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#It's Andrew Garfield's time to shine
sincericida · 1 year
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Andrew Garfield poses for a portrait shoot for the Independent Magazine in London on December 13, 2007. (📷 Immo Klink/Contour)
So young and shinning 🥵❤️
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flightlessangelwings · 7 months
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Us Against the World
Tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader
Word count- 4.4k
Dialogue prompt- “ hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size! “ Action prompt- [ DISTRACT ]: sender causes a distraction to draw the receiver’s attacker/s away from them.
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY), action, protective!Peter, food mention (reader makes salsa), Peter lifts reader, attempted harm to reader, the villain uses gas and chemistry to attack and reader is described as being trapped in a cloud at one point, reader interacts with kids briefly, no use of y/n
Notes- This month’s Year of Protectiveness is in honor of Andrew Garfield's birthday! I can't believe we're in August already! @yearofcreation2023 But this one was alot of fun to write so I hope y'all enjoy it! And I wrote it so that it could be read in the same timeline as Just Kiss Like Real People Do so if you liked that one, here is more with that pair but of course it could be read on its own! I"ll link it in the taglist rb if you want a refersher!
@flightlessangelwings-updatesis my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs!
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The city lights illuminated the way as Peter swung through the tall buildings of New York. The air was crisp so high up, and it felt refreshing after a long night of being Spider-Man. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he knew it was late… well after midnight. And even though the villain he was chasing got away… again… all Peter looked forward to was coming home to you.
Peter expected you to be sound asleep in the tiny apartment, so he was surprised when the light from the widow shined like a beacon calling him back. His heart pounded in his chest and he hoped you were alright as he flipped his wrist to shoot a web towards the building and hurled himself into the window. Letting out a heavy breath, Peter ripped off the Spider-Man mask and closed the window behind him.
Just as he was about to call out your name, the sound of the blender filled the space. That combined with the intoxicating aroma of the spices and tomatoes told Peter exactly what you were doing. His stomach growled as he stepped out of the tiny bedroom and into the living space where you were occupied at the kitchen counter. 
He stood in the doorway for a moment and just watched you with a lovestruck expression on his face. Every time he saw you it was like the first time, and even dressed down in a t-shirt and shorts, you looked stunning to him. You were too consumed with putting the last touches on your salsa that you didn’t hear him come in. But, Peter enjoyed the view for the time being and his heart skipped a beat in his chest with the overwhelming emotions he felt towards you.
But, when you let out a startled yelp, Peter quickly jumped into action. 
You had turned around and were surprised when you saw him standing there. So surprised that you almost dropped the blender that held the salsa you had worked so hard on. But Peter was quick, and in a flash he jumped across the room and caught it before it hit the floor and splattered everywhere.
“Peter!” you exclaimed, “You scared the shit out of me! I didn’t hear you come in!”
“Sorry sweetheart,” he mumbled sheepishly as he set the blender on the counter, licking a drop that splashed onto his fingers after, “Wouldn’t want to waste any of your famous salsa,” he laughed softly, “But why are you up? It’s 3 in the morning.”
“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged as you eyed him up and down. Ever since you found out that Peter Parker, your best friend, the person you had been in love with for years, was Spider-Man, it never got old seeing him in the suit. His long, toned arms, muscular body and especially the messy hair took your breath away every time.
“Everything alright?” Peter asked, concern lining his tone as he peeled the top half of the suit off and stepped closer towards you. 
“Fine,” you fidgeted as you felt your skin heat up under his gaze as your eyes dropped down to the floor, “Just thought you’d be hungry when you got back…” your voice sounded distant.
Peter looked at you with a softness and adoration in his eyes as he reached out and cupped your face, gently pulling you to look at him, “You know I know when you’re lying to me, right?” his voice was soft as his thumb brushed your cheek.
You let out a shaky breath as his eyes locked with yours, “I…” you trembled in under his hand, “I was worried…” you admitted.
“Baby,” Peter rested his free hand on your waist, holding you in his special way, “I’m fine, honestly. You know nothing would ever keep me from coming back to you, right?” he exhaled deeply, “I promise,” he took a breath, “You and me, remember?”
Tears filled the corners of your eyes at the sincerity in his voice and the confident look in his face. You knew he had been Spider-Man for a long time now, he had his powers and he knew what he was doing. Yet, you’d never loved anyone as much as you loved Peter, and sometimes you couldn’t help but worry as your mind went to the worst possible scenario. 
“I know,” you breathed. You opened your mouth to say more, but the words were caught in your throat as Peter reeled forward and kissed you deeply. Somehow, you were sure he knew what you were going to say, how much you worried for him. He said it in his kiss. 
“Sweetheart,” Peter mumbled between kisses as he backed you up against the counter, “As much as I love your salsa…” his voice dropped and his eyes darkened, “There’s something else I want right now…”
“Peter!” you couldn’t help but laugh at his insinuation, but you also felt a pulse of need through your body. You clung to his shoulders as your mind swam and your body warmed.
He let out a soft chuckle as his hands roamed up and down your sides, savoring the feeling of you under his touch. As much as it was a comfort to you to feel Peter’s hands on you, to feel his touch, it was just as much a comfort for him to know you were here and safe. Peter’s cock twitched as his hands dipped under the waistband of your shorts and in a flash he yanked them off of you, causing you to yelp in surprise.
But, before you could react to your shorts and underwear suddenly on the floor, you found yourself hoisted up onto the kitchen counter. Giggles erupted between you as Peter nestled himself between your legs… your bare legs. A low groan unlike anything you ever heard rumbled from deep in Peter’s throat as his eyes landed between your legs.
“Fuck…” he breathed heavily in a tone that made you shiver.
“Pete,” you sighed as you watched him drop down to his knees.
Immediately, you buried your hands in his hair as his hands ghosted along your inner thighs. Peter mumbled your name in a praise before he licked his lips and dove into you, causing you to scream loudly.
You saw stars as Peter worked you with his tongue, licking and slurping every sensitive spot with precision. You could tell even in your blissed out state that he was too desperate to tease you and take it slow tonight. Tonight was all about need; it was the need for both of you to know the other was here.
Tugging at his hair, you felt like your body was on fire from the way he worked you with his talented mouth. Every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure up your spine, and you were sure you weren’t going to last much longer. You arched your back as parted your legs more to give Peter more access to your body, an invitation that he immediately accepted. 
“Shit… Pete…” you moaned as you felt your body tingle.
Peter grabbed your inner thighs and squeezed hard as he intensified his motions, determined to push you over the edge in bliss. And from the way you screamed his name, he knew you were close.
It only took a few more licks of his tongue, a few more nibbles of his lips, one last nuzzle of his head before you came hard. Your head slammed against the cabinet as you screamed, your legs trembling under his strong grip as you gushed into his mouth. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as bursts of color clouded your vision.
As Peter coaxed you down from you high, you felt his movements slow before he reluctantly broke away from you. A trail of spit connected the two of you until he moved far enough for it to break, but in the corner of his mouth remained a shiny dribble of your release. Peter watched until you opened your eyes to lick it clean with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Delicious,” he chuckled as he rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around you, “But I’m not done with you yet,” he tone dropped as he easily picked you up and spun you around.
“Pete!” you yelped as you wrapped your arms and legs around his strong body. No matter how many times he lifted you up, you never quite got used to his super strength, and it caught you off guard in the most wonderful way every time.
He quickly made his way across the small apartment and gently lowered you down onto the bed, handing you with tender care as he did so. Peter stood for a moment and admired the sight of you, spread out on the bed, naked from the waist down and a look of pure bliss on your face. Hastily, he ripped off his Spider-Man suit so he was bare for you, and the way you eyed him hungrily made his cock stiffen even more.
“Like the view, sweetheart?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“Very much,” you purred as you bit your lip and extended your arms for him. You loved when he got like this.
“I do too,” his tone matched yours as he hovered over you, “But,” Peter grabbed your shirt, “You’re overdressed.”
You burst into laughter at his antics and allowed him to take off your shirt, the only barrier between your bodies. The two of you let out matching gasps at the sight of the other, as if it was the first time all over again. At times, it felt like that for both of you. The wonder, the passion, the desire never got old so matter how many times you slept together.
“I love you,” Peter broke the silence with a breathless voice as he cupped your face.
“I love you too,” you replied in a dreamy tone as you mirrored his action.
In a flash, Peter closed the gap between your bodies with a heated and desperate kiss. He swallowed the moan you let out as you parted your lips for him once more. The taste of yourself on Peter’s tongue was just as intoxicating for you as it was for him, and you bucked your hips against his hardened cock in a wordless plea.
Without breaking away, Peter muffled a moan as he positioned himself between your legs once more, this time with his cock poking at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you, past the first ring of muscle and into your warmth to connect your bodies together.
The moan you let out made you break away from the kiss, and your cry of pleasure echoed in the tiny room as Peter entered you inch by slow inch. You heard Peter’s own moans as he felt you engulf him, and he rested his forehead against yours as he slowly bottomed out inside of you.
Together, the two of you laid with Peter on top of you. Heavy breaths filled the room as you stayed with your sweaty foreheads pressed together. You wrapped your arms around him and dug your nails into his shoulders, clinging to him desperately.
“Move,” you pleaded softly.
He groaned your name and compiled without another word. He started slowly at first, rocking in and out of you, savoring the moans and groans you let out every time he was fully sheathed inside you. It wasn’t until you let out a higher pitched cry that Peter picked up his pace; he found what he was looking for.
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Peter moaned, “Shit…”
The bed creaked as Peter thrust in and out of you faster and faster. As much as he wanted to keep his eyes open, to watch every expression you made when he was inside you, he couldn’t. He knew he would cum too fast if he watched the way your mouth hung open and your body bounced with his every move.
But luckily for him, you also weren’t far behind.
“Fuck!” you screamed as you dug your nails into Peter’s skin, “I’m gonna cum… Peter…”
“Me too baby,” Peter grunted, “Fuck…”
Peter’s thrusts became fast and erratic as he chased his climax as well as your own. He pounded into you with fervor as you screamed and your second climax hit suddenly. Your inner muscles clenched around him as you squeezed him inside and out. That and your beautiful screams were just the final push Peter needed for his own orgasm, and with a loud moan of your name, he came deep inside you. But, he kept going, wanting to savor every second of your shared climaxes together until he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. 
Peter let out a deep exhale as he collapsed down on top of you. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as close as you could. Neither of you wanted to move, content to stay in the other’s embrace, safe and loved. For several long moments, no one spoke, and just the sound of slow, deep breaths filled the room as you felt the other’s heart pound against your bodies.
It was Peter who broke the silence first with your name in a low voice.
“Hmm?” you hummed as you ran your hand through his hair.
“You know I’ll always come back to you, right?” Peter said as he propped himself up on his elbows to look into your eyes.
Your heart fluttered in your chest, “I know,” you cupped his face the same way he did yours earlier, “I trust you… I just worry sometimes,” you admitted.
“I do too,” Peter breathed, “But I’ll always keep you safe, sweetheart.”
The truth was Peter always worried about you too. He was scared that someday someone would find out his superhero alter and use you against him. He was scared that one day you would get hurt because of him. He was scared that one day he might not get back to you in time… But, as much as you trusted him, Peter had to trust you too. Having no one else, it was just the two of you against the world.
“I’m gonna go shower then we can sleep in tomorrow,” Peter broke himself from his thoughts, “How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” you purred as you gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, “A day at home together sounds like just what we both need. But remember, the day after is that science museum day I wanted to go to.”
Peter let out a soft laugh as he tapped your face playfully, “I wouldn’t miss it, baby.”
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“Looks like we came on a school field trip day,” you commented as you and Peter walked hand in hand into the science museum.
Children filled the space and chattered excitedly among themselves. The two of you followed close behind the class as you lost yourself in the exhibits. At one point, you broke away from Peter so you could play with one of the hands-on displays, and he couldn’t help but chuckle brightly at you as you were just as excited as the kids were.
As Peter watched you, a thought popped into his head: he was ready to marry you. He had never been more in love with you than he was at that moment as you laughed in fascination at the exhibit. He wanted to marry you for some time, but as he stared stupidly at you, Peter knew it was time for him to pop the question.
“Hey Pete…?” your voice broke him from his thoughts.
Peter suddenly found himself face to face with you, and he must have zoned out for a moment because you looked concerned, “Yeah?” he asked as he cleared his throat and tried not to look conspicuous. 
“Everything ok?” you asked as you tilted your head to the side a bit.
Peter just smiled back at you; you had no idea what he had in store for you, “Perfect,” he slid his hand in yours again, “Shall we check out that chemistry demonstration?” his tone was light, “You look like you’re having more fun than the kids are,” Peter joked.
“Shut up,” you giggled as you playfully nudged him.
Peter imagined that your hand would feel like with a ring on your finger as he fiddled with your knuckles. Yes, it was time, and everything was perfect. But, just as it felt like nothing could bring down his mood, a chill ran up Peter’s spine and he was suddenly filled with a sense of dread the moment the two of you crossed the threshold into the other room where the chemistry table was set up.
He stopped dead in his tracks as his heart sank and the hairs on his neck and arms stood up. The man behind the table was instantly recognizable to him; he was the one that kept slipping out of his grasp. And the feeling of dread was only made worse when the chemist looked up from his table and made direct eye contact with him.
It was like he knew.
“Peter?” you sounded even more worried than before as you tugged his arm.
Without a word, Peter dragged you out of the room and down the hallway towards the bathrooms. His heart pounded in his chest as his first thought was of keeping you safe and getting you out of harm’s way.
“Peter?!” you repeated more forcefully, “What’s going on?”
“Listen to me,” Peter grabbed your shoulders and spun you to look him in the eyes, “That guy… He’s…” he let out an exasperated sigh, “He’s the guy I haven’t been able to catch,” he finished in a hushed tone.
You gasped as your eyes went wide.
“I think he knows who I am too. Something just feels off,” Peter sounded more scared than you’d ever heard him before, “But I want you to get out of here, I’m going to stop him here and now.”
“What about those kids?” you asked as your breath came out fast and ragged, “We have to get everyone else out too,” you inhaled deeply, “Let me help you, Pete.”
His lips tightened as he paused for a moment before he spoke with a heavy exhale, “I’m going to create a distraction, and you help them out,” Peter’s grip on your shoulders tightend, “But you promise me you’ll get yourself out of here.”
You nodded, swallowing your fear, “What kind of distraction were you thinking?”
At the same time, both your heads turned and both your eyes landed on the fire alarm that stood out on the wall. You looked back at Peter and he nodded at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.
“I love you.” Peter’s words sounded more like an assurance than a confession.
You knew what he meant too: Stay safe.
In a flash, Peter pulled the fire alarm before he rushed around the corner to rip his shirt off, revealing the spider suit underneath. At the same time, you ran towards the children, who you headed screaming and panicking before you even reached the room.
“Quickly!” you shouted, “Outside! Now!”
The kids scrambled as they rushed towards the door and you ushered them out. But, as you did that, a movement from the front of the room caught your attention.
The chemist dissolved into a fit of rage, and you heard his angry mumbles to himself even over the fire alarm. Smoke billowed out from either side of him as he mixed his viles together and for a brief moment, he looked up and caught your gaze.
Everything felt like it froze as you locked eyes with him, and suddenly you knew what Peter felt. It felt like this man looked into your soul and read your deepest secrets. Your blood ran cold and fear pulsed through your veins as he suddenly launched himself at you.
You yelped and covered your head, anticipating an impact, but it never came. Looking up, you saw Spider-Man clinging to the ceiling, a shot of web tangling with the chemist and stopping him in his tracks.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Spider-Man quipped as he flung another web shot at him and flipped over to stand in front of you.
“Spider-Man…” the chemist growled as he threw a bottle towards him.
Peter quickly covered you, protecting you from the impact as well as the few kids who still hadn’t gotten out. 
“Spider-Man!” They cheered together as they kept for joy- and relief- at seeing their favorite hero.
“Get out of here kids!” Peter instructed before he glanced at you for a moment. The two of you nodded subtly before he turned back to the chemist and launched himself at him.
“Come on,” you breathed, “Hurry!”
You pushed the rest of the kids out of the room, but before you yourself exited, you couldn’t help but look back. Deep down, you knew Peter put himself in danger as Spider-Man, but to actually see him fight in person, and so close, was something else. You felt fear, but not for yourself. Watching him take and deliver hit after hit honestly scared you. 
But you suddenly had something else to worry about.
“You!” The chemist roared as he gathered his concoctions.
“No!” Peter sounded more scared than you had ever heard him before.
Clearly, it was obvious to the chemist how important you were to Spider-Man, to Peter, and he took advantage of the opportunity. Before either of you could react, he threw something at you, and you found yourself surrounded by a blinding gas. 
You gasped as you covered your mouth and dropped to the floor. Faintly, you heard the grunts of Peter fighting him still, but you couldn’t see anything. You were sure if it was from the gas or just from the adrenaline but you felt more and more dizzy the longer you stayed in the fog.
I’m another flash, you heard an explosion and the building shook. You struggled to keep from falling completely flat on the floor and you scrambled to stay on your hands and knees, ready for anything. 
You heard your name in Peter’s voice before you saw his silhouette appear in the fog. You tried to call out his name, but your voice croaked. Reaching out for him your hand trembled until it finally made contact with his.
“I’m here,” Peter murmured to you as he yanked you close, “Cover your mouth and hang on,” his voice trembled, “I’m getting you out of here.”
All you could do was nod as you felt yourself lifted into his arms with his super strength. You covered your mouth as you clung to him with your other arm. A gust of air hit your face as you found yourself flung through the air as Peter flipped and flung your bodies out of the museum. Faintly, you both heard the kids cheering for Spider-Man and shouting excitedly. Usually, Peter would have stopped for them, but right now his first priority was you and your safety.
You buried your head in the crook of his neck as you felt the air get fresher and fresher as he fwiped through the buildings and landed you both in an empty skyscraper far away from everyone.
The moment he sat you down, Peter ripped off his mask and looked you over, cupping your face as he did so. “Look at me,” he sounded breathless, “Are you hurt?”
You immediately saw the look of pure fear on his face, and it made your heart sink. You were sure you looked a mess, and you felt sore but you didn’t feel hurt. “I’m ok,” you whispered. 
Peter exhaled your name in relief as he gathered you in his arms. “You’re ok, sweetheart,” he cupped the back of your head as he held you as close and as tight as he could, “You’re ok…”
You weren’t sure if his words were for you or for himself. Perhaps both.
“I’m ok Pete,” you whispered softly in his ear as you clung to him, feeling safe in his arms. All the fear and adrenaline slowly faded away and you felt calm and safe the longer he held you. With one deep exhale, you felt better and you pulled away just enough to look into his eyes while still remaining secure in his arms, “Did you really have to wait and pull a dramatic rescue like that?” you smirked softly.
Peter rolled his eyes at you, but at the same time he was relieved to hear you say that; it meant you were back to normal with your wits about you, “Sweetheart…” he breathed. The truth was he had never been more scared, especially with the explosion. He opened his mouth to voice that, but the words were caught in his throat. Peter grimaced at the thought of losing you and a tear formed in the corner of his eye.
Sensing the change in tone, you tried to distract him, “Hey Pete?” you asked.
“Hmm?”
“What happened… To…?”
His grip on you tightened, “I think the mixtures he was using affected his mind… Made him so angry… He…Umm,” Peter trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud and upset you.
“Oh,” you whispered, unsure of what to say next. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for several moments as the breeze hit your faces. “Well, thank you,” you broke the silence, “For saving me.”
That brought a smile to Peter’s face. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, expressing all his emotions in the kiss instead of with his words, “You never have to thank me, honey,” he murmured against your lips as he placed a chaste kiss, “I’ll always protect you.”
You grinned against his cheek as your eyes fluttered closed, “And I’ll always take care of you too,” you hummed, “We made a good team back there though, didn’t we?”
“We did,” Peter chuffed, “You and me…”
“Against the world,” you finished the thought.
Silence fell over the two of you again, but before either of you could say anything, a growl from your stomach interrupted. You looked at Peter and both of you burst into laughter.
“I guess all that excitement made me hungry,” you chuckled.
“How about we get out of here then?” Peter said with a smirk, “I know a place that’s got the best salsa. We’ll pick up some tacos or something on the way too.”
You smiled brightly at him, “Sounds perfect…” you poked his chest, “Spider-Man.”
Peter felt his heart flutter in his chest. Oh yes, he definitely was going to find you the best ring he could and he was going to ask you to marry him as soon as possible. 
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insanityclause · 11 months
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EXCLUSIVE: Tom Hiddleston (Thor franchise) and Mark Hamill (Star Wars) are set to star in new Stephen King adaptation The Life Of Chuck, which will be a hot package at the upcoming Cannes market.
Doctor Sleep and The Haunting Of Hill House helmer Mike Flanagan is directing, scripting and producing for Intrepid Pictures alongside fellow producer Trevor Macy.
FilmNation will handle international sales with WME Independent handling domestic.
Based on the short story from King’s 2020 anthology If It Bleeds, The Life of Chuck is three separate stories linked to tell the biography of Charles Krantz in reverse, beginning with his death from a brain tumour at 39 and ending with his childhood in a supposedly haunted house.
The script, which was adapted prior to the WGA strike, has been in the works for several months with Hiddleston set to play the title character and Hamill joining for the role of Albie.
According to the production, the genre project will draw tonally from Stand By Me, The Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile.
Golden Globe and Olivier winner Hiddleston is best known for Thor, Avengers and TV series The Night Manager, as well as stage projects such as Betrayal and Hamlet for Ken Branagh.
Hamill is best known for his portrayal of Luke Skywalker in the original Star Wars movies and reprised his role in both the sequels as well as the second season of The Mandalorian and season one of The Book of Boba Fett. He recently appeared in Netflix’s Sandman and will star in Intrepid and Netflix’s House Of Usher, which will air later this year.
Stephen King, aka ‘The King Of Horror’, is among the all-time best-selling authors. Among his books and short stories to have been adapted into hit movies are Carrie, The Shining, Pet Sematary, It, Stand By Me, The Running Man, The Shawshank Redemption, and The Green Mile.
This is the latest project to join a bumper Cannes market slate for FilmNation. Also on the lineup are Amy Adams-Paul Rudd comedy The Invite, Dave Bautista action-thriller The Cooler, and Andrew Garfield project Voyagers, among others.
Hiddleston is represented by UTA (US), Hamilton Hodell (UK), and Johnson Shapiro Slewett & Kole; Hamill is represented by Gersh and Kleinberg Lange Cuddy & Carlo; Flanagan, Macy and Intrepid are represented by WME, with VanderKloot Law also representing Flanagan and Reder & Feig handling Macy.
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priscillaxleorio · 8 months
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Yandere Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield)
*A little web swinging hero starts obsessing over you after Gwen’s death* (07-28-2023)
Tw: Stalking, Unhealthy obsession, manipulation.
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You were sitting in you’re favorite coffee shop working on (________). You were peaceful working when you suddenly spilled your (favorite drink). “Ah, shit!” You quickly moved your laptop to avoid the hot liquid destroying it. After cleaning up after the little accident you went back into line for another drink. You hoped this time not to spill anything but you were known for your clumsiness. All you’re coworkers and friends would tease you about being a clutz, but you never let it get to you. The sound of screams came from behind you startling you. Your fight or flight went off when you realized what was happening “Great a fucking robbery? Out of all the days I chose to come here, fuck…”, you cursed in your head. “Everyone get down on the ground now!”, the masked man demanded. You and all the helpless bystanders did as told afraid of getting shot by the deranged man. But oh wait thank God there was a off duty police officer in the coffee shop. But you were shit out of luck. When the police officer threatened the robber he grabbed you, yanking you from off the ground, placing his gun on you’re temple. A lump came to your throat. “Is this it? I don’t wanna die!” You panicked to yourself. The door to the coffee shop swung open and your eyes shined with hope. IT WAS SPIDER-MAN. He quickly shot a web at your captors gun disarming him. You were “saved” or so you thought. You couldn’t see because of his mask but under it was a crazed look. When Peter saw you, all he could see was Gwen, you resembled her quite well. After the commotion calmed down the officer that was off duty took your attacker away in cuffs. You were shooked enough from the incident that just unfolded so you walked home. But on your way there you couldn’t help but feel you were being followed. Well….. your intuition was right, on top of the rooftops Spider-Man was taking note of your root back home. He was infatuated by you. You see….. him losing Gwen made him not so right in the head. He became depressed after Gwen’s death, never being able to healthily cope. He admired the way you walked, how you gave money to a homeless man, how you greeted your neighbors even after what you just been though. You were able to have a smile on your face even after that shit show, how? He was going to make sure he learned everything there is to know about you. He’d start by breaking into your apartment later that night when you would be sound asleep.
Part 2?
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siremasterlawrence · 2 months
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Breathless Part 1
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Part 1
“Oh Man! What luck!” I swear landing my leg on a strange looking orb as I pick it up lets my eyes slowly blow up in a bright white like glow. I close my eyes a bit sending my body in to a beautiful blue glow transporting him in to the ball as it hit the floor and it rolls to the edge of the cliff.
Next thing I know I am surrounded by a red gold, silver and slate black painted giant bar I own apparently and soon enough I am behind the bar. I laugh a bit think about what else I can get out of that damn orb now presently placed in the middle of the room causing a major chain of events.
The bar is now a magical place infusing the building to help me with my aims and plans I have had in the back of my mind and truly is everything. I jet on to the bar hopping over the bar on to the bar stool slipping off till I hit the ground running and heading to the main room pick it up and send it flying.
“I wish that could have super fucking pretty hot actors Andrew W Walker and bad ass Luke MacFarlane,”
“What the fuck? How the hell on earth?”
“Where am I? Where are we?”
“I am your Lord and Master”
“I am also your boss “
“You do not work as actors “
“This is my bar apart of my media “
“You work here and always have “
“You are my bartenders”
“You stay here all day “
“You make me millions “
“You are my employees”
“Yes boss”
“Put these aprons on“
“Yes boss”
“It’s time for your auditions”
“Strip for me”
“Get behind the bar ���
“Hurry up “
“Hop off the bar”
“Make me a drink”
“Do it! Do it”
“Could have been faster”
“Sorry “
“You clean my shoes “
“You lick them”
“Good job! Your butts need to be in gear, your mind out of the gutter and get to work.”
Part 2
“I need sexy servers and dancers”
“Who Master?”
“Jaime Lomas”
“Ashley Taylor Dawson”
“Fuck? Who the hell?”
“Zip it! Your mind is blank”
“I am your God!”
“Yes boss”
“You belong to me”
“Dress in this”
“Stand on the table “
“Strip “
“Oh Master! Babe”
“Do you crave this body boss?”
“The groups are packing in”
“Hell Yes! Let’s party my king”
“Everyone! Who’s here?”
“My name is Jamie”
“Let me entertain you “
“Ashley join him”
“As you wish”
“My name is Ashley “
“I am fine”
“My body is hard “
“Watch my abs “
“Wash board abs”
“My tight ass”
“I love to do the pump”
“Hey don’t touch”
“This is my Master’s merchandise “
The end
Breathless Part 2
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Tom Hardy and Andrew Garfield are the first  celebrity and honored guest to my new club Breathless a magical island vacation spot for the elite. The two land on a private airline walking off of the planes staircase to the land they take off their sunshades and soon the sunlight is in their faces. The light rays shoots in to his eyes glowing so bright shaking him to his core very soon and enough freaking him one something stirs up in him.
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The lights surrounding him shine over the majestic forest in the latter half of the island begin to shake with the leaves and branch are free flowing.Mindlessly Tom Hardy is the first to see it in the wind a chill cool air calls to him as his toe dug in propelling his feet ever forward in to the breach.
He steps in to the forest ever forward with any and all worries washing away in his cold and blank mind the deeper he goes the more he loses himself.The forest expands in to the jungle causing him to feel the power pour from underneath his feet yanking him in to the center as his shoes strip.
Ripping in to ribbons below his sole but the entirety of the ground floods flowing a cold embrace sending them shivering up his spine.The more he walks the socks come undone as well, as his face goes slack, his eyes turn dull gray and something in him drives him in to the brink 
The jeans stripping like a reel shitting on to the ground, the area begins spinning as he looks upward to the sky and he falls back to the ground.Apparently! The grounds begins to melt in to the soil growing more covering up the island like quick sand or soon sinks in to the soil of the space.
The soul forms massive arms wrapping over his massive muscular body stretching in to the air and drops down descending till it is grasping his body pulling it down. I am in awe of this gigantic, tall and super titan of a man who will be under my absolute control for yeh rests of my his life no way out.
“Tsk tsk tsk”
“You fell for that so easily “
“Sorry Mr. Hardy!”
“I have loved you always”
“I’ve wanted you for so long “
“I can have you finally “
“This body “
“Yumm”
“I can lay on you all day “
“Muscles for days”
“Legs for days too”
“I could eat you up “
“I’ll leg you sink for now”
“Hear this”
“You belong to me for all existence”
“You are not human”
“A mere puppet for me”
“You are named slave”
“I am everything to you “
“I guide you “
“You have fallen”
“Yes Master”
“Make me your world “
“Accept me”
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“Andrew Garfield “
“Who? Who are you?”
“I am your inner voice “
“No! You can’t be…this”
“Can’t be? I know”
“My body is frozen “
“Exactly! I am in total control “
“I submerge your soul”
“Your consciousness is a blank state”
“You subconscious is a open world “
“I walk in to it “
“It is my own island “
“You love me”
“Live for me”
“I control you “
“You have no free will”
“No love”
“I am your God”
“Yes Master”
“You see the ocean “
“YES”
“Walk to the beach”
“Stand at the edge “
“Take a leap”
“Plunge in”
“Dive and dive “
“Swoosh you fell in to ocean”
The end 
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indecisivemuch · 9 months
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Time wasn't in our favor - Part 3
Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader
Summary: What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.
Note: So...ended up making part 3 before the two endings. Also, I apologize for the long wait. I went from "University makes me want to die" to writers block, so that was not great.
Word count: 1.5k
Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.
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"Any closer to finding out who that is?" MJ asked, gesturing to the photo booth pictures in front of Y/N as she slid Y/N her favorite doughnut.
It has been a week after the incident - the day that Y/N found herself crying near the Statue of Liberty out in the middle of nowhere; the day that she, Ned and MJ sported several injuries for no apparent reason; the day that her life felt oddly empty, as if it was missing something essential; the day that her tattoo turned red, yet she had no recollection of how or when it did.
"No...and I don't know who I kissed either. Was I that drunk? Did we sneak into some college party and drink to the point we blacked out?" Y/N theoreticized. Ned, who sat next to her, patted her back in empathy, "It's okay...you'll figure it out." Y/N stared down at her photo again, ignoring the sound of the store's doorbell ringing.
"Hi, anything I can get for you?" MJ asked the customer while Y/N racked her brain for possible explanations. It was clear that she was intimate with this stranger. She scowled at herself, flipping the photo around.
I don't even know anybody with the initial "P.P.", mayb-
"Hi, I'm Peter Parker and-" Y/N snapped her head at the boy, but her excitement died as soon as it came.
He was not the boy in her photo.
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"Okay so...crying....down there," she muttered to herself, as if it would help. It was crazy that she was standing up here, but something about it felt compelling enough. Currently, Y/N was standing on the scaffolding next to the Statue of Liberty, peering down at the spot she was previously crying at. Y/N scrunched her eyes as she leaned a little outwards to look at the shield. Upon seeing what looked like blood, her foot instinctively took a step forward to get a better look, though her hand clinging onto a pipe to ensure she was being somewhat safe. 
Against her calculation, the already leaning section of the scaffolding let out a loud sound before rapidly crumbling down. As she tipped along with the construction falling outwards, her hands automatically wrapped around the pipe they were already clinging to. A scream left her lips as she could feel gravity pulling her downwards. 
The scaffolding stopped. 
It didn’t completely fall apart. Instead, it was hanging her outwards with a chance of falling to her death. The adrenaline pumped as she could feel her heartbeat tripling its speed. It was foolish, but Y/N looked down and shut her eyes immediately after. She knew it was high up, but seeing no ground touching her feet made her panic even more. Upon opening her eyes, Y/N’s mind tugged at an idea as she spotted the level below her that looked somewhat stable enough.
It was risky, but at that point, what other choice does she have? With all her might, Y/N swung herself forward and landed in the level below. Her body fully collided with the metal ground, hitting the air out of her. The impact definitely left a bruise.
It was moments of silence, before Y/N felt tears emerging and free falling down her cheeks. It had only sunken in now how it felt almost too familiar hanging like that. Y/N slowly sat up as she registered what just happened. Using her hand and wrist, she wiped away the tears and covered her eyes, ignoring the sting on her soul mark as soon as it made contact with her tears. She sniffed before removing her hand from her eyes. However, the girl was caught off-guard upon seeing yellow sparks on her hands and wrist. They illuminated, shining brighter and brighter. Slowly, they multiplied before rising from her hand and floating around her. Y/N stood up in shock, unable to utter a word as she glanced at the floating sparks around her. 
Before she knew it, they all evaporated.
“After you save my New York City.”
Y/N gasped as she turned around to the source of the voice, only to see sparks shaping like a human being - the shape of her. Opposite to it was a spark version of the guy from her photo. He was hung upside down, wearing a spiderman suit which made Y/N mouth fall slightly open. Both of them evaporated again.
Then her world was sent into a whirl.
Y/N turned around as she heard another voice. This time she saw the two in a lab sitting next to each other. Her ears started buzzing as noises of mutters from different conversations took over. Meanwhile, the sparks multiplied again, jumping everywhere and displaying different moments between her and the stranger. 
“I think you need it more than me,” she spun around again, seeing herself holding a dandelion while the guy peered down at her. Y/N stumbled slightly as she tried to take a look at every little scene, feeling overwhelmed as more conversations popped up. Then she heard a scream, which made her look in that direction.
“No!” she shouted, hands reaching outwards as she saw the spark version of herself fall from the scaffolding. Y/N ran forward and towards the fence, peering down at a reflection of herself. What surprised her was a figure that dove from above her, his sparkled form shooting straight forward at her falling spark-figure. 
Both her hands covered her mouth as Y/N watched the scene unfold. As soon as the figures’ fingers touched, a breath of relief left her mouth before the memories came colliding inside her brain, knocking her backward and onto her knees as the sparkles all gathered around her.
It felt like a hurricane as the memories flooded back - the moment she met him, the moments they spent together, including the moment he left her. She remembered it all. She remembered crying as she clung onto the sparks that slowly evaporated as he returned to his universe. 
However, she never noticed until now how some of the sparks clung to her and stayed behind. It sunk into her while she cried and mourned for a love she never had the chance to explore, before her memories of him were pulled. 
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“Doctor Strange. Please.”
“You were never meant to remember in the first place.”
“Do you know how it feels to be away from your soulmate? Knowing you may potentially never see them again? It hurts, Doctor Strange. Please,” he somehow halted at this, causing Y/N to abruptly stop behind him as well. She watched as he turned around to look at her. She could see the battle that was going on in his mind as he contemplated her wish.
“Fine. One visit.”
“Thank you,” she breathed out in relief.
A couple of grumbles escaped from the man. Even though she couldn't hear, Y/N knew they were complaints about her. Doctor Strange settled his coffee mug onto a table before turning back to the girl. With ease, the man opened up a portal. The sight was similar to the alleyway she saw Peter Parker enter from, but it was daylight instead.
“Thank you so much, Dr Strange,” the girl repeated once again as she walked out of the portal that the man had just conjured up for her.
“Avoid yourself in this universe and don’t cause any trouble, alright?” Dr Strange lectured sternly, knowing that his actions were wrong and could potentially cause a multiverse problem. But he empathized with the girl. A part of him did it because he knew how it felt to not be with your soulmate. Despite the unbothered exterior he had set up, his heart ached every morning as he put on the watch that his soulmate had gifted him while they were still together. His eyes glanced down at his soul mark, which was covered by the pre-mentioned watch, except it was cracked. Then he looked back at the girl again.
“Come back in two hours, yeah?” though his voice made the question come out as more of a command than anything. But the girl knew it was all with good intentions, so she nodded and watched as the man closed the magic portal.
The girl ran through the portal without any hesitation, jumping slightly when she saw it closed straight away. Cautiously exiting the alley, the girl gulped as she realized how reckless she was being - entering another universe with no plan beforehand. How was she going to find Peter?
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Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.
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twh-news · 11 months
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Tom Hiddleston & Mark Hamill To Star In Stephen King Adaptation ‘The Life Of Chuck’ For Director Mike Flanagan
Tom Hiddleston (Thor franchise) and Mark Hamill (Star Wars) are set to star in new Stephen King adaptation The Life Of Chuck, which will be a hot package at the upcoming Cannes market.
Doctor Sleep and The Haunting Of Hill House helmer Mike Flanagan is directing, scripting and producing for Intrepid Pictures alongside fellow producer Trevor Macy.
FilmNation will handle international sales with WME Independent handling domestic.
Based on the short story from King’s 2020 anthology If It Bleeds, The Life of Chuck is three separate stories linked to tell the biography of Charles Krantz in reverse, beginning with his death from a brain tumour at 39 and ending with his childhood in a supposedly haunted house.
The script, which was adapted prior to the WGA strike, has been in the works for several months with Hiddleston set to play the title character and Hamill joining for the role of Albie.
According to the production, the genre project will draw tonally from Stand By Me, The Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile.
Golden Globe and Olivier winner Hiddleston is best known for Thor, Avengers and TV series The Night Manager, as well as stage projects such as Betrayal and Hamlet for Ken Branagh.
Hamill is best known for his portrayal of Luke Skywalker in the original Star Wars movies and reprised his role in both the sequels as well as the second season of The Mandalorian and season one of The Book of Boba Fett. He recently appeared in Netflix’s Sandman, and will star in Sony’s upcoming The Machine and in Intrepid and Netflix’s House Of Usher, which will air later this year.
Stephen King, aka ‘The King Of Horror’, is among the all-time best-selling authors. Among his books and short stories to have been adapted into hit movies are Carrie, The Shining, Pet Sematary, It, Stand By Me, The Running Man, The Shawshank Redemption, and The Green Mile.
This is the latest project to join a bumper Cannes market slate for FilmNation. Also on the lineup are Amy Adams-Paul Rudd comedy The Invite, Dave Bautista action-thriller The Cooler, and Andrew Garfield project Voyagers, among others.
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stackthedeck · 11 months
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well I disagree with you about peter and mj cause they are meant to be together and andrew Garfield version needs his version of mj and vise versa.
tell me you've never read a comic without telling me you've never read a comic.
MJ and Peter are not meant to be together in the same way no comic characters are meant to be together, no couple is "endgame" because there is no end to this game. MJ and Peter's relationship should change and shift as long as Marvel Comics continues publishing. MJ is a dynamic character, she affects the narrative and vice versa. A Spider-Man story is only as strong as the supporting cast which is why modern Spider-Man comics have been so ass, all of Peter's friends are gone and MJ is a doll on the shelf.
I'm not trying to be progressive when I say Peter Parker isn't entitled to MJ, I'm saying it because it's good storytelling practice. Seeing Peter and MJ grow closer together despite not being the perfect couple was an engaging story, seeing them fight and break up every other week kept things interesting, even when they were married they had their ups and downs and major disagreements. Conflict means that the relationship stays narratively relevant. There are very few couples in comics that can get away with the happily married thing, and even then, they still change and are always working together as a team. MJ is not Peter's arm candy, she is an active part of his story, she challenges him and forces him to grow
If we want to talk about meant to be together, it was supposed to be Peter and Gwen, they were the classic all-American couple. And like that's coming straight from the writers at the time. They preferred Gwen over MJ as Peter's girlfriend because Gwen was the good girl. It wasn't until after Gwen died that MJ even became a blip on Peter's radar and even then Peter still believes that he would have married Gwen if she hadn't died and this is affirmed every time she comes back in almost any form. And that's not getting into the countless girlfriends Peter had before during and after his relationship with MJ.
MJ was the radical love interest, much of her clothing was inspired by the counter-culture movement of the 60s and 70s, and much of her dialogue and actions were taken directly from 2nd wave feminism. She's the party girl who uses the fun lifestyle to cover up that she's desperately lonely. So to treat her as nothing more than an object, as Peter's reward for being Spider-Man, it's antithetical to her whole character
Listen I ship Peter and MJ in every adaption they're both present in, I ship them in every comic universe, I adore this couple. But it is infuriating to watch current comic writers and comic fans reduce MJ to just Peter's girlfriend because she used to be Peter's friend. When people talk about Paul cucking Peter, it's about what the two men want and not about what MJ is experiencing which is likely stockholm syndrome.
MJ has had so many opportunities to shine as a character both with and without Peter. She doesn't exist to serve him as a character, they are two characters who are paired together because their relationship presents problems that are narratively interesting. When MJ becomes a cardboard cut out of a person, that's when the writers fucked up and they need to break up through something other than demon magic.
Mary Jane Watson is not a prize to be won, she's not Peter's reward for being a hero, she's not just a pin-up cover waiting to happen. She is a complete character that in order to as be interesting as she was in the fucking 70s needs to have narrative agency.
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drea-ms · 10 months
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ꕥ﹐ DEAR SOULMATE.﹗﹑ PETER PARKER
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⌗ ; because love comes in different ways, i hope i get to use all of my love for you my dear.
warnings. angst. unrequited love. implied saiki k!reader. any spiderman but implied andrew garfield's spiderman. gwen x peter. implied but not detailed miles morales x reader. no happy ending for yn but a happy ending for peter. at least 1k words worth of this
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Growing up, you knew what love was, your parents loved each other to the point it was disgusting, Your kindergarten teacher had a husband who loved her a lot, and you had your best friend that you loved. Or so you thought. You were five and to young to fully understand the feeling of love.
But you knew it was there, the way his smile would shine bright as the sun, how his hair would remain a nice brown. growing up, you fell in love with peter parker, and you've grown to accept that, or at least you thought so.
You hated attention, sure call cause you're a psychic or what not, but when you were with Peter you wanted all of his attention, but you knew you were too stubborn to ask, so you decided to stay quiet about it.
Though it was hard to read his mind like you did when you were kids, maybe it was because of his new spider powers. Nonetheless, you still found a way to fall deeper for the spider boy.
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It was after school when you decided that you were going to ask him out, you were going to ask him if he wanted to hangout at the park with you, you two would hangout and have fun for a while, and by the time the sunsets, you would confess. You hoped everything went according to plan.
Then you heard her mind, Gwen Stacy. You met the blonde before, she was smart, kind and so pretty. The type Peter would love, and love he did. He always talked about her, which made you think if he thought about you the same way he did with her.
'I'm scared, what if asking out Peter goes wrong? I hope this hangout goes well' oh. she was probably thinking the same plan as you, there goes that plan, so does peter.
The bell rang, and that's when you started to pack your stuff quickly so you can go out without any one of your annoying classmates asking for you, especially peter.
"Yn! I was wondering if you wanted to hangout with me and gwen after school? she said she's bringing a new friend with!" he said, smiling at you. You hated his smile so much it gave you butterflies.
"I'm bus—" he cuts you off his smile never leaving his cute face, "I know, and i'm sorry, but i'll do your homework for a week and buy you coffee jelly?" he said, more nervously, like you were going to reject him, you couldn't because of the coffee jelly (his stupid cute face that you couldn't resist), "Deal." was all you said, smiling a bit when you saw his eyes sparkle.
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The last bell rang, and you thought you moved time quickly on accident, though you were zoning out the entire time, you knew you didn't. You packed your things and headed to peters classroom, you went in and saw that he fell asleep, you decided to shake him awake. He did, but then got scared of who it was and fell on his right side.
"Owwww, don't scared me n/n" he said, pouting while rubbing his side, "you looked stupid when you were asleep," you said, he didn't look stupid, he looked like an angel, and god did you hope that these feelings went away, he got up and packed his stuff, the two of you began to leave the classroom and start heading to the park, gwen said she had to pick up her friend, from what you heard in her mind, he was in a different school, around your age and also a spider-man.
Great, just great.
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heading to the park was nice. You and the brunette talked here and there but it was a peaceful walk to the park. Once you headed there you saw a bench, deciding to take out your germanium ring, you saw peter standing next to you, "Are their thoughts bothering you?" "Yea, everything is overwhelming so i decided to put on the ring for today" was all you said, once you were finished you continued heading to the main spot you and the other people would hangout
The park was fun, once gwen got here, she was with her friend, who you realized was a boy you met in the store, his name was miles morales, the boy was taller than by a few inches, but was shy when he first saw you and peter, he got more accustomed to you both.
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It was getting dark and you realized that you needed to confess to Peter, you got up and went up to him, though the blonde girl stopped you before you could get near them both, "Peter can we talk? in private?" was all she said, you knew she was going to confess before you did, and you were going to let her, he responded back with a "Yea! just give me a moment." he smiled at her the way he did with you, he went up to you "I'll be right back okay? don't get overwhelmed without me!" he said, heading back to gwen.
That's when miles went up to you, "You like him a lot dont you?" he said standing next to you, "Sure, but he was never mine to begin with" was all you said, heading down, you were lucky you were hungry and there was store near the park, you couldn't stand seeing peter and gwen together.
"Whe—where are you going?" Miles stuttered, almost falling before following you to the store, "'m hungry and want something to eat" "You don't want to see them right?" "yep" you both were in the store once you stopped talking
Once you found what you wanted and paid for your things, you and miles headed back to the park, where you hoped that they didn't get together.
Oh how wrong you were.
Because once you were back where they were, the two were kissing each other, you turned around the other direction, before Peter saw you, you began walking away from the two, miles still following you.
The two of you were far from the new couple, that's when miles stopped you and pulled you into a hug, crushing you, but not hard enough to hurt you.
"Let it out. I know it hurts" he said, his voice more calming, and let it out you did, tears you didn't know were there began falling out.
Growing up you knew what love was, when you were five when you figured you were in love with Peter Parker, yet didn't fully understand the meaning of love. Now at the age of 17, you fully understood what it meant,
Love meant letting someone you truly loved go, whether or not you were ready to let them go. And it hurt so much more when you realized that Peter Parker was your first love, but you were never his.
How cruel can love really be?
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NAO SPEAKS? i just love angst guys 🤪🤪🤪 i love hurting people with angst 😍😍🥰
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softboyluvr · 2 years
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prompt 25 with peter parker 💕
hihihi!
i didnt know if you meant holland peter or garfield peter for this one. so i just rolled with it and went with tom’s peter, i hope that’s okay. (fear not this prompt was a little popular with the peter parkers so an andrew garfield one is incoming in the near future <3) hope you like it!
It’s two in the Morning?
peter parker x fem!reader
warnings: none, maybe some misspelling
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25. “why are you dora the explorer-ing at two am?”
Peter hadn't known what a normal sleep schedule was in a little more than four years, some nights the rising sun caught him off guard and by then getting some shut eye was out of the cards for him. He was always either out patrolling, or catching up on the work that his nightly vigilante activities prevented him from doing. But tonight it seemed like the stars were shining upon him, the night was slow and quiet and for once, he was thankful. School was not yet at the point of the semester where work was a burden so for once he had the night all to himself. And he would've called you, but he knew how much of an early riser you were and to be honest? He just really wanted to sleep. So, for once in what felt like the longest, Peter was lying in bed before the clock had the chance to strike 11. His eyes slowly falling shut while the moon slipped through the curtains he was too lazy to close properly.
His sleep was short lived though, because at 1:56 his phone started buzzing. The nearby objects lying atop of his dresser rattling as the device seemed to taunt him. Who could be calling this late? He groggily picked up his phone and groaned, absentmindedly clicking answer and pressing the speaker to his ear.
"Hello?" His voice was taunting him, laced with the sleep he was now missing out on.
"Peter!" He was suddenly more awake, your voice sounded cheerful. Weren't you supposed to be at home sleeping? Why was there a whooshing sound coming from your end? Were you outside? Were you in danger?
"Y/N? Where are you?" He was trying to keep himself from worrying, but one negative thought and he was already far down the rabbit hole.
"Peter oh my god, MJ and I were going out for a walk right? Because why not, and then we stumbled into this old subway station and we thought fuck it" He could hear MJ telling you to keep it down, and now that he focused on the sound of your voice he could hear a slight echo to it. "And it's so freaky like there is a train a couple feet from us and we are debating on going in and checking it out so I wanted to know if you were in the area to come hang out with us"
"Are you serious? Where are you?"
"Well that's the thing, last I remember we were near 35th? It was 35th right?" MJ agreed with you. "But we have been walking for a while, and don't worry we know our way back" A small pause followed before you added. "Ish"
"Y/N why are you Dora the Explorer-ing at two in the morning?"
"Shit it's two in the morning?" Time keeping was never your best suit when you were out with your friends. He started throwing the covers off of him, locating his shoes in the orderly mess that was his room.
"Hun can you send me your location? I'm picking you up"
When his phone pinged with your location he was already out the window and in the air, keeping you on the line just in case. For most part of his trip all he heard were giggles and the occasional gasp the surprises of an abandoned subway station could bring. When he had gotten to where he assumed the entrance to the station was, he heard a scream. 
"Y/N?" Silence followed and then the sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the abandoned subway stairs. MJ and Y/N coming into view with gasping breaths and a couple of coughs. "Was there someone in there?" He said and hurriedly grabbed you, starting the inspection for injuries that normally on a time and day like this would be directed at him from you.
"No, no" You were still out of breath. "As we were getting closer to the little train we saw, I slipped on something and I guess I scared a rat colony. But Peter they were huge"
"We are talking prehistoric rats Parker"
His eyebrows shot up, the dangers of New York at night were not the convincing factor that drug you out of that station but some street rats could.
"Just, next time you go on a discovery adventure trip please let me know. Or do it on a night when I'm patrolling"
Only then did you take notice of his attire, he was already in pijamas. "Peter were you asleep already?"
"Just a little" He started walking you and MJ to your shared appartment. The curly haired girl walking a couple steps ahead of you, texting Brad about her night findings.
"Baby I'm so sorry, if I knew I wouldn't have called you"
"Are you crazy? And let my girlfriend be eaten by some mutant dino rats?" He smiled teasingly at you. You nudging his side as a response. "Seriously though, any time you do that please call me. I'm not fond of the idea of you being in potential danger and not calling me because you think you will disturb me"
"But you never get the chance to sleep, that's important Pete"
He grabbed your hand and squeezed three times. "My girl is more important okay?"
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as always thanks for reading and thanks for your likes and reblogs. leave a comment if you want they are very fun to read
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maremartinelli · 1 month
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GREECE
Andrew Garfield X fem!reader
Summary: Where Y/n and Andrew spend their vacation in Greece hidden from the paparazzi since they are in a private relationship.
Words: 500+
Warnings: Age difference and lots of sticky cuteness.
Author: Well, after I posted the Sirius imagines here, I thought I'd share other stories I have for my Brazilian readers on my Wattpad. And with that, I already warn you that English is not my first language. I'm sorry if there are mistakes!!!
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Y/n and Andrew had been dating for a year and in that time they still kept their relationship private. No paparazzi taking photos, crazy fans knowing and press asking questions. It was just them.
And that was great, despite being a little complicated when it came to going out or going on dates. But they had peace, privacy and protection so to speak.
Now, after a while, they faced their fear and decided to take their first trip as a couple. And the destination could not be other than beautiful Greece.
It was a destination that they both wanted to visit, so why not combine the useful with the pleasant?!
"Do you think someone can discover us here?" Y/n says as she and Andrew board a yacht to take a trip around the European sea.
"I don't think so. And if you find out, it doesn't matter. I have my girl by my side" Andrew says smiling at Y/n while putting his arm around the actress's shoulders.
Y/n smiles shyly and leans his head on the older man's shoulder.
The only fear Y/n had for fans when they found out was their age. Not that it was an alarming difference, but 10 years between the two would be enough to say a lot.
The couple enjoyed the first day touring the waters of Greece and when they returned to the hotel, they enjoyed the beautiful view from their room and something else in the middle of the night.
The couple enjoyed the first day touring the waters of Greece and when they returned to the hotel, they enjoyed the beautiful view from their room and something else in the middle of the night.
The next day was also wonderful, they took the opportunity to visit the city of Athens and discover more of the city's history from the inhabitants there. Thus, making a midday stop so they could taste the cuisine the country had to offer.
Their little eyes sparkled every where they went. Of course, they shined not only because of the beauty of the place, but because of being with their loved one by their side.
At the moment, Y/n and Andrew stopped at a cozy cafe that had a view of the sea. The establishment was located at the top of the city and gave an incredible view of all European water and the city's villages.
Y/n looked at Andrew while he was looking at the place's menu. He was wearing his sunglasses and a button-down shirt that screamed that he was a local tourist. Darker jeans and sneakers that matched his and Y/n's look.
"I know you're looking at me" he says as he lets out a laugh, making Y/n blush.
"It can't be helped. You look cute in that tourist shirt" Y/n twists his neck to the side as he looks away from his menu again.
"Tourist shirt?" Andrew asks amusedly and lets out a laugh.
"Yes. Notice the tourists who visit Los Angeles. They usually wear button-down shirts that match the place" Y/n says smiling and Andrew shakes his head laughing more.
It doesn't take long for the two to decide what they would eat and Andrew goes into the parking lot to get the food. Thus leaving Y/n at the table outside, while he looked at his cell phone and watched some current gossip.
She smiles when a photo appears that appears to be her and Andrew on one of the trips there in Greece. The page she posted apparently got quite excited about the rumors that made between her and Andrew and about the relationship they could be in. Which wasn't a lie.
"What makes you smile like that, sweet girl?"
Andrew looks at his girlfriend smiling tenderly and places the cappuccino and the piece of cake that Y/n had ordered in front of her. So he returned to his chair to taste the food he had ordered too.
"It seems that there are already rumors about us dating" Y/n smiles, as he turns the cell phone screen for Andrew to see.
He quickly reads what was written and smiles at the slightly blurry photo of the two of them.
"Are you worried about that?" He asks curiously.
Y/n shakes his head and turns off his cell phone screen to enjoy the moment.
"No way, I have you with me" She smiles and Andrew gets shy. "What about you? Worried?"
"Not at all, I have my sweet girl by my side" he says and now it's Y/n's turn to smile shyly.
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Positivity Night Shout Out
This is for @withahappyrefrain 's Positivity Night. What a great idea! I hope I did this correctly Abby.
I follow a number of creators and some of them even follow me back! It's been a great experience and so here is some appreciation and good vibes...thanks Abby for doing this!
In no particular order and some with a lil blurb lagniappe as I've gotten to know them. This is long but ya know, I'm not at the Oscars on a time limit so read it or keep scrolling past. Your choice.
@blooming-violets aka @eatbrainsfordinner gave me some great advice when I first joined on how not to get blocked due to blog appearance and has an amazing library of fics that sent me down a rabbit hole. Plus in possession of a side-holding you will fall out of your chair sense of humor. Laughter can give us hope and I know that some of her comment/replies just put me in a better frame of mind.
@liz-allyn whose mob!peter fic Sugar and Vice (all of her work really) just blows me away. If you haven't got Honey, life just isn't sweet at all at all. All her content just radiates emotion. Depth. It's all there.
@webslingingslasher such a talent and so very very kind to everyone. Am enthralled with nerd!peter/frat!peter. I have no clue where the late night sleepover energy comes from though. I am in awe.
@sincericida no one tops her blog for Andrew Garfield content. No one. I check it more frequently than I do the daily news. Could get lost for days with the top tier content. A real sweetheart, too. Always answers asks.
@luvablehand a winsome writer with great imagination. Absolutely love that there is an updated list of WIPs on the blog so I know what is coming.
@periprose Nice blogger and her Peter Parker is adorable. Completed chapter fic Florence is great.
@theradioactivespidergwen aka @she-likesorchids great writer across multiple fandoms and great wit. We share a love of various sandwiches, know that dressing is superior to stuffing, and think sweater weather is amazing. It's glorious.
@reidslovely haunting haunting writing that stays with me. Love our interactions when I have questions about a story/plot/character. Has been writing more mob!peter and I am a member of the mob!peter fan club for life.
@loveroftoomanyfandoms I came for the Peter Parker fics and somehow acquired a Matt Murdock on the hot guy keyfob. Personality shines through on her blog and is such a joy. ((HUGS)) Always love interacting and living vicariously through the 'where is Charlie this week' adventures. (Couple more months and he's going to be eating some mighty fine food in NOLA) Our food chats have been awesome and when food found it's way as the theme in a story, well I cannot say enough about how enjoyable that's been.
@p3mybeloved another great Spider-man fandom creator. Read on here and AO3.
@ficthots writes for the fandom that is number one in my heart (TASM) and LIghtning Bugs makes me cry but it's that good kind of tears.
@delicate-dorothea sweet sweet writing that is addictive to read. Really looking forward to continuing to read and follow.
@backtothefanfiction someone I just started following but wow, am currently enthralled with a multi chapter mob!peter fic (The Angel In The Garden Of Evil) that has blown me away. Been a lot of fun to follow the character arcs and the twists and turns. Love writing essays for this creator when I reblog because the back and forth has been wonderful and enriching. I know the longer series can be so hard to write and maintain but they are a feast when you can find them. I've had a front row seat and am looking forward to more works in the future.
@helloheyhihowdyheya Love her works. Reading Rose Thorn Blues right now, and if asked to pick a fave out of the masterlist of Spider-man fics I'm not sure I could because they're all my babies.
@thursdaygxrls so much imagination in her writing, love it and love all the fics. Am currently following two: Thin Ice and Infrunami.
@withahappyrefrain Abby, whose Peter Parker won me over from the get go and then wrote TGM fics that added more hot male characters to the keyfob. Perfect sense of humor, never afraid to call out haters, and you just glow with sunshine and flowers right when I need it most. Big hugs and a shout out.
Other bloggers reblogging content is how I ran across many of you listed above so readers and content creators: reblog whatever you enjoy because it's really what keeps Tumblr active and engaging. When I'm not writing, I'm enjoying what others create and the inspiration and encouragement and words you share is wonderful and thank you for the effort you put into what you do!
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Andrew anon here and I'd like to submit a prompt!
If you would still like to write one, i was thinking an Andrew and reader? In not thats fine, but if you would like please take your time!!💜💜
Andrew Garfield and Reader
Summary: A tickle scenario between big brother Andrew and little sibling reader :)
(Thank you so much for this Andrew Anon ❤️ This was so much fun to get to write and I hope you enjoy it :))
You looked over your lines for the upcoming scene. "I'm not ready for this."
"You've been going over your lines for ever Y/N." Andrew glanced up from his script to give you a smile. "You'll be just fine."
"I guess you're right." You flipped to the next page of the script. "There's just so many emotions and really important lines and I . . . just don't think I can do it."
Andrew leaned toward you. "Hey now, you've been doing great so far. Don't let one scene knock you down."
"Thanks Mr. Garfield, but I don't know . . ."
"First, I am not Mr. Garfield, that's my father."
You turtled into your shoulders. "Sorry."
"No need to apologize, that one is an easy fix." Andrew reassuringly squeezed your arm. "But the second point I'm trying to make is that you're doing great so far Y/N. You get out there in front of that camera and you just shine."
You blushed brightly. You never were very good at accepting compliments from other people, but honestly, that felt really good to hear. "T-thank you Mi---."
Andrew raised one eyebrow.
"An---Mister Andrew."
Your older costar playfully rolled his eyes. "Eh, I'll take ihit. Anything I can do to help you calm your nerves?"
You bit your lip and thought. "Umm . . . Could---could we run through the scene together? Atleast once?"
"Of course." Andrew stood and pulled you up with him. "But let's move over to the couch?"
You stumbled along behind him. "What?"
"It's a sibling scene and we're on a couch anyway." Andrew pulled you next to him. "Practicing the same way you'll perform helps ease any nerves."
You tensed a little. While running through the scene, you forgot how close you had to be to Andrew. The older man had never done anything to you; in fact, he had treated you as a younger sibling throughout the whole production. But ever since you were first introduced to Andrew Garfield in his Spider-man movies when you were younger . . . Your first Lee mood had awakened. You had immediately scoured ever fanfiction website for fanfiction for this man and that had been your gateway into the tickling community. Ever since you had wanted nothing more than to be tickled by the man sitting next to you.
Your blush darkened as you were pulled into Andrew's side. You had been able to hide the Lee mood through previous scenes because as siblings, you were mostly throwing things at each other or shoving each other away. But now you were close to his side with his arm around your neck and his hand mere inches away from your side. This was both your dream and your nightmare rolled into one!
However, Andrew must have assumed your red face was from the nerves about this scene because he squeezed your arm as he flipped the script to the first page. "Just try your best."
You fumbled to get your script to the right page. "Uh, y-yeah! Sure!"
Andrew chuckled and scratched the side of your head. "Yohoull doho greheat Y/N."
Those fingers were so close to your ear that you instinctively turtled into your shoulders. But you tried to push the tickle thoughts out of your head as you focused on your first line. "I can't believe he's gone."
Andrew immediately stared at the far side of the room and let his facial features go blank. "Me too."
It was impressive how quickly he got into character. You tired to match his energy by pinching your arm to make your eyes water. "Remeber---remember when we u-used to---to go to . . ."
Your older costar leaned closer and whispered out of the side of his mouth. "He took us."
"Remember when he took us---to the park? He would always---always---." You tried to finish the line, but your hands were so sweaty that your script slipped to the floor. "Oh shoot!"
"It's okay Y/N." Andrew bent forward to pick up your script. "Those nerves like to get the better of us."
"I-I'm sorry, I just---don't know why I'm s-so nervous."
Andrew gave you a wink as he placed the script back in your hands. "Let's give it another try."
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and started the scene again. On the second read through, you felt proud of yourself for getting farther even with tickle scenarios playing in the back of your mind, but then Andrew repositioned himself to give you a hug---and his hand grazed your side.
You squeaked and dropped your script again.
"Wow!" Your older costar pulled back. "Sorry! Did I hurt you?"
"N-no! You didn't hurt me! I'm just---super nervous! I-I'm sorry!"
Andrew stared at you as he reached his other hand down to grab your script. You tried your best to hold his look but your eyes kept darting away as you internally begged your Lee mood mind to get the image of him pinning you and tickling you out of your head.
Then a hand squeezed your knee. And you squeaked.
You looked down to see Andrew's free hand wrapped firmly around your knee. Then that same hand squeezed your knee again and you couldn't stop the second squeak that left your mouth.
Meanwhile, Andrew grinned. "Ihi don't believe ihit."
Your eyes widened. "Uh--uh--M-mister Andrew! L-let's talk abohout thiIIS!"
"I already told you Y/N." Your older costar quickly shuffled you around so you were pinned with your back against his chest. "You reheally need to relax. Otherwise, you'll never gehet thihis scene down."
"I am relaxed!" You exclaimed, neck already turtling into your shoulders. "The mohost relaxed!"
One arm wrapped around your rib area including your arms. "Ah-ha! Know how I know that's a lie?"
"Uhum . . ."
"If you were relaxed." Andrew dug into your side. "You would be smiling mohore."
A surprised squeal left your mouth as your side was attacked.
"See? Soho much mohore relaxed nohow."
"Ah! Nohoho!"
The attack lasted a minute with Andrew tickling along your sides and stomach. It was like a dream come true that you second guessed everything and kept waiting for the moment you woke up, but that moment never came.
You were so caught up in everything and couldn't believe this was actually happening so when he let you go, the first words out of your mouth were, "Is ihit oveher already?"
"Come again?"
Once you registered what phrase had just come out of your mouth, you immediately pulled away and jumped up from the couch. "Uhum, wh-what I meant t-to say . . . Well I--I . . ."
"Hey, it's okay Y/N."
You looked up. "W-what?"
Andrew gave you a comforting smile. "It's okay. Did you want me to tickle you a little longer?"
Your mouth dropped. "You---you don't m-mind?"
"Course not! I think it's adorable."
"Really?"
"Yehes." Your older costar leaned forward. "My nephew still asks for them when we hang out."
"B-but I'm so much older!"
Andrew shrugged. "Doesn't make that much of a difference."
"But . . ."
"Y/N, look at me please."
You managed to make eye contact with your older costar.
"Please stop making excuses. Kids who like tickling grow up into adults who like it. Plus, if tickling actually helps you relax and focus, we can use that to our advantage."
"But you said practice the way you perform!"
Andrew smirked. "If you don't stop making excuses Y/N, I'll show you how we can make it part of the performance."
You heard what he said, but before you could process it, you where talking again. "But---."
"Alright, that's it."
You squeaked and jumped back as Andrew stood. "Wait! Wait, I'm sorry!"
Andrew smirked as he followed you. "Come here Y/N."
You tried to babble out a response as the older man followed you around the room. "Please! M-mercy! Mercyhy!"
"Look at that grin! You're so cute!" Andrew took his hands out of his pockets to reach toward you. "They knew exactly what they were doing when they cast you as the younger sibling."
You continued walking backward. "Shut uhUUP!"
While distracted by the approaching enemy, you forgot the couch you had been sitting on didn't move. You caught the edge of the couch and tipped backward onto it. Once you were on your back, Andrew quickly knelt in front of the couch so you can't get away. "No where else to run nohow."
You continued giggling as those wiggling fingers came closer and closer to you.
"Aww, no reply?" Andrew's fingers wiggled into your tummy. "Or do I have to tickle it out of you?"
"Ack! Mihisteher Andrehew!"
Andrew dug into his sides. "Tickie, tickie, tickie! The tickle monster's gonna get you!"
You wouldn't want to admit it to him, but this was heaven to you. This had been your dream for years! The teasing, the chasing, the wiggling fingers. Everything was perfect.
And you were on cloud 9.
The Andrew began to roll up shirt. "You know what ehelse my nephew begs for still all of the time?"
You squeaked. "Whahat?"
"He used to call them Tummy Toots, buhut yohou would know them better as zerberts."
Your eyes widened. "Wha? Ah!"
Andrew quickly rushed his head down and blew a raspberry into your tummy.
You squealed loudly before dissolving into cackles as he gave your tummy a few more raspberries. "ANDREEEW!"
Your older costar giggled down at you. "Yohou sohound lihike him too!"
You shoved Andrew's shoulders. "Stohop! Yohou're embarassihing mehe!"
"Aww, is someone flustehered?"
You growled. "Yehes!"
"Do I neheed to put you ihin aha better mood?"
A small smile made its way on to your face. "Mahaybe."
Andrew smirked. "Does someone's tummy need a few more toots?"
The smile on your face grew even more as you wrapped your arms around your tummy. "Dohon't yohou dahare!"
Andrew chuckled as he began pushing your arms up. "I'm gonna get your tummy! I'm gonna get it!"
"Ack! WaitwaitwAAAIAT! NAAHAHA!"
You squealed as Andrew blew more raspberries into your tummy. You put your hands on his head as your legs kicked wildly behind him. All of the talk of his nephew mixed with the teasing made you feel like a little kid. Not that you minded at all, that just made the tickling more fun and carefree.
Once he was done with his raspberries, Andrew moved up to give you a hug. "Did you have aha gohood time Y/N?"
You nodded as you returned the hug. "Thank yohou."
"No problehem. Doing this with you reminds me of being home."
"Mehe too." You squeezed him. "I miss them."
"Me too."
After a few more seconds, your older costar pulled back to smirk at you. "And that's also how I would incorporate it intoho thehe scene."
Your eyebrows furrowed together before what he said earlier clicked in your head. You shoved Andrew. "Yohou're horrible!"
"Aww, Ihim sorryhy." Andrew gave you another hug and added in a forehead kiss. "You're really awesome Y/N."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"W-wehell---You're awesomer!"
"No you."
"No yohou!"
"Noho you!"
You held out a hand. "Truce?"
Andrew took your hand. "Truce."
Your older costar helped you up to a sitting position while you tugged down your shirt.
He then handed you back your script. "Come on, let's get back to work. Ohor Ihill have to tickle you again."
You were tempted to slap Andrew's shoulder, but the threat of more tickles made you hesitate. A moment later you tapped his arm. "Mister Andrew? If you want . . . Could we . . . have another tickle fight tomorrow? We have another really difficult scene and . . . It really does help. . ."
Andrew grinned as he nudged your arm. "I'd love to Y/N. It helps me too."
The smile on your face grew even bigger as you settled back onto the couch. This was turning out to be the best movie ever.
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silkholland · 2 years
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Oh, What A Night | A.G.
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Summary: Alcohol, A Glitzy After Party and your Ex. What could go wrong?
Pairing: Andrew Garfield x former assistant!reader
Warnings: SMUT (additional warnings under the cut), miscommunication, alcohol, cursing, pwp.
WC: 3.3K
A/N: Major shout out to @specialk-18 and her brilliant mind. I knew I wanted to do an Andrew one shot and she gave me this idea. I hope it lives up to the hype.
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smut warnings: unprotected sex, slapping, hair pulling, slight size kink, rough sex, creampie.
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The flashes of hundreds of light bulbs still sparkled and blurred your vision as you made your way into the venue. You tried to stay close to your new boss, but not too close. She had expressed in the past that she didn’t need a “babysitter” but you knew how she could be when she had a few too many drinks. If you thought you had a hard time as her assistant, her publicist was a saint.
Every day with her brought you a little closer to quitting the business entirely. She wasn’t your first choice but after parting from your last boss, you didn’t have much space to be picky.
Your last boss….he was a dream. Until that dream turned into a nightmare and he broke your heart, of course.
Two months prior you worked with the mesmeric Andrew Garfield. Everyone couldn’t help but love him, including yourself. He had an aura around him, bright and shining like his pearly whites. It lured you in until you didn’t know where you ended and he began.
One full year of working for him, six months of which were also spent in his bed, and he tossed you aside like it all meant nothing.
You suppose for him it did.
He surprised you one day, a pensive look on his face and a globe sized confession lodged in his throat. You knew something was wrong immediately but chose not to stoke the fire. Your willful ignorance did nothing to soften the blow when he told you he couldn’t have you as his assistant any longer. You knew what that ultimately meant, he didn’t want you as a lover any longer either.
You blew past him and out the door before the tears began to flow in his presence. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing what those few months meant to you. He tried to stop you, for what reason you have no idea, but you refused to listen. He had claimed he was doing it for you, you called it bullshit and an excuse just to sleep with whoever he wanted. Any excuses or “reasonings” he could give wouldn’t undo what had already been done. So, you left him and never looked back. Blocked his number, found a new boss and continued life like nothing earth shattering had taken place in the last
You hoped with every fiber of your being that he wouldn’t be present tonight, but of course he was. He was fucking nominated for an Oscar after all, why wouldn’t he attend an Oscar’s after party. And, because of your amazing luck, why wouldn’t he be at the one you were also forced to attend.
You would just ignore him. That’s all. He didn’t want you in his life so why allow him the luxury of even being a thought in yours.
Much easier said than done you realized as your eyes scanned the busy crowd and immediately locked with his stare. The fucker was staring at you, a smirk playing on his blush colored lips.
That smug, pompous asshole. His eyes were scanning over you like you were the winner at a dog show and he was your owner. You weren’t his anymore though, so where the fuck did he get the right to look at you that way?
It pissed you off to no end that he could be so calm looking at you while you felt as though your heart would beat out of your chest.
You glanced over at your boss schmoozing a director while also pretending to be appalled by Will Smith’s earlier actions. She would be just fine on her own.
With a fire in your step, you swerved through the drunken party goers to your target. You only hoped your eyes were filled with the same molten lava that ran through your veins as you stared back at him.
Your heartbeat gradually increased from a gentle hum to full on hammering as you stopped right in front of Andrew, a wicked smile stretched across his lips. You were torn between slapping it off of his face or pressing your own against them.
A huff passed through your own, your hand placed firmly on your hip.
“Can I help you?”
Andrew chortled, the champagne he had just taken a sip of bubbling back into his glass.
“I’m sorry?”
“You were staring at me,” you glared, annoyed with his boyish charm.
“Was I?” His accent came out full force whenever he was teasing. It used to enchant you, now it just filled you with dread.
“Yes, you were. You know you were. So just…” another huff. “Leave me alone.”
“If I’m not mistaken, Y/N,” he leaned in closer, placing his glass down on the table behind him. “You’re the one that came over to me.”
Your previously pleading gaze quickly transitioned to one full of malice. The lava in your blood began to harden and, if no one was around to witness it, you would have smacked that smug look off of his pretty face with the strength of a boulder. He didn’t just fuck you and dump you. He fucked you for months, leading you on, making you believe you were something more, and then dumped you.
Fucking pretty boy, Garfield.
“I’m tired of this, Andrew,” you surrendered, a wave of your hand through the air. “Please, just leave me alone.” You sighed, twisting to venture into the crowd once more.
Before you could get far, a large hand gently wrapped its fingers around your wrist, pulling you back. Your body twirled as he tugged, your noses just inches from each other’s.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
His breath intertwined with yours, breathing each other in as if he were your life source and you were his. The raucous party dwindled to the tiny buzz of a bee. His eyes bore into yours as everything around you disappeared.
The second your eyes flickered down to his lips, he knew he had you.
“Wanna get out of here?” His lips ghosted over yours, still refusing to put any distance between your bodies or your souls. All you could do was nod before your body was tugged into an unknown area.
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You grunted, not from pleasure but from the pain of the door knob slamming into your lower back as he pushed you against the door.
“Sorry, sorry,” he pulled his lips away from yours for only a second to apologize.
The idea of a hotel hookup always seemed so casual and hot in the movies. Instead it was a mixture of apologizes, limbs fumbling to remove clothing and turn on the light, and your anxiety of whether the door was locked or not.
The walk to his room only took about two minutes once you were out of the party and into the hotel lobby. Two minutes was just long enough for you to contemplate if this was what you truly wanted. You wavered countless time in those 120 seconds and in the end you decided this was what you wanted. The relationship would end for real, on your terms this time.
One last fuck to fully get him out of your system.
You gently cradled his jaw in your palm, pulling him impossibly closer. He always was a good fucking kisser. His tongue glided over yours, your other hand reaching to pull at the brown locks at the nape of his neck. A moan was your reward as you tugged gently, igniting a hunger for more.
“Up,” he panted and you obliged, jumping up to wrap your legs around his slim waist, his grip on your thighs punishing. You always wanted him to be rough and you had a gut feeling your body would be covered in bruises by the following morning. This wasn’t the gentle “i love you” fucks that you had grown accustom to towards the end of your relationship; the ones where you poured your entire soul into to let him know how you truly felt because your lips trembled every time you tried to utter your feelings. This was pent up anger. Months of tears. Months of ‘why wasn’t i good enough?’ Months of frustration your vibrator brought on when the orgasms never compared to the ones he gave you.
This was hate sex, pure and simple.
Your tongues fought for dominance as your feelings did the same. You found yourself grinding against his stomach, your dress now hiked all the way up to your waist.
“Someone’s eager,” he panted, your slick already seeping through your lace and onto his dress shirt.
“Shut up. Too many clothes,” you mumbled angrily against his lips, your hands making quick work of his bow tie. You would have told him how adorable he looked in it if you didn’t simultaneously want to choke him with it.
The buttons of his shirt were popped open in the blink of an eye and you were pushing the god forsaken sleeves down and off of his arms. It was a crime so much of him was covered up. Your chest heaved against his, the oxygen too much and not enough as you swallowed his kisses. Nails scraped against his scalp, eliciting a wanton moan from his lips and a smirk on yours.
“Tell me…what…you want…” you taunted as your lips left cherry red stains over his jaw and collarbone.
“Fuck. I…I want..” he struggled, his hands nearly ripping off the zipper of your dress as he tugged it down. He slipped the top off your shoulder and groaned when your breasts came into view.
“What? What do you want, baby? Want me to suck you off? Choke on your cock?” Another groan as he thrusted his hips up and against your core to create any sort of friction. Your hips pinned his in place, an attempt to control the little bit you could.
“I don’t think you deserve that anymore, hmm? You wanna ruin me? Work for it.”
Andrew grunted, his lean arms picking you up and tossing you just as quickly onto the bed. Your dress was on the floor in seconds, your underwear joining right after. He gripped your ankle, tugging you towards the end of the bed. Gentle kisses lingered on your calf, then your thigh, then your stomach, completely avoiding all the places you truly wanted and needed him. He could sense your frustration, your body working harder to push against his in a futile attempt to get some friction.
“Can you just fuck me alr-“ your words were cut off by your own gasp, a stinging sensation blossoming on your reddened cheek.
He slapped you.
Andrew had fucking slapped you and you’d be lying to say it didn’t add to the puddle steadily growing between your legs. You had only mentioned to him once in passing that you wanted him to be rougher in bed - slap you, pull your hair, even edge you a bit. He always denied your suggestions, not out of dislike but out of fear of taking it too far and possibly hurting you. All caution was thrown to the wind tonight, apparently.
“Good girls get fucked. Are you gonna be my good girl, Y/N?” His eyes burned into you, your head emphatically nodding at his request.
“Please,” you found yourself whimpering.
“Please what? Use your words, baby. I know you can.”
His thumb traced the outline of your swollen bottom lip before pushing through, stroking your tongue until you got the hint to suck. He groaned, his eyes nearly rolling back at the sight of you sucking his digit. Realizing you couldn’t exactly speak with his thumb in your mouth, he reluctantly pulled it out with a pop.
“Fuck me, please. I w-want it rough, please.”
You always told yourself you were a switch but the truth was you were most definitely a sub. You could pretend to be dominate all you wanted but you weren’t fooling anyone, especially Andrew. The man had you wrapped around his fingers.
“Yeah?” he mockingly nodded along with your words, his hands swiftly unbuttoning his dress pants, ridding himself of the last barriers between the two of you.
All you could do was nod, your thighs rubbing together as he stared down at you.
Andrew licked his lips, his chocolate brown eyes raking over your naked form.
“Hands and knees.”
Your body moved quicker than your mind, shuffling to change your position to his satisfaction. The bed dipped with the weight of him as he climbed on behind you, his right hand instinctively gripping the back of your neck to push your head down.
“Remember what you asked for, sweet girl,” was his final warning as he pushed into you fully, a mixture between a gasp and scream echoing from your lungs.
“Shh, baby, we don’t want to wake the neighbors.”
You could almost hear the smirk on his face. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as he set a punishing pace, giving you nearly no time to adjust. You’d been with a few men in your life but Andrew was easily the most well endowed. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth, stretching you in the most perfect way.
Your pants grew as his hips repeatedly slapped against your ass, the sound reverberating in the fancy hotel suite.
“You’re still so fucking tight for me. Have you fucked anyone since me?”
His hips faltered slightly as he waited for your response. A grin spread across his lips as he felt your neck shake back and forth.
“Are you too cock drunk to use your words, sweet girl?” He teased, leaning back on his heels while he slammed your hips against his.
Your only response was a groan as his hips hammered away, the slight change in position causing him to hit that special spot in you. He was the only one who ever seemed to be able to hit it, filling the already cocky man with a weird sense of pride.
“Fuck, fuck I’ve missed this pussy. You hear how wet you are for me? No one else can ever…make…you…feel…like…this…” he punctuated each word with a particular hard thrust.
You pushed your lower half further into the sweat soaked mattress. “Fuck, Andrew, please,” your right hand slipped between the sheets and your body, quickly rubbing your bundle of nerves to get you to your high.
“You almost there, baby? Good…good,” he panted, his hips never easing up.
His name fell from your lips like a hymn, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts. Your walls clenched, your slick running down the back of your thighs as he fucked you relentlessly.
“Come on, sweet girl. Cum for me,” He leaned forward slightly, his hand loosening around your neck only to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He tugged it back, forcing your body to take everything he gave you.
He had never been this rough in the entire six months you were together and you were disappointed this was your first time experiencing this side of him.
His left hand slipped from your hip and swatted your hand away, taking over. He pinched your bundle before soothing it with quickened strokes. Your eyes squeezed tight, a loud moan rising from deep within your chest as you felt your walls clamp down on his cock. He grunted as your wetness coated his shaft. A few more punctured thrusts prolonged your orgasm as you felt his cock twitch and spasm within you.
You both panted, your brain fuzzy and your limbs exhausted. You winced as he pulled out and you heard him whisper an apology. The pressure on the bed was lifted but you couldn’t be bothered to move from your wearied state.
“Can you turn over for me?” You registered his voice through the post coital haze in your mind and you wondered how long he had even been gone. With a low groan, you turned your body over to find him still naked, a wash cloth in his grip. Without a second thought, he reached between your folds and began to clean you up.
You shut your eyes, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as he cleaned up the mixture of your fluids. In the heat of everything, you had forgotten to use protection. You knew you were clean but you couldn’t say the same for him. He was an actor, a Hollywood star, why wouldn’t he be sleeping around?
As if he could sense your nerves, he peered up at you from beneath his long lashes.
“I haven’t….since you…either, by the way. I should have said that earlier but, ya know,” he gestured between the two of you.
He left you for a moment as he disposed of the wash cloth. When he returned he was dressed in a pair of pajama pants, a tshirt in hand for you.
You hesitantly took it, wondering what exactly your next move should be. This didn’t mean anything, right? Just one last fuck, that’s what you told yourself. Just a fuck to get him out of your system.
“Do you, um,” he began, his nerves on full display. “Do you want to stay the night? I don’t know if your boss will be waiting for you but, I mean, I’d really like it if you stayed.” He finally concluded, his brown eyes only now willing to connect with yours.
“She’s fine without me but,” your fingers anxiously toyed with the shirt in your grasp, your nudity the least of your worries. Andrew had already seen every inch of you.
“Please, Y/N….” His eyes were pleading.
“I miss you.”
Those words clutched your heart in a vice, squeezing tightly until it just about burst.
“Then why didn’t you want me?” Your eyes lowered, no longer confident enough to look into his.
“Wha—? Didn’t want you? Y/N I always wanted you. Fuck, I still want you!” He began to step towards you with his hand outstretched but you took a step back.
“You didn’t want me as your assistant anymore…you didn’t want me anymore.” Your voice trembled.
“Y/N, are you serious? I just didn’t want my girlfriend running errands for me.” He exhaled, exasperated.
“Girlfriend?” He had never once referred to you as his girlfriend in the time you were together.
“Well..I mean, I wanted you to be. I wanted to officially ask you and all but you never really gave me the chance. You wouldn’t return any of my calls.”
“Because I thought you didn’t want me,” you mumbled, realization finally dawning on you. “I’m a fucking idiot.”
He laughed but instantly covered his mouth when your eyes shot up to his.
“I’m sorry…I just…this was really bad miscommunication on both of our parts. Yours mainly, of course,” he teased with a smirk and you couldn’t help but fake gasp, reaching out to swat at him.
“Fine,” you began, tossing his shirt over your head. “I’ll stay the night but only because your dick is that good. The rest of you…? Could use some improvement.”
It was his turn to fake gasp as he grasped you in his arms. “Just my dick? Not even my lips?”
“Eh, they’re okay….I might need a refresher, though. I was a bit distracted before.” A wide grin spread across his face, your favorite kind that made his eyes crinkle and shine just slightly.
“I think I can handle that…” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You sighed contently into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back to bed.
You had a lot of time to make up for.
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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years
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How Parker Met Stark (3)
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Pairings/Characters: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Andrew Garfield’s Peter)
Warnings: Swearing, Tony being so annoying, upside-down kissing, Clint being just as annoying as Tony in a shorter amount of time.
Summary:  Yet another prequel to my Hard Enough one-shot, and the fourth overall installation of my Crumble!Verse work Which is just an AU of my Stark!Verse: 
Peter Parker was the last thing on your mind. All you could think about was Spider-Man, and, to be honest, it seemed like you were the only thing on his mind as well.
This is definitely post-college, adult Spider-Man
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Your door sliding opening did not wake you. It was quiet, it was subtle, it let you sleep in peace. What did wake you up was your dad shouting ‘rise and shine, pumpkin’ as he waltzed into your room. You groaned in agony and brought the covers over your head as he came around your bed and sat down on the edge. He yanked the cover back while ordering Jarvis to open the blinds and let in all the sunlight. You hissed while he nonchalantly shoved sunglasses over your eyes.
“Do I smell coffee?” You mumbled as you debated on whether or not you could stomach sitting up.
“Black coffee, doughnuts, it’s the cure to any hangover,” Tony explained as he shoved a doughnut into your mouth and then forced coffee down your throat. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t choke to death. Tony smirked in satisfaction to himself when, after a few seconds, you shrugged, nodded, and took both items from him like a little gremlin. He pushed the box closer to your after grabbing a doughnut for himself and continued on, “Feeling like shit, huh?”
“Yes,” you groaned. “How bad is the damage?”
“Well, Pepper’s dealing with the headlines talking about an Avenger accidentally knocking out an innocent person because she was so drunk, but Spider-Man saving you actually seems to be the bigger story.”
“Ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Because you were saved by a dork in spandex?”
“No! Because I was a drunken, hot mess over a dweeb with a camera.”
Tony hummed, “Right, that Percival Porker from the gala.”
“Peter Parker, dad, I don’t know how you made that so difficult for yourself.”
“Whatever. Fuck that guy, Y/N. If he can’t see how amazing you are, he ain’t shit,” Tony explained to you as he grabbed another doughnut to inhale. “Besides, you seemed to have some serious doe eyes for Spider-Man last night.”
“What? No! No, I didn’t. I didn’t and don’t have doe eyes for Spider-Man.”
He howled with laughter, “Kid, I thought you were going to grab him and kiss him before he jumped off the side of the building.”
“I didn’t think you could see us —“
“I have cameras everywhere,” Tony replied. “And I watched the footage back this morning. You had a hard-on for the guy.”
“You are fucking psychotic.”
Tony scoffed, “I’m not psychotic. I’m simply well-aware.”
“The linguistic gymnastics you perform every time you speak is outstanding,” you mumbled under your breath as you chugged the black coffee before chasing it with another doughnut.
As you two were eating, your bedroom door opened once again. You barely looked to see who was there before Wanda and Natasha were in your bed. Natasha sat like a pretzel on top of the covers, arm reaching across Tony to grab a doughnut for herself. Wanda squeaked that it was ice cold in the room, so she dove onto your bed and pulled the comforter up over her shoulders which made you snicker.
“Kid sleeps in an ice box, you get used to it,” Tony shrugged. “And now that the estrogen outweighs my testosterone —“
“We outweigh you there too, Tony,” Natasha quipped.
“—I will be taking off. Good luck, ladies. I already tried telling her she’s got a boner for the the man that cums webbing, but she’s denying it.”
Tony leaned over to kiss you on the forehead before pushing the box of pastries onto your bed. He left the room while chugging his coffee and muttering that he should convince Bruce to make an actual spider-trap, partially for science, partially for fun.
Natasha raised an eyebrow in your direction as she passed the box to Wanda, who, like a little gremlin, quickly grabbed one and held it close to her mouth so she could stay with as much blanket on her as possible. Natasha was momentarily distracted away from you as she stared at Wanda, “Shouldn’t you be used to the cold given Sokovia’s climate?”
“Nope,” Wanda said with a shrug. “That’s not the point here. Y/N is attracted to Spider-Man.”
“My guess would’ve been Steve,” Natasha shrugged as she leaned on her elbow and ate her doughnut. “He does seem like he has a great body under that spandex. You’re clearly an ass gal.”
“And you know he’s very strong,” Wanda hummed. “And flexible, given what I’ve seen on the news.”
“Okay. What is this?” You sighed. “I thought you two thought me asking out Peter Parker was a good idea.”
“Oh, no, we definitely did, but then he rejected your date and you went full Stark-mode afterwards. The walls are up again, but you know who can climb them and into your pants? Spider-Man.”
“Natasha!” You hissed at the master assassin who grinned.
“What? I’m just saying, a casual fuck wouldn’t be so bad.”
You rolled your eyes, “Whatever. I bet he’d reject me too.”
“Get him close enough, I’ll read his mind and find out,” Wanda said as she stole your coffee and dunked her doughnut into it. You and Natasha stared at her in surprise, “What?”
“That’s a little evil for you,” you teased. “Next you’ll tell me his secret identity?”
“Ah, good point, it is a violation of privacy. Never mind, then,” Wanda chuckled.
“Fucking damn it,” you muttered under you breath and threw yourself back in bed. “Whatever. My love life is a joke, I’ll never see Peter Parker again, hopefully, and I’m attracted to a man in a mask.”
“See? Told you she’d admit it,” Natasha said, holding out her open palm to which Wanda placed a crisp $20 bill into. 
You stared at them both, “I hate you fuckers so much.”
~*~
You decided to take it easy that day. You stayed in bed for awhile, avoided working out with Steve, who seemed to be letting you have an easy day anyway out of the kindness of his heart and the events of the day prior. You did some work in the lab with Bruce and Tony, not that you were much help, but distracting them from their work and acting like an absolute shitty toddler by moving their tools around seemed to be the best possible fun that day.
However, you felt it was safer for you to go out at night. Well, not safer as in statistically with crime, but safer as in least likely to be bothered by anyone. Dressed comfortably, you left the tower alone and walked around the city for a little while. You happened upon one of your favorite late night haunts, a place that specialized in Belgian-style fries. 
You waited for your order, grabbed it, and since the place was so overcrowded, you went and leaned against the side of the building, just outside of the alleyway so as not to have a hint of garbage with your meal.
While you were eating, you were lost in your own world. You weren’t trying to sense for anybody around you, so someone sneaking up on you was easy and likely. You had casually glanced around, as you did every few minutes, but when you looked over your left shoulder, you nearly screamed when you were face to face with an upside-down spider mask.
In fact, your fries ended up on the grounded.
“Oops,” Spider-Man said after a few seconds of both of you staring at the fries. “That was not on purpose, just saying.”
You steadied your breathing for multiple reasons. One, he scared the shit out of you. Two, you didn’t expect to run into Spider-Man ( a single girl hoped, but didn’t think it would happen); and three, you weren’t all dolled up ready to impress. You were comfortable, casual, and were not on your A-game for flirting.
Then again, you weren’t on your A-Game last night when you were drunk.
“Spider-Man,” you began cautiously. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh, you know, I was in the neighborhood, just swinging around, thought I’d check up on you” he replied. “Sorry about the frites. If it’s any consolation, they smelled great.”
You sighed heavily, “Thanks. Um…” you stared at him wondering what to do next. You weren’t prepared for this! You couldn’t even see his face to get any sort of social feedback from him. “I guess I’ll just go —“
“You’re gorgeous,” he blurted out so suddenly that you were frozen as you stared at him. “Sorry. I had to say it. I didn’t want to say it last night — I mean, I did, but you were drunk, so it felt weird if I told you that. It gave me the ick thinking about it. Not that you give me the ick. You give me the opposite of the ick. The ‘ugh’, as in ‘ugh, she’s so beautiful’ sort of thing. I’m digging myself a hole, aren’t I? This did not go according to plan. Can I start again? Hi, I’m Spider-Man, and I think you’re stunning.”
Who the fuck was this guy?
What sort of costumed superhero just casually hangs upside down beside someone, makes them lose their fries, then compliments them in the most awkward and endearing way possible. What were you supposed to do with this? How could one possibly have any way to react to this? Were you just supposed to tell him that you thought his spandex made him look sexy and — 
“I like your gimp suit,” you blurted out.
Jesus fucking Christ.
You listened to him chuckle, watching as he slowly lowered himself more until eyes were perfectly level with yours, “I’d really like to kiss you, Ms. Stark.”
Your throat went dry, “Me? Spider-Man wants to kiss me?”
“If you’d let him,” he replied smoothly.
What was happening! Why did it suddenly feel like Spider-Man was you, and you were Peter whenever you flirted with him? Your heart was racing, your forehead was sweating, and your throat was so dry you thought you were going to choke yourself in anticipation. You squeaked as your arm came up so you could wipe your greasy, fry-tasting lips with the sleeve of your hoodie. 
Spider-Man chuckled, “May I?”
“Okay,” you nodded urgently. “But you’re upside down, so, like ,how are you gonna —“
“Patience, Ms. Stark. I’ve got you,” Spider-Man said cooly as he lowered himself just a little more so his lips were level to yours. He lowered his mask just above his top lip before leaning towards you. Carefully, you leaned just a little bit closer until your lips were touching. You, for once, were shy, awkward, I mean, you’d never kissed a superhero before and you were one. Now you were kissing a masked man upside down? It was insane.
But, you were into it.
He hummed into the kiss as you gently cupped his face for stability. Your lips parted and you could feel the teasing sweep of his tongue against them before he chuckled and nipped your lip. 
What was this fire you were feeling inside? Oh, yes, falling immediately into a probably unhealthy obsession with a masked man just based on his kissing ability alone. Is that what kissing people you were interested in should’ve been like all this time, that instant fire and feeling like you were floating in the clouds? Or was this simply crippling anxiety coupled with the act of faux-arrogance melting away?
You pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you until it popped. You exhaled slowly, your hand coming up to rest over your heart as you reluctantly let go of his face, “Oh, wow,” you breathed.
“Wowza,” he hummed, suddenly sinking more and more until he unceremoniously snapped off his own web and fell on the ground. 
He groaned as he lay on the ground in a heap before jumping up to his feet again and towering over you. Spider-Man moved closer towards you, head tilting down and to the side as he studied you. You held your breath as you gazed up at him and wondered what more he wanted from you.
“You’re more amazing than a guy could ever imagine, Ms. Stark,” he hummed as he fixed his mask and lowered it once more. “Why don’t we —“ suddenly his head snapped to the side as his spider senses began to tingle. “I have to go. We’ll pick this up again,” his hand came to gingerly hold your chin affectionately as he shot a web to the building with his other hand. “Stay safe for me.”
You watched him effortlessly leap into the air and swing away towards the danger. Your legs were like jelly as you slipped backwards a little and leaned against the wall for support. Was Spider-Man always this smooth? Who gave the man the right to be that smooth at all? 
~*~
Meanwhile, the second he felt like he was far enough away, Spider-Man screamed in delight. He still had it in him! He was shocked! Then again, it was always so much easier to act out his desires and throw all caution to the wind and release his inhibitions. No one would see the dorky Peter Parker and see how much of a dweeb he actually was. They saw a hero, the cool, heroic, funny guy that was Spider-Man. This was so much easier, and considering he thoroughly blew it with you in the supermarket, this was his only remaining chance with you, and it seemed to be working wonderfully.
~*~
Upon returning to the tower, you ignored the sounds of Sam and Steve arguing over the original release date of Snow White in theaters. You didn’t care. You were floating as you shuffled your way to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and grabbed your favorite pint of ice cream. When you turned around, you screamed seeing Clint standing right behind you, eyes narrowed as he studied you closely. However, you were so frightened by him that you squeezed the carton, and with your powers, made the ice cream explode over the both of you.
Clint’s eyes remained narrowed as he grabbed a chunk of the ice cream off of his shoulder and ate it, “Did you get laid?”
“What? No.”
“You’re glowing and totally didn’t see me coming,” he pointed out. “What happened?”
“Nothing!”
“You also forgot my fries.”
“Clint—“
“You have to tell me or I’m going to tell Steve you had a sex dream about taking his virginity when you two first met,” Clint whispered.
“I will end you,” you growled. “Fine. Don’t say anything, okay?”
“I won’t, scout’s honor. I mean, I wasn’t a scout. I was a filthy carnie, but you get the idea of it. What’s up?”
“I kissed Spider-Man.”
Clint balked, the ice cream dripping down the both of your faces as he screamed, “You kissed Spider-Man!?”
A few seconds later, you heard your father’s voice over the intercom system, “My kid did what?! Wow, I’m so proud!”
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tkldpink · 2 years
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Peter Parker Tickle Headcannons!
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hi guys!! i wanted to get the ball rolling on this blog and post my headcannons for the 3 peters :) i’d love to get to know more people here so feel free to message me and chat, especially about these three hehehe. send me an ask with your own headcannons or your favorites of mine!! i like to think that after no way home they found a way to visit each other
Peter 1 (Tom Holland Peter Parker)
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Lee:
• ohhh this boy is this biggest lee #littlebroproblems
• doesn't actually mind tho :) he pretends to hate when his brothers tickle attack him, but they all know it makes him all warm and fuzzy. he loves physical affection and is very isolated after the events of nwh :(
• ticklish legit EVERYWHERE but his Worst spots are armpits, neck, ribs, and feet
• even ticklish in unusual places like his back, ears, biceps, palms. very cute
• god he has the most precious little giggles and cackles... his brothers LOVE to coo at him & it makes him turn bright red :'))
• snorts if you get a bad spot!!! also obnoxiously cute!!!
• anticipation giggler to the max, esp when wiggly fingers start hovering
• flails a lot (he can't help it)
Ler:
• is the ler the least of the time but def helps get his brothers sometimes
• giggles along with the lee the whole time :'((
• usually too tired to get revenge AFTER an attack, BUT he will poke his bros to try and instigate one :)
Peter 2 (Tobey Maguire Peter Parker)
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Lee:
• is the lee the least amount of the time
• but that doesn't mean he isn't super ticklish!! he is peter parker after all
• wheezy, high-pitched laugh when he's tickled
• snorts when he laughs!!!
• the strongest of the three because he has the most experience, so hes hard to pin down. one and three have managed to before tho!
• worst spots are his armpits, neck/ears, tummy
Ler:
• now THIS is where he shines
• he loooves getting to be the tickle monster to the younger two. hes been instinctively protective over them since the second he met them, and he loves getting to make them laugh
• always commenting on how cute they look/sound and how ticklish they are (and how red they get when he does this. meanie) :'D
• "that noise was so cute!" "your laugh is killing me" "you've got to be the most ticklish person alive"
• king of raspberries !!! he always has stubble and it makes it so much worse. his little bros absolutely screech
• being the oldest peter, he just knows what it's like to have been where the younger ones are and he likes being able to give them some sort of silliness :( they all had to grow up so quickly
• has a very good gauge for when to stop :) he's ruthless, yet still kind and responsible. he would never push it too far or hurt anyone
• hes SO strong so good luck escaping him
Peter 3 (Andrew Garfield Peter Parker)
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Lee:
• is a gremlin middle brother, so he gets tickled a lot as revenge for pranks or snarky comments
• long ass legs that kick like crazy so WATCH OUT
• he has this adorable crazy witch cackle when you get a bad spot that his brothers love :')
• his worst spots are his tummy, sides, ribs, and hips
• hes FAST, so you need to either catch him by surprise or be faster. his brothers catch him fairly easily, but an un-powered human wouldnt be able to
• spews out curse words when hes tickled
Ler:
• as the middle brother, hes basically equal parts lee and ler, though maybe on the giving end a lil more because peter 2 recruits him to attack peter 1
• extremely teasy!!! his lee is always a tomato when he's done
• "that laugh is so cute!" "ooohoho, this is a bad spot isnt it?" "that little giggle!"
• also regularly recruits peter 2 to hold down peter 1
• he has lots of fun as the lee and the ler :)
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