Oop the proportions are bad but have a Spiderman!
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Ned tries to fit pieces together that apparently leads to parallel universes no one knew they needed.
Notes: First fic of the year! Also, early valentines one shot! So instead of being alone on Valentines day, I will be on a field training for a week so it’s just survival in the woods and stuff, if I won’t survive field training tell Tom that I love him. This is also a parallel universe if you were with Peter and Ned during Spiderman: Homecoming. Enjoy and read responsibly.
Word Count: 1,964 words
Spiderman Ps4 icons
Sony said gay rights
Does Principal Morita have a first name? Asking for a
peter: valentine’s day is tomorrow but the only thing fucking me is life
mj: i’m literally right here
Protect You Always ~ Peter Parker💕
Part-4 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series
Warnings: It’s cute, a little abrupt at the end.
Also, just fyi I’ve experienced these things so please don’t laugh at me for being a chicken.
When you were a child and lights went out, you covered your face with the blankets and prayed to the almighty for all the things things that lurk in the darkness to go away. You’d pray until you got your voice back and called for your mum.
When you were seven, you had gone for a sleepover at his place. It was your first ever nightover and that too at the Parker’s residence. You remember Peter being so happy for getting a bunk bed that he invited you over.
Over the years, people have laughed on you for being so coward and not facing your fears except one person. That person being Peter Parker.
You remember the smile on his face when he opened the door. You smiled and followed him and he gushed about how cool it was to have a bunk bed in his room.
Half the night you’d spent watching Star Wars and eating the not so sugary cookies that May had baked. But the moment that you didn’t want was when Peter started falling asleep. You didn’t want to be the one to turn off the tv because the boy was passed out on the bed that was below. Calling May was a rather bad choice because it was already midnight and even though she’d told you to give her a voice for anything, she’d just think of you as a kid who can’t have a control over her fears.
You got down from the bed slowly walking to the light switch as it seemed the only option. After closing the partially opened door to the living room, which was by the way engulfed in darkness, you turned on the light swiftly. You turned behind to see Peter squinting his eyes due to the sudden light and shifted in the bed.
You gulped as he stilled again in the bed. Turning off the tv was a simple task but now you had to turn the lights off, and then you would have to walk to the bed and climb to the top and then lay there alone, scared, facing the wall, and then when you’d turn around there would be a creepy ass ghost-
“(Y/n)?” You turned around at the voice. Peter sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, “Why did you turn on the lights?” He whined like you disturbed his beauty sleep.
“I was scared.” You mumbled. Perer looked at you confused, not wanting to say anything. He was not a night person. “I was scared.” You repeated, this time a little louder.
“Of what?” He asked, “Wait, don’t tell me. Do I look scary when I sleep?” You giggled at his comment, rather question.
“No, I was scared of the dark.” You admitted sheepishly, expecting him to laugh on your miserable self. But instead he got up from his bed and walked to you.
“Really?” He rubbed his face.
“Yeah. I’ve always been scared of the darkness.” You said, “That’s why I was hesitant to come over for the night.” He nodded along.
“So, what do we do now?” He asked and you just shrugged, running your feet back and forth on the fluffy carpet placed in his room. Suddenly, he grinned as a bulb went off in his head, “I have something for you!” He exclaimed and ran off towards his cupboard.
Opening the door and diving deep inside there, he grabbed something and you just watched his silently as he did his thing. He walked over to you with his hands behind his back and a
stupid lovely grin spread across his face.
“What is it?” You asked curiously trying to take a peek but he moved back.
“No, no. Not like that. First you need to close your eyes.” He ordered.
“It better not be anything scary or I’ll make you stay up with me all night.” You muttered before closing your eyes.
“Now, give me your hands.” He asked for you to spread your hands to place the thing he was holding on top of them and you obliged.
A moment later, something fluffy touched the palm of your hand. Peter commanded you to keep your eyes closed as your hand retracted back slightly. He placed the fluffy thing on your hand. You roamed your hands over it and finally opening your eyes you grinned from ear to ear.
Peter had placed a teddy bear on your hand. It was a peach coloured bear with black eyes and a bow attached to its neck. Behind the bow was a small heart shaped name tag and the ink of a permanent maker was smeared across it in a sloppy handwriting, Peter’s handwriting. The words spelled out, ‘Ben’.
“Ben?” You asked as you watched Peter rocking back and forth on his feet.
“Yeah, his name’s Ben. And he protects me whenever I’m scared.” Peter replied to your questioning look and your gaze softened as you admired the sweet boy in front of you. He named the teddy bear after his Uncle, “My mom gave me this before, you know,” He gulped, not wanting to say it and you nodded in understanding, “And she said he’d protect me always like uncle Ben.” He smiled slowly.
“Wow.” You said, “I love him.” Hugging the teddy bear closer to you.
“You can have him.” He said, making you jerk your head towards him with hope in your eyes, “Because I don’t need protection anymore, but he’ll protect you too.”
“Thanks, Peter!” You grinned at him. “And hey, I know that it’s really cool to have a bunk bed in your room but can I sleep with you on the bottom bed?”
“Yeah.” He laughed, “But only if you keep Ben in between.”
You woke up at midnight to feel a void beside you. The sheets were cold and you knew that Peter had gone for a long time. You got up from the bed and switched on the lights. The once bunk bed was now replaced with a regular bed as you and Peter didn’t need that anymore.
May would be asleep now and it wouldn’t be nice to wake her up just because you were worried, rather scared. Not only for yourself but for Peter. Suddenly you heard a thud sound behind you making your heartbeat increase at a rate of hundred miles per second.
Peter rushed to you removing his mask and throwing it onto the study table, hearing the yelp that escaped your mouth and noticing your wide eyes. He wrapped his strong arms around you, “I’m sorry for leaving you alone.” He said, and boy did Peter Parker know how to calm you down.
“Don’t ever do that again.” You pleaded and felt him nod against your head before he placed a soft kiss to your temple.
“I wouldn’t.” He sweared.
“Peter?” You asked while he just hummed, “I can’t remember where I kept Ben, would you cuddle with me?” You asked, making him laugh.
“You don’t have to ask, babe.”
@harrysbbby @overly-obsessed @luckyfiction17 @avengersgroupchat @ollieologys @afictionaladventure16 @hollandraul @clqudsparker @spider-manholland @screamholland @angelhaz11 @farfromhaz @drunklili @spideyyeet @fairytaleparker @venusparker @dazzling-rubabe @hazmyheart @angelic-holland @audreylovespidey706 @lauras-collection @angel-spidey @cherryredparker @ploont @cucumberfingers @greatpizzascissorstaco @the-crazy-fanfictionist
It’s finally here!!! I’m so sorry this took literally 5ever but it’s here now! Ch 6 is also written but I don’t plan on releasing it until 7 is done. In the meantime, I’ll be releasing some other things I’ve had in the works for a while so be on the lookout for those ;)
Thanks to all who’ve followed me and been reading! I love you!
A little bit of detail:
Fandom: Tommy Holland
Ship: Tom Holland x Reader
Setting: LA in general
Word Count: 2012
Warnings: a little bit of language; general sad time emotions
Rating: K+ still i guess
You had run up the stairs upon entering your house, yelling out a quick “hey I’m home” to your parents to keep from rising suspicion.
You tossed your bag onto your desk chair and went and sat on a bean bag in the corner of your room, curling up into it under a blanket.
It was nearing 4 o’clock and you knew that the beans would be spilled any moment now.
You were absolutely nauseous.
You refreshed Instagram over and over until a notification came up at the top of your feed.
Tomholland2013 started a live video. Watch it before it ends!
I feel personally attacked by this gif in particular.
Me @ Tom Holland & Sebastian Stan
C2: i_am_spider_cop on Instagram.
Better Half Of Me ~ Tom Holland 💕
Part-2 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series
Warnings: fluff and all nice things.
You sipped on the wine feeling the night breeze passing through your hair. The view was blissful but what completed it was your boyfriend, Tom. He sat in front of you with a carefree smile on his face. It was his idea to come here, to take a trip to the city of love. Both of you wanted to celebrate your ten year anniversary somewhere special. Not only your love but your friendship was now ten years old.
Tom entered the room with a world map in his hand. You looked at him staring at the map intently, “What’re you doing?” You asked.
“What all places have we visited?” He asked as he sat down beside you, spreading the map on the table, he looked into your eyes that held the question, ‘why’. He knew you’d ask, “Come on, (y/n). Just tell me.”
“Okay, let me see…” You trailed off, “We’ve visited New York, Canada, Germany, Brazil and London of course.” You listed.
“Where do you think we should go for our 10 year anniversary?” He questioned.
“We’ve never visited India, or Switzerland, or-” You started stacking up names of places before Tom cut you off mid-sentence.
“Paris.” He let out, “We’ve never been to Paris together, I can’t believe it!”
“Are you cold?” Tom asked bringing you back to reality.
“Yeah, a little.” You replied, running your hands up and down your arms.
“Here, you can have my-” He started taking off his jacket but stopped when he felt the outline of the small box in one of the pockets of his jacket, “Oh no, you can’t. Because, um, I’m cold too.” He nodded, approving his answer even though you didn’t buy it.
“So, what now?” You asked. This has been the best day in the twenty two years of life.
“Now we go to the top.” He replied, making you smile as you eyed the Eiffel tower from below.
You walked beside him, hand in hand while talking about a memory that popped into your head, “Do you remember the time we were in college and you were jealous of a middle school boy?” You laughed and he couldn’t but roll his eyes.
“How could I forget that?” He replied, sarcasm coating his voice, “That’s a thing I never wanna forget.” You laughed and this time he laughed with you.
“That’s the first time you told me that you love me.” You said looking into his eyes and he smiled, breathtakingly, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips.
“Tom, he’s just a kid!” You stated, “It’s not like I’m gonna leave you for him, that’s ridiculous!”
Tom sighed. He knew this conversation would go nowhere and it was ridiculous of him to be jealous of the kid but it was like he was stuck to you and you were so oblivious to it.
You had missed two dates because of that kid and Tom knew that you were very sorry even though it wasn’t your fault. It was that brat who would make faces at him when you weren’t looking.
“I know, okay. I know that he’s a kid and all that shit but do you realise what he’s trying to do?!” He asked in a breathy tone, “He’s not worth all the attention you’re giving him!”
“Oh my god, Thomas! You are jealous! Of a small boy?!” You laughed.
“Hey! I’m not jealous, and you take that back!” He demanded.
“What would you do if I don’t?” You smirked while cocking an eyebrow at him, “And don’t you think of telling Jake that I have a crush on him.”
“I wasn’t thinking of that anyway.” He was exactly thinking that. He wondered how you got to know that, “I’m, um, I’m gonna tell your mom that you broke her favourite crockery!” He countered.
You gasped, “Oh, you didn’t just say that!” He sighed, finally plopping down to your bed and rubbing his face with his hands, a thing that he did when he was frustrated.
You knew it was enough and that this would lead to nowhere. You walked to your bed standing in front of him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your tummy, “Why were we fighting, again?” He asked, making you giggle.
“God knows.” You replied. He hummed and snuggled closer to you as you rubbed your hand up and down his back gently. “Seriously Tom, you don’t need to worry about that guy taking me away from you.” You finished, not stopping the giggle that eloped your throat.
“I know. And I’m sorry, really. It’s just that I love you so much and-” He couldn’t finish before you coughed.
“Y-you love me?” You asked as you parted to look into his eyes.
“God I hated that kid.” He breathed out, “What was his name again?” You laughed at his comment.
“I don’t even remember. Jade or something?” You shrugged. Finally as you reached the top of the tower and walked forward, Tom made sure that the box was still secure in his pocket.
You were mesmerised by the view and the city looked even lovelier from up there. How many times you’ve come there as a kid or as a teenager, you couldn’t get enough of this. “I can’t believe that we never came here together.” You said, mesmerised by this view. You heard him hum behind you and turned around, “Honestly, this day couldn’t get any-”
You stopped mid-sentence as a gasp escaped past your lips. There was your beloved boyfriend, over the Eiffel tower, in front of you, bending on one knee. You couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes and placed a hand over your mouth.
“(Y/n) (y/l/n).” He started as he took a deep breath, staring into your eyes, “You are my life, and I’m sure that only you’ll be the death of me. I want to spend my whole life with you. So tell me, would you be the better half of me and make me the happiest man in this universe?” He asked, a tint of desperation in his voice.
The tears of joy finally fell onto your face and you nodded. “Yes.” You whispered and soon, Tom was on his feet again wiping the tears from your face, he placed the ring on your ring finger.
He smiled, extending his hand towards you, “Have this dance with me?” He asked and you smiled.
“But the mus-?” You were cut off by a soft music playing in the background. Tom chuckled along with you as you placed your hand in his and danced under the soft moonlight.
And everything was perfect when your ear was against his chest, his heartbeat telling you how much he loved you. That day finally, you found your better half.
@spideyyeet @screamholland @overly-obsessed @venusparker @clqudsparker @abunchofsemicoherentwords @spider-manholland @justanotherfanfic @spidey-swift @greatpizzascissorstaco @angelhaz11 @tomhollanddaily @peterparkersshitlist @hollandroos @peterparkerdaily @parkerpete @farfromhaz @afictionaladventure16 @fairytaleparker @parkerpter @peterparkerstingle @parkerpunology @dazzling-rubabe @parkerpuff @eeyore101247 @preciouspparkers @missbasicxxx @plushparker @spideyboipeter @spideyboipete @cucumberfingers @hollandraul @dahliaspidey @itstomhollands @the-crazy-fanfictionist @properweirdparker @ppkrtingle @drunklili @cherryredparker @hollandharrison @angelic-holland @lauras-collection @dear-selena @rubberducky-jrr @audreylovespidey706 @starsholland @blueberryison @tomhollandeu @tom-holland-is-spiderman
“So, MJ, how ‘bout a churro?”
Me reading hardcore smut next to my family
Me reading fluff next to my family
Roses Are Red ~ Peter Parker 💕
Part-1 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series
Warnings: fluff and nothing more.
You picked up the roses from the table and grabbed your backpack from the chair. There were six roses in total four of which were yellow. To say that you were excited for the day was an understatement. You were ready for this week from the start of the month.
You made your way to the school not before grabbing a sandwich offered by your mum and kissing her cheek. You left a white rose for her inside her dresser as her favorite colour was white.
Peter was, like always, in front of your locker with Ned, probably talking about Star Wars. Your heart beat increased as you saw his brown curls set properly with the help of a lot of gel. You hid the bunch of roses behind your back as soon as his eyes met yours and a large grin adorned his face.
You walked up to them, “Good morning, weirdos.” You greeted and waved your free hand at them. They replied simultaneously, as you opened your locker stuffing five of the roses inside them and slipping one into your bag secretly. You took out your English book and shut the door of your with a little extra force when Ned tried to peek inside, making both of them flinch. You started walking towards your first class, which was with MJ.
Some students were already sitting in the class, chatting and some front benchers were into the sonnet that was being taught in the class. You walked to your regular seat and sat beside MJ who was reading her book on human biology. You took out the rose from your bag carefully and placed it in front of her.
“A Black rose?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow in a typical MJ style.
“Do you not know what day it is?” You asked and sighed when she sat there without any expressions on her face. “Today’s rose day and I know that you love the colour.” You said, aiming your hand towards the rose placed on the desk.
“So, there’s one for me and…” She trailed off, closing the book and placing it aside.
“And?” You asked.
“I know you brought one for Peter.” She smirked. A blush crept up to your cheeks on the mention of his name. But you shushed her, “It’s red, isn’t it?”
You met Ned in Chemistry where you gave him a yellow rose, one you gave to Betty and one to Flash.
When you met Peter at lunch, you were expecting him to ask you for a rose, and he did, “Ned told me that you were handing out roses to your friends?” He asked as soon as he placed his tray on the table. Ned and MJ still hadn’t arrived at the table so it was just the two of you, “Am I not your friend or you ran out of roses?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“I’m sorry Pete, but I don’t have a yellow rose for you.” You pouted. You could see the disappointment in his face however hard he tried to hide it. “Yellow’s not your favorite colour anyway. What is it?”
He had a look of disbelief spread across his face and you couldn’t help but laugh almost knocking your tray down, “You don’t know my favorite colour?” He asked and you shook your head, still laughing over his expression. He smiled, starting at you while you were busy laughing, “It’s re-”
“Yo, Penis Parker! Your girlfriend gave me a rose today. Didn’t you get one?” He yelled from the other corner of the room making all the noises to die down. A hot feeling settled onto your cheeks and your eyes grew wide.
Lucky for you, MJ came in to save the day and told Flash to piss off. Thankfully the conversation was soon diverted from the topic to things like Spanish test and degrading the food of canteen as Ned joined the table.
When the last bell for the day rang across the school, you knew Peter would be off to his Stark internship soon and you wouldn’t have the time to give him the roses. You rushed out of your class and towards the subway.
You could’ve given him the rose at anytime of the day. There were several moments, like, in the morning when he stood by your locker, or in the second period when he sat with you, or in the lunch before Flash ruined it, or in the fifth period, when the class was nearly empty. But there was only one reason as for why you couldn’t do it, it needed courage, and that you didn’t have in front of Peter.
Talking of Peter, “Pete!” You yelled at the top of your lungs as soon as you saw him, coming to a halt beside him. You breathed heavily as you supported yourself on your knees. He stopped, staring down at your figure as you caught your breath. You grinned widely at him as you stood up straight. He loved the sight of you when you were all-
He just loved the sight of you anyway. You had that contagious smile that would make it’s way to his face. “Hey. What’re you doing here?” He breathed out finally.
“I’m here to give you… this.” You pulled out the two roses from your bag. “You can choose one from these, but I wanted to give you the red one.” Your voice became smaller with every word that escaped your mouth and it was a mere whisper at the end. Thanks to Peter’s heightened senses that he could hear what you said. There was a moment of silence and you thought that you messed it up.
“But you said that you didn’t have a rose for me?” He was confused. You could tell by the tone of his voice.
“I never said that.” You said with a small smirk playing on your lips.
“No, I’m sure you said that-” He stopped, remembering what you actually told him when he asked you for a rose.
“I’m sorry Pete, but I don’t have a yellow rose for you.”
“Oh…” He trailed off before laughing nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “Smart move.” He said making you smile.
You looked up to meet his eyes before slightly extending your hand holding the roses towards him, “I wanted to give you the red rose because I do know that your favorite colour is red and I really really like you.” You said finally letting the words out in the air. “You can take eith-” You were rambling and Peter loved it when you did so. He loved to listen to your voice. But he loved what he did next more.
He leaned down and placed a quick peck on your lips. You looked at him unbelievably and he was all red in a second. You smiled at him standing on your tippy-toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He kissed back, placing his hands on your waist as your free hand reached to tug the curls at the back of his head.
Both of you parted, taking a deep breath. Peter laughed nervously and you placed the red rose in his hand. You turned around and started to walk away from him, “Bye, Peter.”
“Bye, (y/n).” He sighed dreamily, “Oh, wait. (Y/n)?”
You turned around to face him once more, “Yeah.”
“Happy rose day.”
@spideyyeet @screamholland @overly-obsessed @venusparker @clqudsparker @barnes-heaven @spider-manholland @justanotherfanfic @spidey-swift @harrysbbby @angelhaz11 @tomhollanddaily @peterparkersshitlist @hollandroos @petehparker @parkerpete @farfromhaz @afictionaladventure16 @fairytaleparker @parkerpter @peterparkerstingle @parkerpunology @dazzling-rubabe @parkerpuff @eeyore101247 @preciouspparkers @missbasicxxx @plushparker @spideyboipeter @spideyboipete @hazmyheart @hollandraul @dahliaspidey @itstomhollands @drunklili @ploont @ppkrtingle @onelovewonderwoman @cherryredparker @hollandharrison @angelic-holland @lauras-collection @dear-selena @rubberducky-jrr @audreylovespidey706 @starlightparker @blueberryison @parkerpete @miss-nerd95
that’s it. that’s the caption.