Listen, I Don't Have A Knife Kink

serendipitous salvation | peter parker

Summary: After everything he’s been through, Peter finds himself coming back to the one constant in his life: you

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of violence, wounds, fighting, etc…

A/n: I don’t know where y’all have been hiding, but I’ve been an Andrew!Spidey whore for a decade now and I’m so happy to see him finally getting the love he deserves! Anyway, I hope this isn’t so bad and that you enjoy :)

It was an accident, a complete and utter accident. But it’s one that no matter how hard he tried to fight, he couldn’t stop it from happening.

Peter Parker never meant to fall in love with you. He never wanted to need another person again, never wanted to put his heart in a position where it could be shattered again.

And yet he did. Because as soon as Peter’s eyes met yours, he fell in love.

He likes to think it wasn’t an instant thing, because when he met you for the first time, you were in high school. He was with Gwen, and she was his everything. But looking back, he knows that’s not the truth. It fills him with guilt to think that even when she was alive, there was a part of him that was in love with you. And he didn’t even realize it.

It took him years to figure it out, even after Gwen was gone. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he had fallen in love with his best friend, especially knowing the danger that knowledge could put you in. Because in the end, it mattered less that you knew of Peter’s love for you, and more that his enemies didn’t.

Holding the heart of Spider Man was, and is a dangerous game to play, whether you knew you were his heart’s keeper or not. And Peter tried his damnedest to keep it from you, with every cell in his body.

Until he couldn’t anymore.

He thinks about that moment with both sorrow and joy, the moment he allowed himself to feel something, allowed himself to tell you how he felt. He didn’t go into it expecting anything from you, only hoping that maybe you felt the same, while in the back of his mind praying that you didn’t. Because that way, you couldn’t get hurt. And yet, you did. You felt the same.

When Gwen died, he was broken, a shell of his former self.

“It’s all my fault. I couldn’t save her.” He had said to you in tears. The night he lost her was the night he realized he couldn’t live without you. It was also the night he realized he needed to push you away, to save you from him…but he couldn’t.

The only person who could bring him out of his grief, was you. And Peter knew that. You let him cry, let him be angry, and allowed him the chance to process everything he was feeling. You gave him all of you, every ounce of life you had, to help him find himself again.

“Because if there’s a breath left in your body, then life is worth living.” You had told him. Peter takes that with him everywhere he goes. When things get tough, that’s what he remembers, repeating it like a mantra.

As the years past and you both got older, Peter’s crime fighting days felt behind him. He continued to wear the suit and do what he could to protect those in need, but it came to a point where he no longer felt he could do all the things he used to. The one thing that remained a constant though, was his nightly patrols.

Each night he’d sling through the city for a few hours, watching as the city slept. And every night when he felt it safe, he’d slip through the window of your apartment unit, landing gracefully in your bedroom.

You’d gotten used to it by now, staying up into the early hours of the morning, the sky still dark and motionless. You’d wait for him each night like clockwork, as if it were a routine you had held for a lifetime. And it felt like it was.

So when you hear the click and slide of your bedroom window, you’re less than surprised. It’s a sound you’ve come to welcome, an indication that Peter has made it home safely.

“Long night?” You question with a tilt of your head.

Peter pulls his mask off, a smile adorning his face as soon as he sees yours. He flashes you his teeth awkwardly, his smile slanted.

You recognize the look of pain immediately, a grimace overtaking his features. Waving your hand, you motion for him to sit on your bed as you pull your first aid kit out of the bedside dresser. He complies rather easily, pulling down his suit to reveal a rather large gash on his chest.

Your eyes widen at the sight. It’s not something you’ve seen in a while, since Peter decided to limit his duties to midnight patrols. But you’re still used to it, from all those nights in your teens and early twenties when he was off fighting the worst of the worst. You were always the one to patch him up. Before Gwen, and after.

You lean down slowly, examining the wound carefully. “What was it this time?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He starts. But when you give him a disapproving look, he sighs, “Just some guy with a knife.”

“Looks to be more than just some guy with a knife.”

Your words aren’t callous or laced with anger. You’re simply stating a fact. And while woven in your tone is a heck of a lot of concern, Peter can find no judgment. It doesn’t surprise him, you’ve never been one to make him feel judged, but it does make his heart race just a little faster.

“Maybe.” He says, as you begin treating his wound, hissing lightly at the burning sensation the alcohol is causing.

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Mhm.” He nods. “Like hell I imagine.”

You let out a light chuckle at his response. You don’t blame him for trying to find the humour in the situation, you’re sure if you were in his position, you’d do the same.

When you’ve finished, Peter’s breath is short and ragged. He watches wordlessly as you dress his chest with gauze, observing just how delicate you’re being with him.

It’s always been like that though, you taking care of him. You saving him from himself.

“You’re really beautiful you know that?” He breaks the silence.

Your eyes meet his briefly, your bodies facing one another. You quickly realize just how intimate this seems and it makes you collapse in on yourself. You cannot allow yourself to feel this kind of hope. Maybe he feels the same.

“How am I supposed to respond to that?”

This time your tone is far off, almost like you’re trying to detach yourself from reality. And Peter begins to wonder how and why his question could catch you so off guard. You had to know how beautiful you are…

“You don’t have to.” He states, bringing one hand to rest on your cheek. He gently turns your face towards his, allowing his eyes to reach into your soul. As you gaze into them, you find yourself getting lost. They’re like pools of embers, like a warm fire, like home.

“I love you.” He says like it’s not the most important thing he’s ever said to you.

“You can’t-” You pull away from him, letting his hand drop. “Peter, you can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” He asks so softly, it almost breaks your heart.

Your eyes search his for an answer, desperately trying to figure out what to say next without breaking down. “Peter-“ You can only manage to whisper his name. And it’s never sounded so wrong coming out of your mouth before.

He looks at you again, seeing the tears that are threatening to fall, and he can feel his heart shattering all over again. He’s lost Gwen, and now he’s losing you.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long.” You finally say, your voice hoarse. “I can’t let myself believe you feel the same, because if you don’t…”

Your words trail off as Peter’s hands reach up to cup your face. He hums lightly, a soft smile growing on his face. “There is no universe that exists where I’m not so in love with you, that’d I do anything to make you mine.”

A joyful laugh bubbles from your throat. “I’m already yours.” Your thumb grazes his cheek with a tenderness you’ve never expressed before. “I always have been.”

“Can I kiss you now (Y/n) (L/n)?” He asks, his heart beating in time with yours.

You smile, leaning forward and placing your lips on his. “Now, and whenever you like Peter Parker.” You place your lips on his again, a feeling you’ll never get used to.

Your kiss is one that takes his breath away, one that makes him feel deliriously at peace. And as he kisses you, he remembers your words that became his mantra: you are Peter Parker’s breath, you make his life worth living.

thinkin' about the original White Boys™ of the 2010s dystopian era. just know that you are loved and missed 💔

cold fingers, warm hands

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in past relationships, you've always been told you were too much when they called it quits. then you find the perfect man, and you don't want to mess that up too.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: relationship/personal insecurities, wee bit of angst if you would even call it that (talks of a breakup), swearing, suggestive language and i think that's it. pls notify me of any warnings i overlooked.

a/n: here’s a bit of a winter drabble. im in the cozy, cuddly mood & i wanted to get this out. i hope y’all enjoy! my inbox is always open for your sweet, perfect, and filthy ideas. also, the summary thing is new?? i just haven't updated my masterlist and am lazy lol. this is for all the peeps out there who have been told by their ridiculous and stupid exes that they're "too much." you're never too much. you are just the right about for someone who truly loves you.

minors dni.

masterlist

We should talk.

It was a simple text message from Bucky. Three words. Three fuckin' words that made goosebumps rise on your skin. You chewed at the green Starbucks stopper and uncrossed your legs from your comfortable position on the couch.

You've been all the right things -- you thought. Answering his text messages at an appropriate time (not within five minutes since it was received). You didn't babble on dates and made it know just a little bit of you at a time.

When you two slept together for the first time, you left in the early morning by just leaving a kiss on his lips. You didn't stay to make or enjoy breakfast. You put your own clothes back on. You didn't contact him until the next day.

You were sure you were doing everything right. Or at least doing the opposite of what your exes said was just too much.

okay.

should i come to your place?

Shit. Your nerves about his text message got to you and you didn't filter out how ridiculous it was to double-text. You also didn't filter out how inappropriate it was to invite yourself to his. You're killing a relationship that has just started.

No. I'll come to yours.

Shit, times two.

Still a bit anxious, you replied quickly, already breaking one of your rules:

when should i expect you?

Bucky had come into your life a couple of months ago. It's been good or what you thought was good. He was sweet, patient, attentive, and made sure you felt good (all around). You knew after the first date, he was the one. Then you got all in your head. It was too soon to think that. He would think you were desperate. You couldn't be more into this than he was. So you sat back a little and let the relationship be.

Yeah, you thought it was going good.

Then he sent you that text message on a Friday night, you wish you were spending in bed with him. Stop.

Just talked to Fred for bit. See you soon.

Fred. Your doorman.

Oh.

You jumped up, almost knocking over your tea. Double-checking that you didn't have any stains on your jumper, you smacked your lips at the tiny hole on your yoga pants.

But maybe changing your entire outfit would be a red flag, a little much to Bucky. The lazy and effortless wear was perfect for someone who didn't want to seem like they were trying too hard.

God, this suppression of your full self was getting hard.

You were combing the ends of your braids when there was a knock on your door. You let a little yelp escape you but swallow it down as your head to the door.

With a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and there he is.

Bucky was sporting a soft smile and a raincoat. You then took notice of the sound of rain hitting your windows and let Bucky in quickly. He shook off his boat and set them on the towel you kept folded by the door for that exact reason.

"Hi, sweetheart." He said. You got a whiff of his warm cologne and a slight citrus scent. The tip of his nose was a little red and you could tell he was a little cold. He must have walked most of the journey here because the subway stop was just across the street and there's just no way he would be this cold from that short walk.

You wanted to ask why he didn't take the train all the way to you? Why did he decide to walk? Why did he walk in the rain?

But you kept it all to yourself and just let him warm up on your couch. He made himself comfortable, grabbing the throw you kept in the living room, to toss over his legs. Meanwhile, you poured him a glass of water and offered him so hot chocolate.

He declined the latter and drink his full glass of water before speaking again.

"Maybe I should just get it out and say it, huh?" There was a small laugh on his breath.

Here it comes. The most perfect guy breaking up with you. Of course, you would mess that up. You always do.

"Are you-- do you want to break up with me?"

No, it wasn't you asking that. It was the perfect guy. Bucky Barnes. In a navy blue hoodie and sinful gray sweatpants, was asking you if you wanted to break up with him.

What?

So you said it aloud.

"What?"

"I mean," Bucky coughed," You just don't seem-- Fuck, I don't want to say the wrong thing... You just don't seem all that interested. I don't you to feel like you have to date me."

Your heartfelt like it was going to just beat out of your chest. If you could throw up in his lap, you would.

"What?" Is all you could say.

"I'm saying this wrong, aren't I?" Bucky's smile was uncomfortable and small," Are you into this? Us? Do you want to end it? Sometimes it feels like I bore you-"

"-No!" You almost screamed. Bucky's eyes widened and you were sure it wasn't from your volume but rather the fact that you didn't want to end this," I really like you, Bucky. I really, really like you." You cringed at yourself, hoping he wouldn't take that the wrong way.

He just smiled.

No, he actually grinned really big.

"Okay, okay. That's good," Bucky nibbled at his lip," But just answer this for me. Why are you so, I don't know, away from me all the time. If you want to slow things down, we can." Bucky's eyes were so innocent, so hopeful.

It's been clicking the entire conversation but to just hear Bucky say that, you knew you had to say something.

"I only know like your siblings' names and that you performed in a talent show when you were like 12," Bucky laughed," I want to get to know you. Why won't you let me get to know you?"

You were silent for a few moments before you felt a wave of tears manifest themselves. You scooted away from Bucky's outstretched hands and sniffled up.

"I've been told," You started. Deep breaths.

"I've been told I can be a lot. Crazy sometimes. I just," You shuttered, another rush of emotion coming on," I just didn't want to do that with you."

"Too much?" Bucky scooted closer to you," You could never be too much because sweetheart, I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

That made you sob. You couldn't stop Bucky's arms from wrapping around you and sinking you down into the couch. He left small kisses up and down your neck, then pressed his lips to your wet cheeks.

"Talk to me, beautiful. Talk to me."

"I can't," You don't even know how those words came out. You couldn't stop crying. Your throat burned. Your face was hot. You weren't sad. God, no.

You were relieved.

"Don't hold back on me," Bucky said," Don't hide away parts of you. I want them all. I want every single bit."

he wants me so bad (he’s fictional and i read a fanfic about him)

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003) 3.08 • “Lovers Walk”

everyone assumes bucky was a cocky, sarcastic, ladies man but he literally took his date to a science convention and sat down to read the hobbit when it first came out

when they have emotional damage and dark hair,,,

wait are there really new people joining this site. i thought it was a hoax.

winter blues 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: 

“why are you here?”

“why are you ignoring my calls?”

warnings: seasonal depression (unmentioned but that’s what it is), comfort, avoidance, fluff, peter is nice (mostly) 

a/n: this is so random and so terrible but my computer doesn’t deserve to have this banished away. happy winter!!!! 

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No thoughts head empty just Saeyoung

Just imagine Saeyoung holding you tightly in his arms as you both lay down together on his bed. He has this happy smile on his face as he left many but small kisses on many parts of your face. Words can't express how much he loves you, you gave him hope and so much more, you are really an angel and he wants to show you how much you mean to him.

An arm wrapped around you, his hand rubbing slow and small circles on your back gently while his other hand was holding your own. His fingers brushing gently over your knuckles where you could even feel his engagement ring. He just has this smile on his face as he gives you more kisses, he can't help it, you are just so cute!

He makes many jokes and talks to you about pranks he has done in the past while giggling softly, his smile widening after listening to you being happy and laughing, it makes him feel so happy and warm inside. You two laugh together pretty much every night as you both cuddle and it has always been so nice. Saeyoung can have many weird but funny and amazing ideas and he is gonna tell you about them If you wish to hear! You often wonder how he comes up with a lot of them, honestly.

Ran your hand through his hair and he will absolutely melt. Sometimes he tends to act like a cat and rub his head more on your hand just to see your beautiful and adorable smile. Playing with his hair makes him feel so relaxed since it feels so nice. If he could, he wished he could stay next to you there forever, just giving each other affection and laughing through everything.

If you want to, you can try rubbing his shoulders gently, it's another thing he loves and he will have this grin on his face as his eyes are gazing with so much love at yours. Even the smallest things you do for him make him love you more and more, like I said before, words can't explain how much he adores you! Just rubbing his shoulders in the right spots makes him melt onto you. He remembered back then where when he went to bed, he would be tense, his whole arm pretty much sore from working, but thanks to you, not anymore.

Saeyoung recently brought some star and other space related stickers that he put on the ceiling and some on the wall so every night, it would feel like you two are outside stargazing under the so so many stars out there. It feels quite nice falling asleep with these stickers surrounding you two. Just burying your face in his chest and him putting his chin on your head is enough to make him cling to you like a koala.

If you had any bad days, Saeyoung will do his best to make you smile once more and snuggle with you under the covers and if you are up for it, why not build a tent or something like a small castle and lay under it together? You two could watch your favorite movie or anything that brings you comfort. Don't forget his affection as well! He will hold you and whisper the sweetest words in your ear as he holds you close as he could, rubbing your back or shoulders gently like how you do it to him so you could relax your tense muscles.

Sometimes, Saeyoung loves to hide his face in your neck or your chest to listen to your heartbeat since it calms him down and it's a nice reminder that everything is okay now. Stroke or play with his hair or even massage his shoulders and he will melt and get sleepy slowly but he never goes to sleep without making sure that he has his arms wrapped around you and holding you as close as possible.

You have to convince him to let you go if you wanna escape his grip. He enjoys every second that he spends with you and he is so, so happy and grateful for everything.

Words can't express how much he loves you, he will do anything for you to be safe and happy. Feeling his engagement ring on his fingers is a great reminder that you both will be happy and laugh through everything together. He loves you so much.