#tasm!peter parker x black reader

[usoppshoneydew]

"9 to 5" Tasm!Peter Parker x reader🕸️🕸️🕸️

S: After a bad day at work, you get a lucky ride home from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Spider-man x F! Black reader

Tw: Heights??/ Fluff

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: Reader is described as shorter than Peter; reader has a sister; parted hair is mentioned; This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🕸️🕸️🕸️

It's a normal, bustling night in New York as people walk through the streets of Queens. The sun set a while ago but through a window, a person could still hear civilians revving engines, honking horns, or cursing out someone who almost hit them in the crosswalk. A typical night in the city you live in. It's on a relatively basic night like this, that you meet spiderman for the first time.

“Yeah, I'll be right there. Yeah, I missed my bus so I'm taking the street.” You softly speak into your phone, explaining to your sister the reason you're not home from work yet. You glance around while she lists off all the ways she wants you to watch yourself. You knew this way home like the back of your hand, and it's pretty much the safest one, surrounded by families and the elderly, but that didn't mean you didn't keep your head on a swivel like usual.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah, I've got my mace. Ok, see you in a minute. Ok. Love you too. Bye.” You end the conversation and hang up, before putting your phone in your pocket. You sigh deeply and continue your walk, no earbuds in for safety reasons, just the sounds of traffic and the puddles underneath your feet keeping you company on your way back. With nothing else to keep you busy, you do the exact thing you didn't want to do, and run over the course of your day in your head.

You'd had a pretty awful shift at work. It must've been “be a jerk to customer service employees” day and you hadn't gotten the memo or something, because the amount of pissy customers there were today caught you off guard. So of course you were more than ready to go home when it was time to clock off, right before it's time to clean up and close the store, as planned. You scheduled your hours this way on purpose because you hate cleaning with other people, and because your BUS doesn't run that late. This is what you told your manager, when she gave you some bullshit reason for having to leave early and why you had to stay and close up instead of her. You should have set her straight right then, manager or not, but as per usual, you just stewed angrily and cussed her out in your head for the next two hours while wiping counters. You're caught up in your thoughts when someone suddenly shoves past you with their shoulder,forcing you to stumble out of their way.

“Watch where you're going!” the guy practically spits at you and walks off without even giving you a second glance. He doesn't even give you a chance to respond, but it's not like you would have anyway. Instead you just suck your teeth loudly and toss an irritated glare at him over your shoulder. After all, you're not all bark and no bite. You've got enough in you to give someone a nasty look, maybe even venomous depending on what they did, but for some reason any comebacks you can think of only come to you long after the person is gone.You shake your head and are about to continue on your way when you hear a loud “thwip”, and a surprised shriek. Just when you're about to glance back to see what happened, there's the sound of feet roughly landing on the pavement in front of you.

“Yo! It's not nice to push people, man!” You turn back towards the voice, and right in front of you is spiderman, looking over your head while continuing to berate the guy behind you. You stand there stunned for a moment while the two men argue, your mouth slightly parted.

“What the hell man!? Let me out of this!” The stranger shouts while struggling, and you turn around to see that he's now uncomfortably strapped to the wall beside the street, with a large spider web. His arms are up in an awkward position and the tips of his feet are just barely grazing the ground. It looked embarrassing, and there was no way there wouldn't be a group of teenagers taking pictures of him soon, but hey, the guy deserved it.

“Actually, I think I'll let you stay there for a while! Maybe give you a chance to learn some manners!” Spiderman calls back casually before finally directing his reflective eyes down at you. You just glance back up at him for a short moment in disbelief. In the few years since you first saw Spiderman on TV, you've never once seen the hero in person. Maybe you're always looking down at your phone whenever he swings by or something, because somehow you always miss his amazing feats. There could be news about him stopping crime on the exact street you take to school, at the exact time you get out of your last class, and you'll still only find out about it after you step inside your front door. Now he was standing in front of you, tonight of all nights, and he's taller than he looks in the videos.

“Are you okay?” He huffs breathlessly after his little back and forth with the guy from earlier, the wide eyes of his mask staring down at you expectantly. You blink a few times before stuttering a bit and dusting your jacket off.

“Oh uh- yeah I'm fine. He didn't knock me over or anything.” You mumble absentmindedly while looking down at and straightening your already straight clothes. You don't know why you're acting so skittish. Spiderman isn't a celebrity or anything but he is extremely well known at this point. Maybe that's why it feels kind of surreal that he's speaking to you so casually. That, and you're a bit of a fan of Spiderman despite never seeing him in person, always finding yourself keeping up with his latest acts of heroism.

“Well no- I meant-.” Spiderman says before pausing and tapping at his eyes. You just pause for a moment before finally noticing your stiff cheeks and the tears drying on them.

“What the hell? How did I not realize I'd been crying?” You frown, genuinely confused. It must've been when you were thinking about how you let your manager get away with treating you like a shag carpet. You don't have anything to clean your face with, except for a few small packs of wet wipes in your purse, and you don't want to imagine what that would do to your skin.

“Yeah! I uh- was swinging by and noticed you. You looked pretty lost in thought, so I wasn't gonna say anything but. Y'know, spiderman makes time for all civilians, even- crying ones.” He rambles on, and how awkward it comes out makes you smile a little. You never would've thought that spiderman could kind of, well,word vomit. He always looks so put together in his videos, aside from the compilation of times he's fallen or swung into something.

“No, I'm fine really! Thank you. And for dealing with that guy too! If you hadn't done anything I probably would've just complained about him with my sister later.” You joke after glancing back at the man again. Spider man just nods with his arms crossed.

“I get it, not the confrontational type. Me neither.” He sighs, and you tilt your eyebrows slightly, because his actions just now and a few of the videos you've watched definitely contradict that statement. After a moment you begin to fidget a little, not entirely sure of what else to say to Spider-Man, but not wanting to end your conversation with him either. Who knows when you'll get a chance like this again. The next time would probably have to be when there's some sort of danger, and you're not necessarily looking forward to that, especially not after that horrifying lizard incident when you were in highschool. That had been the first time you saw him, watching your TV in awe while clinging to your mom. He notices your discomfort and jumps to make conversation, not necessarily ready to leave you on your own either.

“So um- are you on your way home? I don't think I've seen you in this neighborhood before.” He asks you before coolly leaning on the wall beside him. He really hopes you actually wanted him to continue the conversation, and that he's not just awkwardly holding you hostage now. You brighten up when you look back up at him though, so you can bet he's inwardly patting himself on the back for making the right choice.

“Yeah,that's probably because I usually take the bus through here. I don't normally walk down this street.” You respond while looking around,noticing the sudden absence of families and the elderly. This is the safest route you know, but it's also significantly later than when you'd usually walk through here, around 11 at night now. Spiderman must've noticed the lack of people too because the thing he says next catches you off guard.

“Do you want a ride?” He asks you casually and you look back over at him.

“A ride?” You ask, confused. From what you've seen, no one's ever posted about a spider mobile or anything of that sort. How would he give you a ride home? Spiderman just nods easily before looking up at the buildings around you.

“Yeah! Y'know, you wrap your arms around me, I wrap my arm around you, and fwip fwip!” He makes a small swishing sound and mimics the way he shoots his webs. You look at him with a dumb face, before finally processing what he was offering.

“You're saying you're going to swing me home?!” You gasp, your voice echoing in the empty neighborhood. Spiderman nods casually, this being something he does pretty often. Well, not that often but he's done it with a girlfriend or two, or one. He doesn't swing people around that often.

“Are you sure that's okay? Don't you have to uh- patrol or something like that?” You ask wearily. Swinging while in the arms of New York’s own Spider-Man is something you daydream about an embarrassing amount, but that didn't mean you wanted to take up his time.

“Well I'd offer to walk you home. But swinging’s faster. And! That high in the air, I can patrol at the same time. It's a win win.” He quickly says while rubbing the back of his neck, trying to appear cool about it. You just falter, at a loss for words. What was happening? You've not only run into and spoken to spiderman, a person you've only ever seen on camera,but now he's asking you if you want him to swing you through the city? All in the same night? How had this day turned around so drastically? You're still lost in thought when spider man speaks up again.

“Besides, I can't let a civilian walk around an empty neighborhood by herself can I? Not at this time of night.” He adds softly and reaches his hand out. After a moment more of contemplating, you sigh. You'd had a horrible day and your favorite hero was offering to take you home. Your friends would only clown you if you missed this chance by acting timid again, overly considerate, and you'd beat yourself up over it too. Besides, you glance around at the dark neighborhood. What could be safer than a personal escort home from the webbed hero himself?

“ I guess you can't. Thank you.” You say and accept the hand he has stretched towards you. Spiderman takes your hand before gently leading it to wrap around his shoulders, and you're surprised by how warm his hands are even through his gloves. You wrap your other arm around him, and nervously start to wonder how this was going to work. The masked hero was taller than he looked in the videos, and you had to reach a little just to get a half decent grip around his shoulders. There's no way you're not flying into a late night hot dog stand like this. As if he read your mind, spiderman suddenly starts to shuffle a bit.

“One second, let's just get a better grip here.” He mutters quietly, and you make a startled sound when he suddenly squats a little lower than you, his chin grazing your chest, before wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you slightly higher. With the sudden movement and the new height difference, you reflexively wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Oh lord, this is really happening.” You practically cry in your head, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest when it sinks in that you're going to be hundreds of feet in the air in a short moment. After a quick little bounce, just to secure you a little higher, spider man finally looks at you.

“Alright. You ready?” He huffs and watches you nervously glance around at the ground, as if you're already flying through the air. You sigh before meeting the reflective eyes of his masks, pausing when you find reassurance in them somehow, and finally nod.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” You exhale and finally find the courage to look up at the buildings and night sky above you. Spiderman takes a breath too, the quick pounding of your heart against his collarbone making him slightly nervous, even if he's confident that he won't drop you.

“Alright. Here we go!” He huffs, and you hold your breath as he takes a running start, before shooting a web. He latches it to a building and with a leap and a yank of his arm, you both spring into the air. You had built the courage to look up but the moment you feel that drop in your stomach from the rise in altitude, you yelp and hide your face between spider man's neck and shoulder, squeezing your arms even tighter around him. You must be strangling the poor man at this point, but if he feels any discomfort, the masked hero doesn't say anything. For at least four more lifts and swings, you're crouched tightly against spider man's side, hoping that this Roller Coaster drop simulator would end quickly. There's nothing but the wind in your ears and the small noises you make whenever you both drop before catching another web, until he suddenly clears his throat.

“ I uh- probably should have asked this sooner but-! Where am I taking you exactly!?” He calls out above all the noise, grunting in between words whenever he has to yank your combined weight back into the air. That's right, you'd been too busy trying to keep your guts out of your throat to tell him where your apartment is. You're about to pull away from his shoulder the smallest bit to answer him, when your home training suddenly reminds you that you're about to tell a random man, even if he is a hero,your address. Still, if there's ever an emergency, it wouldn't hurt for spiderman to know what window to hop through.

“uuh- itS- ugh. That one apartment complex by the sandwich- shop on 5th Ave!” You utter miserably, trying to hold it together while also avoiding looking at the buildings sweeping by.

“Oh ok yeah! I know where you're talking about!” He calls back and you're ready to tuck back into your hiding spot against his neck when he speaks up again.

“You know! It's alright! I won't drop you! You can open your eyes!” He shouts and you squint your eyes open a little.

“I'm sorry?!” You yell back, trying to talk more towards his collarbone rather than screaming directly into his ear. You still keep your eyes open as lightly as possible, not sure if you can stomach watching the buildings swing by. Spider man holds you just a little tighter when he swings from a higher building than the ones you've taken so far, and you try to stifle another borderline inappropriate sound the best you can. What can you do when it feels like you're on the pirate ship ride at six flags,though? It's either restrained, yet slightly weird sounding yelps, or downright screeching in the man's ear, as if you really are on a roller coaster ride. Spiderman glances over at you before swinging again.

“Open your eyes! I promise the view is worth it! You'll love it!” he tries to convince you and you suck your teeth, thinking about it.

“Uh!” your voice wavering as you try to dredge up some courage. You're still contemplating when you feel spider man turn his head. You look up at him and find that his wide, reflective eyes are on you.

“I've got you. Trust me.” Spiderman reassures you again, and you pause. You search his eyes for a moment, and again even though they shouldn't, they almost have a comforting look to them. You both gaze at one another until you take a deep breath. After one more, you close your eyes tight and turn your head towards the front of you both.

“Ok!” you call out, with your eyes still closed. The wind is cold against your ears, and you can even feel it blowing through your hair you messily parted before work this afternoon. You can't see it but you can tell spiderman brightens up.

“Ok?! Yeah! Alright let's go!” he yells excitedly before latching onto another building and preparing to lift you both to an extremely tall one, one that'll give you the best view. He holds you close as you both drop for a moment, building momentum for the swing.

“You ready?!” He pants with excitement while giving your side an encouraging squeeze. After a deep breath, you nod and wrap your arms tighter around spider man's shoulders, squishing the side of your face against his jaw, something you wouldn't normally do to a stranger. This isn't a normal situation though.

“Ok! Here we go!” He cheers before whooping loudly and yanking you both into the air, the force making you groan. You squeeze your eyes shut, until you feel everything coming to halt. When you open them, you and spiderman are both suspended in the air above the buildings. A gasp leaves you and it feels like time stands still, with your jacket rising around you, as well as your bag. You're only able to take in the stretch of lights around you for a short moment before you feel your bodies start to drop. The view is quickly overtaken by buildings again, and you're still out of breath when spiderman sticks to the side of a nearby building. He makes a makeshift perch out of his knee for you to sit on, and despite that being something you'd usually be embarrassed about, you're too stunned to care right now.

“Are you alright? I'm sorry that was too much wasn't it?” Spiderman apologizes breathlessly as he straightens your jacket a little, your silence making him anxious. Maybe he had gone too high? You finally blink yourself out of your daze, bracing yourself against his shoulder.

“No- I-! That was incredible!” You huff, still not entirely over the sight you just saw. It was like looking out an airplane window, but without any, well, security or walls. Spider-Man just looks at your bright eyes and wild appearance, and bursts out laughing. You aren't aware of how wind blown you look so you just continue.

“No really! It was like-! And I couldn't-! You know?” You flounder illiterately as your extensive vocabulary flies out the window. You look at him to see if he was grasping what you're saying and Spiderman laughs again, finding it cute how quickly your opinion about this whole thing had changed. It was also nice that you seemed to be in a way better mood than before.

“Yeah! No, I get exactly what you're saying! The feeling is surreal. I felt it when I went swinging for the first time too.” He agrees with you, your excitement rubbing off on him. You finally feel your heart beat start to decelerate. It was for such a short time but in that brief moment in the air, you felt completely weightless, your day at work completely forgotten. You look over at him again and Spider-Man’s holographic eyes widen when they meet your gaze.

“I've thought this ever since that night in high school but, you really are so incredible.” you sigh and unconsciously search for eyes that you can't see. But spiderman can see yours perfectly, and the awe you're looking at him with, makes his heart speed up unexpectedly. You both gaze at each other for a moment longer before spiderman remembers to catch his breath and clears his throat.

“So um-. Are you ready to go again? I've uh- still got to deliver you home safely.” He jokes while laughing a little towards the end. You blink before situating your arms back around his shoulders. He wraps his arm back around your waist and you squeeze him a little more securely before bracing yourself.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” You huff and Spiderman springs off of the building and you both descend towards the ground before he shoots a web, swinging away with you in his arms. He whoops and you scream the entire way.

***

If someone listened hard enough, they'd hear laughing and talking from the top of a certain building.

“No but really that was such an underrated movie, and all because the animation was different.” You say around the last bite of the hotdog from the stand that's always parked on your street. Spiderman scoffs and shakes his head before impressively tossing his crumpled foil into a trash can on the street 90 feet below you. You'd whistle if you knew how to do it properly.

“Some people can't appreciate anything beyond aesthetics.” He sighs profoundly, and how dramatic it is makes you laugh, causing him to join in too. After gazing out at the city for a short while longer, you ball up your hot dog wrapper and stand up, making spiderman look up before standing too. You stuff the trash in your pocket to throw away later and sigh wistfully.

“Welp, I should probably head inside now. My sister has been blowing up my phone for the last 10 minutes.” You exhale while rocking on your heels and glancing over at the door that leads to the stairs of your building, not entirely ready to end this incredible night.You really should've gone inside the moment you both arrived, but when the masked hero offered to buy you something to eat, you couldn't say no. It was rare enough that you'd actually met him in person today after never being able to catch a glimpse of him before, so you know it's not likely you'll get this chance again. It only makes it worse that he turned out to be much nicer than you ever imagined through his videos. Spiderman just nods his head and swings his arms a bit.

“Yeah of course! And just tell her that spiderman held you up, if you need a way out of a lecture or something.” He responds, making you both laugh for the nth time tonight. You hum and nod your head.

“Will do. So uh- thank you for taking me home tonight, I appreciate it. Honestly, I've wanted to meet you since I first saw you in high school.” You chuckle quietly and sigh.

“I guess people aren't always right when they say never meet your heroes huh?” You say softly and glance at him one more time, making his reflective eyes widen again, before finally turning on your heel and making your way towards the door. Spiderman just stands still until you call out one more time.

“ Goodnight Spider-Man! Thanks again!” You call from the door and it snaps him out of his little daze.

“No problem! And watch yourself on the way to your door too! People are crazy!” He adds quickly and you shout back a distant ‘Yes sir!’, that makes him grin. Even after the door has closed Peter continues to smile to himself, replaying your conversations in his head as he walks off the building with a jig in his step. He never would've expected that he'd run into you tonight. Despite sharing a class with you and noticing you on your way home sometimes, Peter has never spoken to you, as himself or as Spider-Man. He's had a small crush on you for a little while now, nothing huge, just enough that he notices if you've got on a new outfit or if you missed class, but after the way things ended with Gwen before she moved, he doesn't plan on acting on it. That was never a good idea. He swings for a while longer before pausing for a second once he notices he's passing the street you both were on what felt like hours ago.

“She might need a swing home again though, who knows?” He thinks to himself as he walks over to the unruly civilian he webbed up earlier, still stuck to the wall. Maybe that manager you told him about will flake on you again, making you miss your bus and walk down this street. No, that wasn't likely. He's never seen you walk down this street before now so why would it happen again? It wasn't right to look forward to seeing you like that anyway. After scolding the guy one more time after letting him go, Peter swings back up to the building he was patrolling from. Sure, he was drawing in his sketchbook too but he was mostly watching and listening. He doodles with the noise of New York as his ambiance, and soon there's a tiny, no effort doodle of you in the corner of his page. He scribbles mindlessly on already sketched lines as he thinks of you.

“I can at least say hello in the hallway or something.” He ponders quietly as he adds little coils to your simplified hair, to stand as the curls that had escaped your parts when you both were swinging.

An intense yawn leaves you as the last few minutes of class tick by, with your instructor( who insisted on being called professor despite running a poorly taught class at a small community college) talking about a topic you couldn't bring yourself to care about. You couldn't get much sleep after your amazing encounter with spiderman last night. All you could do is run over the entire ordeal in your head over and over. Which you think you would've been tired of doing after relaying the story to your sister and all your friends about a hundred times, enough for them to get sick of it anyway. You're in the middle of skipping through the songs on your phone when you finally notice other students getting up to leave. Technically you didn't have to stay for your instructor's rambling but it always felt too rude to just get up and leave in the middle of them talking. While stuffing your binder back into your backpack, two classmates you'd consider friends walk up to you while chatting.

“Y/n are you going to the student store? Let's go together, I want some of those fruit snacks!” one of them says while leaning a hand on your desk. The other sits at the desk beside you, a desk belonging to a guy named Peter. Now that you think about it, he'd rushed out of class a while ago and hasn't come back. Maybe he had an emergency. You contemplate grabbing his backpack for him, noticing he'd left it behind, but decide not to. How would you even give it back to him? What if he comes back for it after you left?

“Y/n?” Your classmate calls your name again since you hadn't answered them, making you snap out of your thoughts. You quickly stuff the rest of your things in your bag.

“Oh yeah. I don't know you guys. They haven't changed what they stock in a while now. ‘M getting kind of tired of that stuff.” You hum while grabbing your purse and phone.

“Then just walk with us over there.” Your other classmate suggests and the three of you make your way out into the hall.

Peter weaves through the crowd of people leaving their classes for the day. He had spent way too much time dealing with that bank robbery. If he had just left after webbing them up instead of taking the time to bother them, he would've gotten back in time. Now he's going to miss the chance to talk to you-.

You run into a solid chest the moment you step out of the door, hard, because the person in front of you was rushing.

“Oh man! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry are you alright!?” Peter gasps after almost bulldozing over you. You're busy holding your nose and Peter is trying to catch a glimpse of your face to make sure you're not bleeding, when you both notice that you're talking to the person you were just thinking of.

“Oh Peter. I was wondering if you were coming back to class. Your backpack is still over at your desk.” you report once you realize who you're talking to. Peter just pauses and looks at you for a second. It's crazy that he's seen you plenty of times before today but just because of your half an hour long interaction yesterday, things felt different. He almost felt a little naked without his suit on, like you'd recognize him right away.

“Peter?” You ask him again and he finally remembers to human. He blinks a few times before nodding his head.

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah I had to go take care of something, but thanks. For looking out I mean.” He says hurriedly before letting out a sheepish laugh. He looks up at you with a cute smile that unexpectedly makes your heart stutter a little. This being the first time you've looked at him longer than the time it takes for him to answer a question, or slide past your desk. You blink and shrug casually.

“ Oh nah, it's no problem. I guess we'll see you tomorrow?” You say goodbye as your friends start to walk off ahead of you, seeing one of their other classmates.

“Yeah of course, see you later.” He responds and you give him a small smile before walking to meet up with your friends. Peter watches you for another second before turning to walk into the classroom. The two of you had so many conversations yesterday and now it was odd to exchange more than a few words. He can't do it though. Can't attempt to interact with you more outside of his suit. It would only lead to unavoidable problems that he'd rather not deal with again. Peter stops in the doorway to the classroom and taps at the frame with his finger.

“Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.” He chants in his head as his feet stay planted to the spot in front of the door.

“Hey y/n!” You hear Peter call you right as you're about to step out into the quad. You peer back and see him jog up to you. When you look at him with big, questioning eyes he sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry, but could you tell me the assignments for tonight? I missed them earlier.” He asks you with an adorable smile, and just like that, things are on the course to change, for better or for worse.

🕸️A/n: I can't believe I finally finished this, I started it in June last year. I told myself I'm gonna finish all the fics I want to read this year, no matter how long and complicated, and I'm already off to a great start. Super proud of myself. This is my first post on this blog so, thanks for reading!🕸️🕸️🕸️

🕸️Taggies: @cookieswithay, @bokutosbiceps

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hey Fawn my lovely! If you haven’t gotten this one already, maybe Peter Parker and #4? Only if you vibe with it of course. I love this celebration, it’s so cute and creative!! :)

Mae thank for you this request! Peter and reader go through a corn maze and reader is spooked! Request a prompt here!

You’re on a Halloween date with Peter at a corn field and you’re freaking out.

You never expected you’d be terrified of just rows and rows of corn, but the tall, green stalks and the rustling of the corn is freaking you out.

“Peter, please don’t go far.” You’re trying your best not to get too scared, but with every rustle of the corn your skin erupts in goosebumps and your breath hitches.

Peter smiles beside you, kissing your temple as he links your fingers. “I won’t, babe. Promise.”

You and Peter walk through the maze like field, your anxiety worsening and when Peter lets go of your hand to check out one of the scarecrows it’s at an all time high; especially when you lose him in a sea of people.

Oh god. You stop where you are, hoping Peter will come find you, when you hear a rustling that has to be more than a breeze.

It’s rough and loud, like an animal moving its way through the corn field. It could also be an ax murderer.

Maybe you’ve watched too many scary movies.

The rustling comes again and you can feel the fear creeping up your throat.

Someone jumps out and says, “Boo!” right beside your ear and your hand swings out as you scream.

You know that giggle anywhere. “Peter that’s not funny!” You lean into him all the same, resting your head on his shoulder as your heart rate comes down.

“I’m sorry bug,” he rubs your arms, amusement lining his tone. “Your scream is kind of cute, I’m sorry lovebug.”

He kisses your cheek, your heart slowing a little as Peter holds you. “You’re so mean to your girlfriend.”

Peter coos, his smile poorly hidden, “I’m sorry angel.” He kisses your jaw. “Won’t happen again.”

“I’ll accept your apology if you get me a salted caramel ice cream when we’re leaving.” You try to sound upset, but you’re hiding a little smile and leaning more into Peter as you walk.

Peter laughs, giving you a squeeze and leading you out of the last bit of the maze. “Can I at least have a proper kiss?”

You pretend to think about it, “Maybe after my ice cream.” Peter pinches your side, more than amused with you, but the minute you get your ice cream and a tub to carry home, your cold lips on Peter’s warm ones.

[usoppshoneydew]

I was so surprised to see some brown skin, and then I saw that it was fizziedoodle's mood board lol

dating peter parker

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fic recs!

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retired characters:

(no new fic recs will be added for these characters!)

➸ indiana jones

➸ lip gallagher (shameless)

➸ rafe cameron (outer banks)

➸ thomas shelby (peaky blinders)

[nanalite]

PETER PARKER IN MARVEL RIVALS

[eternallyniah]

Okay but where’s my 6’5 brown eyes black hair thick thighs man ?

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites ! (vii)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series

criminal minds

♡ can we have one? - spencer reid, wife!reader ft. platonic!aaron hotchner, platonic!jack hotchner

↳ @qlossytbh

♡♤ cryptic - spencer reid

↳ @pathologicalreid

♤♡ it’s not your fault - spencer reid

↳ @dreamsontheirway

♡ in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life - spencer reid

↳ @cerisereids

♡♤ 24 hours - spencer reid

↳ @radiant-reid

♡ blurb - derek morgan

♡ blurb - aaron hotchner, pregnant!reader

↳ @luveline

♡ sweet and right and merciful - spencer reid

↳ @januaryembrs

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a court of thorns and roses

☆ just a little bit of your heart - azriel, pregnant!reader

↳ @fieldofdaisiies

☆ not again - azriel (throne of glass crossover!)

↳ @fanwarriorfictions

♡ take it off - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

↳ @florencemtrash

♡♤ shadows entwined - azriel

♡♤ shadows of secrets - azriel, archeron!reader

♤♡ secrets with the shadowsinger - azriel, tamlin’s sister!reader

↳ @small-z24

♡♤ take it slow - azriel, cassian, rhysand (poly!)

♡ late night drive - modern!cassian

↳ @danikamariewrites

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

♡ head in the clouds - rhysand

↳ @serpentandlily

♤♡ the time traveller’s husband - rhysand

↳ @utterlyotterlyx

♤ we lay here - cassian

↳ @invisible-lint

♡♤ (what if?) all i need is you - azriel

↳ @empiresofstorm

♡ azriel’s girls - azriel

↳ @daycourtofficial

♡♤ long story short - single dad!cassian, best friend!reader

↳ @flickering-chandelier

♤♡ here without you - azriel

↳ @readychilledwine

♡ body count - azriel

↳ @illyrianbitch

♡ scratches - azriel

↳ @padyprongs

♡ i’ve been waiting for you — azriel, seer!reader

♡ i’ve been waiting for you (bonus) — azriel, seer!reader

↳ @prythianpages

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marauders

♡♤ thank you, mclaggen - james potter

♡ whimsical!reader - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)

♡ peace & quiet [& sirius] - regulus black, mute!reader

↳ @ellecdc

♡ blurb - remus lupin

↳ @ahqkas

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marvel

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

♤ 1 missed call - tasm!peter parker

↳ @liz-allyn

♤♡ the last time - tasm!peter parker

↳ @wokeupinmars

♤♡ he hates me, doesn’t he? - bucky barnes

↳ @winterarmyy

♡♤ laryngitis - bucky barnes

↳ @skaye44

♡ drunk!reader - bucky barnes

↳ @infictionalwonderland

♤♡ you were my sunshine - bucky barnes

↳ @literaryavenger

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dc

♤ through the fire - jason todd ft. batmom!reader

↳ @hannibals-favourite-meal

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jujutsu kaisen

♡♤ college boy!sukuna accidentally knocking you up - modern!sukuna, pregnant!reader

↳ @yuujispinkhair

♕ divider — @bunnysrph

[a-reverii]

⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 + 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ⭑

— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

sirius black

tulips. ⇢ @amiableness

safe place. ⇢ @/amiableness

don't delete the kisses. ⇢ @that-bwitch

regulus black

time to pretend. ⇢ @delicrieux

the arranged marriage or regulus's dreams. ⇢ @ellecdc

see me. ⇢ @mmoonysgf

hold her! ⇢ @kquil

secret admirer. ⇢ @itsbuckytm

remus lupin

clandestine. ⇢ @spncvr

sirius the matchmaker. ⇢ @fishley

his girl. ⇢ @opalesquegirl

our band. ⇢ @wzrd-wheezes

james potter

boundary less. ⇢ @wicchyy

no boundary!james. ⇢ @ddejavvu

best friend!james. ⇢ @/ddejavvu

personal trainer. ⇢ @fourmoony

about you. ⇢ @ma1dita

and i love her. ⇢ @dilf-lover99

— 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.

neil perry

if i fell. ⇢ @sorencd

two of us. ⇢ @/sorencd

art class. ⇢ @/sorencd

charlie dalton

orlando (first kiss). ⇢ @dearsnow

under the neon glow. ⇢ @augiewrites

secret admirer. ⇢ @/augiewrites

todd anderson

todd can't help the way he feels about you. ⇢ @writersmacchiato

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍.

peter parker

new york private life. ⇢ @astxroiid

← back to fic rec masterlist.

[uramakimochi]

Venting again but this time i'm not pissed about anything i swear✋ please just hear me out!! (and read to the end before sending me hate comments🫶)

Listen, i love all types of fanfictions okay and you are all amazing writers, you really are, but sometimes i would just prefer to see more CANON fanfictions than those set in other alternative universes you know?

Because in the end, what is the main purpose of fanfictions, especially those with reader inserts?? To being able to imagine ourselves as real characters from the book/series/movie/anime that we love most!!!

Like, modern!au is cute and all but we all live that everyday already!

If i want to read a GOT/HOTD fic it's because i want to ride a dragon with Jace or Daemon. I want to be lady Stark and i want to be Aemond or Aegon's queen and i want to fight in a battle with Jaime Lannister or Jon Snow.

If i want to read a STRANGER THINGS fic it's because i want to play D&D with Eddie and the Hellfire Club, i want to be Will and Jonathan's sibling, i want Steve to rescue me from Vecna's curse by playing my favorite song on my walkman and i want to go in the Upside Down with the gang to kill Vecna.

If i want to read a STAR WARS fic it's because i want to train with Luke to be a Jedi, i want to be Anakin or Obi-Wan's secret lover and i want to be a bounty hunter with Din Djarin and take care or baby Grogu.

If i want to read a HARRY POTTER fic it's because i want to live in Hogwarts and i want to have breakfast in the Great Hall with Ron, brew and smell amortentia with one of the Marauders, i want to take a walk to the Black Lake with Neville, play a Quidditch match with the Weasley Twins and fight in the Battle of Hogwarts with Harry and all of our friends and defeat Voldemort.

If i want to read a ONE PIECE fic it's because i want to be a pirate and i want to be a member of the Straw Hat's crew, i want to fight in the Battle of Marineford to save Ace and i want to be part of the Revolutionary Army.

If i want to read an AOT fic it's because i want to be part of the Scout Regiment and swing between the trees to fight against the titans, i want to take a walk on the shore with Armin, i want to be Jean's girlfriend and steal some food with Sasha and Connie and i want to risk my life in battle against the Founder Titan to save Levi's.

If i want to read a VIKINGS/TLK fic it's because i want to be a shieldmaiden like Lagertha and swing my axe in a battle to fight for Ragnar or Uhtred and get myself covered in the enemy's blood, i want to be the king's daughter that has a secret relationship with a Dane or be a sweet and innocent Saxon that likes to quietly pray with Osferth the baby monk.

If i want to read a MARVEL fic it's because i want to be an Avenger and i want to risk my life fighting against Thanos to save the world, i want to live in Asgard with Loki and Thor and i want to be a Guardian of the Galaxy and be Rocket's best friend.

If i want to read a LOTR fic it's because i want to fight in Mordor against Sauron's army alongside Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli and sacrifice my life for them.

Ecc ecc...

Do you get what i mean??? Like, yes i like to read smut and fluff, but i want the drama! I want the adrenaline! I read fanfictions because i want to escape this modern world and live my adventures in another one that i know i will never part of! I want to be RIGHT THERE with them!!!

And before you come at me saying things like "If you are that desperate, why don't you write them then?" or "Don't tell me what to do, i write what i want" and bla bla bla...

I'm trying. I'm not saying my fanfictions are perfect but i try as much as possible to write more canon stories (but sometimes i lack inspiration) to entertain readers and make them experience new feelings, because i enjoy it.

But i don't want to be the only one doing it for others. I want to READ a good long story too. I want to FEEL those feelings too, you know?

I'm NOT saying that there's a complete absence of canon stories on here and of course i'm NOT forcing anyone to write what i want to read.

I'm just expressing my opinion on the lack of them, because people only write au and mostly smut these days, in my opinion.

[usoppshoneydew]

"Pin It Up" Tasm! Peter Parker x reader📷📷📷

S: You take a pin-up photo for a poster in Peter's room.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Spider-Man x F!Black reader

Tw: some suggestive content/nothing explicit/fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Notes: inspired by a Spider-Man comic panel I saw, where Peter had a poster of MJ in his room; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes📷📷📷

Music plays from the small radio in the Parker household kitchen while May Parker cleans out one of her junk drawers. It's a nice spring day and she figured she'd open up the windows and finally get started on the ‘cleaning’ part of the season. May hums along to her favorite oldies but goodies station when the doorbell rings. She looks up and drops the extra fast food napkins in her hand, before walking over to answer it. When May opens the door, she's greeted by a delivery driver.

“Yes? Can I help you?” May asks curiously. She hadn't expected any parsels today and the mail shouldn't be delivered yet. The employee gives her a polite nod before pulling out a clipboard.

“Hello miss, I've got a package for a, Peter Parker?” he informs her and she nods. It's still a little surprising though because Peter usually asks her to look out for packages when he's expecting them. They usually leave them by the door too ,despite that not being the best idea, even in their moderately safe neighborhood.

“Oh you must mean my nephew. Here I'll sign for it.” She answers the delivery guy and takes the clipboard from him.

“Tha~nk you! Let me just grab your package.” he says and May raises her eyebrows in surprise. Did he mean from the truck? Why wouldn't he have brought it to the door? She soon finds out why when the employee pulls the package out from beside the front door.

“Peter!?”

Peter looks up from his computer and pulls out his earbuds when he hears his aunt call his name. He hops down the steps to their stairs before swinging his body around the banister the same way he's been told not to since he was little.

“Yeah?!” He calls back as he walks over to the kitchen. Inside, his tiny aunt is struggling with what looks like a huge,rectangular box. Peter walks over with an amused smile, slightly confused.

“What's that?” He asks before gently taking the box from her. It's surprisingly light, despite how big it is, so May must've been struggling because it's awkward to carry. Aunt May just sighs, glad to be rid of the thing.

“The boy at the door said it was for you.” She huffs while gesturing at it. Peter just turns the box in his hands with a confused frown.

“For me?” He wonders outloud. Peter takes the box up to his room and lays it on the floor. It really was huge, and flat, but way bigger than a simple poster. But then again, the majority of that could be due to the packaging inside. Peter tilts it in his hand to finally get a good look at the sender, and finds it's from a place called Model Captures. It's then that he recalls a certain conversation from around a month ago.

*_*_*_*

“Maybe you can put some lanterns up, boo. Like the circle ones? That'd be cool.” You had suggested while closing his window. It was a late-night and the two of you were trying to keep quiet while putting together an abundance of ITEA furniture. A few weeks prior, Peter had asked for your help to renovate his childhood bedroom as a celebration for the new IT job he'd just been hired for. It was perfect. A job he could do from home and get paid the minimum wage. You yank on the stubborn window pane until it shuts completely, blocking out the cigarette smoke fanning in from the house beside you. If it was bothering you, you know it'll start driving Peter nuts.

“Lanterns? Like the colorful ones at the spoken word thing we went to?” Peter asks from his spot on the floor, surrounded by coffee table parts, packaging, and instructions. You walk back over to sit behind him on his bed, resuming your task of unwrapping new coasters and candles, things you told him he should buy after all the furniture is set up.

“Noo, just typical white ones. The small type that you can spread around. Even though a big one over the coffee table would be cute.” You ponder while stacking the cork coasters and setting them aside. Peter hums while scanning over the paper in his hand for what feels like the hundredth time, seriously tempted to just put the table together using webs and glue. He could probably pull it off, he's sure. He built his own web shooters for goodness sake.

“We'll have to check them out when we head back to ITEA.” He mumbles in agreement, eyeballing the typed steps and diagrams. After he fails to comprehend what piece goes where for the nth time, Peter finally tosses the folded paper away and drops his head on the bed behind him.

“Welp! There's no way I'm getting this done tonight.” He forfeits for the rest of the night. He'd gotten overzealous and tried to finish it early anyway. You yawn and lay over on your side, bending your elbow and resting on your hand. You'd gotten your hair braided after work today, and your scalp was still sore. You knew you shouldn't have let your cousin do it, but she had an opening at her booth and offered to do it for cheap. A yawn creeps up on you, making Peter turn towards you.

“You tired? Want me to take you home?” He asks you softly while gently touching your parts, his cool fingers soothing the area. You'd had a busy day today, but still dropped by when Peter told you he'd be messing around with some of the things he bought. Your webbed Beau smiles at the thought before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you hum.

“ I can stay a little longer.” You answer while playing with his hair. You work late tomorrow, your shift starting around the same time Peter plans to start patrol. You could afford to go home late, especially when you have a boyfriend that can swing you there. Besides, with the two of you working now, plus Peter's typical hero shenanigans, you might begin to see each other less for a while.

“Just spend the night then, I can swing you home in the morning.” Peter offers against you before kissing you again. He leans into your space, obviously ready to climb into the bed, and you're leaning back, until you think of something.

“Ooh, what about artwork? You could fill up some of the wall space with canvases.” You pull away to suggest, the interior designer in you still brainstorming. Peter frowns in thought, not too thrilled by the idea.

“Paintings? I'd rather put up photos.” He says, pulling back to rest his arms on the bed. You roll your eyes a tiny bit, a smile on your face. You and Peter's, painting vs pictures, debate will probably last until you're both old and gray.

“Ok well, some kind of large piece on the wall above your monitor.” You revise and start to play with his hair again, knowing you're probably sending goosebumps up his arms. Peter just fiddles with one of the legs to the table, thinking.

“Yeah but one big piece will be hard to choose. I'd rather just put up a photo of you.” He hums while running his eyes over the countless photos of the two of you decorating his wall. You both fall silent for a moment, you drifting off a little while messing with the hair at the base of Peter's nape, and Peter's mind racing. Then he suddenly pulls away from you, forcing you to open your eyes.

“Really, I should put up a big photo of you!” He says again, before laughing and turning to you as if he'd just had a major epiphany. You just blink, before frowning.

“Like a poster?” You ask slowly. You've seen something like that before, in a drama you were watching, but it was of the idol herself, in her own mansion. She was a famous actress. The thought of Peter having a huge model shot of you in this small room though, was pretty embarrassing. You sigh and watch as your boyfriend stands up to get a better perspective of the wall, really getting smitten with the idea.

“ Yeah! Something artistic and sensual. Like a real art piece!” Peter continues, actually fantasizing about it now, going on about black and white shots or full color ones. You just sigh, your hand rubbing at your cheek.

“ I don't know, baby. Don't you think that's kind of vain?” You whine and stretch, ready to shower and go to bed at this point. Peter immediately kneels near the bed and presses a few persuasive kisses to your cheeks and jaw, the ticklish pecks making you scrunch up your nose.

“ Not if it's in my room! Come on sweetness no one else will even see it.” your lover pleads, this time pressing kisses to weird places like the middle of your shirt, right between your boobs, making you roll your eyes. You contemplate it while Peter continues to pepper you in affection. It's true that Peter never invites the few friends he has, to his house. You've never asked why, but you guess it's because he reserves this space for his loved ones. Either way, it isn't likely that anyone else would see the piece. It'd be something just for Peter in his newly renovated room. You huff a breath through your nose, before resting your hand on the back of Peter's head, that was now resting on your chest and waiting patiently.

“Alright, what kind of picture do you want?” You ask the top of his head, and Peter smiles before sitting up and turning to face you, his nose close to brushing yours. He hums, looking at your lips while thinking.

“I want it to be like a real model picture. Something elegant. Like a celebrity.” He describes and you nod. You could probably go to that shop you used to take family photos at when you were younger. Peter moves a bit closer, and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

“Some slightly sexy.” He adds quietly, some heat behind his brown eyes. Alright, maybe you couldn't go to the family photo place. The artistic side of you already starts to imagine what that'd mean. You picture, draping fabric, some skin shown, something dramatic. This isn't a random request for a titty pic, this was going to be a piece of decor. You hold his gaze.

“You have plenty of photos like that on your favorite camera over there.” You remind him, nodding towards the camera Peter has reserved for just the two of you, resting on his desk. Peter huffs out a laugh and hides his face in your neck, feeling it start to burn. He takes a breath against your skin before standing up, and you bite your lip when he walks over to grab the camera.

“Then let's take a few more for reference.” He sighs with a deceptively cute smile, and something lights in your stomach. You sigh deeply, like what's coming next can't be helped.

“We'll have to keep quiet.” You respond, already eyeing the spectacle that is Peter Parker undressing. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you both woke up his aunt.

*_*_*_*

Peter feels his heartbeat pick up as he stands to find a box cutter. That conversation had happened almost a month ago. Obviously the two of you couldn't actually use the dirty pics on Peter's camera, so you both looked up a nice photographer and got your photos taken there. You'd made Peter wait outside the studio back then, deciding that you wanted the final shot to be a surprise, so he has no idea what he's about to see. Peter practically falls back onto the floor in his haste to open up the package. He'd purposely kept the space above his monitor vacant for you, and now it was time to complete his renovations.

“Let's see.” Peter whispers while opening up the neat rectangle he cut into the top of the box. He stands and props it against his legs, before carefully sliding the canvas up and out, not wanting to damage the precious piece in any way. The first thing Peter sees when he holds it up for himself are the colors. White, black, different variations of gray, and brown. It was a giant portrait of you sitting on the ground, a piece of white, flowing fabric being the only thing covering you. You're holding it to your chest, but it drapes over your softest areas, just barely protecting the most private places. You've got a serious, but serene expression on your face and there's a light source shining from somewhere above you, highlighting your features that Peter loves so much. It was all artistic, but the part that left Peter breathless was your skin. It was a monochromatic shot, everything being black and white, even your eyes; but the one distinguishable color on the canvas was your beautiful shade of brown skin, standing out like the most elegant feature of the photo.

“Wow.” Is all Peter could say. He knows you're beautiful, more than anyone, sometimes more than you, but this photo accentuated it so perfectly, he almost regrets that he wasn't the one to take it. That a picture of you this pretty graced another photographer's camera and not his. He's still looking at the giant poster, enhanced eyesight noticing tiny details, when his aunt knocks softly and walks inside.

“Peter? What was that giant package?” May asks as she walks over to her nephew, looking at him with concern, until she looks over his shoulder and gasps.

“Oh my, is that y/n?! She looks absolutely beautiful!” He says with a hand over her mouth. Peter just nods dumbly. The photo had turned out so pretty, it couldn't even really be considered vain or embarrassing. It was simply artwork. May looks up when Peter suddenly sets the painting against his bed and grabs one of his jackets from his desk chair. She just looks on in confusion as he darts out of his room.

“Peter?! Where are you going!?” She asks as she looks out the doorway, at a loss with her nephew's antics like always.

“I'll be back! I'm just heading to y/n's place!” Peter calls over his shoulder before taking off down the street. The photo was beautiful, but right now, Peter had to go and see the real thing.

A/n: Just a small idea I had mayyyybe a month ago? Or a few weeks, I'm not sure. Either way, I finished another fic without taking half a year!( used a pretty playlist towards the end for the last push). I think this one turned out pretty cute. Thanks for reading!📷📷📷

[iamgonnagetyouback]

──౨ৎ THAT'S THAT ME ESPRESSO CAFE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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hi loves! so lately i’ve been seriously lacking motivation, and instead of doing something normal about it, i decided to open a café on tumblr. it just felt right. sometimes the only cure for creative burnout is pretending your blog has a drink menu and you're the overworked barista with a god complex.

so! welcome to the very original 'that's that me espresso café' — a fun little celebration just because i needed something light and lovely to get back into the swing of things. come hang out, send in an order, let’s romanticize my procastination together ‹𝟹

🥧 love crust pie

crumbs of affection — served fresh from the oven and sprinkled with love. send in a character, and i’ll hand you the one (1) love language they use to say “i love you” without ever saying it. no refunds. side effects may include giggling, delusion, and sudden yearning. you've been warned

☕ black coffee confessions

cry-at-the-counter combo — tell me what emotional disaster you’re currently going through (yes, overshare), and i’ll tell you exactly how your fave would fix it. includes a complimentary forehead kiss if needed. comes with a napkin for your tears

🍪 impulsive cookie

build-a-bite edition — choose a prompt, a genre, and a character (mention who you want as the talker and listener), and i’ll whip up a bite-sized drabble straight from the impulsive oven of my brain. no guarantee it’s structurally sound, but it’ll be sweet, slightly unhinged, and emotionally filling. may contain feelings. proceed with caution (and sprinkles)

🥐 croissant of possibility

order up! — send me a trope or an au (or both, if you’re bold), and i’ll craft you a mini fic. served fresh with a side of delusion

RULES

♡︎. please send each order in a separate ask

♡︎. don’t spam the counter (aka my inbox)

♡︎. keep it small text like this — ( abc )

♡︎. this lil café is just for motivation, so not every order will be answered

♡︎. please don’t send AUs or tropes that belong to another writer’s original concept — we respect the recipes of other cafés

♡︎. characters are mentioned in my request guidelines

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♡︎. angst by @keyotosprompts

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[planetallure]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ fic recs

CW: these works contain explicit content intended for those 18+. make sure to read the rules of the writers before interacting.

@peterthepark : coming back to this blog made me realize when exactly i started back reading fanfic fr. the moment that was eddie mf munson, touched something in me. reign was one of my first intros that really stuck with me. it kinda blew my mind and scared me at the same time because i was like…how do i move on…what’s better than this??? brilliance. creative genius. like what more do you want from me? reign, i miss you. <3

i rec literally anything she’s written about eddie or tasm!peter parker.

@ohcaptains : i really don’t know what to tell you man. leah. is. HER. she simply does not miss. funny story: when i first started my old blog, it was ageless so i ended up getting blocked. so i pm’d her basically begging to come back home because i knew what i had lost. i’m not ashamed.

"dealers choice" - if you happened to miss the moment that was eddie munson or you miss his character or you were never really into him, this lil universe is for you. <3

"learning in public" - carmy x fem!reader. he needs it. he wants it. he has to have it. a man on his knees. enjoy.

"don't you dare fall in love" - heads up this one was discontinued and will not be continued (so don’t go harassing her about it) but the last part has an open ending so don’t let that stop you. college student/dealer!ellie x fem!reader. it’s beautiful and perfect. enjoy.

also ALL of her frank castle, abby anderson, tasm!peter parker fics. thank youuu

@inknopewetrust : this woman is a W R I T E R. the beautiful angsty things that come from her brain need to be cherished. thank you for your service.

“hoping i’ll find [a glimpse of us]” - when i tell you this shit was so fricking good!!!!!?! another piece of LITERATURE that i couldn’t believe i got to read for free on tumblr. i am such a sucker for a angsty slow burn and this still lives in me head rent free to this day. the tension had me giggling and laughing and biting my nail and crying. i need to spin back. i need to feel something!!

“secret” : now this one was a sexy forbidden romance. eddie’s our man who isn’t our man but is and oh m gee the angst in this one got me too, though it wasn’t as much. preppy!reader x eddie munson iykyk.

@etherealising : the absolute sweetest person i’ve met on here. every interaction i have with her just makes me smile. on TOP of that she’s a beautiful writer and storyteller. vee you have my heart.

“all i ever knew only you” - the best carmy x oc fic i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading on here. i’m so emotionally attached to this series, its characters and i think it has such re-readablity . the characterization is also so well done carmy x baby 4life. it’s currently discontinued but she is currently doing a rewrite and it’s going really well! in the meantime, please don’t let that stop you from reading the original while it’s still up. you won’t regret it.

“a buried and a burning flame” - vee single-handedly has me looking a richie different now. like…wait a minute :)) the bickering and banter is so fun. tension? check. spice?? check.

“flew like a moth to you” - a continuation of the one above. babyyyy!!! yes, yes, uh huh 🙂‍↕️ these two? LOVE EM. he’s officially in my heart.

@totheblood : star is so kind and super creative. she has created some of my favorite ellie williams smau’s on here.

"the hard way" - rockstar!ellie williams x ex-gf!reader smau. you guys are brought together again to solve the mystery that is the anonymous account blackmailing the two of you. mmm, nothing like the takedown of a shady mf to bring the girls together again :)

@cherriesxinthespring : another sweetheart with a beautiful mind. ik people get the characterization/true nature of ellie so wrong, but not rosie. she gets it.

“wasteland, baby!” - the wlw true enemies to lovers slow burn i’ve been dreaming of. tap in. right now.

@elliesbelle

“nobody compares to you” : a deliciously angsty slow burn second chance romance (ex!ellie x f!reader)

all the text convos for abby and ellie.

@newasskid : this blog makes me so nostalgic. THE first fic series that i read and rebloged when i started my first ff blog, came from this writer. i honestly feel it was my first time reading fanfic that wasn’t a silly little wattpad story or imagine and i was honestly gagged. i was like, “this…this is literature.” what can i say? i love good ass characterization! and this one was no exception.

“hard knock life” - like i said i was gagged with how good it was. i read the first two chapters back in 2022 and i still remember the feeling i felt reading them. this new blog i’m making is a fresh start for me and a chance for me to get back into old fandoms. will be revisiting this one soon.

@lovelettersfromluna

"one of your girls" - biker!ellie/roommate!ellie/camgirl!ellie x f!reader ALL rolled into to this ridiculously sexy little universe!! i love these two so much :’(

"compass" - vampire!ellie !!!! my new favorite thing. the way luna writes her feeding on reader ALONE is the most erotic and intimate thing. my god this was hot.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sending all of this beautiful writers my love and respect y’all are amazing and so important. <3

[padsmoony04]

Would having my favorite fictional character as my boyfriend fix any of my problems? No, not at all, but at least I would get comfort cuddles and kisses on my forehead.

[madwcman]

WHERE IS THE ANGST????? THE YEARNING???? THE LONGING???? i’m so tired of smut what do i have to do to get some decent angst or fluff??

[drewsandsebastianswife]

There are literally so many amazing and incredible stories on here but these are some of my favorite ones out there. I am literally in love with all of these and the writers of these incredible stories.

Rafe Cameron:

•you’re losing me: https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/719053666095595520/youre-losing-me-rc - @runningfrom2am

•Favorite Girl: https://www.tumblr.com/hotchsstuff/716329959750352896/favorite-girl-rafe-cameron - @hotchsstuff

•Daddy’s Money: https://www.tumblr.com/simpforboys/711179785199599616/daddys-money - @simpforboys

•Let’s have a good time: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicmunsonwrites/724489956660215808/reader-gets-super-drunk-with-the-pogues-so-they - @cosmicmunsonwrites

Drew Starkey:

•“Petah…the horse is here”: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/733919510365700096/heyyy-lovely-iw-as-wondering-if-you-could-write - @r66dus

•The Puppy Interview: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/710183321911574528/the-puppy-interview - @r66dus

•The “Outer Banks” Cast Reads Thirst tweets: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/710806681295159296/omg-the-new-interview-of-reading-thirst-tweets-you - @r66dus

•He’s just Ken but he does it so well: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/734553710688174080/could-u-pls-do-drew-x-femreader-where-she-gets - @r66dus

Bucky Barnes:

•A Friend of Yours (series): https://www.tumblr.com/duuhrayliegh/657377608473919488/a-friend-of-yours - @duuhrayliegh

•Personal Pillow: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsbarnesblog/732081137629921280/personal-pillow - @mrsbarnesblog

•My Everything: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsbarnesblog/732264733481304064/my-everything - @mrsbarnesblog

Regulus Black:

•Second Son (series): https://www.tumblr.com/cherryslyce/712258161504108544/second-son-navigation - @cherryslyce

•Grudges: https://www.tumblr.com/petitemistletoe/720060966287638528/grudges - @petitemistletoe

•Grudges (part2): https://www.tumblr.com/petitemistletoe/721600346887208960/grudges-part-ii - @petitemistletoe

•to the moon and back: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/732308498806865920/to-the-moon-and-back - @lixzey

•Troublemakers: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsmikaelsxn/714984248955830272/troublemakers - @mrsmikaelsxn

• Monster Among Men: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/731884519292076032/monster-among-men - @lixzey

•My Cat in Disguise: https://www.tumblr.com/unabashednightmarepizza/724659775882821632/%F0%9D%91%80%F0%9D%91%A6-%F0%9D%90%B6%F0%9D%91%8E%F0%9D%91%A1-%F0%9D%90%BC%F0%9D%91%9B-%F0%9D%90%B7%F0%9D%91%96%F0%9D%91%A0%F0%9D%91%94%F0%9D%91%A2%F0%9D%91%96%F0%9D%91%A0%F0%9D%91%92 - @unabashednightmarepizza

•What side are you on?: https://www.tumblr.com/lustsickforyou/714730201963266048/what-side-are-you-on-sirius-black-x-reader - @lustsickforyou

•A snake and his little bird: https://www.tumblr.com/robynlilyblack/691307004956917760/a-snake-and-his-little-bird - @robynlilyblack

Timothée Chalamet:

•Letters (series): https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/728997852322430976/letters-one-day-timoth%C3%A9e-receives-a-package-from - @lixzey

•forever yours.: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/733344558600028160/forever-yours - @lixzey

•mine, forever mine: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/733503682243706880/mine-forever-mine - @lixzey

Remus Lupin:

•seven minutes to forever: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/735140166433488896/hey-maybe-you-could-write-remus-lupin-x-fem - @lixzey

•Jealous Remus: https://www.tumblr.com/xxhispieceofheavenxx/708728354571993088/can-i-pls-request-remus-being-jealous-and - @xxhispieceofheavenxx

•sour wolf: https://www.tumblr.com/shiftermia/728286378678484992/sour-wolf - @shiftermia

•when was the last time you slept?: https://www.tumblr.com/girasollake/726673918069473280/could-you-possibly-do-the-one-bed-trope-with - @girasollake

•You’re Losing Me (series): https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/718987676510978048/%F0%9D%98%A0%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B6%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%93%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B4%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-%F0%9D%98%94%F0%9D%98%A6 - @astonishment

•At Arms Length: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/729767772079407104/%F0%9D%98%88%F0%9D%98%B5-%F0%9D%98%88%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%AE%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%93%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8%F0%9D%98%B5%F0%9D%98%A9 - @astonishment

•professor, professor: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/732668122404978688/professor-professor - @lixzey

•”She’s My Wife”: https://www.tumblr.com/kquil/731747952363716608/remus-lupin-2359-shes-my-wife-sum-you - @kquil

I literally have to thank @astonishment for bringing me into the marauders fandom. I LOVE Harry Potter but Mal made me fall in love with James and Remus with her incredible writing!! I literally read all her works in less than a week🫢🫣😂

James Potter:

•Time Warp: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/693982145556955136/%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AE%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%9E%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%B1 - @astonishment

•Why Did She Say Yes?: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/697329877925380096/%F0%9D%96%B6%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%97%92-%F0%9D%96%A3%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%96%BD-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%96%BA%F0%9D%97%92-%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8C - @astonishment

•Darling, Dearest, Dead: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/698958021732204544/%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B4%F0%9D%98%B5-%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%A5 - @astonishment

•All Of The Benefits: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/708662967233822720/%F0%9D%96%A0%F0%9D%97%85%F0%9D%97%85-%F0%9D%96%AE%F0%9D%96%BF-%F0%9D%96%B3%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A1%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%87%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%96%BF%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%97%8D%F0%9D%97%8C - @astonishment

•If I Kiss You, I’m Sorry: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/711289099349311488/%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%96%BF-%F0%9D%96%A8-%F0%9D%96%AA%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%97%8C%F0%9D%97%8C-%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%8E-%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%97%86-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%92 - @astonishment

•You’re Losing Me (series): https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/718987676510978048/%F0%9D%98%A0%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B6%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%93%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B4%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-%F0%9D%98%94%F0%9D%98%A6 - @astonishment

•Game Night: https://www.tumblr.com/thewriterghost/733238745843826688/game-night - @thewriterghost

•Rivals: https://www.tumblr.com/mastermindmiko/730404983676321792/rivals - @mastermindmiko

(TASM) Peter Parker:

•Stacked Against You: https://www.tumblr.com/delicate-dorothea/721251792081518592/stacked-against-you - @delicate-dorothea

•The Last Time: https://www.tumblr.com/delicate-dorothea/725983375860645888/the-last-time - @delicate-dorothea

•How You Get the Girl: https://www.tumblr.com/californ1asnow/721891388315320320/how-you-get-the-girl - @californ1asnow

Coriolanus Snow: I promised myself I would not like Snow because of the first hunger games movies but @runningfrom2am ‘s leveling the playing field series made me break, it’s just SO GOOD

•leveling the playing field (series): https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/735903707790819329/take-me-to-the-lakes-where-all-the-poets-went-to - @runningfrom2am

•money, power, glory: https://www.tumblr.com/kitscutie/734552947740082176/omg-if-youre-still-wanting-requests-for-coryo - @kitscutie

•snow and roses: https://www.tumblr.com/kitscutie/734453621921611777/hi-i-saw-your-post-about-snow-omg-can-i-request - @kitscutie

•snow and roses (part2): https://www.tumblr.com/kitscutie/734607629043761152/snow-and-roses-part-ii-coriolanus-snow-x - @kitscutie

•cold nights (series): https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/737839190954409984/cold-nights-masterlist - @runningfrom2am

Charles Leclerc:

•HEARTBREAK ON TOUR: https://www.tumblr.com/twobluejeans/724169015147315200/welcome-to-the-masterlist-youre-just-in - @twobluejeans