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Peter 3: wha- you thought I looked like Justin Timberlake? Dude, that man is bullshit. Once he interviewed me while I was spiderman and he made me so uncomfortable

Peter 2: He what? Why would an actor interview you?

Peter 3: actor? No, he's a reporter

Peter 1: *furiously searching on Google* oh, for the love of god. THIS ONE. NOT TIMBERLAKE. GARFIELD.

Peter 2: The cat?!

The only thing I'm mad about Spiderman no way home is the fact that there wasn't even ONE(1) scene where one of them goes like " wait you're the actor from *insert random movie*. I loved it".

It would have been funny to just see them so utterly confused

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) dir. Jon Watts

It was made by Graphics.D Design

Rest in Peace Stan Lee ❤️❤️

the saga

⚠️NWH SPOILERS⚠️

Bruh if it’s how I think it is..

Everyone in the universe forgot who Peter Parker is..

That means that the other Peter’s family and friends forgot too..

Cause strange made everyone in the universe forget so the people from the other universes also forgot

A/N-For those who don't remember which one is which, Tobey is Peter 2, Andrew is Peter 3, and Tom is Peter 1.

Peter 2: Y/N, you'll be working with Peter 3 and Peter 1.

Y/N: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Y/N: ...Of people on a team.

A/N- For those of you that don’t remember…

Peter 1= Tom’s Peter

Peter 2= Tobey’s Peter

Peter 3= Andrew’s Peter

Y/N: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Peter 3: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?

Peter 1: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.

Peter 2: Guys.

Appreciation Post

"There's nothing brighter than Leo playing Jay Gatsby in that white suit "

THE GREAT GATSBY (2013)

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…

the superior Spider-people

[NO SPOILERS FOR NWH!!! AND TAKE NOTE THAT THIS WAS MADE IN AUGUST, THEN I ONLY HAD THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH IT NOW THAT THE FILM IS OUT.]

Look, I haven’t seen the movie yet so I can’t be 100% sure but I’m 99.9% sure Harry isn’t in it, which is completely fine. I really didn’t think he would be in it. But just imagine Ned, Mj’s and Peter’s interaction if they had this rich boy with them.

Also, people are saying that Willem Dafoe is improving on his original -already amazing- performance, and that makes me so excited! They made such a good choice bringing him back.

Question time though. People always ask, who’s your Spider-Man? Well, instead, I wanna know who your favourite Harry Osborn was, and which parts of his whole character you prefer, and maybe what parts would fit into the MCU better.

right where you left me.

peter parker x reader

type: angst with a fluff ending

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: break-up, sadness, depression

summary: when peter leaves y/n alone at their diner, y/n feels stuck in place.

inspo: “right where you left me” by taylor swift

a/n: specifically written for andrew garfield’s peter but can be tobey or tom’s

i jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. i turned around and picked up my phone, clicking 'accept' and holding it to my ear.

"hello?" i say.

"hey."

peter.

peter's voice sounded a little wobbly, like he was anxious or something.

"hey, babe," i say, smiling to myself. "what's up?"

"umm... you know our diner?" he asks.

"of course i know our diner, peter," i say. there was this diner - mel's - that peter and i always went to when we would study together. we went there on our first date and had our first kiss over one of their ice cream sundaes.

"do you think we could meet there soon? like half an hour maybe?" he asks.

"of course! i'll see you there in 30! love you," i say.

"bye," peter says, before hanging up.

----

i walked into the diner, smiling at the hostess as the door closed behind me. i walked to a booth in the corner of a diner and waited for peter.

after a few minutes, i hear the bell on top of the door ring. i look up and see peter, looking around the diner. i wave him over to my booth. he walks over.

"hey, peter," i say, pulling him into a hug. he quickly pulls away, sitting in the seat across from mine.

"hey, y/n," he says.

i sit down, smiling at him. i pick up a menu, reading over the options. "you know, i saw on one of the signs near the door that the special-"

"i don't think i can be with you anymore," peter says suddenly.

i drop my menu onto the table. "what?"

"i just... it's nothing you did. it's me. i can't..." peter stumbles over his words.

i feel my eyes go glossy. "did you..." i start. i hear my own voice trip over itself. "is there someone else?"

"no!" peter says. "n-no! well... kind of. but not in the way you think!" he says.

i can feel my mascara start to run.

"don't cry. please, y/n," peter pleads.

"what? you're just going to break up with me and then expect me not to cry? you found someone new and then told me that at my favorite diner. where we met! and you expect me not to cry?" i whisper to him.

peter sighs. "you make me sound horrible," he says.

"you're not horrible, peter," i say, placing my hand over his. "you're absolutely wonderful in every well ay. i just... i don't want this to end."

he composed himself. "i'm sorry. i hope i'll see you around," peter says. and with that he's up and gone.

i finally let his words sink in. he left me. he found someone new. he doesn't want me.

i sat there, in the little dingy corner of our diner, and cried.

i cried over all the hours we spend together. i cried over all the now-bittersweet memories we had in the diner. i cried over the big question: what had i done wrong? i cried over the future i had planned for us slipping through my fingers.

i sat there for a few minutes before a woman came up to me.

she had a waitress' uniform on. she looked familiar. probably the hostess from the front door.

she asked me if i was okay. i nodded and wiped away the mascara that had begun to stain my cheeks.

she asked me if i wanted anything. i shrugged. she told me she knew just what i needed and walked off.

i cried some more and then the waitress came back. she placed a sundae in front of me. she called it the heartbreak special.

i chuckled softly as she walked away.

i ate it and stared at the wall. my mind was reeling. i didn't know what to think, what to say. i didn't even have any tears left.

soon, i felt a tap on my shoulder. the waitress was standing beside me. she asked me when i was planning on going home.

i shrugged.

she asked me if it was soon, because the cook wanted to go home.

i told her i had only been there for a minutes. she told me i had been there for a few hours.

my breath stuttered in my lungs and i rose, placing a $10 bill in her hands. she told me i could come back any time. she told she'd whip something right up for me whenever i wanted.

i thanked her and left, my heart feeling like it had been ripped in two.

----

i sat in the corner of the diner again, like  had everyday for the past three weeks.

the little booth was a form of both comfort and pain. it was like a drug -- i just kept coming back to that stupid seat like it was a drug.

the waitress, who i had learned was named betty, continued to bring me little snacks. it wasn't sundaes everyday (sometimes she would bring something a smidge healthier).

everyday i waited. i waited for peter to come back. i waited for him to barge in with his new girlfriend. i waited for him to call me. i waited for him to burst through the door and get on his hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness.

but he never did.

i just stayed there. the wait staff, my parents, my friends all expected me to find some perspective, but i just sat and stared.

----

i finished my math homework, tucking the notebook into my backpack.

"hey hun," betty said, smiling down at me. "my shift is almost over. wanna go somewhere with me?"

i shake my head. "writing assignment," i say, pulling out the notebook.

"what's the assignment?" she asks.

"writing a poem. at least two stanzas," i say.

she nods. "got any ideas?" she asks.

i shrug. "i was thinking about writing one about this diner. i don't know," i say.

betty smiles at me, one of her warm smiles that makes me forget why i'm in this little corner again. "that's a good idea, y/n. you should go for it."

"thanks, betty," i say.

i spin my pencil around in my fingers. i start scribbling down words, trying to figure out what i want to say.

----

an hour later, i finally have a poem.

help, i'm still at the restaurant still sitting in the corner i haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say, "what a sad sight"

i stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair i'm sure that you got someone out there love and dancing, but i'm unaware 'cause i'm right where

i cause no harm, mind my business if our love died young, i can't bear witness and it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong

i'm right where you left me

i close my notebook and slip it in my backpack. i leave a tip on the table and walk out the diner.

i'm right where you left me, peter. come back to me.

----

it had been over a year since peter left me in the diner. i still sat in my corner everyday.

he never came back.

i'd stop perking up when the bell on the door rang.

i stopped asking betty if she'd seen a tall, lanky brunette with a skateboard come in.

but i never stopped sitting at the booth.

one day, i was reading a book, my legs folded underneath. it was like every other day.

the familiar bell above the door rang, and i continued to read.

soon, i heard the familiar shuffling of betty's shoes.

"uhh... hun?" she says.

without looking up, i say, "yes?"

"someone just walked in."

i looked up.

it was impossible. it was peter.

he looked 10 years older, his face aged with grief. despite the sadness permanently settled into his features, i could still feel the boy-ish presence of peter.

i called his name out.

"peter?"

he turned towards me, his face contorting into some strange emotion that was a mix between confusion, relief, and fear.

"y/n?"

i couldn't help myself.

i ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. he hugged me back.

"what are you doing here?" i ask him, my arms still around him.

"what are you doing here?" he asks.

i pull away, smiling at him. "you first."

he shrugs. "i don't know. this place is comforting. i needed comfort," he says.

i smile softly at him.

"what happened? if you don't mind me asking," i say, sitting back down in my spot.

he sits across from, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "just a... jumble of things."

i nod.

"so, why are you here?" he asks.

"i never left," i say. "ever since we... you know... i just kept coming back. i don't know why."

"oh god. i really messed up, didn't i?" he mumbled to himself.

i chuckle to myself. "it's fine, really."

"no, it's not," he says. "i pulled away from you because i was scared but i messed up."

"what do you mean?" i ask.

in an instant, some string shoots out his wrist towards the salt shaker. it attaches to the shaker and springs into his hand.

"what the hell..."

it finally clicks.

"you're spiderman?!" i whisper-yell at him, my eyes wide.

he nods, placing the salt shaker down. "i didn't want you to get hurt," peter says. "i was stupid. i'm sorry."

"it's okay, peter. i get it, but... i wish you had just told me."

he puts on a bittersweet smile. "i wish i did, too."

i smile. "then let's start over," i say. "let's put all that bad shit behind us and start again."

he chuckles. "it's not that easy," he says.

"yes it is," i say. i hold out my hand for her to take. "hi. my name is y/n."

peter just chuckles and shakes my hand. "my name is peter parker."

"well, it's nice to know you, peter parker." i let go of peter's hand and turn to the bar where many of the waitresses are gathered and whispering to each other. (no doubt about how someone was finally sitting with me.)

"betty!" i call over to the waitress. she smiles over at me.

"yeah, hun?" she calls.

"can you bring us something?" i ask.

"one heartbreak- uh... i'll bring something right over!" she yells.

i feel my cheeks flush.

"heartbreak?" peter asks.

i shake my head, giggling to myself a bit. "it's a joke she likes to make."

peter laughs along with me.

after a few minutes, betty drops off a sundae in front of the two of us. "bon appetit, lovebirds," she says.

peter and i both flush red as we take our spoons and dig in.

peter flashes me one of his goofy smiles, and i can't help but share in it.

i was right where you left me.

Spidey bros au

Nwh except its a universe where the peters are all brothers raised by aunt may. Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire are now Andrew and Tobey Parker bc I'm lazy. Tom is peter cause he's current spider-man.

also aunt may never died. thank it's my mental break down and i choose the soundtrack.

Andrew: How would you die in the chocolate factory?

Tobey: bullet to the head.

Peter: By an oompa loompa or by Willy Wonka?

Tobey: Grandpa joe.

Peter: This is worse than when the doctor stole my dick at birth.

Tobey: Pete for the last time stop sleeping on the ceiling.

Peter: I reFUSE.

May: Sometimes I think Andrew’s smart.

May: Other times he chugs a bottle of coke right after swallowing a pack of mentos and I have to watch him throw up on my couch.

Andrew, still nauseous: it was for science

May: and what did you learn?

Andrew: not to do it