totally rad.

Tom Holland for Esquire Magazine

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Pairing: Peter Parker x OC

AU: Daria!AU

Words: 3,224

Warnings: swearing (i think), a lot of jealousy, A BUNCH of dialogue.

A/N: This is the part in the story when things really start to erupt into the main ideas for the next few chapters. I hope you all enjoy :) If you want to be added to my tag list click here.

MASTERLIST, no. 1, no. 2, no. 3

“What do you mean no dates!?” Jamie argues, an evident crease forming between her perfectly arched brows. 

“I mean that you and your sister are to stay at home while your father and I are on a couples retreat this weekend.”

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC

AU: Daria!AU

Words: 3,073

Warnings: swearing…more dry humour. 

A/N: Drama is coming… I hope you all enjoy this chapter :) Also, send a message into the inbox if you want to be added to the series tag list :)

MASTERLIST, no.1, no. 2,

Is it wrong for me to loathe someone without really knowing them? It probably is, but I like to believe my reasons are justified. Ever since this Peter Parker waltzed into Lydia’s life, and disrupted mine, it’s almost as if I’m a mere shadow—following her around. I know she cares, I know she’s not intentionally trying to replace me, but it’s so hard not to think of those possibilities when I turn around and I see him everywhere. 

The Other Side {only on wattpad}

Chapter Two is up!

“Yeah, back in high school, used to really love it too.” Grayson dropped his head. Curls were blocking his view slightly while he started to focus in on editing the photo that Aubree had picked out.

“What happened?” Aubree asked while she chewed on the inner side of her mouth. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna.”

Aubree leaned back in the chair to get a better view of the photo he was editing. She felt the tension coming off of Grayson. It radiated off him, and for a second she regretted asking her question. His shoulders hunched over, lines across his forehead ahead, and he refused even to look her way now. His fingers were working across the keyboard, changing the tone and vibrancy of the photo.

“Tore some muscles that couldn’t be repaired,” Grayson explained. “It sucks, but it’s what it is though.”

Summary: Peter likes espresso a little too much. 

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: this is for @starksparker ‘s 10k writing challenge! it’s late, but my inspiration left and whoops it took a while to come back, but here we are! hope you like it! also thanks to my sorta-kinda-really beta @beautiful-writings . 

“Hey, that espresso guy is back.”

She turns her head from the steaming cup of black coffee she’s just finished placing the cap on, to her co-worker. Jake’s face is settled in a way that she’s classified as hesitance in the three years she’s worked with him. “Peter.” She corrects with a roll of her eyes. Jake knows his name. “What about him?”

“He ordered his coffee with eleven shots of espresso. Eleven.”

“And?” She hands the finished cup to a waiting customer who offers her a timid smile. Poor girl looked so confused when ordering from the plethora of selections on the menu, and so grateful when she learned that just black coffee was available.

She then turns to Jake, who gestures wildly with his hands, as per usual. “And that’s totally insane! We’re not even allowed to give someone that much! How is he still alive?!”

There’s a fond smile on her lips as she searches for the boy in the relatively empty shop. People sit at dark wooden tables typing on computers or staring out of the large windows at the front of the shop, snuggled in the sunlight that streams happily through the glass in the morning. And then Peter, sat at a booth with his back to the rays, hand squished against his cheek and lashes fluttering as he tries to keep awake.