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kelieah · 4 months

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itching to rerevamp this and finally finish it 😭

𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 | 𝐩.𝐩

last updated: 05/27/21

“𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.”

“𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞.”

there’s a new vigilante in town and spider-man doesn’t like the sound of that. though finally meeting the said vigilante, she slowly begins to convince him that maybe she isn’t so bad as he thought

pairing: peter parker x vigilante!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, language, smut

author’s note: basing this off a lovely request from @annamckayla , also i have revamped the series, so whoever’s interested or needs to reread, pls feel free to! the chapters get longer down the road haha

original post here

® = sexual themes | status = on-going yet paused (due to being revamped)

☞ chapter one: new girl [2.6k]

y/n l/n’s introduction chapter. also how queens, new york finds out about y/n the new supposed vigilante, including a specific spandexed hero

☞ chapter two: distracted [1.9k]

spider-man doesn’t like the sound of a new vigilante, ned won’t shut up about it, and mj knows what’s up. even trying to avoid the new girl the whole day, spider-man ends up running into her anyway

☞ chapter three: esprit [1.5k]

peter ends up saving y/n as she saved a couple of citizens, mental cursing and insults ensue

☞ chapter four: frustrated [4.3k]

typical yet not typical lecture from strict parents, another fight with peter parker, a whole bunch of blowing up and arguing, and crying™️

☞ chapter five: sorry [3.0k]

peter kind of makes things right by apologizing a lot, ned still won’t shut up and now spider-man’s finally training esprit

☞ chapter six: we’re friends right? [4.2k]

champagne without the cham, spidey and esprit getting to know each other more whaat ikr, new weird feelings brewing between the two and face reveal check

☞ chapter seven: eventful [5.2k]

exchanging numbers, getting shot, having a sleepover, sexual tensions, and someone coming out? it’s one wild chapter

☞ chapter eight: tension [5.4k]

peter and y/n began to realize their feelings for each other. so they make things official? which leads peter to getting the may and happy talk. then ned and mj finds out. now, mj wants the girl too. is it a plane? is it a bird? wait it is. oh god. the fucking vulture?

☞ chapter nine: unrequited? [12.2k]

peter and y/n may or may not get their asses handed to by an angry bird. actual but not actual confessions are made and cherries are popped? and can’t forget a cheeky aunt may tease

☞ chapter ten

☞ chapter eleven

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#kelly is typing…#have i secretly been active on tumblr?#yes yes i have

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kelieah · 5 months

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normalize not writing everyday.

normalize losing motivation.

normalize smaller blogs.

normalize less notes and reblogs.

normalize lack of inspiration.

it’s okay if you don’t write, post or publish everyday. it’s okay if you don’t feel like finishing that work in progress. it’s okay if you can’t mentally or physically come up with something. it’s okay if you don’t have this many followers, notes, or reblogs. any of this does not define your worth. your value. your talent.

golden rule, support and love others as you’d want to be. don’t be afraid to reach out and self-promote. it’s okay. it really is.

writing, editing, or creating in general is a hobby for most, maybe a future career. but regardless, it should be enjoyable. make it enjoyable for yourself. you have that ability to.

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kelieah · 5 months

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hi! i hope you're doing good<3 you were the first person i ever ever followed on tumblr and seeing you on my dash brings up good memories:)

hi nonnie! this means so much to me. thank you for your kind words <33

i check in every once in a while and it definitely brings up some great memories for me too. it’s just so hard to be consistent like i once was. then again i was younger and had a lot less responsibilities haha (literally it’s only been three years and now i’m somewhat of a fully functioning adult with a big girl job and her own apartment)

#kelly’s inbox #anon :)

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kelieah · 5 months

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do you ever think about how sometimes it just... takes one random message? and suddenly you find yourself with a best friend or in constant conversation with someone who lives on the other side of the world but is just as much of a freak as you are or maybe you find yourself in love with someone without a last name but with so much kindness and affection in their words and presence. crazy how life and love and friendship just happen

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kelieah · 6 months

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did i fucking predict my own breakup???

moral of the story (tom holland x reader)

summary: you and tom both realize that the timing just wasn’t right

warnings: champagne without the cham, language

edited: this blurb is based off the song, moral of the stroy - ashe (give it a listen while reading this woosshh the emotions) i feel like this was written poorly, its super cringy im sorry omgsdfkjn

a/n: for some reason i can’t rlly follow through with requests atm, plus i havent written an angsty blurb in forever sooo sdifhdukfj

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Blindsided, addicted

Felt we could really do this

“W-When was the last time we went out, huh!? You know what, i-it’s not even about that. W-When was the last time you said you love me. When was t-the last time you- you kissed me like, you meant it? When, Thomas? When!?” you sob, your voice beginning to ache from all the previous screaming.

“Enough! I get it, I f-fucking get it!” Tom raises his voice, running his hands through his hair. His words echo through the hallway and you feel yourself shrink at the feeling of tension rising of the building.

You let out a hiccup, “I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry. I shouldn’t have y-yelled.” You sniffle and wipe your nose with your rolled-up sleeve. You glance over at Tom who’s leaning against the wall with a pained expression painted on his face.

“N-No, I shouldn’t have either. Look, Y/n,” he says quietly, looking at you with eyes full of emotion. You avoid his gaze and swallow a lump that began to form in your throat.

You open your mouth to cut him off but nothing but a quiet whimper falls from your lips. Tom’s heart clenches at your quiet response and stands up straight, opening up his arms hesitantly.

Your eyebrows knit in confusion but you fall into his embrace regardless, wrapping your arms around him tightly as if it were going to be the last time. Though, that might just be the case.

“I-I’m so f-fucking sorry, I-I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you stammer incoherently, your voice muffling due to your face in his chest.

Some mistakes get made

That’s alright, that’s okay

He places his chin on to your shoulder and sighs, “Don’t be d-darling, I get it. I-I really do and I’m sorry. It’s not your fault either. I-It’s no ones.”

You sniff, “B-But Tom,” you whisper, “I r-really have been trying to l-love you lately. Y-You make it so hard for me to do so a-and it’s- it’s not the same anymore, y-you know?” you tremble in his arms.

You can think that you’re in love

When you’re really just in pain

You notice him tense as you let the words slip out of your mouth. “I know and it’s okay. I-It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay, w-we can work this out,” he feels himself tear up, rubbing gentle and slow circles on your back.

“Is i-it? C-Can we?” you whimper quietly, clenching his shirt between your hands. His heart pounds harder as you let out your cries.

“I don’t know,” he mutters painfully, his tears beginning to stain your shoulder.

“S-Some people. Just- Just aren’t meant t-to be, or so it seems, huh?” you barely speak out, your breathing becoming more unstable as you choke on your cries.

“Love, breathe. B-breathe with me,” he sniffles, breathing in and out slowly. You rise up and down with his chest and begin to follow his breathing patterns.

You let out another cry, “T-Tommy, I can’t. W-what happened to us? Y-Years, goddamn years. All wasted, for what?”

He inhales deeply and pulls away for a moment, cupping your face. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, “Maybe, s-some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes,” he says in a hushed tone.

“B-But what if you’re right for me? Y-You just haven’t been yourself lately, r-right?” you look into his eyes that were equally as teary as yours.

“Yeah, I-I guess I haven’t,” he trails off, avoiding eye contact with you. He blinks away some tears that slipped out of his eyes, “I haven’t been the person you needed, or wanted, Y/n. I-I wish I could make up all those times I left you when you needed me most. I-I wish I made you m-my priority and n-not my bloody work,” he speaks as his lips quiver.

You place your hand by his cheek and brush your thumb against his lips, “I-It’s not your fault. It’s nobodies, remember? I-It’s just.”

“J-Just?”

“Just timing.”

He closes his eyes and nods in acknowledgment, placing his forehead against yours. You slightly flinch feeling a teardrop from his face onto yours, “W-We’re going to be okay, Tommy.”

They say it’s better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all

“Y-Y/n?”

“Yes?” you whisper, your hands on his arms as the two of you held onto each other.

“C-Can I kiss you? F-For the last time, please?”

You sniffle and nod against his touch, bringing your arms up and wrapping them around his neck.

He looks down at for you a moment, taking in all of your features.

“D-Don’t look at me like that,” you bite your lip nervously, averting your eyes down.

“Like w-what?” he leans in slowly, causing you to feel his breath against your lips.

You gently grab the back of his neck and press your lips against his, kissing him deeply. His hands fall to your waist and pull you close, returning the favor.

Then in that exact moment you knew, this would be the last time you’ll ever kiss him.

In the end it’s better for me That’s the moral of the story babe

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#kelly is typing...#that is so wild #i am okay #things ended on good terms

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kelieah · 6 months

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me a nineteen-year-old about to move into her own place in a month, work overtime and figure her shit out but is also surrounded by the bestest friends and family:

me a nineteen-year-old when i realize i'm actually nineteen and not sixteen anymore:

#kelly is typing…#life is surreal

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kelieah · 8 months

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omgg yay requests are opennn ! okay so can i do a arvin request where he’s been rlly stressed about something lately (you pick !) and reader tries to comfort him but he accidentally takes it out on her & she gets a bit distant🥺 but it ends in fluff (sorry me and angst dont do well haha)

stubborn assumptions (arvin russell x reader)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: language, fluff, arvin being as stubborn as a bull and as blind as a bat

edited: idk how but i turned the stress he has into jealousy whoops

a/n: i miss arvin (been saying that for how long omg) but fr, i luv him a ton. pls send more arvin request i don't mind. i'm lowkey happy i opened my requests so yay!

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The drive to the diner is quiet and not in a comforting way. You can tell by the furrow in his brows and the slight frown on his lips, there's something wrong. But Arvin's never one to open up, the stubborn boy. You let out a soft sigh and lean your elbow by the window, your cheek gently resting in your palm.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks and from your peripheral vision, you can see him glance at you with slight annoyance.

"I could ask the same," you turn your head towards him and look at him straight in the eyes.

"None wrong with me," he dismisses you and looks back at the road.

"You sure about that, Russell?" you pout and lean your head on his shoulder.

"Yes," he grumbles and shrugs you off, causing you to let out a little gasp.

"I think a milkshake will cheer you up, I'll pay," you tut and lean away from him. He sighs but cracks a slight smile at your sass.

Once you two arrive at the diner and got a booth, you ordered a shake and a side of fries. You're now trying to make conversation, "So, how was work?"

"Nothing new or special," he says and leans back against the booth, adjusting his cap.

"Arvin, tell me what's wrong," you sigh and lean forward, taking off his cap to put it on like you usually would mess with him.

He glares at you and snatches it back, putting it on aggressively. "Don't do that."

"Sorry," you murmur and fold your hands in your lap. "You just worry me sometimes when you get like this."

"Get like what? I told you I'm fine, doll," he retorts, a slight hiss to his voice that stabs you in the heart.

"Never mind," you sigh and smile timidly at the waitress who brings over your food.

You place two straws inside and slide the drink towards the middle. "I don't want some anymore," he tells you.

Before you could take a sip you look up at him a bit shocked, and frown. "Oh, okay. You could have some of the fries—"

"Don't want that either," he shrugs and crosses his arms, eyes scanning all over the place.

"Okay," you squeak out, suddenly intimidated by his defensive and stern demeanor.

"Don't get all weak," he rolls his eyes and averts his gaze back to you.

"Excuse me?" you frown and avoid his chilling stare, sipping slowly at the sweet substance.

"You do this thing when you don't know what to say and get all quiet and shit."

You don't respond and stare at your food, a pang of unsure guilt and fear filling your bones. Maybe you did something wrong or maybe something happened to his family. You don't know what to do because, at this moment, you feel like any decision you make is wrong in his eyes.

"So, are we still going to go to the lake this weekend with Lenora?" you finally decide to break the rising tension.

"No..." he hesitantly responds.

"Oh. Why not?"

"Don't you got a date with somebody?"

"No?" you tilt your head.

"Yeah, right."

"I don't, where'd you hear that from?" you laugh and munch on a fry.

"You know, I really don't get you sometimes," he suddenly raises his voice, catching your attention almost immediately.

"Well, I don't get you sometimes either," you mumble and roll your eyes.

"No, you don't get to say that because... Look. How long have we've known each other? We're basically tied at the hip when you're not at school yet now I'm hearing you're diddly daddling with some other candyass fuck and I'm at your side like a sad puppy waiting to be noticed and when I finally think I have a chance with you, Y/n. I don't. So, why couldn't you just tell me you don't like me back after all this time instead of going behind my back with other boys and leading me on like a fool!?" he fumes at you, his face red with frustration and eyes piercing into yours.

You didn't realize how teary your eyes became until you felt a tear slip out. You exhale and wipe the tear away, fumbling with your school bag by your hip. You take out a couple of cents and slam it on the table, standing up abruptly. Some people look your way but you ignore them and slide out of the booth. "You're unbelievable, Arvin," you spit and make your way out of the diner.

"Wait— Y/n, shit," he stands up to follow but stops as you begin to run. He places his hands on his head and groans, walking out to his car.

Later that day, after picking up Lenora from church, she as well checks on him once they walk up to their porch. "What happened?" she asks and hugs her bible to her chest.

"Nothing, Len. Go on inside, I'm gonna have a smoke," he mutters and takes out a pack.

"Well you're not, cus I'm staying until you tell me what happened with Y/n," she shrugs and leans against the wall.

He snaps his head over at her as soon as she mentioned your name, "How did you..."

"What did you do?" she asks, a slightly teasing tone to her question.

He scoffs and shrugs, "I didn't do nothing but tell her what you told me."

"What's that mean? You asked her out?" she gasps and stands up straighter.

"No, course not. Why would I when you told me there are other boys in the picture," he shoves his hands in his pockets and leans on the porch railings.

"When did I ever tell you that?" she frowns but then remembers their conversation from not too long ago.

"You like her a lot, I can tell," Lenora hummed as she prepared breakfast for the family.

"You can't tell nothing, shut up," Arvin grumbled in response and set up the table.

"Watch your mouth, boy," Emma chuckled and walked over to help out Lenora. "She's right though, I don't remember the last time I didn't see you with Y/n," she commented.

Arvin leaned against the kitchen opening and sighed, "I don't know what y'all are talking about, she's my best friend."

"That's the best person to have as a lover," Lenora added.

"How would you know?" he retorted and crossed his arms.

"Books," she giggled and poured scrambled eggs out from the pan onto the platter.

"Well, them books are just stories. Fake stories, she don't like me like that anyway. Trust me, I know," he muttered.

"Cause you don't do nothing but treat her like a friend, if you'd start treating her more like a lady and a lover maybe you two could be more than best friends. Plus, I think you should hurry up before them other boys from school snatch her up," she shook her head at the thought.

"What that's mean?" he frowned and glanced at Lenora with sudden interest.

"What I said," she shrugged.

"That Sunday a week ago or something, you said something about other boys," Arvin reminds her.

"Lord, Arvin. You bout duller than I thought," she sighs and shakes her head. "I didn't mean she's with someone, I meant—"

"It don't matter anymore, she probably don't want nothing to do with me anymore. I-I yelled at her earlier and said some stupid stuff," he mumbles, regret flowing through his veins as he thinks back to how he raised his voice at you.

"Arvin..." she whispers seeing him tear up. He shakes his head and rushes on inside their home before she could say anything else.

Days pass by and you grow distant from Arvin, you walk home and stay inside after school instead of usually being picked up by him and spending the rest of your day doing whatever the two of you did.

Arvin comes home late from work one day, his house quiet and cold. He sighs and slumps over to the bathroom to rinse up before bed.

You're still of course friends with Lenora, so little did he know you're currently only a room away. "Before he falls asleep, just knock on his door. Talk to him, okay? Let me know how it goes tomorrow morning," she says, hearing him finish up his shower.

"Okay," you exhale and turn towards her door. "Wait, why tomorrow morning?"

"I have a feeling it'll go well, and you'll probably be staying in his room," she shrugs and grins at you.

"Lenora!" you gasp and send her a flustered glare.

"Well, nothing like that!" she giggles quietly and motions you to go on. "Come on, go get your lover."

"Shush you," you whine and open her door slowly. You hesitantly and carefully walk over to his room, trying not to step on any creaky wood steps. You tell yourself a couple of words of reassurance before knocking on his door. Then, before you could knock he opens the door, a tired but now shocked expression on his face.

"Y/n?"

"Hi," you whisper.

"W-What are you doing here?" he mutters lowly.

"Can we talk, please?" you murmur and push him into his room.

He nods slowly and takes a couple of steps back, closing his door once you fully enter. "I-I should apologize," he starts.

"Yes, but first let me do this," you hold up a finger and quickly hug him before he could protest. He tenses but soon melts at your arms wrapping around him and holds you close, sighing out with relief.

"I am so sorry, Y/n. I-I was just so jealous and upset when I heard you're with somebody else. But I know you're your own person and— and you're not obligated to be with me just cause we're really good friends. I shouldn't have been so stupid and I never meant to hurt you," he rambles on and shakes his head as he continues on.

You cup the side of his face and shake your head. He goes quiet as you open your mouth, "I accept your apology. Yeah, you shouldn't have got so upset and took it out on me, and yes you should've talked to me about your feelings. But on my part, I should've too. Because I like you too, Arvin. I mean of course, I do, because you were absolutely right. We're tied at the hip and I wouldn't have any other way but it was wrong for you to assume that I was with someone else and was leading you on. But please, you stupid boy, talk to me if there's something you're unsure about us or me," you groan.

He laughs weakly and pulls you flush against him, spinning you around until he sits on his bed to pull you onto his lap. You let out a quiet squeal at the sudden change of position and feel your heart rate quicken once he places on top of him, on his bed. "I am so sorry, sweetheart. Never again, I swear to you and if I ever do anything stubborn and stupid again you're allowed to hit me or something."

"Arvin! I'd never," you laugh and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"I know, but still," he chuckles and lies down, rubbing gentle circles on your back. You adjust and curl up into his side, smiling uncontrollably as he holds you. "I'm so sorry, for being an idiot and taking it out on you. Really fucking sorry..."

"I know. I accept your apology," you mumble into his shirt and drape a hand onto his chest. "If."

"If?"

"If you could start calling me yours and I could start calling you mine," you whisper against his as you lean towards his ear.

He gulps and turns red at your request, nodding eagerly. "Of course, doll. I'd be fucking honored."

You smile tiredly and press a kiss below his ear, feeling yourself drift off to sleep as he brings you closer toward him.

thanks for reading and let me know what you think!

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