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Every time Reid was hugged by a BAU member in chronological order (nobody asked for this but deep down, everyone needed it)

Pomegranate Chapstick - Peter Parker

It’s Winter in New York City. Not that movie magic kind of Winter that reeks of mistletoe and Hallmark channel cliches. No, it’s no longer the Holiday Season and everyone is back to school after Winter Break. Peter Parker is happy to be back because being back means being able to see you again. Though, something is different about you but he just can’t place it.

“What is it?”

“Y/N…”

“Yeah?” Ned looked in the same direction as Peter, who, suddenly self conscious, turned his friend back around to face him. “What is it?”

“Don’t, don’t look! I just…” Peter found that his eyes trailed back over to where you talking with MJ. Your eyes were bright, hands gesturing about you as your friend shared you into a passion. Despite your movements, Peter found himself drawn back to your smile.

“Something’s different,” he finished, “but I don’t know what.” 

“It’s only been like two weeks. It was Christmas literally a few days ago.” Peter glanced warily at Ned before he looked back to you. You were still smiling. The sight made his chest tighten, stole his breath directly from his lungs. “Pete?”

“You remember Homecoming,” Peter pointed out as he met Ned’s eyes, “that all happened in a week and I almost died. Twice! Anything could have happened over break.”

Peter let his eyes wander back to you. Whatever MJ was discussing with you was enthralling. You were completely consumed, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Slightly hidden under all of the layers of Winter clothing you were wearing, you looked warm, aflamed and bright. Suddenly, you threw your head back, laughing at something MJ had said.

The sound sent a shiver down Peter’s spine that he tried to pass off as a response to the cold. He pulled the sleeves of his jacket over his chilled hands and adjusted the strap of his backpack that dug into his shoulder. Ned blinked at him a few times, too close of a friend to not notice Peter’s nervous ticks. 

Eventually, Ned glanced over in your direction too. “Well, Y/N seemed alright. We had Advanced Geometry together and we talked.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Really? Did anything happen?”

“From what Y/N said, your Winter break was way more eventful, Spiderman.” 

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OH MY GOD

Elsa created Olaf. As his builder, part of her personality went to Olaf (likewise, the other characteristics that she ingrained in him). It’s very possible that Olaf stands for the innermost longing of Elsa’s heart. That is why we can all see how much Olaf loves Anna and how much he tries to protect her the same way that Elsa would have. Moreover, Olaf would display the same feelings as Elsa. Elsa has always wanted to be near Anna. But, because of the curse, she had to stay away from her. For that reason, Olaf can always be seen around Anna. Elsa and Olaf have the same belief about love. They both know that love means sacrifice. Notice the funny reaction of Olaf when they were on their way to Hans to save Anna? He was very stunned that Anna’s true love is someone he hasn’t heard about. That’s not far from Elsa’s belief that Anna couldn’t marry someone she just met. Later on in the movie, they both have the same surprised reaction when they realized that love is the answer she needed to thaw the ice and to bring back summer.

These are our people

We have our adorable alpha Scott McCall:

We have the awesome, sarcastic, amazing Stiles Stilinski:

We have our blunt, sexy, werewolf mentor Derek Hale:

Then there’s the psycho uncle Peter Hale:

A hot beta who likes scarves named Isaac Lahey:

Some...

God I love this picture

taking his thumb and pointer finger and guiding your eyes back up to his.

K I L L ME NOW wow

what about peter having to patch y/n up from a fight since it’s usually the other way around, theyre both sassy to eachother but its cute. maybe y/n beat off a mugger or something spider-man wouldve done

— did my best w this one, sorry if its suckie ):

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you’re sat on the edge of the bed, the hustle and bustle of queen’s, new york becoming nothing but muffled background noise as you and peter are both in your own little world of playing doctor. tonight the roles are switched — usually it’s you using only the gentlest touch, dabbing a soft, warm-watered face cloth over peter’s face to help clean him up and then opening a pack of hello kitty bandaids to cover any other trace of injury. but now it’s peter, beautiful brown eyes looking around your face with so much love, care and concern as his gentle palms use the washcloth to clean up the cut on your right cheek and bottom lip.

“you really shouldn’t have been there tonight, y/n/n. you could’ve gotten seriously hurt” peter speaks as you focus on the infinitesimal brown dots that litter his face, the moonlight making them more prominent. “yeah, i know...” you say quietly. “but hey, at least i got them distracted enough so you could take them down” peter sighs before dabbing the cloth against your lip one last time — you figure his own would be the perfect cure for this situation. “that’s not the point”

“pete, they literally had you pinned against the building. you could’ve been crushed or worse. and i’d really prefer if my boyfriend didn’t look like an early morning pancake”

“i mean hey, i think i’d be a pretty cute pancake,” you smile to yourself thinking you’ve made the situation lighthearted but peter shakes his head to get back on track. “y/n, don’t joke about this, this is serious” you look down at your carpeted floor, your face going back to a frown as you fidget with your fingers. “pete, i’m really sorry i worried you so much. i-i guess i was only thinking about how scared i was of losing you”

you didn’t have to guess in that moment — you knew how afraid you were that if you didn’t coax spidey’s current villain into playing a game of tag with you, you’d for sure lose the love of your life. and peter was too important for you to not take that risk. peter kneels down so he’s level with you, enchanting brown orbs looking into your own.

“you think i wasn’t scared, too? pretty girl, when i heard your lovely voice and felt the bad guy move off of me, my heart dropped,” you turn your gaze away from him. but he makes sure you absorb his next few words, taking his thumb and pointer finger and guiding your eyes back up to his. “i do appreciate that you stepped in to help your favourite superhero in your own little way,” you chuckle softly at his words and he’s happy he could light you back up again. “but maybe you could just call up some reinforcements next time? save your beloved boyfriend from having a heart attack?”

you giggle softly at the dork you’re so fully in love with, wrapping your arms around his neck, “will do, spidey” he leans up, putting his hands on your waist and getting the tips of your noses to touch, waiting for your next move. “pete?” you mutter barely above a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the moment. “hm?”

“think my lips still need a little healing...”

“you just leave that to me, beautiful...”

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I feel like I fall more in love with tasm!peter every day lol

Tobey tho, still my number 1

28. an accidental kiss between exes with peter? he’d be so cute and awkward and clear his throat afterward but then he’d say something completely dorkish like “why did we ever stop doing that?” I LOVE HIM 😭

baby came home | tasm!peter 

a/n: oh i luvvvv made this tasm!pete since you didn’t specify and i def got tasm!pete vibes asdfghjk ++ trying out a new format :D we’ll see how long this lasts rip

genre: exes to lovers, college!au, slight angst, happy ending | warnings: frat parties, mentions of h-word students 

prompt: an accidental kiss between exes

The music is deafening. You feel its vibrations in your body as it sounds through the large blaring speakers, reaching every nook and cranny of the packed frat house. Mostly everyone is either completely hammered or slightly tipsy, singing their asses off to some loud song, grinding against each other’s sweaty bodies or slotting their lips with people as if their life depends on saliva swapping. 

It’s practically burning inside from all the body heat; you’re standing in a random corner, nursing a red solo cup in your hand, the cold liquid inside providing you relief as your eyes dart around, taking in the vibrant strobe lights and familiar faces you’ve seen around campus. Until one brunette catches your eyes, his honey orbs meeting yours just as yours make contact with his and his lips stretch into a radiant smile—and as much as you hate to admit it, even after the breakup, his curled lips still manage to make your heart burst at its seams, and make your breath hitch. He takes long strides towards you and your gut twists at the thought of meeting him after nearly a month, making a myriad of feelings surface—raged; over the fact that you had to encounter his stupidly gorgeous face at this party. Sorrow; over the fact that he’s the only man who had his hold wrapped around your heart like no other, someone who you can’t seem to move on from. Longing; you miss his muscular arms around you, you crave to taste his tender lips once more, and God do you despise yourself for it. 

Before you realise, Peter’s already standing closer to you, saying something you can’t hear over the booming sounds of the bass blasting in the house, so Peter’s not surprised to see the confused look etched on your face. He simply gestures outside, where you see a few people scattered among the garden, bottles surrounding them and you understand his indication. He wants you to come outside with him. You’re reluctant and Peter easily notices—he can read you like a book. 

“Please?” He mouths, and the desperation on his face makes you give in and you nod. He releases a breath caught in his throat at your answer and laces his fingers with yours without much thought, and you hold onto them—it being an action of muscle memory and he leads you outside, carefully navigating you from the sea of drunk college students. He manages to find a secluded corner by one of the trees in the garden. 

“Wild party, huh?” He says, chuckling, nodding his head towards the ongoing rage inside.

“Exactly the reason I’m wondering why you’re here,” You respond, your tone unintentionally clipped.

“Well ouch,” He says, and averts his gaze from you, and he pulls his hand away from your grasp, body stiffening, which makes you feel slightly remorseful.

“I didn’t mean it like that, just meant that this isn’t your usual scene,” You express genuinely apologetic, and that answer seems to satisfy Peter judging by the gentle upturning of his lips.

“Just was a little lonely is all,” He replies, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Your heart pangs at his response, reminiscing about all the Friday nights you’d spend cuddling together, lips locked until they’d become swollen and you couldn’t breathe. 

“Ah, alright.” You mumble, wringing your hands together uncomfortably as the awkward silence blooms in the space between you two. 

It’s a few moments until Peter speaks again, calling out your name, gaining your attention, and the distance between you two is suddenly closer than you remember, your chests separated only by a small gap, his next words taking you aback.

“I want to kiss you.”

“What?”

He only moves closer, foreheads touching and large palms caressing your cheeks. His lips graze yours gently, tentatively, as if he’s going to kiss you for the first time, waiting for your permission to let him taste the flavour of your lips. 

You’re broken up, you shouldn’t kiss. 

The scent of his coconut shampoo fills your senses, his cologne making you dizzy and you feel like this is where you’re meant to be…you succumb to his advances, connecting your lips with his silken, almost pillowy ones, warmth blooming in your chests. 

You only pull away when your lungs burn. Breathing heavy, your eyes are back on his softened chestnut ones—they almost seem to be glossy with tears.

“I hated that we couldn’t do this anymore for a month.” He mutters against the flesh of your lips, hands finding purchase around your waist. He knows your feelings run strong akin to his with the way he can hear your heart thumping in your chest. “Let me make it up to you tomorrow, picnic at the top of the Empire State…please?” 

“See you at 7, Spidey.” 

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