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this just in: depression isn’t fun

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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Your writing is so sweet! You are doing an amazing job~ Thank you for sharing your Peter Parker content with us. It’s not easy to find a lot of ps4!Peter out there. Are your requests still open? :)

aw, thank you! you made my day!

unfortunately, i’m taking a step back from writing for a while. im experiencing some writers block, so i’m taking a little break.

you’re welcome to make a request, though I might not get to it for a while.

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i can’t stop smiling dude. this is amazing. i’m hopelessly devoted to this pure boy <3

you’re an awesome writer!! i could see this happening in my head.

TOO GOOD

summary: it’s decided– peter parker has your heart. 

pairing: ps4 peter parker x reader 

warning: none– unless you don’t like fluff. then beware. 

a/n: nothing is ever gonna make me not love this boy oh my goodness. i’m smitten. i’m committed. i love him so much i don’t even know what to do with all these feelings. he’s literally– look at him!! i mean, are you serious??? i got a little sad™ because i feel like no one talks about him anymore, but i literally couldn’t contain my feelings for him so i vomited this, which is inspired by this by @spideyblogger​ . please listen to the song peter sings here :’)

“you’re just too good to be true…”

you smother a laugh, rolling your eyes. “oh my god.”

you turn around, closing the box of canned food you had been packing. you lean against the metal counter of the f.e.a.s.t kitchen, drinking in the sight before you. 

peter parker stands in the doorway, dressed in that blue flannel he wears like it’s his skin. he wears a smile so big it’s as if he’s a kid staring down presents to be opened on christmas morning– and man, does his heart feel like it. he’s a dork in every sense of the word, but you’d be lying to say you didn’t adore him for it. 

you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. 

“can’t take my eyes off of you,” he continues singing. 

“peter,” you laugh. 

the sound reaches his heart, sending it soaring. god, you’re beautiful in every way. he grins. 

he slowly makes his way over to you, still singing. 

“you’d be like heaven to touch,” he closes his eyes and embraces himself, donning a wistful expression. 

you feel a warmth spread across your cheeks and you give up keeping it cool because peter parker’s a catch. he’s it. you’re done for. 

he opens his eyes as he continues stepping toward you and you’ve pushed yourself off of the counter, bouncing on your toes in anticipation. 

he finally comes near, softly capturing you, his hands on your sides. you place your hands on his chest as he sways slightly. “i wanna hold you so much.” 

your cheeks hurt from smiling, and wow,when you smile like that? peter thinks he could - and would - do anything and everything just to see it again. 

“at long last love has arrived,” he squeezes your sides and a giggle freely tumbles from your lips. “i thank god i’m alive.” 

your hands move up his chest until you’re linking your hands behind his neck, pulling yourself closer until your abdomen is touching his. the intimacy sends your head reeling, a feeling washing over you that makes you want to jump and laugh. 

he leans his forehead against yours and you run a hand up his neck to his hair. he shivers, wondering how he got so lucky. 

“you’re just too good to be true,” his nose brushes against yours, close enough that you feel his breath against your lips. “can’t take my eyes off of you…” 

as he finishes the last note, you can’t find it within you to let him continue as you chase his lips. 

it’s a feeling he can’t get over yet– kissing you. he doesn’t know if he ever will. when you pull away, he kisses you again. 

and again. 

and again. 

peter parker is a dork in every sense of the word, but he’s committed to being your dork for as long as you’ll have him. 

“you…” you laugh against his lips as he kisses you again. “you’re not a very good singer.” 

he gasps, pretending to be offended. “ah, but you love it.” 

he got you there.

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True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

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that... little smile.....

i’m dead

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insomniac had no business making peter that thicc

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mfw my mom tells people i write

fanfiction culture is when you don’t wanna tell people you write fanfic but you do want to talk about writing, so you just say, “oh yeah, sometimes I write little short stories here and there!”

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Hello again! To answer your question, I think the vigilante should be up to the readers interpretation. Thank you!

Alrighty then.

I’ll write that up for you soon!

You’re welcome, and have a good day! :)

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Hello!! I'm loving your stories so far! You're doing an awesome job, please keep up the good work! I wanted to request a PS4 Peter Parker where the reader is also a vigilante and her and Spiderman often work together. Lots of fluff and a cute lil romance starts budding. Thank you!

Aww, thank you!! I’m glad you like them! 

I really love that idea, I will definitely write that for you when I have the proper motivation! Do you want the Reader to be a Spider-Person or just an indescribable masked vigilante to leave up to the readers’ interpretation?

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I don’t like Nic Cage but I like Spidey Noir

Spider-Noir trench coat appreciation.

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I can not begin to describe my fondness for RIPeter and Burrito Peter’s “That’s a no-no” to getting their masks taken off

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For anon!

I’m sorry this isn’t any good. EDIT: I’ve added a little bit more, all these months later. I hope it’s better!

ps4 Peter x Reader

You were lying in your bed, lazily reading your favorite story when your phone went off, screaming a set tone in your ear, reminding you that you had to get your wisdom teeth ripped out today. A groan slipped slowly from your throat as you reached over to shut your phone up, your eyes staring at the screen. You had four hours to get ready. Sitting up, you dialed Peter’s number and pressed the cold object to your ear, listening to it ring. And ring. And ring. And ring. Peter’s voicemail greeting reached your ear, another groan slipping out of your mouth.

“Hey, Pete. I’m getting my wisdom teeth out today, call me back when you can. I need you there with me so you can take me back home. Thanks.” A shower. You needed a shower and clean clothes. You rose, shoving your phone into your back pocket.

The phone rang while you were drying your hair, Peter’s custom ringtone he set bouncing off the walls of your small bathroom. You picked up, pressing speakerphone so you could pull on your clothes while you talked.

“Hey (y/n)! Sorry it took me so long to call you back. I’d be happy to take you to the dentist, when do you need to go?”

“Hey, Peter. It’s all good, I still have about two and a half hours, I figure that’s long enough to get through traffic.”

���Alright, I’ll be right over. See you in a few.”

“See you, Peter.” He didn’t take long to come over, and was knocking on your door within twenty minutes of your call. You picked up your purse and your keys, taking long strides to get over to the door faster. You opened it and stepped out with a smile, turning to close and lock it. “Ready?”

He smiled back and nodded, his eyes shining. “For sure. Where’s your car?”

“The third floor of the parking garage.”

“Alrighty. Let’s get going.” The two of you walked down the corridor side-by-side silently, the chipped and peeling walls of your apartment building seeming brighter, if not for just a moment. You walked down the stairs together, the sounds of your heels clicking on the cold cement echoed against the bare walls.

Eventually, the two of you had reached your car and climbed in, buckling up and driving away. “Hey, Pete, will you record me all high on painkillers? I see all sorts of funny videos of people swearing up and down that they’re Batman or married to celebrities.” He laughed, loud and bright in the way that took hold of your heart and made you feel light and warm.

“Sure, (y/n). I’ll do that.” You swallowed hard and focused on the road, your hands tightening on the wheel.

“Thanks.”

You zoned out the entire drive to the dentist, the cogs in your head turning slowly as you tried not to think about Peter’s smile and his laugh. And before you knew it, you were in the parking lot. You pulled into a space and parked, handing Pete the keys as the two of you slipped out of the car, locking it as you entered the building. Nerves bundled up tight in the pit of your stomach as you approached the check-in desk. “H-Hi, (y/f/n) for Payne at noon?” The woman nodded with a smile, motioning at the seats.

“He’ll be right with you. Take a seat while you wait.” You turned and walked over, sitting down next to Peter.

“You nervous?”

“A little.”

“Well, don’t be. You’ll be okay.” You nodded, breathing deeply and slowly. He was right. Nothing to worry about.

The minutes ticked by slower than you thought was possible— you just wanted to get this over with.

“(y/f/n)?” Startled out of your thoughts, you shot up to face the woman who called out to you.

“That’s me.”

“Right this way. Do you have someone to drive you home?”

“Yeah, this is my friend Peter.” The assistant smiled, motioning for the two of you to follow her.

“Okay, Peter. Are you prepared to take care of your friend for a few hours after her surgery?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Very good.”

You followed her in silence, walking into the room she led you to.

“Go ahead and sit down in the chair. Dr. Payne will be right with you.” Nodding, you went over and sat, folding your hands in your lap. Peter took a seat in the corner, folding his arms against his chest as he watched you.

The doctor almost instantly walked in the door, flanked by assistants.

“Hey, (y/n)! How’re you feeling today?”

“A little nervous...” He laughed, walking over to you with a clipboard.

“Well, that’s normal. But don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you. Just a few things before we start. First, we’re gonna give you some local anesthetic, and when you start to get sleepy we’ll numb your gums and get started. When you wake up, we’ll give you something for the pain, as well as some gauze to change frequently as they get bloody. We’ll re-brief you and your friend when you wake up.”

“Okay. That sounds good.”

“Good. Ready to start?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright. Peter, would you mind going out to the waiting room?”

“Sure.” He got up and left, closing the door behind him. The assistants approached with a mask, placing it near her face.

“Count backwards from ten.”

“Ten, nine, eight... Seven...... Six.... Five.....” And then darkness. Darkness that seemed to last forever. It surrounded you, and there seemed to be no escape. Then you woke up. You saw the masked face of your doctor, eyes smiling down at you.

“Hey, welcome back to the waking world, (y/n). Did you sleep well?” You nodded numbly, finding it hard to speak. “That’s good. Look who’s here.” You turned your head slowly, eyes narrowed sleepily, until you found Peter. Your eyes widened, and you let out a squeak, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes.

“ ‘Pider-man!” Peter’s eyes widened, surprised that you just let out his deepest secret. The doctor and assistants only laughed lightly. His hands shook around his recording camera, relieved that they dismissed it as a drugged hallucination.

“No, it’s your friend Peter. He’s here to help you get home.” A great big frown fell upon your face, the tears only growing bigger.

“No, ithh my friend ‘pider-man!” The dentist ignored you and turned to Peter, catching his eyes.

“You understand what to do, yeah?” He nodded and stood, making his way over to you.

“Okay, (y/n). Let’s get you home.” You gasped loudly as his face came into view, your bleary eyes getting clearer.

“Peter! Where did ‘pider-man go??” You sounded so sad and confused, he couldn’t help but laugh as he helped you up.

“He has to go stop the Green Goblin. He’ll stop by your apartment to say hi when he’s done, okay?”

“Okay...” You were silent for a moment as he helped you walk, but suddenly gasped again.

“Hey! Hey, guess what!”

“What?”

“My friend Peter is a s... he’s a scientist!”

“(y/n), I’m Peter.” Your face scrunched up in confusion, shaking your head slowly.

“No. No. Peter’s getting me a mil-hake. A milkshake. I love him. He’s the best.” Peter laughed, nodding to the receptionist as the two of you passed, heading out the door.

“Well, Peter loves you too.” You stopped and looked at him, your eyes wide and fierce.

“No! I loooove him!” You started crying, hiccups tumbling out of your cottony mouth. “I love him! Shhhhh. Don’t tell nobody. It’s a secret.” You turned away as if nothing happened, resuming your slow walk back to the car. Peter was stunned into silence at the drugged confession, his cheeks dusted light pink. He helped you get into the car, sliding into the drivers seat and pushing the keys into the ignition, securing his camera to the dashboard to focus on you.

“What... What else?” He found himself asking, eyes focused on the road.

“What??” You asked, confused.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“I’m gonna ask Peter to marry me. We’re gonna have three kids and two cats and two dogs.” An appalled laugh escaped his throat, tearing his eyes away from the road for a moment to glance at you.

“W... What will their names be?” The question left his mouth without his permission, his brain screaming at him to change the subject, but his heart whispering that it needed to know more.

“The cats will be Binx and Salem, the dogs will be Scamp and Angel. The kids will be twin boys and a girl named Fred and George, and Joanna Leah.”

“You’ve..... Really thought about this a lot, huh?” You turned to look at him, seeming to actually see him.

“Peter! When did you get here?? Where did the nice angel man go??”

“Oh, he, uh.... He stepped out for a minute. He told me to keep you safe. We’re almost to Pinkberry. Do you know what you want?” You pouted for a moment before you turned to look out the side window to think.

You were silent almost the whole way there, shooting upright in your seat and screaming once you’ve figured out what you wanted. Peter swerved, a cacophony of horns protesting. He waved a hand as an apology, turning to you, slightly peeved. “You didn’t have to scream your order, (y/n). They can’t hear you yet.”

After a few more minutes he pulled into the drive thru, stopping at the speaker. He told the employee his and your orders, nodding at the total and pulled through to the window. He handed over his money, leaning out a bit to grab the milkshakes and spoons from the pimple-y teenager. He handed you yours, making deep eye contact.

“Now, be careful, okay? Make sure you have the straw at the back of your mouth so it doesn’t hit your teeth, but also, don’t choke.” You nodded, opening your mouth and moving your head towards the cup, instead of moving the cup towards your mouth. Your lips close around the straw, nearly touching the lip. Peter watches as your cheeks hollow with the effort of trying to take a sip of the thick milkshake, a soft smile gracing his features.

“Okay. How about we park, and I’ll feed you?” You sat up and nodded, resting the cup in your lap. He pulled into a parking space, pressing the brakes and pulling the gear into park. He set his own shake into the cup holder and took yours from your hands, taking off the lid. Pressing the spoon into the thick mixture, he picked up a little blob before pulling the spoon out and put it near your mouth. “Open.”

He spent the next hour feeding you slowly, taking care not to get ice cream on your gauze or gums. When you were both done with your ice cream, he pulled out of the parking space and took you home.

He took off your shoes, and laid you down on the couch and laid a blanket over you. You fell asleep almost immediately, and after some consideration, Peter pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Sleep well, (y/n).”

After an hour, you woke up to Peter gently shaking your shoulder.

“Ugh, what?”

“We gotta change your gauze.” He held up a package for emphasis, a nervous smile on his lips.

“Oh. ‘kay.” You opened your mouth, and Peter reached in with a gloved hand to pull out the bloody cotton. He placed it into a trash can he had brought over, then pulled off the glove and dropped that in as well. He opened the package of gauze and dropped the trash in the bin, beginning to roll up the gauze.

“Open wide.” As soon as you had obeyed, he stuck the fresh cotton on each side of your mouth, making sure to be gentle. Peter removed his hand and you closed your mouth, biting down on the gauze. “How do you feel? Need more meds?”

“I feel hungover and drowsy.” He chuckled, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Hey, uh. We gotta talk about some stuff you said while you were on anesthesia.” Your eyes immediately widened and tears built up, your hands flying to your face.

“Please tell me that all was a dream. Please tell me I didn’t actually say all of that.” He bit his lip and shook his head.

“I can’t. You told me you loved me. But now, what happens next depends on whether you actually do have romantic feelings for me or not. Please tell the truth.” You closed your eyes and sighed shakily.

“I love you Peter. I do. I want to be with you.” The next thing you knew, his arms were around you. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, his hands fists in your shirt.

“I love you too. So much.”

And that was the beginning of your happily ever after.

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Could the confess deep secrets one be one you’re more comfortable with? For Insomniac Peter

I actually do really like that one! I was thinking like, getting wisdom teeth removed and reader or Peter being high on the painkillers. I’ll do that one for you for sure!

I’m flying to Utah on Friday for my brothers wedding, so I’ll write that up on notepad during my flight to post when I have WiFi again!

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OTP Prompts

original by connorshero

Taking them to a pet store and falling in love with them as they gush over the millions of puppies.

Giving them something valuable.

Singing together/catching them singing softly to themselves as they cook/do the dishes.

Confessing their deepest secrets while they’re drugged up on laughing gas/sedatives.

Losing their memory only to have it come back after a much awaited true love’s kiss.

Falling in love at a masquerade ball, faces hidden behind masks.

Not being able to get them out of their head and confessing in the most dorkish way possible. I.e. tripping over their two feet, stumbling over their words, etc.

Being pulled away from their limp body, kicking and screaming.

Pillow fight/bubble fight/food fight.

Stealing their clothes, wearing them just to tease them.

Matching clothes.

Coming to their aid after a nightmare.

Dropping everything to save them, dignity and all.

Dancing/pumping their fist in the air in excitement because they finally kissed them.

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Getting drunk together with Peter? For Insomniac

Hi anon! I guess I should’ve deleted the ones I was uncomfortable with in the first place, but I’m sorry to say I have no idea how to write that prompt. If you really want it, you can try asking my acquaintance friendlyspidercop ! Again, so sorry!

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Can I get training/sparring with them with ps4 Pete? Thanks!

 For sure! I hope you like it!

ps4 peter x reader

summary: peter teaches you how to defend yourself.

“Hey, (y/n)?” The sound of Peter’s soft voice lifted her out of her book, her eyes blinking away the fantasy she was building as they met his.

“Yeah, Pete?”

“I was wondering… If you’re going to be helping me out on missions and such, would you let me teach you how to defend yourself? The little gadgets I give you only offer so much protection.” The young woman sucked in her bottom lip and chewed on it, turning her eyes away as she thought. Peter watched anxiously; hoping, praying, that she’d let him protect her. MJ didn’t want to be babied, but his fears never went away, no matter how many fights there had been. He just wants to protect the ones he loves.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve been meaning to take self-defense classes anyway. Now I don’t have to shell out the hundred bucks for each lesson!” She turned back to look at him and smiled. The corner of Peter’s lips turned up in a satisfied grin, his heart leaping in relief. 

“Who says I’m not charging you?” He leaned in towards her, a sly grin spreading over his face, eyes narrowed and focusing on hers. She only scoffed and rolled her eyes, pressing her index finger on his nose and gently pushing him away. He laughed, standing up and offering her his hand. “There’s a gym in FEAST. We can spar over there.”

“Alright. Let me put some gym clothes on and we can go.” She took his hand and stood with his help, setting down her book and walking off to her room. Peter turned to his duffel bag and pulled out his suit, changing into it quickly while he waited for her to return. 

She walked back out after a while, wearing her hair back in a tight ponytail, as well as a sports bra and gym shorts. “Do you think this will be comfortable enough? I haven’t actually exercised in a while.” Peter tried not to stare at her as he stumbled over his words, trying to find a way to answer her without sounding like an idiot.

“Uhh, y- no, yeah, that’s- that’s perfect. Y… You look great.” (y/n) giggled softly, walking over to him to press a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“You ready to go, Spider-Man?” He nodded and took her in his arms, squeezing her gently before turning them towards the open window, aiming his hand and shooting a web, pulling them out into the city. He turned and quickly shot another web and the window to close it before shooting another web at the top of a building to start swinging. (y/n) had pressed her face into the crook of his neck, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this!” She shouted, her words muffled by the wind and his chest. She felt the rumble as he laughed, his own arm tightening around her.

“I’ll never let you fall. We’re almost there, anyway. Hang on.” He sped up, trying to hurry so she wouldn’t be scared anymore. 

They eventually touched down on the roof of the building, next to another one of Peter’s duffel bags. “I’m gonna get changed. You go on inside, and I’m sure Miles will show you to the gym.” (y/n) nodded and pulled herself away from Peter, turning to open the door and walk inside. She walked down the stairs, and as she got closer she could hear the hum of life, the chattering of people who felt safe. As she wandered around, she eventually found Miles Morales in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes as he hummed to himself. 

“Hey, Miles!” The young boy looked up from his work and grinned, trading a bowl for a towel to dry his hands off. 

“(y/n)! Awesome to see you! Where’s Pete?”

“Getting changed. Do you think you could show me to the gym?” He nodded, His eyes wide.

“Yeah! c’mon, it’s this way.” She followed him out of the kitchen and down hallway after hallway until they eventually came to a set of doors. Miles opened them to reveal a little boxing ring as well as several kickboxing dummies and a treadmill or two. “Have fun! I gotta get back to work.”

“Thanks, Miles.”

“You’re welcome! Tell Pete I said hi.” She nodded and walked up to the boxing ring, sliding under the ropes and walking around a little bit.

“Hey, you ready?” (y/n) turned to look at him and nodded, a smile lifting at the corners of her lips. He slid under the ropes and stood in front of her, rolling his shoulders. “So, first thing. Don’t let the adrenaline get to you. Breathe slow, breathe deep, relax.” The young woman took a deep breath as she got into a fighting stance, raising her fists. “Hips square to your opponent, let them make the first move.” She looked down and moved her hips, looking back up for his next instruction. “Now use your feet, and when they go off-balance, look for an opening.” He lifted his open palm for her to punch, looking deeply into her eyes. She swung her fist as hard as she could, the smack resonating off the walls.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, yeah! That was good. Now, this time, just let me have it. Right on the jaw, okay? I can take it.” She hesitated, lifting her fist again.

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, it’s okay. Just pretend I stole your purse.” She bit her lip and let him prepare himself before swinging at him with all her might. He turned with the punch, groaning as he cupped his jaw.

“Shit! Are you okay, Peter? I’m sorry!” He turned back around and smiled reassuringly. 

“No, it’s okay. That was really good. Keep it up, and you’ll be fine.”