WHERE ARE THE DIEGO HARGREEVES FICS AT????!!!!

“I want you. Just you.”

Andrew!peter x Fem!Reader

Peter f!cked up.. badly. Y/n hates him for what he did, but she loves him too much to give up what they have.

¡Warnings!

- nothing much, but a bit of implied smut at the end.

He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest as he stared at the blank white walls of his bedroom. He checked the time, 11:05pm. It was late. He blinked slowly, his eyes dry and tired. He just couldn’t sleep. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He contemplated calling her, his thumb hovered over the call button. Just as he was about to put his phone back down, her contact popped up on his screen. He smiled at the photo that came up. It was a picture of the both of them, she had given him a kiss on the cheek and peter had gone bright red. May had taken the photo, giggling at her nephew’s embarrassment.

“Y/n” he said just above a whisper. His voice was shaky with anxiety and tears welled in his eyes. “I know peter.” She responded, she sighed and frowned just a little bit. “I miss you.” he murmured, placing his phone up to his ear. y/n shook her head and held back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. She sniffled and said, “Peter. I can’t do this right now-”

“Y/n i can’t live without you. I said that I’m sorry, isn’t that enough?” he asked, raising his voice a bit. He held his tongue and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to yell, I just, I can’t do this alone.” His voice was shaky again. He ran an unsteady hand through his hair. It had grown a little longer and it began to curl at the ends a bit.

“You should have thought about that before you kissed Gwen.” she replied, she was tired. Tired of being second choice. First with Flash and now with Peter. She thought it’d be different this time, she swore it would be. But just as she expected, she got tossed to the side like she was worth nothing. “Y/n.”

“No peter. I cannot do this with you anymore. You made up your mind, you chose her. Now leave me alone.” She ended the call and sobbed into her pillow. “But I love you.” He admitted as the call ended. He threw his phone in anger, he had never been so mad at himself for anything in his life, except when Ben died. He swore he wouldn’t let her down, but he did. He had a good thing and he fucked it up. And now he was going to hate himself for this for the rest of his life.

Y/n cried hard. She missed him, of course she did. But she hated what he did to her. He kissed Gwen. He knew how insecure she made her feel, and he kissed her. It was always Gwen. Flash left y/n for Gwen, and Peter was doing the same. Why? What did Gwen have that she didn’t?

Peter looked out of his bedroom window, watching the stars in the sky. They twinkled like fairy lights, brightening the night sky with their innocence. He breathed a heavy sigh. He really fucked up this time. But he was more than determined to fix it. He put on his old, faded red converse and a black hoodie and opened a window. He looked down onto the city, watching how the cars sped past and the city lights twinkled like stars. “I’m coming y/n.” he whispered before letting himself fall out of the window, shooting a web onto a lamp post and swinging through the city.

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her earphones blasting music into her ears. Every now and again, a tear fell from the corner of her eye; she made no effort to wipe them, she let them fall- hoping they’d eventually sweep her away like the ocean. Peter tapped on the glass of her window, he looked in and saw her laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. His heart broke, and a tear slipped down his cheek. “Y/n.” he whispered. The guilt hit him like a bus, he almost felt like he was going to fall. He attempted to lift the window, but it stayed closed despite his efforts. She locked it.

“Y/n!” he spoke, he tried to get her attention, going as far as to throw small rocks at her window. She heard a faint tapping on her window and got up. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew he was there, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to see him again, even if it was to yell at him and tell him to leave her alone, she had to see him.

“Y/n unlock the window. Please.” he whimpered, the tears were almost uncontrollable. “What do you want Peter?” she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. He hopped through the window, putting his head in his hands in frustration.

“I.. I don’t-”

“Peter. If you can’t figure out what you want you need to leave. So what do you want?” she asked again, looking up at him. Their faces were so close. He looked at her lips, and back into her eyes. He swallowed hard. “I want..”

“You.”

She felt his hands on her face, his thumb stroked her cheek, and wiped away a stray tear. “I’m so sorry. I did something stupid and i hate myself for it, but i never meant to hurt you. That's not what i wanted, not now not ever. I want to be yours again. I don’t want her. I want you, just you.” By this point his face was in the crook of her neck, as he whispered these words to her. She wanted him. He’s all she needed. But he hurt her, and he hurt her badly.

“You really fucked up Peter.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

“I- yeah I get it.”

“I love you. More than anything… but I need time.” he choked back a sob. He hated to hear it, but he knew he needed to, he had to listen to her and if that meant leaving her, then he would.

“I love you.” he cried into her shoulder, dampening the material of her pyjama top. They just stayed like that for a few moments, he didn’t want to leave. She was all he had, the only person who made him feel safe. With her, things were easy. He didn’t feel like breathing was a chore, living was easier, being Spider man was easier.

“I’ll wait for you.” he mumbled into her skin, kissing her exposed shoulder. He looked into her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her cheeks stained with fresh tears.

“Before I leave, can I ask you something?” he said quietly.

“Mmhm.” she hummed, never breaking eye contact.

“Will you kiss me, just once before I go.” he chewed on his bottom lip, sniffling a little. He looked into her eyes, they sparkled innocently, he missed looking into her eyes, he could get lost in them for hours.

“Okay.”

"I love you." he said, kissing her on the lips, his kisses taste like cigarette smoke and candy. His hands planted themselves on her waist, rubbing slowly. Fuck. "Have you been smoking?." she whispered against his lips, her left hand on his cheek. He smiled sheepishly, nodding slightly.

“That’s hot.” She kissed him again. harder this time, their lips melting together. His taste was addictive, as was the way his hands went up and down her waist. he lifted her up, never breaking the kiss, his hands on her ass squeezing every now and then as he walked her to her bed, laying her down.

“One more thing.” he said against her lips. She looked dazed, her pupils dilated and her mouth open slightly. “Mmhm.”

“I think you know where this is going. Are you okay with that?” he asked, looking into her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

“I want you Peter Parker. Just you.”

“I’m here baby.”

He was a sad one, that you could admit but he wasn’t bad. You liked hanging around Oliver and occasionally Michael who had only tolerated your presence if for but the fact that you always gave him a crunchie bar whenever you two studied together. Oliver was the better option, someone you could sit in complete silence with and have small conversations about random nerdy shit that you couldn’t talk about with Felix. The boy would listen, sure but he got bored easily and soon enough the conversations about Doctor Who or The Hobbit were switched to small moans, slick sounds and gagging or fuzzy memories clouded by the essence of the weed you would pass back and forth to each other. 

But lately you couldn’t find yourself comfortable anywhere execpt with those two boys and even then something was off. You didn’t know what it was but one night you couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on Felix’s dorm room door. 

“Hey,” he says confused and slightly concerned. His hands cup your cheeks, his dark eyes registering the fear that clouds your face. “What's wrong?”

You only look behind your shoulder and clutch your blanket and pillow tighter to your chest. “Can I stay the night? Please.” He only opens the door wider, inviting you in and checking behind you as well, making sure that no one was waiting in the dark. 

And like with all things with Felix, it got out of hand.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your sweat slicked hands brace themselves against his hard chest as he pounds into you. The sound of your slick against his cock, an echoing sound that joins your muffled moans under his hand to make sure that his entire floor doesn’t come banging on his door in the middle of the night. His breath is hot against your ear and small strands of his dark hair tickle your nose. Words are muffled, his dirty talk only white sound as you lose yourself to the pleasure. 

Your head falls to the side and your eyes are now looking out the window. And despite your fuzzy vision in the start, it soon tunnels onto one thing: a pair of bright blue eyes staring right into your own.

im so hurt rn

SO HEESEUNG'S ENGLISH NAME IS EVAN NOT ETHAN

When y’all start writing those sinners fics, make sure y’all don’t forget Bo Chow’s fine ass 🙂‍↕️

and my god did he use it well

WHAT DID I TELL YALLLLL

im dead. 💀

im reblogging this from beyond the grave.

i cried an unnecessary amount because of this. seeing healthy father-child dynamics (whether it be biological or not) hurts me but is also so beautiful

Gran Turismo movie personally attacked me w/ the father-son relationship they portrayed 🥲🥲

Writer’s Block Drabbles.

Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

i have severe writer’s block.. so im writing little things (with help from pinterest) to help.

Prompt —>

- A Secret Romance

- Sad smiles

- A homemade gift.

[This drabble is a summer fling, but make it dramatic.]

She held his face in her hands, pressing their foreheads together. A tear slipped down his cheek, he sniffled and shook his head. “No i cannot lose you, I won’t lose you.” She smiled sadly at his determination. She ran her hand across his cheek, her eyes scanning his face, memorising every scar, blemish and freckle. Her train was due to arrive in twenty minutes but she couldn’t bare to leave him.

He reminded her of summer nights, when the air is cool and the breeze is refreshing. Of freshly baked pastries and intricate oil paintings. He reminded her of simpler times, when nothing really mattered. She looked into his eyes with nothing but love and pure adoration, despite his puffy cheeks and reddened nose. She loved it all, the chestnut brown of his hair and the hazelnut hue of his eyes, the small heart shaped freckle that sat to the left of his slightly crooked nose. She loved the way his thick framed glasses sat awkwardly on the bump in his nose bridge.

“I have something for you. Just a momento, of our time together.” He whispered, reaching into his pocket and picking out a small velvet box. He knelt down on one knee, watching as she smiled softly at him. “You, my dearest Y/n are the love of my life and i need you to know that. I know our time has not been the longest, but i really feel like we have something special.” He pulled open the velvet box which contained a ring, made of paper.

“Oh Peter you’re so romantic.” She blushed, pulling him to his feet and leaning against him. “I know we’re too young, and i know that we cannot be together, but please, wear this ring and know that wherever you are you’re loved.” He slipped the ring on her finger, kissing her cheek shortly after.

“When you wear this ring, remember my love, remember this, remember us.”

“I won’t forget you.”

FUCH YEAHHHHHH

ok ok i’m giving in, i’m writing felix and oliver oneshots (be prepared they will be dark) reading so much felix and oli smut it’s all my mind and think about…

might have to come out of retirement

sinners… bo chow… my google docs r speaking to me.