Parenthood Was Not On My 2024 Bingo Card But Clearly Life Is Full Of Surprises

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Flirting with Disaster pt. 2

Paring: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Brother's bestfriend)

Summary: You make your way over to Peter's apartment and an onslaught of memories hits you again. What starts as playful banter turns into a charged moment; it leaves you questioning if the chemistry between you two was always one-sided or if you were delusional and seeing things that couldn't be possible.

Word Count: Roughly 2.4k 

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, light sexual tension, playful banter, suggestive and mild language, power dynamics, mentions of past embarrassing childhood memories

Author's Note: There's like one (or maybe more) grammar error that I can't seem to find ://

And I'm sorry for the delay on this one <3

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Thirty minutes later, you stood in front of Peter’s apartment door. 

You purposely tried to make yourself late. You walked instead of driving, stopped at the deli to get juice, and helped an elderly lady cross the street. 

You did every single thing fucking imaginable.

You hesitated, fist hovering just inches from the door. You contemplated running back home or throwing yourself down some stairs so you had a legitimate excuse for missing your date and not having to see Peter. 

But before you could talk yourself out of it, the door swung open with a creak, and there he was.

Peter Parker.

He was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, wearing a smirk that could only mean one thing: he was about to have way too much fun with you. He was looking at you like he’d just caught his favorite target.

Well, he had.

And he had been doing that since you were kids, so what was one more round? But you'd prefer several rounds.

You glanced up at him before looking away.

Peter had changed. 

He was still Peter, but the years had definitely worked in his favor. His shoulders were broader, his jawline sharper, and those reading glasses, those glasses, gave him this nerdy charm that reminded you of when he was younger. But that somehow made you want to both roll your eyes and blush at the same time. And don’t even get started on the muscles. His biceps were practically screaming to be noticed under his T-shirt.

You had to resist the urge to salivate. 

It took you a second to pull your thoughts together. 

You hadn’t seen him since high school graduation, five years ago, but who was counting? You were.

“Well, well, well,” Peter drawled, his voice smooth as honey and laced with that signature mischievous tone. “Look who finally decided to show up.” He gave you a once-over, eyes lingering just long enough to remind you why you used to dread him. “I was starting to think you were too chicken to face the music, peach.”

Peach. Of course, he had to use that. 

Your face instantly flared with heat, and the flood of mortifying memories hit you like a tidal wave. The peach nickname came from that god-awful summer barbecue when you bit into a juicy peach, only to choke on it and turn into a red-faced mess in front of everyone, including Peter.

You could almost hear his smug chuckle from all the way back then.

You forced yourself to stand tall. 

“I didn’t exactly have much of a choice,” you shot back, but even to your ears, your voice cracked a little. Damn it. “Not like I could’ve canceled now.”

Peter’s grin deepened, almost impossibly wide. “Yeah, you’re pretty much stuck with me.” He took a slow step forward, eyes glinting with something far too playful. “Like that time you tried to impress me by climbing that tree. You remember? Arms scratched up, hair all over the place, and then that pout you had when you couldn’t get down? Classic move.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you seriously bringing that up again?”

Peter shrugged, unrepentant. “What can I say? It’s a core memory from your childhood.” Peter leaned closer. “Your mom sent me a picture, you know. Framed it. Right next to my bed.”

You blinked rapidly as your face turned completely red. “You’re an ass,” you muttered.

“You love it.” His smirk never faded.

Your retort caught in your throat when his hand curled around yours. “Come on,” he said, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. “This is supposed to be fun.”

Before you could protest, not that you wanted to, he'd tugged you into his apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft woosh and a click of the lock.

You took a quick glimpse around his apartment. It was cozy and very much Peter, an organized chaos in the way only he could pull off. Books, tools, gadgets, and half-finished projects are across the floor like a mad scientist’s lair. And then there was the smell: it was him. A blend of cologne, something faintly smoky and sweet, and something warm and earthy that made your pulse skip a little. It was almost unfair how well it suited him.

When he turned to face you, he hadn't let go of your hand. His thumb rubbed slow circles on the back of your hand, his touch warm and inviting.

“Hello, peaches,” he murmured, his voice a teasing caress.

“Hi, Peter,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoided his gaze.

He chuckled, the sound wrapping around you like a warm hug, as he lifted your hand and pressed a slow kiss to your knuckles. The rasp of his stubble against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. “Don’t be shy. It’s just us.”

Your cheeks flushed as you huffed and pulled your hand back, ignoring the way his lips curved into another smirk. “This is torture,” you grumbled.

“Sweetest kind,” he shot back, leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world. “So, who’s the guy? The one you’re trying to impress?”

You fidgeted under his gaze. “Just…someone I met through friends.”

“Ah, the mysterious friend’s friend,” he mused, his tone laced with amusement. “All right, let’s start with the basics. Confidence. You need to feel comfortable in your own skin.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “But you’re still shy, aren’t you? Just like when we first met.”

You groaned. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” Peter said, clearly enjoying himself. “You know, I still remember the first time we met,” Peter added playfully. “You were so shy and quiet, hiding behind your brother's leg. And I was your brother's best friend, who decided to befriend the sweet little girl too.”

“No, asshole. You roll your eyes. “You decided that you would make fun of me from that day forward.”

Peter shrugged, his grin unrepentant. “I was just poking fun. You always blushed so easily. But I never did it in a mean way. Well, not too mean,” he amended with a chuckle.

“We teased each other, remember? That was our thing,” he said, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger.

“No, it wasn't.” You grumble.

“Was too,” he teased, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You'd challenge me to a video game, get all pouty when you lost, and I'd tease you for it.”

He paused, watching you closely. “Come on, peach. You loved it as much as I did. All our inside jokes, the nicknames, the way we teased each other…”

His voice dropped. "And now, he said, his gaze dropping to your lips, making the heat in your cheeks flare, “I get to teach you how to flirt.”

You roll your eyes.

Peter was way too close, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. You quickly took a step back, but it didn’t help much. Peter smirked, eyes narrowing just enough to let you know that he could read you like an open book.

The sincerity in his tone made your breath hitch, but before you could respond, his teasing grin returned. “Now,” he said, straightening up, “let’s see if I can teach you how to stop blushing every time I say your name. What do you think, baby?”

Your stomach flipped at the nickname, but you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him win this round. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re adorable,” he shot back, grinning as you sputtered.

“Fuck you,” you muttered. 

“Still got that attitude, huh?” he teased, his voice a little quieter now, almost like a challenge. “Hard to believe you’ve grown up. Wasn’t it just six years ago when you told me to ‘fall in a ditch and die’?”

You blinked, the blush creeping up your neck again. “Shut up, Parker,” you muttered, your arms instinctively crossing over your chest. “You and my brother basically stalked me on my first date. I was a disaster. You guys made me cry.”

Peter chuckled that deep, rumbling sound that made your insides do something weird. “Oh, come on. It was hilarious! You were so flustered, like a deer in headlights. You couldn’t even speak! And then your face-” He paused, dramatically pouting. “I mean, seriously. Who else trips and falls into a pile of mud on their first date?”

You wished for the ground to swallow you whole. “You guys were awful.”

"Awful?" Peter echoed. "I wouldn't have had to do that if you hadn't snuck out without telling anyone."

Peter shrugged, but there was that familiar gleam in his eyes. “But, I did pay for your dry cleaning and bought you ice cream, so I don't have remorse.”

He leaned a little closer, almost like he was enjoying this more than he should be.

“I was just looking out for you, baby. You know that.”

Baby. That damn nickname. You tried to stay mad at him, but he knew exactly how to melt that armor. 

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Peter’s voice softened, and when you peeked through your fingers, he was closer, his expression more serious now. “I was just looking out for you. Always have.”

Peter’s smirk deepened as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his entire presence screaming arrogance and charm. 

"Yeah, well, you didn’t exactly make me feel protected when you were laughing at me," you shot back, trying to regain some ground. Your voice wavered, though, betraying your confidence.

His cocky demeanor softened slightly, just enough to throw you off. “That guy you were with? He was a total creep. And you? You’re too sweet to be rude. But me?” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer, his voice dropping low enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I’m going to beat someone’s ass if they deserve it.”

You froze as his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze almost too much. Then, his smirk returned, softer now, but no less disarming. “And you…” His voice was practically a murmur now. “You’re my favorite little peach, and peaches? They need protection, don’t they?”

Your cheeks burned. You crossed your arms, a weak attempt at a barrier between you and the way he made your pulse race. “Yeah, well, I’m grown now. A big girl. I can take care of myself,” you retorted quickly, too quickly.

Peter’s eyebrow arched, his expression smug as if daring you to believe your own words. “Oh, is that right?” He tilted his head, eyes sweeping over you, lingering just enough to make you squirm. “Then why are your arms crossed like you’re holding yourself together?”

Peter raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. You could feel his eyes on you, the way they looked at you like you were something worth being seen. 

It was intoxicating. It was terrifying. 

Your breath hitched. He was too observant, too good at peeling back your defenses with a single question. “I’m fine,” you insisted, but your voice lacked conviction.

Peter took a slow step forward, closing the distance between you. His scent hit you first: spicy, earthy, and undeniably him. It was a heady mix, and you found yourself shifting closer to him.

 “Tell you what,” he said, his voice smooth and warm, dripping with challenge. “Why don’t you show me how a big girl flirts? Think of it as a trial run before your date.”

“I-I…” You faltered, your mind scrambling for words as he moved closer, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, his lips twitching into a smirk that made your knees weak. “I thought you were a big girl now.”

You swallowed hard, the heat in your stomach pooling as his words wrapped around you like a velvet rope. He was too close, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath near your ear.

“C'mon,” he coaxed, his voice a whisper near your ear, and you shivered despite yourself. “A big girl knows how to flirt.”

You could feel his breath tickle your neck, his hand resting on your waist like he always did when he was teasing you. And for a brief moment, you were that awkward teenager again, and he was the older boy next door with all the arrogance and charm.

“It's just you and me here, peach.” His voice was low, his thumb drawing idle circles on your hip, making it damn near impossible to think straight. “Show me what you've got.”

“Fine,” you said, trying to maintain some semblance of cool, giving him what he wanted to hear. “I can't flirt to save my life. Show me how to.”

Peter’s smirk widened, his eyes lighting up like he’d just won a game you didn’t realize you were playing. “That much I already knew,” he murmured, his hand moving to your waist with an ease that made your pulse stutter. He pulled you closer, your bodies mere inches apart.

His thumb began trailing under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your hip, and your breath caught. The deliberate touch sent a delicious thrill through you, making it impossible to focus. You tilted your face up to meet his gaze, catching the flicker of victory in his eyes. He knew what he was doing to you. He knew, and he was reveling in it.

“What’s wrong, peach?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, but even you could hear the waver in your tone.

“And yet,” Peter replied, his smirk softening into something more dangerous. “You’re still here. Inches away from me. Looking at me like you’re waiting for something.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. He wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction. You straightened your shoulders, trying to regain control. “I didn’t come here for your games, Peter,” you said, though your voice trembled slightly. “I came here because you owe me for all the humiliations you’ve put me through over the years.”

Peter chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending another shiver through you. “You’re right,” he said, stepping even closer until there was barely any space left between you. “I do owe you.”

His eyes dipped to your lips, and your breath hitched. “And don’t worry,” he murmured, his tone full of promise. “I’ve got plenty of ways to make it up to you.”

Your heart stuttered as the air between you grew thick, heavy with tension and something you weren’t sure you were ready for. You tried to speak, to push back, but the words caught in your throat.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

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i need some head pats from toji rn

Ok ok ok! Following my previous ask, can I ask some Toji fluff? Anything at all? I know everyone is sooooo expecting smut from him but I think he's a softie under a thick layer of roughness. And congrates again for your achievement ❤🧋🙌

Toji Fushiguro: dating him (fluff edition)

A/N: Thank you sm!!! 🥰 Idk if I’m excited or nervous to post this one because I don’t know much about Toji and this is my first post about him haha. Enjoy!

This giant is so in love with you, you’re his angel, you can do no wrong in his eyes

Anything you do is rewarded with him cooing at you or grabbing your face in his much larger hand to give you a sloppy kiss. “Why you so cute huh?” He’ll tease in his gruff voice.

Oh, and Toji is totally the type to hum against your cheeks when pressing a kiss to it, chuckling when you try to squirm away.

Cat calls you all the time. Publicly and privately, this man has no shame. His partner is the hottest, and he’s gonna tell you the only way he knows how 😤

Lots and lots of head pats

He does it absentmindedly at this point. You’re always tucked under his arm with his large hand patting your head,

He’ll occasionally use his hand to manoeuvre your head to lean again him, he always knows when you’re tired.

He calls you his ‘lucky charm’, only time things go well for him is when your pretty little self is following him around.

“C’mere cutie” he’ll say in his deep voice, as he sits down, calling you over with a finger.

He always manspreads across his seat in an attempt to make space for you on his lap. Once you’re comfy, he’ll wrap his big muscular arms around you, engulfing you into his large form.

“Gotcha” he’ll chuckle before playfully biting your shoulders.

Lovessss watching you mess with his sword, pretending to be him. He’ll observe and chuckle with a lazy smile.

After missions, he always grabs your hand, drags you to the sofa and makes you give him a massage. It’s the perfect way to get touchy with you, and relieve his pain. A good old 2 in 1.

# cw: <mha spoilers> post-final mha! izuku x gn!pro hero reader, izuku's 24/25 in the og time skip!! fluff!! kisses on the neck and shoulder

# wc: 611 words

after izuku had to give up one for everyone he realized that he could continue to talk, analyze and teach about quirks, of course it wasn't the same thing as being a hero, but he would still be in touch with this world he loves so much.

you followed this closely, studied with him and class 1-a, graduated with them and being one of his best friends, watched how he studied to be a teacher, you knew he was going to be an incredible teacher.

you also saw how the loss of one for all hit izuku, after all, it was his dream to become a pro hero along with his friends. the years without having much contact with his classmates were very hard, he understood that everyone was busy, including you.

but 4 years after high school, the situation changed.

you were closer than ever, even with your busy schedule. you went to his house to keep him company while he studied, went out with him to buy other all might collectibles, several trips to convenience stores to eat ramen after a day full of offenders and different quirks, you went to the movies on your day off... it was already to be expected that both you and him would develop at least one little crush, not to mention the previous years in ua, the two of you were attached.

as the months went by, their outings turned into romantic dates, which after a while turned into a dating proposal.

on izuku's first day as a teacher at ua, he was so, so nervous, his feeling of accomplishment, for being a teacher at the school where he studied, where his old teacher works, at one of the best hero schools in the country and the world, it was rewarding. your pride in seeing him happy with how eager and excited he was to start was almost overwhelming for you. even more so after he commented that several students recognized him from the big final fight with shigaraki, he became an inspiration for the younger ones just as all might was his inspiration.

when all might came up with the idea of raising money for tech equipment for izuku, you were one of the first to agree. everyone from 1-a helped with the fundraising, especially you and katsuki. it took years to save money and deposit it to make the armor.

on a particular day, after izuku had met dai on the street, you and all might went after him to talk, more toshinori than you, since he was his mentor. katsuki was inside a helicopter a few meters away from you. you had the suitcase where the armor was stored, made of high technology, the perfect design for your boyfriend.

"technology evolves just like quirks, take this to heart, kid. you've earned this power too, fair and square". his expression of shock, excitement and how he was moved by the gesture of the people he considers and loves was like a reward for all these years. seeing the person you love so much fulfilling their biggest dream is so touching, it's one of the most pleasant sensations to feel, being part of it is even more pleasant.

he thanked, first to toshinori, then to you, with a tight hug, his face hidden in your neck, small kisses being distributed between your neck, shoulder, jaw, cheek, until he reached your mouth. a calm, sweet and affectionate kiss.

"come on, deku!", katsuki, who was watching from afar, calls izuku to enter and leave for the destination where izuku, you and class 1-a would reunite once again to fight evil.

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Oii, vi que você escreve pro Capitão Nascimento então decidi pedir porque preciso ler algo dele kajakakak. Pode fazer um que ele chega estressado em casa e começa a gritar, mas ai a leitora faz o melhor possivel pra acalmar ele. Eu tava pensando em algo como só segurar ele e fazer carinho, parece que ele precisa muito.

oi meu amor! faço sim!! te entendo, tô sobrevivendo a base de pov dele no tiktok hahahaha talvez eu tenha me empolgado um tiquinho kkkkk mas espero que você goste!! ele tava mesmo precisando de um abraço/carinho

# cw: capitão nascimento x leitora. discussão, gritos, palavrão, menção de morte (nada gráfico), um pouco de angst, mas com final feliz entre os dois!! basicamente um hurt/comfort

# wc: 741 palavras

depois de uma operação que levou um de seus colegas de trabalho e amigos morto, roberto chegou irritado e estressado em casa. naquela mesma semana vocês haviam discutido por roberto ser muito agressivo no trabalho e isso estar afetando o comportamento dele dentro e fora das operações.

na cabeça dele, ele estava normal e você que não entendia o que o bope cobra, que você era, de alguma forma, descolada da realidade por pedir que ele agisse com mais cautela e calma.

você, que estava sentada no sofá de casa, assistindo tv, só o observou chegando em casa, tirando os sapatos, indo ao banheiro, muito calado. não esperava que ele fosse se descontrolar tanto com o fraga falando sobre o bope – pra ser mais específica, sobre a operação que o beto havia comandado naquela tarde – a ponto de gritar com você.

"o que esse merda tá falando? ele não sabe de porra nenhuma que aconteceu hoje!", a voz dele já começava a mudar, o seu tom agressivo, trêmulo e mais alto.

"mas em um ponto ele tem razão, beto. você é, de fato, bruto até demais nas operações, você sabe disso, a gente já falou sobre isso.", não foi uma boa ideia ter retrucado a fala dele.

"mas que caralho?! você é outra que fala as coisas sem saber do que aconteceu. se eu sou agressivo, bruto é porquê é PRECISO, COMO EU VOU PROTEGER A PORRA DESSE ESTADO DE MERDA SE EU NÃO MATAR ESSES BANDIDOS?", a essa hora o volume da televisão já não estava tão alto.

"beto, não foi isso que eu quis diz-", ele logo interrompe, "E VOCÊ QUIS DIZER O QUÊ? HÃ? vai proteger vagabundo na casa do caralho, porra. eu chego em casa depois de uma operação desgraçada que matou um dos meus homens, achando que eu ia me acalmar, que eu só ia tomar banho e deitar com a minha mulher, mas não. meu deus, que dia de merda.", você ficou perplexa, sem reação até. não sabia que isso havia acontecido, você só tinha visto as críticas do fraga, não fazia muito tempo que você tinha chegado em casa pra ter pego a informação completa, nem tinha passado pela sua cabeça perguntar o que tinha acontecido pro seu marido.

"beto... eu... eu sinto muito, eu não sabia disso...", você diz com a voz quebrando. "claro que não sabia, mal falam disso e você não perguntou...", responde ele já olhando pro chão, sem jeito e com um nó na garganta.

"vem aqui, vem. me desculpa, amor, de verdade. eu deveria ter perguntado primeiro antes de julgar.", você se levantou, puxando ele para um abraço apertado.

beto, com o rosto enterrado no seu pescoço, mãos e braços circulando o seu corpo com força, começou a chorar e soluçar, seu corpo tremendo de desespero e dando solavancos.

"shh, shh, pode chorar, vai passar...", disse você enquanto fazia um cafuné no cabelo e carinho nas costas dele para tentar acalmá-lo. "eu só queria mudar esse sistema de merda, não queria mais ter que ficar nessa insegurança de perder homens, pensar se eu volto pra casa vivo ou não, se as pessoas vão conseguir ter uma vida boa, se você tá segura... me perdoa, me perdoa por não conseguir mudar essa merda.", a cada palavra solta, um soluço saia junto, até o choro se intensificar no final da frase dele.

"não pensa assim, beto, por favor. não foi você que criou esse sistema, você sabe que você sozinho não muda tudo, o problema tá enraizado, vida... você me protege, você é forte, eu sei que eu posso confiar a minha vida às suas mãos, você me provou isso. eu te amo e muito, isso não vai mudar".

os minutos se passam, vocês acabam indo pro quarto, ainda abraçados. beto demorou pra se acalmar, ainda soltava uns soluços avulsos, mas já havia parado de chorar. você murmurava o ritmo de uma canção pra mudar o foco da atenção dele, estava dando certo.

"eu sou muito sortudo por ter você do meu lado. muito obrigado, de verdade. eu te amo muito, meu amor.", ele murmurou tão baixo que quase saiu como um sussurro, logo pegando no sono.

ainda fazendo um cafuné leve, você respondeu um "não mais do que eu." baixinho para não acordá-lo, dando um beijo na testa, se aninhando mais a ele e se entregando ao cansaço do dia e do conforto do abraço do seu marido.

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