The Magic Word

hey val :D,

i heard your requests were open and jumped to rq. could you please write something about petey being a needy clingy attention whore (me lol). i imagine him being like a puppy. he’s a stubborn bb and he just doesn’t stop trying. like throughout the day he just wants the readers attention in whatever form ( wink wink, suggestive tones if you want ). like a puppy even if it doesn’t initially go the way he wants he just tries again with his trademark petey golden retriever optimism.

thank you <333

(p.s i luv legit all of ur writing ur so talented)

the magic word

w/c: i’ll tell u later lolsies

warnings: lots and lots and lots of suggestiveness, implied smut, and swearing

a/n: hi lovely thank you so much <3 boy did i have fun with this one lmfhshjshs i love clingy peter the mostest he’s such a cutie and i hope you enjoy as much as i did :,) happy reading

peter notices first thing when he wakes up that you aren’t in his arms. you’d gone to sleep curled up to him, your bare bodies flush against one another’s. now, you’re all the way on the other side of the bed and hugging your pillow instead of peter.

a frown overtakes peter’s features. your back is to him, so he shuffles up behind you. he holds you close to him, nestling his face into your hair. he lets out a happy little sigh when he breathes in the familiar scent of your conditioner.

you’re usually the first one up, but you’re exhausted from last night’s activities. there are reminders of them etched onto your neck, littering both your hips; love bites. peter received quite a few of his own from you in return.

he moves your hair aside and tenderly pecks each of the marks on your neck. he keeps you warm in your peaceful slumber, strong arms looped around your middle. there’s nothing peter cherishes more than mornings like this.

he’s eventually lulled back to sleep by the sounds of your breathing, matching his inhales and exhales with yours as he drifts off once again.

the next time peter awakes, you’re no longer beside him. there’s only an indent in the mattress from where you laid. he hmphs at the emptiness of your snared bed.

peter finally rolls out of the bed, seeing no use in staying in it without you here to cuddle. he picks up his pile of discarded clothes from the floor. his t-shirt is missing, prompting him to squint quizzically at the pile. without thinking much of it, he throws on his boxers and a pair of socks before leaving the bedroom to look for you.

“babe? where’d you go?” peter calls for you. he pads down the hall, rubbing his tired eyes. “kitchen!” you call back.

peter enters the kitchen half-naked and with his curls messier than you’ve ever seen them. although, he’s wearing more clothes than you’d left him with. you admire the hickeys scattered about his skin.

“there you are,” peter perks up, giving you a once over from across the room. “and there’s my shirt.”

you’re leaned against the counter, eggs cooking on the stove. surely enough, his missing t-shirt hangs comfortably off your frame. you flash him a smirk.

“what, you want it back?” you retort. you begin to lift the fabric by its hem, and peter doesn’t stop you. “go ahead, it’ll level the playing field,” he encourages. “you’re unbelievable,” you chuckle out, turning around to check on your eggs. “you’re a tease,” peter rasps in his morning voice.

he walks the short distance over to the stove. you can feel his body heat radiating onto you from where he stands. his hands find their place on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder. his lips pepper your cheek in soft kisses. you fetch a spatula to scramble your eggs, grinning to yourself as peter plants a kiss on the corner of your lips.

peter stands on his tiptoes and cranes his neck to reach your lips better, but you shove at his chest to stop him.

“pete, i’m cooking,” you remind him. “don’t care,” he dismisses, pulling your hips against him. you bite back your growing smile. “aren’t you hungry? you’re always hungry,” you play coy. “i am,” peter confirms. he manages to sneak a peck at your lips. “for you,” he finishes.

“like you didn’t get enough of me last night,” you remark, turning off the stove once the eggs are cooked to your liking. “what can i say? i’m insatiable,” peter agrees.

he trails open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at you to see your reaction. unfazed, you divide the eggs in half and plate them. you then head over to the toaster with peter still clinging onto you. he kisses back up to your lips while you retrieve two slices of toast from it, continuing to ignore his attempts.

a whimper escapes peter when you pry yourself free from his arms. you drop the toast on the plates.

“how about some breakfast to satisfy that appetite of yours?” you suggest. “butter’s on the table. hot sauce, too. you want any fruit?” you ask him. peter pouts at you, a smile of feigned innocence on your lips. “coffee?” you question.

peter gives you one last chance to take his hints, but you offer his plate to him instead.

“i’m okay. thanks for breakfast, baby,” peter murmurs, grabbing his plate from you. “anytime, my love,” you reply and give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

you fix yourself a cup of coffee as peter seats himself at the kitchen table. he stabs a fork into his plain eggs and chews, watching you longingly. the way you sway your hips side to side as you pour in milk, how your shirt rides up more and more with every movement.

your giggle when you catch him staring.

god, your laugh is music to his ears.

“enjoying the view?” you joke as you join peter at the table. peter eagerly nods. “i love seeing you in my clothes,” he affirms, a goofy grin stretching across his lips. “i love seeing you without them, too,” he adds. “eat your food,” you laugh out, pushing peter’s plate towards him.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i mean… no, i’m not, but,” he stammers. blush tints his cheeks. “but seriously. you look really cute,“ he compliments, tugging at the collar of your shirt. you wink at him over your coffee cup, sipping from your straw. “thanks, pete. your outfit’s not too shabby, either,” you return.

your fingers brush over his shirtless torso, leaving goosebumps as they go.

you fill him in on your plans for today for the remainder of your meal, but peter struggles to listen. his mind is elsewhere.

in the gutter.

“whatcha doin’?” peter appears in the bedroom.

you’ve gotten dressed for the day, courtesy of the fresh load of laundry dumped out atop your bed. you hold up the blouse you’re currently folding in response to peter’s question.

“laundry,” you tell him. “i did yours, too. here.” you toss a flannel at peter’s chest. peter catches it with his face scrunched in disapproval. “what’s this for?” he plays dumb. you answer by throwing him a pair of jeans next. “gotta leave something to the imagination, hm?” you hum. “reverse sexism,” peter gasps, earning a giggle from you.

you put away your neatly folded blouse in your drawer, peter’s doe eyes fixated on your form. you don a skirt and a matching sweater that he realizes belongs to him. it’s a turtleneck, to cover up the many hickeys he gave you. peter’s heart soars at you wearing his clothes again.

you place the rest of your laundry back in your hamper before plopping down on the bed. you have a pair of sneakers in hand.

“y’look pretty, baby. going somewhere?” peter wonders. he sits down next to you and pats his thigh, signaling for you to give him your foot. “thanks, pete. lunch with betty and mj, remember i told you?” you respond, peter tying up your shoelaces.

no.

“yeah, totally. right,” peter assures you. “could i come?”

he’s flashing you that perfectly adorable, comically wide smile of his. it’s the one that makes you swoon every time without fail, the one he knows you can’t resist.

“sorry, no boys allowed,” you inform him. you switch feet once peter finishes lacing your sneaker. “since when?” peter’s smile dwindles. “since betty and ned are on a break again and she needs some girl time,” you explain, waving around your foot that peter has been neglecting.

“they broke up?” peter gawks. “yeah, but you know that never lasts long,” you shrug. “i just told you at breakfast,” you repeat, brows knitted together. peter gets to work on your other shoe. “must’ve slipped my mind,” he mumbles, finishing up your laces.

you ruffle his curls and stand from the bed.

“i better get going. can i bring you something back?” you ask, searching around the room for your purse. peter hops up and follows you step for step. “wait, i really can’t come? i thought you were joking! that’s so not fair!” he squeaks. “i don’t make the rules, peter. i just enforce them,” you giggle.

you find your purse and sling it over your shoulder, heading to the door. peter rushes in front of you so he’s standing between you and the door, gripping at your waist to keep you in place.

“y/n,” he tries. he gives you his signature puppy eyes. “peter,” you deadpan, reaching for the doorknob. peter blocks you. “i’m gonna be late, love,” you breathe out. “i don’t want you to go,” peter squeezes at your waist with a childish huff. “the sooner you let me go, the sooner i’ll be back,” you promise.

“i can’t argue with that logic,” peter concedes at last, releasing your waist from his grip. “goodbye kiss?”

you capture peter’s lips in yours, his eyes fluttering closed as he reciprocates. peter sets a hand on your jaw to tilt your head up towards him, lips parting for more. much to his dismay, you pull away instead.

“i’m going, i’m going,” you decide, laughing breathlessly. “you should check in with ned, okay?”

you thread your fingers through peter’s to remove his hand from your face. peter grins when your lips press to his knuckles.

“‘kay, i will. have fun without me,” he sarcastically says. “i will,” you shoot back.

you arrive home with a takeout bag in hand and a smile on your face. peter springs out of his seat on the couch the second you walk through the door.

“you’re back,” he beams, greeting you with a short kiss on your lips. “how was lunch with the girls?”

he’s in the outfit you’d hurled at him earlier, hair now styled and a headset around his ears. his current video game of choice is displayed on the tv.

“good! betty’s taking the breakup pretty well this time. she says hi, by the way,” you relay, shrugging your coat off your shoulders. “just betty? what about mj?” peter wonders. he helps you out of your coat and hangs it on the rack. “she had a few other choice words for you,” you reply, peter scoffing.

“how’s ned?” you prompt him. “uh, why don’t you see for yourself,” he grimaces.

peter motions for you to come closer. you oblige, and hear wailing coming from his headset. he tucks the headphones behind his ears, lips pressing together.

“is that ned?” you mouth. “yup,” peter sighs. “i’m on with him. i thought maybe a video game marathon would cheer him up, but i was wrong,” he rubs the back of his neck. you set a hand on his chest. “aw, poor ned. is he okay?” you question.

“ned, buddy. how’re you doing? you good?” peter softly asks his friend through his microphone.

you make out a strangled no between sobs.

“i got you lunch. it’ll be in the kitchen whenever you’re ready,” you quietly tell peter. you begin to creep out of the room with the takeout bag. “no, don’t go! where are you going?” peter whisper yells back. “don’t worry about it. stay on with ned!” you shoo him off.

peter adjusts his headset so it’s around his neck, scurrying after you.

“baby, i’ve barely seen you all day,” he protests. “ned needs you,” you answer, making your way into the kitchen. peter’s fingers hook around your wrist, grasping it in his hand. “and i need you,” he desperately whines. “later, pete. be a good friend,” you give him a stern look.

peter groans, stomping back over to the couch in defeat. you lightheartedly roll your eyes at your boyfriend and leave his lunch on the kitchen counter.

you end up going for a walk to kill time while peter consoles ned. it’s one of those rare, warm days in the city during the transition from winter to spring. you’d decided to take advantage of it.

you were a bit overdressed for the weather, so you’re heated when you come back to the apartment. peter is still splayed out on the couch, minus the headset and with netflix now open on the screen. he must have finished up with ned.

“baby, baby, baby!” peter greets, twisting around on the couch to face you. “i was just about to look for a movie, c’mere!” he beckons you over. you wipe beads of sweat off your forehead. “i gotta shower, babe. later?” you reply. “you said that last time,” peter complains and switches off the tv.

“yeah, but now i’m all gross and sweaty,” you justify, shaking out your turtleneck. “that doesn’t bother me,” peter declares. “it should. this is your shirt, you know,” you chuckle and pull the turtleneck over your head, letting it land on the floor.

you kick off your sneakers, left in only your bra and skirt. peter’s breath hitches.

“hm, that feels good,” you almost moan. “you’re killing me, y/n,” peter mutters back. “i know,” you acknowledge with a sugary sweet smile. you unclip your bra next and fling it at him. “y/n, baby…” peter licks his lips, fingers toying with the straps.

he’s practically drooling as he eyes you from the couch.

“please,” peter pleads, the word laced with desperation. “please what?” you muse. he swallows hard. “c’mere,” he gets out. you look him up and down, peter following your gaze. “after i shower,” you level with him.

“but-“

peter cuts himself off because you’re already gone. he hears the shower turn on, slumping down in his spot.

from the couch, peter listens to the running water and you softly singing to yourself. he imagines your hands running along your body as you lather up the soap, the noises of content you’d let out, and…

fuck, this is torture.

what he would give to be in there with you.

“hey, peter?” you shout for him, answering his prayers. “yeah?” peter immediately shouts back. “could you come in here a sec?” you request.

he’s there in an instant, all but bursting through the bathroom door. steam floats through the room, your intoxicating scent flooding peter’s senses. you pop your head out from behind the shower curtain.

“jeez, it’s hot in here,” peter exhales a laugh. “that’s how i like it,” you grin, water droplets dripping down your skin. he shakes his head. “so what’s up, baby? what’d you need?” he wonders, hoping this is leading where he thinks it will. “i forgot a towel. would you mind grabbing me one?” your grin becomes apologetic.

“oh, sure. no problem,” peter replies, face falling. “be right back.”

he hurries to the linen closet and returns with a clean towel, hanging it up for you.

“thanks,” you murmur. “of course. anything else?” peter’s tone is suggestive, eyes raking over what little of your body he can see. you pull the curtain aside to reveal yourself fully. “you wanna join me, pete?” you knowingly question. “oh my god, yes. i thought you’d never ask,” he pants out.

peter quickly strips his clothes, you giggling as he races to get into the shower. he comes in and yanks the curtain shut behind him, pinning you back against the wall. you squeal at the unexpectedness of his actions. peter’s lips attach to your neck, fingers digging into your sides. he kisses down the middle column of your throat lightly, your head rolling back in pleasure.

you take peter’s chin between your fingers to guide his lips up to meet yours in a feverous kiss. he uses his grip at your sides to hoist you up, your legs around his torso. you squirm around in his hold, your want for him growing at the feeling of him pressed up against you.

“pete,” you mumble against his lips. “peter…” you squeeze at his biceps, your chest heaving. peter leans in. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he speaks lowly, nipping at your earlobe. “please,” you purr, rocking your hips against his. he grips at your hips to stop you. “please what?” he echoes your words from earlier with a cheeky smile.

“you little shit,” you mutter under your breath, crashing your lips into peter’s once again.

just as badly as peter needs you, you need him.

crush

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peter parker x f!reader

summary: spider-man hangs out with his crush all the time but this time it's different

warnings: swearing??

peter has been crushing over y/n for a very long time to the point where it's not even just a crush anymore, he's full on in love but he could never have the courage to tell her

luckily, he still gets to be with her, through spider-man.

nobody really remembers how it happened, it just did and for some reason y/n and spider-man are friends now. she's never really told anyone cause she's not that type of person. besides, he was just a normal person

she obviously doesn't know it's peter and he plans on it staying that way, spider-man was like his safety net. if they ever get into a fight, there's spider-man, if something's up with her, there's spider-man, anything that happens, spider-man knows about it

for once, peter was at a party and everyone was called to gather around in a circle. they decided to play spin the bottle, which made peter extremely nervous since y/n was part of the circle

once it was y/n's turn she span the bottle and of course, it had to land on peter. she wanted to lean in until she noticed how peter was frozen and clearly did not want to be kissed

"if peter doesn't want a kiss i'd like to volunteer instead of him" some guy said annoyingly

peter simply got up and left, y/n wasn't gonna let him ruin her day so she got the other guy and kissed him, making everyone laugh at how the guy was so happy

after the party was over, y/n went home and headed upstairs, to the roof. it's usually where she waits for spider-man to show up so they can talk and hang out

as usual, spider-man swung by when patrol was over.

"hey" he said, stuttering in the beginning since it felt awkward to talk after what happened

she didn't answer though

"what's up, talk to me" he said

she looked down, she looked pissed off and sad at the same time

"there's this guy, i don't know what his problem is- i mean, i was at this party today and we were playing spin the bottle, alright? so i spin the bottle and it lands on him and instead of kissing me like a normal person does he just- left! who does that? i don't get it! is- is it me? am i just that type of person that nobody wants to deal with? he always avoids me and it's just- it's me isn't it." she said

"what?" he said, shocked. he never realized how much he affected her with his actions

"i...i mean he probably doesn't mean it that way, right? maybe he just gets nervous around you cause you're so pretty and sweet and literally my dream girl and i would never hurt you i was just scared cause i've loved you for years and i don't know how to tell you-"

her head perked up in shock

"what? are-are you- oh my god, peter is spider-man?! all those things i said- oh my god this is so- you probably think i'm such a weirdo this is so embarrassing-"

peter stood there just staring at the girl who was spiraling. once she stopped talking and looked at him, he burst into laughter.

"what- why are you laughing?!"

"cause you're crazy! i tell you that i've been in love with you for years and all you care about is what i think of you cause you act like your weird normal self around me?"

"cause- i don't know what if you stop feeling the same way and i would be in love with someone who doesn't love me back-"

"did you just say you love me?"

"maybe..."

peter then used his webs on her and pulled her to his chest

"say it" he said

the girl smiled shyly in looked down

"please?"

she looked up and smiled

"i love you" she whispered

"again?"

"i love you"

"one more time, please?"

"i love you, peter."

"yeah that's it" he said, chuckling as the two shared a kiss

a/n: requests are open babes so don't be shy cause i have no ideas anymore help

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imbackhome

2 years ago

This was so amazing!!! 💖💖

Interviews with Spider-Man (Peter Parker x Reader)

Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first fic in a while but I thought I'd write for Peter Parker because he's one of my all-time favs from the very beginning. I hope y'all enjoy this and feel free to start requesting things again! I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things. Also, if anyone wants to become mutuals, my dm's are totally open :)

Requested?: Nope!

Summary: (Y/n), in an effort to save the school newspaper club, scores an interview with Spider-Man.

Interviews with Spider-Man

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: None! Just fluff for this one!

“If you don’t get interest sparked in the newspaper by the student body soon, and I mean very soon, then I’m afraid I’ll have to shut down the club,” Principal Morita says as he frowns at you.

You’re sitting across from him at his desk, jaw dropped at the sudden news.

“Principal Morita, that’s not fair! The newspaper is important to a lot of people!” You protest, forcefully putting your hands on the ends of his desk as you stand up. He gives you a stern look, causing you to sheepishly sit back down.

“Is it important to a lot of people, or is it just important to you, (Y/n)?” He asks, his words coming out with a sigh. You grimace. Yes, the newspaper was mostly important to you, but that didn’t mean that everyone else hated it. You had a good team of four people by your side that worked hard for the newspaper, too, including Michelle Jones and Betty Brant.

“It’s more than just me, I can assure you.” You set your mouth into a firm line, eyebrows creasing together as you give him a hard stare.

“Great. If it’s so important to that many people, then you won’t have any trouble getting the student body’s interest, will you?” He smiles dauntingly at you. Your eyes widen.

“Well, I--”

“You’re dismissed, Miss (Y/l/n). We’ll have another meeting in two weeks to discuss this. If newspaper readings haven’t picked up by then, I’m afraid there won’t be good news for you.”

You pick up your bag with a huff and turn on your heel, heading for the door. If Principal Morita didn’t believe in you, then you’d just have to find someone who does.

~+~

“He seriously said that to you?” Betty asks incredulously, placing a hand on her hip.

“Yup. So we gotta figure this out quickly,” You say.

“I mean, we could spice things up by having a photo on the front? That catches attention,” MJ pipes in with her idea.

“That’s a great idea MJ, but who’s gonna take the picture? None of us are exactly…” You glance over to the two other guys in the newspaper club, typing furiously on their computers, “artistic in that way.”

“We may not be, but I’m sure we could find someone.” Betty shrugs, looking at you and MJ.

“Peter Parker is good with photography.” MJ points out. Your eyes light up.

“Yes! I have my next class with him, he’s my lab partner. I’ll ask him if he’s up for being on the newspaper team,” You say, grinning ear to ear at the prospect of the club being saved. As newspaper club president, you feel very strongly about this going well. After all, it’s your senior year and this is one of the most important things to you. You can’t just give up on it.

“Well, the bell’s about to ring, so you better get headed that direction.” Betty pats you on the back. You grab your backpack and start heading for your chemistry class, working up the courage to ask Peter to join the newspaper club. You have talked to him before, but only really for class purposes. He’s not exactly a friend, per se, so you’re a little nervous to ask a favor from him. But you’d do anything to save your club.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Peter greets you as he sets his backpack down and sits next to you.

“Hey, Parker.” You smile at him, turning back to your work nervously as you mull over what you want to say to him.

“You okay?” He asks, face contorting slightly in concern as he sees your in-thought expression.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I just…the newspaper club is getting shut down soon if we don’t get more of the student body to read it, so…I’m a bit bummed about that.” A bit bummed is an understatement, but he doesn’t need to know that at this point.

“Seriously? I love reading the school newspaper every week. Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks. You turn to face him, a sheepish smile on your face.

“Actually, there is…”

“How?”

“Would you be able to take photos for the school paper? Just one a week, so we can put it on the cover and catch more people’s attention with it.” You plead, giving him small puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, uh, yeah! I’d definitely be willing to do that for yo-- uh, the newspaper club.” He laughs, a light shade of red dusting his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. The blush escapes you as the only thing you can think about is the fact that he agreed to do it.

“Thank you!” You gasp, hugging him tightly. You let go quickly and grab your phone, immediately texting the newspaper group chat and missing the dazed look that Peter has on his face.

~~~

You: PETER SAID YES!!

MJ: fr? Awesome

Betts: YES! NEWSPAPER SAvED!

MJ: don’t get too excited, it has to actually work first

You: MJ, pls, stop being negative and let us bask in the win

MJ: whatever you say

~~~

“When do you need the first photo by?” Peter asks. You think about it. The newspaper usually publishes on Monday of every week, and it’s currently Friday, so tomorrow or Sunday should probably do. That way, you have time to format it before you send it to get printed.

“Tomorrow, if that’s okay,” You say.

“Tomorrow? What’s the subject that I’m even photographing?” Peter looks at you quizically. You deadpan. Crap, that’s kind of important to know. But if the next meeting with the principal is in two weeks, you can’t wait until the second week to put your plan into action.

“Well, I was thinking of writing a column on Spider-Man, but…I don’t know, that’ll be hard to capture a photo of him…” You trail off, brainstorming any way to make this happen and save your newspaper. Truth is, you had no intention on creating a Spider-Man column this week, but the idea came to you since your previous column, “Budget Cuts to Midtown,” seems a tad bitter now that the newspaper team is part of the cuts.

“Well…I’ll see what I can come up with, and we can meet up tomorrow to talk about it?” He asks, getting out a piece of paper. You nod furiously, internally sighing about your lack of a plan otherwise.

Peter grabs a pen and slides the piece of paper and pen over to you.

“If you’ll write down your number, I’ll text you tomorrow about the photo and we can talk about it. Sound good?” He asks. Your eyes drop to the paper and you start to write your number out, missing his small exhale as you do so.

“Sounds great. I’m sorry for the short notice, I promise it won’t be like this every week. Just do what you can and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” You grimace, sliding the paper over to him.

“Of course. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” He gives you a reassuring smile, taking the paper and slipping it into his pocket.

“Alright, class! Stop chatting, it’s time for learning…” Your teacher gets up and starts droning on about chemical compounds.

All you can think about is your Spider-Man column and what you’re going to write for it. Sure, the masked hero is constantly in the news, but what could you write about him that the kids wouldn’t be able to get on the internet literally anywhere else? It had to be special, something worth reading, something that would spark interest.

But what?

~+~

Peter: Hey (Y/n), it’s Peter. I have an idea for the school newspaper. Can we meet up?

You: Yeah, of course! Where do you want to meet?

Peter: Would Delmar’s deli on the corner work? I know we live relatively close to each other.

You: Yeah, that works great for me. Meet you there in like ten?

Peter: Perfect. See you soon!

~~~

You grab your laptop and head out the door almost immediately, arriving at Delmar’s about ten minutes later. Peter is already sitting at a table outside, his hand shooting up to wave at you as soon as he sees you. You grin at him and walk slightly faster, arriving at the table and sitting down across from him.

“So, whatcha got?” You hum, bringing out your computer and opening it up.

“Well, I’ve got good news and a new idea.” He gets out his own laptop and starts typing furiously. You cock your head to the side.

“A new idea?” You ask, your curiosity piqued. You’re all for new ideas when it comes to the newspaper nowadays.

“Yeah. So, first off, I got this photo.” Peter spins his computer around and shows you an incredible shot of Spider-man swinging from a building.

“Holy crap, Parker, that’s incredible! How did you get that?” You gasp, practically grabbing the computer out of his hands as you stare at the incredible detail and precision of it. It looks entirely professional and way too good to be true.

“You could say I…called in a favor. Anyway, onto my idea. Have you figured out your Spider-man column yet?”

No. You have not. Honestly, you had been trying all night to come up with an idea, but nothing was inspiring you, and you had no clue what to write about. Nothing was original at this point when it came to the infamous superhero.

“...No.” You sigh, planting your face in your hands.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry! I was just asking because I had an idea for it, but I didn’t want to ruin any ideas that you potentially had!” He reassures you, reaching out and innocently touching your forearm. You look up at him.

“What’s your idea?” You ask.

“Well, you could interview Spider-man. That could be the column, an interview with Spider-man.”

You look at him with the blankest face you can muster. How in the world were you, a mere student at Midtown High, going to score an interview with a literal superhero? He must be literally insane.

“Peter, I hate to shut down a good idea, but that’s impossible.” You deadpan.

“(Y/n), no it’s not--”

“How would I get an interview with a literal superhero? It’s not like I can just stop him in the street and say ‘Hey, Mr. Spider-man, would you mind if I asked you a couple questions’--”

“That’s not what you would--”

“Like, how insane would that be! Parker, seriously, if you’re going to get my hopes up, at least--”

“Would you listen to--”

“An interview with Spider-man! Ha! it actually sounds absurd--”

“I know Spider-man!” Peter blurts out, causing you to stop in your tracks and go silent.

“You what?” You whisper, eyes widening.

“I have a Stark internship, (Y/n). I see him all the time, I can ask him for a favor and set up a meeting with you. When would you want to meet?” He asks, his eyes boring into yours. Your breath hitches in your throat under the intensity of his gaze.

“Could you secure an interview for tomorrow?” Your words barely come out, shock still overcoming pretty much all of your brain functions.

“I can try. I’ll talk to him later today at the compound and I’ll text you what he says before tonight. Sound good?” He asks, a small smile making its way to his face.

“Sound good? This is the best thing I think that has ever happened to me.” You blink rapidly at him, finally settling back into a normal state. An interview with Spider-Man? You’re on cloud nine, in all honesty. If this is truly happening, then the newspaper would be saved without question.

“Great. I’ll talk to you later, then. I gotta get going.” He stands up and turns to leave, hesitating for a moment.

Peter turns back to you, a small smile on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll save the newspaper, alright?” He reassures you. You stare up at him with a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“I know we will,” You say.

Peter gives you one last nod before hurrying off to what you assume is his internship duties. You stand up from the table, closing your laptop and shoving it into your bag.

An interview with Spider-Man.

What could get better than that?

~+~

You can barely contain your excitement as your eyes keep drifting to the alarm clock on your bedside table. You get to meet Spider-Man any minute now. The clock flashes “2:17 AM” at you but you could honestly care less about the early hour that he chose to meet you, claiming he had to do it after his patrol was over.

Three taps on your window bring you abruptly out of your thoughts as you hop up and frantically scurry over to the window. You slide it up and come face-to-face with the masked hero you had heard so much about.

“Holy crap you’re actually here- Spider-Man,” You say breathlessly, shock overwhelming you.

“Uh, yeah, Peter said you wanted an interview with me?” He asks, the voice under the mask obviously being distorted for identity reasons.

“Absolutely- uh, do you want to come in or for me to come out?” You ask, grabbing your phone.

“Maybe it’d be best if you come out. Don’t want people to get the wrong idea.” He chuckles, and you think about the many implications of that statement. Nevertheless, you aren’t able to dwell on it for long because you’re stepping outside onto the fire escape right next to the Spider-Man of New York City.

“Wow, I’m-- I never actually introduced myself properly. I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), it’s nice to meet you Spider-Man.” You force out nervously, holding your hand out for him to shake. He laughs and shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/n).”

“Uh, before we get started, I have to ask: is it okay if I record this conversation? If you say anything you don’t want to go on record or in the newspaper you can just tell me after the fact or say ‘strike that’ and I’ll pretend it never happened.” You go over the formalities quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” He agrees. You sigh in relief and turn the voice memos on in your phone.

“So, what made you want to become a superhero?” You ask, staring into the white eyes of his mask.

“Well, uh…I suppose, I was gifted with powers one day and decided to use them for the better. As someone once told me, ‘great power comes with great responsibility’ and he was right. Mr. Stark approached me and offered me a spot on the team, and I accepted.” He explains, his mask’s eyes moving in sync with how you expect his facial expressions to read.

“Gifted?” You prod, writing down sketches of notes that you want to remember from the interview that the voice notes won’t catch. Mainly, the moving of his mask eyes.

“Sorry?” He asks, a hand scratching the back of his neck. You wonder if he can feel the scratch of his hand through his suit.

“Oh, sorry, I was asking if you think that your powers are a gift. I know some might consider them a curse rather than a blessing,” You state simply as you continue to look down at your notepad.

“I-” Spider-Man seems at a momentary loss, “Man you really don’t hold back on your interviews, do you?”

This causes your head to snap up and look at him, realizing the bluntness of your question to him.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to--”

“No, no, it’s alright. I’ll answer it. It was just funny to me, don’t worry,” He laughs, a joyous noise to your ears, “yeah, I uh… I would consider it a gift. I get to help others, and that’s honestly all I could ever ask for. It is to the detriment of myself sometimes, sure, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. It’s helped me become the person I am today.”

“That’s very inspiring, Spider-Man, thank you.” You smile at him, getting a warm feeling in your body. Spider-Man seems like a very likeable, down-to-earth individual and you feel very lucky to get to know him like this.

“So, what is it like being on a team with the Avengers?” You ask.

“Well, the team is great. Mr. Stark--”

As Spider-Man continues to talk about the Avengers and how incredible of a team it is, you take to your notepad. Mr. Stark, you think, so he’s young. A teenager perhaps? You ponder. If he’s a teenager, then that means he’s most likely your age. And if he’s your age, then…

No. Nope. No way. Do not get a crush on Spider-Man.

“--and Captain America is very funny. Kind of oblivious to modern technology sometimes, but a great guy and I really like working with him. I like working with all of them, honestly, it’s a dream come true.” Spider-Man ends his listing. You look up at him and smile softly.

“They seem like a great group of people to work with. I’m honestly jealous.” You laugh, and you see the eyes of his suit perk up at your laugh. This intrigues you.

“Well, I’m sure you’re also awesome to work with. I’m kinda jealous of Peter for getting to work with both the Avengers and you!” He chuckles. Is he…flirting?

“Well, technically, you get to work with me now, too. Unless this is like a one-time thing in which case--” You stammer out, embarrassed that you assumed he’d be coming back.

“No, of course I’m coming back. Talking with an incredibly witty, beautiful girl like you for hours on end into the night? I can’t complain.” He tells you. Definitely flirting.

“Well, thank you. I suppose I could say the same, but I don’t know what you look like under the mask,” You tease.

“We both know I can’t show you that.” He shakes his head lightly but you can tell the smile is still on his face.

“Oh, I know. And I’m not asking, let’s be clear about that. We’ll keep your anonymity for now, Spider-Man.” You grin at him.

“For now?” He asks, the amusement evident in his voice.

“What, I can’t say I won’t get curious one day.” You taunt him. He puts his hands up.

“Alright, alright. I suppose I can’t blame you for that.”

“Now, to continue with a few more questions…”

~+~

You had been meeting with Spider-Man every Sunday night for about two months at this point. The newspaper was met with huge success after the Spider-Man interview column was introduced, and the principal was forced to keep the newspaper going. In fact, you had kind of become a celebrity at school for knowing Spider-Man. Peter Parker had basically become your best friend during this time, and you couldn’t thank him enough for scoring that first interview with Spider-Man. All of the success you’re experiencing now is all because of him, and you don’t let him forget that. Besides, you’ve kind of been growing a crush on Spider-Man, so you have to thank Peter for introducing you to him in that capacity as well.

“Hey, Parker.” You slide up to Peter in the hallway, walking to chemistry class with him.

“Hey, (Y/n/n).” Peter smiles at you.

“TGIF, am I right?” You chuckle. He gives you a weird face.

“How old are you again?” He asks, eliciting a laugh from you. His eyes light up at your laugh, unbeknownst to you. You look back at him and he tries to hide his face of delight at making you laugh.

“Oh come on, you have to be a little happy that it’s Friday. We have movie night tomorrow night!” You remind him. You, Peter, Ned, and MJ had all created ‘Saturday move marathon night’ and it had been successful so far. Tonight’s movie is Revenge of the Sith, courtesy of Peter and Ned. Not that you’re complaining, though.

“Of course I’m happy it’s Friday. I wouldn’t miss movie night for the world. Come on, let’s get to class. We can’t be late again.”

~+~

That night, you’re putting away some clean clothes and listening to music when you hear a distinct three taps on your window. Your eyes dart to the clock next to you that reads “2:43 AM” in bright red lettering. You turn around and see Spider-Man’s iconic suit standing at the window.

Rushing over, you slide the window up and stare at him confused.

“You’re two days early, you’re not supposed to be here until Sunday night.” You remark, brows furrowed. He doesn’t respond, instead tumbling through your window right past you. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from yelping. He had never come into your room before, so you are beyond confused as to what is happening.

“Help.” You hear his strained voice manage to get out, without the voice modulator covering it.

Oh crap. He’s hurt.

“Oh my god, Spider-Man, what’s wrong? What happened?” You frantically ask, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders to support him as you walk over to your bed and lay him down on it. You see scrapes and blood covering his body as his suit is torn up in places.

“Fight…went wrong.” He forces out, and you can see how labored his breathing is as his chest heaves up and down.

“Okay, uh, give me one second-” You run to your medical cabinet in your house and grab everything you think might be helpful.

You run back to your room as quietly as possible and get out what you found: a clean warm wet wash towel, sterile gauze, antibacterial ointment, and a small sewing kit. Luckily, your mom is a nurse and taught you a few things on stitching people up in case you ever needed it, which you never thought you would but here you are.

“Stay still. This is going to hurt a little bit, but please don’t move as that will just make it worse.” You instruct, getting to work. You stop the bleeding, clean the wounds, apply the ointment, and start to stitch him up. He winces every so often, but does as you told him and keeps pretty still the whole time.

“Thank you.” He murmurs once you’re done. You can tell he’s exhausted, and you feel bad for him.

“I’m only glad I could help. You worried me there for a second, Spidey.” You admit, laying a hand on his shoulder. You didn’t notice while you were working since you were so worried about him, but dang does he have some abs on him.

You notice your staring and look away, clearing your throat and hoping that he didn’t notice.

“No need to worry, I’m tough,” He says, and you can tell he’s trying to smile under his mask. You sigh and look at him with a tense look, obviously still worried about his condition. He tries to sit up next to you, but you sternly push him back down onto the bed by his shoulders.

“Stay there for a little bit. I don’t want your wounds opening back up.” You explain to him.

“How long?” He asks. You think you recognize his unmodulated voice for a moment, but you brush it off as a coincidence.

“Until morning at least--”

“Technically it is morning.”

“You know what I mean. My parents are usually out Saturday mornings and they don’t check on me before they leave, so you’ll be safe here for now.” You tell him, studying his masked face. He seems to return your gaze, committing your features to memory.

Your hands that rested on his shoulders start to inch toward his neck, laying there for a moment but not daring to lift up his mask.

“Is today the day you’re curious?” He whispers. A smile quirks up on your face.

“Maybe…” You respond, finding the line where his mask meets his suit. You trace your fingers along the line. You decide to play it bold and creep the mask up slightly. You see the tan skin of his neck and can’t help but pull the mask over his jaw all the way up to his nose. You see his lips and your breath hitches.

He hasn’t stopped you, but you fear pushing the boundary any further than this since he didn’t technically tell you it was okay. Instead, you opt to let go of the mask and run your hand along his jaw and down his neck. Finally, you reach up and rub a thumb over his lips in the ghost of a motion, the singular move sending a shiver down your spine. A long silence envelops the two of you as you both stare intently at each other.

The silence is broken by Spider-Man who mutters a small ‘screw it’ before his lips are on yours. You’re surprised at first, a small noise of surprise leaving your lips, but you quickly melt into his touch. You rest one hand on his chest and the other on his neck as his gloved hands come to your waist and face. You could stay like this forever.

The two of you break apart and stare at each other with what you assume to be shock. That’s what it is for you, at least. Spider-Man just kissed you.

“I-I don’t even know who you are.” You breathe out, reality hitting you. You may know Spider-Man, but you don’t know him.

“You do.” Spider-Man reaches up to the edge of the mask.

“Wait! I- I don’t… If you can’t…” You stumble for the words, not wanting him to jeopardize his identity for you.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, (Y/n/n). Trust me.” He lifts the edge of the mask until it’s entirely off and fallen to the bed. You gape at the man before you.

“Pete?” You whisper, a hand slowly coming to cover your open mouth.

“Hey, (Y/n/n).” He chuckles nervously.

“I’ve been crushing on my best friend this entire time.” You murmur to yourself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You quickly clear your throat and look him up and down.

“So, the Stark internship--”

“Is just a cover for you being Spider-Man? Yeah, I think I figured that one out, genius.” You finish the sentence for him, setting your hand back down on his shoulder.

“Are you mad?” He asks, and you can tell he’s apprehensive for your answer.

“No. Shocked? Yes. But mad? No. You’re saving people’s lives, I can’t be mad at you for that.” You admit.

“But I lied to you.” He frowns.

“I mean, yeah, technically. But I’d do the same, so I’m not going to exactly blame you for that. Thank you for telling me now, though.”

“So does that mean I can kiss you again?” He asks, a small smile gracing his features. A light blush rises to your cheeks.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t hesitate. In a moment, he’s pulling you back down to him and his lips are on yours. You kiss him feverishly, wishing the moment would last forever again. Who would have known that Peter Parker could have been Spider-Man. All this time, you thought Peter had introduced you to the love of your life when in reality he’s been sitting right in front of your face.

“Movie night tomorrow night will be interesting.” Peter chuckles, running his thumb over your cheek.

“More than,” You agree, leaning down to peck his forehead, “now get some rest tonight, Spider-Man.”

“Lay with me?” He asks, getting into a more comfortable position on the bed so you can lay down with him.

“Gladly.” You smile and get into bed next to him.

This was certainly quite the interesting couple of months, but you’re not complaining. After all, the newspaper got saved, and you figured out that your crush and best friend are the same person and that he likes you back. Overall, you’d say that the interviews with Spider-Man proved to be a leaping success.

~+~

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!! Again, requests are open and so are my dm's! Have a great day!

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imbackhome

3 years ago

I LOVE THIS 😍😍😍😍

Love (Sweet Love)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter makes sure, everyday, he shows you how much he loves you.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, suggestive, swearing, cute boyfriend!Peter.

A/N: In honor of Little Mix's song Love (Sweet Love) coming out yesterday, I decided to write this fic. Yes I know this song is about showing yourself love, but the title fit this fic so leave me alone :). Enjoy!

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"Aww Peter you didn't!" You squeal when you see your boyfriend at your door holding a bag of your favorite food from Chick-fil-A. He smiled then entered your house, as he did he engulfed you in a big hug. He made sure to kiss your forehead before walking over to the table and getting your food out.

You had texted Peter about an hour ago saying you were hungry and probably going to make some soup for lunch. Him being the awesome boyfriend he is, he went to your favorite place to eat and grabbed some food for you.

"I told you I was going to make something. You didn't have to do this." You walk behind him and wrap your arms around his torso and placed your chin on his shoulder.

"I was not about to let you eat soup for lunch. You don't even like soup." He says chuckling.

"But-"

"No buts, I love you and care about you, so that's why I did this." He explains turning around in your arms. He pulls you into another hug before you guys dig in.

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You had just gotten home from school. Peter was already at your house, your guessing your mom let him in. As you walk in you throw your bag on the ground, extremely hard. Peter hears this and jerks his head that way. You walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, really hard.

Peter walked to the kitchen and saw you leaning on the counter, sipping from a coke, and looking angry.

"What's wrong, Princess?" He asks cautiously walking over to you.

"Nothing" you mumble out not even looking his direction.

"Well obviously something is wrong" Peter gets closer and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"Talk to me" you look into his eyes and see he genuinely wants to know what's wrong.

"Mary Jane" you groan.

"What about her?" Peter tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear with his free hand.

"I heard her and a few other girls in the bathroom talking about me....and you" You explain looking down at your feet.

"Well what were they saying?" Peter asks

"They we're saying that 'You're to good for me' and 'A unattractive, dumb, whore', like me doesn't deserve you." Tears start forming in your eyes. Peter feels anger bubbling up inside him. How could those girls say something like that? You're not unattractive, you're gorgeous. In fact you're hotter than Mary Jane. You're not dumb either, you're top of your class, and your sure as hell not a whore. The point is you're perfect, in Peter's eyes at least.

"Hey baby look at me" Peter says lifting your chin with his finger. Your teary eyes meet his soft loving ones.

"You are gorgeous, and smart, and just perfect. If anyone ever says otherwise they're dumb assholes. I love you and nothing can change that, okay?" He says. You smile and nod.

It didn't take long for Peter to cup your cheek and pull you into a passionate, love filled, kiss.

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"Where are we going, Peter?" You ask. Your boyfriend is covering your eyes and guiding you to a surprise he had for you.

"Almost there.....okay now keep your eyes closed until I say so okay?" He directs. You nod and giggle a little. He removes his hands from your eyes and walks off somewhere.

"Alright open your eyes"

You open your eyes and see your boyfriend standing on a dock, decorated with fairy lights. In the corner of the dock you see a little bluetooth speaker. In the middle, Peter is holding out his hand signaling for you to join.

"Peter...this is beautiful" you gush walking over and taking his hand.

"Not as beautiful as you" he replies, cute smile plastered on his face.

He pulls you closer and rest his free hand on your waist. Your free hand falls to his shoulder. Peter let's go of your waist to grab his phone from his pocket and start the music. His hand goes back to your waist and you start swaying to the music. Peter put on "Say you won't let go" by James Arthur. Your heads rest against each other as you peacefully dance on the dock.

"I'm so in love with you, and I hope you know. Darling your love is more than worths it's weight in gold" Peter sings, looking into your eyes and smiling.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips then keeps dancing.

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You were sitting in the cafeteria with your friends Peter, Ned, and Gwen. Peter has his arm around your shoulder and you're sipping on a Capri sun.

"You guys are so cute, but I have a question?" Gwen states.

"Shoot" Peter says taking a bite of his pizza.

"Have you guys fucked yet?" She asks nonchalantly. Peter chokes on his Pizza and you pat his back to help him out.

"I'm sorry?" You ask

"Have you two had sex yet" Ned elaborates.

"Well....yeah but....once" Peter says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why only once?" Gwen questions.

"Well because I respect Y/N and if she doesn't want to we don't have to."

"I never said I didn't want to" you mumble looking at your food. Peter looks down at you but doesn't say anything.

"Oh that's understandable then, I wish someone loved me like Peter lives you Y/N/N" Gwen gushes.

Peter erases his dirty thoughts and smiles. He kisses your temple then goes back to eating.

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Finally. The day everyone at your school has been waiting for. Graduation. You were so excited. You'd finally be out of school, that is until college, but that is going to be different from this hell hole.

The actual ceremony took way too long, but in the end it was worth it. You got to sit next to Peter and Gwen so it wasn't too bad.

As usual when they announced that the class of 2025 had graduated, you and the rest of the graduates, threw your caps in the air. You laughed and hugged Gwen. You turned around to hug Peter, but you didn't see him at first.

You looked down to see Peter on one knee and holding a box with a ring in it. You feel tears start to fill your eyes. Peter is smiling and took your hand in his free one.

"I love you Y/N. Will you marry me?" Peter asks, nervous look on his face.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You gush. He quickly got up and hugged you. He picked you up a little and spun you around.

Everyone was clapping and cheering. You didn't see but, Gwen was behind you taking pictures.

Peter is amazing, he completes you. Words can't describe how much love, sweet love, you have for him.

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imbackhome

3 years ago

Hey guys! I'm tryna find a peter Parker x reader fic where it's Peter's Birthday and he thinks that the reader forgot about it because she has been ignoring him ( at least that's what he thinks) due to work but actually she planned a whole party for him and it's all fluff. I really want to read that fic again. But I don't know the title. Please help me find it 😭😭😭😭

How to GENUINELY create an assumption without feeling like you’re lying to yourself/pretending/have to “convince” yourself. How to actually accept your desire as TRUE.

Please, please understand that an assumption isn't forced or something you have to "try" to believe because it's just something you accept as true without question. You don't wake up every day wondering if you have a name, if the sky is blue or if gravity works. You just know with certainty. That's how conscious manifestation works. You decide something IS true and of course it reflects like every other assumption. You need to ACTUALLY assume you have something to get it please don't pretend or hope. A real assumption isn't forced, it's something you accept as fact without needing proof. If you say you assumed something but then claim it didn't happen you didn't actually assume it lol. You either doubted it, contradicted it or held another assumption alongside it. You assuming is NOT a technique and it's not something you "do" to get something.

The reason some people treat creating an assumption like it's a technique is because they think if they repeat it enough their mind will suddenly be tricked into believing it. That's NOT how an assumption works. An assumption is just accepting something as fact. If you're trying to "convince" yourself you're admitting you don't actually accept it as true. Come on… your mind is not stupid. It knows when you're forcing something versus when you genuinely accept it as reality (assume it). You need to be so certain that questioning isn't even an option and idc if other people disagree because who questions an assumption? An assumption is something you accept as true without proof go search it up. You must stay firm. It's not hoping, testing or checking for results it's about knowing aka accepting it as a fact. When you truly assume something it becomes your reality instantly. Reality will always reflect your truth.

So how do you truly accept something as true? It's actually simple but people overlook because they think taking time to face what's holding them down will waste their time. It's better to find out why you're finding it difficult and address it instead of staying stuck in a loop forever.

You need to find out what is preventing you from accepting your own word as the truth. Why don't you trust your own word as a fact? If you tell yourself "I have my desire" but deep down you're doubting or waiting or looking for proof then ask yourself "why don't I trust myself?" What thoughts are making you second guess your own reality? Is it because you're treating the physical world as more real than your own assumptions? Is it because you think that the physical world is the reason why you think you don't have what you want, when in reality it's because you assumed it first for it to reflect? Did you forget that reality is a mirror of your assumptions? Could it be you're looking at your circumstances and saying ughhh this is what's happening instead of actually understanding that what's happening is just a reflection of what you have been assuming up until this moment? Or maybe you've placed your power outside of yourself right? You believe circumstances or external factors hold weight in your manifestation rather than realising that NOTHING is set in stone and the only thing dictating your reality is your current assumption right? Maybe you think you have to do something and this is far too simple?

Figure it out and actually just spend time with yourself to pin point where you are struggling. Stop running away from your problems and address the reason why you can't accept your word as the truth. Remind yourself of the basics of the Law if you need to.

Now ask yourself what are you ACTUALLY assuming? Look at you telling yourself "Oh I'm affirming for my SP" and that being reflected back: you affirming for your SP. Look at you treating the concept of "just decide" like another method or technique to get to your desire and that being reflected in your reality: you in the process of using "just decide" like a technique to manifest. See how perfect the Law is? It's reflecting exactly what you're assuming. You're seeing your assumptions play out exactly as they are because manifestation is always based on what you're ACTUALLY assuming. You're STILL giving options to reality when there are no options… it's only what you say it is. As soon as you drop the debate you have with yourself in your mind and stop entertaining opposing thoughts you'll see how easy it is. You don't argue with yourself about basic facts of your life do you? You just accept them as true. That's exactly how you need to see your assumptions. Yes you need to be that certain and firm.

I PROMISE you the "key" everyone talks about to getting what you want… repeat with me… is to decide once and for all that it's done and that's it. Just accept it as true. Please just say f*ck all and accept it as true. What will you lose? Just do it.

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imbackhome

3 years ago

😭😭

This tweet is the only thing that keeps me going (not my tweet)

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imbackhome

2 months ago

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~

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imbackhome

3 years ago

AMAZING!!!!! a part 2 pleaseeeeeee where peter and the reader have graduated and separated and Peter soon realises how much he loved her and they meet after a long time but the reader has moved on with someone else??????

love is not enough

peter parker x reader

prompt - “ then what do i deserve? “ “ someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me."

warnings - angst, it's just hurt really no comfort besties <3

mlist+taglist | reqs open at 2nd jan | no taglist for peter but send me an ask if you'd wanna be tagged for it <3

a/n saw nwh have some feels it was good i love andrew and his spidey the most so look out for a very cool fic <33 (also this is kinda short but yeah)

only a very terrible case of unrequited love can make you feel both of these things and unfortunately, you felt it both only 'cause of peter parker.

peter was sunlight. warm, loving everything you'd want, need- for happiness. he could have been your sun, one you could touch, feel and kiss- but he wasn't.

you were crying. you crying so hard that you could barely breath and every single breath you took felt like breathing through broken glass. your lonely heart was cursed with the infinite unrequited.

"i just- i just see you as a bestfriend why don't you get it? you are one of the only thing constant in my life and i can't lose that." peter tried to reason, gripping his hair in frustration.

"how will dating me mean that i won't be a constant anymore, peter i- what ever are you saying? just tell me the real reason peter. what is it? why am i never your choice?"

"i just- i don't like you okay? i mean- yeah i like you as a friend but- and you deserve someone better than be anyway." peter spoke fumbling over his words.

"okay then, what do i deserve?" you spoke harshly. your eyes not leaving his brown ones which looked slightly watery.

"someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me" peter bit his cheek, his watery eyes threatening to spill at any moment.

"the love i have for you will never be enough y/n, it never will." peter breathed. "and i am sorry for that."

"i just don't-"

"i do."

"then what went wrong?"

"i- i don't know it's just i kissed mj and i like her and then it just happened y/n i am sorry-"

"i kept you like an oath peter. was i merely a secret to you? was i not someone you ever truly loved?" there was a pause, "was it even love to you?"

you wanted to scream and shout and beg him to stay- but instead you did none of that and just watched him go. you loved him then and love him now, you never could be mj- it was all a male fantasy.

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imbackhome

8 months ago