hi friends, i did in fact make a new blog. its @reidswritings just in case yall wanted to follow. theres nothing up yet but im working on a mini series:))))
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
author’s note; hello yes it is me. back from the dead. i have had THE WORST case of writers block, so this may be trash or this may be the best thing ive ever written, not really sure. anyways, please enjoy and please come talk to me about it later :’) ps, is anyone here into supernatural?? what if,,, i started,,, writing for that show….. unless? jk no actually ive been thinking about it?? also also this is NOT edited as usual. also tw; blood, nightmares and self blame???
author’s note; hello yes it is me. back from the dead. i have had THE WORST case of writers block, so this may be trash or this may be the best thing ive ever written, not really sure. anyways, please enjoy and please come talk to me about it later :’) ps, is anyone here into supernatural?? what if,,, i started,,, writing for that show..... unless? jk no actually ive been thinking about it?? also also this is NOT edited as usual. also tw; blood, nightmares and self blame???
A collection of us; a deeper look into the parker household.
[scenario one; our good friend pete is injured on patrol and he has his one and only patch him back up. a few tears might be shed, but that’ll be told later.]
It was late; too late for anyone with their right mind to be awake. Apparently, Y/N wasn’t in her right mind. No, she would wait up for her boyfriend to return, even if it killed her. Which, most nights it almost did. Who was her boyfriend? Oh, none other than Spider-Man himself. How lucky was she? The most lucky, though Peter never let her forget that she was everything to him and without her, he would likely lose his own head. (and he almost did one or two times, but that’s for another day.)
He had told her that he would be back around two-thirty just before he was leaving at nine. Looking at the clock on her phone, Y/N’s brows furrowed. It was way past two-thirty and was well into the three’s. She was worried- her mind was going through all the possibilities.
He had gotten injured. He’d been taken. Killed. He was never coming back- she’d be alone forever. With no one to protect her or hold her when she was scared.
She was about two seconds from calling Tony Stark himself when the bedroom window to the right of the bed slid open and in came a very somber looking Peter Parker. Y/N was on her feet in less than a second, taking the mask from her boyfriends hands.
“Where were you? Why didn’t you call? I was so worr-” Y/N cut herself short upon hearing her pretty boy groan. Taking a closer look, she noticed his hand was clutching his side and that his face was scraped up, leading to a very bruised eye. His nose and lip were bleeding as well, his nose a little crooked, probably broken.
“Are you hurt?!”
“No,” he grunted, stumbling against the wall, Y/N reaching out to catch him, but he pushed her hands away roughly. “No, I’m fine. Go to bed, please.”
“Peter, no, let me help.” The young girl stressed. She was pulling on his arm gently, trying to coax him into the small bathroom across the hall. He wasn’t having it, pulling his arm back just as hard, annoyed.
“Y/N, no.” It was harsh, said with a tone that Peter never used with his special girl. Y/N was taken aback, she sighed and dropped his arm. “Fine. Fine, then I’m calling Tony.”
Turning to call his mentor, Y/N felt Peter’s hand on her shoulder. “Wait, I’m sorry. Don’t bother him, right now.” The injured boy let himself be pulled to the bathroom after she nodded. He let her guide him to sit on the edge of the bathtub.
“Take off your suit.” She ordered, eyes sad. He pressed the spider emblem, the skin-tight suit falling from his body easily. In any other circumstance, this would be more of a steamy request. Upon that thought crossing his mind, he couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his beaten face.
“Why are you smiling?”
His non-injured arm came up to hold the side of his pretty lady’s face. Her eyes slipped closed and she let out a breath. “Just thinkin’.”
“About?” Her eyes were open now, hers searching his. She tipped the alcohol bottle over the cloth in her other hand, before bringing it up to the cut on his face. He grimaced, letting out a small groan. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, an apology likely to fall from her pretty pink lips, but Peter beat her to it.
“I’m okay.” he nodded, breathless, “was just thinking ‘bout you. You and me. Us.” She was now starting to look at his side, smiling the smile that only Peter could bring out.
The smile that Peter loved so much was gone as soon as it appeared. A small sniffle took its place.
“Love?” Peter asked, fear lacing his bones. She shook her head, hair falling into her eyes. Peter swiped it away as she answered. “I was so scared, Pete.” He felt his heart squeeze in on itself. “I’m always so scared. Have been since we- since we came back.”
Peter lifted her head, kissing her forehead, “Me too. You know what helps me?”
She shook her head, so Peter continued, “You. Just knowing that you’re here, waiting for me. That you’re here, loving me. Just that you’re here. Everything I do, I do it for you. I always have. Nothing will ever happen to me if I have you by my side.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I’d never leave you.” He kissed her nose, after finishing. She pulled him into a bone crushing hug. His hand came up the back of her head.
“Just promise me that you’ll always come home.”
“I promise. I’ll always come home.” He nodded against her shoulder, kissed the side of her head and said, “I love you.”
“I love you more than life itself, Peter.”
[scenario two; after the war, peter can’t sleep without being wrapped in his girls arms]
Nightmares were not something new to Peter. He had frequent nightmares ever since he was a young boy and he got his parents taken away from him and then again when he watched his uncle die in his arms. And now, being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, nightmares were just another perk of the job.
Living with his fears was just something he had grown accustomed to. It wouldn’t ever change- well, that’s what he learned from having Tony as a mentor. It did, however, get a little better sometimes, but that was only when he was with his girl.
When she was with him, he could swear that the weight on his shoulders lessened just a little bit and that he was just a little bit less on edge. He was pretty sure she knew this, too. She was a smart girl, nothing ever got past her. Which is why he was able to crawl over into her arms or crawl into her room after a bad nightmare.
He was so lucky for her. She was everything to him. She was-
“Hey Pete.” They shared a small kiss. The love-stricken look in the young hero’s eyes that was always there when looking at his girl was back. And Y/N could swear that her heart did about forty backflips. That made Peter’s smile even wider, hearing her heart beat wildly for him and only him. “You comin’ over later tonight?”
He nodded, wrapping his arms around her small frame. Though Peter wasn’t a giant he still towered over his lovely girl. “Yeah, after dinner with May. Probably around seven-thirty.”
“No patrol tonight?”
“Nah, I think the city will be okay for one night.” She frowned at him and opened her mouth to protest, but Peter said, “ And if not, they have Iron Man to look after them. It’s fine. Promise.”
“Okay, if you say so.” she smiled the smile that he loved oh so much.
It didn’t take long for seven-thirty to roll around. And both Y/N and Peter were very happy about that. Though they had been dating for almost two years, they never really had much alone time together. So they cherished every moment they got. It made each and every one just the more special.
It also didn’t take long for the both of them to pass out in Y/N’s bed, a long forgotten movie playing on the tv. Y/N’s head was laying on her boyfriend’s chest, his arms wrapped around her body. Both sleeping peacefully, that is until Y/N was woken up by Peter jerking in his sleep.
Eyes heavy with sleep, she mumbled, “Pete?” One of his hands had moved down to her arm, squeezing a bit- not enough to hurt her, but definitely enough to be annoying. She pulled her arm from his tight grip, running her hand through the boy’s unruly curls.
His brows were furrowed and sweat had started to build up on his forehead and upper lip, causing the curls to stick together. Y/N was about ready to go back to sleep, chucking it up to it being warm in her small room, but a loud scream stopped her from doing so.
Both Peter and Y/N were thrown into a sitting position. She was trying to gain his attention, but he wasn’t paying her a second thought. Instead, his head was in his hands and he was sobbing loudly, his breaths getting caught on each other. He had his legs pulled up to his chest, softly rocking.
“Pete! Hey, Pete! You’re okay, you’re okay!” His worried girlfriend reached forward, wrapping the crying boy in her arms. He curled further in on himself, but still let his head be guided onto her chest as they laid back down. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
His head fell onto her chest, now, her heartbeat filling his ears like the lullabye he needed. She had her arms on his back, rubbing and soothing him.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked, voice soft. So soft, that if he didn’t have enhanced hearing, it would’ve gone unheard.
The small boy shook his head, “No, jus’ wan’ you.”
“Okay. okay, you’ve got me.” She started to play with his curls again. “Everything’s okay now. I’ve got ya.”
He squeezed her, pulling her closer, “Love you.”
“You too, Pete.” She said as she twisted a curl between her fingers. An act she could continue into the early hours of the morning, when her boy would wake again. Only this time it wasn’t from any horrid terrors that plague his mind.
[scenario three; peter gets a very cute gift from a very cute girl]
Peter Parker loved gifts. He loved the thought that went behind them, and the mystery of not knowing what was wrapped up or hidden under many pieces of tissue. Though he was a fan of gifts, he wasn’t a fan of having money spent on him. Which is kind of insane, but that’s just how it was. How he was. He was a bit of a nut, but who wasn’t?
Another thing he loved was to see his pretty girlfriend. So when she came knocking on his door, he was very excited to invite her in. Upon entering, she held up a small bag, red and blue paper sticking out the top. His eyes practically fell from his skull, with how much they widened.
She pressed her soft lips to his, “Hey, Pete!” Still holding onto the gift, she spun in place, a smile resting on her face. Then she held up the bag to eye level, a devilish look in her eyes.
Peter smiled too, pointing at the ironically colored bag, “Is that for me?”
A giggle made its way past both their lips. “Yes. You’re gonna love it.”
Taking it from her hands, he sighed. “You know you didn’t have-”
“Just open it. I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” she laced her hands together, standing on her tiptoes as Peter let himself fall back onto the arm of the couch.
“Okay, okay.” Much like a little kid on Christmas, he ripped the paper from the bag, gasping when his eyes landed on what was inside. “You didn’t!” Excitement filled his voice, causing it to go almost two octaves higher.
“I did!” She giggled again, manic. All the doubt she held about him not liking it vanished as soon as his childlike eyes made contact with hers. She was practically bouncing from excitement- they both were.
He pulled out the small gift from the bag with another laugh. His heart was thumping so loudly he was sure she could hear it. But honestly he couldn’t care less, he loved her so much right now. It felt like his love was just flowing freely, like if love had a color, it would be covering the entire room.
In his hands were three pairs of socks- which was kind of ridiculous, but also it was so him. He was in awe of her, and the socks, and everything. The first pair was all red, with little tiny Spider-Man symbols all over. The second pair was black with Darth Vader’s face, and the third were green ones with little tiny dinosaurs. And it was definitely the cutest thing he had ever seen.
“Do you like them?” Y/N’s voice rang out, a pang of nervousness. Peter hadn’t said anything in a few minutes.
“Like them? Y/N, I love them.” He nodded, putting them aside to pull her into a hug, “they're perfect. Thank you, so much.”
[scenario four; this time its Y/N that gets hurt and peter blames himself]
Usually, it was Peter that got himself into a world of trouble, that ended with him coming home beaten and bloody. However this time was different, this time his girl was the one who was hurt. The one person he swore that was off limits to all bad guys. He swore that he would always protect her.
It had happened when Peter was out of the house. It was the one night of the week that he went to visit his Avenger friends. He had left her with every intention of her being home, safe, sleeping soundly in their bed. He had wanted to stay home with her, missing her too much from patrolling all week he had hardly seen her. But she had pushed him out, kissing him goodbye and telling him that he needed to see his friends.
So, he relented and went. Not without feeling like he was missing something- if he was smarter he would’ve realized that it was his Spidey Sense warning him of the forthcoming danger his pretty girl would come to know.
And hours later, the slim hero came bounding through the door, excited to see his love. His heart was happy, loved bursting from the seams- that is until his eyes set a glance on the room in front of him.
Everything that was once perfectly in place was now flipped on its head. Pillows that were once on the couch were now split on the floor, insides floating elsewhere. Broken glass littered the floor and blood streaks were staining the walls and the once cream colored carpet.
With his heart now in his throat, Spider Sense tingling, he took his battle stance and made his way down the hall. He was following the blood, and while doing so, he almost called out her name, but quickly stopped himself from doing so. He was afraid that whoever had done this would still be hanging around.
His fingers grazed the cool metal of his web shooters, ready to fire at the intruder that was likely inside the shared bedroom. Peter held up a hand as he pushed the door open, all the anger fled his body when he saw his pretty girl sitting on the bed, tied up, crying out.
“Y/N?!” With a quick sweep of the room, he ran over to her. He cut her free from her binds, pulling her close to check out her wounds. His once perfect girl now was covered in her own blood. It looked like something out of Carrie. There was a cut running from her eyebrow to the beginning of the hairline. Blood seeped down to her eye, which was quickly turning black, cheekbone too. It was likely that someone had punched her in the face. She was clutching her hand to her chest, there was no doubt in Peter’s mind that she had injured that too. She looked horrible, and that was saying something as he knew there were more injuries that he couldn’t see.
“Baby, baby, what happened?” The sad boy cried out, eyes bloodshot and miserable. This was because of him. This was his doing. They were probably watching, waiting. Waiting for a moment when his love would be alone.
Y/N let out a sob, coughing. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
He nodded, solemnly. “Okay, okay. It’s okay. I’m here now, everything’s gonna be okay.”
“Peter, Pete. Why did this happen?” she cried out, tears mixing with blood. His heart ached. He never wanted to feel this pain again. He lifted her up as carefully as he could (ignoring the very painful grunt she let out) and brought her to the bathroom across the hall. “Y/N/N, we’ve gotta clean you up.”
The broken girl nodded, trusting him. Peter began to check over her wounds, cleaning her up. “Do you- do you remember anything?”
She nodded again, tears still mixing with the crusted blood and sweat that stained her quickly bruising face. Peter bit his lip in thought, “Can you tell me?”
Nodding, she opened her mouth, tongue licking the fresh blood on her lower lip. “I-I don’t- I don’t really know. I only remember pieces. I-I was in the kitchen, making my sleepy time tea. . . then I don’t know. Something hit my head-” She was cut off with a sob falling from her lips. Peter frowned, he held her injured hand, cleaning the blood crusted knuckles. She winced out in pain, causing him to apologize. She huffed out, “I’m okay. . . the next thing I remember is him dragging me to our room. Everything hurt, Peter. I just wanted him to stop. I tried so hard to use the defense stuff you taught me.”
Peter was watching her with teary eyes. If only he had been home. He shook his head, letting a sigh fall from his lips. “Y/N-”
“I don’t know what he wanted. I don’t know.” Her cries continued. Peter felt his heart stop as he watched her. This was his fault. He’d never forgive himself.
“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He let the tears fall now, voice filled of sorrow, guilt.
Her cries stopped, confusion filling her features. “Sorry?”
He nodded, eyes dark. “Yeah, this is all my fault. If I never left-”
“No, Pete. No, if you were here, it would’ve been worse.”
“Worse? Y/N, what do you mean? If I was here, I could’ve protected you. I could’ve stopped it.”
“Peter Parker, you stop it right now. You don’t know that. If you were here he could’ve hurt you too.” Y/N’s eyes were sturn. Her hand made its way to his face, Peter leaned into it, eyes still sad, dark.
“Peter, this is not your fault.” She bit her lip, bloop staining her teeth. “Please, please don’t blame yourself.”
“But you-”
“No, no, I’m okay. I’m still here. That’s all that matters. I’m still here.”
“I love you so much.” Peter cried, nodding. She felt him kiss her nose and then his soft lips pressing to her forehead. “I love you too, Pete. So, so much.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
was trying to write a fluffy peter fic and it was going good at first and then i started to second guess it and now i hate it and i hate my writing ability and i scrapped it and now it'll probably never see the light of day.
heres a sad for you: i got real depressed for the last fee months so i stopped talking to all the friends i made on here and i stopped writing and now i feel like its too late to reach out and im embarrassed and sad bc i miss my friends :(
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
kaledo-art
annaxmalina
izzy806
pixelskylines
germansingergirl
baratheonpilled
