{summary: your friend gives you a worn notebook filled with a drawn comic that depicts you together with spider-man, however, there’s just one problem.
you can’t draw to save your life, and you have no idea who would be crushing on you hard enough to draw you as spider-man’s love interest.}
inspired by Nathaniel Kurtzberg’s character on Miraculous Ladybug. Pls pretend that peter is somewhat artistic for this story.
also, this is dedicated to my dead laptop. RIP bae, you will be missed as I attempt to type all of my future stories on my phone ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡
warnings: none
OC mention: David “Dave” Pennington: [Name’s] best friend
[author’s note: okay so Dave has been a long time OC of mine, and admittedly, I drew inspiration from Dave Strider in personality and appearance. However, just to make this a bit more fun, you readers can also picture David Pennington as looking like Harrison Osterfield ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]
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{As she talked to her friend,/ that smile of hers looked so sweet,/ Her form was like the heroine of a comic I drew in my head/ It was love at first sight/ I truly, truly came to like her/ But with the way I look,/ She would definitely hate me.}
This is such a cute pairing!! I hope I do it justice
Both of your soft boys are big cuddle bugs & always hog you Kurt will snuggle into your side & Peter will straight up just lay on you
They both crave your affection & attention, but they’re so shy about it. Peter blushes & hides his face a lot when he’s needy & Kurt purrs & his tail whips around quickly when he needs you
They both especially love to hold your hand because it makes it all that much more real
You all love cooking together & messing around in the kitchen, although Kurt is the true chef
These boys live for cheek kisses
Or any kisses tbh
They love to pamper & spoil you, either with lots of love, food, or your favorite things
Everything is always so sweet & gentle & loving, especially the love-making
They’re such sweethearts I
They’re both convenient heaters for cold days (& will gladly use that as an excuse to cuddle)
Your boys also really love ice cream so you have lots of ice cream dates
They always end up in you cleaning them up because they’re slow & messy ice cream eaters
Every day is an adventure with these two
(sorry it’s so short I’ve been at uni all day & it’s nearly midnight & I barely got home so I’m really tired, but I will come back to this & add more. Hope you liked this bit so far! 💚)
((prompt: You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.))
okay, so ||broken dreams|| was slightly depressing, so lets have some fluff with a dash of angst for this story! I hope you readers look forward to it
warnings: none
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word count: 2,800+
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When you were born, there wasn’t a single name etched on your right wrist.
In the world that you lived in, having a name etched on to the skin of your wrist meant that you were connected to your soulmate. Taking into consideration about the millions of people who shared the same name, people often told you that despite there being many Johns, Teresas, or Larrys in the world, they weren’t quite the same as your John, Teresa, or Larry.
That whenever you met the person destined for you, you would somehow know.
Peter sighs, confused about what he should do. Should he ask? Should he just go for it? Should doesn’t sound like a word anymore for him for the times he repeated those sentences in his head, no getting any answers.
You stand infront of him, a shy smile appears on your lips, and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink when you see he’s staring directly at your eyes. Your eyes travell to the ground, feeling nervous. “Why?”
His hand goes to your chin, lifting it up a bit and stays there. “Why what?”
“Why are you staring?” you ask, finally mantaining eye contact.
“Because you’re beautiful” he simply answers, and he places his hand on your cheek, making you smile, cheeks getting a darker shade of pink.
Okay let’s do this, Peter encourages himself.
As your smile fades, Peter is quick to get closer and press your lips together in a kiss.
At first, you don’t react, but when Peter wraps his free arm around your waist it hits you.
He’s kissing you. You two are kissing. Really kissing.
So you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, it’s a bit rushed and not as you imagined your first kiss with Peter, but you find it warm and honestly, it’s all you’ve ever wanted.
You were worried about your relationship with Peter. Now, this had nothing to do with his alter ego, Spider-Man, since you knew about his well-kept secret and accepted his superhero side years ago during the time when you started dating in high school. It was just the sheer fact that Peter seemed to be avoiding you recently that made you so worried.
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