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[hlvstia]

— let loose.

pairing : peter parker x f!reader ( tom!spider )

summary : you find peter angrily training by himself.

warnings : fic MENTIONS spoilers for no way home && MENTIONS blood and death a wee bit. do NOT read if you havent seen nwh and if you aren’t comfortable with said topics.

a/n: switches to 2nd and 3rd pov but doesn’t change the style too much! :)

word count : 1.5k+ MY BIGGEST YET !!! got carried away. OKAY, have fun reading! send requests and i’ll write them <3 also got two fics coming up hehe

after dr. stranges spell, he was furious with himself. he hated the fact how he was forced to forget you and his friends.

all he wanted to do was run into your arms and kiss you. that’s all he wanted. unfortunately, he couldn’t; the presence that he once had was certainly gone because of something he decided to do.

everyday he breathed air was a reminder that you were no longer in the grasp of his arms. he could no longer kiss you to sleep whenever you had a hard time falling asleep.

he was your forte. and your reason to keep on pushing.

god, peter had felt worthless without his close circle. he had to get his anger out somehow. i mean, who was suppose to bottle in the feeling of losing his aunt and his close friends in a close time span?

without a single thought, his fist aimed for the matted material, hitting his knuckles against it as the punching bag jerked back, the chain rattling each time he did.

each punch was a feeling he held inside— one for his aunt, one for you, one for mj and one of ned. each fuckin’ time his knuckles dug into the training equipment was a reminder of how much he was pathetic. at least to himself.

nor’ did he have any gloves to protect his hands. he didn’t care at this point, not caring how much his hands bled from his harsh punches.

hell, his tears threatened to spill out from his puffed up eyes. you could already tell he’s been having a tough time, hence, finding him connecting his fist to the bricked wall behind him.

[y/n] furrowed her eyebrows together, seeing him let out a couple of weak grunts as she grabbed a clean damp towel, approaching the male who seemed irregular than ever.

seeing you made him freeze in his spot, his eyes slightly widening to the fact that you approached him first. he knew you came here regularly, training yourself just in case something horrible had happen to you in the middle of the streets.

so, he signed up for a membership and began training and tracking your schedule for whenever you came. 6pm on the dot always. if anything, he would even catch the moon for you.

“hi, i know it’s not my place but i couldn’t help but notice your knuckles… they’re, uh, bleeding?” your voice was soft spoken, your eyes pointing at his knuckles, the dried blood latching onto his skin. “can i?” you continued, holding out the damp towel to him. “i… yeah,”

most of his words were caught in his throat as he held out his knuckles to you, his eyes focused on your facial features. you were still beautiful as ever to him— the way your lips looked, and the way your eyes were soft everytime they were hyperfixiated.

your lips curled into a small smile, softly pressing the towel onto his knuckles as it picked up the blood, swiping it with a low pressure to wash away the dried blood, but not too much to injur him.

peter winced, sucking the air between his teeth quietly as the fabric made impact with his open cuts, causing him to bite down onto his lips.

[y/n] chuckled softly, feeling bad about his pain but she couldn’t help but giggle at his foolish decisions. “sorry, but maybe next time wear gloves? they help a lot, i promise.” you suggested, wiping his knuckles one last time before folding the towel and pushing his hands down in a soft manner.

there it was again. this was the reason why he had fallen in love with you in the first place. you were always soft and caring to everyone, even if you barely even knew them.

“thanks again, but uh— it didn’t cross my mind to wear gloves. i guess i was heated in the moment? can’t really explain what i was thinking.” peter took one more glance at his knuckles before meeting with your eyes again, this time, his face softening with yours.

“no problem, but can i wrap them up for you? i wouldn’t want your hands getting infected.” you suggested, turning your back to another part of the gym as you started walking, not giving him a chance to deny your offer. “i wouldn’t want to give you too much work— oh, uh… okay!” he nervously followed you behind, keeping a safe distance between you two.

he had a soft blush on his face, not being able to contain the fluttering in his heartbeat each second he looked at you.

as you finally approached your gym bag, you dug in there until you found your packed med kit, placing it on the ground as you opened it, hearing the click. “always bring this with me just in case someone got hurt,” you mumbled to him, searching for an alcohol wipe for his open cut.

he knew you did, but couldn’t bring up the fact that he was aware of it already.

“really? wow, you seem really sweet.” he softly grinned at your comment, his heartbeat becoming faster as he saw you get up, tearing the packet open. “thank you, i would hope i am.” you laughed at his remark, cleaning his knuckles with the wipe. “oh, sorry! forgot to warn you!” quietly gasping to yourself, you felt his body tense up from the sudden stinging spreading throughout his cut.

“n-no, you’re fine! it’s just an alcohol wipe, no biggie.” he mumbled, his body returning to its original state. “yeah but again, it hurts— i mean, the stinging pain is no fun.” you sighed, going back to your bag to grab the bandages that was nearby the med kit.

“right but maybe i should be used by this feeling now… i keep finding myself hurt.” peter flexed his hand, feeling the muscles pull as you tilted your head in confusion. “by training! because, um, i rarely bring my boxing gloves.” he quickly caught himself before you could question him, forgetting that you used to know his secret identity.

“oh? maybe you should approach me often. i’ll patch you up for free… i’d hate to see you hurt.” you unwrapped the adhesive bandage, circling the adhesive around his knuckles and around his fingers.

he let out a breathy chuckle, watching you tear the bandage and attaching it to the side of his hand. “i’ll take up on your offer, i guess i should be more aware though.” smiling to himself, he pressed his hands onto his sides.

“yaknow, i can’t help but fathom myself onto why you seem… so familar to me. have i seen you outside this gym?” [y/n] arched an eyebrow up, packing up her stuff as she zipped the bag closed.

peter couldn’t help but to nervously smile, scratching the back of his neck. there was no way you remembered, right? but again, he did visit the coffee shop you picked up shifts at. “the coffee shop not too far from here… you work there, right?” he responded, looking down to see you getting your stuff together.

“yeah, i do! forgot that this street is mostly filled with regulars!” you snickered, throwing the bag up to hold it on your shoulder.

you get a flashback of to you giving him coffee everyday, writing his name down on each cup sleeve. “peter, right?” you finally said his name.

and that just sent a million sparks inside him, feeling his knees be frail on spot. you had actually remember his name. “yeah, that’s me. peter parker, and, uh…” he paused for a moment, closing his eyes to try and remembering your name tag you had pinned to your shirt. “[y/n], isn’t that correct?” peter snapped his fingers when he finally remembered.

of course he did, but had to play it cool— man, this was going to be hard. having to fake everything because he didn’t forget anything about you.

“[y/n], [y/n] [l/n] to be exact.” you flashed a charming smile, holding out your hand for him to shake.

“it’s a pleasure to finally talk to you, [y/n].” his smile returned back, his hand barely curling as you two shook hands, gently.

fuck, it was so nice to actually say your name in front of you. your name rolling off his tongue perfectly.

“yeah, the pleasures mine!” you nodded, quickly checking your watch as you saw the time.

your eyes had widened, recalling that you had a friend hangout with mj and ned. “oh, gosh— i have to go, so sorry!” you exclaimed, taking one last look at him.

“wait! can i… get your number before you leave?” he blurted out, rushing to whip out his phone, opening up his contacts list. “for sure! you’ll have to text me later though!” you inclined, typing in your digits as you even inserted your name, pressing ‘done’ once you had finished.

“b-bye! text you later!” he watched you leave, hearing the bell ring as you fixed your clothes, speed-walking to the place you had to be.

just as always, he knew the time you arrived back home. 9:30pm, sometimes 9:50pm if you were at a restaurant with your friends.

as hours passed, you reached to your doormat and immediately heard a ‘ding!’ sound coming from your phone, and just to your surprise.

it was peter, peter parker.

looking at the unknown number for a second, you quickly changed it to his name, following along with a special emoji.

thank you for reading until the end! i know i keep bugging about it but SEND in your requests and reblog this post! it helps me a lot and makes me happy.

[hlvstia]

— too late :(

pairing : peter parker x reader | peter parker x f!reader | peter parker x female!reader | peter parker x fem!reader | peter parker x y/n | peter parker x you

prompt : peter’s laptop dies while you two were doing a very important project for a class. ( from https://perchance.org/otp--prompts ) safe link! /srs

word count : 393, very short!

a/n : can be any mcu peter, but i’ll be using tom’s 🤍. also, feel free to submit me a prompt with any character! i’d love to get back in writing and fulfilling your requests. love u all!

drabble below the read more cut, enjoy loves!

as you two were doing a project for this class, it practically ended up with both of y’all arguing— only because peter wouldn’t listen to you and placed notes everywhere. they weren’t organized and it kind of ticked you off.

“no, idiot! that’s supposed to go here!” you exclaimed, pushing peter off of his seat as you took the laptop from his hands, moving the cursor to where you placed the text box to where it was supposed to be. “[y/n]!”

he scoffed, getting back up from his seat as he took his laptop back, scanning over the newly designed slides. “it looks the same as before… are you kidding me?” peter rolled his eyes, noticing how his cursor was lagging behind.

this only meant one thing.

it meant that his laptop was about to die and their slides weren’t going to backup any of the info they had worked hard on. “oh, shit!”

he began panicking, jumping off of his seat as he started to rummage through his bag, obviously worried that their process was going down the drain if he didn’t find the charger.

your face dropped into an expression as you ran to your room, going through your closet as you looked for a specific charger, throwing down some old boxes just to find the right plug.

“where is it?!” mumbling to yourself, you panicked as well, not wanting your hard work to fail only because peter forgot to charge his laptop AND turn on his backup savings.

finally, you found it! thank goodness.

“peter, i have it!” you exclaimed, having a large grin on your face as you rushed back to the area, only to see a defeated look on his face. it was too late to come to the rescue.

“no way…”

“yes way…” he sighed, shutting his laptop slowly as he placed his head down onto the cold counter. “well… you shared the slides with me, right?”

you had this burning hope that he had at least shared it with you. i mean, everyone does that when you end up in a project with your classmate, right?

peter still had a defeated look, shaking his head as he sighed out loud, even adding a groan.

it was over for you two.

“for fucks sake…” you sighed as well, throwing the charger onto the couch. “we’re totally fucked.”

[hlvstia]

ahhh, does anybody wanna put sumn tasm/smhc x reader ( or quite literally ANYTHING PLEASE ) requests in my inbox? feel like writing 🤭

if u do, plz specify gender!reader and the character 😸

[hlvstia]

writing miguel o’hara x f!reader rn because … y’all need some angst right ??! 😛

[hlvstia]

— i’ll always find a way to see you, again.

pair : chishiya x fem!reader

summary : you find yourself in a shit position— which is… almost meeting death.

warnings : mentions of pills & self harm— & one mention of nigari.

spoilers : please do not continue reading if you haven’t finished alice in ( the ) boarderland s2 yet! ( under rewriting cuz tumblr deleted half my stuff… )

line divider by : 🫀 !

it was not only that, but you knew you had to win this game— for a fighting chance at love, and for a chance to have friends that meant a lot to you.

mira kano had only one goal, which was to make you forfeit the game— so you couldn’t find the truth, and never return to your world. and you had to admit, she had the skill to make you feel like you never existed; perhaps it was a perk of her being a physicalist. she knew the way around the human body, aka the mind.

no matter how hard you wanted to focus on croquet, she had questions after questions— that targeted towards you and your brother.

“karube left me…” your eyes watered, looking down to see your hands already fidgeting with themselves.

“and how does that make you feel, [y/n]? how did you feel when your big brother left you? to fend for yourself?” mira always had this comforting voice, which compelled you even more to reply to her nonsense.

it wasn’t like he actually left you… one day, you two were playing a game until he had gone his separate way due to the king of spades massive shoot-out. and so, you never saw him again— but he still wanted to protect you, right?

you kept quiet, feeling your eyes water as she slided the pills towards you, following up with a cup of water. “this’ll make you feel better… why don’t you take this and then answer me?” she kept on persisting on you and arisu to take the pills, but usagi didn’t like the idea of that. she knew what mira was trying to do; make you two forfeit so you could lose the game. “you guys, snap out of it! she’s trying to trick you both into forfeiting! please!” usagi yelled, shaking the two of you.

“no— i… it’s true though. maybe he doesn’t actually care about me.. the pills will make me feel better, right?” your eyes darted towards the pills, your hands reaching for them but an abrupt slapped them away from your touch. “[y/n], you can’t! please— come back to me. look at me and tell me that you’re here… with us, with me!”

usagi grabbed your hands, looking up to you— “[y/n]…” she whispered into a crying sob, looking over at arisu who was currently on the floor. “i know you want to escape, [y/n]… just say you quit and you can be free. you may not even be real…” the queen of hearts surely had a way with her words, to the point where it was truely believable to the human mind.

snapping back to reality, you saw usagi holding a piece of glass, placing it near her wrist. “usagi—” your sentence was cut off by her swift movement cutting her wrist to prove that this was real. “usagi!” you yelled, catching her into your arms as you softly placed her on the ground, your lap as a pillow for her head. “just win this for me and arisu… i want the chance to shop at the mall with you, do our taxes together, and maybe when do mountain climbing…” as each second grew, her voice declined more into a little rasp. this is when you knew you had to win, for them.

“i still want to play, mira! i want to do the last round!” within a heartbeat, you stood up holding the croquet stick. “as you wish,” her lips quivered into a small smile, holding hers straight.

positioning yourself, you aimed your stick towards one of the ball so it could enter through the little hoops, and to your success it did. and as said, the game would go on for about 3 hours— which meant… you made it towards the end. you finally beat the final face game. the queen of hearts.

even so, listening to her goodbye speech made you realize something… life was too short, and it was sure risk taking. in addition to that, there were two choices— to either decline or accept staying in the current world you were in.

as caption obvious, you all said decline. you wanted to go to your world that you could see all your friends, but possibly, not see your current ones that you trusted as of now. it was apart of the choice though, to take that chance.

you rushed down the building, sprinting your way towards chishiya, ignoring nigari ( BOOO, 🍅 ). “hey, you actually did it.” his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes squinting at the bright light. “please shut up and just fucking decline the offer, shuntaro.” you held onto his hand, still looking over at his wound. he let out a little chuckle, tightening the grip onto your hold. “i decline,”

chishiya pulled you closer, letting you lean on his chest with ease. but everything felt weird as the fireworks went off, and it ended off with you dozing off and ending up in a new place. your world, that you all knew.

“[y/n], come!” your friends called you over, waving at this outside cafe area. “coming!” you yelled back, jogging over to see their smiles. “so, did you hear? kai’s university was struck down by a meteor… and thank god he’s still beside us!” one of them spoke, but it seemed like another thing was catching their attention.

“you mean that one…?”

and that’s a wrap! like for part 2 :) cuz’ this definitely took a long time and now i have courage to write for aib! remember to request a specific asks if you have one— for a quick reminder, i do write for marvel, aib, and some anime’s.

bruh i gave up cuz tumblr DELETED HALF MY PARAFRAPHS 😭 this is all y’all get IM SO SORRY

[hlvstia]

can you write a fic about yachi maybe some angst to comfort but it has to have comfort at the end !

— hanahaki, yachi.

wsp y’all!! haven’t been here for a while :) can’t wait to get back into writing <33 also, been wanting to write more kpop one shots :o and still marvel ofc! lmk what y’all want next by submitting in my inbox.

UNDER RE WRITING CUZ BITCH ASS TMBLR 😭 i know there’s repeats in this

pair : yachi x fem!reader ( men dni plsss )

“[y/n], there’s this manager in my volleyball and she’s just… so pretty. i think i like her,” her bright voice lit up the room, but for you? oh, you were aching so bad.

you felt nothing but this aching pain in this heart, your throat feeling like there was something stuck in there. simply, your heart was heart because of her.

“that’s great, yachi… but excuse me. i’m gonna use the restroom,” giving a quick smile, you ran to the bathroom, shutting it behind you.

‘shit!’

your heart was racing each second, your hands clutching your chest.

why did she have to like another person, other than you?

“shit, shit, shit—” you mumbled, facing yourself towards the toilet as you began to cough; but it was unusual. the object that came out of you were flowers? but, they were lillies. which resembled a lost loved one, normally they were used for death but losing yachi felt like death to you.

“[y/n]? are you okay?” yachi knocked on the door, putting her ear against the door. “uh, yeah! i’m okay… just cleaning up.” you lied through your teeth, flushing the toilet as you washed yourself up.

opening the door, you were greeted by a concerned yachi. “i heard you coughing a lot… just wanted to check up on you.” her hands placed on your shoulder, rubbing them softly. “i’m fine, trust me…” you pushed her hands off, giving her a fake smile.

❦

“could you help me out today? volleyball is taking an off day, we kinda need it…” you and yachi were beside each other, walking towards the city bus stop. “sure! but aren’t you suppose to help kageyama and hinata?” you questioned, sitting down.

“i was suppose to, but they’re busy with a team dinner.”

“you aren’t going?”

“no, i’d rather stay in and catch up on grades…” she looked gloomy, more than usual. “what’s wrong?” you threw an arm around her, giving her an assuring pat. “it’s kiyoko… i think she likes tanaka.”

yk per se, you were quite happy that kiyoko possibly likes tanaka— but again, you’re suppose to be yachi’s friend, and actually comfort the poor girl.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay… people are going to move on, and plus, she missed out on a huge deal. you’re so perfect, and you deserve the most perfect partner ever,” you whispered, comforting her. “you really think so, [y/n]?” she wiped her tears, looking up to meet your eyes. “i really do think so, yachi. you’ll find someone soon…”

and you wished that ‘someone’ was you. but beggers can’t be choosers, sadly.

♡

“here, wrap this around you.” your hands grazed against her shoulders, placing the coat around her body. “thank you, but what about you?” questioning, her head turned towards you— it was cute, seeing her nose and cheeks with a pink tint. “i’ll be okay! i’m gonna have to leave in a bit anyways. i got practice in a bit!” you giggled, balancing your weight on the arms as they were placed on the concrete.

“oh, for what?”

“i play the guitar, yachi. i’m in a band with my friends.”

for some reason, she was shocked— that you had the courage to actually play an instrument, let alone an instrument that requires good finger work and memory. “what’s with that look?” you arched an eyebrow, flicking her forehead. “i’m only shocked because i was wondering why your arms were so… masculine? which i love, of course…” her cheeks grew even more pinker than before, looking away to hide her face.

“well? don’t be shy and kiss me. i’m about to leave, idiot.”

to think of it, it was very bold of you to say, considering the both of you were only in the talking stage, or at least, ‘wanting to be more than friends’ stage. “w-what?”

rolling your eyes, you used your free hand to grab her jaw and pull her lips towards yours, exchanging a spark. she closed her eyes as she became more comfortable within, tugging on your shirt to pull you more closer.

and without words, you pulled away, smiling over at the fact how shy she was being right now. “maybe we can continue this later, see ya.”

“bye…”

[hlvstia]

hi! can I request a tasm x reader with a lot of angst?

the two have been best friends forever, and reader has been crushing on him for a long time. now that Peter is with Gwen she’s slowly distances herself to give them their time to be together and also for her own sanity. When Peter finally realizes what she’s been doing he confronts her and they get into an argument where she eventually admits to being in love with him. but he doesn’t admit to anything. she slowly starts to act out,(nothing too bad, just not her normal self) and he takes notice of it. at some party he’s watching her, she’s a little tipsy, but not drunk and she’s takes the game of truth or dare a little too seriously with a guy from school. Peter’s jealousy and worry for her safety get to much and he pulls her away from the situation, making her upset and eventually leading Peter to confess his true feelings.

sorry it’s so long!

— only you, peter parker.

love it when it’s long! /gen . it gives me more to work with <33 ask, and you shall receive. ( also trying a different POV? using ‘you’ and etc. )

tw : mentions of alcohol.

pair : tasm!peter x fem!reader

“I was just wondering if you were free today? I kinda like— need you now. It’s— I’m just stressed and I really need my best friend,”

Strangely, he just stared at you, looking around awkwardly.

What was it?

“I’m really sorry… I have this date with Gwen and I promised not to bail on her. I could come next time, though?”

Seriously? Bailing on your best friend when she needs comfort?

“Oh, you go— yeah, you go on that date! I believe in you… have fun, I guess.” You laughed it off, scratching the back of your neck as you saw Gwen from the corner of your eye, waving to him. “Well, gotta go!” He waved, immediately making his way to her with a smile.

A big one.

Not even a goodbye hug.

“Y’know… doesn’t even deserve my time. Fuck this bullshit.”

For sure, you distanced yourself away from Peter ; I mean, who could blame? The man started to focus his attention more to her, than you. It felt like he wasn’t even there.

Even if you were having a bad day — it was always her.

But the thing is, he began to notice.

He noticed you weren’t texting him good morning / night, or sending him stupid memes and visiting him randomly with snacks.

A knock was heard at your door… at 2AM.

You sighed, walking to the door to see Peter.

“Let me in, [Y/N]. It’s cold.”

Fortunately, you invited him in as he sat down onto your kitchen table chair. “What do you want, bug boy?”

He hated that nickname, but also loved it— when it came from your mouth. But, he tensed up when you said it, as Gwen began to use that name for him.

“Sorry, Peter.”

“Are you okay? I’ve noticed that— you haven’t been yourself, [Y/N].”

¡No me diga!

“You don’t say,” Huffing, you leaned up against a wall beside you. “So, what’s wrong?” He asked, seeing you clench your fists. Was he that dumb? “Are you being serious?” Your voice was tempered, scoffing. “I mean yeah… that’s why I’m aski—” His words were cut off by your sudden walk to him.

“What’s wrong with me, Peter? I’ll tell you! Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been leaving me for Gwen! I’m your best friend, dude. I needed you today, but you bailed on me for a stupid date you could’ve rescheduled— seriously?! And now you want show up at my door and ask me what’s wrong?!” You yelled, your face visually getting red from your throat aching. “[Y/N], let’s calm down— I just can’t reschedule, it’s difficult with her schedule, too.” He tried to defend himself, but he missed the whole point. “I don’t give a shit about your date! You just ignored the fact that I needed you!”

“What do you need me for, then?”

“To be a good friend, dumbass!”

“If I’m being honest, I am! I wasted my gas to arrive here… which is a lot! And plus, why are you yelling at me? I didn’t do nothing,” Peter shrugged his shoulders, standing up as he was about to go in for a hug— at least try to comfort you. “Don’t touch me.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No, not at all.”

“Then what?”

“I need you to understand me, throughly.” You looked into his eyes, stepping back. “Okay… understand what?”

“That I fucking love you— since day one, Pete.”

Peter looked shocked, not expecting such an answer, especially from you.

“Now get the fuck out of my house,” Pushing him out, hardly. You slammed the door and locked it.

Days have passed ever since you confessed your true feelings to him. He just stares at you in class, or doesn’t. He couldn’t even face you at all. Maybe you fucked it up, bad.

Luckily, there was this party— it gave you the chance to let everything out with a little alcohol.

“[Y/N], you up for another drink?” A boy from your school offered, holding up a red party solo cup. “I don’t know!” Flaring your arms up, you pouted softly.

“Truth or dare, folks!”

Woo, just like the old times from other parties. A party can’t happen without this devilish game with peers.

It’s fun when you’re tipsy, and on the verge of sobbing.

“[Y/N], truth or dare?”

“Dare!” You said, flashing the person a smile as you crossed your arms. “I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with any guy in this circle!”

Hell, sober you would’ve said no but you only live once.

“Him!” You giggled, throwing an arm around a random boy as you dragged him but another arm stopped you from doing so.

Your body turned around as the boy was flung across the room. “The hell do you think you’re doing?” Someone asked, not sure who it was as you didn’t look at the person fully. “Look at me! What the fuck are you doing, [Y/N]?”

From that tone, you knew it was Peter.

“Nothing, sir!” Your voice was almost slurred, barely even making a full sentence. “Don’t give me that voice, [Y/N]. You were about to do nasty stuff with that stranger!” He yelled at you, placing his hands onto your shoulders as he shook you, gently. “Well, sorry! Why do you even care? You’re with Gwen!” You thought he was, at least.

“We broke up… the night you confessed your feelings with me. I didn’t realize how much I hurt you, nor’ myself. I didn’t mean to, and I need you, too.” His voice was now soft, looking at you in the eyes. “What are you saying, Peter…?”

“I— I love you, [Y/N]. I’m now admitting my feelings towards you. I need you in my arms, and I need you in general. I can’t function without you, and I can’t live without you. You’re my other half, and you’re my heart.” His words had taken you back, seriously. You wouldn’t imagine him confessing his true feelings towards you, finally.

“Oh…”

“Yes, oh… you’re just, breathtaking.” His hands tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, noticing how soft and warm his hands were.

He leaned in closer, your jawline placed on his palm as his lips connected to yours— slowly, moving his tempo within the moment.

“I love you, [Y/N], and only you.”

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YAAAAS FOLKS!! I’m back! So glad to be back, lol. Anyways, submission box is always open. Feel free to look at my info post to see what I write. ^^

[hlvstia]

hello ! sorry for ia, returning <33 haikyuu and spider-man content coming soon ;))

[hlvstia]

hi ziv !! can you do something where tobey’s!spider-man does his daily night vlogging with reader?

Hey Lena! I am so sorry this has taken a while to get up but I get distracted easily and to be fair, Tumblr was being weird. I originally was planning on leaving a cliffhanger but I backed out last minute and chose to do a one-shot instead. Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I wrote for you! <3

a/n: This post is Spider-Man: No Way Home spoiler-free!

Young & A Menace

“Now, I think the camera is working but it’s not showing anything.”

“Oh my god, Peter, how hard can it be?”

The shuffling in the background grew louder and louder as the seconds passed by. Peter struggled to get the camera operational for the couple's daily vlogs. He was a genius who could crawl on walls and beat thugs with a single hand but switching on the camera proved to be a challenge for the young man.

You watched as he continued to struggle.

“I seriously don’t know why this isn’t working…”

Rolling your eyes, you decide to have mercy on him and take the lens off.

“There, now it works!”

Peter checked the camera again and smiled. Turns out, his girlfriend was less of a dimwit than he was. Shaking his head, he lifted the camera, facing both of you, and hit the record button.

“ Hey, people of the world! It’s me, peter, and my favorite person in the world, ” he points in your direction. You smile and wave, “we are currently outside of a supposedly haunted mansion on some spooky island- ”

“ we’re literally near my parent's house, please, don’t lie to the audience.” you teased him.

He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, we’re a couple of blocks away from their house,” he shoved the camera closer to his face dramatically, “but it’s still a spooky house that is said to be haunted by some people and by people we mean kids we overheard at the grocery store, let's go explore!”

He carried the camera on his shoulder, showing the journey from the front lawn of the abandoned house to the inside of the hallway. The walls were littered with cobwebs, unknown stains, and dust clung to the ceiling. You notice stairs leading to a second floor. Something to investigate later on in the night. No more than a couple of seconds later, the smell of mildew entered your noses.

Your nose scrunched in disgust. The house was clearly filthy and the floorboards creaked with every step. You turn to face the camera.

“You guys can’t smell but the stench is horrendous.”

“That’s not what we’re here for babe-”

“I know, I just want to let them know, it’s a part of the experience.” You walked around, peeking into rooms with peter following closely behind. They were nearly empty, many of the rooms consisting of broken furniture pieces and ripped paintings. The hairs on your arm stood up. The house was definitely creeping you out. Peter was feeling the same way, you notice. He was constantly looking behind him, making sure you both were alone. If it weren't for the little light the camera gave, you’d high-tail it out of there.

“It’s so dark … it’s not this dark outside. “ you hear peter whisper from behind. Taking the lead was a mistake, you think. The leaders are always the first ones to be taken out. The thought made your hands sweaty.

You whisper back. “ shush! I’ll puke on you if you don’t.”

“Told you not to eat the rest of that sandwich but don’t be scared, I'm right behind you.”

You squinted your eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” It was a sweet affirmation but nonetheless, it didn’t change the fact that you’re most likely going to be another ghost roaming around the stinky home for eternity.

“I’m just saying if anything comes out to get you, I’ll be here to protect you.”

You turn to face him with a smirk. “Oh really? Just because you’re Spi-,” His eyes widened, immediately telling you to stop your sentence before you expose his vigilant hobby, “Strong doesn't mean I won’t meet my end to moldy surfaces.” Leaving an emphasis on strong, you awkwardly smile at the camera. What a save.

Suddenly, footsteps are heard from the floor above. Both you and Peter crane your necks’ in order to pinpoint the exact area. The trail leads from a supposed kitchen, the hallway you occupied, then, the stairs that stood near the doorway leading to the front lawn. Whatever or whoever was here knew the house had more guests.

On cue, you meet peter’s petrified eyes. This is it. This is what you were looking for but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared shitless. You point your finger above your head and mouth for him to point his camera in the same spot. A chance to gather video evidence of hauntings wouldn't go over your head. It would bring in more views. He hesitates, a little shaken from the noise but ignores the feeling and follows your command. Looks like Spider-Man had one fear, ghosts.

Getting closer to him and the device in his hands, you speak clearly enough for it to capture your voice.

“We’ve been in this house for less than thirty minutes and the activity has just started. Moments before, we heard what sounded like footsteps above us. Peter is going to go and show you.” If it weren’t for his super strength, you’re sure his neck would have snapped with how quickly he turned.

“I’m not going up there, you go!”

The light is on you now, the electronic facing you. Your boyfriend was putting you on the spot. “You’re tonight's reporter and the reporters investigate.” He gave a lopsided grin. He had a point, you decided to take the lead on this vlog while he operated the equipment, the excitement bubbling inside taking over your rational side. You regret the choice.

Nibbling on your lip, you gave in and mentally prepare yourself for the worst. Walking to the set of stairs, you look back at your boyfriend, throwing a dirty look in his direction.

“So much for the hero complex.”

He gave you a thumbs up and waited for you to ascend the staircase. Sucking in a breath, you cautiously took one step at a time. The stairs squeaked under the weight of your feet, making you grow more uneasy. Peter’s presence helped calm your nerves but you were terrified.

At the top of the stairs, the light illuminating your path from the darkness suddenly went out. Like something straight out of a horror movie, you gasp but the strange events didn’t stop there. What seemed like footsteps at first turned into full-on running and it was heading your way. Freezing, you close your eyes and scream at the top of your lungs.

“Peter!” Your mind was telling you to run but your body wouldn’t budge.

Dropping the camera, peter quickly whipped his body in front of yours, crouching in order to pounce the oncoming foe. The running stops but he’s still in a fighting position although the dark proved as an obstacle. All the powers he was granted, yet night-vision wasn’t included in the deal. You stand behind him, shaking and on the verge of tears.

The sound of doors slamming shut startled the brief second of silence. Your eyes shot open. It was useless, confronted with the darkness of the void. You’d have to wait for your eyes to adjust to the dark. Struggling to gather your surroundings, things were clearing up. You look around, noticing you are still glued to the same spot as before, untouched.

“Oh, thank god,” you release a breathe, one you didn't know you were holding. Still, peter is apprehensive about the situation. You’re confused as to why he was staring down an assumingly empty hallway. You wanted to ask him but a deep growl halted the action. Your heart drops. You’re too scared to see where it came from so, in an instant, you bolted down the stairs leaving your boyfriend to deal with whatever he finds.

You make it outside without a hitch. You stomp around, hitting the air in frustration.

“Stupid! Stupid! Why would you run away! Ugh!” You continued to rant, not caring about how loud you were being, “I should have just sucked it up…it’s no use anymore.”

“Babe.”

You let out a yelp. Peter stood behind you, camera in hand with, a smile plastered on his face.

Why was he smiling? You wanted to be mad at him but he did keep his word, protecting you from what lurked inside the house.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you but I managed to grab this bad boy after I dropped it,” He waves the camera around, “but I hate to say that we can’t upload this video, it’s too dark and my webs are visible.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. After all the trouble, it’s the video he begins with. The realization made your eye twitch. It annoyed you but you appreciated him even more for it.

Watching him tinker with the device, you settle on hugging him, forgetting about the prior events. Thinking about it, leaving and going home to watch a movie sounded way better than spending the night in some old rickety building.

“Can we just go? I hate it here.” Your voice is muffled, head tucked inside his chest but he understands.

“Sure, let’s go, it’s already super late,” He swings an arm around you, pulling your bodies closer together, “what do you say about sticking to food reviews?”

“Yeah, I had the same idea, we can leave the ghost hunting to the pros.” You both laugh and walk off the property, arguing about your next vlog.

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i got lost on wikipedia and discovered that wolf spiders can purr and peter parker purring has been living in my head rent free since then

bro, don’t give me any ideas… /j

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hi this isn’t a request but did u know that some spiders can purr???? i hope ur having a good day

bae this is mildly disturbing but cool??! where did you learn this HAHAHAHA

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hii! can I request dating tom’s!spiderman headcanons??

a/n : some of these hcs have spoilers from no way home! don’t read if you haven’t seen the movie.

remember to request more in my ask box! and join my taglist.

when he first met you, he was very shy and nervous to speak to you.

the way he confessed to you was through ned, he’s basically his wingman 🙄‼️.

peter does daily night blogs with you! even when you guys go out on a date.

he asked you out by spelling the question with his spidey webs. <3

when you guys do corny romantic dances, he pulls you in with his webs.

sometimes you two go to the pond to feed the ducks. 💔

when peter introduced you to aunt may, she instantly liked you.

you two would have picnic dates on top of the school’s rooftop.

he likes to take you out to the city to swing around.

after dr. strange spell, he purposely moved in next door to you and introduced himself as ‘Benjamin Franklin’ but of course, you didn’t believe that.

he also purposely goes into the shop you and MJ work at to order a coffee from you.

he still has the polaroids of you guys together. :((

and just like again, he made you fall in love.. even after the spell. :”))

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who wants to request a prompt in my ask box, lookin’ kinda dry rn 🤩‼️

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a list of all my works, including gtkm & byi post.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

masterlist!

have you read my GTKM or BYI post?

keylist : (♥︎) = fluff &&. (★) = angst

— MARVEL.

only you. ( TASM ) peter parker :: ★ & ♥︎

bf peter parker hcs. ( SMHC ) peter parker :: ♥︎

too late. ( SMHC ) peter parker :: ♥︎

let loose. ( SMHC ) peter parker :: ★

— ANIME.

hanahaki. ( haikyuu ) yachi hitoka :: ★ & ♥︎

— JDRAMA.

iafawtsya. ( aib ) shuntaro chishiya :: ★

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TRIGGERS / BOUNDARIES

i will not write anything that includes ( TW : sensitive topics ahead !! )

last trigger warning . . .

self harm

eating disorder

body shaming in any way

sexual assault, harassment and rape

weird fetishes . . . 🤗

BOUNDARIES

i will not write major NSFW cuz’ i feel like i’m bad at writing smut 💀 it may include slight, but don’t expect a lot from it.

respect my boundaries that i will not write for your suggestion if you spam it 👍

btw, i will not write if you slander my writing style or any characters.

respect me and i’ll get it done, ASAP ‼️

and that’s pretty much it ❤️ happy new years !!

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GET TO KNOW THE CREATOR !!

hi hi, my name is lena but feel free to refer me as any nickname you want. i am a full time student so i may not get to your requests and such.

i will mostly be writing for mcu ( but currently spider-man ) ! all three of them, tobey maguire, andrew garfield and tom holland.

but i will do any character you want but as well, most of them will be f!reader but if asked, i will do gn, m and etc.

next post will be about boundaries, and triggers !

btw i am fairly new so i might not know how to

work tumblr.. bare with me 😭