“i really love Spider-Man. I feel like I shouldn’t, but i do.”
“Jen, I have a Spider-Man shower curtain. If you’re looking for someone to shame you for loving Peter Parker, it’s certainly not gonna come from me.”
-me to my best friend about our mutual love for Spidey.
Here’s my first time posting a Peter Parker reader insert on tumblr. I’m supposed to be working on requests for DeviantArt but ssssh, I’ll get to it later. I just wanna indulge in Peter Parker for a little while longer 💕
Today had been awful for you, and you needed your daily dose of Peter cuddles in order to make it to the weekend.
“Ugh, fuck Tuesdays, honestly.”
Because 99% of the teachers in Midtown High were out to get you, you had to deal with pop quizzes for half of your classes and you had been called on numerous times to answer questions you didn’t even know the answers to.
It felt like you had been made into a complete laughingstock throughout the day, and you were honestly exhausted.
There was no way you were going home after this shitty day.
Earlier, you had texted your parents, letting them know that you planned to stay the night at Peter’s place, and you were super grateful that they let you go without a single complaint.
You knew that they would let you spend the night at his house because he was basically your best friend in the whole world. Ignoring the fact that you had feelings for him, you were okay with being his best friend and did your best to support him when he DID have crushes. (Damn you Liz Allan for winning Peter’s affections just from existing!)
Letting out a sigh of relief when you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex, you walk up the creaky steps and greeted the neighbors that passed by with a smile on your face.
Arriving at Peter’s apartment, you knock on the door and wait a few beats, hoping that Aunt May wouldn’t mind you spending the night. After waiting a few minutes, you hear the lock unlatch before revealing a cheerful woman as she greeted you with a wide smile. “[Name], it’s good to see you! Unfortunately, Peter will be working a bit late and won’t be home until much later.”
“That’s fine! I’m used to his crazy schedule, anyways.” You step into the apartment and detect the scent of cinnamon and apples in the air, “Ohh, are you making something Aunt May?”
“I am. I wanted to treat Peter with his favorite apple pie since he’s been so good. Has he told you about the internship he got with Mr. Stark?”
You nod, “He has. But again, it comes as no surprise to me since he’s so smart. Do you mind if I help you?” You ask with a beaming smile on your face.
"Are you kidding me? I was counting on your help!”
You spend the next couple of hours baking with Aunt May. During that time, both of you shared embarrassing stories pertaining to Peter as you each got bits of sugar and flour in your hair from how much you were giggling.
It was nearing 10 in the evening when you and May finished baking the pie and had a quick dinner of meatballs and spaghetti. She saves a plate for Peter and places it in the fridge when you excused yourself.
"I think I’m gonna wait for Peter in his room.”
"That’s fine dear, but remember-”
”Yes, I’ll keep the door open. Jeez, I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about since Peter only sees me as like, his sister. Goodnight May!”
The older woman laughs and responds with her own “Goodnight.” When she sees that you have disappeared into Peter’s room, she shakes her head, practically in disbelief at how oblivious you were when it came to her beloved nephew’s feelings for you.
You sigh and throw your schoolbag against the corner of Peter’s room. Scratching the back of your head, you quickly rummage through the drawers and found the sweater and pair of sweatpants you always wore when you spent the night. Holding his clothes close to your chest, you snuggle them for a few seconds before putting them on.
Of course the clothes were a little long on you, but you were too busy acknowledging the fact that you were surrounded with Peter’s comforting scent.
You really didn’t care how much his clothes dwarfed your form.
You breathe in deeply, smelling the faint scent of his cologne. With a dreamy smile on your face, you fall into Peter’s twin sized bed and curled up against his pillow, nuzzling its softness before shutting your eyes.
It was close to midnight when Peter finished his nightly patrol around the city. When he came home, he was greeted with the mouth watering scent of apple pie and spaghetti. Going into the kitchen, he sees the note that Aunt May left him:
Dinner is in the fridge, your favorite pie is on the counter ♡ ps- [name] is spending the night so please be quiet when you come home!
His appetite was long forgotten when he realized that –you– were here. With his heart hammering in anticipation, Peter tiptoes to his room and sees you curled up in his bed.
His heart melts at the sight of you, and he feels a strange type of possessiveness wash over him. You looked good in his clothes, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.
No other man would ever know the pleasure of you wearing their clothes.
Shrugging off his hoodie, he throws it to the side and gets on the bed with you, being careful with his movements so that you wouldn’t awaken. With an almost reverent touch, he runs the back of his hand against your cheek.
“You’re so beautiful. You’ll never know how much I want you to be mine…” his heart continued its rapid gallop, and he felt all of his hesitation disappear at the sight of your sleeping face. Taking advantage of the fact that you were unconscious, Peter leans in and presses a kiss against your lips.
"I love you.”
In your sleepy haze, you heard him and wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes just a tiny bit as a smirk adorned your features, “So you love me? I thought you had a thing for Liz.”
Peter stutters, feeling flustered at hearing your sleepy voice and looking at your features at such a close proximity. You prevent him from pulling away by kissing him again, effectively silencing his nervous rants when he kissed you back.
After a few minutes, you pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes, hearing him admit, “I only had a mild crush on Liz. You are the one I’ve always wanted.”
You giggle and kiss the bottom of his jaw. “Tell me, what made you finally admit your undying love for me? I… I honestly thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
Peter chuckles before pulling you toward him in a warm hug, making you settle against his chest when he lays back. He kisses the top of your head, “It’s me who thought I wouldn’t have a chance with you because you’re too good for me. But to answer your question…”
Peter trails off and places his hand on the sweater your were currently wearing. Your breath hitches when he gently reaches in and touches your skin from beneath the fabric, “Seeing you wearing my clothes has always been a weakness of mine, and I couldn’t stand just having you as a friend anymore.”
You giggle and nuzzle Peter’s chest before leaning up to press a kiss against the base of his throat. “Then I should wear your sweaters more often.”
will, casually, at midnight on a tuesday: “ugh i just want some french fries”
derek, ten minutes later: “your french fries are outside go grab ‘em”
derek thinks a lot abt marrying will, but then he has to check himself bc will is twenty years old
derek’s friends (mostly his assistant, Martha) like to tease him by making lists of things will can’t legally do
“drink alcohol, rent a car, check-in to a hotel room by himself, do literally anything in vegas, etc…”
chowder and lardo are the first ones who know abt derek bc they were there when will went home with him that first night
the whole ride back to samwell that next day was chowder and lardo grilling him bc “he must’ve been pretty good if you went to lunch with him instead of us, jack, and alexei mashkov!!!!”
will tells bitty next bc he and derek get in a blowout fight over derek paying will’s tuition and bitty’s the only person will can think of who would get this situation
bitty and will now have bi-weekly “vent abt our stupid rich boyfriends who try to buy our love” coffee dates
will tells bitty it’s okay to tell jack, and when jack finds out he very lowkey looks into derek nurse, just to be sure will’s okay
ransom and holster are PSYCHED when will tells them abt derek bc “ANOTHER SUGAR BABY IN THE HAUS WE BOUTTA BE ROLLING IN FREE SHIT”
shitty lectures will on how his body is not something to be sold and he is not obligated to sleep with anyone
will punches him in the face (he pulls the punch a lil, but still) and tells him to shut the fuck up, his relationship is 100% consensual
derek has been trying to get will to move in with him since like the first month of their relationship. they both know he’ll move in after he graduates, but derek is impatient and wants to wake up with will every day now, not in two years
derek is quietly making shifts around in his company to be sure that there is a very inviting IT spot for will when he graduates - different sector than derek, so derek isn’t technically his boss, he already cleared it with his PR team
derek is openly terrified of turning thirty. it’s two years away, and will is already planning how to make it fun instead of terrible for derek
sometimes derek will read will writing samples from authors he might offer publishing deals to just to get will’s opinion
will so far has given his approval to 3 best-sellers
Can we talk about how Sofia played Peek-A-boo with the little girl?! And how Carl Philip joins in? And how she teaches them to count in swedish? And how she holds the other little one? What a cute start to the two day Dalarna visit.
Borlänge, meeting some refugee children and their parents. ﾟ･✿ヾ╲(｡◕‿◕｡)╱✿･ﾟ
Hey guys! I just wanted to apologize for being absent on the blog recently. Not only has news slowed down a little (at least for now), but I’ve also been incredibly busy. It’s my last semester of college, and I’ve been going full speed working on projects, studying for tests, homework, on-campus work, the internship and all that jazz (I’m on campus for 13 straight hours on Tuesdays..ugh).
So if it looks like I’ve been gone a while, fear not! The blog is still alive. XD It just might take me a little longer than usual to create a post. Sorry!
((@disneyphantomlover: Hope you don’t mind me posting this here. I couldn’t help but picture this and wanted to write it.))
One of these days, Wally Franks was going to walk into work and find it on fire. Or filled to the gills with ink. He had no doubt in his mind about that. Technically he had walked in to find the studio’s main characters alive and walking around. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it had been a shock at the time! And the weird things he got to see at work only got stranger and stranger, thanks to the odd “hobbies” that his boss had.
At least he could say it was never a dull day at work.
He walked into work, tugging off his jacket. Okay. There were no obviously giant puddles that he could see, so that was a plus. It was….Oh. Ugh. It was Tuesday. He had to clean up the whole Music Department floor.
He was NOT looking forward to this. Mainly because he did NOT want to deal with Mr. Sammy-stick up his ass-Lawrence. The man had a short fuse and seemed ready to bark or yell at the slightest thing. So Wally did what he had to: annoy the ever loving shit out of the man to knock him down a peg or two. It was certainly more fun than rolling over or just dealing with whatever upset Sammy that particular day. He was not the only one who shared the sentiment; Sammy was constantly the receiving end of ink pranks by Bendy.
So he had a sinking suspicion that the lack of puddles was going to change by the time he made it to Sammy’s office.
He was not disappointed.
He grimaced seeing ink leaking right above the desk. It had made a nice puddle underneath the desk, and Wally couldn’t help a groan. He’d acknowledged the man that was passed out on the desk, already assuming that Sammy had come in before he had. It wasn’t uncommon for the Music Director to sneak in early, especially to re-write a piece before the 10 o'clock deadline. He threw the pump control switch, waited two seconds, and heard the familiar groan from the desk. “Wakie wakie, Lawrence. You’re getting drenched.”
“…Wha?” There was some shuffling as the chair was pushed back, and Wally was just ready to walk out the door before he heard Sammy grumbling. “God… DAMN it….I fuckin’ told Joey this needs more work… Where’s that sonnvabitch now, Wally?”
The janitor had to stop, processing what he heard. That was Sammy alright… But he never heard the music director curse out Mr. Drew so casually. “Um… Probably not in yet…” He looked over his shoulder, expecting to see the black haired music director with a drunken flush or frazzled hair.
He was not expecting a blond man in suspenders, who honestly looked more like a dock worker. Said blond was using a stained rag to wipe ink off his face, and was starting to walk towards the door. “‘Probably not in’ please… Just gimme the mop ‘n get the merch floor. I’ll clean my own office. Shawn didn’t leave last night, and he probably needs some'a Norman’s coffee to wake up. God knows I can’t understand his Irish when he’s knocked out like that.”
The blond walked around Wally, tucking the rag into a back pocket as he walked down the hallway. It was only then that Wally finally went into the hall closet, deciding two things. Firstly, to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Because while that sounded like Sammy, that…MOST CERTAINLY wasn’t him. Appearances aside, when did Lawrence pick up a mop? Or offer to clean? It was just a little too weird.
And then he heard the screaming.
“WHAT THE HELL??”
Never a dull day indeed.
((oh my god phantom, phantom phantom phantom. is this that little crossover fic you said you were gonna write? I can already tell this is gonna be Good :’D thank you for the fic!! <3))
I get stressed when I don’t have a job, but I get even MORE stressed when I have one?? It’s like I can’t win :’) I really don’t want to go in today. I get home super later on Tuesdays too ugh. High key just want to become a tree and not work anymore.