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instead of you [part fifty-three]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst, morbid plane/flying facts

word count: 2.2k

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Predictably, you cried yourself to sleep. You debated over whether or not to tell Tom. He’d probably find out when he woke up in the morning but would he be mad if he didn’t hear it from you? If Sam was right, he didn’t care about you at all, so why would you grant him the courtesy of a head’s up? You didn’t want to believe Sam, rather, you wanted to believe that he had only said those things in the heat of the moment but at the end of the day, he knew Tom far better than you did. Whether or not he was telling the truth to try and save you or lying to hurt you was up to you to decipher.

You wound up texting Tom ‘Sam knows’ without any other context and calling it a night. 

The next morning, you woke up to a message from Sam telling you not to bother getting ready for the day and that he’d be going on without you. It was mostly a relief not to have to put on an act after everything that happened the night before but it also stung.

You weren’t very optimistic about repairing your relationship with Sam but any lingering hope vanished when he wouldn’t even look at you in passing in the hallway. 

You spent the entire day in bed, trying to distract yourself with anything you could think of to pass the time. You scrolled through social media until your timelines stopped refreshing with new content. There wasn’t anything interesting enough on TV to pull you out of spiraling so you didn’t even bother trying to find something to hold your attention. 

At one point you remembered the book you were reading but as soon as you opened it you were greeted by all of Sam’s little annotations he had left for you. He still had your book and you wondered if he would ever finish it now that you’d ruined everything. 

You thought about texting him, just to check in or try and talk about things but you didn’t want to bother him. A couple of times, you almost texted him just out of instinct. You would go to send him a tweet that you thought he’d find funny and then remember.

Tom came by your room that night after dinner, when everyone was back from the day’s activities. He knocked twice, letting himself in before you’d even finished telling him he could enter. 

“Care to explain what happened?” he asked, hands on his hips.

You shrugged noncommittally. “Sam found out.”

“How? Did you tell him?”

“And ruin my own relationship with my best friend? Yeah, definitely.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here to argue. I just want to know what happened.”

“Then don’t accuse me of shit.”

“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. That’s not what I was trying to do.”

You sighed and signaled for him to sit down if he wanted to. He did, perching himself on the edge of the bed cautiously. 

“He knows because he noticed me sneaking out and finally decided to follow me.”

The color drained from Tom’s face. “So he heard-”

You nodded. “I don’t know how much, but enough.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right.”

“He wouldn’t say a word to me today,” Tom said. 

“He wouldn’t even look at me.”

“I guess we knew this would happen eventually.”

“Yeah.”

“We fucked up.”

“Yeah.”

“You were right.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“We really do deserve each other.”

Oh. What Sam had said earlier rang through your ears again. 

“I guess I was.”

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and Sam walked in, scoffing as he passed his brother. 

“I should have known,” he muttered to himself. 

“Sam look-” Tom tried, only to be immediately cut off by his younger brother. 

“Don’t. Please just fucking don’t.”

“But-”

“God, you never listen to a word I say, do you? Either of you?”

You wanted to protest that you did listen to him but you thought better of it. It wouldn’t help your case at all. Instead, you sat there silently like a child being scolded. 

“I don’t want to hear you explain yourself,” Sam continued. “I don’t care why you fucked my best friend. I think the act in itself doesn’t need an explanation.” Tom opened his mouth to respond but Sam cut him off again. “I don’t want to hear an apology either. I already know you don’t mean it. In fact, I think we’re done here so if you wouldn’t mind getting the fuck out of my room...”

Tom looked like he wanted to argue but likely knew it wouldn’t do any good so he simply hung his head and let himself out, bidding you a quiet goodnight as he left. You didn’t respond. You didn’t even acknowledge him. How could you?

“Don’t forget to pack your things for the flight tomorrow. It’s a long one.”

You sat there, stunned. You hadn’t expected Sam to speak to you at all, let alone say something amicable. 

“O-ok thanks,” you responded shakily.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he added. 

“Oh-” you scrambled up, preparing to leave but Sam stopped you. 

“No, I meant with you. It’d look weird if I slept on the couch again.”

Of course. Keeping up appearances.

“Is it even worth it to do this anymore?” you asked. “I mean, it’s falling apart at the seams.”

“It’ll be fine,” Sam argued. “It’s just a few more weeks.”

“Do you really want to keep pretending to be in love with someone you hate?”

He froze, still bent over his suitcase. Then he straightened up and turned to face you. 

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I’ve been trying, trust me.”

You weren’t sure how to take that. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to take it. You tried not to let his words stoke the embers of hope you were still clinging on to but it was already proving difficult. 

“Maybe with time,” you suggested. 

He shrugged. “Ready for bed?”

-

You managed to get some sleep, despite everything. It took a while for your heart to calm down as you lay there beside your (ex?) best friend who was already snoring softly. He had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t sure how he was able to drift off so easily in spite of your whole friendship falling apart but perhaps the stress was only one-sided. 

You were the one being eaten alive by anxiety and guilt. All he had to do was mourn the loss of everything you destroyed. 

The hours of sleep you did get passed quickly without dreams which was unusual for you. Before you knew it, Sam’s alarm was going off and both of you were groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed. 

You finished packing the rest of your things in relative silence. Neither of you had much to say aside from when you passed each other’s things back and forth from your suitcases. 

The sun had yet to come up when the rest of the Hollands gathered in the kitchen with their luggage. Since the flight was over twelve hours long Sam’s parents had booked the earliest possible departure which just so happened to be before the sunrise. 

The boys slept during the ride to the airport but you weren’t able to. You were squished between Sam in Tom in the very back of the van, feeling like a pin in a grenade. They ignored each other, of course, both seemingly dead to the world. 

Tom woke up before Sam. He glanced over at you and offered an expression of sympathy. You just shrugged in response. 

Sitting in the car like that caused your knees to brush up against each other every so often, each time you rounded a corner or went over a speed bump. Every time it happened you fought the urge to meet his eyes. The touch, be it fleeting, made your chest tighten over and over again until you were half-convinced you were going into cardiac arrest. Eventually, Tom gave up trying to give you space and just let his knee rest against yours. Funnily enough, it helped you relax.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s fine.”

He was so hard to read these days. Not that he was ever easy to read. You couldn’t tell whether or not he liked having his knee there. You weren’t sure why you were getting so caught up on it in the first place.

You longed to hold his hand. You longed to hold Sam’s hand. But all you could do was sit there in between the two and wait until you finally arrived at the airport. 

Thankfully, Tom was sat with his parents for the flight, which meant you were squeezed in between Sam and Harry. You gave Sam the window seat, knowing you wouldn’t get any sleep yourself. He looked like he wanted to argue when you offered it to him, but ultimately surrendered when he saw the look in your eyes. You compromised for switching halfway through since the flight was so long but even that seemed to be pushing it for him. 

It was funny how Sam was still looking out for you after everything you had done. It was as if it was instinctual to him, to put you before himself. The realization almost made you tear up. Had you cared that much for him too? Or was it all one sided? Either way, you were positive you didn’t deserve him.

-

Dom had chosen Hawai’i as his destination. A controversial choice, given the state of tourism at the moment, but it wasn’t like you had much say in the matter. Sam had confided in you earlier in the trip that he had tried to talk his father out of it but that he couldn’t be swayed. 

“We might as well try to make the most of it,” you argued. “It’s like a once and a lifetime opportunity, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

The flight from Bali to Hawai’i was over twelve hours long which meant that you had roughly six hours to figure out how to entertain yourself before it was time to trade places. You could try to sleep but that meant leaning on Sam and you were almost positive the last thing he wanted was for you to touch him right now. 

You didn’t feel like paying for the in-flight wi-fi so you had to get creative with how to keep yourself busy. You scrolled through your camera roll for a while but it just made you sad. The pictures from the trip were one thing, but then there were all of the ones of you and Sam back at school. The further back you went, the happier you seemed. There was no way that was actually true, it was just putting more distance in between what had happened in the present from the way things were in the past. That, and you had a tendency for romanticizing the past. 

“Did you know flight attendants are trained to take oxygen masks from passengers?”

Harry’s voice from beside you pulled you from your spiral of self-pity almost immediately. You turned to look at him and cocked your head in confusion. 

“What?”

“Like, you know that whole spiel they give you about safety before the plane takes off? And they’re like ‘during the flight, oxygen masks might drop from overhead’?”

“No, I know all of that. Why would they take the masks from passengers? Do they not have their own?”

“They do, but they might need to move around the cabin when that happens in case of an emergency or something, and if that were to be the case, they’re trained to take masks from passengers to oxygenate themselves. They’ll give it back, but in order to do their jobs they might have to borrow one without asking.”

“What if the passenger passes out?”

“Then they’ll be able to help them! Because they’re fully oxygenated.”

You made a face. “I’m glad you’ve got the aisle seat, then.”

Harry shrugged, grinning. “It sounds fucked up, but it’s just logistical. Wanna know something actually fucked up? These seatbelts are practically useless.”

“What?” You weren’t sure if you really wanted to know where he was going with this but your morbid curiosity got the better of you once again. “What do you mean?”

“Well, they help with turbulence and stuff but in the event of a crash, these aren’t going to do shit for us. They’re just here to keep us strapped to the seat so they can identify the corpses by looking at the flight log.”

You sat there in stunned silence as the information Harry had just told you sunk in. 

“That is... so dark,” you said finally. 

“Yeah, but isn’t it interesting?”

“I guess, but why did you have to tell me all of this while we’re in the air?”

“Because it’s relevant!”

You sighed and glanced back at Sam who was asleep and slumped against the window. “Ready to switch?”

It was just a joke but Harry scoffed nonetheless. 

“I’m offended,” he whispered. 

“And I’m traumatized.”

He grinned sheepishly. “My bad.”

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can i please req peter parker x mutant!reader and reader is hypersensitive to sounds because of their ability to control vibrations and maybe? gets super jumpy every time an automatic humidifier pumps and all the avengers keep on catching r climbing peter because of it? 🫶🏻🫶🏻 LOVE YOUR WORK

hello sunshiiiine! i loved this request and it hit super close to home, so a lot of reader's experiences and symptoms are based on mine/my friends. (i missed the part about the controlling vibrations though, but i hope it still fits how you imagined it!) i'm so flattered you like my work 🥰 it means the world

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

peter parker x enhanced! reader (gender neutral)

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use (jokingly), overstim/panic attack, scenes from the conjuring 1 (not really spoilers just horror movie stuff), crackfic elements as always because it's me

w/c: 2.6k

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you winced, as did many of the other avengers. you watched as carolyn’s skin turned ghastly gray and her eyes become a sickly yellow as she became possessed by a demon. you threw a couple more pieces of popcorn into your mouth. 

since joining the avengers, movie nights had become one of your favorite group activities. because of your age and how new you were, it was hard to feel like a part of the team. peter was one of your only solaces. 

“don’t eat all of it!” he hissed, knocking his elbow into yours. you rolled your eyes and threw a piece at his face. it left a grease mark on his cheek. you leaned in to clean it with your mouth.

“you neanderthal,” he whispered, laughing under his breath. he dug his hands in the bowl and grabbed a greedy fist of popcorn. you turned your head to face the screen, shifting under the blanket you were sharing with peter so you could loop your foot around peter’s legs. you often found yourself seeking out peter’s touches; it was comforting to have a physical presence there when you found yourself overstimulated. the tower was always busy, but peter was your constant.

peter was no stranger to overstimulation himself (and no, not in that way; get your head out of the gutter). his heightened spider senses and his adhd had been an inconvenient combo at first, but with help from bruce and tony, he was able to get his senses under control. your senses were much strong than his, to the point where overstimulation could be debilitating. it was all foreign ground to bruce and tony, so as they continued to work on a solution, peter had made it his personal mission to help you adjust and walking you through methods that had helped him.

you were too hyperfixated on watching carolyn tear her own hair out to notice the sappy look on peter’s face as he revered how the artificial light from the tv illuminated half your face. his eyes traveled from your eyelashes and the thin coat of mascara that you’d taught him how to apply for you, to the slope of your nose and the little bump you insisted was unseemly but that he found adorable, to your lips, slightly parted as you were entranced by the horror unfolding on the screen.

wanda, who was comfortably cozied up to vision on peter’s other side, snorted in amusement accompanied by that small nose scrunch of hers. she tapped peter’s shoulder furiously and with more force than necessary to catch his attention. he turned to look at her cautiously as to not move too much and disturb you.

wanda waggled her eyebrows deviously and vision hid his own smug smile. (curse that literal power couple for their perceptiveness.) wanda mouthed something that peter could barely pick up in the dark room. frustratedly, wanda leaned in closer and whispered, “take their hand, you idiot.” vision nodded in agreement, tilting his head towards you and then shaking his head at peter, disappointed. peter couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw vision mouth the word “coward.”

wanda slapped peter’s wrist playfully before cuddling into vision’s chest once more, like nothing had just happened.

peter was pretty sure you could pick up on his heartrate increasing. when you turned to look at him with a concerned look, he took it back. peter was positive you could hear the way his heart was pounding. he only hoped you couldn’t feel the heat rising to his cheeks as well.

“peter?” you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek sweetly. well, shit. there went his second wish. “oh, you’re all warm! is it the movie? do you not like horror movies?”

peter smiled in what looked more like a grimace. “no! i love horror movies, actually! yeah, they’re super great,” he lied, knowing how much you enjoyed them and hoping he could use that as an excuse to watch more movies with you. “i’m just- uh, a little warm. from the blanket.”

reluctantly, peter removed himself from under the blanket and pushed it to you. your face fell, or at least peter thought so, because a moment later, that sweet smile of yours returned. it didn’t do much to help his heart from spasming.

“o-okay! sorry if i made you uncomfortable,” you stammered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. any contact you’d been making with peter had been broken and peter found himself longing for your touch.

“no, it’s not you, it’s actually-”

“can you guys shut up?” rhodey complained from his pillow throne on the ground. “this is the best part.” 

the two of you settled, looking anywhere but each others’ eyes. you slumped into the couch cushions grumpily and faced the screen once more. honestly, peter couldn’t care about ‘the best part.’ he hadn’t really been watching anyways, content with simply basking in your presence. it was the only time he could really admire you without seeming creepy. not that he was creepy at other times or anything.

the screen flashed white and the team jumped, including you. there was screaming and chaos and amidst it all, you’d flinched so hard that you’d frozen into place, eyes wide and glossy, hands clutching your blanket with a vice-like grip that left you trembling. peter could immediately recognize what it was.

you were having an attack of sorts, brought on by the harsh cinematography and the chorus of yelps and screams from the other avengers. now the popcorn bowl in your hands weighed pounds, the blanket on your skin had grown prickles, and the air around you was sending jolts down your spine. you tensed, shoulders coming up to your ears as you rubbed the back of your neck to fight the invisible tickle that was taunting you.

peter whispered your name a couple times, gradually increasing in volume until you were able to fully respond. when he caught sight of you, his face fell at the despondance in your eyes and the sudden quivers of your body. he glanced down at his watch, eyebrows furrowing as he caught the time.

11:30PM, which is when the automatic air purifier turned on for the night. it was a bit loud, which was why it worked at night, but now you were awake and already stressed. he hesitated for a second, hands lingering in the air so could choose whether or not you wanted to be touched, and you leaned into his open arms immediately. he pulled you close and you buried your nose into the fabric of his shirt, taking deep inhales of his detergent and the new york wind that he always smelled like from swinging around.

he rubbed your back, putting pressure on your tense muscles to ground you. you sniffed, squeezing your eyes shut to try and block out at least one sensory stimuli. peter frowned as he felt you continue to shudder sporadically in his arms. he glanced around the room. thankfully, nobody was paying attention to you two. he didn’t think you could handle people crowding you and trying to talk to you right now, even if it was well-intentioned.

“d’you wanna leave?” he muttered near your ear. he felt you shake your head. “no? that’s okay. we can stay here, if that’s what you need. do you want me to hold you or do you not want anything to be touching you?”

peter felt you melt into his touch, like putty. “jus’ want you,” you mumbled, and peter blushed a million shades darker. you said nothing except threaded your fingers through peter’s and squeezing them, hard. he realized that the pressure was grounding you.

“c’mon, get comfy. i’ll stay with you until the movie’s over, okay? just tell me if there’s anything else i can do to make you feel better,” peter mumbled into your hair as you pushed yourself tightly against peter’s body. he’d been having bad luck controlling his physical reactions to you but prayed more than anything that there’d be no action down there. not the time, peter.

“thank you,” you hummed into his neck. this time, it was he who shivered at the hot air you breathed against his bare skin. “you’re warm. please, just… i need you.” you went silent for a moment before peter felt your lips move against his skin again. “you’re everything to me, peter. i lo- thank you.”

peter’s eyes softened and he pursed his lips to stop himself from beaming. you two had always been touchy and affectionate, but never so emotionally vulnerable. all he wanted to do was pick you up and spin you and then kiss you with all the pining he’d been storing from the past few months, but you didn’t need that right now. you just needed him, peter. his presence. so instead, he brought his hands up to stroke your hair and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“i love you too.”

--

you awoke the sound of poorly suppressed giggling, blinking the harsh sunlight from your groggy eyes. nudging peter, who grumbled and only dug his head closer to your chest, you glanced around to find the culprit of the noise. it was sam and bucky, the former holding his phone in front of his face and very obviously videotaping the two of you, while the latter had pulled out a polaroid camera (bucky hadn’t yet figured out how to use a smartphone) and was just now clicking it to capture the two of you in a bright flash.

peter jolted awake at the sound of bucky’s camera. “what the f-”

“language!” steve shouted from the kitchen, always on his game even at seven in the morning. he appeared by the duo’s side with a protein shake in hand and a judgementally, but amused quirked eyebrow directed at the two of you.

“why are you guys even awake?” you groaned, pushing peter off of you. somehow, you’d ended up falling asleep on the couch with peter’s head and torso on top of yours, and your legs draped over his.

“went on a run,” bucky shrugged. “came back to this.”

peter rubbed his eyes, sitting up. “what even- when did we finish the movie?” his morning voice was raspy and endearing and you cursed yourself for the fluttering in your stomach

“we finished the movie, like,” sam checked his phone, “eight hours ago. you guys passed out right before ed and lorraine did their whole ‘we saved the family, hip hip hooray’ thing. there was too much snoring and popcorn grease going on for any of us to bother waking you up.”

“i do not snore,” you insisted, uselessly trying to fix your bedhead.

“i beg to differ,” natasha chimed in, hopping the kitchen counter nonchalantly to sit on a stool with a coffee in hand, not spilling a single drop. “i’m a light sleeper. i could hear you from my room.” you sighed in embarrassment and peter took your hand, rubbing circles into the back of your palm reassuringly. “i knew stark didn’t soundproof my room,” natasha cursed under her breath. “that conniving bitch.”

bucky shook his polaroid a couple times before frisbee-ing it at the two of you. peter snatched it from the air, turning the picture so you could see it too. you had to admit, it was a nice picture. 

“so are you guys, like, together now?” tony strolled in, his silk sleep mask pushed on top of his head like like a headband. how unfortunate it was that the avengers were early risers.

“dude, they’ve been together for like, weeks,” sam rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one foot sassily. “get with the program.”

“we’re not-”

“are you fucking with me, sam?” natasha looked genuinely shocked, on the verge of offended. “they’ve been dating for months now.” when sam didn’t say anything, natasha threw her hands in the air. “these are the mightiest protectors of earth? god, we’re all doomed.” 

“uh, actually-”

“wait, seriously?” tony squealed, clapping his hands together gleefully. “oh my god, this is so cute. i think they’re my new OTP. don’t let wanda and vision hear me say that. wait, what’s their ship name going to be? i ordered customized mugs for wanda and vision’s three week anniversary and it would be unfair for me to not-”

“we’re not together!” you exclaimed, a little louder than you’d intended to. all heads turned to you, even peter’s, as you looked at each avenger in bewilderment. “peter and i are friends. what are you guys smoking? did thor bring asgardian weed or something?” your face quickly fell. “oh shit, were they in the brownies? dude, i had like, three.”

“i don’t think they’re high,” peter whispered to you, gaze flickering to each avenger that now were very confused and slightly perturbed. natasha slowly spun around and returned to drinking her coffee silently. bucky and sam looked at each other.

“well, that’s awkward. FRIDAY, cancel order.” tony pulled the sleeping mask off his head and spun it around on his finger to avoid the thickness in the air. “right. i’m gonna go back to bed.”

peter placed his hand on your jaw to turn your head back to meet his eyes. he was frowning.

“do you- do you remember anything from last night?” he said sadly.

“i-” you wanted to protest. you wanted to lie and say no. but you could never lie to peter. not just because of how he’d helped you last night, but because he was peter. “yeah, i remember what happened.”

“do you remember, uh, what i said? before we fell asleep, i guess?” peter’s eyes dropped to his lap, and you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“yeah. i do. you said you loved me… too. which means you already knew i loved you, huh?” you spoke shyly, looking up at peter through your eyelashes. “love. present tense. ‘cause i… love you. is that okay?”

peter placed his hand on top of yours, the one that was still on his shoulder. he coaxed it off his body and into the grasp of his palm. pulling it to his mouth, he brushed his lips to your knuckles before letting it hover between your chests. “yeah. it’s okay. it’s more than okay, actually. it’s really good. it’s great.”

“it’s super great. i’m glad. i love you,” you giggled, euphoric at the absurdity of the confession. “i had the worst night yesterday,” you breathed, finally able to look into his eyes with as much lovesickness as you wanted. “and you were there. you saved me. like a friendly neighborhood superhero. you’re just… you make me feel safe, peter. i feel comfortable.”

peter’s eyes crinkled as he watched your face break into a sleepy smile. “you make me want to be a better person,” he confessed. “i’m a better person when i’m with you. all i ever want to do is make you comfortable, okay? if you just tell me how… i’ll do it.”

you pouted and sent him a slow, sticky blink. “i love you. i’m so happy i get to say it now. i love you.”

“i love you too,” peter’s eyes were practically shut by how hard he was smiling. “i love you so, so-”

“okay, you guys need to shut up,” rhodey complained, pulling out one of his airpods. “i’m literally listening to indina menzel right now and i can still hear you over her high notes.”

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*Dedicated to @lovehoneypotto.

I grinned expectantly as I threw open the church doors with two jars tucked under my arm. All attention landed on me as I interrupted the congregation - including the glowering eyes of my mother. The priest, who was new, young, and recently graduated from… Bible college, halted his preach. My mother publicly apologized, rising to her feet, but it was too late.

I opened the jars and released the hoard of butterflies and mother into the church. Some elderly women let out screeches, the young children rose from their seat and began chasing them joyously, and some adults just laughed. The members were generally used to my harmless antics; I presumed that some old timers were so used to it that it wasn’t a normal Sunday without a prank of some sort.

A laugh bubbled in my throat as a lovely Easter Tiger Swallowtail, with its black on yellow stripes, landed on my lower arm. I raised it to me. My mother was still attempting to reach me amidst the chaos. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a handsome church boy staring at me.

“Friends,” the priest suddenly boomed, "this young child has given us a gift from the Lord. The Lord gave us nature, and this young, brilliant child has brought one of nature’s gifts to the Lord’s doorstep. Calm yourselves, and let us pray!”

I met the priest’s eyes. How surprising. The old priest always lost his temper and berated me. Embarrassed me. However… the priest would learn. It was his first time around. He was just trying to cover up for his embarrassment. 

I finally stirred so that I could set the jars on an empty bench. The butterfly departed, joining the rest of the flock. A small child came up and grabbed my skirt. I smiled and patted his head.

“Y/n, Y/n! How did you catch them?”

I crouched down to his height amidst the depleting chaos. “Well, you just sit really, rally still around flowers and they land on you. Then you put them in the jar.”

“Can you give me one —"

His mother suddenly yanked him back. “Young lady! Is it not enough for you to disrupt the congregation every Sunday? How dare you speak to my son —“

I was suddenly grabbed by the collar of my shirt. I let out a yelp of pain, coming face to face with my mother. Her face was beet red. “You told me you got a job. You told me that, for once, you were making yourself useful! How f - how dare you disrupt the Lord’s house! Ten - no, twenty lashes are in store!”

The priest pushed his way through the crowd. “Friend," he spoke smoothly. “Are the butterflies not beautiful?”

Tears stung the creases of my eyes. But I didn’t want to let her see me cry. My mother suddenly collapsed on her hands and knees She clasped her hands together and began praying furiously. “Dear Lord, please forgive my heinous child. She knows not what she’s done. Please, hear my prayers, and release her from the devil that holds her captive —“

The priest crouched down as well, praying. I could barely hear him over my crying mother. I took a few steps away. “My Lord, thank you for sending this child with gifts from heaven. Please, bless her and her mother with all of earth’s riches —“

I began to sneer. I couldn’t take it anymore. These snide assholes and their god would not listen, and I had no devil within me. I grabbed my jars and was about to make my exit. I peered over my shoulder one last time.

That handsome church boy was still looking at me.

I sent him a smirk.

~~~

“It… it’s you.”

I raised my head from my spot in the parking lot. I was surprised, when, instead of those ruthless bullies, it was the handsome church boy. He looked nervous. He was wearing his crush on his sleeves.

I took in his figure. He had large arms and callous hands, indicating that he was a working man. His face was pleasant to look at. It was full of youth and demure, with prominent dimples and curly brown hair. He had brilliant blue eyes and his Southern accent was thick.

“Why, hello there, handsome,” I giggled. “Finally worked up the courage to talk to me, huh? I’ve seen you around. We have history together, you know.” 

His cheeks reddened and his foot shuffled, digging into the plot of grass. I was leaning against the lamp post while sitting in the thin strip of grass that separated the parking lot and the front of the school. “I… I noticed. A while ago, actually.”

I sent him a grin and patted the grass in front of him for him to sit. “Spare me a moment of your time, handsome. You must have some if you’re talkin’ to little ol’ me. Does that face of your’s have a name?”

I loved the affect I had on him. Many a time I’ve had confused, shy schoolboys who convinced themselves a girl like me was either worth fixing or worth pursuing. But… this one was worth my time. He was handsome,, after all. I’d certainly noticed him before and how he stared at me in class.

“I’m Arvin. Arvin Russell. Your ma and my grandma and sister go to church together,” he introduced, jutting his hand out.

I took it slyly, firmly shaking. “Pleasure to meet ya, Arvin Russell. You’re funny. Don’t you also go to church with your grandma and sister?”

His cheeks flushed further. “Well, uh, I mean, yes, ma’am. But I don’t really want to. Especially with that new priest. I’m not a god-worshipping man, and attending church is a god-worshipping activity,” he explained.

My eyebrows raised. “Well ain’t that something special. I ain’t ever met a man who isn’t god-worshipping or god-fearin’. You’re something special, Arvin Russell. Something special indeed.”

An impish smile stretched across his face. “I take it you’re not much of a godly woman yourself.”

“Can you tell?” I laughed. “Well… Ain’t that your sister coming out of the front? I’ve noticed that you drive her home every day.”

He perked up and peered over his shoulder. He stumbled to his feet, and I mimicked his movements, grabbing his upper arm. The plush cotton shirt was soft under my skin and his aged overalls suited him well. He turned back to me, staring at my hand.

“I didn’t realize you… noticed me,” he stuttered. “I really have to go now. There’s some nasty men out there that go around hurting my baby sister —“

“I know, I know. But before ya go… Are ya busy tonight?”

He gave me a peculiar stare. “Well - no, most people wouldn’t be.”

“Great!” I interrupted. “That means you can join me tonight. Meet me in the forest tonight. I’ll show you how to really live life to the fullest, Arvin Russell. You’re something special.”

“Where?”

“You go to the church. Go through the grave yard to your immediate left. Once you come across my pa’s grave, F/n L/n, go right into the forest there. Got it?”

“Y - yes, ma’am.”

“You’re a polite boy, Arvin Russell. Now, go take care of your baby sister.” He began pulling away, but as he did so, I grabbed his jaw and turned his head, placing a kiss on his soft cheek. He was absolutely stunned, and I swore that I’ve never made a man redder in my life. 

I pulled away, sending him one last grin. I crossed my arm ad sent him a flirtatious wave. His jaw dropped and he nodded and waved, but he took off like the wind. My gaze followed him as he went to a red car. His sister, who had apparently seen the scene, was giggling and teasing the boy viciously. 

I had never seen a man drive off faster than he did.

When he’d left, my excitement died. I returned to my sitting position. And I continued to wait for my mother. She always put off picking me up because she hated me. She’d never said it to my face, but… it was clear. She said that ‘it slipped her mind.’ But I knew better.

So, I waited.

~~~

I skidded down the base of the tree and hopped onto the ground. The grass and shrubbery crunched under my bare feet. My shoes had been abandoned by my father’s grave, where I kept my belongings while I went wild. It was habit.

In the distance, I recognized Arvin’s red car’s headlights pulling up to the church. The car stopped and the man stepped out. As soon as the headlights went out, a small speck turned on. Arvin had clearly brought a flashlight with him. Silly boy.

His pace was quick as he dashed across the graveyard. He was quite clumsy, tripping over plots of land on occasion. The flashlight jostled in his grasp as he approached.

Suddenly, the flashlight was on me. His pace slowed. There had been a previous panic to his movements, as though he expected me to make a fool out of him by not showing up at all. I shielded my eyes from the light boring onto me. He stopped in front of me, finally realizing to pull the flashlight away.

“Hello there,” I silkily greeted, sending him a reassuring smile.

I was wearing loose clothes; a skirt with no leggings underneath - my mother would have a hissy fit if she found out -, men’s boots which I had stolen from the previous priest, and my father’s old suit shirt, which was dirty and thin from usage. I crossed my arms and leaned toward him as he stumbled over his own greeting.

“Hello there, ma’am.”

“As cute as you are, Arvin Russell, it’s Y/n L/n to you. We’re friends, aren’t we? No need for such politeness,” I giggled.

“Yes, m - Y/n.” He shifted his weight. “So what are we doing here?”

I snatched the flashlight from him and turned it off, letting us use only the moonlight as our guide. “I’m goin’ to show you how to really live,” I started. “All you folk who stay inside all day unless you’re working… you aren’t really appreciating nature like you should. I’m going to show you what it’s like to live without societal pressures.” My fingers ghosted over his wrist. “No rules.” I grabbed his wrist. “You’re completely free, boy.”

Even in the darkness, I could tell he was blushing from how he tensed under my hold. I dropped the flashlight by the base of the tree. “Wait, we can’t see —“

“Yes we can,” I insisted. “The moon and her stars are out.”

Before he could reply, I took off, pulling him with me. I maneuvered around dense trees. He let out a shout of shock. I recognized his reluctance and let go. But I still ran. I ran like the wind.

“Hey, wait!” he called after me. 

I finally heard his footsteps thudding to follow. I let out a laugh as I weaved around another oak. I knew the woods like the back of my hand. I knew where I was going, and Arvin Russell knew I was going somewhere.

I heard him laugh, too, as he panted to keep up. The forest was silent and asleep except for out footsteps as the forest expanded. I knew where I was going. And I couldn’t wait to show Arvin.

His footsteps were right behind me, and I heard him gasp out a plea to slow down. His fingers wrapped around my arm. I laughed and suddenly swerved to him, recognizing the puddle of mud beneath us. His chest collided with me and I burst into giggles as we tumbled to the grassy terrain. 

I let out an ‘oof’ as his weight rested against me. He immediately scrambled to remove himself from me. He was still panicked, and I couldn’t have that. Instead, I pushed his right arm and pushed him to the muddy ground. Mud splashed on his overall person and me as I straddled him. I grabbed his shoulders and leaned over him.

For a moment, I wondered if I was making a mistake by inviting him. But when the moonlight illuminated his exhausted features and I saw that twinkle in his eyes, I knew I did not. 

He burst out into laughter, playfully pushing at my arm. “You’re batshit crazy, woman! Why, I’ve never met someone like you and I never well! Why, hell…”

I leaned closer to his face. His eyes crinkled out of joy and he turned his head, spitting out some mud-filled saliva. A smile graced his handsome features and I pressed a bold kiss to his forehead. “Damn right you won’t ever meet another person like me. I’m as real as they get, Arvin Russell. You should feel honored that you’re here, covered head to toe in mother nature’s shit.”

He snickered. All of his demureness had washed away. His hand reached up and he slipped a strand of hair behind my ear. I hummed and leaned into his hair. When he pulled away, I did the same, combing his soft brown locks out of his face.

“Nature’s shit,” he repeated. “Never gonna see mud the same again.”

“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. After tonight, tomorrow… After you’ve met me, you ain’t her gonna see the world the same again. You got it, Arvin Russell?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he hummed. “And I hope I never do.”

I swooped my head closer. A silence fell over us and all that indicated we were even here was our labored pants. I noticed his gaze sweeping across my face and he was staring at my lips with a hunger. As tempting as it was to kiss the handsome boy, he had to earn his keep once and for all. He had to earn his worth.

I suddenly pulled away and rolled off him. Arvin propped himself up on his elbows. “Where are we, anyways?” he inquired as I offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. He dusted off the larger mud clots on his pants off, and they splattered on the ground.

I tilted my head. “Wouldn’t you like to know, handsome? I’ll have you know, I know these woods like the back of my hand. So don’t you worry for even a second that I don’t know the path.” I pursed my lips, observing both of our filthy attire. “Now, we’re covered head to toe in mother nature’s shit, and I intend to do something about it. Come along, Arvin Russell. We’ll get cleaned up right away.”

I grabbed his wrist and began pulling him along. He laughed again, much more at ease. He tugged at his arm so that my hand fell into his. He interweaved our fingers, squeezing tightly. “Do ya live around here?”

“No. We’re solving this issue the old-fashioned way. Or, at least, my way,” I answered, rubbing my thumb over his callous hand.

We held hands, walking side by side. Ahead was a clearing that led to the river. The rushing water sang. It was oh-so very tempting. I pulled him into the clearing and down to the dirt edge. He suddenly pulled his hand away. “Wait, isn’t it freezing?”

“What, are ya scared, Arvin Russell?” I said, turning to face him as I backed into the rushing water.

“Well, no —“

“Then get the hell in here, ya pussy!” I exclaimed cheerfully as I stepped ankle-deep into the water. Out of habit, I felt the world floating above me and I fell back. I splashed, the world enveloping me completely. I let the water hug my entire body, only my fingers and toes above water. I closed my arms and smiled as the mud drifted from my clothes. 

Although it was muffled, I heard more splashes as Arvin entered the river as well. My body began drifting and I finally started floating down the stream. I finally emerged, floating on my back as I tried to plant my feet on the ground. I let out a gasp as my foot slipped, but Arvin grabbed my arm, pulling me to his chest.

I planted my arms around his waist and met his panicked, nervous expression. He still had yet to submerge his upper chest and face, so as we gazed into one another’s eyes, a mischievous idea crossed my mind. His eyes widened at my smirk, as though he immediately detected that I was thinking something.

“Why are ya looking at me like that, Y/n?”

I stroked his cheek. “Well… You may be no god-worshipper, but you still show up, don’t ya? I’m thinking. You’ve been baptized in the name of god. But I think, to truly initiate you into this one-person club of mine, I need to baptize you in the name of yourself. Of nature. Of the flow energy around us,” I remarked in anticipation.

His cheeks reddened. “Are you serious?”

“Never been more so.”

I pushed at his chest and stepped away. I replaced my hand on the small this back, holding him at a side-angle. He didn’t think anything of it, succumbing to my madness. His knees buckled enough so that only his head was above water.

“In the name of me and you and mother nature’s holy ghost, I bless you with a lifetime of freedom and joy and beauty. A lifetime where you flourish in a way that nobody else ever will. You, Arvin Russell, will blossom into a beautiful person with this gift. I bestow upon you the holy ghost of free spirit,” I improved loudly.

I paused for a moment before starting to pull his head and upper chest underwater. His eyes were closed. I held him there for a minute, admiring his handsomeness. His spirit. And then I pulled him up again.

His strong hand grabbed my arm and used my body to stand upright once more. That sparkle in his eyes had never been so prominent. We were chest to chest, the water rushing past our bodies. I held onto his shirt, as the pull was strong. But, in this moment, I knew. 

“Arvin Russell, you’re something special. Something special indeed.”

He seemed bewitched. Enchanted. Our faces grew closer. And this time, I let the kiss happen. I led him into the kiss. He was sloppy and inexperienced; just how I liked it. He was so naive. So sweet. So innocent. And yet, there was that fire in him that I’ve been searching for my whole life.

Arvin Russell, you fascinated me.

I suddenly lost my footing. My body submerged in the water, and I pulled Arvin down with me. Water swarmed into my lungs, but I paid it no heed. The water began to pull our bodies down the stream. Both of us were completely submerged, but our eye contact remained.

He was panicked. Scared. But, as I gazed into his eyes, it all seemed to vanish. He was letting me lead him without question.

Our bodies washed up on the shore. Both of our bodies immediate reaction was to throw up the water. However, we both broke out into a fit of laughter. Him, laying on top of me, and me, breathless from his beauty. When we finally caught our breath, I broke my attention away from him, observing our surroundings.

We had washed upon shore. However, the river raged even louder; we were almost at the waterfall. The moon was our lamppost and our surroundings were oh-so clear. We were already soaked to the bone, so of course a certain something came to mind.

Arvin stumbled to his feet and helped me up. The smooth, light stones crunched under my bare feet. It felt like marbles massaging my toes. Arvin held my hand. There wasn’t an ounce of fear or regret in his eyes. He didn’t have to tell me. I already knew he was living.

“Where next?” he gasped, spitting out some more water.

I didn’t reply, pulling him along the shore bank. The roaring grew louder until we came face to face with waves crashing off a cliff. The terrain was jagged and rocky, having a natural wall built, only letting the water through. His eyes widened, as though connecting the dots.

I looked at him expectantly. “Care to voice your concerns?”

Surprisingly, he shook his head. “I trust you. You’re crazy, but god… you’re a genius.”

My heart skipped a beat and butterflies swarmed in my stomach. Not wanting to allow my thoughts to get all muddled, I jumped into the ravine. My feet wee planted against the dirt and rock floor. My legs were strong. Many a day I had jumped from the waterfall and plunged into nature’s tears below. 

Arvin stood beside me. He grabbed my hand. He was nervous, but he trusted me. We stared over the edge, the water glimmering and reflecting the sky above. It was still, unmoving. The small lake below called to us like a mother to her newborn baby.

“One,” I counted, "two… three!”

Our feet lifted off the edge. The wind rebelled and fought against us, a fiery cushion against our faces. For a moment, the adrenaline left me paralyzed. But as I gained control of my body, I tightened my grip of Arvin’s hand and I pulled my knees to my chest. Arvin let out a terrified, guttural holler. A tribal escaped from my throat as well as the water grew nearer.

As we were about to collide, we shut our mouths and buried our heads in our chest. The water hurt for but a moment, but it was quickly soothed as our bodies sunk into the water. Our fingers almost drifted apart, but Arvin’s arm shot out and grabbed my wrist.

I let my legs disconnect from my stomach and I opened my eyes. The water was murky and dark. I began kicking my feet, and the moment my head emerged from the water, I pulled Arvin up with me. His head emerged and he panted heavily, the fear slowly escaping his expression. My heart thudded, pounded, in my chest. I swore that, if I didn’t have a rib cage, it would’ve jumped from my chest.

I rotated my body so that I could float on my back. Arvin mirrored my movements, floating beside me effortlessly. Peace and comfort washed over me as I stared at the star-lit sky. The waterfall echoed around us, waves crashing over the cliff. The moon twinkled in the sky, as though it was congratulating us on our bravery.

“That was…” he trailed off, kicking his foot.

“Yes, it was,” I finished. “But it’s only just begun, Arvin Russell. The first day of the rest of your life starts now.”

“If it’s with you, I can’t wait.”

Silence fell over us. Unanimously, we mustered the strength to swim to shore. When we walked out, the weight of the water dripping from my bodice weighed me down. I felt no anxiety as I unbuttoned my soaked shirt and let my skirt fall to the ground. At the same time, Arvin kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

It was tense, but in a good way. We plopped on the rocky ground and held hands. His hands were soft with wrinkles. I leaned my head on his firm shoulder. I often spent my days and nights like this; but never with someone else. Never with him. And that made all the difference.

We fell back on the grass.

“Do you… have places to be tomorrow?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Never. This, here, with you, is my home.”

“Then… can we stay here the rest of the night?”

“Of course, Arvin Russell. ‘Was already planning on it, boy.”

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Nicknames (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Reader thinks through Peter’s different nicknames and her experiences with them.

Warnings: Robbery scene, not too graphic violence wise but weapons are described.

A/N: HI! Still in my Peter feels. This was sort of inspired by that name/nickname tiktok trend going around! This is one of my favorite fics I’ve written so I’m really proud. If you like it, don’t be scared to reblog!

Everyone had nicknames. They’re your favorite part of someone. Finding out about past nicknames, and the backstories that come with them. Giving someone a new nickname was always fun. 

Maybe that’s why Peter was so fun. He had 4. 

Peter.

“Peter Parker.” Mr. Harrison called from the front of the class. 

Peter’s brown hair bounced as his head snapped up from his notebook. Maybe nobody else noticed, but Peter’s been writing in that specific notebook a lot lately. You often spot him in the library or chemistry class nose deep inside the notebooks scribbling away. Was he doodling? Or was he just incredibly passionate about note-taking?

“Yes, Mr. Harrison?” Peter questioned, his hand holding his pencil freezing in place. You couldn’t exactly make out what was half haphazardly scribbled on the inside of the spiral-bound book. 

Mr. Harrison adjusted his green coat slightly. “What is a pneumatic system? Bonus points if you can name some benefits from this system. Actually. No, scratch that. Everyone gets 100’s on the quiz tomorrow if Peter gets this correct.” 

Any side conversations that were happening came to a screeching halt. All eyes were on Peter. If you were put in this situation, you’d break under all the pressure. Bodies that were previously turned had now spun around to stare at Peter. After a brief moment, Peter’s cheeks matched the red fabric of his Iron Man sweater. You can’t imagine how embarrassing and terrifying this is for him.

Peter clears his throat, “Well, a pneumatic system is a type of system that uses compressed air to transmit power. The compressed air can be used as a piston or a vane. As for the benefits, many prefer pneumatic systems because of the easy maintenance. Any power outages are a lot less impactful given there is compressed air in the tank.” Peter paused, taking a breath. He took the moment to brush a few thin strands of hair out of his face. “They’re also a safer system, as electricity is almost entirely removed from the equation. Less risk of shocks, explosions or fires.” Peter finishes.

The silence from moments prior washes over the robotics classroom once again. Many students surrounding the room held their breath, awaiting Mr. Harrison’s response to Peter’s answer. 

Mr. Harrison smiled. “Very good job, Peter. Everyone, thank sure to thank Peter on your way out. He just saved some of you guys’ grades,” Many students released a breath they didn’t know they were holding

You have to say, despite not knowing Peter. You were thoroughly impressed. 

Petey.

After the ‘Great Pneumatics Fiasco’ of Mr. Harrison’s class, you took the chance to know Peter. You both had a lot more in common than you thought. Which leads Peter to ask you on a date. Which then snowballed into being asked to be your girlfriend. 

And now you’re here, laying on his old bed in the corner of Queens that he calls home. The cramped apartment with mustard-colored walls was rather charming. The shelves were stocked full of tiny knick-knacks that May swore were her good luck charm. Peter had been embarrassed by his Aunt, who was chatting your ear off. However, you didn’t mind one bit. You could tell where Peter got his talkative nature from. You also noticed that May shared Peter’s sense of politeness. The second you two walked into the apartment, May insisted on cooking some brownies for you two to munch on. 

That idea went south, however. The apartment was full of smoke. Semi-clearing out the apartment was a 3 person job. May was armed with yesterday’s newspaper. Her thin arms were flapping next to the kitchen’s smoke detector. Peter was on living room duty. He was armed with a blue embroidered throw pillow that was previously positioned snugly on the couch. His muscular frame was stood on top of the arm of the couch.

“Petey, are you seriously wearing your sneakers on the arm of the couch right now.” May continued waving the black and white papers above her head. “You’re going to get city people urine on the couch now!” You giggled at this comment.

Peter whined, “Maaaay. What did I say about you calling me that in front of people? Ned uses it to get my attention now.”

You do remember the time you two were walking in the school halls, hand in hand. Suddenly, behind you, you heard a sing-song voice whisper yelling ‘Petey’. You had shrugged it off to Flash. Obviously, you were wrong.

“I dunno, Petey, I kinda like it.” You smiled.  During the burnt brownie antics, you had found yourself atop one of the mix-matched dining room chairs. You had a paper plate in hand, waving it next to the smoke detector. “I think it has a ring to it. I’ll probably start using it more often. Thank you, May for the adorable nickname.” Through the thin cloud of smoke by your face, you could make out Peter’s face cringing. 

“See Petey! I knew I had a reason to like her.” Peter’s only response was to groan. 

Spiderman.

It was a cold summer evening. Although New York could get hot during the hours of the day, that was mostly due to the dark streets and surrounding concrete. As the sun set and a breeze kicked in, nighttime could be rather chilly. Which is why you were internally yelling at yourself. You’d forgotten a cardigan. 

Your cardigan had more than one purpose, other than protecting your soft skin from the nipping New York summer breeze. It also covered up the strap of the cross-body bag you carried everywhere. It was a small, slim, peach bag that only carried the essentials. Your phone, wallet, and a list of emergency phone numbers in case your phone died. New York was famous for its glamorous, movie-like charm. However, it was also a pool of violent crimes and other unfortunate incidents. You were well aware of how evil people would find anything to grab if they wanted to kidnap or harass someone. Hence, you always took the chance to cover the strap to your bag to prevent any situation from happening. 

If only that cardigan could save you now. 

“Hey, lady,” A tall man with a 5 ‘o’clock shadow tugged on the leather strap of your bag. The force from the pull whipped you around, your face meeting the chest of this man. He was clad in all black. A simple black tee shirt and black cargo pants. Lord knows what’s in any of those pockets. A knife? Gun? Pepper spray? “You got anythin’ in here that might spike my interest?”

You struggle to find your voice. “N-no, sir.”

That answer wasn’t enough for him. He tugged the strap harder, pulling the pouch of the bag closer to him. Quickly, he ripped open the pouch and searched through it. A sinister, toothy smile slowly spread on the lower portion of his face.

His hand dips into the pouch and pulls out your phone. “This yours?” You nod. He presses the power button, a photo of you and Peter illuminating his face in the night. He chuckled darkly. “This your boyfriend? Shame. He’s not here to save you now.” A small rustle from behind him filled the silence where you couldn’t speak. Terror held your voice captive. The sound of a tin can rolling followed. Stupid New York rats. 

Yet a shadowy figure appeared behind the tall man. Your eyes widened, fearing it was one of his friends here to help finish the job. The figure tapped the man on the shoulder.

“Uh, hi there Mr. Robber Man. I’m gonna take a guess and say you don’t know her.” The robber whips around, dropping your phone face up on the ground. The impact causes your phone to turn on again. The screen brightness lights up the dark street, revealing the figure to be Spiderman.

“Spiderman?” Your voice finally stops betraying you. The sound that came from your lips was more than a mere squeak, shock and fear still grasping your vocal cords. The man had released your purse strap from his tight grip, giving you some room to back up from the violent scene that rapidly started in front of you.

The red and blue-hued superhero was fist fighting the stranger. Punches were thrown, and kicks were shared. Now, instead of your voice betraying you, it was your legs. No matter how badly you wanted to sprint away from the scene; your legs were frozen in place. After a few short minutes, and only after you had backed up a few feet; was the fight over. Spiderman had managed to web the man to the brick wall that had been beside you during the initial interaction.

“A-are you okay? Did he touch you? Hurt you at all. I came as soon as I heard his voice booming from a couple of blocks down.” Spiderman’s once confident voice was now filled with anxiety. Questions and apologies were spilling from his mouth and it was too much to understand.

You blink for the first time in what feels like forever. “Spiderman.” Your mouth stayed agape after finishing your brief comment. 

The body of the vigilante suddenly enveloped you in a tight hug. 

“I’m here now.” He says, the voice suddenly sounding all too familiar. 

Bug Boy.

It had been a few months since your near mugging late that summer night. Peter had revealed his entire vigilante career to you. Was it a lot to take in? Most definitely. Yet, he had understood. Any questions you had asked, he was more than willing to answer. Peter was transparent with you about the gig. He described the risks he faced and the rewards that made it worth it. He shared stories about his favorite villains and the most petty crime he had stopped. 

Did it take time to adjust? Yes. But you came around and embraced his passion like one of your own. And that’s how Peter began stopping by your bedroom window after late-night patrols. The first time he did it, he wasn’t able to stop the villain and it resulted in a casualty. He needed someone to talk to. As time went on, they just became frequent ‘because I miss you’ visits. 

This time was no different. 

You opened the window, the sharp winter wind blowing furiously onto your exposed skin. It was 3:09 in the morning and you had no complaints. The familiar spandex-clad body crawled into your small bedroom, thousands of snowflakes following him in. Once he found himself all the way in, he turned around and hustled to shut your black curtains. Your light was already on, so the lack of moonlight didn’t create a pitch-black environment.

He removed his mask. “Hey there beautiful.” Peter’s fluffy brown hair stuck up. It was your favorite part of the Spiderman job. Peter always looked cute post-patrol. 

“Hey there, Bug Boy.” You smiled warmly at him. He was already beginning to strip himself of his suit. Although you’d been dating for closer to a year, you could never quite get used to the sight that was Peter Parker’s body.  If you could etch his unremarkable figure into your brain forever, you would. 

Peter noticed your oogling. “Something I can help you with?”

“Nope.” Your smile still hasn’t left your face. In fact, a slight blush was beginning to tint your cheeks. “Just admiring my Peter. My favorite Petey. My hero Spiderman. The only Bug Boy in my life.”

Peter chuckled. “That’s my name...don’t wear it out,”

You joined him in laughing, “Maybe I will.”

#mcu #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel masterlist #marvel fanfiction #peter parker #spiderman #tom holland #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #reader #reader x peter parker #self insert #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman no way home #marvel studios #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #nicknames #writing #fan blog #fan #fandom

[shayyprasad]

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angst: ✮ fluff: ♡ hurt/comfort: ○ spicy/smut: ➳

series:

none yet!

drabbles/concepts:

none yet!

headcanons:

game - how you and clay became you and clay. (♡)

oneshots:

none yet!

updated 4/21/2024

#clay jensen x y/n #clay jensen fanfic #clay jensen imagine #clay jensen fluff #tom holland x reader #13rw self insert #13rw #13 reasons why #thirteen reasons why

[circusgoth-dotcom]

phase 1!keaton: who are you? phase 3!keaton: i'm you from the future, everything is fucked phase 1!keaton: and you??? deadpool!keaton: i'm you but with superpowers and also i'm really fucking angsty

#q'd #circus scripts #self ship shitpost #self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert oc #self insert x canon #self x canon #oc x canon #i had to look at the wiki to remind myself what films are in what phases of the mcu and it has speculated titles past the current phase #(which i think is phase 4 or phase 5??) #and wayyy into the future at phase *8* (2031-2033) is the title ''spider-man: home sweet home'' #and gods ik it's just speculation but no! i don't want a fourth tom holland spider-man film! the 3 we got were pretty good imo! #add a fourth one and spider-man films being trilogies is ruined!! #🌟🤖.s/i #🌟⛈️.s/i #🌟🎧.s/i #🖤❌.s/i

[hayleyg0022]

"Its just a photo shoot!!"

hey guys, this is my first post. I wanted to make imagines because I never find what I want to read so my page may be all over the place character wise.

Summary~ You and Tom are a new couple to strike Hollywood (or idk the internet, you get me) you've just come out as official and people want to see you together. So tom convinces you to have a photoshoot with him for Peoples magazine. (The use of she/her pronouns)

Warnings~ none, just fluff

"Come on please" Tom begs

You shake your head looking at the dress in your hands

"Tom you know I hate tight clothes, I don't Ike how I fit in them" you frown a bit

Tom comes to hug your waist. He draws little circles on your hips. "Love, trust me when I say you look amazing no matter what your in" he looks at you with a goofy ass smile and you can't help but blush and smile back.

"Fine, but on one condition" you turn to face him now

"And that is?"

"You have to take me to an amusement park like you said you would last weekend" you smile at him

"Fine, fine you win well go to your amusement park tomorrow after the shoot" he grabs your dress to admire it a bit

-2 hours later-

Turns out you actually love this photoshoot. You just glow and really clicked well with the photographers. Tom of course looked amazing next to you, you kept thinking how you got so lucky.

"Well thats a wrap, thank you so much y/n and tom for your time" the tall woman says walking towards you and Tom

"Of course, I'm happy to give the people what the want" tom winks at you

The woman chuckles and looks at you now, your clearly a bit shy still "girl you were amazing and you just shine through the camera, good job"

You smile and hold onto toms hand now walking to the dressing rooms. Afted you change you meet up with him outside

"So how about we move our theme park date up to now" you say

"Hmm, I'm not sure darling. How about you..." he looks around for a second. "Race me to the car" he bolts. You start running to catch up with him just smiling to yourself and how much you love everything.

so yes I know cringe, first story every as I said. So I hope you enjoy and ill keep improving. And everyone reading this is sexy and deserves all the love in the world.

#tom holland #photoshoot #reader #amusmentpark #self indulgent #self insert

[softie-rain]

how do you think tom would act if he had a crush on actress reader during tbosas. and during press ppl keep saying omfg he’s blushing and laughing at everything y/n is saying even if it wasn’t all that funny😭

Small note: ok for the record (this isn't aimed to you in particular dear anon!) I'm not taking requests on y/n fics but like if you wanna drop a thought like this you can, it's highly welcomed!! (though I'm not that good with self insert cause I haven't done it in two years really 😭) anon I promise ily

Tom honestly acts kind of shy on camera when he's not acting so I feel like he'd laugh a lot at the reader's jokes even if they're so bad (as you said), and keeps bring her up in the interviews for no reason too?? Kind of like Rachel with Josh or Zendaya with Tom Holland kinda thing (and he's not even dating her yet!!) And he probably thinks he's so subtle about it [Rachel 100% teases him about it 😭] but when he realises what he's doing, maybe he laughed a bit to loud and everyone else was quiet, he'd get so embarrassed and try to play it off as cool (spoiler he failed)

ALSO he 100% brings the reader coffee (or whatever she has for breakfast) on set every morning. Like he'd do it with everyone but on your order he'd probably write something like "for y/n" with lots of hearts, or stars, or just any random doodle he can think of.

And without realizing a lot of his insta posts about tbosas include photos of the reader and the fans obviously notice so and the comments are just "he's so in love" or stuff like that, and the funny thing is that the reader would be so oblivious too

I can see him buying her gifts for any occasion he can think of really and she's like "no he's just being nice guys I swear"

I hope this was good?? Idk??? ALSO I don't usually do it with the actors so if you really wanna drop an ask like this one the characters would be preferred (: [again, dear anon don't worry about it, I never specified before it so this time it's fine <3][lol it sounded like a threat sorry]. As usual I do not know how to not dwell so last thing last: if you drop any thoughts you won't be getting a fic (sorry guys ily) but more kind of headcanons or small scenarios? Like I did here (: This one's particularly bad cause I cannot write with irl people. Lol. I DON'T WANNA BE RUDE I'M SORRY

#coriolanus snow #tom blyth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x fem!reader #tom blyth x yn

[flodaya]

another big L for tom holland self insert fanfic enthusiasts

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

wedding ring on erik's left ring finger on the podcast (and no other rings on him like usual someone in the comments mentioned it and he or seph responded with a lil eye emoji lmaooo) and idk what it is but whenever i find out an erotic audio or RP creator has a partner/spouse it makes it weird to listen to their erotica/boyfriend rp/girlfriend rp for me even though i know they are acting/playing a character(s). idk idk why that is cause it's like i can watch zendaya and tom holland for one example acting in roles where they date/sleep with other people (or insert any mainstream actual actors) and i figure in theory a ton have a partner of course and i can still listen to those audio creators' non-romantic work without becoming aware of how weird bf/gf rp is but the second i have actual confirmation that the creator of that boyfriend roleplay smooching in my ear has a partner/spouse i'm suddenly super self aware of how weird boyfriend rps are????? idk why lol??? does this happen to anyone else like i don't understand myself lol?

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #confessions

[distantdarlings]

BATED BREATH // p.parker

RATING: PG-13 / 2.2K WORDS

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - After a fight with your parents, who happen to be the Toomes, and your twin sister, Liz, you find yourself at a long-time acquaintance and current class project partner's house. You vent to him and soon find yourself admitting more than you meant to. (Angst, Romance)

+ WARNINGS - Language, angst, mentions of self-hate, kissing.

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Beautiful Hell - Adna

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The brown-haired boy before you sat comfortably on his bed. He looked like he belonged right there: in a teenage boy's room with a loving aunt in the other room. He had a place. You didn't. It was hard to come here every other day just to see things you had only dreamed of, being someone else's reality. It didn't feel fair to you. Fuck, life wasn't fair to you. Life hadn’t been fair to him either. As wonderful as Aunt May was, I’m sure he ached for his actual parents and his Uncle Ben every day. 

"Peter?" 

"Yeah?"

You didn't answer. You felt like the younger boy had better things to do than listen to you bitch about your home life. It wasn't ideal but it could be so much worse, you knew that. You wondered if Peter would even listen if you did speak about it. The two of you were only here together over a class project. It wasn’t like you guys were friends. Or maybe you were? You weren’t sure. It seemed like Peter enjoyed hanging out even outside of working on this project, but you weren’t sure if that was false hope or reality. You wanted him to think you were friends. You’d known each other since primary school and had hung out socially plenty of times but always with other people. 

You wanted so desperately for someone to take you within their arms and whisper into your ear, telling you sweet lies and crazy dreams. You had reached the point in your life where you preferred a lie to a truth, especially now since the truths in your life seemed more like something that might happen in a television show. You were just tired of having to stand these problems yourself, you wanted someone to hold your hand tightly against the crash of the waves.

Though you didn't speak, Peter seemed to realize it wasn't because you didn't want to. It was because you couldn't. Some things didn't need to be spoken aloud, though. They were just known to be off-limits. The gorgeous boy rose to his feet and came to stand just before you. His eyes were trained on your hands but he did not move.

“Is it…your dad?” he spoke, barely above a whisper. Your eyes found his collarbone, then his chin, then eventually his eyes. Both of your eyes seemed to flicker back and forth instead of sticking. Your stomach churned at the question. 

Your father tended to focus too harshly on his work. He was never home, he was never happy when he was. Your mother never spoke to you anymore, just a quick ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye,’ in passing. She missed your father, you knew this. You missed him too. You had no relationship with either of them any longer. And hearing Peter talk about how great your sister was constantly slowly pulled you away from her, as well. The two of you never had much of a relationship in the beginning, but the small tinges of jealousy that ripped at your heart every time Peter mentioned her made the distance between you even larger. That was wrong, you knew it. But you couldn’t help it. You felt like no one was on your side. 

You were a person who had a constant desire to be loved. You wanted to be touched and spoken to with gentle words and soft lips. You wanted those words to be spoken against his skin with a pillow-soft touch placed there by a boy like Peter. Jesus, you just wanted to be loved as equally as you loved.

"I don't know if I’m worth all this worry, Peter," you joked, refusing to make eye contact. The past few weeks with Peter doing nothing but laughing and working and enjoying each other’s company. It had been perfect, having someone tend to every emotional need you had without worrying solely about their physical needs, but Peter deserved someone ten times what you were, and that frustrated you. You had finally accepted you wanted Peter, but he was much too nice for your dirty, ugly soul. When you’d come to the younger's house with your attitude miserable and your clothes like some kind of delinquent, it had solidified what you’d already believed to be the truth. You weren't on Peter’s level in any sense of the word.

"What do you mean?" Peter spoke slowly. He touched a curved fingertip to the back of your hand. You wondered what the younger saw when he looked at the bruises painted beneath your eyes. Did he see a delinquent? Did he see some stupid kid only half-worthy of his pity? Tears welled in your eyes. Was all of this because Peter pitied you? Stupid, poor kid getting screwed over by a goody-two-shoes sounded like the most cliche film plot of all time.

"You could do so much better than me, and I—" you choked on your words, embarrassed of what you’d just said. “I mean, with the project and all—you could get a better partner and I think you hanging out with me is making my sister dislike you.” You didn't want to cry in front of Peter. You didn't want pity, you just wanted Peter, without him having any feelings for your sister. Peter’s head dipped down to meet your eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he spoke, the concern on his face prevalent. “What’s all of this about? I’m sorry for asking about your dad, I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

“No, it’s not that, Peter—”

“Then what is it? Whatever it is, I’ll be here, I promise,” he spoke gently, pressing his hands to your shoulders, his finger squeezing gently. The feeling was soothing and only coaxed the tears out even more. You let out a choked sob and felt a few tears slip down your cheek.

“I…,” you started, your voice cracking under the weight of the tears. His eyes never left yours. “I like you, Peter… like, a lot. And every time you talk about Liz, it physically hurts me. I’ve had a crush on you for forever. I’ve watched you pine after her for years…and I get it, I really do. She’s absolutely gorgeous and absolutely perfect. I know that I’m nothing like her, but I wish you’d look at me that way. I’m in love with you, Peter.”

The younger placed his hand on the back of your neck and gently lowered your head down to his shoulder. It took a lot for you to break down but you figured after having to bottle everything up for so long, it was about time you vented. Your arms slowly wrapped around Peter’s waist in a tight embrace as the tears spilled from your eyes. You were embarrassed by this, to say the least, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from the boy. The tips of his fingers were slowly tracing the length of your spine and shoulder blades in an attempt to comfort you. 

It took a while but eventually, the world stilled. Your breaths evened out and the tears on your cheeks dried. The only movement in the room was that of Peter’s hands still following their path up and down your back. Soft breaths were heard and heartbeats pounded against chests—it was easily the most intimate moment you had ever experienced. It had taken you a while to realize it, but boyfriends and friends and school didn't fill the void that had been left in your heart. You weren't quite sure what exactly did, but Peter came pretty damn close to whatever it was. For the first time in a long time, your chest felt full. Your pulse beat against your throat and wrists and it wasn't because of some stupid boy you’d been messaged by late at night, it was because of a boy you actually knew the name of. A boy that would take care of you in more ways than just sexually. At this point, you’d take being Peter’s friend over never speaking to him again. It didn’t matter if he saw you like he did your sister, it mattered that he was holding onto you and seemed to care. 

You lifted your cheek from Peter’s shoulder and looked into the boy's eyes for one of the first time that night. You looked for any lies or misconceptions in them but couldn't find anything, Everything about the boy seemed so genuine and you hoped so deeply that it was true. Your eyes fell from Peter’s and hesitantly found his lips. Your lips parted in a stifled breath, you didn't want to force anything on Peter after he'd done nothing but take care of you, but you had to know. Had to know if he felt the same way, after all these years.  

"It’s not your sister,” he whispered. “I could do no better than you, I swear," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. You exhaled sharply, feeling the other's hands on your cheeks before you felt his lips on yours. He groaned softly and tangled his hands into your hair, to which you replied by pressing your hands to the sides of his neck. Everything felt rushed but you couldn't help it, you’d been waiting for this since the day the two of you met. Jesus, you wanted him so bad, it hurt. 

Your back touched the wall as the kiss deepened. You couldn't think of anything you’d do to change this moment. Peter disconnected their lips suddenly and placed his forehead on your shoulder. Both of you panted heavily, seemingly waiting for the other to speak. You didn't know what to do so you simply let time pass emptily, save a single hand that went up to curl gently into the hair at the base of his neck.

"Peter?" you whispered shakily. Peter straightened his back and looked at you. Fuck, did he regret kissing you? Though Peter was only a bit taller than you, you felt significantly smaller with the way both of you were standing. Peter’s hands trapped you against the wall and his back was arched strongly over your body, while you nervously hunkered down like a small child. His nose nudged yours gently, the hair spilling over his eyebrows softly tickling your skin. 

"Yeah?" he whispered, never pulling away from you. It wasn't like you wanted him to anyway. One of his hands came off the wall and softly stroked against your cheek, making you feel like you were the most precious thing in the world. A burst of passion exploded in your chest at this minuscule gesture.

You were trying to find a steady line of thought, to say what you wanted to say, but every word that had tried to slip from your lips was long gone. You shuddered at the feeling of Peter’s body pressed against yours and allowed yourself to remember where you were right now. This wasn't time for fucking small talk. You reconnected your lips. It was easier than trying to make sense of this situation. Whether he wanted your sister or you, it was you he was kissing right now. You were going to make the most of it. 

Peter responded instantly, placing his hand back against the wall. Your head ushered his up in a strong, controlling movement, biting his bottom lip in the process. You felt chills run down his arms and spine at that single action. You hadn't felt like this in a long time, it was shocking what feelings the boy was pushing into your heart. You were ready to follow this boy to the ends of the world, there was no doubting that. 

You slid his hands around your waist, pulling him as close as he would go. Your chests bumped intimately as your teeth clashed with the force of the movement. The rhythm flowing between the two of you was more beautiful than music—every breath of Peter’s hit your ears and every brush of his fingertips against your skin was like an operatic crescendo. Every touch felt like an electric shock shooting through your body, it was almost too much to bear.

Peter leaned down and slid his hands beneath the back of your thighs, propping you up against the wall. You gasped into his mouth at the sudden action, you had never been in this position before where you weren't one hundred percent in control in a relationship. It was just your personality. Every previous time you’d been with someone, they'd been the one beneath you, dragging their nails down your back and begging you for more. But now, this felt much different. Having someone else do the work almost felt better. Your arms slid around Peter’s shoulders, entangling your fingers within the boy's ruffled hair. 

You realized at that moment, pressed up against your new lover's wall, knowing every single one of his most sensitive areas, and letting him know yours, that you’d found your place. Maybe it wasn't as the owner of a special scholarship or being your parents' pride and joy, but it was a good one—one that made you happy. And you intended on staying there as long as Peter would allow you to.

#tom holland #spiderman #peter parker #romance #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #spiderman fanfiction #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #angst

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Arvin Russell (3/5)

Word count ; 3.8k

*Edited

I strolled out of the school doors, a noticeable pep in my step. Arvin and I had gotten into a habit of joining Lenora down at the cemetery. During the lovely - but terribly awkward - family dinner I had gotten to know her better. She was a sweet girl.

And Arvin and I, we took the chance to see each other whenever possible. A month or so had passed since our first meeting, and we were still going steady. My heart still fluttered when he held my hand, and he was still mystified with everything going out of my mouth.

It was easy to be in love with a man like him.

I was so caught up in my daydreams, that while wrapping around the side of the school building to dispose of some of my school trash, I failed to notice the group of boys trailing after me.

I tossed the plastic bag of scraps and leftover food before wiping my hands on my pants. I hummed a happy little tune to myself before turning around, ready to head back.

But instead, anxiety washed over me instantly when I realized three lanky and robust boys had surrounded me only a few feet away. I took a step back, pressing myself against the side of the dumpster.

“Well, hello, boys,” I greeted, giggling nervously as my nails dug into the green plastic. “What can I do for you’s?”

“There’s a lot you can do for us,” the main bully, who was hovering but a foot in front of me, chuckled. “I’m feeling nice, so how about you give me a kiss?”

I heard his counterparts laugh impishly. Fear consumed me, and when he took a step closer, I pushed at his chest. However, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me forward. I lost my footing, my face colliding with his chest.

“Or, if you insist, we can take things further, whore.”

I let out a shriek of fear, trying to beat him. But just as I struggled free, the other two bullies grabbed two of my arms and pulled them out, leaving me to struggle in between them. “Please,” I begged. “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, trying to violate me like this, but I swear I ain’t done nothing wrong to you’s.”

“Oh, but you did,” the bully in front of me hummed, grabbing my jaw hardly and making me face him, even though I kicked and squirmed. “On the contrary, whore,” he hissed. “You go prancing around like ya own the place. You refuse to go loving us poor boys that deserve a little touchin’. And that’s cute for a while, whore, but we’re getting tired.”

“Not to fuckin’ mention,” the one to my right interrupted, "you finally stop being such a prude and you go sucking that Russell boy’s dick when you owe us some of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“ We - we ain’t done nothing but kissin’,” I insisted. “Don’t do anything, please. All I ask is that ya spare me. I ain’t doing nothin’ wrong, boys.”

The one in front of me didn’t look pleased. His grip became frighteningly strong, and I could’ve sworn I heard my jaw cracking. I let out another gasp of pain. He suddenly looked bored. He yanked me forward and tried kissing up on me. I wasn’t able to avoid it, but I kicked him in the groin suddenly.

I yanked my arms free, having caught all three of them off guard. I pushed past them and tried to make a run for it, but a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I was about to scream, but a hand flew to my mouth, muffling my cries. The other two bullies, taking advantage of my cloddish movement, began tugging at my pants.

Tears stung the edges of my eyes as I flailed in the bully’s arm. My pants were pulled down, the clod wind hitting my bare legs. I knew I was burning red from shame as they greedily pawed at my legs.

“Let’s fuckin’ hurry this up,” the bully which was holding me gruffly demanded. “I’m too fuckin’ horny to be wastin’ more time.”

His minions chuckled cruelly. Fear coursed through my veins as one of their fingers looped into the side of my panties, about to pull down and reveal myself completely. I was trembling to the core, trying to wrangle myself free and escape, but I knew I was outnumbered.

The bully began to pull down —

A fist suddenly collided with his face. I shrieked as I tumbled on top of him, but I was quick to roll off and reach for my pants. The other two bullies shouted, turning their attention to my savior, embarrassment betraying their expressions.

I watched as someone - which I quickly identified as my Arvin - darted past me and tried punching another one of them, but the two overpowered him. The leader also scrambled to his feet and jerked him back by his collar, throwing him against the dumpster.

A screech escapade my lungs as I pulled up my pants, my attention on my poor Arvin, who was getting the shit kicked out of him. I dashed over, trying to pull one of the three’s shoulders, but they pushed me away. Once again I was sent sprawling on the ground, my hands chaffing against the pavement. 

“Please, stop!” I screamed, watching as they kicked him to the ground.

Arvin’s face was a bloody mess as he rolled on the ground. The leader and his compadres laughed, finally stepping away. I trembled on the ground as they turned toward me. I shut my eyes, fearing for the worst.

But they walked right past me, only shooting a few final slurs my way.

I peered over my shoulder, seeing they had abandoned the scene. I crawled over to Arvin, who was still groaning and clutching his stomach. Blood slid down his nose and already there was a bruise developing around his eye. 

I tired off a piece of my shirt and applied it to his nose. I cradled his head in my lap. “Blow,” I instructed shakily.

He coughed and did so, the rest of the blood spewing from his nose. I finished wiping it off and discarded it in the wind. Arvin coughed one more time, finally propping himself up on his elbows. There was a dominating fury in his eyes, even now, and I could tell he still wanted a piece of those bastards.

He finally sat up, to which I rose to my feet and offered a hand to pull him up, he took it, grunting as he finally stood. One arm was still hugging his waist and he ws hunched over in pain. I cupped his cheeks and placed a distressed kiss on his nose. 

He chuckled dryly, pushing me away. His arm finally detached, and instead he cupped my cheeks. He wiped away my tears, to which I snorted up the snot back into my nose. Distress still consumed my every being.

“They’re not goin’ to stop,” I stated.

He sent me an impish, knowing grin. “Oh, they will,” he insisted. “My daddy taught me that it’s all about pickin’ the right time. And that wasn’t the right time. But no way in hell could I let them be touchin’ up on my woman.”

A small smile Ade its way to my face. I kissed the tip of his nose. “…I need to bandage you up. Your everything must be hurtin’ like hell.”

“Yeah, but Lenora’s waiting for us in the car and I have some shit I got ta do while you two are there,” he sighed.

My eyes widened. “But you never leave Lenora to herself.”

“I won’t be leaving her to herself. I’ll be leaving her with you.”

I nodded in agreement. I then slung a gentle arm around his waist and we started walking. Arvin had a slight limp, but I knew that was the least of his worries. We fell silent on the walk back to the car.

~~~

“What do ya mean you have somethin’ to do?” Lenora prodded with scrunched brows and a confused expression.

As the trheee of us stood outside the car, Lenora had taken her bible. She was about to visit her mother’s grave and I… well, I was hoping to meet with the priest. I’d been visiting behind Arvin’s back because the one time I mentioned it he was very against it. And I didn’t want to make him mad, even if I knew he had my best interest at heart, but I also longed to fix myself and only the priest could help me find God again.

“I meant what I said,” Arvin spoke tensely. “It’s something I can’t put off. You’ll be fine on your own, right? It’s just for one afternoon.”

Lenora bit her lip. I leaned against Arvin, one of his hands wrapped around my waist on instinct. We watched her intently, although for different reasons. “…I guess so. You’ve just… never done something like that before. Nothing’s wrong, right, brother?”

Arvin grinned reassuringly. “Nothin’ at all, Lenora. I just have some work I got ta get done, is all. I’ll be back to pick you two up later, don’t you worry.”

I giggled, pressing a loving kiss to his cheek. Lenora’s shoulders slumped as she caved. “…Right. That’s okay, Arvin. You go on and do what you have to do. I’m going to go talk to my mother now.”

Arvin detached from my side and wound around to the driver’s seat. I wanted to watch him go, but Lenora sped off toward her mother’s grave. I sent one last wave to the car before trailing after her. She didn’t seem upset. But with Lenora, I could never tell because of how much of a sweetheart she was.

I hovered behind her as she kneeled on the ground. She began skimming through her bible, finding where she left off. Mustering my courage, I tapped her shoulder. “Lenora?”

With doe eyes, she peered up at me. “Yes, Y/n?”

“I hate to be like Arvin, but I have something to do, too. I want to go see the priest.”

Instead of disappointment, her eyes sparkled and she clasped. Her hands together excitedly. “Really? Are you starting to go down the path of righteousness?”

I nodded. “I’m tryin’ like hell. I guess it’s alright with you, but… don’t tell Arvin. I know he doesn’t like the new priest at all.”

Lenora’s mouth twitched before fully forming into a frown. “…But lying is a sin, Y/n.”

“It’s not lying if I don’t tell him. Besides, I’ll let him know eventually. But I just need to be the one to let him know, not anyone else. So, on that note - it’s alright if I leave you here for a bit, right?”

Lenora nodded eagerly. “You’re right. Yes, go serve the Lord, Y/n. I’m proud of you.”

Courage fluttered in my chest and I nodded. I turned tail and began strolling toward the church. Even though I was trying to worship God and be more faithful, I knew that even I had a hard time understand why the priest was sitting in the church every day of the week, just waiting for people to stroll in. But I knew that was something to take advantage of.

I gently pushed the wooden door open. It squeaked, alerting the man in the pews of my entrance. When the young man spotted me, a boyish grin snuck up to his face.

“Y/n. I’m glad that you’ve decided to join me for a chat,” he greeted smoothly, sliding down the pew and motioning for me to join him.

I was surprised by his friendliness, and a smile graced my lips. I walked down the aisle until I was able to slide into the seat, my discomfort washing off me as my soul was flooded with the spirit. The priest reciprocated my joy, a handsome smile stretching across his features.

“What brings ya here on this fine Thursday? I sense something is wracking your soul,” he inquired.

I pursed my lips. “…Yes. I guess so. Today at school, these three boys tried to force lovin’ on me and I was so scared. My man, Arvin Russell, came and saves me, but the bullies hurt us both a lot. I’m still recoverin’.”

He pursed his lips, brows furrowing. He seemed caught off guard by that confession. “…That… that’s not your fault. The devil was in ‘em boys,” he conceded. “But you got ta clean your soul now. Only God’s touch can fix you of your filth.” He placed his hand on my leg, giving it a squeeze.

“But… why would I be dirty if I wasn’t at fault, sir?” I croaked, betrayal coursing through my veins.

“Because the devil used ‘em boys to sully your spirit. The devil has touched you, and only a man of god can cleanse your soul now.”

“But… I don’t mean to argue with you, sir, but why can’t I cleanse the devil myself?”

“As strong as God is with you, everyone needs help time to time,” he explained, his fingers ghosting further up my leg. “And now is when you need the help of God. Now, God can’t touch you. But a priest can, and a priest like me can cleanse you of the devil’s touch.”

“R - really?”

“Yes. But… it cannot be now.”

“Why not?”

“For the sake of pr - the spirit, it is best to be with God. And to be even closer to God than in his own house, is to be amongst his gift of nature.”

“I… guess that makes sense,” I meekly agreed. “But… I have my lover boy waiting for me so he can pick me and Lenora up.”

“Yes. And we will need much more time than this fleeting moment.” His  hand withdrew from my leg, and he clasped his hands together. With a charming yet soulful smirk, he continued, "Perhaps this weekend I can pick you up and we can go down into the woods. We can pray together and banish the devil from your soul together.”

I clasped my hands together and my eyes widened. “Oh, thank you, sir. Nothing would make me happier than to banish the devil from me. Thank you for this opportunity.”

He chuckled brazenly. “Don’t thank me, my child. Thank the Lord, for he is blessing you with someone to guide you to righteousness.”

I nodded in agreement, abruptly standing. “Thank you, Lord. I must be going now. Arvin will be back any minute.”

He gave a small wave, not saying anything else. Instead, he picked up the Bible sitting next to me and began flipping through the pages. I walked out, not looking back. But my spirit was uplifted and I felt better. A part of me wanted to tell Arvin as soon as I could so that I could show him God’s love, too.

Lenora waited. And waited. At some point, it started to rain, so I showed her how to glue leaves together to make an umbrella, which she exclaimed was a great bonding activity. Despite Arvin’s disappearance - and possibly getting sick - it was a nice afternoon.

Eventually, though, he showed up, profusely apologizing. But we thought it was fine.

~~~

I tugged the boy up into the bulky branch, laughing when a branch plopped on his head when he pulled himself up. Arvin confessed prior to the activity that he had a fear of heights, so I made sure we didn’t climb too high off the ground. Just enough to feel the thrilling sensation of wind beating against you and having nothing under one’s feet, like a baby in a highchair. 

Arvin panted slightly and readjusted his weight on the thick, bulky branch. He finally felt comfortable enough to intertwine our fingers. He let out a shaky breath before leaning his head on my shoulder.

My composure was casual; I was used to sitting on trees. Sometimes, I found one comfortable enough to catch a quick nap in. I giggled, reaching to his cheek and stroking it.

“Are ya finally going ta tell me why ya can’t take me on a date tomorrow afternoon?” he prodded, quirking his brow. His grip on my hand tightened, but not painfully so.

I sighed, leaning against his head. “Well, you’re not going to like it. I put it off until now.”

“…Yes, darlin’?”

“Believe it or not, the young new priest isn’t half bad. I swear it, Arvin. He’s been helping me find God and I’ve never felt better about the Lord. I told him about the problem with them boys the other day, and he told me the devil had touched me when those boys did. And he said he could help me pray an cleanse my soul with God’s touch out in the wilderness.”

Arvin pulled away form me, staring with bewilderment. “That’s bull shit! The devil ain’t touched any pat of ya, Y/n. The guy just gets a kick out of making people feel bad.”

I sent him a reassuring smile, cupping his cheeks as I swung my legs. “Trust me, lover boy. I asked the same thing, and he said the devil was in them boys. That I ain’t done nothing wrong, but it was good to cleanse the devil’s touch.”

His face scrunched up, including the purplish bruise around his left eye. A stubborn scowl appeared on his handsome face. However, I silenced what I knew would come next with a kiss.

I felt him cave, but only for a moment. He then gently pushed me away by the shoulders, his glower weakening. “I trust you,” he insisted. “I just don’t like that new priest. He insulted my grandma’s cookin’ when he first showed up. Made a whole scene about her chicken liver dish and ate it all himself in the name of God.”

I laughed. “Maybe that’s a little rude, Arvin,” I admitted. “But he’s a nice man. When my mother made me talk to him, he was so very kind.” My expression faltered for a moment, and I cleared my throat. “…Well, he sympathized with me about my life and told me nature was God’s gift. That God loved me and my mother was wrong.”

He furrowed his brows and his jaw tensed. “You and your ma don’t get along too good, do ya?”

“She makes it rather obvious,” I chuckled dryly. “She hates me more and more every day. I don’t really know why, but I don’t care either.I think she’s pretty darn glad I’m with ya. She hopes I get married and leave the house as soon as possible. Or, to quote her, ‘the devil will give you your match’.”

Arvin sighed, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. I guess… I should’ve connected the dots a lot sooner, huh?”

“It’s fine, Arvin. When I’m with you, I ain’t got any other worries in the world. You know…” A tsunami of mourning crashed into me, and my voice felt strained. “I see myself growing old with ya. Wish I met you earlier. Maybe then you could’ve met my brother. He was… like you. You two would’ve gotten along well.”

“Why can’t I meet him now? Is ‘e moved out?”

“No. He was in prison and then he killed himself. Couldn’t take not having his wife. The county priest, when he moved out with his wife, raped ‘er. She killed herself from shame. And so, he killed her.” Arvin fell silent, and I didn’t even feel his breath fanning across my face. “I agree with what he did, though. My mother said the devil was in the two of ‘em. I never told her that he died, though. I hope she dies alone, wondering why she let her only son and daughter leave her.”

One of his hands gripped my waist and the other skimmed over my upper thigh. “I’m sorry. If anythin’, the devil’s in your ma.”

I sighed. “Well, enough about me, lover boy. Why ain’t you a God-worshipper anymore? I’ve heard rumors of your past, but I tend not to listen to sthem absurd people.”

“My ma caught somethin’ called cancer and she died. My dad killed himself after the funeral. I found the body. The Sheriff drove me here. Lived ‘ere ever since.”

“Have you… forgiven your pa?” I suddenly asked, grasping at his upper arm.

He frowned. “Lenora asked me the same thing the other day.” He thought for a moment. “What is there to forgive? He’s dead.”

“I… know how hard dealing with suicide is. It’s heartbreakin’. I remember when my brother died, I was angry and sad that he left me all alone in this world. But… I knew he could not live without his wife. I learned to forgive him and be glad they were reunited in heaven.”

Arvin tensed. “I… don’t know how ta answer. I never think about it. Grandma and Lenora and Uncle… they all helped me forget about it. I still remember the day like it was yesterday, but I never think about it.”

I nodded, understanding. “I have a feeling you haven’t let go of ‘em yet, Arvin.”

“Of course I have,” he snapped defensively. “Life moves on. I ain’t got time to waste on thinking about ma and pa.”

“If you have enough time to waste on me, I’m sure you mind finds the time.”

“When I’m with you, time ain’t ever bein’ wasted.”

I chuckled, melting from his words. I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Sure, lover boy. We’re being really productive up here in this tree.”

“I love ya, Y/n. Ain’t nothing you could do that would drive me away.”

“Good. I don’t plan on testing that,” I giggled. “I love ya too, Arvin Russell. I love ya to bits. You’re the cherry fillin’ to my empty pie crust, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere arvin russell #arvin russell #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel x you #arvin russel imagine #tdatt #the devil all the time #sheriff lee bodecker #datt #devil all the time #tom holland #robert pattinson #robert patterson #tom holland x reader

[mlarayoukai]

Going INSANE that 2 different people made gifs of Tom Holland from the same interview and one of them is a self insert fantasy where you're his non binary partner and the other one is where he tells the interviewer he gets jacked off by a robot

#rob.txt

[madamesungalaxa]

✨'Dark Fate'? Nah, more like “Fake Date”✨

(Self-Insert!🌈(Artist and Canon))

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The situation that I imagined was: It's Valentine's Day! and Kanato and I are "dating" in the carnaval, but just because he needs a partner that day at night to enter in some areas, have discounts at his favorite stores, and of course, eat some sweets and desserts (Oh, and If you're asking about Yui, she's already been taken by another diaboy). So, he it's just using me XD ✌️ He knows I like him, but he doesn't care, actually, he it's disgusted of me cuz he doesn't like my sunny aura:

“Well, that girl maybe can be useful sometimes” he said in his selfish mind

“Woah! HE'S USING ME, NICE. Better than nothing~” she said in her psychedelic mind.

( excuse the poor quality of the image:'))

Ah and yup, I'm a little bit more tall than him xd✌️

The reference image for this was that photo of Zendaya and Tom Holland ;3 (I don't put it cuz I don't have it:'))

Make dumb situations with my fav🥴> >> Make lovely situations with my fav

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#dialovers #diabolik lovers fanart #sakamaki kanato #self insert

[mythicalartistx]

LiVe AcTiOn KiNgDoM hEaRtS aDaPtAtIoN

Sora: Tom Holland

Riku: Chris Pratt

Kairi: Zendaya

Xehanort: Will Smith

Donald & Goofy & Mickey: Hideous hyper realistic CGI duck and Dog and mouse wearing clothes and walking on two feet

Enjoy and do what you want with this stupid thing I came up with

It's horrible but that's what it seems like what goes through company's minds with picks roles for remakes/adaptations

They need to stop picking A list Actors/Celebrities like do voice actors and not A list ones cause some of them can't really act and are just self inserts 😭

#kingdom hearts #live action remake #this is a parody #this is a joke #it seems like something disney might do #if square has more over Kh they won't but who knows #I'd rather get an animated series that's good #sora donald goofy #riku #sora #kairi