I Love The Ideia That James Didnt Change And Mature For Lily And That He Did It For Sirius

I love the ideia that James didn’t change and mature for Lily and that he did it for Sirius

Because it makes the story so much better

He didn’t become a better person to win a girl

He won the girl BECAUSE he became a better person

James matured a lot because during the summer Sirius moved in after witnessing terrible things in the Black Family House and arrived at the Potter’s scarred for life. Needless to say that the poor boy was traumatized

Quickly James realized that he was all the family that Sirius got left and that he had to be there for him and had to make sure that Sirius was alright

.And taking care of Sirius meant sometimes calling him out when he was acting out and crossing the line, stopping Sirius from doing self destructive shit and making sure Sirius knew that he always had a home and a shoulder to cry on

So in doing that James grew up a lot during the summer and in the beginning of the next year he was a new version of himself. He didn’t even run around Lily trying to get her attention because he realized that if she was at least a little interested she would have said yes a while ago

So he just stopped focusing so much on being the center of attention (but off course he still enjoyed a huge party after a quidditch victory) and started focusing on other things. He was just studying more, doing pranks with his friends, looking after each and every single one the marauders and beginning to prepare for the war that was coming.

James began to always make sure that no pure blood asshole was bullying muggle borns (especially the younger ones), he was always making sure that Remus was resting enough after the full moon, that Sirius wasn’t doing anything too dangerous and that Peter had more faith in himself

And by doing all of that he finally caught Lily Evans attention

I can’t begin to express my gratitude to Sadie and Dylan for giving us everything they had in order to tell this story. All Too Well The Short Film is out on YouTube, and showing all week at the AMC 13 theater in NYC. For you, from us.

http://taylor.lnk.to/ATWshortfilm

Halloween night // Fluff Fic with Timothée Chalamet

this fic is about: hugged/kissed wrong person in a costume like my friend's. by: @/dailyau​ - basically meeting someone by 'accident' at a party and getting to know them better all night long

warnings: none

The Cure was stifling your ears, the beat of their songs seemed to be following the same rhythm as your heart.

You’d never understand why parties were so loud.

“I think I'll get myself a drink, I'll be right back,” your friend's voice awoke you from your self-deprecation, or a soon to be one. “You’ll like it darlin', just give yourself some more time.”

She could be right, at least it was what you had been hoping for since the beginning of the night. However, the tiredness and misunderstanding you had made when choosing your costume was enough to consume the rest of the good mood left in you. Pessimistic, but being in the middle of several people dressed in sexy costumes while you were dressed as corpse bride - wearing a nothing cute and not at all attractive makeup - wasn't being much pleasant. With a heavy sigh, all alone, you leaned the side of your body against the cold wall. A few more hours, just a few more hours and you'd be allowing yourself to leave through that door. Looking for your friend, who you already imagine would no longer come back to you, your eyes caught a sexy nurse, a kind of playboy bunny and a shirtless fireman. You didn't feel like you belonged there, and the funny looks you received said so. That'd be a hell of a night.

Then Gold Dust Woman blessed your ears, making you smile involuntarily at the sound of Stevie Nicks's voice, just so that you found yourself considering trying to put up with the party for a little longer. Anyways, after a long week of work and a crazy friend, who let you go to a halloween party with a dirty wedding dress while she was wearing wings with an expensive shiny dress, convincing you that you had made a good choice; a few drinks to the sound of good music seemed healing for you.

Fixing your wedding dress, so that your train wouldn't stick to your sneakers so you could awkwardly dance through the crowded room, you felt a pair of arms hugging your midst from behind, spinning you around in the air like you were a piece of paper.

Startled, you opened your eyes, as wide as a doll, and placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart getting crazier than the music. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You shouted at the man in front of you. His big, radiant smile fading away as soon as he saw the expression on your face.

"Bloody hell, lady, my bad!" He said, running a hand through his hair. "Just expect you to be someone else, my cousin is in the same costume."

Nice choice this stranger's strange cousin.

"I'm sorry, you're alright, right?" His accent enveloped your mind, as did his perfect teeth.

"All good, I almost had a slightly heart attack but I'm fine." You offered him a smile, letting your eyes hover over him. He was nice to look at. Apparently, he was a vampire, a high-necked shirt - way too high, yet somehow sexy on him -, a lovely reddish circles under his long lashes, shiny eyes and unwashed gorgeous curls that you were craving to touch. Definitely a vampire, who looked a lot like Victor too.

"Well, I'm glad I didn't kill you." He sighed after a few minutes of silence. His eyes were locked on yours as well, then you realized how creepy you must be looking not letting your eyes leave his for even a second.

"Then I'm relieved, imagine how lame it'd be to die on halloween night." He smirked, rocking his shoulders in a so perfect move, and you wondered if it was from your comment or because of your sudden shyness under his constant glare.

"Corpse bride killed by vampire? it looks like a great report, don't you think?"

"Oh, no. I'm not looking for it, don't kill me, sir." You raised your hand in surrender, feeding him with more of your sense of awkwardness as you felt your cheeks hot with the rose of blood.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to." He let out an amused laugh, creating wrinkles in his eyes, making you wonder if he was ever capable of feeling sad - you truly hoped not, it didn't fit his face.

"Lookin' for your cousin?" You asked suddenly, watching him stand on tiptoe, looking around.

"Not really, I've been trying to find my group of friends for about 15 minutes, still haven't found any of them." His hands rested in his pockets while his nose wrinkled a bit, everything about him was so adorable in your eyes, even his night-weary eyes that looked like those of a newly adopted puppy without knowing their new owners. He looked deserving of affection.

"Sure," You whispered, weirded out about how you wish he could stay with you for a little longer. "Maybe they are closer to the drinks at the back of the party, you could check there."

He looked at you, seeming to think about what to do next. You thought about getting out of there, walking in the other direction, but you had nowhere else to go, so you just stood by his side; and it wasn't uncomfortable to be around him, just different, a good type of defferent. "Do you smoke?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you wanna go outside, and have a smoke with me?" He said, now getting his mouth close to your ear. Your whole body shivered in goose bumps.

You nodded to him, allowing him to guide you out of the house.

Standing next to him, under all of the magnificent stars, you supported the weight of your body on one of your legs, enjoying the fresh cold air of the night while watching him taking a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, putting it between his pink, well-designed lips as he brushed his hair away from his face. By now, to say that he was breathtaking would be an understatement.

“You do that a lot, huh?”

“Do what?” You shifted your eyes to your feet, your cheeks getting even hotter.

“That staring thing. It's quite cute actually, not completing.” He commented, blowing the smoke through his mouth with a weak smile, appreciating how easy he could make you blush.

You wrinkled your nose, holding a small grin to yourself. Your hands clumsily searching for your cigarette pack and lighter, trying to avoid looking directly at him as he wasn't a distraction. "Can you lend me your lighter?" You asked, putting the tube between your lips.

"Here, let me." He murmured, coming up to you. A little too close, you thought.

You took note of the strong smell of cigarette mixed with mint that he exhaled as his face came close to yours. Holding your cig still in your lips, he lit the small object with the shinning fire, using it to bring life to your tube and cheeks. His piercing eyes weren't shy at all in analyzing every spot of your face, which finally made you comfortable to admire every sweet freckle on his nose.

"Like your hair, it reminds me of period Parisian movies." You said abruptly, restraining the urge to wipe a lock of his bangs off his face as he walked away from you.

"That's the intention, mum said it's good to attract the ladies," he tossed his hair back and stopped in a funny pose. "What do you think, is it workin'?"

Taking a few steps back, you put your hand on your chin and pretend to think seriously about it. "Nah, it's definitely not working."

He laughed, showing you his perfect teeth, emitting a cute sound. “So do you live near here?” He took a long drag, walking toward the street.

Just then you noticed that the place was busy even outside, not that you mind about it at this point; you were just too distracted to pay attention to it.

“Yeah, a few blocks from 'ere, what 'bout you?”

“Same,” He threw the butt on the sidewalk while you enjoyed your last puffs in the midst of his not-so-well-disguised glares. “Did you come alone to the party?”

He touched his shoulders on yours as you started walking to the dark street, the music was barely heard anymore. “No, I came with a friend, but apparently, she found something better to do.”

“Well, her loss, my gain.” You chuckled, feeling him brush his fingers against yours. The night was getting more and more comforting.

Suddenly, you were holding hands, sharing all sorts of facts and stories at random about yourselves. You know by now that he has a best mate (just like he said, his own words), named Nicole, his mum; who was everything to him. He also told about his dog; named Zendaya, after his friend that was in a important movie with him. Weird, but since he said you could pronounce his name however you pleased, including Doug, Alex or Rick in such a happy face, you even thought it was normal, and even a little cute.

By this time your head was already resting, awkwardly, on his shoulder while you were walking in disastrous steps, he already knew more about you than your co-workers, from how you hit a boy in sixth year because he had stolen your lunch to current days, full of college exams and volunteer work. In which he made you explain, in detail, what it was like to cheer children up in hospitals with small theater shows.

"You seem to love what you do, your eyes shine talking about it and all those stuffs."

"I love helping people, just as I love children, so yeah, doing both at the same that is just so wonderful," you explained, all excited, talking with your hands while you grinned at each other like idiots because both knew what it was like to do what you loved. "But the same goes to you, you talk about being an actor and how you can be, express yourself by doing that with so much love that I can almost picture you acting or even reciting a poem with all your love on top of a stage for a crowded audience."

He couldn't help but beam even more, he could also imagine you wearing some costume, just like you were now, talking and playing with some kids. And then, he thought, that maybe, if you kept in touch he would be able to watch it. "You should go to one my plays, there are some scheduled for next week, you definitely need to go, love."

"I'd love to, I would be happy to see you in one of my children's plays too,"  You said in a high-pitched voice, with the butterflies in your stomach as happy as you were.

A sudden silence hung between you, but it was far from uncomfortable, it was more like an invitation to enjoy each other's touch and breath.

Stopping walking abruptly, you cleaned your dress and stood in front of a sidewalk, making Timmy frown at you. He certainly had no idea where he was, your bad.

"Well, this is where I'm... live." You hesitated, not even you could explain why your mind - and feet - guided you home.

"Did you bring me to your home?" He scoffed, failing to hide a sweet smile. "Could have told me, I wouldn't think twice."

"God, you're so cheeky."

"And I didn't hear any complaint." He replied, taking a few steps closer to you.

"Yeah," you confirmed it as if it were a question, feeling nervousness take all over your body. After all, would you see each other again? would he at least ask for your number? or you who should ask first?

He rested his hands on either side of your waist, bringing your body closer to his. "Is it okay?" You nodded as your eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips. Then, the space between you was no longer there to be seen, his soft lips moistened yours as his nose tickled your cheek, just as smooth as him. It was warm, gentle and you were sure that you could live in that moment forever. Your hands clasped around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss with his forehead stuck to yours as his curls tickled your skin.

"That was good." He mumbled, breaking the kiss with small pecks, keeping his nose touching yours so slightly.

With your eyes still closed, you sighed as you felt his fingers caress your jaw and his warm breath on your face. "You want to come inside?" You whispered as you opened your eyes, realizing that his gaze was on you all this time - just when you thought you were recovering from the kiss; even knowing it wasn't a possible thing. "We can have some tea, talk more or do a lot of other stuffs, I don't know."

He laughed sweetly at your nervousness, making a nasal noise that you made a mental note to remember of the sound later. "Of course. I mean, cute girl at a halloween party brings me to her house and even calls me in, how could I say no to that?"

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i'm taking requests at the moment :) smuts and flufflies and lots more

Sticky Man Peter Parker x reader

[no pronouns used]

Summary: A bit of jealousy, a bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff | The reader doesn’t know he’s Spiderman btw.

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“You have heart eyes again. Is it safe to assume that it’s MJ who’s texting you?” you asked, half-bored and half-hurt.

Peter did an elaborate shrug, one that did not convince you otherwise.

“Who is it then?”

“Uhm, not important.”

Keep reading

How would _______ react to you writing smut for their characters

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader, Simu Liu x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Genre: smut-ish headcanon

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Warnings: mention of smut (explicit and non explicit), implied smut, sexual tension, a lil bit of fluff, reactions vary between the three guys

*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

Summary: You are dating one of Jordan’s Top 3 daddies and they find out you write smut for their Marvel characters.

Word Count: 1743

Notes: Thought I would let out some uncensored thoughts I had about my Top 3 finding out reader writes smut. I may be in the middle of midterm szn but that ain't gonna stop me from being my usual w word self 😂😂Thank you to the lovely and magical @magicxc for beta reading! I was literally brainfarting over simple things but I am grateful for your insight 🥰😘 also can we talk real quick about how gd fine these men look lol they really do be my muses :') i forgot to watermark my collage so don't steal or I'll cry

Tom Hiddleston

Tom finding the smut you have written about Loki was a total accident. While your laptop was getting repaired, you were forced to use Tom’s over the next few days. During that time, you casually browsed Tumblr and other websites alike. You oftentimes forgot that Tom’s laptop was not your own. Without thinking much about it, you closed his laptop before hopping into the shower.

While you showered, Tom jumped onto the bed belly first and opened up his laptop. His original intent was to check and respond to his emails. That was until he found something that was only meant for your eyes. He was puzzled to find a document that looked like a short story. Curious, he continued reading what you have written so far.

Twenty minutes later, you walked into the bedroom, freshly cleaned and only in your towel, when you stumbled upon Tom lying on the bed, his blue eyes fixated on the laptop in front of his face. That was when you remembered you forgot to exit out of your doc of the President Loki and TVA Loki threesome fic you were in the middle of writing.

You were ready to pounce on the bed to yank the laptop out of his reach. Sure it was his laptop, but he was also looking at your smut about his characters. That all changed when your eyes laid upon Tom, realizing his typically sweet face was glossed over with mischief.

“Tom,” you began, “let me explain-” Tom shook his head and shushed you with a calloused finger.

“Well, darling, I knew you really enjoyed the show, but I had no idea you enjoyed it this much,” Tom chuckled. “Is that why you were upset that I cut my hair and dyed it back to brown?”

Your mouth fell agape and sweat trickled from your body even after showering. Tom took note of your reaction, a laugh bubbling from his chest. He scooted closer to you at the edge of the bed, wrapping his hands around your towel covered body.

Tom pushed you onto the bed gracefully, switching positions with you. You bit your lip as he towered over you and trapped your wrists above your head with one of his strong hands. His other hand gently stroked your cheek, his hard knuckles contrasting against your silky skin.

All of a sudden, the towel unraveled from your body, revealing your naked form. Your legs naturally spread open for him, revealing your already wet cunt to him. Tom licked his lips, the bulge in his pants becoming more apparent through his jeans.

“Such a dirty girl,” he growled as if Tom had completely immersed himself into Loki. “Can’t decide which of me she wants.” At that point, all traces of Tom had left in his face, voice, or body language. It was all Loki. Not that it bothered you one bit.

“Would you prefer the TVA variant? Or the President variant?” he inquired before grazing his teeth against your earlobe. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. Only a faint moan escaped your lips. His signature Loki laugh filled the room, his blue eyes darkening into an ocean storm.

“No matter, I will still have you writhing for your god,” your boyfriend hissed before drinking up your famous last words with a fiery kiss.

That night, he managed to incorporate both TVA Loki and President Loki in bed. At one point, you may have accidentally screamed for Loki rather than Tom. Fortunately, that didn’t stop Tom from pounding into you over and over acting as the two Lokis. You were also able to finally finish the threesome fic the next morning, thanks to Tom’s hands on inspiration.

Simu Liu

The keys of your laptop clicked away as you typed away at your newest work. You had spent the last three hours working on a Shang-Chi smut. An extremely dirty thought randomly popped into your head after watching the movie. You had no one to discuss it with so writing was your best outlet to unleash those ideas.

You were so laser focused on wrapping up the sex scene that you didn’t hear heavy footsteps trail into the kitchen. Simu just woke up from a nap and comes into the kitchen wearing only a pair of gym shorts

Writing your fics while Simu napped was the best time for you to write because he wouldn’t know about the filthy thoughts you had about his character. Even though you and Simu had pretty open communication, writing smut was one thing you preferred to keep to yourself. Especially since that smut was about his character.

The corner of your lips curved upward and you giggled to yourself as you finished writing the climax of your piece. No pun intended.

“What’s got my pretty girl smiling like that?” Simu interrogated while trying to read your face from behind the laptop.

“Huh, what?” you muttered with a puzzled expression. Simu chuckled softly when you met his gaze.

“Is there another meme of me? I wanna see-”

You slammed your laptop shut, trying to hide your expression. Simu jumped in surprise and confusion.

“Oh it’s nothing,” you lied, shrugging off his wonder. “Just work stuff.”

“Yeah, you were smiling over your editing job that you were complaining about hours ago. C’mon, babe, I’ve seen a lot of memes about me and it only makes my skin thicker. Just lemme see.” You tried to protest but he snatched the laptop from your grasp with ease. Damn his strong arms and fast instincts.

He opened the laptop and the screen blinked, displaying the white screen with the words of your x-rated Shang-Chi piece. Simu balanced the laptop in one hand while angling the screen for easier reading.

You wanted to be upset that he was reading something that was only meant for your eyes, along with the eyes of many strangers from your blog. The thing was, you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop him. You just watched everything unfold. Your eyebrows tightened into a thin line as you chewed on your lip, questioning if you were ready to let him into your secret world of fanfiction writing.

His eyes scanned over the written work, widening at how it progressively got filthier. He smirked deviously, rereading a particularly nasty part of the fic. Was he actually liking what you wrote about his character? You tried to reach for your laptop but he scooted away from you, sitting in the chair across from you.

“This one is my favorite part,” he cleared his throat, “‘Shang-Chi yanked your panties off with his teeth, your arousal still sticking to the fabric even as it slid down your legs.’” Both yours and Simu’s cheeks warmed up as he read that line aloud. He hummed in satisfaction and lowered the top of the laptop so he could get a better look at you.

“Well, it looks like I did a good job as Shang-Chi if you’re all hot and bothered by him,” Simu taunted, licking his lips. You knew the gears in his head were turning and you tried to avoid his gaze, which only egged him on, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

His arms extended out as if preparing to give you a hug. “Come here, baby. There’s nothing to be shy about.” You reluctantly walked to the other side of the table. The first thing you notice is the apparent bulge poking through Simu’s shorts.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, staring at his package through the thin material. Simu pat his thigh, motioning you to sit on his lap. As you did, your breath hitched as your now wet slit brushed against his hardening cock. His lips hovered over the shell of your ear, his next words causing you to shudder.

“How about you show me more of what is on that dirty, little mind of yours. I want to know all the things that turn my pretty girl on.”

Tom Holland

“Hey, love, you know the site Tumblr right?” Tom asked randomly during Sunday brunch. This caused you to choke on your mimosa, thankfully not causing a scene in the middle of the restaurant. When Tom asked if you were okay, you just heaved a giant breath and nodded.

“Yeah, I know what Tumblr is,” you responded, taking another sip of your mimosa to ease your anxiety. “Why do you ask?”

“So one of the mates sent me one of the blogs on there. This one blog in particular writes these fun little stories about me...well, actually, my characters. I believe they’re called fanfiction, right? Anyways, some of the stories they write are really...ummm what’s the word...graphic. In a sexual way.”

His rambling only increased your anxiety. Luckily, it was a bottomless mimosa so you refilled your glass with the pitcher of juice and champagne.

“Really?” you paused nervously, your heart pumping outside your chest. “What’s the blog?”

Tom showed you the screen of his phone.

Fuck!

The blog he was referring to was your own. You had the blog way before you started dating Tom. In fact, you were one of the most popular fanfic writer blogs on the site. Once you started dating Tom, you made it your mission to hide all traces of your blog from him. How could one of his friends have found it?

“Oh, cool!” was all you could muster up as your blood ran cold.

“Yeah, actually, it’s quite flattering. No offense, love, but I do receive a lot of sexual comments, but to write a story- I mean, fanfiction- about me. It’s interesting. I should read it to you and we can-”

“No, no, that’s okay.” You chugged the rest of your mimosa. You proceeded to refill it and take another sip. Meanwhile, Tom was oblivious to your nervousness.

“You know what, if it’s alright with you, I should write to this blog. Tell them that their writing is so good that it has inspired me to be better in bed-”

You slammed your palm flat on the table. Tom jumped in his seat at the loud noise.

“Tom, stop talking.”

“I’m sorry, love, did I go too far?”

“Tom, that’s my blog! I wrote those fanfictions about you!” Tom stared at you in disbelief. You sighed, sinking into your seat.

“I had that blog years before I met you. When we started dating, I didn’t want you to know about it because I thought I would scare you away. I didn’t want you to think I was just another fan.”

Tom reached his hand out for you to grab. You eased against his touch, warmth flooding to your cheeks.

“Seeing that you liked the stories so much, I guess I had nothing to be ashamed of.” You laughed, setting down your glass.

“Of course, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I love them even more knowing that you wrote them for me. And now, I know exactly how to please you.” He motioned your waiter over to your table, requesting the bill.

“Think you and I should reenact some of your works when we get back to the flat, yeah?”

*Thanks for reading :) Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Your responses are what keep me motivated to write. However, please do not repost or translate my work anywhere.*

Can you please write a Peter Parker secretly dating reader with water/ice powers. I would really appreciate it. Thank you.

My Mini Elsa

A/N: Thank you for the request love! This is my first time writing a secret relationship, so I apologize if this is horrible- I have to admit, I love making up random icy nicknames- I feel like that's just something Peter would always do.

PARING: Peter Parker x Ice Powered Reader

SUMMARY: You and Peter are in a classical secret relationship. Only difference is he’s Spider-Man and you can control Ice.

WARNINGS: Not really any, just fluff

Peter had a longing look in his eyes as he watched you walk toward him with your friends, laughing at a joke they made. He wanted nothing more than to run up to you and shower your soft face with kisses, but he knew he couldn’t. Besides, it was his idea to keep your relationship a secret, he was Spider-Man, and being such he had acquired quite a few enemies, if they found out Spider-Man had a girlfriend, one who held the ability to control ice no less, you would be in constant danger. And Peter couldn’t live with himself knowing it was because of him. Instead he had to wait until you were alone to be able to hold you, touch you, tell you how much he absolutely adores you. Which was basically torturer for him.

As you walked past you caught Peters eye, sending him a sly wink before you walked off. His face turned a dusted pink and he immediately looked at his shoes, smiling to himself. The last thing you heard was Ned asking Peter what he was smiling at, turning him into a stuttering mess.

You were headed to your favorite class of the day, science, where Peter’s your lab partner, of course you could still talk to him any other time, you were friends, but you still loved having an excuse to be with him. Sitting down at your chair you smiled to Peter as he walked in, waving at you.

“How’s My Mini Elsa doing?” He asked you before he put his books down. You rolled your eyes at the nickname he knew you hated but he loved for some reason.

Peter was just about to lean in and press a kiss to your cheek out of habit but he stopped his reflex in time, sighing sadly.

“I’m better now you’re here Spidie” You said sweetly, Peters eyes widened slightly.

“Keep your voice down!” He whisper shouted, looking around the room which just drew attention to him. Honestly you wondered how the whole school hadn’t found out yet with how terrible he is at keeping secrets.

“Says the one who just called me ‘Mini Elsa.’ He pretended to contemplate it for a moment.

“Fair point, sorry Ice-cube.” You just hit him playfully in response.

“Why do you always have to use those nicknames?” You wined but deep down you loved it.

“Because your powers are super cool,” He slipped his arm around your waist and you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“You think there cool?” You asked innocently and he nodded in return. You hummed as you subtly lifted your hand and froze the liquid in one of the beakers. Peters head shot to you in surprise.

“Y/N!” He scolded.

“What? No one will miss it” You shrugged, giving him your doe eyes that you knew he fell for every time. He let out an exaggerated breath, giving in as he glanced back to the now frozen glass making you giggle.

“Woah, getting a little handsy there aren’t we Penis Parker?” Yelled a voice that always made your stomach drop. Peter glared at Flash before reluctantly letting go of your waist, not wanting to blow your cover. You wined at the lack of touch and he sent you a sympathetic glance before gesturing for you to continue with your project.

Four horrible hours later and school was finally over, meaning that you could at last be with Peter freely. A smile graced your lips as you thought about it. The elevator doors dinged open before you skipped to his door knocking on it. Not even three knocks in, and it swung open surprising you, what surprised you more was the pair of arms that instantly wrapped around you. You barely even got to look at Peters face before he gently tugged you inside and embraced you with a warm hug.

“Well hello to you too, Pete,” You brushed your hands through his soft hair as you felt his breath tickle your collar bone.

“I missed you Y/N,” He nuzzled closer into your neck like a child, savoring your warm touch that he’d been deprived of all day.

“I missed you too,” You laughed. That’s when Peter suddenly picked you up- effortlessly thanks to his super strength, earning a shocked squeal from you. He started walking you towards his bedroom while looking up at you.

“You’re cute,” He smiled, making you look away shyly. After a bit of struggling Peter managed to swing his door open, almost dropping you in the process.

“Graceful.” You laughed, making him roll his eyes and throw you on the bed.

“Peter!” You squealed, glaring at him as you sat back up,

“What?” He jumped on the bed next to you, making you bounce slightly,

“I could have died!” You said, steadying yourself and slapping his hand away.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” He laughed, reaching for you again. But before he could you waved your hands together, a devilish look painted on your face. Peter glanced from you, to the snowball forming in your palms and back with panicked eyes as he comprehended what you were doing.

“Y/N wait, I- I didn’t mea-” Before he could finish, you threw the snowball at his face causing him to fall back dramatically. He hit the mattress with a huff, you to let out a fit of giggles as you looked at his snow-covered face.

“Y/NNN” He whined, dragging out the syllables,

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” You said mimicking him playfully. Peter groaned as he got back up.

“Very funny, point taken,” He rubbed at his cheek,

“Aww Pete, I’m sorry, do you want some help?” You asked sweetly, with a head tilt.

“Yes please,” He gave you sweet puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll put some ice on it,” You weren’t able to hold back your laugh as you fell back on the bed, rolling around at your own joke that wasn’t even that funny. Peter looked at you, unamused.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned,

“Don’t worry Pete, I won’t, but who knew the great Spider-Man can’t handle a bit of snow?” You teased.

"Hey you don't see me shooting webs at you," he countered,

You were about to go on with your one-sided jokes when Peters lips suddenly crashed onto yours. You were shocked at first but soon melted into the kiss. He pecked your lips before he pulled away, picking up a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

“That wasn’t exactly the response I was expecting for making fun of you, but ill take it” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I missed you so much.” He lent his forehead on yours and let out a contempt sigh.

“I missed you too, I wish we didn’t have to wait so long to be together,” You frowned.

“I know Snow-Pea, but its for your own safety, because I love you. One day we’ll be able to spend as much time as we want together, but for now, I’m just so grateful that I can be with you. If anything, it makes time spent together more precious. I’ve never met anyone like you Y/N, and that’s not just because of the Ice-powers, I don’t want to put what we have at risk.” Your heart swelled at his kind words, deciding to ignore his cheesy ice nickname.

“I look forward to that time Pete”

“So do I, you have no idea how much time I spend thinking of it.”

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow – signaling for him to elaborate.

“What do you think about?” Peter looked deep into your curious eyes and smiled to himself.

“Well,” He started as he lay down, propping his head up on the pillows. You settled yourself next to him, resting your head on his chest and winding your legs around his.

“I imagine the time when I can walk through the school holding onto your hand proudly, showing off the fact that you’re my girl.” Something about the way Peter said my girl made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“I dream of the times where, one day, I can hold you, and kiss you when ever we want to, instead of having to wait for days in a row. Where whenever I feel like it, I can yell ‘I love you Y/N L/N’ from the top of my lungs, and trust me, I want to do that a lot.” You laugh at that, tightening your grip around his torso.

“And I think of our future together… having kids?” He said hesitantly, studying your face to gauge your reaction. His heart leaped when he saw you smile hopefully, so he went on.

“I wonder what they would be like, I mean, would they have ice powers like their mum? I can just picture a mini you running around, freezing everything in sight and making snow angels every chance they get.” You laughed together in pure bliss, starting to tear up a bit at the fact that Peter thought about this, a lot.

He saw your glossy eyes and started to pepper your face in loving kisses. Times like this made him wish he could spend every minute of everyday with you like this; The only time he was truly happy, no homework, no Spider-Man duties, no stress, just you and him.

“I love you Peter, you have no idea,”

“Mmm, I think I might have a bit of an idea Snowflake,” He said fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing in your apple and cinnamon shampoo.

“I love you too,”

BONUS PART:

“Pete?” May yelled from Peters bedroom.

“Yeah May?” he asked, taking out his earbuds and opening his door to see May changing his sheets.

“Why is there Ice all over your bed?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice. The boy’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning slightly pale.

“I uhmm, well… S-simple explanation really-”