This Was Honestly So Wholesome. Mia Sounds Caring But At The Same Time Hey Id Be Annoyed Too. You're

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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My Girl, My Love | d.m. x reader

Summary: Draco wants to keep your relationship a secret when you’re new to Hogwarts because he doesn’t want people to make assumptions about you based on his reputation. But he’s a bit too in love to keep it a secret.

Warnings: none, it’s just lots of fluff

Word count: ~2.9k

a/n: how I’ve missed writing full length fics. I’m actually very pleased with how this one turned out hehe. This is part of the “Harry Potter Writing Event”. Make sure to check out other writers’ fics as well from the event!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

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You walk fast through the corridors of Hogwarts. Portion with Slughorn is your first class ever at Hogwarts—but you’re already late for that.

It isn’t your fault, as it is challenging to find the right turn. Many of these corridors look the same. It isn’t your fault either that you transferred to Hogwarts mid-semester and a couple of years later than the students in your year.

But you’re happy. You can finally be closer to where your heart belongs.

“I’m so sorry, professor! I couldn’t find the right classroom”, you say when you open the door and have everyone’s eyes on you.

“You must be miss y/l/n! Glad to have you in class. Please take a seat”, professor Slughorn says.

You grab the closest seat as you don’t want to drag any more attention to you. You look around for the one pair of familiar eyes. And indeed, you find them, sitting in the back with his friends.

He gives you a small smile only you to note, but his eyes show that he’s happy to see you here.

After the class, you stay behind to apologise once again for your lateness. Professor Slughorn is not bothered at all that you were late. He understands that it’s easy to walk in the wrong direction in these corridors when you’re new to the school.

So when you walk out of the classroom, you feel someone pulling your arm and dragging you around a corner. His arms slung around you in a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you”, he mumbles into your neck.

“I’ve missed you too. But I’m finally here now”, you say as you hug him tightly back.

He let you go but still rest his left arm on the wall behind you. His right arm strokes your cheek.

“Hi, Draco!” you say with a happy voice. Instant, a smile spread across his face.

“I love when you say my name, y/n.”

The way he says your name always makes you blush, which Draco finds adorable.

“School has been talking about you. You’re the topic of the year”, Draco says and kisses you on the other cheek that he’s not stroking.

“Why?”, you ask a bit worried.

“It’s not too often someone starts mid-term and also years later. Then because of your family also. And of course that you’re breathtaking. It somehow makes people talk”, he chuckles and gives you another kiss, but this time on the lips.

“Are you sure you want to keep this a secret? I wouldn’t mind letting everyone know that you’re my boyfriend”, you say when you break from your kiss.

Draco looks at you a little bit sad. He wants everyone to know that you’re his and he’s yours. He wants to tell everyone how proud he’s of his girlfriend. How kind and beautiful she’s. But he couldn’t be selfish—he didn’t want to drag you down with his reputation before you even got a chance.

“Yes, I’ve got a not so good reputation here, and I don’t want that to affect you. I want everyone to see how beautiful and kind your heart and brain are before they make any assumptions.”

“I wouldn’t care what anyone else expects for your thoughts about me. I don’t care about any reputation. I know how your heart is, and that’s what I fell for.”

Draco smiles. He knows that. He always knew that. He knows where you have him and where he has you.

However, you two ended up keeping your relationship a secret.

ϟ

And indeed, is Draco right that you’re the topic of the year at the school. As soon as you walk into the Great Hall alone, it feels like everyone stops doing what they were doing. Eyes are on you—the new girl.

You feel very insecure about it. You look around and meet with too many eyes. But only a pair of those eyes make you feel calmer, and that’s Draco’s eyes.

Draco looks worried at you. Maybe this is a bad idea to let you get into this alone. He stands up and is going to trash the idea of having a secret relationship. He feels that he need to be there for you.

But when he’s about to take the first step over to you, he sees Hermione walking towards you.

“You can sit with us if you want to”, Hermione says to you. You nod your head and walks towards her table, where she’s sitting with her friends.

Draco calms down as he sees you’re not alone anymore. Maybe Granger is not so bad, he thought.

“Draco, what are you doing standing up?” Pansy asks, confused. Draco looks around his table and sees that all his friends are looking at him now.

“I—” he says but sits down again. Not sure what to say.

“It almost looked like you were going to go to the new girl—” Blaise chuckles.

“I thought so too! But she’s Draco’s type so that I wouldn’t blame him”, Theo added in with a chuckle.

Draco, who rarely blushes, is blushing now. And that’s something his friends notice. He would be good at lying to anyone else, except for his close friends and you.

“Draco, do you have anything to tell us?” Pansy asks with a raised eyebrow.

“You have to keep this as a secret”, Draco says.

ϟ

It feels good that after lunch, you made some friends. You had been sitting and eating with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They all were very kind to you. They had told you that you could sit whenever you wanted with them.

You are now on your way to your next class. As usual, you’re a bit lost in the corridors.

“Hey, new girl!” you hear someone shout for you. You don’t recognise the voice.

When you turn around you see a girl and a boy walking towards you. You recognise them from sitting with Draco earlier. They must be his friends, you think.

“She does have a name—” the girl says to the boy before she turns to you.

“Hi, y/n!” she says, smiling.

“Hi!” you say, confused and not sure why they approach you.

“We heard about you stole our friend’s little heart”, the boy says and put his arm around your shoulders and starts to guide you to the classroom you’re supposed to be in.

You’re unsure of what to say as you and Draco had decided to keep it a secret.

“Don’t worry y/n, Draco told us during lunch”, the girl says and lightly grabs your arm as you all kept on walking.

“We’re friends of Draco. I’m Pansy, and this is Blaise”, Pansy continues.

“Oh, that’s right. I’ve heard about you”, you say when you realise that Draco had on many occasions brought up his friends in conversations with you. Somehow you felt a bit relaxed and happy that they’re Draco’s friends and know about you.

“Yeah, and he didn’t tell us about you until today—” Blaise sighs over his friend being so enclosed with his life sometimes.

“But don’t worry, we keep your little thing a secret until you’re ready”, Blaise playfully winked.

“Or more likely when Draco is ready not to be so worried about everything. I think you two look cute and can’t wait for you to make it public”, says Pansy before you’re at the entrance of the classroom you’re supposed to be in.

“How did you know, or are you also taking this class?” you ask them both.

“Your boyfriend told us you can get a bit lost. And he also has your schedule. So don’t worry y/n, we got you!” Pansy says as she starts to walk back with Blaise.

“See you around y/n!” Blaise shout.

ϟ

A few weeks later, you’re sitting in the library to study. You see Draco and Theo, and you decide to sit at the table beside them—perfect for you to see him and for Draco to see you.

As you sit down, you see Draco looking at you happily. You smile at him, and Theo looks up to see what Draco is distracted by.

And, of course, it’s by you. Theo is not surprised. He chuckles for himself and turns back his attention to the book—knowing very well that his friend lost his attention entirely to the book they have to study.

You smile as you stare back at him. Draco could stare at you all day as you look like art for his eyes.

But his art is interrupted by someone else. Cedric Diggory takes the seat beside you. Draco’s face switches into an unpleasant expression.

“Hi, y/n!” Cedric says to you as he sits down.

“Oh, hi!” you say, unsure what he wants. You look over quickly at Draco, giving him an uncertain look. You see how he stares at both of you. Cedric notices but doesn’t think more of it.

“What are you doing?” he instead asks you smilingly.

“I’m reading so I can finish up the assignment in Transfiguration. How can I help you?” you ask politely.

All you want is for Cedric to leave so you could go back to stare at your boyfriend.

“I wanted to ask you—” Cedric starts to say and put his hand on yours that is resting on the table.

“If you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he has hope in his eyes—you could see it.

“No, I got plans,” you say and take away your hand and stands up to leave the library. It had made you uncomfortable, and you do have plans with Draco.

Draco would always sneak you into his dorms during the weekends when everyone is out in Hogsmeade. You two would stay there and cuddle while telling how much you love each other.

Without looking back, you walk out of the library. Cedric is still sitting by the table but alone now. He isn’t sure how you had said no right away. Before asking you, he was pretty sure that you would say yes.

Draco heard your conversation and saw how uncomfortable you had become. He isn’t pleased with how Cedric acted.

Without thinking, he stands up and walks towards Cedric. Theo looks up and looks amused to see what his friend is about to do.

“Diggory!” Draco says and takes the seat that you just had been seated at.

“Malfoy”, Cedric says shortly.

“I would appreciate it if you don’t ask my girlfriend out again and don’t put your hand on her. I don’t like it when you make her feel uncomfortable”, Draco says with an annoyed tone.

“Your girlfriend?” Cedric asks, confused.

“Yes, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Your y/n’s boyfriend—” Cedric starts to laugh.

Somehow it sounds nice for Draco to hear him being addressed as your boyfriend—he likes it even if Cedric is laughing.

“Yes, I’m her boyfriend. So please back off!” Draco says with a death stare.

Cedric stops laughing and puts up his hand to show that he got the memo.

ϟ

You and Draco try to hang out as much as possible. It’s not always easy as you still keep your relationship a secret.

Draco would always wait for you after classes and drag you to an abandoned part of the corridor.

“You look so beautiful today. Did you get my letter this morning?” Draco asks as he gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Yes, and it made my morning.”

Every morning, Draco would let his owl deliver a handwritten love-letter for you. It always contains sweet words that are just reserved for you.

“Good! I’ve missed you like crazy”, he says and kisses you again.

You chuckle, “You said that yesterday as well”.

“It’s only because I miss you every time I’m not with you”, Draco chuckles.

You stare into his eyes and say, “I miss you too!”

As the break is about to end, you have to make your way to your next class. You say goodbye to Draco and kiss him before running to your next class.

Draco stands there and sees you run off. He smiles and still feels the feeling of your soft lips on his.

“Guess we caught the biggest news in school. What do you think, George?” Draco suddenly hears from behind him. He turns around to see the Weasley twins.

“I think we caught the biggest news, Fred”, George says, pleased.

Draco looks at the twins in panic. They had seen him and you being together and kissing.

“What do you mean?” Draco tries to play dumb, in case they didn’t see.

“You and y/n—”, Fred starts to say.

“Kissing in secret”, George ends the sentence.

Dracos sighs, knowing very well that he can’t make it out with any lies.

“We’re dating, but can you please not tell anyone” Draco begs.

“What do you think, Fred?” George says.

“Fine, but it cost”, Fred says and crosses his arms.

“Exactly what I thought”, George says with a grin and high-five his brother.

Draco sigh, “What do I have to do?”

“Buy some of our products”, the twins say simultaneously.

ϟ

It was Draco’s idea to keep your relationship a secret. But it isn’t going too well. He had told, by now, many people that you two are dating.

His whole quidditch team knows that because he had sneaked off with you before the match for you to give him a good luck kiss.

His captain Marcus had pushed him to tell where he had been, and even if he made up something, Marcus didn’t believe him until he told the captain about you. It ended with Marcus telling the whole team.

Luna had also been too observant of how Draco acts. And then had she asked Draco, after she noted that every time you two passed each other in the corridors, your hands would sneakily brush each other’s.

It was something that Draco likes to do. He would, however, if he could walk down the corridor hand in hand with you.

After Luna asked Draco, he had confessed that you two are dating. Somehow it’s effortless for him to tell everyone that you’re dating. Maybe he’s proud and too in love with you, that makes him say it. It does sound nice when he says it; has he thought of it.

Even the golden trio know that by now. It happened last week when you was send to the hospital wing because you had fallen from the stairs. It was nothing major, but you had to have a check-up to be sure.

When Draco heard that you were in the hospital wing, he ran right away to there. But Hermione, Ron, and Harry were standing in front of the door to the hospital wing.

You have become close friends with Hermione after your first encounter at lunch in Great Hall. But still, she didn’t know about Draco.

“Not now, Malfoy”, had Harry said, stopping Draco from entering as he thought you wanted some privacy.

“Move, Potter!” Draco demanded. He’s worried about you, so he’s even more annoyed than usual with Harry.

“Why do you even have to go in there now?” Hermione sighed.

“Because my girlfriend is injured and inside there. I’ve got to see her”, Draco said with an annoyed tone.

They all looked at him, confused.

“The only one in there is y/n”, Ron said.

“Yes, it’s y/n who’s my girlfriend. Can you all please move aside?!”

As confused as they are, they moved aside for Draco to slam open the door. They stand by the door to see if this could even be true.

“Draco!” you said excited, happy to see him.

“Love, how are you?” he asked with a worried voice as he walked towards you to give a hug.

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. Just a bit clumsy”, you chuckled.

Your three friends stood at the entrance, confused about what they just had witnessed.

ϟ

So when you sit in the Great Hall for breakfast, you feel someone take a seat beside you. The smell of the too-familiar cologne makes you very surprised—Draco is sitting beside you.

“Hi darling!” he says without trying to be quiet.

You look at him, not sure what he’s doing. In the Great Hall would everyone have the best view to see what’s happening between the two of you.

“Draco, what are you doing?” you whispered, in case Draco had forgotten to keep your relationship a secret.

But Draco didn’t care about that now. “I might have already told too many people about you and me—”

Now you’re looking at him even more confused than before.

“And I’m too in love with you to not hang out with you all the time. So can we please make it not a secret anymore? If you’re comfortable with it”, Draco says and takes your hand in his.

“Draco, I never wanted to keep it a secret. So why would I want it now” you say with a smile—not whispering anymore.

Draco leans into a kiss, and you’re for the first time kissing openly at school. Some people are surprised about you two, but the ones who know about this already are cheering.

When you break the kiss, Draco turns around to everyone and proudly and happily says, “This is my girl, my love!

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TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Peter’s love language is something of which he is very deprived. You’re his exception.

Peter Parker is incredibly touch starved.

Living without that typical parental warmth surrounding you can do that, he figures, especially after losing the uncle who so kindly took him in along the way. Of course, that’s not to downplay the generous sacrifices of his Aunt May, who he undeniably adores beyond words.

Yet, as much as Peter’s grateful for what he still has left in his life, he wishes affection could be a more constant presence.

In all honesty, he’s learned to want that sort of thing through his work as Spider-Man—most commonly because of the longing he feels when he can save someone and return them to their loved ones. He gets the opportunity to connect a family together again, to see friends embrace and cry and reach out for one another, to watch on as couples kiss each other’s cheeks and foreheads feverishly, as if they’ve just realized the fragility of existence in that very moment. He’s fortunate enough to have people he’s saved extend an arm to him in thanks, people who’ve hugged him just for the sake of needing it. He’s torn to bits in the circumstances where he can’t save everybody. But he takes the risk of personal heartache with a grain of salt, and he pushes on to prevent their frequency.

Peter Parker is touch starved, but he earns enough compensation for it by rescuing others from the same fate.

He figures that it’ll be another ten, fifteen years of waiting to get that sort of thing for himself—hell, maybe he’ll never get it. Some days, he thinks that he’ll eternally have nobody’s arms to wrap around him but his own.

But then there’s you.

You discovered that he was Spider-Man by complete accident. Peter has an awfully reckless tendency to pull off his mask whenever he thinks he’s alone, even if he’s not in the safety of his own room. On a night when he needed a moment to think, following a very lengthy and tiring few hours of chasing police radio calls all over the city, he just so happened to find himself sitting atop the roof of your apartment complex (and by just so happened, he was being completely intentional in choosing your building, although not yet realizing the weight of his decision).

It was a comforting spot to him—almost as good of a view as the Empire State Building, whilst also providing with him a dose of nostalgia that made him think of all the times you’d brought him up there after school; it was a tradition he’d passed on in the few weeks prior, given that his hero duties started taking up a considerable amount of his time. He found himself missing it.

What he also missed was you walking out onto the roof, right up until you tentatively gasped out his name into the frigid evening air. Peter nearly fell off the side of the building in shock, but you were quick to pull him back to you, very easily pulling an honest explanation out of him when he began to see the concern in your eyes.

He didn’t expect a lot of things that happened that night, but the one that stunned him to his core was the way you hugged him after everything was thrown out in the open.

It was so warm. You were so warm. Sure, he’d known you long enough where basic touch was next to normal. A bumping of shoulders, the ruffling of hair, the unintentional brushing of hands. He saw you so often, after all. Even so, something as standard as a hug was causing a flood of emotions to rise up in him, nearly drowning him in the process, yet letting him breathe so effortlessly that his chest ached. He could feel the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat against his, could map out the grooves in your fingertips as they curled into the hair at his nape. He couldn’t help the onslaught of heat that bloomed on his face at the realization that you weren’t letting go anytime soon.

That night, you stayed up there with him for hours in the cold (although you made a few trips to your room and back with a handful of hot drinks and much warmer clothing at the ready, praying that Peter wouldn’t dart from your rooftop without warning), convincing him to open up sides of him that nobody had ever seen before. You offered him a wool blanket to drape over his suit and a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and it was like a light-switch got flipped in his head.

Peter realized that he had finally found it, not a day or a decade too late, and that he never wanted to live without it again.

He became much more affectionate from then on, keeping a gentle hand on the small of your back whilst navigating the school halls, brushing stray wisps of hair away from your face, and letting you fall asleep against his shoulder on the subway. No matter how many times he’d initiated contact before, it always sent your mind into a frenzy—especially when he would lean down and murmur, “is this okay?” beside your ear whenever his proximity bordered on near-romanticism.

Of course, you wouldn’t mind if it was romantic, but Peter didn’t need to know that.

You’ve discovered that it gets even more pronounced when he’s Spider-Man, because apparently a mask enhances a person’s confidence tenfold. Seeing videos of his cheeky commentary and caring acts of heroism paled in comparison to watching him work in person. You got the opportunity to learn that firsthand when—soon after his accidental reveal to you on the rooftop—some deadbeat decided to rob the convenience store on 14th by Midtown, and you were left to hide in the back corner, ducking beside a wall of energy drinks that you were damn near prepared to start throwing at the criminal if you had to crouch down any longer. Luckily, Peter caught wind of the situation before you could resort to such irrational aggressions, and he took care of it with practiced ease.

“You alright there?” he had inquired once he discovered your “hiding” spot, reaching out a hand as if you were the only person in the place—which you most definitely weren’t. “What’s a sweetheart like you doing caught up in a situation like this, huh?”

You could only stare back at him with an unimpressed look etched on your face—although the way he murmured sweetheart echoed in your head the whole time, like a church bell going off on a Sunday morning. “I just wanted to grab some snacks before my friend came over later.”

“Yeah?” he hums, amusement ringing clear, “Tell your friend that he owes you.”

He was the friend, of course. You had agreed to meet up after his daily patrol for a traditional session of studying and watching TV, but apparently the world had slightly modified intentions before that.

“Oh, don’t worry,” you assured him, sarcasm layered into your voice. “He’s already paid me back.”

Peter then insisted on carrying you out of the store (because there was some shattered glass on the floor, he reasoned—but it was more sincerely because he’s an asshole), and as a result, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had held you so effortlessly for the rest of the afternoon; an arm secured snuggly around your waist, the other supporting your legs up; it was as if you’d just said your vows on the way down the chip aisle.

God, his proximity was overwhelming. How in the world could one person’s touch be so intoxicating?

Unbeknownst to you, Peter was asking himself the exact same question. He was always this close to telling you how he felt, always acknowledging the urge to confess to you as the words sat on the tip of his tongue, but nothing had ever actually come out before. He remembered the night that his identity was revealed to you, and he longed for that sort of moment again—even if just to convey the sheer amount of affection he held for you.

But the back of his mind itched with doubt, and that doubt morphed its way into a sort of selfishness that made his stomach churn. He couldn’t stand the thought of having you distance yourself from him if his feelings weren’t returned. After all, you were his best friend above everything else.

So he stuck to the warmth of you like a moth to a flame, getting just enough before the absolute blaze that was you could singe his wings. It was a game of give and take that fueled you more than he understood, and it only kept rising in stakes as the days trudged on.

Your hand on his face here, his hands on your waist there.

The smudging of whipped cream against a nose, the bringing of a fork to parted lips to steal a bite of pastry.

Breaths of a shared closeness mingling on a winter’s day, a quick peck on the cheek in parting—

“Hey,” he finally can’t stop himself from saying, sitting up straight on the cushioned stool that he’s pulled up to your family’s kitchen counter. He’s watching you intently as you scour for drinks in the fridge, your face illuminated by the fluorescent glow of the open door. Even hunched over and with your body partially engulfed by the stainless steel appliance, Peter finds himself thinking you haven’t looked more lovely a day in your life.

Maybe it’s because of the kiss he can still feel lingering on his skin—on the place just above the right hand side of his jaw, right where you’d left it before dashing off to third period that morning—but even without that, he’s almost positive you’d still look just as beautiful.

You eventually maneuver out from the door, triumphantly grasping two cans of soda in your hands with a grin before kicking your heel back to shut it. “Hey,” you mimic. “What’s up?”

You know what’s up, seeing as you almost banged your head on your desk in Physics earlier out of pure frustration. The awkward atmosphere was most definitely due to the impulse you hadn’t gained the strength to fight, and you’re sure enough that you’re about to pay for it with the way Peter shifts in his spot.

He offers a slanted grin when you slide a cola over to him, snagging it before it can topple over and get shaken up. “I was going to ask you that.”

“Were you now?”

You’re avoiding his gaze, putting all your focus into pulling the tab of your drink open with a satisfying hiss, downing a gulp of it before he can say another word. Something like hope (and a hint of bemusement) flutters in Peter’s chest.

“Do you really not want to talk about kissing me all that much? I’m hurt.”

“On the cheek, Pete. I kissed you on the cheek. But anyways, do you want to order delivery tonight?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

You finally glance up at him, shooting a pointed glare his way. “There’s not much to discuss. It was an accident, and I’m embarrassed about it. There. Now—delivery or something else?”

Peter frowns, the brightness in his pretty brown eyes dimming, and you find your heart seizing in your chest at his change in demeanor. He seems almost…disappointed. But as soon as you see it, he shakes it off just as quick.

“Why do you need to be embarrassed about something like that?” He mutters softly. “We’re best friends. I’ve seen you do more outrageous shit than something as simple as a kiss, you know.”

Simple. Your heart twinges at the term. “Doubtful.”

“How about that one time you bought a pound of gumdrops on Christmas Eve and threw up trying to finish the bag before midnight?”

“Okay, except for that.”

“I had to hold your hair up for ten minutes straight,” he persists. “I still don’t think I’ve ever seen such colorful—”

You’re smiling now. “Alright, alright, I get it! Hush, before I lose my appetite for the day, Parker.”

Peter just laughs, reaching a hand out across the kitchen countertop and placing it over your own. You let him.

“See? Nothing you could ever do would make me not want to be around you. So talk to me.”

He squeezes your fingers in reassurance, and against your better judgement, your heart palpitates. Damn him and his unrealized talent for flirting. You take a deep breath, mulling over whether to dodge his curiosity, to pin your butterflies to a corkscrew board and keep them there, or to let them fly out into the world without restraint.

“I don’t know, Peter,” you eventually sigh. “It just happened. To be honest, I didn’t really think about it before I did it.“

He’s rubbing soothing circles against your knuckles now. You’re hyper-aware of how sweaty your palms must be. “Why is that?”

“If you mean why I didn’t think about it, then…” Choose. Now or never. “I kind of just wanted to.”

Bye bye, butterflies.

A beat of silence. You don’t realize it, but Peter’s breathing has turned almost dangerously shallow.

“Oh.”

Of course, how could you possibly realize such a little thing, at least with the way the corner of his lip is quirking into the faintest of smiles?

You can’t bring yourself to comment on it aloud, but seeing how you can feel his eyes watching your own—tracing the subtlety with which you’re just barely outrunning the interlocking of his gaze with yours, like a game of cat and mouse—you’re sure he knows well enough. Peter’s never needed many words to read your body language just fine, and you with his in turn.

He’s enjoying this.

It’s a wordless communication, but timid hope radiates off that stupid little grin of his in droves. One that he knows you can see.

“I should’ve asked you if it was okay,” you manage. “I’m sorry.”

Peter’s out of his seat now, hand slipping out of yours as he makes his way in front of you. He makes up for the lack of his touch quickly, though, as a hand reaches up to tilt your chin—gently coaxing you to look him directly in the eyes for the first time since the conversation started. The sodas are growing lukewarm on the counter, all but forgotten.

“I already told you,” he says, breathy and low and so very pretty, “you don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s okay.”

You nod, feeling the hairs on your arms stand. The irony of it almost makes you laugh aloud, but the rate at which Peter is closing distance is enough to captivate you into silence. You wonder if he can hear the sound of your thoughts from this far—a difference of inches; an unknown territory that teeters on the verge of something completely relationship-altering.

A proposition.

“And what about now?” He ventures. “Do you still want to? Because I really do.”

You could sense it coming—could recall the memory of lingering touches that lasted far longer than needed, could feel the electricity that shot through you every time—and yet, it still made your heart stutter with unbridled elation.

“Yes, Peter,” you affirm, grinning. “Please do.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, bridging the gap and pressing his mouth to yours like his life depends on it. It tastes like cola, sweet and syrupy and surreal, and you’re blown away by the gentleness with which Peter kisses you, letting the pads of his fingers trace the outline of your face with the delicacy of handling porcelain. The colors of monarch, morpho, and swallowtail wings erupt behind your eyelids like fireworks.

You have to convince yourself to take a breath of air, but Peter doesn’t stray from you for long, eliciting a fit of laughter from you when he plants a flurry of pecks to your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

“Peter!” You groan, halfheartedly pushing him by the shoulders.

“What?” He teases. “This is payback for this morning!”

You surge forward to press one last kiss to his lips, backing away from the kitchen with a bounce in your step. “Shut up and get your coat, you ass. We’re going out for dinner now.”

Peter easily catches up to you, a goofy smile stretching across his face. “Like a date?”

“Yes, like a date.”

You blink owlishly when you turn to find Peter offering his arm to you, but you happily loop your arm with his after the second of surprise passes.

“This is much better than ordering delivery.”

“I swear, Parker…”

Peter was touch starved. As in, he used to be. And if you had anything to say about it, he wouldn’t face that issue ever again.

my heart went aww

I Know That Voice

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

CONTENT: some douchebag and a spider, comedy and major fluff

NOTES: while I was trying to think of ideas I thought, what if peter’s best friend just wasn’t a total idiot and actually recognized his voice when they met spider-man? what would that be like? so this is what came out of it. I thought it was really funny, hope you enjoy! last fic of 2021 :)

“who knows maybe he’s like, a really ugly dude with a receding hairline or something-”

peter bursts out laughing, shaking so hard he clutches his hand to his chest.

“you seriously believe that’s what spider-man looks like?” he wheezes.

“no- no! I didn’t say that’s what I think he looks like, I just said that could be a possibility!” you laugh. 

an hour ago when you came over to peter’s house to study, you had every intention to get straight down to business and start the project you two have together that’s due in a week from now. which was also assigned a week ago. doing projects with your best friend are always difficult, but you guys always manage to get a good grade in the end, since you are the two smartest in the grade, maybe aside from your other friend gwen. but when you mentioned to peter that you were 99% sure spider-man waved at you yesterday, it’s been a whole discussion on what you think he looks like. 

“who knows! he could also have no hair, or really bleached hair! or maybe he dresses like a frat boy everyday- or he is a frat boy! just because he’s a hero doesn’t mean he automatically has great fashion sense-” you ramble. 

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

THEOOOO!!!

What about me?

Pairing: Ex!Theodore Nott X Gn!Slytherin!Reader

Description: Theo confesses his feelings and mistakes to y/n. The only thing he didn't think about was them.

Warnings: None (let me know if i missed something)

Word count: 1.0k

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You sat in the Slytherin common room. Chatting amongst your friends enjoying the last few days before the holiday break. Then there was a moment when everyone's attention diverted to something behind you. Your friend tapped on your shoulder and pointed towards the distraction. When you turned you saw your ex-boyfriend holding a bouquet of flowers walking towards the group of you.

“I’ll see you guys later.” You grabbed your things and walked towards your dorm. You hoped you could avoid any interaction with him. Especially seeing him give flowers to another person. A few minutes later you got a knock on your door.

You opened it to see Theo standing there holding the flowers out to you. “Can we talk?”

You crossed your arms across your chest, “I don't think that there is anything to talk about, Nott.”

“Please don't be like this. Please just listen to what I have to say and if you don't like it, I will leave.” You stood in the doorway debating on whether letting him speak would be worth all the pain it was sure to cause. “Please y/n.”

“Fine, but the instant I tell you to leave, you listen and don’t come back. Understood?”

“Yes. I understand.” You moved your body away from the door, allowing him to move into your room. As you went to close it behind him you could see all of your friends staring at you with wide eyes. You tried to ignore the warning their faces gave you as you turned back to face Theo. He sat on your bed looking just as perfect as he always had in your eyes.

You stared at each other for a moment before you decided to speak. “Did you just come here to stare at me?”

“No. I came here to say I’m sorry. I hate the way we left things and I need you in my life now more than ever. I love you, y/n, and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” Those last words hurt, unlike anything. All of the fights, the breakup, nothing hurt more than those three words.

As many times as you had said them to him and silently begged him to say them back he never did. No matter how many fights those words arose, no matter how much those words meant to you they obviously didn’t mean enough for Theo to say them back.

“No.” You shook your head back and forth. “No.”

Theo stood from his spot on your bed and took a few steps toward you. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“No Theo. You don’t get to say that to me now. I waited months for you to say that to me. Months. Now all of a sudden you love me? I wanted you to say it in your own time. I wanted you to say it but only if you felt that way for me but this is just incredibly selfish. Did you ever once think about how this would affect me? Did you ever think that I was just getting over it? Did you ever think about me at all?”

“I-I did. I thought about you all the time. It was a mistake ever and I mean ever letting you slip away from me. I meant those words. I would shout it across the world if that’s what it would take for you to believe me.”

You stood staring at him in disbelief. “When you came up with this idea to tell me that you love me did you ever take my feelings into consideration? Did you ever think that this would hurt me more than you not saying it?”

For a moment he didn’t speak. He just stood there with an unreadable expression on his face. The feeling of your heartache was tearing through your body. It was the same as the day things ended between the two of you.

“I guess I didn’t. I truly hoped you felt the same way for me as I do for you. I lo-”

“Don’t. Just don't Theo. I was finally moving on. I was finally finding the worth in myself again.”

“I’m sorry y/n. I truly am. I just thought maybe I could fix it. I thought- No. I hoped that you still felt those feelings strongly enough that I could get you back. Letting you go was one of the most stupid things I could have ever done and I’m sorry.”

You took in his words. Letting them sink in. You let the feelings you had for him out of their cage in your heart. Feeling them more than ever. Then tears began pooling in your eyes. As you tried to blink them back they rolled down your cheeks.

Worry covered Theo’s previous expression as he walked closer to you. “Please don't cry, darling. Don't cry because of me. I hate to see you in pain. Regardless of if we are together or not, I care about you more than anyone else and if it were possible to take all of the pain I’ve caused away from you, I would in a heartbeat.”

A knock on the door distracted the both of you from the most intimate moment the two of you had since the breakup. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and turned around to open the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, but y/n one of the Weasleys is here to see you. I told him he had to wait though. I wanted to make sure you were up for visitors.”

“I- um-” You started to find an excuse before Theo interrupted you.

“No interruption. I was just leaving. So y/n I’ll see you around?” He asked before extending his arms for a small hug. When he pulled away he looked at you with a halfhearted smile.

“Yeah. You will.” You let out a small smile at the tall bronze haired boy as he once again walked out of your life. A part of you wanted him to stop. You wanted to hold him, kiss him, and to be his but you knew that you were both better off without the strain of one another and it is okay. Or at least it will be because time heals all things, even the things that hurt the most.

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