FANTASTIC

FANTASTIC

— INTO THE BLOGOSPHERE.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x female reader

summary: peter’s crush is now his chem partner. complicated? not until he finds her blog dedicated to a certain masked vigilante.

warnings: swearing, mild violence, peter being an idiot, reader being an idiot, shitty writing

author’s note: as requested by anon a while ago! please excuse the terrible writing, i did this on no hours of sleep. happy reading! - ni x

Peter didn’t mean to look at your laptop.

He swears it was a complete accident that he found your blog, but really isn’t it your fault that you left it open?

In fact, he can’t feel too guilty because you did say he could use it to search whatever he needed for your joint project while you went to go find your notebook. Well, that reason and the fact he feels like he’s going to be sick.

Peter isn’t too surprised. Because, of course, it’s just his luck that his Chemistry partner and crush since forever has a Spider-Man blog. Not only that, but he knows you. In the least stalkerish way possible, especially considering he doubts you even knew his name before you were partnered up. You’ve been partners for the whole academic year thus far, so he can say you’re definitely on a friend level. But he would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed you before that. He knows that you volunteer for everything, you’re always doing something or other for charity, always pinning up petitions to the notice boards and asking people for signatures with your bright and cheerful disposition.

Shit, if he wasn’t Spider-Man, Peter would be ashamed at his lack of charity work compared to you!

So, really, he can’t be surprised that you’re a fan of Spider-Man. He helps people, so obviously you have a blog dedicated to posting think pieces about the guy. The guy being him.

The thought makes him smile before he snaps out of it, realising you don’t even know that side of him.

And for that he has to be a little grateful, Peter thinks to himself as his spidey senses thankfully pick up your footsteps and he jumps back onto the bed. A couple seconds later you bound into your room, blowing your hair out of your eyes and offering an apologetic smile that almost blinds him, because it’s literally like the goddamn sun itself.

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Walls & Veils (Draco Malfoy x Reader): Vol.1 

Masterlist

Summary:

Monday to-do-list:

Coffee! Coffee! Coffeee

Go through pending reports

Eat that almond biscotti everyone is talking about

Draco Malfoy.  Focus. I mean, he is kinda hot

(Where Draco and the reader work for the ministry and communicate every day via “work reports” passed back and forth and have no idea they are actually talking to each other)

Genre: Fluff, workplace romance, enemies to lovers (ish) 

Warnings: none except some light swearing and mentions of food and one mention of scotch

Words: 2900

A/n: I wrote this for the Harry Potter Writing Event. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for stories written by other amazing writers. (Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated). Please note that the POV switches constantly in this but every switch is divided by “****” for your convenience. This is my first time writing a story set in the ministry, hopefully it worked out..

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this was honestly so wholesome. mia sounds caring but at the same time hey id be annoyed too. you're making me fall in love with pin even before i watch the series jenni 😂

and the horsey divider was a nice touchh

SECRETS TO KEEP | PIN HAWTHORNE

Summary: Mia doesn't want her little sister Y/N ride and forces her into stopping. Pin is there to stand up for Y/N, and certain things about Y/N's past come to light, showing the situation in a new light. Idea by @misssociopath (we built her idea further with my ideas though)

Fandom: Free Rein

Pairing: Pin Hawthorne x fem!MacDonald!reader

A/N: I hope you like it Hadleigh!

Warnings: mentions of death/near death situation, cringy title 😅

Word count: 2.2k

(gif is mine)

You loved these moments. The moments when you could sneak away and prepare Dusty, walking him to the arena and mounting it, feeling like you became one with it.

You just felt so free when you were on Dusty, wind blowing on your face, feeling like you were flying over the obstacles...

"Y/N, get off that horse!" Mia's voice pulled you away from your utopia, and you saw her marching towards you and you pulled Dusty to a stop.

"Mia-"

"How many times I have had to tell you that you simply. Won't. Be. Riding," Mia scolded you and beckoned you to come down.

You lowered your gaze in shame, getting off Dusty and Mia took his reins the moment you had let go of him, starting to walk him out from the arena, laying one last disapproving look at you.

You knew that Mia didn't want you to ride, and you knew the reason for it, too. But despite that accident, you loved riding and wanted to compete one day, so you had ridden when Mia was busy with other stuff, hoping she wouldn't catch you. But she did every once in a while, more than often actually, and it always ended with her scolding you all the way back home, saying it over and over again that what if, what if. You wanted to tell her that if you would leave things you dreamed of undone and fear everything, you wouldn't be able to live at all, but Mia was stubborn and you knew she wouldn't listen.

After a while of it going on, you decided to wake up every single morning before anyone else did and make your way to the stables. Fortunately Sam didn’t mind people riding horses or doing stable work even if it was five at the morning, because that was exactly what you were doing. The sun hadn’t even risen yet when you arrived to the stables and put Dusty ready.

You kind of knew it was foolish, if something would happen, nobody would help you, but Dusty was reliable and had never even stumbled when you were riding it. You could just sink into your own world as you rode, and after a while you grew accustomed to it, and didn’t even notice when sun rose and a certain stable boy came to lean on the fence, watching you ride.

It was only when you pulled the reins to stop Dusty and dismounted him, Pin spoke up. “I didn’t know you could ride so well.”

You were startled by his voice, abruptly turning around. “Pin! How long have you been standing there? You scared the heck out of me.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “But I meant what I said. Have you thought about applying to any competitions?”

You frowned and then shook your head. “No, um… no. I really can’t, or I’m not interested. Or I’m interested, but uh…”

“Are you too shy to apply?” he asked, and you offered him a nervous smile, just simply nodding. You felt awful for lying, but you knew that if Pin knew the real reason, he would go straight to Mia and confront her and that was the last thing you wanted. Her nagging would never end if that happened.

“I just… it’s really nerve wracking to ride while some old dudes are watching me,” you told him. It was partly true, which was probably why it went through with Pin.

“I understand, competing isn’t for everyone,” he replied, and you nodded, starting to walk Dusty back to his stable before Mia would arrive to the stables.

“Did you know Y/N can ride?” Pin asked Jade while they were at the tack room together, and she frowned.

“No? I’ve never seen her ride. I didn’t even know she’s into riding-” Jade began, but then Mia popped in to the tack room, her forehead wrinkled in visible confusion, and Pin and Jade turned to look at her.

“You saw Y/N ride? When?” she asked, and Pin cocked his head, Mia’s tone wasn’t snappy for once. She sounded… worried?

“This morning. She was out there with Dusty already when I came to work around six thirty. Didn’t you know Y/N rides either?” he asked, but Mia disappeared from the doorway without another word.

“You rode again this morning,” Mia’s voice interrupted your thoughts as you brushed Dusty, and you froze before you quickly composed yourself again and tried to seem innocent.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you rode this morning. You clearly won’t listen to me, so you won’t be coming to stables at all anymore, starting tomorrow,” Mia announced and your mouth dropped open, you certainly didn’t think it would go this far. You took a few steps towards her, but her stern expression didn’t change at all.

“No, Mia, please, I won’t ride anymore, I-”

Mia shook her head, interrupting you. “You have promised it before too, and still you’re breaking it over and over again. You do realise that it could happen again, don’t you? And still, you’re risking it all over again.”

“I’m a much more skilled rider now! It won’t happen again, it’s-”

“You can’t know that!” Mia raised her voice, attracting some attention outside Dusty’s stable. “You won’t be coming to Bright Fields at all anymore, that’s final.”

She stomped away from Dusty’s stable, almost bumping to Pin who had just come to the scene. She glared at him. “Watch it!”

“What’s up with your sister?” Pin asked you when he leaned against Dusty’s stable door and frowned when he saw your tear-stained cheeks. He opened the door quickly, walking over to you, taking a hold of your biceps as you threw the brush on the ground. “Hey, hey, Y/N, what’s the matter?”

“Mia said that she won’t allow me to come into stables anymore, she had heard somewhere that I’ve been riding even though she has forbidden it and she said that since I won’t listen to her, she won’t let me to come here anymore,” you choked out, sniffling and wiping your eyes to your hoodie sleeves.

Pin frowned. “What?”

“Riding has been the only thing that has made me happy, dad doesn’t really care about me or Mia, he’s always working and he’s never got time for us… Mia copes with it by being mean to everyone but I’ve coped with it by riding Dusty, and now she’s going to take it away from me,” you continued and Pin rubbed your arms.

“I’ll talk to her, don’t worry,” Pin told you and you couldn’t help but choke out a mocking chuckle.

“No offense, but do you really think he’d listen to you? She holds some personal grudge against you and your dad because of the Raven case.” you shook your head, but Pin wasn’t one to back down.

“I can be very persuasive if the situation needs that,” he assured and left Dusty’s stable and you standing there, a stripe of hope and admiration flashing through in your eyes. “Don’t worry, she’ll listen or I’ll make her listen.”

He didn’t have to look for long before Mia appeared from the tack room, and Pin tried to hold himself back from raising his voice on that moment. He absolutely hated seeing you cry, and the reason for it being your own sister who wasn’t very kind to anyone just boosted him.

“How can you be like that?” Pin asked Mia and she turned around in surprise.

“Like what?” she asked and rolled her eyes, “I’m not interested in your opinions about me, Hawthorne.”

She turned, but before she could walk away, Pin spoke again, “Your sister is crying because of you.”

Mia sighed and Pin knew she rolled her eyes again. “She came up to whine about it to you?”

“She said that riding Dusty is that thing which she uses to cope when your dad is always busy with work. That’s a lot better coping mechanism that yours is,” Pin crossed his arms and stared at Mia.

Mia looked down at the ground and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Y/N has no right to tell about our family business to random people here at the stables.”

“Why won’t you just let her ride? Or is she better than you? You can’t take it that someone is better than you in something?” Pin pressed on and Mia looked like she’s thinking and glanced around, before she opened the tack room door again and Pin followed her inside before she could close the door. Mia pressed her lips together and glared at him, but then took in a deep sigh.

“Fine,” she mumbled, clearly tired of avoiding the situation. “You want to know the reason why Y/N can’t ride?”

“Other than your jealousy?” Pin raised his eyebrows and Mia groaned.

“I’m not jealous! It’s just that… something… happened when we were just two little girls on a riding trip. It was stupid, but we thought it was an adventure,” Mia began, looking down at the floor as she recounted that day. “We had been watching this cartoon show where two teenager girls were detectives on horses and they always found some artifacts from the forest near their house. I got this great idea that we could try to find artifacts like that too, so we jumped on our ponies and didn’t even check the weather.”

Mia took a pause, sitting down on a stool as her eyes were still glued on that spot on the floor.

“Misty, Y/N’s pony, threw her off as a lighting struck suddenly. She was catapulted straight against a tree and fell unconscious from the impact. I managed to get her on my pony and walked myself in the pouring rain, all the way back to our house. Once we were there, dad called an ambulance.”

Mia swallowed as shee took a break, and Pin noticed her hands were shaking.

“She got hurt,” she choked out, and Pin frowned, she had never cried in front of him. “Really, really hurt. They said it was a miracle that her neck didn't snap from the force of the impact. And at first, doctors thought that she’d be attended into a wheelchair for the rest of her life, but it took just a few years and she could run again like nothing had happened. And she still wants to ride. But the problem is that we all want things we can’t get, and I can’t risk Y/N hurting herself like that again. I managed to save her once, but I can’t know if I can do it twice.”

Pin stared at Mia for a moment before turned away from Pin to wipe her eyes, and then sighed. “Y/N is a really good rider, I don’t know if you have seen her ride now. I think she even could have skills to compete.”

Mia sniffled as she turned back to Pin, frowning. “She can’t be that good.”

Pin smiled slightly. “Give her a chance to show you. By forcing her to stay out of the stables you’ll only ruin your relationship.”

Mia thought for a long moment, which was a good sign, before she finally sighed. “Fine. But I’ll hold you responsible if anything happens.”

Soon, you were at the arena, riding skillfully, even though nervously as Mia and Pin watched. Mia didn’t really show it, but Pin knew she was secretly impressed by your skills. After you pulled Dusty to a stop and carefully approached Mia, ready to hear that she still doesn’t want you to ride, you were met with her sighing.

“Fine. Y/N, you can ride. But Pin, you’re responsible of her. If something happens, you’ll be held on account for that,” she told him strictly, and you looked between the two before Mia left the scene. You stared after her for a while, before you turned your gaze to Pin again.

“How did you get her to listen?” you asked, sitting beside Pin on the fence. He smiled slightly at you.

“I got her convinced that if she takes away things you love, she’s ruining her relationship with you too. She cares about you more than you think," he replied, and you blinked at him.

“Are we talking about my sister or some fictional version of her?” you asked, but Pin just chuckled.

“I was surprised to see her like that as well, I didn’t think she would even be capable for feelings,” he shrugged and then turned to look at Dusty who had smelled that he had an apple in his pocket. He gave a little laugh and let Dusty take a bite, making you smile too. “But really, Y/N, you’re an awesome rider and person, I’m only happy to help you.”

You smiled and Pin and then carefully leaned your head against his shoulder, partly expecting him to clear his throat and pull away, but he just wrapped his arm around you and pulled you tight against him. You couldn’t help but smile wider as your heart started to beat faster.

Maybe everything would turn out even better than you expected.

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Hit The Bottom

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive sex, aged up characters

Summary: you got a bottom locker and Peter is the person who has the locker above you, now he always calls you 'bottom', though you have repeatedly told him you are most certainly not.

A/n- happy new year! so, last night I was just rewatching TASM, and this is just a short drabble. enjoy!!

“Looks like I’ve to hit the bottom…”

To any passing pair of ears, this would have sounded like a normal college guy with an ample of motivation for the day ahead. But, of course, you knew better.

Cowering your hand inside your locker (which, surprises, happened to be the bottom one of Peter Parker), you pretended to be rummaging Zeus’ lightning bolt yourself, having every mind to just slip off his daily addressal.

And of course, you couldn’t do that. The next second, you turned, your sneakers doing a total 360 degree rotation, and you came face to face with Peter, the skateboard slung along with his shoulder bag, the camera held in his hands with a pretty sweet smile.

“Good morning, bottom.”

“No, more like, I’ve to hit the top’s face away?”

“Hey!” he protested, still smiling. “That was a poem!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

You flashed your palms in a threatening manner as he patted you on the head. “Aunt Mae is going to her friend today evening.”

“Nice?” You chided back. “I hope she drags you too.”

Peter waved his arms as if he was doing jujitsu. “No, I was planning to invite you…yeah.”

You choked back a real choke on air, as you turned to him with ‘and-why-would-i-come’ expression. “I’m definitely not coming.”

“Aww, bottom’s scared.”

“I’m not scared!” Throwing a book on him (he caught it, no idea how), you stomped your feet like a cross between a spoiled child and a murderous bull. “And I most certainly am not a bottom!!”

“I bet you are,” still smirking, he placed his skateboard on the floor.

“I’ll prove it I’m not!” You felt your face grow warm and ears turning a perfect shade of hot red as he held back a grin and leaned towards you.

“Wanna bet?”

You knew, that was a seductive, silly, hot, half headed thing he said. Ignoring the weird backflips and the way your heart and stomach wanted to exchange their positions, you stuck your nose high in the air, scoffing at him.

“Bet, it is.”

His hickory brown eyes did a little shimmer dance, as he stood back, and mock saluting at you with two fingers, actually shouted from across the corridor.

“IF I WIN, YOU HAVE GOT THAT NAME, AND IF YOU WIN, I’D MAKE YOU A BOTTOM ANYWAY!”

Wait, fuck, you rubbed you face furiously with a stupid smile, you will have to win anyway.

hot showers always feel so good 😩. (bonus if they're after a long, tiring day!)

i j realised you're my go to writer for tasm!peter

recs for tasm!peter (some are blurbs and headcanons):

your entire masterlist

secrets and skateparks

being flirty bsf's with peter

baking christmas cookies with peter

watching horror movies with peter

trapped (tw: mentions of self harm, toxic!peter, dark!peter)

recs for marauders:

@/velvetcloxds

@/lonelyhe4rts

both these writers have amazing dialogues and fics :)

enjoy reading darling

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hjada thats so sweet ily

my entire masterlist lmaooo 😩💓

I ALREADY READ FIVE OF THESE ACTUALLY HAHA. In that order. spooky stuff.

and @velvetcloxds is an amazing hooman, I love her works <3 I'll check out the other one as well as all these ficsss 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Bruno just bopping to his own theme song is the funniest shit to me