needed. 

Your eyes drifted to the wall above the desk. There were layers and layers of drawings overlapping and tacked to the wall, almost as if he had never taken one down. Your eyes darted around wildly, unable to pinpoint just one to look at. You traced the lines as they blurred together like a less mind-melding optical illusion– still mindblowing to behold. It reminded you of an overgrown garden, the leaves and petals intermingling together to create one living, breathing thing. You wanted to carefully examine each one, to take them into your hands and care for each one. 

Your eyes scanned from top to bottom trying to digest each one. You recognised some– the courtyard at school, the empire state building, May and Ben, his camera on his desk– but then you saw something you hadn’t really expected. Sure, you had both made jokes, and so had others, but you didn’t truly expect to be on his wall. And yet, here you were, locked in a game of blink with eyes that looked like yours.

They looked alight, as did the smile on your face. You looked excited. You vaguely remember Peter snapping a picture like that after he pointed out a bug he saw on the ground. You wondered if he used that as a reference. 

You saw another, this time from your side profile. Your hand was in your hair and you were mid-laugh. This one seemed to move and breathe. You doubted he had a picture of that. You could count on one hand the number of times Peter had taken a picture of you, mostly because you always covered your face in embarrassment anytime his lens was directed towards you. And if you didn’t catch it beforehand, you would hear the shutter and scold him, slapping him in the arm. Peter often sketches when he talks to you, you just never imagined he would be drawing you. 

These pictures were like looking into a mirror. 

No, not quite. 

This was different. In the mirror, you see your flaws and every hair out of place, but here, they were made beautiful. You were seeing through Peter’s eyes, peering at yourself through soft lines of graphite and charcoal. You felt delicate. You felt seen. But even when staring at yourself; you feel like you see Peter more. 

This was his heart fully bared before you. Before you was all the pain and triumph, and all the things he felt were important enough to capture. You were almost overwhelmed by the thought.

Peter watched with bated breath as you spun around his room with a fist over his mouth. You were wearing an expression he had seen in the classroom when you were thinking hard. He’d always found it adorable, the way your face would scrunch as you would study your books, but now he found it terrifying. Most of the time, when people look at his work, they give him vague compliments, not really having the knowledge to truly comment on it. But you were different. 

He didn’t know if you knew much about art, but he wouldn’t be surprised if you did. But more so, he just valued your opinion the most. Something about you was completely captivating. You were so sweet and kind- but also fierce and powerful. He didn’t think he was as cool as you, but he wanted you to think so.

He watched as you examined each piece, a small smile that rivalled the Mona Lisa etched into your face– like you held all the answers to the universe but refused to share them with him. 

He felt his heart leap when your head lifted from the desk, and you now gaze upon “the wall.” 

It started out very small. He would put his pictures up as a kid. Then he would sit at his desk and redraw the image, hanging that one up to do it all again until finally- he had a passable one. As his skills improved, he didn’t need to redraw as much, but it’s not like he had anywhere else to put them. They continued to grow and multiply, and he let it happen. Now it has become a scrapbook of sorts. Each piece is a snapshot of the stages of his life. 

He knew exactly when you saw it. You were bent forward slightly over his desk, as close to the drawings as you could be without touching them. You were treating his room like a museum, your arms tucked behind your back as if you let them free- you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from reaching forward and tracing the pencil strokes. But then you froze. Your shoulders tensed ever so slightly under the razor-back tank top you were wearing. Then you slowly leaned away, standing straight, before tilting your head to the side. 

You said nothing as you gazed at your portraits, and Peter wasn’t sure if he would be comforted by anything you had to say. He was terrified that- instead of feeling flattered- you would feel weirded out. Especially if you had seen the ones now buried under portraits of his Uncle Ben. He had been drawing him a lot, terrified that he was already forgetting his face. 

He heard you sniffle and was shocked out of his spiralling thoughts. He took a tentative step forward to stand beside you, looking over your form as you hugged yourself. 

“Are you okay?”

You wiped at your face, feeling your cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You gave Peter a smile, a genuine and full one, despite your wet eyes. “They’re beautiful.”

Peter scratched at the nape of his neck, ducking his head as if trying to dodge the compliment. 

“Thanks,” he said barely above the wind. 

“Really,” you insisted, “You should submit some of this. I’m sure you could win some ribbons or whatever they give you.”

He chuckled and you joined in.

A few more quiet moments passed as you took in everything you could, but then, Peter reminded you that you were here to study. 

You both settle onto the bed, cross-legged, backs against the wall, and knees touching. Peter goes over some of the questions you have and tries to explain them in a way that makes sense to you. You can’t dedicate your full attention to his words though, because every way in which he moves feels like a dance, and you’re enamoured by the choreography. His pen twirled around his fingers with a speed and precision you’d never seen before. You can’t help but think he would make a great drummer. As he talks, you catch general concepts of what he’s saying, but the details are lost in the blur of his ballpoint pen.

His leg is also bouncing around. It is just as quick. Short little bounces creating little shock waves from his knee. The bed around you shook so quickly that it was almost like nothing was moving at all. The only evidence was your books slowly moving away, drifting further into the dip between your legs. 

You feel almost like you’re being hypnotized. His gentle voice lulls you into a calm as he explains the difference between each of Henry’s wives, as his fingers drew you in. You honestly didn’t know how long you were entranced, but the spell was broken when he stood suddenly. 

You looked at him confused and he let out an embarrassed chuckle before dropping his head. 

“Sorry, I- uh. I’m sorry, I’m not very good at explaining this stuff. And I’m like, shaking you, or whatever.”

As he stood, his hand was scratching the back of his neck, and his pen continued to twirl at his side. Your heart gave a painful thump. It yearned for him. His smile. His joy. Before you knew what you were doing you were on your feet. Your hands reached for his, his pen awkwardly pressing against your palms. Words spilt from your mouth with a lack of any sophistication or grace. 

“No, no, It’s not your fault. I just…spaced out a bit. I’m sorry. From what I did catch, you were doing an amazing job. I- would it help if you drew it out? Or we can do something else. Or I can-”

A small chuckle falls from his lips, and yours stop moving, too focused on his. His other hand has untangled from his hair and now sways at his side. He finally meets your eyes, and you think you may have stopped breathing entirely. His gaze was curious- as if he was trying to read your mind. You wondered what thoughts he was pulling forward. 

“Okay.” You look at him confused, and his heart seizes because you're looking at him like that with your cute little frown and scrunched brows, and you’re still holding his hand from when you rushed to accommodate his buzzing nerves. After a failed attempt to calm his racing pulse, he expands on his one-word reply. “I think if we draw out a timeline that would be helpful- a good reference point for you.”

You nod your head in agreeance and feel your cheeks flush when he slowly withdraws his hand from yours. His hands were warm, but not soft like May’s. His hands were rough— cracked around the ridges— and they were firm, strong. You felt like they could hold up the world, but hoped he would never have to suffer the same penance of Atlas. 

Peter sat back down and pulled a notebook that had been laying around into his lap. He tried explaining again, drawing little characters for each historical figure next to the line marking their significance. He would periodically quiz you on the person, seeing how much you knew, and you were both surprised by how much you had retained. 

Once the timeline was complete you thanked Peter for his help. He of course brushed it off as nothing, but you knew it wasn’t. You insisted that you would help him with something, but he continued to insist that he didn’t need any. After your relentless persistence, you settled on working through some calculus practice problems in the textbook. The agreement was you would both solve the same five, then check them against the other, and then consult the answer key. Truthfully you weren’t very excited to do math on a Saturday afternoon, but you wanted to help Peter. You wanted to be there for him like you told May you would. 

You were both scribbling away, occasionally nudging the other and making jokes about “keeping your eyes on your own paper.” It was nice. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you threw your arms up and declared that you were finished. 

“Great! What did you get for the first one?” 

The confused pout returns to your features. 

“You’re done?” You ask, almost sounding a little disappointed. 

Peter nods and turns his paper to show you. The college rule is not well utilized. Peter had the notebook balancing on his knee at an angle but still elected to write top down, making the equations crooked when you looked at it. In the spaces between, he had doodled vines of pothos wrapping around the jumble of letters and numbers. 

You were embarrassed that he could do all that before you even finished, but at least you got the same answers. You didn't remain bitter for long, melting when he flashed you that timid, tight-lipped smile. 

“That’s really pretty,” you said, tracing your finger across the vines. “It would make a great tattoo.”

Peter’s brain short-circuited for a moment at the thought of his drawings of you becoming a part of your body. 

“Really?” he asked with high brows. 

“Yeah, it would make a really cool band.” Your fingers mapped a path along your forearm where you thought the ivy should bloom. “See?”

Peter couldn’t help but agree. He turned to his bag, riffling through it before finding the treasure he sought. He dramatically pulled out a Sharpie looking to you for permission. You placed your arm in his lap, and he gave you an award-winning grin as he uncapped it. 

His hands were once again holding you, his touch gentle as he gingerly tilts your arm so he can begin drawing. 

“If you hate it, we can wash it off.” he jokes before you feel the felt touch down on your arm. 

It tickled a bit, and the ink was cold, but quite frankly you didn’t care. Not when Peter was bathed in the golden light of his lamp, the curve of his nose and the cut of his jaw glowing and eyes sparkling in the low light. This felt intimate, and your heart was racing the longer you looked at him. So you elected to look away, unsure your body could handle the feelings coursing through you. 

You continued studying the wall in front of you, going over every sketch and memorising every line. After about five minutes, you noticed something sort of out of place. It looked more like blueprints than a drawing. You couldn’t really tell what it was from this far, unable to read the scrawl around the page, but it looked complex. Beside it, you saw what looked like rough drafts for an odd costume, and a bright yellow post-it note that read “SPANDEX!!!” 

Before you could examine it much further you were distracted by a tickling feeling by your elbow. 

“Try, not to move,” Peter said in a hushed whisper as he cradled your arm closer to his chest, almost as if he were hugging it. “I’m almost done.”

You apologised, laying your head against the wall, looking for shapes in the popcorn ceiling. Peter grew a smirk, feeling your pulse quickening under his touch. If he was honest, he was just as nervous, holding you this close. His mind raced at the thought that you wanted him to draw on you, that you were willing to let his fingers roam over your smooth skin. 

He decided to change the design slightly, wanting to give you something unique and different– something he thought captured you better, how he felt about you better. He first traced where the vine would be, then added the leaves. When he was done, he tapped your arm to get your attention. 

You turned your head and gasped when you finally saw it. The vine wrapped around your wrist like a wreath before branching off and spreading up your forearm. They bent and wove around each other, creating a bouquet of leaves. There were the Pothos leaves that he had drawn many times, and also some that looked reminiscent of Creeping Jenny’s. 

But the leaves that caught your eye were the heart-shaped ones. You doubted Peter knew much about Dioscorea Bulbiferas or that Philodendron Hederaceums were one of your favourite plants. He drew hearts because he wanted to, and you melted at the thought.

Around the leaves, he drew clusters of stars– little hollow circles, crosses with spires connected like webbed flippers in the middle, and faux freckles– sprinkled across the expanse of your arm, filling the empty space.

“Do you like it?” Peter asked timidly. 

“Like it?" You scoffed, "Peter, it’s amazing! Have you ever considered designing tattoos? Because you should. Seriously, this is fucking gorgeous.”

You continued to gush and Peter’s face continued to redden as your compliments continued to pour. 

“I messed up here a little,” he says, humble as ever, as he twists your arm to show you where the line work got shaky by your elbow. 

You didn’t realise how close you were sitting before, but now as your thighs are pressed against one another’s and his thumb is rubbing circles on the soft flesh on the inside of your arm, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. 

“Please,” you teased. “Even your small blemishes puts my art to shame.” 

You thought the way he dodged eye contact was cute, especially with the soft blush spreading across his cheeks. But the way he looked at you, like you already had a home in his heart, made you feel bold. 

You leaned your head against his shoulder, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, as you slid your fingers between his. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled as your other hand traced the lines he had drawn. 

You were delighted when you felt his head rest on yours, reciprocating the affection with a squeeze of your hand.

“Careful,” he warned. “You’re already my muse, you don’t want to be my favourite canvas too.”

You couldn’t imagine why that would be a problem and told him as such.

“Well, when I find a fun, new canvas," he explained, "I draw until I run out of room.”

You thought of his skateboards and his class notes and reallized he was right. But you also realised something else. You lifted your head, fixing your gaze on him, and felt yourself drowning in pools of hot cocoa.

“That works for me.”

You watched as his eyes darted around your face, this time with a look of disbelief but also reverence. Your faces were so close you could feel the shallow breaths leaving his nostrils. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. And you wanted more.

It seems you weren’t alone in that thought as Peter began to lean in. His nose nuzzled yours and your lips parted as your eyes fluttered shut. Peter had never seen anything as beautiful. You practically melted under his touch, and it was addicting. He wished then that he had the skill of Rembrandt or Caravaggio, so he could one day capture the vision before him.

He raised his hand (the one that wasn’t already preoccupied with holding yours) placing it on the side of your neck, and you shivered at the touch. That was enough “go ahead” for him. 

He gently tugged you forward and pressed his lips to yours. You felt like you were flying. It was feather soft, almost non-existent. You worried if you opened your eyes, you would wake, only to find you were dreaming. It was a soft peck that didn’t last nearly long enough, and you felt your heart breaking as his face tilted, bringing his forehead closer but your lips unattached. 

You were soon relieved when his lips crashed back into yours, now firm and determined. You let out a small moan, not expecting the fierceness of his kiss. It robbed you of coherent thought and stunted your ability to breathe properly. His lips worked against yours, and you realised something else: you only ever wanted to feel his touch. 

You got lost in the moment, only coming back down to earth after he broke away again. He didn’t go far, resting his forehead on yours as you both worked to even your breathing. Your eyes remained closed, still afraid it was a dream. 

You sit in the quiet for a moment, both of your brains running a million miles a minute. When you finally opened your eyes, Peter was gazing at you, irises swimming with something akin to love. Maybe adoration, or infatuation even. His thumb was rubbing circles on your jaw as he continued to hold your face. 

“You’re beautiful,” He said through a smile. 

You felt your blood rising at the compliment, and ducked your head back into his shoulder to hide. He laughed, his hand now resting on the back of your head, playing with your hair.

“You are!” he insisted, causing you to grumble something he couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?” he teased.

You lifted your head just enough so your words weren’t muffled by the side of his neck. 

“I said, ‘Shut up’.”

Peter laughed again because your words held no venom. He let you hide for a little longer, but his heart was beating so hard, and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand moved from the base of your skull to the side of your face until you felt his fingers under your chin. He softly guided it upwards, and you let him, until you were drowning in his eyes again. 

“Would it be too much,” he all but whispered, “If I asked you to be my beautiful girlfriend?”

A wide grin cracked across your face, and you nodded your head, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted that. 

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile of his own.

You nodded your head again, but this time it was much more enthusiastic. 

“Yes, Peter. I would love to be your girlfriend.”

His smile grew tenfold, and you felt like you could die. His face is so bright it could be the solution to solar energy. 

He kisses you again, and this time it’s a bit awkward. Your lips don’t mould as well through your smiles, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He breaks away for a moment and just looks at you. You feel vulnerable under his gaze. He was looking at you in the same way you were looking at his art. Then he smirked. 

He was too quick to stop. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, throwing you on your back. You landed on the soft sheets, bouncing a bit. Peter then leaned over you to pepper your face with kisses. You giggled as he continued showering you in affection, occasionally trying to catch his lips, all while he made comments about your new title: “I’m kissing my girlfriend,” “Oh my god, you’re my girlfriend,” “Wow, you’re so pretty, and you’re my girlfriend.”

A few minutes passed like that before he collapsed, tucking his face into your neck like you had done to him before. When you rested a free hand across his back, he snuggled into you, throwing his leg across yours and hugging your waist tighter. You chuckled lightly, but it was an expression of joy rather than anything malicious. 

You lay like that for a while, until Peter gets a notification on his phone. It’s kind of jarring, the way the tone rang out, and how he jumped up to snatch the device from above your head. The harsh blue light of his screen illuminated his face, shadows settling into the new frown lines appearing. It was an alarm, you realised. He sighed, hovering above you with a sad look on his face. 

“I have to go.”

Your face fell, and you tried to not let too much disappointment seep through. “You’re not staying for dinner?” 

Peter looked at you confused. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I have dinner with May every Saturday.”

Peter was silent for a moment, his face showing an emotion you weren’t familiar with. “You’re still doing that?”

“Yeah,” you reply weakly, afraid you had upset him but wanting to lighten the mood. “Why? Are you worried we’re talkin’ shit?

Your plan seemed to work because Peter chuckled at that, “Maybe so.”

“Well…You wouldn’t have to if you just joined us.”

Peter had only joined you for maybe three dinners. May always appologized for his absence, but what upset you more was the worry on her face she tried to hide. She never knew where her nephew was. He would leave and then sneak back in at night. Sometimes he remembered the errands she sent him on, but usually not. May had noticed the scrapes and bruises, just as you had. You both worried about Peter and however he was choosing to process his grief. 

Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew he was hurting his Aunt with his behaviour. He was trying, he really was, but having a double life isn’t easy. He felt great adoration and gratitude for you, to know you cared for one of the most important people in his life, but guilt singed at the edges of his spirit. It was almost six- he really should be patrolling right now- but he looked into your eyes and couldn’t say no. 

“Okay, I can stay ‘til eight,”

Peter watches as a small smile overtakes your face, but it’s sad at the corners, not quite reaching your eyes. He’s confused by this, as to why you’re not more excited. You bring a hand up to push his hair out of his eyes. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

It would have to do for now.

When May comes home, you rush downstairs to help her in the kitchen. She greets you with her momma bear hug and begins asking about your day as you wash the produce she set out on the counter. You're telling her all about it when Peter awkwardly trails in behind you. 

“Oh, Peter!” She says, trying to stifle her excitement. Like if she let it show too much, then she might frighten him off. Or maybe she was scared to get her hopes up. “You’re still here. Are you staying for dinner?”

Peter decides to hug her first before he says anything. It warms your heart to see. There’s a soft smile that he gives her, one that says, “You’re my mom, and I love you.” And his hug carries the same message. May looks so small in his arms, a little woman with so much love for her boy. 

“Yeah May, I’m staying for dinner,” he says, cheek resting on the crown of her head. They break away and May looks so very happy. “(Y/n) here convinced me.”

You try to hide your warm cheeks from May but she sees right through you. 

“Thank you, Dear,” She says to you with a pointed smile before turning back to Peter, “Now go help her. She’s done more than enough helping in the kitchen over the last few weeks.”

Peter gives her a shocked but impressed “Yes, ma’am” at her display of sass. He joins you at the sink, and you try to keep the small water fight that erupted contained to the basin. 

Dinner is finished, and You and Peter set the table. May Serves herself last, then sits to say grace. When she opens her eyes again, she gives a nod of her head, “Let’s eat.”

The beef stroganoff is so delicious. It’s buttery and creamy; it’s fresh and light. You tell her as such, and the kind, older woman shushes you, warning that if you keep complimenting her cooking like that, her head’s gonna get too big to get her shirt over. 

You reach forward for your glass and May’s eyes light up. 

“That’s beautiful,” She says pointing to your wrist. You look down and fall in love with the drawing all over again. You look to your side to see Peter smiling too. You decide to kill two birds with one stone. 

“Thanks, May, my boyfriend drew that for me.”

You were still looking at Peter and watched his adam’s apple bob as his cheeks turned crimson. Before he could make any jokes, May stood from the table, clapping and cheering. She ran around the table and enveloped you and Peter in an awkward group hug from behind. 

“Oh my goodness, finally!”

At that, Peter stuttered out a staggered “May!”

His guardian paid him no mind, “Seriously, he’s been gushing about you for ages.”

Peter buried his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth like he was trying to block out anything happening right now. You, however, were relishing in his harmless embarrassment. 

“Really? For ages?” You teased. 

May caught on and smiled widely, “Yes, since your first day of school. He came home to Ben and me and told us all about this new girl he had met and how lovely she was.”

Peter was now banging his head against his crossed arms on the table. You felt like you might cry. Peter had noticed you even then? He was kind to you, sure- and definitely your first friend- but to talk to his parents about you? To already pick up on enough things to talk about? You felt lucky to be here, in this moment. 

You reach your hand out to rest on his shoulder. Peter peeked at you over his elbow, scared to see your face. But instead of the disgust or fear he thought he might find, he saw a warm smile and glassy eyes. 

“Well, that might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

Peter sat back up, trying to play off his embarrassment, “What can I say? I’m just a sweet guy.”

You shove him playfully, and he dramatically leans away, as if you had truly clocked him, but then rocks back like one of those blow-up punching bags that always came right back up and bumps your shoulder with his. Once back at equilibrium, he lays his palm out under the table for you to hold. You intertwine your fingers and can’t help the little skip in your heart when Peter rests his hand on your thigh. 

You’ve made an assembly line in the kitchen. May is boxing things up while Peter washes and you dry and put away. May is ranting about this new girl who just started at her job and how entitled she was. It was nice to hear her talk about life again, not just the past. Peter washes the last dish, then tells you he’ll be right back. 

It’s quiet in the kitchen, the water now silenced, and the conversation paused for Peter’s return. You can’t fight the smile that comes to your face every time your mind wanders to Peter, which is often. Every time you glance at your arm, there he is, pulled straight to the front of your mind. It takes all your willpower not to giggle every time. You’re sure you’ll be swinging your feet all night as you lay in bed trying to drift off to sleep. 

“Thank you (Y/n),” May almost whispers from her spot against the stove, “for everything. We’re really lucky to know you.”

The sincerity of her statement floors you for a minute. “I feel the same about you guys. Thank you for having me.”

You share a look with May that makes you wanna hug her until her head pops off. You don’t think anything you do will be enough to tell this woman how much she means to you. 

But the moment is ruined by Peter stomping down the stairs. Well some of them, you can tell he’s skipping a couple on his way down by the weird long pauses between his footfall. He’s got his layered jackets and shoes on, and his backpack is packed up. He picks up his skateboard against the wall and says, “I have to go.”

May turns away to wipe at the stove, you think it’s so Peter doesn’t have to see how sad she is when he leaves. Instead, she asks, “Can you get some eggs when you get back?”

“Yeah, sure thing.” He goes to rush out the door but stops. He slowly turns to you with a lopsided grin. His arms wrap around your waist and your cheeks warm knowing May is watching the whole display. She can see the puppy dog eyes and the way his fingers so expertly wrap around you. “See you later?”

“Not tonight, Mister.” May answers for you, “It’s late enough already.”

“Okay, Sheriff Parker,” he declares over your laughter. “So…I’ll text you?”

You pinch his cheek and give him a warning glare, “You better.”

He kisses you, and you lose your breath. His lips touched down on yours, and the rest of the world melted away, leaving only you and Peter. It wasn’t nearly long enough, but he broke away, sending a quiet “bye” through the doorway before closing it behind him. And just like that, he’s gone again. Wandering off into the night to collect more unexplainable wounds and stories you hoped, one day, he'd share with you.

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[kaylinlmao]

hello and welcome!

a little about me! my name is kaylin. i am bisexual and my pronouns are she/her. i love to write, and have written multiple short stories. i took a loooong break from writing in order to work on myself and my mental health but now im back and better than ever! my fandoms haven't changed, although im not entirely sure if people are still into tbp, which is why i write for mcu, stranger things, harry potter, etc. i am experimenting with writing smut and nsfw so you can request it, but be aware that if im not comfy with writing it, the request will be deleted. something that i enjoy doing is writing short stories with prompts. such as, enemies to lovers short story, and ill write it. so give me some prompts for short stories it you'd like. enjoy your stay here and have fun!

requests are: OPEN

fandoms I will write for

the black phone: robin, finney, vance, bruce, billy, gwen, donna

stranger things: nancy, steve, robin, eddie, billy, request others

it 2017: bill, richie, stan, eddie, ben, bev, mike, request others

mcu: wanda (my beloved), yelena, kate, peter, tony, natasha, jane, carol, maria, pietro, request others (i feel like i just revealed how gay i am)

harry potter: mattheo riddle (also my beloved), theodore nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, lorenzo birkshire, fred and george weasley, hermione granger, request others

harry potter (marauders era): sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew (love him), remus lupin, lily potter, regulus black, request others

tasm & tasm 2: harry osborn (my fave), peter parker, gwen stacy, max dillon (platonic)

what i will write

yandere

platonic headcannons

romantic headcannons

sfw headcannons

nsfw headcannons (as long as they're over 18)

fluff and angst

i will write and try just about everything. if I don't like it, i won't write it again.

what i WILL NOT write

pedophiles

scat

piss

i'm sure this list will get longer over time but for now, these are my hard nopes.

this blog is again mostly for the stupid scenarios and imagines in my head so please no hate. love y'all! :) -kaylin

blog started on october 13, 2022

masterlist last updated on january 24th, 2023

the black phone masterlist

stranger things masterlist (work in progress)

more to come! go check out my wattpad @kaylinlmao

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