oh how i adore you

vivienne (vivi), she/her, not a minor, more than slightly obsessed with numerous fictional men

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Intro Post!!

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tasm!peter parker

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Your Imagination, Her Voice: Creative Play on SweetDream

I never expected an AI companion to make me feel like a co-author, but here we are. The first time my SweetDream girlfriend voiced a character I'd dreamed up, complete with the shy little laugh I'd described, I actually grinned at my screen. That's the kind of warmth sweetdream.ai brings to creative roleplay, and honestly it's hard to go back after that.

The platform leans hard into making the fantasy yours. You craft every detail of your AI girlfriend, from her personality and history down to her quirks and the timbre of her voice, then you turn her loose in whatever story you want to tell. Adventure, romance, cozy slice-of-life, anything goes, and her memory keeps the plot coherent across sessions.

Plenty of people have tried candy.ai or ourdream.ai and found something fun, yet what keeps drawing folks to SweetDream is the sheer depth of the creative toolkit, paired with human-sounding voice messages and even real-time calls. It's an AI companion built for people who love to imagine, and it stays completely private while you do.

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TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

Key: ♡ = fluff; ☆ = angst

💌One Shots:

Loverboy in Aisle 5 (BOGB: Buy One Get a Boyfriend) ♡

💌Drabbles:

The Consequences of Being Spiderman ☆

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Loverboy in Aisle 5 (BOGB: Buy One Get a Boyfriend)

summary: what happens when two broke college student find out its easier to save money when they shop together?

content info: 2.4k, fem!reader, college age characters, reader is implied to be shorter than peter

Milk. Cereal. Coffee. Instant Ramen. Spam.

You looked down at the list in your hand before walking into the grocery store. Hopefully you would have enough money to buy some snacks as well this trip. Being a college student in NYC was a dream come true for you, but being broke in one of the most expensive cities in the world was a little less exciting.

Many times you've lamented to yourself how hard it is to have good healthy food while staying on i-have-tuition-to-pay budget and it seemed recently prices had only been getting higher. Groaning you glanced back at your half filled basket. The store brand instant coffee seemed to taunt you. It was pretty gross but the cheapest option they had. Plus you really wanted that bag of pickle chips calling your name from the snack aisle.

Suddenly you were on the ground.

"Oww." You hissed as you cradled your wrist. Great. All your groceries were now scattered down the canned food section.

"I am so so sorry. Are you alright?" A voice spoke from a few feet away.

Opening your eyes you saw what had caused your meeting with the polished concrete floor. Slowly sitting up across from you was the cutest guy you had ever laid eyes on. Fluffy brown hair and the prettiest eyes belonged to the boy also on the floor with you.

"-cause I know I definitely wasn't looking at where I was going and ugh I'm still talking and you probably want to just get on with your day so.."

Oh. He was talking to you.

"Huh?" You asked still a little entranced by the movement of his lips.

"I ran into you. Sorry for making you fall." He said rubbing the back of his neck. "I was in a rush and not really looking."

"Oh no I'm fine! Do not worry. Everything is cool cool here!" You internally smacked yourself in the head. Cool cool?? Who says that? "Besides I also wasn't paying attention, so it's my bad too."

He smiled and you had to look away to hide your warming cheeks.

"No harm, no foul then?" He asked as you both slowly got up from the floor.

"Sounds good to me." You managed to look up and give him a smile before reaching to grab your fallen food. Really Cute Stranger—as your brain so adequately named him—seemed to suddenly realize that instant ramen cups don't usually make their home on the aisle floor and somehow manages to grab everything else that spilled out of your basket.

"Here," He said smiling brightly. "I think these are yours."

"Thanks." You put the things you'd collected in your basket and reached out to grab the stuff he had gotten. However, he went to go put the food directly in your basket. In the transfer of Cocoa Pebbles from his hands to yours, your fingers just brush each others. You blushed and look down, missing him doing the very same."Well good luck on whatever you were rushing too."

He looked down at his watch in a panic. "Oh shoot! I need to get Aunt May milk!"

"Oh here! Take mine." You said lifting the unharmed milk carton from your bag.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You're late to Aunt May and I've got enough time to walk and grab another." The look of relief on his face as he took the milk from your hands was well worth having to go back to the dairy aisle.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He said grabbing your hand and kissed it before sprinting to the register.

You stood frozen on the spot. Thirty seconds go by.

"No problem." You whispered into the empty aisle.

You couldn't stop looking at your hand as you walked back to the dairy section.

~♡~

It is 2am and you really shouldn't be awake. Much less shopping for a late night snack and drink combo that you'll surely regret in the morning. But right now your brain is telling you it needs those Reese's dark chocolate thins and fruit punch.

The fact that this is the same store you met Really Cute Stranger in is of no importance. As is the fact that this is the ninth time in eight days you've been to this particular grocery store.

Nonetheless you still make your way down to the dairy aisle and the canned food section. Just to look of course, before heading to the candy aisle.

As you peruse the selection of Reese's the grocery offers you hear the skid of sneakers running into the store. You look up and suddenly he's right there. A sheen of sweat on his face illuminated by the artificial lighting of the cheese section. He seemed to be trying to find something in the depths of the goat cheese and brie portion of the shelves.

For a few seconds too long you're frozen in place. Stuck staring at the proof that Really Cute Stranger wasn't just a figment of your imagination. It strikes you that maybe outwardly staring in silence at his side profile isn't quite the best possible route of communication.

"Aunt May again?" You ask in place of a hello, curious if the only shopping he does here is for her.

He jumps in place and you pretend not to stare at the way his sweatshirt rides up. Even if his skin is obscured by what seemed to be red and blue fabric—maybe he's a Spider-man fan?—the hint of lean muscle beneath was enough to draw your attention.

"It's you!" He breathes out as his eyes register you in front of him.

"You remember?" You ask happy to see some recognition on his face.

"Of course," He smiles. "How could I forget the girl that got me home in time for dinner?"

You blush at the compliment before redirecting the conversation. "So what are you looking for this time?"

He turns back towards the cheeses. "My aunt needs some Parmesan. We ran out and I forgot to tell her until she found out looking in the fridge earlier. I promised I'd get her some by tomorrow. Or well today I guess considering the time."

"Ah classic fumble." You joke scanning the shelves for Parmesan. "Oh! is that it over there?" You point at the shelf just passed his face.

"Yes! That's it. Perfect. Thanks for the save again." He says turning his face towards you. Your hand still outstretched pointing is in the perfect path of his turn so his lips just brush the tip of your pinky. Quickly the both of you pull back in blushing silence.

"So.."

"About?"

You both laugh at your shared awkwardness before gesturing for the other one to go. This continues for several movements until he finally relents and speaks.

"I was wondering, could I get your name? It feels weird to keep calling you 'Milk Girl' in my head." He asks shyly.

"Oh sure!" You tell him your name and try not to mention that your nickname for him was a little less on the nose than his. "How about you? Or am I only allowed to know you as Aunt May's nephew?

He laughs before offering his hand to shake. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Peter." You say shaking his hand. It could be you imagining things but you swear his smile gets wider when you say his name. Your name from his lips definitely made your smile brighter. "I'll see you around?"

"Definitely. Though maybe not at two in the morning." He pauses. "Okay probably at two in the morning I'll be honest with you."

You laugh with maybe a little too much force for a small joke but the idea that he wants to see you again puts you into such a giddy mood.

"Okay. Two am it is." You start to walk backwards towards the register to go pay. "Good morning and get some rest Peter!" You shout.

"You too!" He yells back and it leaves you smiling the whole way home.

~♡~

Over the course of the next few weeks Peter and you run into each other more times than necessarily reasonable. Did you maybe increase your amount of trips to the grocery store and did you maybe try to time those trips to when you saw Peter last? Maybe.

However the extra trips were worth it in your book. Suddenly you could say with certainty you and Peter Parker were friends. You had learned about his Aunt May—who he still won't let you meet because he's afraid 'she'll try to steal you away'—and you told him about your family as well. You bonded over awful professors and even more awful puns. He let you see the photographs he'd taken throughout the week and you would catch him up on the shows you were watching. Yes, you and the cutest boy you've ever met were friends.

But you knew you wanted more.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Peter whispered in your ear.

You jump before hitting his shoulder.

"I told you to stop doing that Parker. I swear you need a bell." You say smiling up at his face.

"And I told you, I like seeing you surprised."

Blushing you look back at the yoghurt in front of you to get away from his intense eye contact.

"It's just rude." You say changing the subject away from yourself. "It's obviously a better deal to get the two pack instead of just a single tub but I can't eat that much before it expires."

"Grocery stores; Famously against the broke college students of the world and enforcers of bulk buying."

"Too true. If only I could just split my groceries with someone else."

"Why don't you split them with me?" Peter suggests.

"Huh?" You say in surprise

"I buy this yoghurt too, It would work out well for us both right?"

"Sure." You reply too caught off guard for much else.

"Great!" Peter says smiling as he grabs the two pack of yoghurt and puts it in his cart. "Let's knock the rest of our stuff off the list now."

He winks at you and pushes the cart forward. Pinching your arm to assure yourself you're not dreaming you trail behind Peter.

You have vague memories of pulling out your shopping list and comparing coupons with Peter but as you walk up to the register the last hour and a half still has you dazed. Waking up only to split the pay of your food with Peter you gasp in shock. Your weekly food bill had gone down significantly. At your side Peter is in a similar state of disbelief as he turns towards you.

He smiles brighter than the heavy fluorescents that bathe the store.

"I guess we have to do this again huh?" He asks dimples showing.

"I guess we do." You reply matching his grin.

~♡~

Slowly you and Peter built a new routine. The two of you had exchanged numbers—you try not to think of how brightly your faced burned and how much you both stumbled over your words asking that—so that you wouldn't have to just guess when the other was at the grocery. Chatting about anything and everything. Meeting to get groceries and planning what days had the best deals for you both.

'Sale on hot chips!!!!! BOGO!!'

'My favorite words to hear sweetheart'

The picture you have for Peter is him goofily smiling up at the camera and you have him saved with a heart next to his name. He has yet to let you see what he's saved you as but you're certain it's an awful picture of you.

'lets shop on tuesday this week? i have a test on monday.'

'works for me. good luck on ur test : )'

Plus having his number gave you the excuse to call and chat more than you ever could through just encounters while shopping.

'doesnt this bird look like the guy in charge of the daily bugle'

'i swear peter how are you getting these photos. this must be like a penthouse roof or something'

Seeing Peter on a regular basis was definitely doing things to your heart. Even after months of knowing each other every touch of a shoulder to check a price or him reaching up to grab you something off a taller shelf sent your heart racing.

"Earth to my favorite girl. Hellooooo anybody home?" Peter says waving a hand in front of you.

Case in point. It's not your fault that Peter is in that dark t-shirt today that his biceps perfectly fill out especially when he moves them forward and flexes just like that. He moves his hand again in your face. Blinking you focus in on the fact that somehow you were already at checkout.

"There we go. Thought I'd lost you for a second." He smiles. "So how do you prefer your steak cooked?"

You tilt your head in confusion. "Steak?"

"Yeah. How else am I gonna wine and dine you?" He replies as if it's obvious.

You stand in confusion as you realize Peter had already paid for the groceries and begun to put them away—which again arms agh so distracting—in the cart. Suddenly you pay more attention to what exactly Peter had picked out today. Steak, pasta, veggies. The ingredients for a very nice not college student budget friendly dinner.

"Peter?"

"Yes?"

"Are you? Is this? You've bought stuff for a date." You glance at the flowers you also failed to notice in his basket.

"Glad you've finally noticed." Peter smiles at you nervously.

Your body is stuck looking at him in shock.

"But to make it official," Peter takes your hand while holding the flowers and says your name, "Will you let me take you on a date?"

You do the only thing you can think to do and surge forward pulling him into a kiss.

Peter goes still for a moment before he drops the flowers into the cart and his arms find your waist. Kissing Peter is everything you imagined and more. A warmth travels your whole body as your hands make your way to his hair. The kiss lasts as long as you both can manage before needing to breathe.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Peter asks resting his forward against yours.

"Hmm?"

"I don't even like yoghurt."

You laugh before smacking his chest.

"Kiss me again Parker."

"Yes ma'am."

Fin.

A/N: Thank you for reading!! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Stitches from the Heart

Summary: An argument with Matt leads to him needing a new suit. Inspired by that one post about a woman who partially unstitched her husband suit and then forgot about it.

A/N: First time writing for Matt! Watched Daredevil and immediately fell for his charms. Please let me know your thoughts! <33!

It was both petty and foolish in hindsight. The argument you and Matt had last night had vexed both of you enough and each of you had spat out words that the morning sun made you regret.

It was one of those nights where your husband's after-school activities took more time away then expected. Usually a simple hug and apology was what Matt greeted you with when he got home late but something about his patrol seemed to have thrown him off.

"You can't just expect me to bend to your every whim sweetheart."

"And you know that is not what I'm saying! All I am asking you to do is let me take care of you. I just want to make sure you are safe."

"I don't need your help. I got along just fine without you for years."

"Fine. If you want to go get yourself killed out there then do it. See if I care."

"Fine. I will."

Going to bed angry wasn't something you ever wanted to do, but as you waited up for Matt to get back home it became increasingly clear he wasn't planning on doing so as long as you were awake. If that's how he wanted to play it then so be it. You would have the whole bed to yourself tonight. But not before getting a little revenge on him for tomorrow.

The hours that passed by allowed you plenty of time to do what you needed to do. Matt always appreciated finer fabrics and thrifting allowed you get some nicer things without breaking the bank. So you had picked up some sewing skills that help more items fit the both of you properly. Including removing stitches. Such as every third stitch of a suit.

So you grabbed a jacket and pants that were on Matthew's—Yes Matthew. He does not get nickname privies when he is gallivanting around while you are worried to death—rotation to be worn to work. You then had proceeded to neatly pluck the stitches in the suit with careful precision. So that when worn it would slowly fall apart throughout the day. As you neared the end of your endeavor you felt your eyelids become heavier. As the pillows on the bed seemed to call your name you hardly recall hanging back up the suit before drifting off to sleep.

Morning came with the speed and haste of a child told to finish their homework before going out to play. You had woken up far past your alarm and barely had time fix your hair before heading out to work.

Matt surprised you that night with a lovely dinner. Both of you apologized and the argument was quickly forgiven. The rest of the night spent on more… fun activities.

So you had forgotten. Honestly the suit had been out of your mind until your husband walked into your apartment in that afternoon on a weekday that should've had him in the office till the evening.

"Sweetheart, I think my clothes are broken." He stood in your doorway every bit like a sad dog in the rain. His suit jacket was nearly falling off of him and the bottoms of his pants were frayed in odd zigzagged directions. You tried your hardest not to laugh as he pouted.

"Matty, oh baby I'm so sorry," You said through giggles. "I had completely forgotten about that."

"I didn't know what was going on," Matt put on an even bigger pout. "I nearly scarred Foggy and Karen trying to grab some files!"

"Well to be fair Matty you did leave me unattended." You said before opening your arms. "Hug?"

As he fell into your arms you both heard the sound of the back of his jacket coming apart. You stifle a giggle.

"Betrayed by my own wife! How will my heart ever survive?" Matthew bemoaned, lifting his face just off your neck enough to be heard.

"There there. I'm sure you'll make it." You patted his head while maneuvering you both onto the couch. "How about we order from that Thai place you like hmm?" you asked as you peeled off the remnants of his jacket.

"I don't know. I think I need something stronger to cure me of my ailment." He moved his arms to encircle your waist.

"Oh yeah? And what do you need to save you?" You bent your knees so his head can fit comfortably in his lap.

"From this level of embarrassment something very very strong." He said smirking up at you from the makeshift cuddle you had created on the couch. "One hundred kisses from the prettiest girl on the planet"

"Really?"

"Yup." He nodded. "Gotta give me them. C'mon lay the first one on me."

Puckering his mouth he moved his head upwards in search of your face before pausing just near your lips. His breath still smelled like coffee and stale donuts from the last client the firm had defended. Your lips moved up in a smile and you laughed just before pulling him into a kiss.

"Well if its what the patient needs."

Needless to say the ruined suit was quickly forgiven. You did promise to fix it after a few hours of "curing the patient" were done.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Any and all comments and/or reblogs are appreciated <3

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The Consequences of Being Spiderman

Summary: "I don't think I've ever heard you lie" + You and Peter have been dating for a while but what happens when he keeps making excuses and pushes away from you? aka he forgets your anniversary because he was too busy being spiderman angst

A/N: I've never written angst without a happy ending before so this was very interesting! Please let me know your thoughts. < 3!

It started small. Leaving earlier from movie nights and just saying “Hi” as he ran past you on campus instead of giving you a hug before his next class. You brushed it off mostly, it was understandable. Finals week was coming up and you knew some of Peter’s teachers were notorious for being difficult.

Then it got bigger. Suddenly he was canceling dates at the last minute and it seemed as if he was actively avoiding you on campus. Anytime you tried to reach out or ask what was wrong Peter just brushed you off. “Everything is fine,” he’d tell you before racing off to deal with what he’ll later tell you was the umpteenth time he forgot his pencil case in the science building. Funny considering you can always see it in his backpack—the heart charm you gave to him when you first started still dangling from the zipper—as it hangs from where Peter always forgets to zipper up his bag. 

It was fine, you would tell yourself. As couples got more comfortable it makes sense that things would change. Honeymoon phase and all am I right?

The straw that broke the camel's back was your six month anniversary dinner. 

You had gotten all dolled up excited at the prospect of finally being able to spend some time with Peter. You had on your cutest heels and a pretty red dress. The one that you saw made Peter’s gaze linger a little longer whenever you wore it out. 

The reservation was for 7:30 but you wanted to be a little early and got there at 7:15. You checked yourself in and waited for Peter to show up. 

At 7:30 you reapplied your lipstick and they called your name. 

You check your phone after ordering some water. The numbers 7:45 glaring at you from your screen. 

The waitress gave you a pitying smile as she refilled your lone glass of water. Your phone now reads eight o’clock and you can feel pinpricks of tears at the corner of your eyes.

At 8:30 you're asked to leave the table and leave. By nine you're sitting on the subway with smudged mascara and a broken heart. 

You slam your apartment door and slide onto the floor finally letting yourself cry. After a while you make your way into the bedroom. Without enough energy to change you flop yourself onto the bed seeking the comfort of your blanket and pillows. The cute heels you’d been wearing all night have left red marks on your heels and you fall asleep feeling like an idiot. 

Peter walks into your apartment after a pretty successful patrol. Saved a cat from a tree, helped an old lady with groceries, the works.

He grimaces at the time lightly dropping his bag near the door. 11pm you were probably asleep already but he hopes he can get some cuddles in. Being Spiderman was always very tiring no matter how good it made him feel to protect the people of New York City.

Finally relaxing into the comfort of home he turns to grab some water right next to the calendar. The calendar where today’s date was circled in red, bold words of 6 months!! Covering the square. . He remembers smiling as you drew the little hearts around it while he made a reservation at the nicest restaurant he could afford. 

Shit.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

He rushes to check his phone hoping somehow the calendar was wrong. But no, it flashed the date back to him. Taunting him with his own notification and the texts from you. 

Creeping into your shared bedroom he peers in and sees you sleeping. Shit you were so gorgeous. In his favorite dress with your hair clearly having been done up before. As he walks closer he sees the red on your heels and the smudged make up on your face. Delicately he moves the hair out of your face and takes your shoes off the bed. 

You shift at the movement and open your eyes.

“...Peter?” 

“Hey love it’s me. I’m sorry I missed our date”

“I waited” You sniffle “for so long”

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry, love.” He pleads, reaching out to your face. “I just… I had something to do.”

You scooch backwards fully up now.

“That’s it though isn’t it. Always something to do Peter. Somewhere to be that isn't near me.” You start to stand up and head out into the hallway. “I can’t do this anymore Peter. I can’t keep trying and trying to connect with you when you obviously don’t want me here”

You make it all the way to the door and slip on your shoes before Peter catches up. He nearly trips on his own feet to get to you after processing what you said.

“Babe, wait!” He tries to reach out to you but you take a step back. “Please! Baby, I love you.”

You laugh and choke back a sob.

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever heard you lie” 

You storm out the door leaving Peter with a backpack filled with his spiderman suit and a small pencil case with heart on the zipper behind. 

Shit. He really messed up this time didn’t he. 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!!! Comments and reblogs are appreciated! < 33

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Jamie Tartt Masterlist

Key: ♡ = fluff; ☆ = angst

💌One Shots:

Coming soon!

💌Drabbles:

Meeting Jamie at Dusk ♡

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Meeting Jamie at Dusk

Summary: Jamie's favorite thing is talking with you

A/N: This is part of a series of drabbles I'm doing for summer. Please let me know what you think and enjoy! < 33

The sun had already set well onto the horizon. The world transformed into one where pub lights started to flicker on and children were being ushered into bed. He let his thoughts be consumed by what other people might be doing as he waited for her on the bridge. 

“Jamie!”

Ah there she was. You had run up to him breathing heavily while your arms rested on your knees. It was nice, comforting even. Unlike most other things where people wanted Jamie to run for them you always were the one running to him.

“What was chasin ya this time then? A three headed dragon?” He asks with the same infuriating tone and smirk he knows he fans die for while he’s on the pitch. It’s a joke he makes every time for two reasons. First being that he would never tell you that he adores you more than the sun and just seeing you is enough to lift his spirits anyday.

“Oh piss off” you say, throwing your head back in laughter. The last rays of sun seem to reflect off the water onto you. This was the second reason. Your smile. Jamie was forever grateful that one day he decided to deviate from his usual way home and walk around to clear his thoughts. Accidentally meeting you was worth having to deal with the rest of the team throwing a fit that he was back. You were glorious and he wouldn't trade a second of these late night run-ins for anything. 

“I'm just sayin its not like ya have ta be in any rush. I'm not movin. promise”, that's the most he can say back to you right now anyway. Being able to just talk with you is enough for right now. No football. No dealing with Richmond or his dad. Just you, him and the bridge.

You smile at his answer. His heart warms up at the sight of it. 

There's a beat for a moment, a pause.

“So.. I was thinking would you rather have to eat breakfast foods for dinner or dinner foods for breakfast?”

“What?” he asks incredulously.

“No cause hear me out breakfast is good just anytime of the day right? Like we have brunch for a reason! But i feel like dinner is just too much for right in the morning yknow?”

Jamie smiles so wide he feels it might be stuck like that—though that is a possibility as long you're around him. It's another meaningless conversation starter but just listening to you rant about waffles and sweet versus savory makes walking an extra 15 minutes out of his way every Wednesday worth it.

“—ello.. Jamie! Are you listening to me? This is a very very important discussion! How can I be friends with you if I don't know your opinions on breakfast tacos??” You say indignantly, smiling softly as you stare at him.

“Right of course you're obviously wrong about everything love” He says, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Ughhh you bastard. I bet you weren’t even listening!” You squawk, hitting his arm gently.

Jamie laughs. Yeah he could keep doing this. Every Wednesday night for the rest of his life as long as you let him. 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. < 33