Gonna Go Watch Nwh For The Second Time😼

Oooh s I am FEELING number 9 for flufftober with tom??? And perhaps there was some mutual pining happening... Okay also as I was reading through the prompts I was listening to "clouds" by børns which is just... such a romantic song to me and it made me so giddy while reading the prompts so I thought I'd mention it in case if gives you any inspiration :)

❀ clouds ❀

i love this song too 🥺 this is so self-indulgent (as all my drabbles are tbh) i hope you enjoy <3 this might be the best drabble i’ve ever written lmao i’m rlly proud & in love with this one :’)

prompt: (9) your first passionate kiss with a person. you touch your lips absently, feeling the phantom of your lover’s lips.

↳ actor!tom, friends to lovers, tessa holland supremacy bc i miss her & need her back in my life

word count: 1.8k

flufftober drabbles (requests closed!)

“this one kind of looks like a one-eyed bunny. a one-eyed, one-legged bunny.”

snorting, you tear your gaze away from the sky overhead and onto the man lying beside you. his hand is outstretched, index pointing to an oddly shaped cloud slowly rolling away from you, and you try your best not to stare at his flexed forearm so close to your face. a passing autumn breeze gently ruffles the brown curls smushed on his forehead, his hair unruly after an impromptu nap.

a nap you shared. which is totally normal. it’s so normal for best friends to fall asleep cuddling each other that it borders on mundane. it’s boring, even. yes, you’re so bored of falling asleep in tom’s backyard with tom’s head on your chest and tom’s dog’s head in your lap and tom’s scent lingering on your clothes from the last time you fell asleep with tom a week ago. stupid tom.

“that’s not true.” tom says, turning onto his side so he’s facing you, the movement making you reluctantly open your eyes again. “you don’t remember bobby bugs?”

“that’s not true.” tom says, turning onto his side so he’s facing you, the movement making you reluctantly open your eyes again. “you don’t remember bobby bugs?”

at the name, a loud laugh erupts from your mouth, and you hasten to slap a hand over it. “oh my god, i can’t believe i forgot him. he was your only friend before me.”

“yeah, and you’re so fucking mean, i might just dump you and buy another bunny to be my real best friend.” you giggle again as tom fake pouts, your neck hurting from being twisted to watch him.

silence falls over both of you again, interrupted only by random whines from tessa and the occasional passing car. most of tom’s neighbours are smart enough to stay inside when it’s only five degrees, whereas you both have just enough brain cells to decide laying down a picnic blanket and then laying under a couple more blankets should warm you up just fine. after all, cold and bad weather never stopped you and tom from indulging in your favourite pass-time as loud children who were often told to just go outside because you were too raucous.

you don’t remember which one of you began this tradition of cloud-watching. all you know is that your childhood memories are almost all riddled with tom’s crooked nose and chaotic curls and the large mole on his chin that is no longer there. many of these memories include spotting weirdly shaped clouds and inventing stories about them together, a habit you’ve continued well into your adolescence and haven’t begun to let go of in your twenties, either, even as one of you has become a bloody celebrity.

“ooh, i think i spot a giant raccoon.” you grin, nodding towards a particularly large cloud further away.

tom squints, sitting up to see better. the hood of his pink sweater flops with the movement, and you bite back the immature urge to shove leaves into it like you did when you were young. well, younger. you’re not proud of the side of yourself that loves stupid pranks. mouth turning into an o, tom’s expression soon breaks into a matching grin when he finds the cloud, too.

“he’s definitely got rabies.” he jokes, flopping down beside you, beam only widening when you giggle, palm clasped against your mouth. it doesn’t last long, though, the smile slowly being wiped off his face. you’re too busy staring at the burst of colours from the sunset to notice. “why do you do that?” he asks, voice suddenly monotone.

eyebrows furrowed, you look over at him. your lap grows colder when tessa gets off of you, almost like she’s sensed the awkwardness settling in and preferred to go sniffing for squirrels than to witness it. “do what?” you respond, shivering from the wind.

“you always hide your face when you laugh. like you’re ashamed of being happy.”

huh. you did not expect that. sitting up on your elbows, you scoff, “okay, i do not need you to go all walmart doctor phil on me right now. that’s the most cliché thing i’ve heard in a while, and i eavesdropped on harrison telling his girlfriend she lights up his world like nobody else this morning.”

“i’m serious, y/n.” tom snaps, sitting up again and giving you no choice but to do the same since, clearly, he’s turning this into a whole conversation. “why do you always put your hand on your face or hide behind your hair whenever you laugh?”

you sputter, not knowing how to answer such a ridiculous question. “i don’t—i don’t know. it’s just something i, and many other people, do. not everything means something. why do you always knock three times on the doorframe before you go the bathroom at night?”

“to alert any ghosts that i’m entering, obviously.” tom deadpans. “don’t change the subject. we’re talking about your insecurities and bathroom endangerment habits.”

“you’re ridiculous and i don’t like you.” you snap, lying back down and crossing your arms over your chest. “no wonder bobby bugs ran away from you. you’re annoying and you gave him the worst rabbit name ever.”

tom’s neck snaps towards you with full shock and offense, his eyes wide and lips pursed with anger. you’ve gone too far, staring right back at him with steady resolve.

“why do i love you?” he mutters under his breath, disdain coating his words like a fresh coat of pain, before he falls back into his place beside you, shoulders touching.

even though you’ve heard those three little words from tom countless times in all the years—decades, really—that you’ve been practically attached at the hips, they never fail to make a lump form in your throat and to kick your heart into overdrive. especially when he’s so close to you that your pinkies brush against each other. you hate indulging in clichés, like you remind tom all the time, and yet you’re living in the biggest trope of all time. falling in love with your best friend wasn’t a realisation or a sudden crush leading to longing looks and timid touches. no, you don’t think you even fell in love with tom. there was no falling, no tripping, no moment in your friendship before you loved him. being in love with tom was simply a part of you, a facet of your personality with how long you’ve loved him, and you can’t imagine being y/n without loving tom.

quiet settles in again, the strain between you and your best friend lessening but not disappearing. you’re in the midst of convincing yourself that the only way to avoid this becoming a real fight is to just get up and pretend you’re hungry or thirsty or need to pee or anything that lets you stop your hand from inching towards tom’s, when he speaks up.

“i think you’re beautiful when you laugh.” tom says, gaze trained on the gradually darkening sky. it’s no longer a bright pink, but a fuchsia with sparks of orange, awaiting the deep blue of the nighttime.

your heart thuds to a stop in your chest, lungs expanding with air that you can’t seem to exhale.

“and when you smile,” he adds, tugging down the sleeves of his sweatshirt until they cover his fingers. “and when you snort when i say or do something stupid, when you squeal when i tickle you. when you glare at me for eating the last brownie. when you’re drooling on the couch while watching deadly women like it’s not supposed to be a little alarming to me i live with a woman who likes to learn about female serial killers to wind down after work.”

you crack, a breathless laugh escaping your throat, and tom takes that as his sign to lean on his elbow, face hovering over yours. there’s enough space between you not to be completely overwhelming, but you still find yourself drawn into his honeyed eyes and the splattering of freckles beneath them.

“i think you’re beautiful all the fucking time, y/n/n.” tom whispers, the wind tousling the curls on his forehead. “it kills me when you don’t see the beauty in yourself. like you’re trying to convince others not to fall in love with you when you’re at your happiest. but it’s far too late to do that with me.”

your breath hitches loudly in your throat, eyes as wide as saucers when tom leans in just a bit closer. hesitantly, you raise your hand to cup his cool cheek, thumb rubbing over its apple. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a minuscule smile, brown eyes flickering from yours to your lips. when you nod and lick them, he closes the gap between you, and you finally feel like you’re plummeting. all these years you’ve loved tom so much it felt like your heart was constantly bursting, and now, you’ve let yourself stumble off the edge—now, you’ve let yourself go. you know now that he’ll catch you.

tom kisses you softly at first, lightly rubbing your lips together, before your fingers travel to his hair. when you tug a little, he groans into your mouth, tongue flicking out to lick your bottom lip. you kiss for what feels like hours, indulging in each others’ touches and moans, until tessa’s loud barking interrupts you.

breaking apart, tom sits up properly, looking over to see his dog with her head stuck in a hole in the wooden fence separating his backyard from the neighbour’s. the laughter that befalls both of you is loud and disbelieving, bringing with it sparkly eyes and light stomach cramps. breathless from tessa’s comedy act and the kiss that propelled you off a bridge, you run your finger over your lips absent-mindedly as tom gets up to help her out.

he looks over at you, still sprawled under the blankets in a daze, and grins. “you wanna go back inside and get a drink?” he asks, patting tessa’s head once it pops back into the correct yard.

“will you kiss me again?” you blurt out, pinching yourself on the inside for being so utterly tactless.

tom laughs again, the sound like music to your ears. his grin is blinding and you’d let him to your heart and sight all at once if he would ask. “i’ll kiss you any time you want for the rest of our lives if you’ll have me, love.”

Sticky Affair [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary/request: could you write something where pete comforts the reader after her bf cheated on her 🥺 (if you’re comfortable with that!) and the she realises there might be more than just friendship with peter? 👀

warnings: cheating, mentions of sex, let me know if i missed something?? wyekshshsg, they don’t (yet) get together in the end but there might be some feelings yk, this is literally just him comforting her, lol i definitely focussed on the first part of the request

word count: 2.4k

thank you so much @ Sparkles for the [amazing + spider-man themed :) ] title <3

A Week Ago

You’re still around the corner from Ned’s room, listening to the conversation while you take off your shoes and your coat.

“I’m glad she’s alone today. Max is so disgusting and mean and manipulative and she doesn’t even see it,” Ned rants. You don’t think he’s aware that you can hear him loud and clear.

“We don’t know what goes on behind closed doors,” Peter says, “she knows what she’s doing.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t talking shit about him the other day,” Ned scoffs.

“Honestly I think it’s all just pheromones. He’s an athlete, he sweats a lot,” MJ says and you can hear the humor in her voice as she goes on to complain about straight relationships.

“Hey. Who’re you guys talking about?” You ask as you finally join them.

“Oh um um,” Ned starts, looking at Peter with wide eyes.

“Just my cousin’s new boyfriend,” MJ shrugs.

Peter smiles at you but there’s guilt in his eyes. You know they were talking about you and Max.

At least Peter was trying to defend you. You huff as you sit down. And they still wonder why you don’t hang out with them that much anymore - it’s not the first time you’ve caught them talking about your relationship behind your back.

But they’re still your friends after all, and after a few more minutes you know why you love them so much. And while they should learn to mind their own business sometimes, you wouldn’t want to lose any of them.

Today

You accept the humiliation with slumped shoulders and hot tears in your eyes as you send the message to the group chat, asking who’s home and if you can come over.

Peter answers within ten seconds, telling you you can come to his place.

Your eyes now red, mascara smudged and in need of a tissue and maybe some nose spray, you show up at Peter’s door.

Peter has been your best friend for years, and you’ve seen him at his lowest as well, but you still feel embarrassed when the tears just won’t stop flowing. Concern written all over his face, he lets you in immediately.

“He… he…” you try to explain but you can’t talk with the massive lump in your throat. Peter has his arms wrapped around you in seconds, and with your face pressed against your shoulder you finally let out the sobs.

“He cheated on me,” you whisper after a few minutes when your breathing has calmed down.

Peter feels his chest tighten. He wants to cry. How could anyone do that to you? You’re the last person on earth who deserves to be cheated on.

May comes in while you’re still standing in the hallway and before you even realise she’s there, Peter softly tells her, “Not now, May.”

You lift your head at the mention of her name, and say “Hi.”

“Oh sweetheart, what happened?”

All you can do is shake your head and bury your face back into Peter’s soft hoodie.

“You want to go to my room?” Peter asks, and with your hand in his you go there, but you smile at May, knowing she’s there for you too if you need her.

You sit down on Peter’s bed where he joins you. “Sorry,” you rub your eyes and try to clear your vision from all the tears, “I don’t want to ruin your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night. I’m here for you,” he breathes, hand on your back.

He passes you a tissue and lets you sniffle and cry until you’re calm again.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You nod, but as you take a deep breath to start your sentence a sob is caught in your throat. You look at Peter, at your best friend, but even he can’t help you as tears pool in your eyes again. He wraps his arms around you nevertheless and holds your hand; he feels bad that it’s all he can give you at the moment but you truly don’t know what you’d do without him.

After a few more minutes of crying and clinging on to Peter for dear life, you hear a sniffle that isn’t yours.

You turn your head to see a tear travelling down Peter’s face which he quickly wipes away when he notices you looking, “Sorry it’s just- I hate seeing you like this. I hate that he did this to you.”

For the first time in hours, you smile, remembering how much Peter loves you. You squeeze his hand that had gotten sweaty from holding yours so long and let go of him.

“Um…” you clear your throat to test if you have your voice back yet.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to talk yet,” he says, “Do you want some water?”

You nod and he hands you a water bottle from next to his bed. You drink nearly all of it and you already feel a tiny bit better. “Let me clean this mess on my face,” you say and go to the bathroom to wash your face.

The fresh water feels good against your skin, and God knows your body needs all the hydration it can get after bawling your eyes out for so long.

When you’ve washed away the remnants of your makeup, your eyes are still red and puffy, but you feel a little fresher. You go back to Peter’s room where he’s got more water and tissues ready as well as some cozy pyjamas you always used to leave here for sleepovers. You haven’t had one of those in months and there’s a foreign but pleasant feeling in your tummy when you think of spending all day and night with Peter, sleeping in the same bed, all cuddled up…. you’re probably just all over the place from your break up though. Peter is your friend. Nothing more.

Peter doesn’t force you to tell him anything, but you figure the sooner you get it out and talk about it, the better.

With surprising ease, you just let it all out while Peter intently listens.

“So I was going to go to visit Max today at four, but I was already in his area to go shopping half an hour earlier and it wouldn’t have made sense to go back home only to come back a few minutes later. Then I went to his and I would’ve just waited outside but the front door was open and I went up to his apartment.

“Just as I reached his floor, I saw this woman. They were saying goodbye to each other and he’d told me that he had family over a few days ago so I thought…” you laugh at yourself, “God I was so stupid. I thought maybe she was his cousin, someone from his family for sure. But his eyes went wide when he saw me and this woman immediately asked who I was. So I said I was his girlfriend. And I asked who she was. She said she was his girlfriend.”

“God. That’s fucking horrible,” Peter says, and it’s like you can already see him plotting to kill your boy-- ex-boyfriend.

“Then he tried to explain himself but there wasn’t anything he could have said to save himself or make the situation any better. So me and his other girlfriend- ex girlfriend now- we both left and then I came here.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” He brushes a hand through his hair in frustration and blows out some air. Peter doesn’t know what to do with himself. You can tell he’s angry, his cheeks red, and he has every right to be. You’d be livid if someone hurt your best friend like that.

But he’s trying to contain himself in front of you, to keep his composure because you were already upset enough for the both of you for the last hour and you’ve just calmed down, so he doesn’t want your anger to resurge because of him.

“The worst thing is,” you continue, “He didn’t even just kiss someone else or sleep with someone else. He had a whole second relationship. Maybe there are even more, who knows. Maybe she was first, and I was the second relationship…”

Peter’s scared he won’t be able to stop once he starts talking, so he remains silent, merely shaking his head at your words.

Then you remember something. “I’m so stupid... I lost it to him. I was so sure I could trust him and that he was the right guy to have my first time with.” You look down and play with your fingers in your lap.

You didn’t want Peter to find out like this.

You never told him about having sex with Max but it never felt like there was a right moment. Talking about Max to Peter about any aspect of your relationship was weird and you avoided talking about him most times you hung out with your best friend. It never made sense to you, but it felt like you were supposed to hide Max from Peter. It felt like you were cheating on Peter by having a boyfriend, when he has never been more than your best friend.

But you’re glad that Peter reacts the way he does.

“Virginity is a social construct,” he says, immediately getting what you’re talking about, “You didn’t lose anything to him. His dick’s not important enough to change who you are.”

You smile. You taught him that. “I know. I’m just... sad.”

“That’s okay,” his hand is on your back again, and now that you’re in his arms with clear thoughts, you realise how much you missed it.

“I’m sorry if I neglected our friendship because of him. I never realised I was doing that but now that I’m here... it feels like I haven’t been here in ages. Haven’t been with you in ages.”

“It’s alright. I’m not mad at you because of it. You’re in love and I get that it was new and exciting.”

You’re glad that Peter isn’t saying I told you so. While he never directly said it, you could tell that he was suspicious of Max from the start. But even if he was right, there’s nothing you can change about the situation anymore.

“Was in love,” you correct him, “I’m still hurting but my attraction to that guy ended as soon as I found out how much he abused my trust. I mean cheating on someone - that’s one of the worst things you can do to a person you love. I don’t even think you can love someone if you think it’s okay to cheat on them. God,” you feel anger bubbling up inside you and there’s a fresh batch of tears stinging in your eyes. You try to rub them away. He doesn’t deserve your tears. He doesn’t even fucking deserve you thinking about him.

“We’re going through the stages of grief pretty quick here, huh?” Peter smiles, placing a hand on your knee and you’re breathless for a few seconds.

You manage to smile at him while your heart skips a beat.

“Uh.. um I don’t know, I’m just... I don’t know. I can’t believe it. And then I sacrificed time with my best friend to spend time with that prick instead. Please forgive me, Peter,” you look at him with pleading eyes but you see nothing but kindness on his face.

“There’s nothing to forgive. I promise it’s okay. But I’m still happy that you’re acknowledging it. Don’t get me wrong I love Ned and MJ, but you were definitely missing.” Last week was one of the few times you’ve been with your group of friends lately. You spent most of the time during your relationship being with Max, only rarely seeing your friends.

“Maybe you should get a girlfriend so I know how it feels,” you say, even though you don’t know why.

“Nah.. not interested in a girlfriend at the moment,” he shrugs.

Even though you’re heartbroken, you forget about your actual sorrows for a second now that you know Peter’s not dating anyone and you feel a sudden warmth in your belly.. and on your cheeks...

“Oh… boyfriend then?” You tease him, pretending like it wouldn’t hurt if the answer was yes.

He shakes his head. “I’m just happy that you’re back. Not that you were gone- you weren’t as bad as Ned when he got together with Betty.”

You chuckle as you remember going a whole three months without seeing Ned when he got together with his girlfriend.

A pleasant silence settles between you, and you’re simply happy to be in Peter’s presence again.

“I love you,” you tell him after a few minutes and wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. “I love you too,” he says, his mouth pressed against your shoulder.

As you part, you kiss his cheek. And again, the anger inside you is overpowered by butterflies for a few seconds. It’s only brief, and a moment later you think about that asshole again, and the fire swallows those butterflies whole. But they were there, you can’t deny it. And you’re not even surprised.

You lean your head against Peter’s shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to relax at least a little. Peter lowers himself, and you with him, onto his bed.

He turns so you’re face to face, and you snuggle up to his soft hoodie and his warm chest, feeling the relaxation you need finally settling in.

“Thanks for being here for me.”

“Always,” he promises and hesitantly kisses your cheek too.

You fall asleep with the image of Peter’s blushing face on your mind and the promise of love.

You have a long way to go before you can even begin to heal from what your ex did to you. But you have your best friend who will love and support you throughout all of it.

And as you fall asleep next to him, you feel more comfortable and more protected than you ever did with your ex. You don’t want to rush into anything, Peter will always be there for you to love him. But now that you’re with him like this again, you realise it’s what you wanted— no, what you needed all along.

You never saw Peter as just a friend, but you were scared to even admit your feelings to yourself, let alone to him, in case you ruined this great friendship.

But now you’re not afraid anymore.

You’ll need some time to heal first, but when that’s done, you know you will finally have the courage to love Peter and to let him love you.

somewhere new

pairing: tom holland x actor!reader (just barely though)

synopsis: memories are made with tom somewhere new.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: this has been in my brain for so long </3 just a little something, hope u like it :) also pls send in some requests, i'm v uninspired

it's currently eleven o'clock at night as you lie in bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone. you are seemingly stuck in a hotel room, somewhere in the world, on a press tour for your upcoming movie. a movie you star in along with your castmate, and best friend, the one and only, tom holland.

this isn't your first press tour. and this isn't your first press tour with tom.

see a couple years ago, you were cast in your first breakout role, starring alongside tom. during the filming of that movie, you and tom seemed to just have clicked. it didn't take long before you two became close friends, exchanging teasing remarks and quickly learning each other's quirks.

so when you were given the chance to work alongside him again, you knew you had to take it. something about this gemini man pulled you in.

tom:

Wanna go somewhere? I'm bored and I miss you :)

seeing the message flash across your screen, you respond with a quick,

aww, thomas misses me?

tom:

Not anymore 🙄

god, you love how easy it is to tease him. you answer back with,

i'll be down in 10 >:|

eager to get out of the dreary room, you make your way outside the building as fast as your feet would allow. once outside, you spot tom already waiting for you. it seems he was just as eager as you.

"ready?" he asks, a cheeky smile adorning his face.

"yeah," you felt your skin heat up under his gaze, "where are we going?"

"wherever our legs take us."

during the last press tour, you and tom unofficially agreed to explore whatever city you found yourselves in that night. so now, as you walk to nowhere in particular, you talk about anything and everything. opening up to each other was something that has become very natural over the years. you knew not to take these walks for granted, seeing as they were the very thing that allowed you to fall in love with your best friend.

eventually, your feet brought you to a promenade. lining either side of the street were quaint, local shops. string lights zigzag above the walkway, illuminating the street with a warm hue. the only noises that could be heard were your leisurely footsteps and the strumming of a nearby guitar.

"thanks for joining me tonight." he breaks the comfortable silence, giving you the warmest smile.

"thanks for inviting me," you fluster, "i was going insane being cooped up in that room."

"i had an inkling you wanted to leave," he lightly laughs. a look of contemplation flickers over his face before continuing, "do you-"

his words were cut off by the roaring of thunder, followed by complete downpour trickling over you. seeing as you had nothing to cover you, tom quickly took his jacket off and handed it to you. creating a makeshift shelter with the clothing, you run under a store’s sunshade.

after taking some time to assess your situation, tom speaks, "so, what do we do now?"

"we dance." you respond, swiftly slipping his jacket over you.

"we what?" a bewildered expression flashes over his handsome face.

taking a step toward the rain, you offer your hand to tom.

"we dance," not seeing him budge, you tease, "what's wrong? afraid of getting a little wet?"

accepting defeat with a chuckle, tom gently takes your hand and walks you to the middle of the promenade.

wrapping your arms around his neck while his arms wrap around your waist, you lay your head softly on his chest. gently rocking side to side, the mild pitter-patter of the rain harmonizes with the street player’s guitar.

"y/n?" you feel his words vibrate through his chest. "yes?" you respond, eager to know what's been on his mind.

letting out a breathy laugh, he continues, "do you have any idea how to get back?"

slightly disappointed, you look up at him with a smile, "no clue."

his gaze falls from your eyes to your lips. overwhelmed by the intimate look, you drop your head.

the hand once planted on your waist comes up to your chin, gently lifting your head. "i want to get lost with you every night if it means i could hold you like this." his remaining hand lightly squeezes your waist as he lets out the last word.

a slight smile forms on your lips, feeling silly about ever doubting yourself, "shut up and kiss me, thomas."

a small, playful groan slips past his lips as he leans in. the kiss is short, but not without lust. only slightly pulling away, tom murmurs against your lips, "i never want to let you go."

"then don't."

three months

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis: peter reminds you just how much he's missed you.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: fluffy makeup sex, minors dni !!!

a/n: happy new year!! i hope this year brings you so much joy <3 this is my first time writing smut so let me know what you think!! try to spot the tasm2 references :p

it's been three months since peter decided to leave.

and it was impossible to not miss what once was. you couldn't help but miss those big, brown doe eyes. you couldn't help but miss the gentle touches he left on your skin in passing. you couldn't help but miss how he would try his hardest to get you to laugh after a bad day. and you couldn't help but miss the empty promise he spoke to you almost every day,

"i'm never letting you go."

and now, as you lay in bed, clad only in his faded blue jacket and your favorite underwear, you couldn't help but miss how good his body felt against yours.

it's been three months since peter decided he wasn't good for you.

peter had come to your window one night after a night on patrol. he could only utter words of worry, letting you know just how much danger he was putting you in by wearing the mask.

you were reluctant about it at first, of course. you didn't want peter to decide your path for you. but you knew he only wanted to keep you safe. and you knew he wouldn't give it up.

so you gave in.

you weren't a total disaster without him. you knew you could go on without him. but that didn't make it hurt any less. you built a world with peter, allowed yourselves to get lost in each other. how could you not still love him?

it's been three months since peter met you at your window.

so you were a little startled to hear familiar taps echo through your room. the sound snapping you out of your thoughts, you look up to find peter just outside your window. your mind, along with your heart, raced a mile a minute as you took him in. he was standing on the fire escape, offering you the slightest smile.

still dorky as ever.

you hesitated, not quite sure you were ready to see him after what felt like an eternity. nevertheless, you managed to peel the sheets off your body, feeling only slightly exposed in front of him.

unlocking the window, you take a step back, eager to hear what peter has to say.

"hi," he whispers, a small grin etching across his lips as he recognizes his jacket.

"hi," you repeat, suddenly unable to find words of your own.

"can i come in? it's kinda cold out here." he's fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, a habit you only now realized you missed.

"yeah," you let out a breathy laugh before continuing, "of course, pete."

he was a little awkward climbing through the small opening, but that was all part of the peter parker charm you'd come to love so much. and once he was in, standing in front of you, all you could manage to do was stare at him. you weren't sure where to go from here.

peter took a step closer to you, further fogging your mind. there was minimal space between you now—and you were well aware.

it's been three months since peter looked you in the eyes.

and it was only now could you see the few tears that managed to escape and fall onto his flushed cheeks.

"can i hold you?" he asks just above a whisper. the slight crack in his voice makes your heart ache. you nod without any hesitation, excited to feel his touch once again. he slowly brings his hands up to your waist, gently squeezing. the seemingly innocent action makes you weak.

it's been three months since peter has touched you.

it was hard to fathom how the mere touch of his fingertips could make you so hot. you feel your face heat up at the abrupt thought of peter between your legs. and as you stare into your ex-lover's eyes, you wish he would say something, anything, to divert your mind.

"i'm sorry," he starts, letting out a small chuckle, "i couldn't stand being away from you any longer."

with confusion clouding over your features, you begin to probe, "peter i don't un-"

"i was so wrong, y/n. so so wrong." one of his hands comes up to slightly graze your cheek. "you're my path, y/n. you're my path."

the word he chose to emphasize does something to you.

"i'm never letting you go, again." he somehow manages to bring himself closer, now resting his forehead against yours. he shakes his head, repeating, "never, baby."

you couldn't help but smile thinking about your next words, "prove it." peter matches your smile before connecting his lips to yours.

it's been three months since peter has kissed you.

and with that singular kiss, the man has your mind running wild thinking of all the things you want him to do to you.

his hands leave your waist, instinctively finding the curve of your ass. "i've missed you," he mutters against your lips. "so much." his actions emphasize his words as he fervently grabs fistfuls of you. reaching your hands up, you tug on his familiar unruly locks. he lets out a small whimper, letting you know just how much he needs you.

growing hungry, peter glides one hand under your thigh, followed quickly by the next. you let out a squeal as peter swiftly picks you up, already feeling his cock straining against his jeans. you couldn't help but smile between kisses.

he's finally yours again.

peter hurriedly walks over to your bed, hands sliding across your back as he gently places you upon the sheets. that’s one thing that’s never changed about him—always so gentle.

nudging your sides and humming against your mouth, he mutters “let me see you, pretty girl.”

he makes you dizzy.

you reluctantly unwrap yourself from him, now feeling small under peter's gaze. seeing you turn your head away, peter places a finger under your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. and with a toothy grin, peter speaks a low “hi,”

“hi,” you repeat, overwhelmed by his tender demeanor.

peter leans in once again, this time nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. he places scattered kisses across your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin.

drawing his hands down to your waist, he slips his fingers under the worn out jacket adorning your body.

your body retreats at first, overstimulated after months without his touch. peter quickly catches on, pulling back, concern littering his features. “is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to lose you just as soon as he got you back.

“yeah, it’s okay,” bringing a hand up to his face, you run your fingers over his now rosy lips. “just forgot how good you felt.”

“you’ll be the end of me, y/n.” he smiles, lips quickly returning to yours.

peter’s hands find your body, his actions hurried this time. finding the zipper of your jacket, peter swiftly pulls the small piece of metal down your torso, only now noticing you had gone without a bra tonight.

“fuck baby,” he says just above a whisper, thumbs coming up to softly run over your nipples. “you’re so pretty, petal”

that fucking nickname.

peter brings his head down, connecting his lips to one of the erected buds. the feeling making you lose your breath. running your hand through his hair, you plead, “peter, please. do something.” “eager?” peter teases as he pulls away, a cocky smile plastered on his lips. you roll your eyes as you your hands find the hem of his shirt, tugging it off.

you've missed his body so much—missed him so much.

your heart fluttered at the view in front of you. placing your legs over his shoulders, peter found his way between our legs. he littered soft kisses over each of your thighs, careful to remain eye contact with you. “peter,” you whine, not sure if you could take any more of his teasing. taking the hint, peter steadily slides the lacy material down your legs.

it's been three months since peter has tasted you.

your back arches slightly as peter traces his tongue over your slit. his fingers quickly follow suit, only then ghosting his tongue lightly over your clit. “i’ve missed the way you taste," he murmurs against you. tugging slightly on his hair, you silently beg for something more.

making his way up your body, peter littering small kisses here and there—until finally connecting his lips to yours once again. his hands now occupied with the button of his jeans. matching peter's eagerness, your hands rush to remove the tattered jacket from your body.

this was met with a soft "no," from peter. hands coming up to cup your face. he's slow with his words, "leave it on," leaving a small peck to the tip of your nose, he continues, "wanna fuck you in my clothes." his words leave you trembling—the small smile he offers a stark contrast to his words. a small "okay," was all you could muster as you laid back, willing to give yourself fully to him.

hovering over you now, fully unclothed, peter gives you an endearing smile. "what?" you mumble, bringing your hands to cover your face.

the silence is calm, full of love.

"i love you," he whispers, pulling your arms down. his eyes find yours and you swear you could see the sincerity of his words. overwhelmed with all the emotions those simple words brought you, you remind him, "i haven't heard you say those words in months, pete" this time feeling small under your gaze, peter's eyes shift to nothing in particular.

"i love you." you finally repeat. his eyes light up, a goofy smile dancing across his lips. "i love youuu" he drags out playfully, sending you into a small fit of giggles. "god, i love that sound." he says, voice now low and full of ardor.

he knew exactly what to say and how to say it—your peter.

you wrap your arms around his neck, the blue fabric contrasting beautifully against his skin. now you know why he bought this thing. keeping your eyes on him, peter rolls himself into you effortlessly, as if he never left.

it's been three months since peter has fucked you.

"peter," you whine, your darling boy now stretching you out. you felt so full after months of feeling empty. "you okay?" he's gentle, more than willing to take as much time as you need. "yeah, i'm okay." you smile, "just needed a moment. go ahead." "that's my girl," he chuckles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you.

god he fucks good.

"look so good in my clothes, baby." peter's movement falters, bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist—your back arching at the new position. the heat in your stomach growing with each thrust.

you two are fully consumed, wanting nothing more than to feel each other. familiarizing yourselves with each other's bodies like you did all those years ago. he's your everything right now—and always.

peter picks up his pace, pressing his forehead against yours—making eye contact as he pounds into you. "feels so good," he murmurs, glancing down at where your bodies connect. needing something more, you lift your hips up to meet him, creating the perfect rhythm. his thrusts become unforgiving, but never too much.

"fuck, pete," you cry, now looking into his eyes. "m gonna cum," your hand goes to find your center, only to be stopped by peter, quick to trace lazy circles over your clit, the overbearing sensation causing you to arch further into him. "that's my girl," he coos, "let go for me, baby,"

"peter," you mewl, now overcome by pleasure. pounding into you now once—twice, until he cums. peter drops his head into the crook of your neck, painting your walls with his hot cum.

"you okay?" he asks breathlessly. you could only respond with a simple yes. his cock twitches as he pulls out of you, moaning at the loss. the feeling of his cum spilling out of you leaves you high.

peter lifts his head, soft eyes gazing into yours now—always so pretty after a good fuck. the comfortable silence is broken by him, "i'm never leaving you again," his head shakes lightly as he says these words, "ever." a small smile forms on your lips, knowing just how much he means it. mirroring your smile, he continues, "and i'm gonna do everything in my power to make you believe that."

it's been three months and peter has never stopped loving you.

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lucky stars

pairing: joshua bassett x reader

synopsis: late night drives lead to late night confessions.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: inspired by a lovely dream i had of this man :p hope you love it as much as i do! <33 p.s. i’m counting on y’all to get the reference

josh:

"hey! i miss you :p wanna go for a drive?"

seeing the message flash across your screen, you smile, replying with a simple,

"ofc! <3"

joshua had just arrived home from filming. moments alone with your best friend became a rarity, taking any chance you could to hang out.

happy to leave the comfort of your home, you hurry to get ready. your mind races as you think about what adventure you will get into tonight. car rides late at night have become a tradition of some sort for you and josh.

it was these car rides you missed most. car rides that consisted of you both singing as loud as you could. car rides that sparked countless inside jokes. car rides that made you fall in love with your best friend.

like a fanfic trope, you had fallen in love with your best friend. but unlike all those fics you've read, you were almost certain your best friend reciprocated your feelings. lingering touches here and there, frequent compliments, and oh so much more only validated your feelings.

these thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from your phone.

"i'm here :)"

darting your way to your front door, you make sure to do a mental check for everything you need. anxiously, you take a deep breath and open the door.

your breath hitches as you see joshua, leaning against his parked car with his arms stretched out and a smile adorning his face. fumbling with your keys, eager to be in his arms again, you try your best to lock the door. once accomplished, you rush over to your curly-headed friend.

wrapping your arms securely around his neck, you let out a muffled "i missed you, joshy."

"happy to be back." hearing his voice for the first time in months filled you with delight. it was relieving having him in your arms again.

reluctantly pulling away, josh gently brushes his hand over your cheek, the action making you burn up.

"ready to go?" he asks with a gentle smile.

"always."

opening the passenger door, he helps you settle in. and as you wait for him to get in, your eyes wander over the interior of the car. that was until you spotted franklin in the back seat, seatbelt secured snuggly around the stuffed teddy's tummy.

you quietly laugh to yourself as joshua opens his door and takes a seat.

"what?" he asks as he follows your gaze. he laughs along with you once realizing.

"what? he missed you and wanted to come along with us." he whines.

"oh, i'm sure he did." you lightly tease.

after driving in comfortable silence for a couple minutes, you speak up "so, where are you taking us tonight, bassett?"

"uhh i thought we'd do a little stargazing. y'know, like old times." he looks over to give you the sweetest smile imaginable. his smile alone makes you melt into your seat.

"but it's only been three months." you respond with confusion.

"yeah, but it felt like an eternity without you."

oh the things this man does to you.

needing music to still your mind, you settle on harry styles. this prompts the two of you to sing along softly, all while sneaking loving glances at each other.

after some time of driving through random neighborhoods, joshua pulls up to a small grass field. after turning the car off, josh turns to you to say "lemme go get the blanket and we'll go, yeah?"

"okay," you nod, "but i'm bringing franklin."

"he would love nothing more." he says with a playful look before getting out of the car. as you reach for the handle, you find joshua has already opened the car door for you. flustered due to his manners, you whisper a meek "thank you."

on his way to the trunk, he opens the door leading to the backseat. smiling at josh's attentiveness, you quickly unbuckle franklin.

"ready?" josh asks, already standing beside you.

"yeah, are you?"

"always."

closing the door, josh places a hand on the small of your back, leading you over to the edge of the field. once he was satisfied with the spot, he haphazardly unravels the large blanket. after a couple seconds of watching him struggle adorably, you decide to help him flatten it out.

he gestures to the blanket, “after you.”

with a smile playing on your lips, you question him, "why are you being sweeter than usual, joshua?" you take a seat, setting franklin on your lap.

he takes a seat next to you, leaving little space between you.

"i've just missed you is all." he says as he wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders. you let playful groans as he does so.

"you're gonna make me squish franklin." you pout.

"he doesn't mind."

pulling away, you both look up. a blanket of dazzling stars cover the night sky. he picked a lovely night to go out.

"y'know, while i was out there filming," he starts, "i made sure to look up at the stars every night. and there was this one star, one star that would shine brighter than all the others."

you turn your head to look at him. his eyes, like the heavenly bodies above, twinkle.

he laughs lightly to himself, continuing, "and sometimes, after those long, stressful days, i would talk to this star. i would pour my heart out, wishing and thanking that singular star. and after some time, that star became my lucky star."

he turns you to, a gentle smile planted on his lips.

"i thanked my lucky star for you every night i was away."

your breath hitches, mind not preparing you for his words.

"i wished for you to be mine."

your heart pounds against your chest as you relay your words, "well, i think you should thank your lucky star again," you smile warmly, "because i'm gladly yours."

hand once again coming up to your face, josh gently cups your cheek. he takes a second to glance down from your eyes to your lips.

"are you alright with this?"

"of course i am."

it the gentlest kiss you've had, somehow not lacking any bit of desire. it was everything you could have wished for with years of uncertainty washing away with this one kiss. thinking about pulling away was just dreadful.

then suddenly, a stuttering hiss could be heard, followed by a light mist washing over you. pulling away from each other quickly, you two assess the situation. damn sprinklers.

you throw your head back in laughter, your mind immediately going to a certain movie, as josh scrambles to his feet.

"this feels familiar." you chuckle as you take the hand he's offered.

"now you have to giggle uncontrollably while we awkwardly run through the sprinklers" he teases.

grabbing onto your waist to steady you, josh pulls you into his chest.

"we could," you suggest, "or we can kiss again?"

he smirks, "yeah, let's do that."

exchanging more needy kisses throughout the night, you can't help but thank your lucky stars for your darling boy.

this is so cute omg??? this made me smile so hard🥺

morgan the matchmaker (peter parker x reader)

warnings: fluff, little mentions of being drunk and high, persons mentioned are older, peter and reader are 21+, morgan is about around 8 here and is still figuring out how to text lolkndfj

a/n: haven't done a smau in a while and i felt like this was a cute idea

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