HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM VENOM AND SPIDEY GO OUT THERE AND GET LOTS OF CHOCOLATE

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM VENOM AND SPIDEY GO OUT THERE AND GET LOTS OF CHOCOLATE 🍫🍫🍫

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the beauty next door (peter parker x reader)

summary: your next-door neighbor is, to your surprise, always there for you when you need him

word count: 1.4k

warnings: angst, fluff, hint of language. this is a repost! (with a bunch of editing) but this fic will officially be considered a longer fic and no longer a drabble.

a/n: am i using an andrew garfield gif? fuck yea i am. but tbh w any of my peter fics you can imagine whichever peter you want to imagine. obviously most fics are more mcu, but from now on most of my peter fics are going to be flexible meannningg you could imagine it's tom, andrew or even play station peter :)

also hey mutuals i tagged in this, please lmk if you're okay or not okay w being tagged! it's been a while and i'm not sure who reads my stuff anymore haha

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Peter wakes up at sudden repetitive knocking at his front door. He grumbles and glances at the clock. Three in the morning.

He just went to sleep a couple of hours ago. He places his hands on his face and then sits up as the knocking continues. He flicks on the light and groans out loud with frustration.

“What the fuck,” he complains and throws his sheets off of him, getting up to walk towards the door. He peeks through the peephole and to his surprise, he sees you standing there. You're trembling and looking around frantically with tears all over your face. “Y/n?” he opens the door immediately.

Peter moved into his apartment not too long ago and met you. When he first met you, he offered to help with your boxes and take them up to your place where he later found out was across his. He found you, and still finds you, absolutely breath-taking. He's more than happy to have you as his neighbor. Although, he was a bit surprised to find out you have a roommate, who happened to fortunately and unfortunately be your asshole of a brother. Though, you didn’t seem to mention him much so peter never asked.

Even though you and Peter didn’t get to see each other much because you both have your own busy schedules, you both couldn’t deny the pull you feel towards each other. Anytime you each had a chance to talk, whether it be meeting each other in the hallway, by the mailbox, or trash, you both took the time to get to know each other and catch up. Neither of you ever asked each other out, simply because you both have been planning to but haven't gotten around to it, yet.

You look up quickly and look at him with eyes full of emotions that he could recognize easily. Fear. Pain. He can feel your heart racing and opens his mouth to say something until you cut him off. Your lips quiver as you barely manage to murmur out, “I’m so sorry.”

Usually, you would never do something like this, wake up your poor neighbor at such an unusual hour but you know him and trust him and at the moment you felt like he was the only person you could go to. You're starting to feel a bit guilty now when your eyes rake over his exhausted face.

“What- what? No no no, it’s okay. It's okay. Are you okay?” he asks a slight rasp to his voice for just waking up. He cringes at his stupid question because he can easily tell you’re not okay but it was a question he'd always ask out of habit.

The simple question causes everything you were holding back to crash down on you. You choke on a sob and shake your head aggressively, hesitantly holding out your arms for him to hold you. You just want him to hold you, that's all you want right now and luckily, he does.

Peter immediately complies and pulls you into his embrace. He senses another presence and glances back at your place to see your brother slamming the door before storming off. He sends a glare toward him and brings you inside of his place, closing the door.

He places a hand on your head gently and the other on your back, rubbing circles onto your sweater in an attempt to comfort you. You cry loudly into the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around him, your hands are barely being able to meet as you try to hug him tighter. Your fingers grasp the materials of his shirt while your tears stain the clothing. Your knees gradually give up on you and you begin to slip through his arms.

He naturally adjusts and slides to the floor with you, holding you in between his legs. “Hey, I got you. Let it out,” he murmurs and massages your scalp, closing his eyes. He starts to think about how he’s going to teach that fucking brother of yours a lesson. He doesn't even want or need to know what he did because the fact that you’re in this state tells him enough.

You wail out as the memories flash through your mind. You weren’t sure why everything feels so painful. Everything mentally and physically hurts. All he did was yell, and yell, and yell. It terrified you every time. You thought at first you could handle it, but it seemed you’ve had enough, obviously. You couldn’t help but feel so weak after what had happened. So fragile. You thought to yourself, why couldn’t I be stronger?

Minutes fade into an hour. Your weeping falters into soft hiccups and coughs. Peter never stopped rubbing your back and soon he pulls away to glance at you. Embarrassed enough, you hide your face in his chest.

Christ, you’ve only known the guy for a month and here you are breaking down in his arms before you were even able to ask him out. as if you were ever going to though. 

“Let me look at you,” he murmurs and tucks a hair behind your ear. You really didn’t want to. You can already imagine how you look right now. Face red, nose runny, eyes puffy, sweaty skin, hair sticking everywhere. God. “C'mon, please?” he asks in a softer voice. How could you say no?

You groan quietly and begrudgingly lift your face up toward him. Now you can see his face. His stupid, perfect face. He begins to smile and you begin to frown. Why is he smiling? Did you look that bad? Before you could look away again, he carefully holds your face with his hand. “W-What?” you whisper, your voice hoarse and tired from the crying.

“You're absolutely beautiful, you know that?” he swipes a thumb underneath your eye, wiping away tears that you didn’t realize slipped out.

“No,” you reply honestly and sniffle. He chuckles quietly and continues to stare at you. You blush at his intense gaze and avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he rolls his eyes and pushes your head into his chest once again. He ruffles your hair which causes you to whine, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“But—”

“No buts. It's okay. I’m your friend. I’m here for you,” he mutters and places his chin upon your head.

You curl up closer to him and nod, placing a hand on his chest as he wraps his arms around you once again. “Thank you. Seriously. I'm here for you too..." you sigh and think back to everything that happened. You feel he at least deserves an explanation, "He—"

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” you reply, a bit shocked. You smile as your face smushes up against his chest and close your eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me. That’s what friends are for.”

“Are you really friend-zoning me right now?” you ask, your voice laced with sarcasm.

Your snarky retort throws him off guard. “W-What? No- no, it’s just I-I didn’t want to—”

“I’m joking.”

“Right, right,” he exhales and chuckles.

“Is it okay if I sleep next to you... tonight?”

“Yea, of course. Couch? my bed?”

“I don't care, just want to be next to you. If that’s okay.”

“More than okay, let’s go,” he stands up and swoops you up in his arms easily. Almost too easily, but you’ll bring that up later. He decides for you and walks over to his bed. He places you down and you lie on your back on the other side of his bed. He turns off the light and finds his way next to you, also lying on his back. He pulls the blanket up to cover the two of you.

You both stare at the ceiling, a comfortable silence filling the room until you decide to break it. “Can we cuddle?” you whisper and turn your head towards him.

He turns his head towards you and smiles tiredly, nodding. He sits up a bit and holds out his arms. You shuffle closer and wrap your arms around him like before, placing your head on his chest. He lies back down and pulls you flush against him. You drape one of your legs over him and sigh with content. You hear his heartbeat pound slowly, the rhythm almost like a lullaby. His breathing and the way his chest moves up and down calm you even more. “Thank you," you whisper.

“That's what friends are for—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

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An Arrangement (Regulus Black x Reader)

Request:

Pairing: Regulus Black x FemReader

Warnings: None I think?

A/N: So I’ve never written or ready anything for Regulus so I’m not sure but it’s very possible this is OOC. 😬 -S

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(Y/N) felt quite powerless as she sat on Orion and Walburga Black’s floral living room couch. Currently she was sitting next to their youngest son, Regulus, but still she felt quite isolated or at the very least ignored. Her and Regulus were too young to be worrying about the details, but they weren’t too young to make an unbreakable vow once the ‘adults’ had finished the business arrangements. (Y/N) hadn’t even been asked what she thought of the whole ordeal... no, her mother had just been too excited and informed her that she and Walburga had been talking and it’d been decided that Regulus and she would make a lonely match. Wouldn’t it be great to have a wealthy, pure-blood wizard promised to marry her right after they graduated?

“You look quite thrilled.” Regulus broke the silence, speaking not in a whisper but also not in a tone too loud that it might disrupt their parents.

How could she be? She really didn’t have much of a choice in the matter? Even if she found herself attracted to her classmate (which he did, as did many others in her year), that didn’t mean she was in love with him. “You are?”

“Sure,” Regulus offered the girl a somewhat reassuring smile. Of course he had a few doubts himself, but (Y/N) fit the bill for what he’d be looking for when he was ready to marry. Plus, he loathed the idea of disappointing his mother. “Why not? I’ll get to be married to a woman who looks like you with little to no effort. Our children will be gorgeous.”

(Y/N) chuckled at his attempted flattery and briefly wondered if there were any truth to the sentiment. “I suppose it’ll be easier.”

“There shouldn’t be any in-law strife.” Regulus added.

“Definitely not... though, I wonder does this mean we won’t be dating other people now?” She did feel briefly embarrassed by the thought she’d blurted out, but honestly she was curious. Geoff (a fellow Slytherin) would be quite disappointed, they’d been exchanging letters all summer.

“You know personally, I’d prefer if my fiancé didn’t have a boyfriend.” Regulus hadn’t been great at sharing. Being the youngest and his parents’ pride and joy he didn’t do it much. He’d extend the same courtesy.

“Okay.” (Y/N) nodded in agreement. While she didn’t know if she was 100% keen on the idea, but on the off chance she were to fall in love with someone else it’d make going through with the whole ordeal a lot harder.

“Regulus, darling, bring (Y/N) in the dining room, we’re ready for you two!” Walburga’s voice called out.

Regulus stood and offered his hand to his apparently soon to be wife, “Ready?”

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* Boundaries - @tomhollandsstan

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Pandora: Hey Reg, do you want some chips I just bought?

Regulus: Pan I don't eat chips. My taste is exquisite.

Pandora: Two words. James Potter.

Regulus: I stand by what I said.