Linguistic

Dear Y/n, 

We moved the couch to a corner and danced tonight, you in your comfy shorts and my hoodie and me wearing my pajamas. I think I fell in love with you all over again. 

We were bored, so you put on some of our favourite songs and just got up, swaying left and right like a goddess. You pulled me up and even though I'm super clumsy, you taught me where to hold you and how to move with patience - we danced for hours I think. 

Finals are close and the pressure on us is tremendous, so I'm thankful for today. You keep finding small ways to destress like today, sometimes making sandwiches together and having a food fight in the kitchen, or playing board games in bed or maybe even giving each other massages when we're too stressed out. 

You are so perfect I hope you never leave me. It's obviously not going to happen the other way around because I'm not dumb enough to let go of someone as precious as you, but maybe you'd get bored of me and decide you're done with me. 

At least for now, you're sleeping in my lap and I can see drool sticking out the corner of your lips and it's cute the way you mumble incoherent words that kind of sound like my name in your sleep. I'll carry you to bed as soon as I'm done writing, and then go out for patrolling. 

Are you dreaming about me? Do you ever dream about me? Because I do, both when I'm sleeping and when I'm not. I dream about us, about your hand in mine, about your lips on my skin and about my fingers tangled in your hair. I love you, sweet dreams princess. 

Love, 

Peter :) 

Hey! So I’m all finished with Not Like This, but I’ve got plenty of editing and a few beta readers so it probably won’t be up for a few weeks! Wanted to give you all a little teaser of what’s to come in this 12,800k monster!

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“Tom,” you sigh, finding yourself on the roof of your apartment building staring up at the moon, “I miss you.”

“We talked yesterday,” Tom reminds you, “plus I just got out of filming and I’m exhausted,” that’s not necessarily a lie, but he could never get tired of talking to you, exhausted or not, he knows what he wants.

“What’re you doing mate?” You hear Harrison’s muffled voice from somewhere nearby.

“Talking to the moon!” Tom shouts back, leaning against the edge of his trailer and staring up at the almost full moon in the sky above him.

“I’m the moon, now?” You laugh, glancing up at the beautiful creature in the sky above you.

“No,” Tom says teasingly, “I just can hear, what are those, crows? You’re outside, aren’t you?”

“You caught me, I’m on top of my apartment building,” you muse.

“We’re talking to the same moon,” Tom laughs, of course you are, that’s how the world works.

“Right…” you wonder where he’s going with this.

“I guess, even when we’re apart, when we miss each other, we can look up and now that we’re still here, both of us, in the same universe, no matter how twisted the fates might be, we’re here. And that’s the most important thing.”

“I-,” you really shouldn’t be about to confess your love for him over the phone because of some stupid metaphor about the moon, but here you are.

“Tom! Come on, I’m gonna kick your ass at Mario Party!” You hear Harrison shout.

“I’ll be right in!” Tom shouts back, “what were you going to say?”

“I uh, it’s nothing,” you shake your head, you couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t even fathom how the conversation would go.

“I love you.”

“Oh.”

Or,

“I love you.”

“We’re not meant to be, I can’t love you.”

Or the worst one of all, the one that would confirm your fear and anxiety about this whole mess of a situation. The one that would absolutely destroy you.

“I love you.”

Dear Y/n, 

It has been six months since my last letter and we just haven't had time to simply relax at all. It's ridiculous how difficult college is! 

Skye is still a pain in my ass and our assignments are making it really difficult to carry on with Spiderman duties, and you were kind enough to suggest me that we split assignments so both our workloads are reduced. You are so smart, how did I land a girlfriend as amazing as you again? 

So now I'm solving these problems for you while you finish up reading and taking notes from the textbook for me. We work in sync and it's so baffling how much I've come to depend on you. May says that I need you so much it'd be impossible for me to be independent now, but in a good way. 

You don't know about these letters so I keep going back to May's apartment to dump them in my old drawer, there are about forty of these, can you imagine? You take up so much space in my life and I'd willingly give you every single inch, until the letters keep spilling out of my drawers and from under my bed. And even then, I'd find a new corner for them. 

You're so pretty in these hello kitty pajamas, we bought matching ones. How adorable is that? And if you borrow (more like steal, don't think I haven't noticed but I don't mind because it's cute) yet another one of my t-shirts you'd look so good I'd probably fall in love with you again. 

I'll go back to the assignment now, I love you. 

Love, 

Peter :) 

Tried something ...

Peace

Something we try to find .

Those who do are eternally happy , the others believe in the state of mind

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (sort of)

If anyone would like to be added to my Peter Parker, Marvel, or Forever Taglist, let me know. Also, if you’d like this to be made into a series, tell me. I quite like this idea.

honey you are not bugging me AT ALL. if anything, you’re giving me more of a reason to write and relax before i have to clean. you’re perfectly fine! 

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Peter Parker was many, many things.

In this moment, you can even add wimp to his resume. 

He heard about you in the papers, The New York Siren. Had a cool ring to it.

(Ha, ring.)

On his nightly patrols he didn’t expect to run into you. You were somewhat of a villain, yeah, but way out of his fighting range. 

You’d be better in a fight with Daredevil. Maybe even Deadpool.

But not him. Especially on a night where he just wanted to have a nice time doing nightly patrols.

He was at the end of your blade, chin tilted up to be sure he didn’t get his throat sliced open.

But damn if you weren’t attractive to him in this moment.

“Webslinger,” you hissed from behind your mask. It almost sounded like a purr, honestly. “What’re you doing on my terf?”

It’s pitiful the stutter that comes from his mouth.

“I-I was just, uh…” Peter swallowed thickly behind the mask. “Hangin’ around.”

Peter wished you laughed.

“Hangin’ around, huh?” You taunted, your blade finally going back in it’s seath that was mounted on your hip, crossing your arms. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to intrude, I’ll leave right now, honest,” Peter replied quickly, his hands waving around as he spoke. You just laughed in his face.

“Sure. Just be safe getting back to Queens.”

Peter did a double take then, realizing you weren’t going to give him too hard of a time anymore. He stood up straight as your back finally turned to him, walking backwards towards the closest fire escape.

“S-Sorry,” he sighed out. You actually laughed that time. He didn’t get why. 

The laugh did sound sarcastic though.

“Good choice.”

ohmygod i was genuinely hoping someone would ask for this prompt!! i got you!!

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Peter always planned cute things for you two to do when you planned a date, and it was always fun, and extremely Peter-esque. 

The last date you and Peter had gone on, you saw The Rise of Skywalker before hitting up a local arcade afterwards for some laser tag. He was kind enough to let you win, and even took a shot for you from the opposing team.

Extremely dramatic, but still cute.

Fan fiction

Music

Dance !!

Netflix and Chill

Friends and family

Tho it's 5 and people that make me really really happy

Fan fiction

Music

Dance !!

Netflix and Chill

Friends and family

Fan fiction

Music

Dance !!

Netflix and Chill

Friends and family

Tho it's 5 and people that make me really really happy