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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

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i wish I could take your pain away too (1.1k) — after pietro's death, you try to comfort your sister (a,p)

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fix me up (1.6k) — there's nothing peter can do to save your life (a)

underneath the tree (1.2k) — you and peter both struggle to find the perfect gift and end up proving why you belong together (f,w)

tolerate it (1.5k) — maybe you and peter had done a good job at ignoring your problems, or maybe there was nothing worth saving anymore (a)

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a holly jolly christmas (0.4k) — just a few domestic headcanons about living with the avengers (f)

lacy (2.7k) —peter parker was everything you wanted to be, but you just couldn't hate him for it (f,a,s)

hey stephen (2k) —you and peter have to fix a little mistake one of the avengers made. luckily you're a great team (f,c)

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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"

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pairings. tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

about. in which you find your lab partner in a strange place you’d never expect to find him in.

warnings. corny‼️

ricky rocks. short story 4 my best man because i didn’t want to think too hard into this

“you look like someone who could use some company.”

oh god, you sounded like a weirdo. or a hooker.

but despite that, he still looked and smiled at you, “look at you.” he almost grinned harder once he got a good look at you, taking notice that you weren’t exactly wearing the sweatshirt and sweatpants he always saw you in—but rather a very revealing top and a mini skirt. “didn’t take my lab partner for someone who liked to party.”

“i might say the same thing about you, parker,” you smiled back, taking a seat next to him on the ratty old frat couch he sat on. “when i thought of you getting your rocks off, i thought you’d be in an actual room with rocks.”

“wow, i’m offended,” he squinted at you putting a hand against his chest as if to cover his wounded heart, but he stilled smiled. “i would have hoped you thought higher of me, y/l/n.”

“i don’t intend on offending you, peter,” you smiled with amusement, “i just would have thought you were better than this.” you motioned and referenced to the frat house that you both currently sat in with all the buff dudes bumping their heads as they watched another identical guy chug a beer.

it made him scoff and his head slightly tipped, “but it’s normal for you to stoop this low?”

you shrugged, “we all have our moments of weakness… me more than anyone.”

“oh, so you’re saying this is a weekly occurrence for you?” he quirked an eyebrow, really wanting to know the answer.

and you almost didn’t want to answer, cringing as your head slightly fell sideways in shame, “maybe.”

“oh, on,” he shook his head, “cheap beer? men who don’t know basic hygiene and are probably failing their math 1 class? that’s your type, isn’t it? that’s why you come here, to get some play from boys with pedophile staches and low iqs?”

you laughed maybe a little too loudly, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth as you stared at peter who’s brow arched higher, but still he smiled, loving every moment of your presences.

“i don’t stoop that low.”

“oh, good. we still have time to save you,” he sat up now, clasping your elbow and scooting closer to you, “i almost thought i’d have no chance with you.”

“really?” your cheeks burned and you almost felt shameful for leaning closer to him as his voice was now a whisper and comforting and warm and ready to swallow you whole.

“yeah,” he nodded his head, “compared to those big burley guys who live off pre-workout, i’m nothing.”

you giggled again, feeling woozy and even more drunk with his amusement that was just feeding you to the brim with bliss. it felt out of body, it didn’t feel real, but it was and you felt like a fool falling so fast for someone you barely knew.

“they got nothing on you, peter parker.”

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you were completely lost with time, but all you knew was he was a really good kisser and that’s all that mattered right then and there as the two of you stumbled into your dorm room where you were soon consumed in pitch black. neither of you could find care for it as you still clung to him feverishly, kissing him with all you could as if on a timer.

you couldn’t help but laugh once his mouth pulled from yours and started pressing kissed against your neck while the two of you still absent mindedly attempted to find your bed. you tried your best to guide but failed—causing the both of you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground.

you giggled through the pain as you were now squished beneath peter’s body. he groaned, laughing a little himself but he still winced, pushing himself off and to the side of you, “well, we tried.”

“we did.” you smiled, not finding the attempt a complete failure due to now being a lot more familiar with your lab partner.

“i’d say i was hoping things would go a lot more smoother but…” he traveled off, now looking to the side of your face, “i’m not completely disappointed.”

“nor am i,” you looked back,

“next week then?”

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Not what I usually post but Peter and Gwen!!!

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blood-splattered angels [tasm!Peter x assassin!fem!reader]

My own take on my TASM prompt challenge (open to anyone who feels like writing; it’s not a competition or exclusive).

Summary: THIS PROMPT - Spider-Man is kidnapped and held hostage by a mob. And then they make their biggest mistake - sending you the address. 

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: John Wick-level violence, death, blood, gunfire, whump, torture, male nudity/degradation, panic attacks, noncon voyeuristic photography, mobster-style shootout, description of flu symptoms, vomit, strong language, badass!reader, OP’s awful attempt at writing broken English in a Russian accent. 

This was bad. Really bad.

Peter was starting to come out of it, his dazed eyes flickering open—senses bombarded with harsh fluorescent light.

His face was wet with blood, sweat, and yes—he wasn’t ashamed to admit it—tears. The bile on his tongue was so putrid, he thought he’d throw up. Again. Maybe his actual stomach this time.

His body ached and shuddered uncontrollably. It felt like the worst flu of his life, and whatever he thought Ebola probably felt like. Every inch of his skin hurt. What little strength he had left in his muscles was depleting with every involuntary tremble.

He was having a very bad day.

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Peter gives off bed breaking sex vibes. Like he’s just going at it on his poor overstimulated girlfriend when the bed snaps and she’s upset but lowkey relieved??? bc now maybe she’ll get a break but he’s just like a broken bed is the least of her problems right now

think about it, you two were having a problem. you didn't really know why tho. he was pissed but refused to tell you why. now you knew it was because of something you had done because as soon as he came home from patrol, he had you pinned to the wall, glaring at you before throwing you on the bed.

you don't understand what's going on but you know he's beyond pissed when he basically rips your clothes off and his spidey suit before warning you.

"if you don't want me to fuck you, tell me now. i'll go to the bathroom and call down in there but be quick before i lose my patience."

you keep quiet and nod slowly, allowing him to touch you. except he doesn't fucking touch you. as soon as you nod, he's parting your thighs open and stuffing himself balls deep inside you channel. you're more than stunned, back arched and oxygen quickly leaving your body.

he's holding your neck with one hand and the headboard with the other and he just started going at it. he's rough and fast, you thighs are already trembling and sensitive from the violence of his skin slapping your. you're moaning loud, practically screaming in both pleasure and surprise. you liked it when he's handled you and nothing turned you on more than having him mad at you but you wish you could have an explanation as to why he was so angry at you.

he's not even letting you moan properly, forcing your mouth open and stuffing his fingers inside to muffle your sounds.

"shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear a single sound coming from you, slut."

in that moment you feel so weak, soaking wet around his cock because he degrades you. he knows you like that shit but it isn't the point. he's fucking you like you ran him over for a while, letting you cum as hard as you want but still preventing you from being loud which makes you even more wet.

each time he came, he'd pull out and cum on your stomach or force your mouth open to swallow his load. he was rough and angry and dominant and you should've probably been asking questions but he was fucking you beyond stupid and you were too fucked out to question him.

his grip on the headboard is still as strong as it was before and he's going even harder on your poor body. you're raw and overstimulated, your pussy too tender to be able to take more of his vicious backshots and his ways of toying with you.

"b-baby... peter ! please ! peter, please i can't ! can't take anymore ! ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! please peter, can't cum anymore, pussy's too weak ! please !"

he's glaring down on you like you were some pathetic creature and keeps plowing into you, holding the headboard with one hand a'd basically slamming it into the wall. the bed is squeaking and you can hear the sound of wood ripping but he's going so hard on you, all you can do is roll your eyes to the back of you head and bite your lips until you bleed. he starts toying with your clit, twirling his fingers on it, rubbing it and rubbing your folds.

when you cum all around him he's smug but without even smiling. still very moody and very dominant.

"well, look at that. you keep saying that you can't take more but you're creaming all over my cock. pathetic. keep lying and i'll fuck you until your legs go numb."

you were crying in the sheets, begging for a divine intervention to give you a little rest. and the universe, being clement and always on time, decided to break the bed. it snapped under you in a loud sound that surprised you both.

peter watched the surprise on your face fade and turn into a relieved smile. absolutely fucking not.

"you think a broken bed's gonna stop me ?"

and there is the shock again. when he lifts you off the mattress, still balls deep in you, you squeal and hold onto him as tight as you can. he stands against a wall, pressing your back to it and whispering in your hear.

"the last thing you should be worried about is a broken bed. i'm not done with you until i say i am. the universe could send an helicopter flying through the room, i'll be done torturing that pussy when i decide it."

and there he goes again, and for at least two more rounds until you pass out of exhaustion. when you woke up he was nice again and a little worried for you. turns out, what you did was be a little too pretty through the window when he swung by. he saw you undress and dance naked with the blinds open and you teasing him never ended well. positive point was that he had apologized and now you were being cuddled and kissed all over.

"i'm sorry buttercup... i'm sorry, i love you... i love you and your pussy... and i'll fix the bed... and i'll massage your thighs too... i'm sorry... i love you baby... so, so, so much..."

you ended the night with a soft smile on your face, caressing him and trying to calm down his terrible temper. that spider bite did a number on his mood and the way he behaved.

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

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"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!"