#ayyyooooo

first of all: a) I hope you go to hell for asking me to write for loki + bucky (i dont vibe w/ bucky so ima ignore him nws) , and b) stfu <3 ya lil shit of a cousin

peter parker . 🕸

He would most likely notice that you’re wearing his shirt after a long time. You’d borrow his favourite T-shirt and he wouldn’t bother til’ a week, when you were studying with each other. It was cosy and snug to your skin, so who could blame you? When he saw the shirt on you, his cheeks would redden.

He felt as if a hoard of butterflies were fluttering around his stomach. His breath hitched, taking in your essence. Peter’s poor soul would be delighted to see you wear that. The squirming feeling didn’t go, even after he kept telling himself, "Pull yourself together spidey, yeah the love of your life is wearing your shirt, n-no prooooblemo! did you wash that though?” He mumbled under his breath. When you saw him murmuring, you still were oblivious to why. You’ve had the shirt for so long, you forgot it was initially his (and the fact he didn’t know you had it)

He caught your gaze and blushed furiously. He looked away, sheepishly. You called his name out, and he snapped out of it. He fumbled around with the strings of his hoodie, and refused to even stare to you.

Embarrassment was creeping on him. “Is everything alright, petey?” You softly whispered. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned towards you, locking eyes. He tilted his head, gawking at your figure fit perfectly on his shirt. He put a hand to the small of your back, as you froze.

Peter rested his head on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of you. You were still frozen in place, your heart racing. “You look cute in my shirt,” he smiled innocently. Your shoulders slumped forward and you hung you head.

“You finally noticed?” You mused. He flushed, pushing you away.  “Shut uppp!” 

michelle jones . 🦋

MJ was your partner for a history assignment that you were supposed to be researching on.

You snuck her sweater out from a few days ago, when you came over to her house to hang out. You were scrolling through your laptop mindlessly watching tiktoks on her study-table, when she leant over to you to see what you were doing.

Coincidently, she saw you wearing her sweater. A sudden buzz went through body, a feeling of attachment and affection. She thought you looked absolutely lovely in it, and that was something new for MJ.

You felt as if someone was staring at you and you turned towards her, finding MJ with a smirk plastered across her face. Her heart warmed, seeing you all comfortable in her clothes. “Whatcha looking at?” You asked. “My very attractive best friend wearing my clothes,” she replied, without missing a beat. Immediately, you buried your face in your hands. “I shouldn’t have worn this,” you murmured, as you saw her grin widening. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing her face against your neck.  You stood still. “Don’t worry, love,” MJ flattered, “you still look attractive- maybe even more-“ the comment made you blush. “Oh stop it,” you played along, flirtatiously She bat her eyelashes mockingly, leaning back on her chair “But I still look better!”



loki laufeyson . 🌿

loki and you were in the kitchen counter of Stark tower, making breakfast. after the small 'tesseract' incident, his father banished him from asgard. depressing, yes, but what else choice did he have? loki had a hoodie (where he got it from, goodness knows) laying around in his room a few days ago, which you very seductively... stole. now, back to the present. you were baking french toast, powdering puffs of cinnamon, as loki passed you the egg, he noticed what you were wearing.

the deep emerald hoodie with gold designs on the cuffs was draping over you. he stared at you, his breath stopping. the shirt on you looked elegant and fancy, and you loved it.

he stood behind you, putting the bowl of egg beside the counter. you froze, feeling his breath cascading from your neck. He felt a feeling he hadn't before, a sugary-sweet love. he craved affection from you, and seeing you in something that was his made him feel you were his.

"darling?" he mused.

you paused. "yeah?" "is that mine?" you could almost hear his malicious grin oozing from the tone of his voice.

before you could reply, he leant to your side, a devious smirk on his face. "You know, you do look better on it. it suits you," he pondered, "I'll let you keep it."