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Y/N: I know the Bible talks about forgiveness

Thanos:

Y/N: But Jesus would hold my purse while I absolutely kicked your ass.

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| andrew!peter x reader

summary: how you’d react when you find you are peters lockscreen

warnings: none

authors note: hi i’m back !!! this has been sitting in my drafts. gotta be honest, not my favorite things i’ve written but it’s still pretty cute. enjoy !!

these past few days you had been so exhausted, managing work and school wasn’t what you anticipated for college. but you needed the money to keep your apartment, there were some perks. like free sandwiches from your co-worker, or free drinks. very nice, especially on the days you were incredibly busy. like today.

you walked into your apartment, which you frequently shared with your boyfriend, peter. he would stay over for a few days or sometimes weeks if he’s not busy. you loved having his company, it kept you distracted and not worried about all of the assignments you spent hours working on. he was like a breath of fresh air. taking your bag off and letting it drop to the floor with a thud, slipping your shoes off, and walking to your bedroom to change.

coming back into the main living area, you saw peter on the sofa, kicked back on his phone. “the hell? when did you get here?” you stopped in your track, staring at the back of his head.

“like five minutes ago, I’m pretty sure you fell asleep while changing” he laughed, looking over his shoulder. you only rolled your eyes and walked into the kitchen, peter followed behind you. “how was work?” you opened the fridge for a drink, peter leaned against the counter. “samantha quit today. we are understaffed now” you sighed, taking a few swigs of the liquid. “i’m considering leaving too. with the exams coming up i haven’t had time to even think about studying.” you sat the bottle down on the counter, peter came to your side running his hand up and down your back. “you know” he started, “i could move in. help you with rent and everything.” he finally suggested, this wasn’t the first time he brought up moving in with you. it’s not that you weren’t ready, you were but you didn’t want to put the burden of rent on him.

“i know, i just don’t want the responsibility falling on you.” now, you had turned around to face you. you yawned before he could answer. “let’s talk about it later. do you want to watch a movie with me?” you were so exhausted you didn’t think you’d survive a movie but it was better than doing loads of homework. you nodded, which made him grin. he took your hand leading you into the living room. he sat down first, you followed. stretching your legs out and resting your head on his thigh. you weren’t even paying attention to the movie he picked, your eyes began to get heavy closing them from time to time but trying your best to stay awake. you failed miserably. within ten minutes you were out like a light.

peter noticed almost immediately, your breathing had evened out and you weren’t moving as often. he didn’t mind it at all, you deserved to get rest. you had been working so hard lately and peter just wanted you to take care of yourself. he made sure not to move much that way you were comfortable. as the movie progressed he couldn’t stop taking glances at you, how your face looked so relaxed when you were asleep. he grabbed his phone and opened the camera and quickly snapped a few pictures of you. he smiled to himself, going back and reviewing them.

when you woke up in your bed you were very confused, knowing you fell asleep on the sofa and suddenly you’re in your bed? peter probably brought you in last night. you got up, shivering at the contact of your feet and the cold floor. you opened the bedroom door, greeted by the smell of breakfast. you rubbed your eyes, entering the kitchen seeing peter at the stove. “g’morning” he smiled, looking up at you. “what time is it?” you asked, taking a seat at the table. “little after noon” he said, turning his phone on and putting it back down. you glanced at his phone seeing his lock screen. “pete” you groaned, “i look awful in that!” you hung your head.

peter laughed, putting a plate in front of your and kissing the top of your head. “i think you look beautiful”

soft love — p.p.

summary: a headcanon about what dating peter parker would entail. it’s just full of fluffy, innocent love

wc: 1.1k 

the two of you, as a pair of teenagers lovesick for the first time, would be the softest couple around 

the entirety of your relationship being sweet glances at each other when they think the other isn’t looking, soft touches, shy kisses

at the beginning of your relationship, you initiating everything

you shyly taking his hand in yours for the first time

you leaving him blushing madly when you kissed him for the first time

peter slowly becoming more comfortable and casual with the boyfriend thing, although he’d still touch you so delicately and softly like you were made of glass

because he’d never want to accidentally hurt you or be too rough bc of his super strength

him being absolutely head over heels for you, so much so that he’d find himself so stunned by you that he’s tripping over and stuttering and becoming a flustered mess whenever he’s around you

and you adoring the shy freckled boy so much that you always felt like your heart would explode w infatuation whenever he’s around

constantly feeling like you should be complimenting him whenever you could bc it wouldn’t be a lie to say that he’s the prettiest person you’ve ever known

pet names (!!!)

you calling peter the cutest pet names and them always managing to make him blush w pink love because he adores you n your nicknames for him; they make his heart swell

“hey babyboy”

“peter, angel, lovely, spiderbaby, we need to study”

“pete, the love of my life, the best thing that’s ever happened to me, the most radiant and beautiful person i’ve ever seen, can we cuddle and watch star wars?”

his pet names for you being equally as sickeningly adorable

“morning, my pretty girl”

“babyyy, let me hug you and tell you you’re cute”

“y/n, gorgeous, darling, my love, my wonderful girlfriend, ugh pay attention to me i’m bored”

you wearing his favourite science pun shirts whenever you stayed the night at his

him absolutely adoring it, how could he not? it’s his two favourite things: science and his girl

your relationship revolving around nerdy science puns

“ok y/n, don’t get sodium chloride about it”

“hey peter, i got my ion you”

“may the intermolecular force be with you”

super soft kisses

lingering kisses for the win

forehead kisses

knuckle kisses

spontaneous nose kisses

him constantly resting his temple against your shoulder whilst on the train to and fro from school and falling asleep because you’re comfy and smell like home

him excitedly keeping you up to date on his friendly neighbourhood spiderman escapades over the phone whilst he takes a break and eats the churros the nice old ladies give to him

“i helped a cat down from a tree earlier and it reminded me of you bc it was cute and cuddly and i loved it, also gave this lady directions, and caught someone stealing a bike but i didn’t know who it belonged to so i wrote a note and then i-”

cuddles !!!

both of you being such suckers for cuddles

him loving it when you’re in his lap, you’re legs around his waist and your head in the crook of his neck, occasionally pressing such soft and innocent kisses to his shoulder or his neck

or when he’s the little spoon and your forehead is resting against the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades with your arms around him and it’s just so warm and cute and safe

or when you’re wrapped up in his arms and one of his hands is running through your hair and every so often he’ll kiss the top of your head or nuzzle his nose into your hair and god

cuddles with peter parker being the best part of your day

bumping noses

buying each other flowers for no special occasion, just for love n appreciation

aunt may always asking peter when you’re gonna come over next bc she loves you for making her fave nephew happy and smiley all the time !!!

always making random comments that leave the other w flushed cheeks and full hearts

“your smile is so sunny and beautiful”

“i adore you”

“you’re the prettiest”

him being so so protective over you

teaching you how to defend yourself just in case you’re in trouble and he’s not there to keep you safe

always walking you home at nighttime because it would crush him if something happened to you and he couldn’t get to you fast enough

putting haribo rings on each other and it shouldn’t mean as much as does

“i’ll get you a real one someday”

peter sometimes swinging you guys places for date nights and loving the way you hold on so tightly to him and squeal in his ears with excitement

making his dorky little films with him

him trying to get you in them whenever he could

despite how you always try to hide from the camera

“babyyyy, you’re so pretty, don’t hide”

when he transfers the videos from his phone to his laptop for safekeeping, him always naming them cute things

‘a film by peter parker and his insanely cute girlfriend’

‘a film by peter parker and his favourite person’

‘a film by peter parker and the girl he loves’

making out when you’re supposed to be studying oof

mostly because when studying for a spanish test, he sounds really hot and sometimes you can’t help yourself

you worrying so much about him when he’s out being a hero, but you support him n all his decisions wholeheartedly

being his biggest fan and him being yours, bc you’re both so supportive of each other no matter what

him introducing you to tony

“mr. stark, mr. stark, mr. stark! this is my girlfriend, she’s great”

taking cute photos of each other/together all the time

his favourites being the ones where he catches you laughing at one of his jokes and you look so radiant and happy and he’s so smitten

yours being the ones where both of you are smiling so brightly at the camera, eyes shining w love

mumbling i love yous between every kiss that he peppers across your face

“i love you i love you i love you”

you love him too

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sleepy subway serendipity | tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: a stranger on the train ride home brightens up tuesday, the worst day of your week

warnings : swearing, discussion of theoretical danger to reader (not anything insane), fem!reader

1.9k word count

Tuesdays were hard for you. Your job had you waking up earlier than any self-loving person should wake up, and working later than any person ever deserves to work. The train home was always brutal, but Tuesdays were the worst. On Tuesdays, you worked far into what you considered to be your bedtime and always ended up having to take a late subway ride back to your “quaint” apartment. It was 11:23 PM and you had barely managed to hop onto the train before the doors had shut on you. As the train whirred off into the night, you took account of your surroundings. Despite it being later than you’d willingly stayed up in a year, the people of the “city that never sleeps” were in fact not sleeping. In fact, it seemed that every last one of them was on the downtown-bound 2, alongside you. As you did a quick scan of the car, you weighed your options. 

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Calm In The Storm ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ a/n: this is for the cuddling prompts! if there are any typos, i apologize! fast-typer over here 😂. if you want to request some, send me an ask! 😘

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

➳ summary: After a fight with your loved ones, you're out on the streets during a storm, searching for someone to run to. Thankfully, you know just who to go to.

➳ warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

➳ cuddle prompts: Person A shows up at person B's door, having been in a bad fight with a loved one, hoping to spend the night in person B's bed for some extra comfort -> requested by: @/midnight-ramblings

➳ || Loki Laufeyson masterlist || main masterlist || who I write for || cuddle prompts masterlist ||

Wiping away the tears that managed to spill down your cheeks, the sniffles not having subsided just yet.

You couldn’t stand confrontation, especially when it came to one of your loved ones. Voicing your opinion only pushed the matter to become worse, and the envelope ripped open to reveal anger, hurt, and demise. Words were exchanged and as someone who experienced bouts of anxiety; it was detrimental.

Having no real destination planned in mind, you found your way down the streets of New York, aimlessly searching. The rain was in a light drizzle, thunderstorm clouds gathering overhead for an enraged downpour. You just hoped you made it to wherever you were going without getting completely soaked.

Grasping the fabric of your t-shirt, you could feel your heart pounding violently in your chest. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands shook as you tried to work your way through breathing.

If you could just steady yourself long enough, you’d be okay. But when a loud crash of thunder sounded overhead, it made you yelp and begin racing faster down the length of the sidewalk.

Gazing to your left, the solid black front door caught your attention, the familiar home seeming too inviting.

Loki.

Cutting over the lawn and pressing your sneaker-covered feet on the steps to the small wrap-around porch, your eyes were met with the gold-embellished doorbell. Inhaling sharply, a streak of lightning illuminated the sky and pushed you onward to ringing the bell.

“Please wake up, please wake up…” You trailed softly under your breath, tears still bubbling in your eyes. You glanced up to the second floor to the flicker of light break through the curtains of the bedroom. Breathing out a small sigh of relief, it wasn’t long before the door was being pulled open.

“Darling?” Loki’s sultry voice called out to you. He saw the ends of your hair dripping with water and without hesitation, he reached forward and pulled you inside.

Closing the door, his blue orbs cast into yours and he quickly saw the look of fear present in your eyes. He was able to pick up on your moods with ease.

“What happened?” Loki questioned, already taking your hand and leading you up the staircase toward his bedroom. You remained quiet, unsure of what to say.

“It’s nothing…. It’s stupid, really. I got into a fight with one of my family members. It’s okay, we just exchanged words, but… You know how I am.” You said sheepishly, a few tears streaming down your face. Loki had led you into the comfort of his bedroom where he soon was helping you change out of your dampened clothes. As he pulled one of his larger shirts over your frame, a loud crash of thunder sounded, causing you to jump closer to his chest.

Loki wrapped his arms protectively around you. “It’s okay,” He said, planting his lips to your forehead. “But why were you out there tonight, Darling?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I couldn’t bear to go home and be alone… I was hoping maybe I could stay here for the night.” You breathed out uneasily.

Loki’s eyes pooled into yours. “Love, my home is yours. Of course, you can stay here. I just want you to be okay and feel safe.” He whispered. He could feel your body shaking against his, seeing as your breaths came in labored pants. Quickly, he took your hands into his.

“Hey, look at me,” Loki softly spoke. Your eyes lifted to meet his and Loki held your gaze intensely. “Deep breaths, okay? You’re going to run yourself into another panic attack if you aren’t careful… Focus on me, Love. I’m right here.” He encouraged you to take big breaths. Soon, you were following his breathing pattern and a wave of calm slowly began to flood over you.

Loki led you beneath the blankets. He removed his shirt for the second time tonight and tossed it over the chair by his reading nook. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your temple and felt as you curled into him.

His grip on you relaxed as you rolled onto his chest. Burying your nose into the crook of his neck, Loki began to draw circles into your back. You smiled gently, your lover nuzzling closer into you.

Pretty soon, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Loki’s arms were secured around you as he planted one more gentle kiss to the top of your head, whispering a sweet ‘goodnight’ into your ear before turning off the light and giving in to his own rest.

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It kills me how Tumblr will see the most broken, traumatized, impossible to talk to, emotionally unavailable dark haired person and be like: "yes this is the person I'll fall in love with"

And then proceed to write fanfics, fanart, headcannons to the point where it trends every two weeks or so

Dream Of Me | tasm!p.p

summary: this is something I thought of writing for @agnesamarantheastwood after I saw a personal post about her suffering from insomnia. V, you are the sweetest person ever, I really hope this makes you feel somehow happy and so very hugged, you're also a part of what made me come back to writing in here, so this is also a thank you.

In which Peter comforts reader after waking up to a panic attack caused by a heavy insomnia episode coming from his girlfriend.

pairing: Peter Parker (tasm!) x reader

genre: fluffy, comfort

involves: crying, cuddling, disney, top tier boyfriend!peter, a clueless author trying her best to write about insomnia

word count: 1,9k

Peter and you were dating for four months now, and you got to tell him once or twice about your troubled sleep schedule. He knew how melatonin pills and other meds usually helped you sleep and that you never got to the point of running out from those, either carrying them in your purse for nights at his house or travels or keeping a tidy mini stock of them on your bathroom counter.

However, Peter failed to notice how, even with the pills still there –though the stock remained untouched–, you were not really functioning to the best of your capacity. You kept yawning and the bags you usually already had under your eyes were now a deeper color each day, but you didn't mind running out of concealer sooner as long as it kept you from having that conversation with a worried Peter.

The truth is; for the four months-time you were dating, your boyfriend never got to see when insomnia got the worse of you. Peter never met the really sleep-deprived y/n, and that encounter kinda scared you. You knew that it wouldn't take long for it to get harder and harder for you to sleep, –you even though this time it was taking too long for another crisis–, but gosh it felt so good how you weren't taking longer than usual to fall in a deep slumber, so you decided to just enjoy that.

You were scared that the minute Parker met with the harsher consequences of you not having proper sleep, the second he caught you unfocused, zoning out and forgetting so many things like you knew you ended up doing on your worst cases, he'd realize it could be maybe a little too much, and maybe he'd leave.

You had to give Peter some credit, he has been nothing but a sweetheart to you, but the tiniest possibility of overwhelming your boyfriend –who was already busy with his own problems that felt like the weight of the whole city– left you feeling like you were too much work to him and it was unfair.

So this thought just added up to your anxiety as you tossed and turned in bed a little after two in the morning trying to find a good position for your body to just rest and sinfully thinking nonstop about how much sleep-time you already lost and everything you'll have to do tomorrow as your eyelids were firmly shut. gosh, you had to wake up at six.

You didn't even realize your body was shaking. Peter did though, –even if he was lucky to have already dozed off, he always noticed the breakdown of things, claiming that it was like he had an exclusive spidey-sense just for you.– Your boyfriend rolled up in the bed hugging you from behind, still lightly asleep, but that didn't help. Instead, you felt trapped and uneasy and you didn't know how to approach that in the absolute middle of the night.

You sighed, throat burning as you gulped, finally taking your phone out of under the pillow and putting it on the bedside desk, you had to try it one more time, you had to sleep.

You felt so absolutely conscious about everything around you and about your tucked body forming almost a ball of limbs under Peter's left arm, –which felt heavier than ever–. Peter cleared his throat as he opened his eyes, waking up alarmed by your troubled atmosphere. You were shaking.

"Hey..." His voice sounded raspy but firm. Peter took his hand away from your waist. "y/n, turn over, look at me... look at me," Peter cooed. As you turned over, he stared at your wide-eyed, distressed form and frowned just a little bit. "Hi," Peter said, you sniffled in response.

"It's okay, I'm here, look at me," He kept staring deep into your eyes, giving instructions so you would calm down "It's okay baby, I'm here now," Peter finally decided to touch you again, aiming his hand towards your shoulder, you hiccuped for air, still feeling that burning sensation on your throat. "Wow, you're sweating- breathe for me, okay? slowly... We need to slow this down, nice and soft."

Even if your boyfriend was the only one doing the talking, he didn't demand an immediate response from you as he noticed you slowly coming back to your senses and following his directions, eyes piercing through his as well, letting out long, shaky breaths. "Attagirl, you're doing amazing!", As your breathing pace came slowly back to normal, Peter's concealed fear was subsided, relief taking over. Of course, he has done it before, calming people down after rescuing some of them during building fires and other situations, he has never, though, calmed someone he deeply cared for during a situation he didn't know the reason. To see you cooling down meant to Peter that he was doing a good job, and, most importantly, that you'll be fine.

"Hold on to me, okay? Everything is okay, it's just me and you...," when you finally looked a bit more present, you were lying on top of him, holding onto him with both arms and an apologetic look on your face, "panic attack?" Peter finally asked, trying to understand what brought you to that previous state, you shook your head lightly, showing a thin smile, "I can't sleep." You stated simply but sighed deeply avoiding to stress over it again.

"Aww babe, I'm sorry; I just woke up and I felt something was wrong and then I heard your heart beating..."

"Sorry I woke you up, Pete." Guilt washed over a part of you, either you woke him up or he really did feel like something was going on and you disturbed his sleep.

Peter smiled reassuringly; "There's nothing to be sorry about, it's a good thing I'm here." You noticed how his features still looked sleepy, he ran a hand through your hair. "Keep breathing deep and slow. It's all good, beautiful, you're doing very good."

He chuckled under you, "You know, you should really consider keeping me around, I'm gonna have my uses..." He joked. When he woke up, feeling you shaking and listening to your loud heartbeat, his train of thought didn't fail to give him a lot of terrible-case scenarios and then some. He had yet to know if the lack of sleep you mentioned was caused by anything, or if he was experiencing the first time you had an insomnia case by his side. The possibility that his presence gave you anxiety made his heart feel small.

"Yeah? So I can use you?" You chuckled, giving a little twist to his joke. It was weird how cozy you felt right now even though your mind kept racing with different outcomes of Peter understanding the whole of your condition.

"Yeah you can use me anytime you want!" Peter's laugh probably would be considered too loud for the late hour as he blinked an eye at you. For a few moments, the both of you fell in silence, and the boy could still hear your rapid heartbeat. "Oh, wow! Your heart is still racing!" he whispered; as you frowned, he placed one of his hands over yours on top of your chest, waiting for a few seconds so you could feel the rhythm yourself. "See, that's crazy!" As you admired his surprise, Peter fell quiet for a short moment, before he could continue:

"Haering your heartbeat like this... feeling it, so fast... I don't like it, you know?" He rhetorically asked, chuckling a bit, "It makes me think like, I don't know like you're so fragile... I wanna take care of you" Peter concluded, preventing himself from rambling as he made his way to getting up, offering you some water. You stopped him by grabbing his arm, shaking your head slightly, "No, no, no I want you here."

"It's okay," He smiled, relaxing "I can stay, I'm not going anywhere- oh wait let me get a candle." Peter used of his already lifted torso and reached for your bedside table across from you. While he lit the candle with an electric lighter, you appreciated his caring aura, looking at his beautiful traces.

"You're staring." you smiled after hearing that, your boyfriend was back at your side, hugging you a bit. Deciding that you were silent for too long, you started to explain how you felt, trying your best to find the right words. "It just that, like, when it reaches a point when I'm really not sleeping, I get so out of it Pete, really, plus I could just black out anywhere sometimes because I'm so tired but my body won't accept proper sleep at the right time and-"

Peter sighed, using his tongue to wet his lips a little, "You know, when you're awake in the middle of the night, especially when going through a phase like that or when these things are on your mind, I wanna be awake too." You turned your head to look at him as if he had just said the craziest thing.

"I don't want you to be alone when you're in a moment like this... Come here, wait." It was as if he just thought of something really fast; Peter got up from bed, throwing his blanket a little, and you were onto doing the same when he quickly grabbed you bridal style, cooing something like "Come here my baby", he carried you two through the small hallway that divided the rooms on his suit, it felt messy as you kept the fluffy cover on your hands, and you giggled, asking him "What are you doing?" in a low tone.

As he got to the living room, Peter placed you on the couch and turned to the tv, looking for the remote. You sat comfortably with the blanket over you and legs tucked close to your upper body. Peter had put on Disney+, he knew a little about your comfort movies and tales, stuff that felt like small talk as you shared them on your first dates, but that he actually did remember.

"You know, If you don't sleep through this one we can put on Sleeping Beauty," Peter gave you a side smile while going to sit beside you, remote in hand and the old animation story of Robin Hood loading on the TV screen. "Ironically I know it's one of your faves." Peter continued as he made himself comfortable.

As the Rooster started to sing the Whistle Stop, barely a minute into the movie, your boyfriend started scratching your neck, feeling content when you hummed. "You remember the first time you told me you suffered from insomnia..? We were, like, two months in and you were having a little trouble to sleep?" You put your head on his shoulder, "I told you I'm okay with that. 100%, beautiful. I'm lucky to be with you regardless," His hand now caressed the place in between your ear and the nape of your neck and you closed your eyes, both enjoying the sensation of his touch, the song, and the feeling of relief that washed over you knowing that Peter would stick around, through heaven or high water.

"I love every itty bit of you", he hushed, you smiled, slowly turning your head to look at him again, "everything?"

"Yeah, even your toes, even your weird big one." Peter provoked, taking a loud cackle from you as he failed on shushing through his giggles. "Oh, no... that was bad." He could sense your smile through your voice as you moved your head back to his shoulder, scootching a bit so you were cuddling.

"I'm always at your service, m'kay? Babe, I love you." You felt completely relaxed as Peter murmured, eyes finally closing again as you now drifted off, finally, to the sound of your boyfriend's breathing and a comfort movie.

winter blues 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: 

“why are you here?”

“why are you ignoring my calls?”

warnings: seasonal depression (unmentioned but that’s what it is), comfort, avoidance, fluff, peter is nice (mostly) 

a/n: this is so random and so terrible but my computer doesn’t deserve to have this banished away. happy winter!!!! 

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