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Prompt - ‘'I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night.’

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For as long as you could remember it had always been you and Peter, other friends came and went throughout the years but you and Peter had always been a constant in each other’s lives. You had gone through everything together, when your family’s business went bankrupt and you had to live with the Parker’s for a few months, when Peter’s parents died and he had chosen you to run away to. Every big moment, every little moment, no matter the memory Peter was almost always in it.

You never thought you’d have to imagine a life without Peter, it always seemed such an impossible thought. You were the best of friends, there were no secrets between either of you, you told each other everything.

Which was great for years, it worked well for the two of you, you knew the other better than you knew yourself. It was nice knowing you always had someone to confide in, no problem too big or small to share.

And yet now you hated the fact that nothing was kept a secret between the two of you, you hated the fact that you meet up with Peter every day before school, hated that it was so easy to forget that the rest of the world existed, right up until you walked through the doors and his gaze immediately sought her out.

Gwen Stacy.

Gwen Stacy who was top of every class, Gwen Stacy who was so stunningly beautiful you just knew you couldn’t ever even begin to compete with her. You didn’t stand a chance, not when you saw the way Peter looked at her, his expression completely softening, the way his lips pulled into an unconscious smile every time she walked into a room, the way he couldn’t walk into one without glancing around for her.

You didn’t stand a chance.

And because there were no secrets between you and Peter you got to hear all about his crush on her when he remembered you existed. Ok, so maybe that wasn’t fair, it wasn’t like Peter shut down on you whenever she was around but he always had an eye on her.

You and Peter always walked home together, usually hanging around in his bedroom since Aunt May was at work so it left the two of you alone. You didn’t know if you loved the alone time or hated it.

You couldn’t even remember when your own crush on Peter had developed, maybe it had always been there, there before you even really knew what a crush was, before you knew anything about relationships or love or any of those things. Maybe it had developed when you had a bad day and Peter was always there with open arms and ready to make a fool of himself if only to see you laugh again. Maybe it was in the way that there really wasn’t any distance between the two of you, whether it be with no secrets or the way you could crawl into the other's bed after sneaking in through the window and the other person didn’t react other than to make room and wrap their arms around the other. Maybe it was all the little things that seemed so insignificant to other people but you treasured so deeply that made you fall for him so easily.

It didn’t really matter when it happened though, only that it did. It happened and it hurt every day. You couldn’t even get a break on the weekends because whenever Peter came around Gwen always seemed to be the first topic on his lips.

And it wasn’t like you could say anything either, you couldn’t just demand he stop talking about her. Not without admitting you had feelings for him anyway and that wasn’t going to happen, not when you knew he didn’t feel anything for you. You would just have to sit and listen to him talk about her for hours at a time because you loved him and you couldn’t lose your friendship.

Still it hurt. It hurt when he asked you what you think he should do, how could he get her to notice him, what date ideas should he think of to ask her out. The worst of it was that you loved him so much you couldn’t even bring yourself to give him bad ideas, whenever he asked for your advice you gave him the best you could, gave answers you wished Peter would do for you, and you watched him use them on her.

You had gotten pretty good at faking a smile now around Peter, at pretending everything was ok until you were alone and you could let the hurt just hurt. It was so easy to picture you and Peter together too, nothing would change except the fact you’d know how his lips felt against yours, how his hand cupping your cheek to bring you closer would feel.

It didn’t matter how much you wanted to cry, not when you had to fake a laugh at his over dramatic love declarations that caused him to grin as he shoved you lightly, it didn’t matter because no matter how many damn stars you wished on nothing would change.

Sometimes you thought Peter knew, how could he not know that he was the reason you stayed up all night thinking about him, how could he not know that the reason for your tears was him, how was he so blind to the way you looked at him? If it were anybody else you’d think they knew but Peter wasn’t cruel, if he knew he wouldn’t be torturing you so much.

If you had thought things between you and Peter were hard when he was just pining after Gwen it was nothing compared to when he finally put all your advice to use and ended up getting together with her.

It was slow at first, you still saw Peter every day, still walked home together after school but over time it turned into less time together. You walked home together but after a few weeks Gwen joined you and you hated how kind she was, it’d be easier to hate her if she wasn’t so nice. Then it turned into you going straight home, not wanting to third wheel on them, not when it meant more time watching Peter look at Gwen like she was his whole world and you had somehow become nothing more than a passing thought, silently pleading for Peter to notice you.

It wasn’t much longer after that the time you and Peter spent together got less and less, no more hanging out after school, no more weekends together, no more sneaking into each other’s houses, no more sharing every thought that popped into your head.

That’s what hurt the most, the thing that left you crying silently to yourself each night. Peter had forgotten all about you and your heart hurt, it hurt so badly that you just wished you could stop feeling anything. It wasn’t even just Peter’s fault though, you wanted to blame him for it all but you were to blame too, you pulled away but Peter hadn’t caught you and pulled you back.

You hoped Gwen knew, you hoped she knew how lucky she was that she was the one that got to fall asleep in Peter’s arms, the safest place you’d ever been. You hope she knew how lucky she was that Peter had picked her to love, you hoped she would love him just as fiercely as he loved her, hoped she knew how lucky she was to be able to fall into those beautiful brown eyes and to know how his lips felt as he kissed her so softly like she was something to be treasured.

You really hoped she knew because you would never know.

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Thank you so much for reading!💛

No because I just know Andrew Garfield would be 100% down to play Patroclus and he would BODY it.

Ello hi would like winged male reader x peter Parker,so like the reader has wing but peter does not know about it ,the reader is a superhero called nightwing and peter and him has crossdress but never saw one another without their mask and ,male reader thought that he would tell peter also pure fulff I can imagine so excited (sorry if it is too much)

Love-night anon <3

Of course! I’m already finishing up on your last request btw. Im assuming you mean either Andrew Garfield or Tom holland so I’m gonna write it as in the reader chooses hope your alright with that night-anon!

do you guys ever like forget you're interested in something until you start engaging with it again and you go "oh wait i'm like crazy crazy about this yeah"

— SECRETS AND SKATEPARKS.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: you have a sneaking suspicion about your best friend and will apparently go to any lengths to prove yourself right.

warnings: mentions of violence/bruises, kissing, basically just a bunch of pg13 fluff, friends to lovers au.

author’s note: very much enjoying the andrew garfield spiderman love recently (don’t know where you all were 9 years ago but that’s not my business) so here’s a fic for my favourite spidey! i don’t think i’ve written for marvel in over a year and my writing is kinda rusty, but enjoy nonetheless!! ♡

“I wonder what Spider-Man looks like,” you absentmindedly mumble, scribbling down the answer to the Calculus question you were working on.

This piques your best friend Peter’s interest and his gaze quickly shoots from his own homework to you. “What, why? Wh-why does that, uh, matter?”

“No, I’m just saying, y’know?” You shrug, not thinking anything of it until you catch his expression. His head is tilted in confusion and he resembles a lost puppy with curiosity painted plain as day on his face.

God, why does your best friend have to be so cute. Okay, maybe a slightly inappropriate thought to be having, but it’s not like you’re hurting anyone! Other than yourself, that is, by not having your feelings returned. Collateral damage.

“He’s, like, super strong right?” you ask, turning back to your homework. Mostly to avoid looking at Peter, but also because you aren’t quite as good at calculus as him. He hums in answer, prompting you to continue. “Which means he’s probably super ripped. And if he’s super ripped, he’s gotta be like…”

You trail off, thinking he gets where you’re going. But when you look at him again, his brows are furrowed and you can’t help chuckling. “Spider-Man is probably really hot.”

Peter chokes on air.

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🤍 Once again, congrats on the milestone. Anyway, you should do the arachnophobia fic idea! It's so adorable!

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Funnily enough, Peter’s girlfriend has a crippling fear of spiders.

CONTENT: fluff, fem!reader, everyone is 18+

NOTES: I’m afraid of the dark… maybe you could come sleep with me ;)

By every definition of the word, Peter never considered himself a morning person. If anything, he despised mornings, but he could always appreciate the beauty in them.

When the sky took its time waking up along with the rest of the city, Peter became aware of several things almost at once: how the sun rose, painting the sky with hues of lilacs and pinks, golden threads of morning light pouring through the windows of his shared flat that warmed his skin. It brought another day of hopes and aspirations, soon to be fulfilled goals and another day spent with loved ones.

Instinctively, he reached out to the spot beside him, expecting to roll over and be embraced with a warm hug, only to frown when the sheets were cold and his girlfriend out of sight.

With a few bleary blinks, muddled with faint memories of his dream, Peter’s eyes momentarily clenched shut as stretched his limbs, hearing the popping of joints and unravelling knots before he got up with an exasperated sigh.

It was a Saturday morning, and he had no intention of waking up that early, but the bed was cold and empty.

“Peter!”

A strangled plea, desperation, a familiar voice.

A hot flash struck Peter’s body — contrasting with the chill sensation that ran down his spine and collected and pooled deep in his gut.

Jumping out of bed, he grabbed his web-shooters with shaky hands but it felt as if his vision had been disfigured — as if he were staring through a fish-eye lens while attaching them to his wrist.

His chest grew tight and thundered as bile rushed to his throat. Blood rushed into his ears that muffled and encased his head in static noise.

He breathed hard, rushing up to the bedroom door and nearly ripping it off its hinges. Uncertainty bled through every action — the panic coursing through him only amplified the accompanying scream of her name.

Barreling into the living room, his eyes darted to find his girlfriend standing in the centre of the room. Without thought, webs shot out and grabbed her, pulling her back into Peter’s chest before shoving her behind him.

“Where is it? Are you hurt? What happened?” He fired rapidly, arms outstretched wide to broaden his coverage to shield her. His mind reeled into overdrive.

But a second came and went, and the silence prevailed, only for Peter's ragged breath, becoming shorter, sharper, to fill the room.

Hesitantly examining for any trace of the intruder, Peter tossed a look to her, staring into her eyes wide with panic.

“I know you’re scared but you have to tell me. Where did it go?”

Her arm shot up, finger waving mid-air. “Up there!”

About to shoot out another web, Peter paused, blinking in utter disbelief.

Adjacent to them, seated in the far right corner of the wall, unmoving and unthreatening, was a spider — a relatively small one at that. It remained motionless, biding its time in the uncharted territory as its beady eyes leered at them, standing on eight legs.

“Please get it!”

Relaxing and slumping his shoulders, he sighed, licked his lips and burst into a fit of laughter. Peter spun around to cup her face in his hands, slightly shaking her in timing with his speech. “You — argh! I thought something bad happened to you! Don’t. You. Ever. Scare. Me. Like. That!”

But she was preoccupied, focus still stuck on the spider that was now scuffling towards them at a menacing speed that had her wiggling out of his grasp.

“Pete, please!”

He shook his head with a smile and breathless laugh. “You’re scared of the itsy bitsy spider?”

“It’s huge!”

Peter rolled his eyes, gesturing to himself. “You sleep with one every night!”

“Well, my Spidey doesn’t have eight legs and a hundred eyes!” She scoffed as if he was the ridiculous one while pushing him further to the spider. “They’re so ugly! And disgusting — atrocious little creatures!”

“I’m trying really hard not to get offended right now.”

“Can you just kill it already?”

“Kill it?” He exclaimed. “That’s self-murder — suicide!”

Her whining ensued, cowering away as Peter climbed the wall, letting the spider crawl into his hands despite her protest to use a napkin and cup instead.

It was a small common house spider with black and brown fuzz. She no longer bothered with words, only gagging as Peter observed the creature in the palm of his hand. Either way, he found the situation becoming increasingly hilarious as he cracked open the window and let the spider free.

With a yawn, he held out his hand to lead her to the bedroom, yet she refused, sputtering about washing them first.

“Oh come on! You didn’t mind a certain spider’s hands on you last night.”

And with the flattening of her mouth, she rolled her eyes and took his hand. Although reluctantly and with a grimace on her face.

Who knew the beauty of mornings also included capturing spiders?

I just ran across this; fascinating read. Left me curious as to how he solved the problem, if he ever did...

Anything But Bug Spray!

Peter never realized the extent his spider senses overrode his human ones until faced with a robber armed with cans of bug spray.

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

CONTENT: injures, fluff, crack, slight angst

NOTES: I listened to ‘Last Nite’ while writing this. I suggest listening along while reading!

Music managed to provide comfort to the loneliest of people. It could be universally understood by the masses no matter its language and had the ability to connect souls through rhythmic patterns, melodies and harmonies.

Or that’s how Peter liked to put it.

As he laid down on a dingy roof with the popping of joints and rolling shoulders, he peered up to the night sky — head bobbing to the initial burst of upbeat notes through his earbuds.

The lively tempo elevated Peter as his fingers drummed together on his lower torso. With the progression of the song, lyrics began slipping past his lips and turned into crystallized puffs of smoke into the wintry air.

“Last night, she said,'' Peter mumbled, looking up to the stars while his makeshift police radio played live, waiting to alert him of any crimes. His phone slipped inside a secret pocket of his suit, earbuds tucked into his ears under his mask as he continued to sing. “Oh, baby, I feel so down. Oh, it turn’ me off when I feel left out.”

The song looped twice until he reached to shuffle his playlist, stopping as his eyes darted to the familiar green phone icon at the bottom of the screen. Instantly, his prerogative changed as he tapped to his most recent contact, then to FaceTime, and waited for the call to go through.

Peter’s face drew into a large smile as her face popped into view and he positioned his phone to capture his face, tugging off his mask.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled.

“Hello, Rudolph —”

“Oh shut up,” he groaned, looking at himself through his phone. The tip of his nose was red and cheeks were bright pink from the cold. Automatically, he felt a shiver creep up his spine while glancing at the glistening snowflakes that danced from the clouds. “I forgot to bring a jacket.”

“Pete! It’s winter!”

“It’ll be fine.”

“If you get sick I’m not taking care of you.”

A scandalized expression crossed him as he slapped a hand to his chest dramatically. “Not even my own girlfriend would take care of me?! Oh, come on! The city doesn’t even pay me!”

“Then come home, grab a jacket.”

Stubbornly, he shook his head and shifted to curl in on himself to retain heat. “Can’t.”

“You’ll get frostbite —“

“I’ll be fine!”

She finally relented, giving him an unamused look. “I hate you.”

“No —” Peter’s whining cued. “You love me. Where would you be without me?”

“Better off,” she joked, resulting in him scoffing while rolling his eyes with a playful smile. “Or maybe in England. That’s where.”

“You wound me.”

He was met with light, echoing laughter — a melody so sweet, so raw, it made Peter’s heart flip; it was the sound of his external heartbeat, far greater than any song. And maybe it was his mind overcompensating, but Peter swore he felt a surge of warmth bleed through him, combatting the chilling cold.

“Anyway, what’s up, lovebug?”

Peter’s face scrunched up into a bright grin, shaking his head at the name. “Missed your face.”

As she opened her mouth, sirens picked up in the background. Peter sat up, whipping his head to look down at flashing red and blue lights along with chatter picking up from the radio: a bank robbery, he distantly noted, three robbers, nine hostages, no casualties. Yet.

“I love you,” he heard, promptly returning to look at the screen — met with a soft smile. His lips pressed together apologetically, thumb hovering to end the call reluctantly. But yet again, she made him feel breathless, something close to radiance bursting in his ribcage that spread throughout his body more addictingly compared to any venom.

He tried to fight the beating of his heart and he could see from the corner of his eye his face turning pink, and this time it wasn’t from the cold.

“Mm, say that again? Please?”

“I love you, Peter. Be safe, come home soon.”

Once it ended, he dropped his face into his hands, trying to contain his smile before standing. He put his playlist back onto shuffle, tugged his mask on, overlooked the city and jumped —

The wind whipped against his body as he dove down, seeing the zipping cars and people pointing at him as webs shot out to grasp a nearby building.

It always brought a priceless rush as he swung throughout the city, following the police cars. He flipped himself through the air several times, muttering lyrics of the song currently playing; he could hear the subway rumbling beneath the concrete ground as he appreciated the bright city lights. They reflected off every surface, a glitter that never failed to enchant Peter.

Latching onto a building and jerking up, he perched himself on the building opposite to the robbery as he ran through and calculated his next move.

Police cars were stationed outside a tall white bricked building and Peter could hear the shouting and muffled cries of the hostages inside along with the clicking of guns. He could see the three robbers in clear view: all armed, one brandishing a gun at the hostages and the other two licking their thumbs as they counted a new stack of cash. Neither looked at each other, only their chests were puffed out as they threw the money into a black duffle bag and hiked it on their shoulders.

However, from Peter's viewpoint, the door was blocked from the inside, right where the hostages were seated, huddled into a corner.

Making a decision quickly, he hopped down to a lower ledge and picked up a nearby brick. The police watched him carefully, only for him to motion back to the hostages.

He launched the brick forward and shattered the glass windows and door. His webs shot out through the cracks — one wrapping around the gun pointed at the hostages, the other ripping off the door from its hinges.

Peter grabbed the weapon from the robber’s hands and threw it to the floor as the cops bellowed for the hostages to run. Peter nodded to an officer before launching off and following the robbers sprinting out the building from the backside.

All three were running — pointing in different directions as they shouted contrasting orders. Distracted, Peter had already shot out more webs — ripping the guns from their holsters and hands and managing to toss them to the ground — all shattering upon contact. However, one robber reached into their pocket, pulled out another small gun and pointed it at Peter’s head.

Moving to the side, he dodged each bullet until growing bored and webbed his hand to his chest as the gun dropping to the ground,

He chuckled, pointing to the robbers. “This is the worst organized robbery I think I’ve ever seen! Do criminals not negotiate beforehand anymore?”

Before they could respond, Peter shook his head and strung up two robbers from their legs and hoisted them high into the air as he swung them onto a street light. They resembled string puppets as he tugged on the webs, making them look like marionettes.

The last robber — his hand webbed to chest — wiggled free, grabbed another bag of money, and sprinted in the opposite direction.

“Hey!” Peter shouted, “Why are you running? You’re missing the best part of my speech!”

And with a shake of his head, tossing a look to the criminals behind him, Peter chased the man with a running start as he swung himself off buildings.

The sight was quite comical, and out of a movie as he observed the robber’s attire. “I see you’ve got the — uh — mask, duffle bag… guns… black and white shirts. You’ve got it all! I’m impressed!”

Having no time to react, Peter dropped down and kicked the man to the ground. He tried to scramble back up, momentarily dazed as he backed himself up against a wall. But Peter tilted his head to the side, reaching up to tug out his earbuds and slipped them inside his pocket. He clicked his tongue, “People like you make my job so easy. Thank you!”

“Fuck you!” The robber groaned.

“I never say this —“ Peter raised his wrist and shot webs into the robber’s mouth to keep him quiet while he snatched the money away from him — “But don’t swallow.”

In relation, the robber’s hand travelled to his waistband and grabbed a large bottle. Peter’s first instinct kicked in — already prying it from the man’s hands and into his own. But as he observed it, turning it to observe the label, it wasn’t a gun or a bomb like he expected, but rather a bottle of bug spray.

He looked back up, finding the robber already had another spray can in his hands — pointed directly at him.

It took a moment for the situation to fully process in Peter’s head as he stared down a barrel of bug spray. As the seconds ticked by, they lapsed into a tense silence but his uncontrollable laughter picked up as he flung his head back. “N-now you’ve outdone yourself!”

“Get-back!” The robber mumbled — words muffled. The man’s entire hand shook as he gripped the bottle tighter.

Indulging in his little game, Peter listened and took a large step back, hands raised in the air in faux surrender. He chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes-really!”

“Can’t believe you did it! You’ve figured out my weakness. Bug spray. Anything but bug spray!”

“You-don’t-want-to-be-laughing!”

“Hmm,” he pondered. “Are you some sort of entrepreneur?” Peter mused, leaning against the nearby wall before pushing himself off. “You are stealing all this money because your product failed?” He stalked up to the man, a playfulness shooting through him. “If you just wanted a test dummy, you could have asked. I've been called bug boy before so you’re onto something.”

The man was seething with anger and was pushed to the edge by Peter’s unrelenting humiliation. The robber pressed down on the white nuzzle, spraying out a short burst of bug spray out into the air and in his direction. With a sharp inhale, Peter went to laugh but ended up choking and his eyes began to burn.

“Hey —” a cough. “What the f —”

Another spray, then another, and another. And this time, it hurt.

It really, really fucking hurt.

The pain was excruciating — all-consuming as he fell to the floor. Peter’s skin felt as if it was scorched, lungs constructing and his blood felt like it was beating too close to the surface — a layer of skin was ripping itself off as an unforgiving hand closed around his throat.

Taking his reaction to advantage, the robber ripped off the webs from his face, grabbed the bags of money and ran in the opposite direction.

Peter was numb, mind disoriented, fist-clenching as he tried to stabilize himself. The action felt detached, out of control and to the best of his abilities, Peter pushed himself up and began escaping — climbing the walls to resume chasing after the robber. Managing to cast a web, he swung himself up, but it proved to be a greater challenge in itself, causing additional dizziness and making him fall several feet into the air, crash landing onto a roof.

There was a short, pained wheeze — deep panic and pain flaring inside him. His entire body hurt, and he was left unable to breathe properly — quivering as his body began to rip itself apart from an invisible force.

Everything was washed over in a blurred dark haze, much different compared to the vibrant city lights he was used to seeing. His ragged breath and compressed chest was felt through every crevice of his body — feeling everything burn and ache — compounded by an unspeakable agony. Weakly, he reached to rip off his mark — tears staining his face as he desperately gasped for air.

Peter was used to almost dying. He had been electrocuted, thrown off buildings, stabbed, shot at, clawed by a giant lizard, bitten by a venomous spider, but he never expected to die like this; spasming on a rooftop, cold, alone, gagging, mind foggy — half-blinded by pain, half-blinded in the literal sense —all from bug spray.

He could barely stand, the only thing keeping him moving were bursts of fear and adrenaline.

Swinging, falling, overwhelmed, cuts and bruises now added to his body, Peter made his way home on pure instincts — pushing past the ringing in his ears that managed to mess with his other senses.

Entering through the window of their bedroom flat, Peter was met with glass shattering and a yep from his startled girlfriend rushing up to him.

Through the buzzing in his ears, he could distantly make out her shouts and pleads — the vibrations of her footsteps rang throughout rooms. Barely conscious, Peter hardly made out the warmth being placed on his chest. A hand, he thinks, and then something over his face, his mouth — to breath properly.

The overwhelming urge to soothe her took control of him as he tried to loll his head, shaky fingers trailing along her leg. But sleep was beginning to enclose on him like a shield, a wave of pain washing over him as he winced, again and again until it encased Peter’s world into abrupt stillness.

* * * *

Hours later, Peter stirred awake. His eyelids fluttered rapidly as he adjusted to the morning sun. He groaned, feeling stiff before the realization dawned on him.

He could see.

Anticipation weighed heavy on his mind as Peter took a moment to breathe in deeply and stretch — checking over his body. He sighed out relieved as he found nothing wrong — only becoming slack as he pressed himself against his girlfriend who had been watching him carefully.

“Morning, lovebug.”

He breathed in, letting out an airy chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss along her jawline.

“You gave me quite the fright.”

“Shit,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

There was a long pause and a deep sigh. “I’m just happy you’re safe.”

Peter simply jerked his head in agreement — shifting so his head rested on her chest. He moaned at the feeling of her fingers carding through his hair, messaging the scalp before his eyes caught onto the flash of her cell phone screen.

She was glued to it — her eyes nearly blurring together as she rapidly read the text and curiously, he craned his head to look.

“What are you reading?”

“Wait — Pete —”

But he had already grabbed her phone, eyebrows furrowed as his face tightened and slacked with realization.

The news app was opened. It was a blurred photograph that took up the entire screen. A photograph from last night. A photograph of Peter coughing bug spray mid-spray attack, mid-spasm, on the ground as the robber began to run. The headline read, ‘SPIDER-MAN FINALLY MEETS HIS WEAKNESS?’

“Fuck,” Peter breathed, followed by a thick swallow as he felt his face burn from embarrassment. His face dropped into the crook of her neck as he huffed out pathetically.

She chuckled, feeling a little guilty but laughed nonetheless. “Who knew that the amazing Spider-Man could be taken down with bug spray?”

“... You can’t be seriously laughing at me right now. Are you?”

“N-no…”

He scoffed, “You’re the worst. Go away.”

“You’re the one gripping onto me, idiot.”

Peter tried to fight down his smile, his head shaking. “So mean.”

Unfortunately for Peter, he didn’t take into account how this newfound information might backfire on him. Robbers began carrying bug spray, hosing him down any chance they got — and each time forced him into a near-death sentence that began driving him away. And New York’s crime rate skyrocketed.

It took me so much time to realise this until I recently reread the early spiderman comic and rewatched tasm movie, is the way Peter discovered his power for the first time ever and how tasm movie was accurate to comic in that regard

Peter first displayed his power in the comic when he leaped to the nearby wall of the building on reflex as a response to threat (*which is the car fastly approaching him), similarly, in tasm movie, Peter first displayed his power when he leaped to the ceiling of the metro on reflex as a type of alarming response, the other common thing is that before the happening of the response, Peter neither noticed nor saw the thing upcoming due to in both cases he was either preoccupied or sleeping

There is a great reply on youtube that explains in detail the reason why Peter only reacted to the droplet of water but not the bottle being placed on his forehead:

Also something I really love about how Peter discovered his power in tasm movie, is that the movie really emphasised how Peter was having a hard time to control his power if he put a bit aggressive force into something which is just like how Peter first discovered his power in the comic, he easily crashed a steel pipe even tho he didn't intentionally put much force into it but because of his superhuman strength any bit of aggressive force can be enormous, I love that tasm movie expanded on this aspect more than the comic and other adaptations because it would be realistic to see in regular basis how someone having superhuman strength would break many things unintentionally and this power can be destructive, in the Sam Raimi Spider-Man movie we only got that on a very superficial level like when he hit flash, but that's about it, we don't get anything else besides that, we don't see how he interacts with objects like really hard solids, but I love that this aspect was more explored and emphasised in tasm movie and is more accurate to the comic

This is just one of the many reasons why tasm movie (in my opinion) is the best live-action adaptation of the comic, it has so many great overlooked details that I could spend time talking about

yk what spiderman villians take the biggest L's like imagine having the insatiable thirst to be evil because you were wronged somehow and ur desperate to get ur revenge only to lose to a guy fresh out of high-school, barley out of adolescents and dressed in spandex. Like this is also the same guy that got bitten by a radioactive spider and actively decided not to tell anyone 💀

don’t sell me false dreams

crying atm

tobey’s peter to andrew’s peter: you are amazing!

me sitting in my seat:

DAY 8: UNDERNEATH THE TREE

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

summary: you and peter both struggle to find the perfect gift and end up proving why you belong together

warnings: reader is risking her health and safety

notes: this is a bit ridiculous, but it's christmas time, so whatever huh?

"what about a cd?" gwen pointed at the stand to your right. the shop was filled with multiple things you could gift someone, just not peter. you wanted your gift to be meaningful and you just couldn't get it right.

"no" you shook your head "he probably owns every cd in the world already"

"what about a sweater?" gwen asked. you knew she wouldn't just give up like that. she had made it her mission to get the perfect gift for you. she thought if she would just name various things she knew peter liked, it would make eventually click.

you shook your head once again and gwen sighed. "you know he isn't the president, right?" she raised her brows at you "he will certainly like anything you get for him"

"i know" you said "but i don't just want him to like it, i want to make him speechless at how perfect it is"

"i don't think such a gift exists" gwen noted "why don't you just draw something or make your own mixtape?" she suggested

"peter is far better at drawing than i am" you shrugged "and i cannot deal with computers, you know that"

"okay" gwen nodded "then think about something that connects the both of you. perhaps something only you guys even know about?"

"ugh" you threw your head back, trying to think of anything "there is nothing, my mind is literally just blank"

"okay" gwen took you by your arm and walked you out of the shop "we're not getting anywhere with this"

"where are we going?"

"central park" she answered simply "where you guys met, maybe that'll help you"

"sure" you shrugged your shoulder "might be worth a try"

the way was shorter than you had anticipated and a few minutes later you were standing at the exact spot you and peter had run into each other.

"and..?" gwen wondered

"give me a minute" you turned around yourself, looking at everything like you had done that day.

there were memories quickly flashing through your mind, a boy with a skateboard, a book flying in the air, a wheel falling off a board.

"the wheels" you exclaimed suddenly

"huh" gwen looked up from her fingernails with raised brows "the what?"

"the wheels" you repeated even more excited "when peter and i ran into each other, meaning literally ran into each other, one of the wheels of his skateboard losened and fell off. we didn't find it, so i bought him a new one"

"so what's the plan?" gwen asked crossing her arms, looking at you suspiciously after she saw your face light up. "no" she shook her head

"come on!" you pleaded "that would be the most romantic gift ever!"

"you really think that wheel would still be here a year later?"

"maybe" you shrugged in a sing song. "where's the romantic in you, gwen?"

"i am romantic" gwen exclaimed offended "just not hopeless, like you are"

"you go look there, i'll search here" you directed and gwen gave in with an eye roll.

it took you about three hours to give up. there wasn't anything close to a wheel laying around in that park.

"what did i tell you?" gwen asked when you guys had sat down on a bench "it's gone"

"well" you pushed your hair out of your face "there is still one place we haven't checked" your eyes darted to the little pond next to you

"no, y/n" gwen said "it's december!"

you took off your scarf and mittens, putting them down on the bench "it's romance!" you argued.

gwen watched in horror as you got out of your jacket. "no, this is madness! you're going to freeze to death"

"i don't care" you got rid of your sweater too. the last piece of clothing you were willing to remove in public. "your apartment isn't too far from here, i'll be fine"

"y/n" gwen shook her head once again "please don't make me tell peter that you died"

"i won't" you assured, before you slowly walked into the water. "ooh!" you bellowed "yeah, this is cold"

"i told you!"

"too late now, anyway" you muttered and with one last look in gwen's direction, you quickly immersed into the water, diving through it and searching for a hint of the lost wheel. you had almost shrieked from happiness, when you really did make it out, right beneath you.

you jumped up from the surface, the treasure right in your hand "i got it!" you called and gwen looked up in surprise as you climbed out of the water.

the adrenaline rush was gone as quickly as it had come and you were shivering. "it's so cold" you stuttered.

gwen quickly pulled the jacket over your shaking form, while she was holding her phone to her ear. "she is shaking, so much. i don't know what to do" she spoked into it.

"who are you talking to?" you asked, while you felt like icicles were growing on your whole body

gwen didn't answer you. she just watched you worriedly, while she gently made you sit on the bench. then she took off her jacket and put it over yours.

"what are you doing?" you once again went unanswered.

"when are you going to be here?" gwen asked into the phone.

"now" a voice behind you said, which prompted both you and gwen to turn around.

"peter" you exclaimed in surprise.

"y/n" peter was by your side in a second "what were you thinking?" he seemed to be more asumed than angry, which was a relief to you.

"i wanted to surprise you"

"well, you did just that" he pointed to his backpack "i brought fresh clothes and the suit, come on" he took your hand. "are you getting home?" he asked gwen, who nodded and waved you both goodbye.

peter walked you to a toilet nearby so you could change, when you came out, spiderman was already waiting for you. he swung you both through new york, until you arrived at his place.

after you had showered and changed into your pyjamas, peter was ready for you to explain what had been going on earlier.

"i'm sorry you had to come and get me" you apologized "i was stupid"

"it's no problem" peter assured "by why the hell did you decide to go swimming at the end of december?"

"because of you" you smiled. you could almost see the question marks popping up beside peter's head, so you opened your bag, taking out the wheel and holding it in his direction.

"a skateboard wheel?"

"the skateboard wheel you lost when we ran into each other"

"it was still there?"

"yup" you smiled "just at the bottom of the pond"

"you're an idiot" peter shook his head "you risked your own health to get me this?"

"of course" you shrugged "you would've done the same for me"

peter smiled and got up from the bed. the next second he was holding a book in your direction.

"the book-"

"- i ruined when we met, yeah" peter nodded "it's even signed, i got it off ebay"

you laughed "this is so much better than my stupid idea"

"well" peter said shrugging "i might not have nearly died while getting this, but i'd say your gift is pretty amazing too. thank you, even if you are an idiot"

you laughed "luckily you came and saved me"

"i'd always save you"

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—tolerate it

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: maybe you and peter had done a good job at ignoring your problems, or maybe there was nothing worth saving anymore

warnings: toxic!peter, basically a very toxic relationship, underage drinking, a bit too much drinking.. let me know if i missed something

note: the ending is a bit in the air, you can make out of it what you want

"hey! how are you?" gwen hugged you smiling and sat down on the sofa beside you.

"i'm good" you smiled "where's harry?" you asked, finding it weird that he was nowhere in sight.

"oh he's off playing beer-pong with his friends" gwen explained "i saw you across the room and thought i'd join you" she paused, unsure if she should say what she was thinking, but eventually did "you looked lonely"

you nodded your head and gwen swore she saw you blink away a tear. "thanks for sitting by me" you smiled and then looked around the room quickly "i don't know where he is, he told me to wait here. it's been an hour since i've last seen him"

"oh sweetheart" you had almost bursted into tears at her caring tone "he just left you here?"

you shrugged, it's not like that was something new to you. peter would often bring you with him to these frat parties, just to disappear into thin air the moment you entered a place.

"i don't mind" you lied and gwen looked at you unbelievingly. "it's great that you are here, finally someone i know" you meant to change the topic, but gwen furrowed her brows at that.

"he left you alone and you don't even know anyone?" she asked unbelievingly "does he know how dangerous these parties can get?"

the question was rhetoric. of course peter knew that.

"i don't drink" you said, as if that would make it any better.

"doesn't matter" gwen shook her head "everyone else does" she took a calming breath "why would you even be here when you just sit on your own?"

"because peter likes to take me with him"

"and he isn't anywhere to be found" gwen looked around the room "typical"

"he doesn't always do that"

"he did it back in highschool too" gwen reminded you "i thought he had stopped with that, i thought he had changed, was the only explanation for me how you guys were still together"

"i really don't mind"

"well you should" she looked at you worriedly "why don't you just break up with that dick, y/n?"

"i love him" you said as if that would excuse everything. "i have loved him for the past five years"

"and he treats you like that?"

you shrugged. "i can't help it" you almost said bitterly "sometimes i hate him, especially when he does things like that, but i still love him"

"do you think that is healthy?" gwen asked genuinely.

you shook your head and tears brimmed at your eyes. "no" you looked into her eyes and she could've almost started crying too. "love shouldn't be like this, right? loving someone should be easy" you turned your head to look at harry and gwen followed the direction your eyes where going "it looks easy for you two"

gwen had to be honest "it's not always easy" she admitted.

"i know" you said "but i don't think it should make me feel how i feel"

"how do you feel?"

"hurt" you simply said "i feel hurt any time i look at him"

gwen was ready to repeat her earlier advice, simply convincing you to finally break up with peter parker, but to her surprise you weren't finished.

you breathed a shaky breath. "and i feel guilty" you almost whispered "there was a time where it was easy to love him, as easy as breathing and doing it made me happy. it felt like back then we were loving each other the right way and now-" you paused and sighed "i don't think we have been loving each other the right way for a long time. but somehow we still belong together, even if that doesn't make sense in the slightest"

"i don't know if it does" gwen said honestly "but that doesn't make it wrong" she thought about what to tell you, and her mind slipped by the question if a frat party was the right place for a conversation like that, but she continued to speak anyway. "did you ever tell peter that?"

"what?" you looked up to her in surprise.

"maybe it would help both of you to talk about it" gwen suggested "he might be feeling the same way" she shrugged. "but just so you know, his behaviour is still absolutely unacceptable and if he doesn't change it up i'll have harry take care of him"

"thank you" you smiled, hugging her.

when you sat back down, there was a loud voice calling your name and soon enough peter entered your field of vision. he was being held up by harry.

"he's wasted" harry explained, which wouldn't have been necessary. you had known it immediately when you had first heard him call for you.

"y/n" peter slurred, trying to free himself out of harry's hold "let's make out"

you sighed and ignored him, instead turning your head at harry and gwen. "could you maybe help me to get him home?" you asked "i would do it alone, but it's late and i don't—“

"of course" gwen interrupted your rambling. harry nodded as well.

"thank you" you said, relieved.

gwen and harry helped you navigate through the crowded party, guiding peter, who was clearly in no state to walk on his own. as you exited the chaos of the frat house, the cool night air hit you, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"he's really out of it," harry remarked, glancing at peter struggling to keep his balance.

"yeah" you nodded, a tinge of embarrassment in your voice. "i appreciate your help. i didn't want to deal with this alone."

gwen gave you a sympathetic look "you shouldn't have to deal with this at all," she said, genuine concern etched on her face.

as you reached peter’s place, you collectively managed to get him inside and settled on the couch. harry, ever the protective friend, shot peter a disapproving look.

"i’ll take care of him," you assured them, grateful for their assistance.

harry hesitated, "are you sure you're okay?"

you nodded, "yeah, i’ll manage. thanks again for helping."

after gwen and harry left, you found yourself alone with peter, who was now slumped on the couch, still lost in the haze of alcohol. you sighed, both annoyed and exhausted by the evening's events.

you unfolded one of the blankets, burying peter under it. then you made sure he was laying on the side and set a few alarms to check on him throughout the night. you left the room, slipping into the bed in the other room.

the night was not as busy as you had predicted it to be. peter did not wake up and was fine and breathing as normal any time you checked on him, probably thanks to his faster metabolism, getting rid of the alcohol as fast as it had registered in his body.

it was only nine a.m. when you silently walked out of the bedroom on your way to the toilet. peter was still asleep, peacefully laying on the couch. your eyes softened when they fell on him. he looked so tired, but still much more like him than yesterday.

he was just sitting up when you came back from the bathroom. "hey" he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"hi"

you contemplated gwen's words from yesterday, the sincerity in her eyes when she spoke about love not always being easy. the heaviness in your chest returned as you looked at peter, wondering if it was time to address the issues that had been piling up between you.

"peter," you said, your voice firm but weary. "i think we need to talk."

he blinked at you, not quite awake yet. "talk? right now?"

"yes, peter, right now" you took a deep breath. "I can't keep feeling like this. like i'm alone in our relationship like i'm waiting for you all the time."

his brow furrowed in confusion, but you pressed on, "i love you, but things can't continue like this. we need to figure out if we're still right for each other."

peter's eyes widened. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying we need to either fix this or admit that maybe it's time to move on," you replied, your voice steady despite the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

the room fell silent as peter processed your words. eventually, he let out a heavy sigh, "i didn't realize it was this bad."

tears welled up in your eyes, "it's been bad for a while now, peter. we can't keep pretending like everything is fine."

he nodded slowly, a mixture of regret and realization crossing his features. "i want to make us work, but i don't want you to feel like that" he paused, just for a second, a few tears slipping over his cheeks "i didn't know.."

"i should've told you"

"i should've noticed" he looked up at you, regret evident on his features.

"yeah" you admitted "maybe you should've" you softly put a hand on his shoulder, he grabbed it, comfortingly squeezing it.

"i've been acting like a dick, maybe because i knew deep down that something was wrong. i thought shutting you out would shut the problem out too" he admitted and you nodded, somewhat understanding what he was talking about.

"i've been holding on to something too" you said softly "but ignorance won't help us anymore"

"i'm sorry" he said, adverting his eyes.

"i know, peter" you nodded "me too"

Say what you will about the Spider-Man movies

But if you want a movie with dramatic ass music

The Amazing Spider-Man has got your back

For real though

Some creepy ass lizard is stalking its way through a dark Oscorp with Gwen Stacy hiding and you got some piano keys that make your arm hair want to stand on edge playing at random intervals

Also the sass and sarcasm but that’s for a whole other post

Recording was cancelled tonight, so we're gonna watch more movies with my parents.

Tonight's Movie: The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield)

My phone is gonna be charging during the movie, so probably won't get any of my thoughts. (Unless I grab my 6ft cord👀)

Anyway, I think my family has either gaslit me or I'm going crazy. I'm the only one, out of the five of us, who remembers the tradition of us watching The Amazing Spider-Man (or any of the Spider-Man movies, really) every year on New Year's Eve until I was 15.

I know what I know, but no one else does, apparently.

I got the longer cord. Maybe I'll remember to add my thoughts:

We keep having hiccups. We'll get to the movie eventually... In the meantime, and because no one asked or probably cares, I'm gonna make a master post thing for my movie thoughts.

Aunt May!

Uncle Ben!

It'd be a shame if anything happened to either of them.👀

I'm arachnophobic....

Peter is such a dork. I love him.

I am extremely arachnophobic..........

Poor Peter. He doesn't know what's going on. He's got superpowers, though.

You'd think I'd be a lot more prepared to watch a movie called Spider-Man, knowing full well that this one has actual spiders in it. But, nope! I shudder every time a spider comes on screen.

I hate Flash (Spider-Man Flash, not DC Flash.)

I love Uncle Ben. Like, very much so.

Peter and Gwen are very cute. Like, teeth-rottingly fluffy. I love them.

It'd be a shame if something happened to either of them.

He said the thing!!

Uncle Ben!!!😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna cry

"He's not a vigilante-" liar.

Good to know that Peter doesn't like spandex at first. He seemed so put off by the fact that every best option was spandex.

I love him. He's such a dork. He's so funny.

Curtis's got a new hand!

It's slimy af, tho.

It's also a bit scaley

He's struggling for words and it's adorable. He's so in love. She's so in love back.

Poor Gwen.

Poor Canoe.

He said the thing!!!

I love the subtitles in the soundtrack that I've never noticed before. Like, there's a series of notes that indicates whenever his Spidey Sense goes off. I never noticed it before now.

Godzilla joke. Subtle.

Godzilla joke mark 2. Also subtle.

Why does no one ever listen to kids? And then turn around, do as the kid suggested, and claim it as their own idea? It's bull.

His phone is so old...

I keep wanting to call The Lizard 'Killer Croc', but this is Marvel, not DC.

I also keep wanting to call him Doc. Oc, which is the right franchise, but the wrong villain.

Cop dad uncomfortable with period symptoms? Tsk, tsk.

Peter! You're hurt! Not the time to kiss your girl!

Hearing voices, doc? Hmm. Smells like a BBEG.

Gwen, sweetie, when people tell you to run away. Run away.

Stan Lee Cameo!!!

I miss him.

Maybe don't get close to the Big, Bad Lizard Man...

Gwen, honey, what did I say about running?

I love that the construction workers are helping him. Like, basically every villain says "No good deed goes unpunished." but Spidey saved one kid and now has all the blue collar workers helping him out. I love it and it doesn't get enough rep.

Cop Dad Stacy!😸

Cop Dad Stacy!🙀

Cop Dad Stacy!😿

Aunt May's a girlboss. I love her

Here's my thoughts during the Amazing Spider-Man 2

Tis a sad movie, I know that.

I'm fully prepared to be sad.

I wanted to watch this yesterday, but we didn't get around to it.

They should'a finished the trilogy.

A shame they didn't.

"Are those sirens?"

"...no."

Iconic.

Whistling his own theme song like he's walking in the park.

Stan Lee Cameo!!

Love Aunt May

Poor Peter, hallucinating Cop Dad Stacy

That is a lot of momentum changing on a dime, both forward and downward.

Max is a little.......

He gave Peter his title as Amazing, though.

Poor Max. It's his birthday and he's stuck at work.

Max deserves better.

Singing happy birthday to himself.

Oh, shit! Max!!

I forgot he's Electro...

Board member, beating around the bush.

Harry, saying like it is.

Harry and Peter are friends?!

The further I get into this movie, the more I realize I don't remember anything about it.

Their friendship makes me smile.

He's so in love with her.

She friend zoned him.

It's deserved, honestly.

Poor Max. So very confused.

And now he's hearing voices. At least his voices have a really cool song/chant. A step up from The Lizard's.

Why do all of Spidey's villains hear voices?

Red string works the best for conspiracy boards, but red tape works, too, I guess.

Love that the Spider-Man theme song is Peter's ringtone.

He said the thing!! (The words to the theme song)

And now Harry's asking Peter to get Spider-Man's blood. Awkward.

I keep forgetting that Peter takes pictures of himself for the Daily Bugel.

Poor Peter. Stuck behind a rock and a hard place.

Look at Harry giving relationship advice to Gwen.

Why did they think that shocking Electro would be a good idea? His whole power is electricity!

May's under a lot of stress.

The Roosevelt D-Train is pretty cool.

Harry said the magic words and now Electo is on his side. I wonder his reaction if he finds out his bestie Peter is Spider-Man?

That's a lot of flashing lights.

Like. A lot. I've had close my eyes three times..

Harry's the Green Goblin!!

Peter and Gwen are so cute together. I love them.

It'd be a damn shame if something happened to either of them.

Megaphone straight to the ear!

What if Aunt May and Ma Kent met? Can you imagine? I think they'd get on spectacularly.

I did not pay enough attention in science classes. I had to ask why Electro's weakness is water. Water conducts electricity, but it also shorts it out.

Gwen, honey. I told you that you run when people tell you to run. I don't care if you're the love interest, that only makes it worse for you. We all know the love interest has defective plot armor!

Electro is resolved and the airplanes didn't collide. Yay!

The movie's not over yet, though.

Green Goblin! Harry!

Oh, no.

He's not taking the news of Peter being Spiderman very well....

Word things better, Peter! I'm begging you!

Gwen!

Peter!

Harry..!

That clocktower is gonna be off forever now.

Gwen!!!!!!!!!!

I'll cry.

Catch her!

He doesn't catch her in time...

He can't follow her anymore.....

He has her speech!😭😭

Hey, look! It's Rhino!

Brave kid. Stupid, but brave.

Hey, look! It's Spider-Man!

You wanna know why they didn't continue the Amazing Spider-Man series? Because the second movie didn't sell as well as they wanted it to. I'm upset.

P.s I love you

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

It was around midnight and I was sitting down at my desk, trying to complete my English paper that's due in the morning. I was finishing up the 3rd paragraph when I heard the sound of light tapping noises on my window. Knowing it was most likely my boyfriend Peter, I got up and walked over to the window, opening it for him.

When I pulled back the drapes, a light gasp escaped my mouth at the sight that was in-front of me. Peter was in his spiderman suit, which was littered with rips and stains. He had a black eye, a busted lip, and his entire body was stained with what I believe, and in the back of my mind, what I hoped, was his own blood.

I quickly unlocked the window, helping him in. "What the hell happened to you?" I whisper shouted.

He lifted his right leg over, stumbling into my room. I quickly grabbed onto his arm, trying to help him stabilize. I dragged him over to my bed, kneeling down in front of his legs, to examine his current state.

He had his head down, trying to not make eye contact with me. I let out a huff of annoyance as I got up from my kneeling position, "Wait here," I said, leaving my room so I could get some supplies.

Once I came back, he was sitting down on my bed, with the top of his suit off, revealing his toned abs. I walked over towards him, crouching down, giving him my best disappointed look. "Look—" He started, but I cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it."

Was that a little harsh? Yes, yes, it was.

But in my defense, he promised me that he'd take a break from fighting today, since he was already badly injured from a fight he had lost a few days ago. It hasn't even been 4 hours and he has already broken his promise.

Once I finished cleaning the blood off his face and chest, I left the room once again to dump out the blood-soaked water and to wash my hands. "Y/n, please don't be mad at me," Peter said, giving me his puppy dog eyes.

I ignored him, walking over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized t-shirt, which originally belong to Peter. I tossed it at him, sitting down at my desk so I could finish my essay.

A couple minutes go by and I hear him shuffling around. I assume, so he could change out of his suit. "Y/n—" He whined, hugging me from behind, and sticking his head into my neck.

"What?" I replied, harshly.

He spun my chair around so I was facing him. "I'm sorry," he said, taking my face into his hands and pressing a light kiss to my lips.

"Please forgive me?"

"Fine, but you better not show up at my window tomorrow all bloody," I said, pointing my index finger at him and giving him a jokingly stern look.

"yes ma'am," he laughed, pressing another kiss to my lips.

"Can we cuddle now?" He opened his arms wide, giving me a goofy smile.

I laughed at his expression. "I got to finish this." I said, showing him my computer.

"I'll do it for you if we can cuddle right now." He offered, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine," I gave in, knowing that if he did my assignment, I would most likely get a higher grade on the paper than I would if I did it.

I stood up from my chair to be immediately thrown over his shoulder. He walked over towards my bed, throwing me harshly on it before he got in as well, laying down on top of me and burying his head into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling me a little. "Good night Petey," I said.

He took his head out of my neck, giving me a disgusted look, making me laugh once again at his face expression. "Night," He mumbled, falling asleep on me.

*** The next morning, I woke up to be greeted by an empty bed. I groaned, sitting up as I looked at the clock. A small gasp escaped my lips when I realized that I was about to be late for school. I got up, sloppily putting on my outfit, before walking over towards my desk, praying that Peter hadn't forgotten to do the assignment. I scrolled down, feeling my heart flutter at what he had written. Not only did he finish my paper, but he also wrote a brief note at the bottom.

'Sorry, I had to leave. I didn't want to deal with Aunt May. Meet me under the bleacher at lunch. PS. I love you.'

I love spiderman, such a nice buddy 😎 so in 1st year of high school I created Riley Richard and they are saving some neighborhoods of New York together

She was a friend of Gwen Stacy, Peter was Gwen's boyfriend they met at her funeral and started befriending. She soon find out he's spiderman and since she can't control her power that is, roughly speaking, glitching, she asks him for help so she can help him.

I didn’t say I was mentally stable…I said I want this broken, dangerous, sad, vengeful, fictional himbo as MY broken, dangerous, sad, vengeful, fictional himbo….

“chocolate houses” was the absolute cutest line i have ever heard in my life.