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andrews-lovr · 2 years

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May I request a mini peter parker/Andrew Garfield imagine based on the Taylor swift music video, "mine"?

TASM!Peter Parker x reader. Based on 'mine' music video by Taylor Swift.

summary: sometimes it's fun to reminisce about the old days, life seems to move so fast. childhood was all but terrible until you met the one.

warnings: swearing, FLUFF, kissing, skinning dipping (because i have to ad my own twist to everything), nothing else really.

note: so not gonna lie I don't really listen to her music so i just watched it. I'm really happy with how it turned out though. I'm sorry it took so long to write I've been really busy. I hope you enjoy it!! <333

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Sometimes childhood seemed so long ago. Life was always so fun and interesting never a boring moment. Remembering all the fights, all the late school nights and the love of your life, Peter Parker.

-highschool

The coffee shop was your only break in your busy high school life. You would normally spend the mornings of your weekends in that green painted coffee shop, sipping your vanilla almond milk latte, reading your newest book.

But the main reason you always went was because of the cute boy who would always be waiting the cafe at that time. The gorgeous honey eyed, chocolate coloured hair man, always serving you with the cutest grin on his face.

He always said the same thing everyday.

"How about that my angel customer once again!" You could never stop yourself from growing a bit red on the cheeks.

"Hey, Peter! Just the usual thanks., actually make it a double shot I'm feeling adventurous today!" You exclaimed.

"Well, thats bold of you angel. How about i add in a muffin to even out the caffeine." He said before he got to making your coffee.

You went and sat down at the right back corner of the table, you loved this bench, it was pretty much labelled yours now. It was good because it was private enough for you to have your space, it was open enough to see the whole store and it was right by the big window to see outside.

Peter came over to your bench with the usual coffee in hand.

"Thanks Peter.' Is all you could bring yourself to say.

"You're welcome angel." He said giving you a wink before returning back to the counter.

You sat there with yet another thick, hard cover book sipping at your coffee every now and again. Until you had realised you had finished the warm drink.

Peter came over to collect your drink and gave you your on the house muffin. He gave you one of those gorgeous beaming smiles, that made your tummy all bubbly. Then sat down in front of you?! He reached out for your hand that was placed on the table gently grazing his thumb over the back of your hand. It felt like your heart was about to burst out of its ribcage.

"Hey angel, because you're being adventurous today. I think i ought to be as well. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?" he said nervously, doe eyes starring back into yours.

You can't believe this just happened. Are you dreaming?

"Are you going to give me an answer? Or am I just going to have to stare into your beautiful eyes or day angel?" He said waking you out of your dream state.

Holy shit did he just call you beautiful? And that nickname again, you barely know him and he makes you see stars.

"Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Infinitely times yes!" You exclaimed a bright pink tinting both your cheeks. His hand still stroked yours every hair on your body stood on end.

"Then I'll see you later tonight? Meet me at that park near Rosey bay?" he said.

"Yes, I'll be there. See you then!" you stated, standing up and making your way out of the cafe. You had to get out of there, your brain was fuzzy, your knees were weak and your cheeks were sore from all the smiling.

You went to grab the muffin from its brown paper bag and saw something on the tissue littered on top of the blueberry sweet. On it, it read:

" Hey Angel! God i hope you said yes to the date, other wise this is awkward. I have been hooked ever since you walked into my coffee shop, call me if you need anything Angel (XX XXX XXX)!"

- peter xx

Oh my God, he's perfect

-date

You were in your car driving down to Rosey Bay, windows down and the biggest smile on your face. You were beaming.

You opted for your favourite floral sundress that always seemed to give you good luck.

The sun hung low, the air was warm and the music filled your senses, heart beating along to the rhythm.

You slowly pulled up to the parking lot nerves all but creeping up on you now. Slowly getting out of the car weak in the knees and heart racing a million miles an hour.

You saw him standing there, the afternoon glow framing his features perfectly. His cute dimples from the slight smile he had on his face, the beautiful creases delicately falling on top of his forehead and his eyes glowed a honey gold from the light. He was gorgeous.

why and how did you get him to go on a date with you, you were practically pinching yourself every second, waiting for yourself to wake up.

This was gonna be perfect, she was going to meet me at the beach and we're going to have a lovely time. Thats what Peter kept having to tell himself. This was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and he wasn't going to let her down.

There she was in her gorgeous baby blue sun dress, that hugged her body just right, her hair flowing effortlessly behind her in a low ponytail and the way her eyes seemed to trace his features put him in a trance, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hey Pete, nice evening" you said looking at the sunrise that was just starting to peak through the clouds.

"Hey angel, you look stunning." Peter said, you couldn't help the redness that was creeping up the back of your neck.

"So, we just gonna stand here all night," you broke the silents after having stood by the tall oak tree that hung just in front of the beach.

"That wouldn't be such a bad thing, standing here with my favourite person watching the sky change colours." he said making eye contact with you. If you thought you had butterflies before, you'd be wrong.

you look back towards the ocean, starring into his chocolate eyes was too much for your heart to take.

"Honestly, I am getting hungry-" you were cut off because looking back Peter had started to wander off toward the small path that lead to the sand.

"You coming, or you just gonna stand there and look pretty?" He gave you a cocky little smirk before you came skipping over.

He offered you his hand, which you took, it felt like your hands slotted together perfectly they were made to be together.

The sand was so soft between your wine colour toenails. Everything seemed perfect and right, the way water crashed softly onto the shore, the way Peters hand was stroking yours softly and the way you were here with him in this moment.

"Where are we going?" you exclaimed walking through the sand.

"I guess you'll just have to figure that one out angel, wanna go for a swim?" he said giving you a smirk that made your stomach flip.

"But I did my hair and makeup just for you, and besides i don't have bathers." you said the last bit trailing off slightly.

Thats when you felt two hands at either side of your waist and you realised the water was getting closer and closer.

"AAAAGGHHH, PETER I SAID NOT TO GET ME WET?!!?" you squealed fighting back in a hopeless attempt.

Peter although didn't care and picked you up bridal style running into the water. That cocky smirk on his face still. You braced for the cold sting of the ocean water.

You were soaked.

"So much for staying dry."

"Angel, you thought i was going to bring you to the beach and not expect you to get in the water? Besides, you look drop dead gorgeous in my arms, don't you think?" He said holding you in the water, faces merely centimetres apart.

Just when Peter thought you were finely about to kiss, you took the chance to swim back to shore.

"Where do you think you're going angel? I know i ruined your hair and makeup, but you still look effortlessly gorgeous." He said swimming after you.

"You better prove it to me, it took me ages to get ready." you shivered as you got out of the water, dress dripping.

"Come with me, I have something you might like." he said taking your hand in his.

"Last time you told me to follow you, i ended up cold and wet." you sighed, although you stilled followed him.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing, a beautiful picnic. Laid out with the fluffiest blankets and the most delicious food.

"This is too much, even for you Peter Parker." you said sitting down.

"Nothings too much for my angel, you deserve this and more." he sighed, pulling a blanket over the both of you, as you started eating the food.

Although he had just pulled you into the water, this is the best time you've ever had. The stars started peaking through the dark sky, a fire slowly crackled next to the both of you and you leaned on peter shoulder. Still cold but so perfect. No one was around to disturb the peace.

"I'm sorry for pulling you in the water earlier." Peter said holding you closely.

"It's okay. I'm still cold though. Seeing as I'm cold already I might as well-." you left it there standing up. You don't know what came over you but the confidence you had came on suddenly and you weren't willing to let it leave so soon.

you slowly pulled at the ends over your dress, taking it over your head.

Peters jaw dropped at the sight, his eyes traced your every curve and feature, he was in a trance starring at you.

"Your turn Parker. I thought you liked swimming?" you said reaching around to unclip the back of your bra.

Your tits on full display and Peter couldn't help but stare at you as you took off the last piece of clothing.

"Come on then, touching costs extra." you tantalised making your way down to the water. You knew no one would be down this end of the beach, not at this time and seeing as this was the least popular of the beaches in the town.

Peters cocky attitude suddenly left his body. He was shaking pulling his shirt over his hair. How could someone look that gorgeous? He was quick to remove the rest of his clothing.

"Thats pretty bold of you to do angel." he said swimming over to you.

"Says the one but ass naked too" you said his hands grabbing at the sides of your waist.

"You're so beautiful angel."

"Says you?" your faces were only inches apart, you could feel his breathe on yours.

His hand loosened from your side coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed on the end of your pump lips.

"Kiss me Peter" he didn't have to be told twice. His lips were on yours.

His lips were so soft and gentle on yours but harsh at the same time. It was better than you imagined. Your lips hungry attached to his, his tongue making entrance into yours. Tasting every single part of you.

you broke away out of breathe, but Peter just started kissing down the length of your jaw.

"Thank you."

"No thank you, angel." his head rested to yours as you both panted warm air into each others faces.

This was the moment you would remember for the rest of your life, this is how you wanted to spend the rest of your life.

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damnedparker · 2 years

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someone

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: a lil angsty, vague references to gwen stacy’s death

summary: peter learns to let himself have a someone in his life.

in my tasm peter parker brainrot era! takes place after tasm 2

Peter Parker was standing in your doorway, a sheepish smile on his face. A sight that was all-too common to you by now. You were never mad at him, not even at the beginning of your friendship in high school after he started showing up late. It was too hard with his big brown doe eyes and a smile that was always warm, even if it was laced with apologies for being late for the millionth time, I’m really sorry. Despite the high number of times you heard him rattle that off, it always felt genuine.

“You know, pizza doesn’t magically turn back time and make you get here when you originally promised to,” you stepped aside to let him in your apartment, taking the pizza box from him. This was almost routine by now: Peter, pizza, and movie nights. He flaked on almost everything, but always managed to make it to hang with you on these nights. He was even late for your high school graduation. It was strange, but nevertheless you were grateful.

In the first months after Gwen passed, you almost never saw him outside of a FaceTime call or two and college classes. It worried you to death, until he finally came to you and opened up. The two of you had already been close, but you became almost joined at the hip. You got the feeling Peter didn’t like to be alone too much anymore.

“Okay, okay, but it does soften the blow, right?” He raised an eyebrow, collapsing dramatically on your sofa in front of the TV. “I’ll let you pick the movie tonight. To make it up to you.”

“Pete,” you sigh, grabbing plates and drinks from your kitchen before joining him in your living room where he was slowly becoming one with the couch cushions. “You always let me pick in the first place.”

“And I will continue to do so as long as I continue to be late. As a gift to you,” He grinned, reaching over to squeeze your hand, touch feeling like fire to you. It always did.

“Gee, thanks, pal.” You remarked, staring at your movie collection and taking a thoughtful bite of your pizza slice. Eventually, without much thought, you popped in Empire Strikes Back.

Barely half an hour later, pizza box discarded and lights turned down, you and Peter were sprawled across the sofa together, your head on his shoulder with your favorite blanket around your shoulders. You had stopped paying attention to the movie for a while now, instead studying the blossoming bruises that were all over Peter’s right arm that you were currently resting against. You sat up, causing him to wince in pain.

“What happened, Pete? You get jumped or something?” You furrowed your brows in concern. It wasn’t abnormal for him to be bruised, in fact it was extremely common now, usually with the excuse being he fell while skateboarding. But by now, you knew damn well it wasn’t that. The amount of times you had seen him injured had grown exponentially since Gwen had passed.

“I’m okay, just fell—"

“Off your skateboard,” you finished for him, shaking your head. “I know this isn’t just a bad fall. None of these the past few months have been. Please talk to me, P. You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”

“I know,” he looked down at his lap, playing with the zipper on his hoodie. “I just- I can’t.”

“Why not?” You leaned forward in attempt to make eye contact, but he just looked completely away from you. “Peter, I care about you. Maybe more than I should. I promise you, whatever it is, it’s safe with me. Maybe I can help whatever is going on. I don’t like seeing you hurt.” He stared forward, eyes on the TV but clearly not watching what was on it. You sighed, running a hand through your hair and throwing your blanket behind you as you stood from the sofa. You paced around the coffee table, beginning to ramble in an attempt for him to say anything at all. “I mean, I know you don’t get those level of bruises from your skateboard. You’ve been skating since you were eleven years old, I’ve seen you. You don’t fall that much, even when you’re at the skatepark. Just tell me what it is,” you stopped pacing in front of the TV in an attempt to get him to look at you. He just covered his face with his hands. “What am I supposed to believe? You might as well be fucking Spider-man or something, getting beaten up every night with how many times I’ve cleaned you up.” His hands came away from his face, eyes widened, and he looked up at you in shock. You were taken aback at his genuine reaction, and then something clicked. “Oh my god, I was kidding, but you—”

“I’m not—”

“You’re always late. Always beaten up. You acted weird for months in high school the same time Spider-man started popping up,” you turned away from him, running your hands through your hair frantically now. Then your voice got quiet. “And Gwen...” A hand landed on your shoulder, turning you around. The two of you looked at each other for a while, until you noticed something under the collar of his hoodie. You slowly reached up, with slightly shaking hands. You were already convinced, but as the zipper came down just enough to see the black spider embedded into the red suit covering his chest, the confirmation shook you probably more than it should. And then, the first thing that came out of your mouth without any thought. “All this time, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I never knew how,” he shrugged, placing his hand over yours that was still lingering in disbelief on his chest. “And I just… it’s too dangerous. I don’t— I wouldn’t be able to handle it if something were to happen to you. I...” Tears creeped into his eyes. You looked up at him, suddenly very aware at how close your faces were. Your heart was racing faster than it ever had, even around Peter, and if you leaned just a little closer, your lips would be on his. You could barely breathe as he started leaning in, and just as his mouth began to brush yours, he paused and leaned away. It felt like a sucker punch to the gut when he moved even further away, shaking his head to himself.

“Peter—”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, then began walking towards the door. You reached for his arm, but he pulled away too quickly.

“Peter, wait—” You were cut off by a slam, leaving you alone in your apartment.

It had been a week since Peter almost kissed you. You had tried to call him multiple times, for the first three days. Every time your face popped up on his phone screen, he threw it across the room. He was lucky his phone hadn’t shattered yet.

Ever since he lost Gwen, he just couldn’t handle anything. Every emotion was multiplied by ten. Every little thing that went wrong ignited the hurt all over again. It only started to get better when he eventually broke down and began to confide in you. It was like releasing his soul from a prison. He still hurt, God did he hurt, but you made it better. You listened, offered comfort, and distractions when he needed them. Eventually, you began to hang out nearly every other day, and he had miraculously started attending his college courses again just to see you. It was like a cure to everything shitty that he was going through. You were his own personal ray of sunshine, keeping him safe from all the violent thunderstorms that plagued his mind when he was alone. The only other thing that kept him occupied was Spider-man. He had thrown himself into that work full-stop, not caring about how exhausted or how many injuries he endured. The only thing that mattered was saving people. He would never let anyone down again. He didn’t think he could take it.

And then something happened.

He realized he had fallen in love with you. It was wonderful. And made him feel so guilty.

Gwen had left a hole in his heart that he never thought would heal. But you came along and not only healed it, helped keep that part with Gwen intact, the happy memories of her safe. Standing alongside it in solidarity, protecting his heart from dealing with that pain again. Nobody could replace her, nobody ever would. But that didn’t mean he couldn't love someone again. And god, did he love you.

It was hard not to constantly hold your hand, not have his arm around you, or play with your hair. Sometimes, in those late-night, sleepy study breaks, he could hold you, be close to you, and it wouldn’t be weird because the two of you were so sleep-deprived. He cherished those moments, when your eyelids drooped and you giggled loudly at his stupid jokes, feeling almost drunk from the exhaustion. You were the cutest thing he had ever seen, snuggling into your favorite throw blanket, sometimes pulling him in with you and reading the weekly textbook chapters aloud to him before the words became slurred, drifting off until you had fallen asleep.

Peter was absolutely fucked.

He knew this for sure when he almost kissed you. And he knew it yet again, as he perched on the roof of the building across from your window, in the pouring rain, watching you try and fail to focus on some homework assignment that wasn’t even due until the next week. He could tell you were hurt, troubled, and unable to focus. But you were forcing yourself to try so you didn’t have to think about what was bothering you. It seemed to work for a few minutes as he watched you.

And then you started crying. And, oh, seeing that broke him.

You were crying because of him. Stupid Peter Parker, the idiot who couldn’t handle kissing someone new; specifically, a someone who didn’t mind when he held your hand just to feel your touch, or fell asleep on you after a night on patrol. Someone who always had a place for him to crash, bandages to fix him after a bad fight that he could never even explain to you. You opened your heart and your home to him with little questions, even when those questions didn’t get an answer. He didn’t deserve you. And he was scared because he still wanted you. Needed you. But there he was. Swinging across to your window, ripping off his mask, tapping on your window until you finally noticed above the thunderstorm.

You looked up through tears at your window, a soaked Peter Parker in his Spider-man suit standing there, with the same sheepish smile on his face as when he showed up at your apartment late just a week ago before everything had become grey and dreary.

You could just shut your curtains, ignore him, leave him out in the rain. He left right after he almost kissed you and revealed a secret he’d been hiding for years. Ignored you for the better part of a week to avoid any kind of discussion about it. But who would you be if you let yourself be mad at your best friend? Your Peter?

You opened your window.

“You know, it’s creepy to wait outside someone’s window. Especially when they’re on the seventh floor,” You sniffled, trying your best to pretend like you weren’t just crying. “And when you’re wearing spandex.”

“You don’t think it suits me?” He tilted his head, that sheepish smile still spread across his lips, wet hair hanging over his forehead. You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to remind yourself that he had ignored you for a week.

“Peter, I was worried sick about you. Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“I’m sorry, I just—” He sucked in a sharp breath, looking at you apologetically. “I don’t have any excuses. I’m just sorry. I’m so sorry.” His voice was shaking now as he tried not to cry. You didn’t say anything, rushing forward to hug him tightly. Peter buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply and trying to calm himself down. Seconds soon became minutes before you had the strength to let go of him, your shirt now soaked because of the rain outside.

“You’re making a puddle on my floor, come on.” You told him softly, leading him to your bathroom. He stood in the doorway, watching as you brought him a change of clothes, ones he probably had left here so long ago that they just became a part of your closet. You left him to change, and he quickly did so, hanging his now wet Spidey suit on your bathtub.

“Where did you find this shirt? I thought I had lost it months ago,” Peter approached you where you were sitting on the edge of your desk in your bedroom. You pushed yourself to stand again, shrugging.

“You left it here forever ago… It kind of became a part of my pajamas.” Even in the dim light of just your desk lamp, he could see your cheeks flush. Why on earth were you so goddamn cute?

“Thank you for keeping it safe,” he came even closer until he was as close as he was just that single week ago in your living room. “You were always better at taking care of things than me.��

“Says the guy that saves people’s lives every night,” you raised an eyebrow at him, with a small, but proud smile.

“I can’t save everyone,” Peter murmured, grabbing your hand. You sucked in a nervous breath. “That’s what scares me.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he squeezed your hand. You squeezed back, placing your other hand on his chest.

“I know, Pete,” you told him softly. “But this—Spider-man—isn’t required of you. You’re only one person. And somehow, you do more than even half this city tries to. You care more about them. You keep me safe every day, and I know that won’t change. Even if something happens to me, I know it won’t be because of you. Because I know you would break every part of you to keep other people from harm. Even if it tears you apart,” You moved a hand up to caress his cheek, running a thumb over a healing bruise on his face. “And I would do the same for you in a heartbeat, you know that, right?” Peter looked at you for a long moment, letting go of your hand to hug you again.

“I don’t deserve you,” his voice shook from where his chin rested on top of your head. His arms squeezed you tight. Somehow, even after just being out in a downpour, he was warmer than ever. “And I don’t even have you.”

“You’ve always had me.” You whispered. Peter pulled back from the hug to look at you again. His forehead rested against yours. “If you want.”

“Yeah,” he let out a small laugh, kissing your cheek softly. “I need you, you know.”

“Of course you do, bug boy, you wouldn’t survive without me.”

“After this week, I know that for certain,” he rubbed his nose against yours affectionately before meeting your eyes with his again. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

#peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker #tasm #tasm peter parker x reader #spider-man x reader #andrew garfield spider-man #my fics

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 2 years

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Moon Daisy

Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield TASM)

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Plus Size! Fem identifying Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: T (for making out???)

Warnings: Mostly teeth rotting fluff, very sweet, a little bit of apprehension about being too heavy for Peter to pick you up, but no negative self talk. I mean it when I say this is sweet. You might want to make a dental appointment.

Summary: He’s been trying to convince you to let him take you for a swing around the city for months, ever since he first told you he was Spider-Man. You’ve been a little apprensive, not sure about being picked up for the first time in, well, years.

Moon daisy - beauty and innocence; childlike playfulness; gentleness; I will think of it; strength

Notes: Is this a series? Just using plant names? Idk. Let me know what you think of this one guys!

I did the maths, so canonically he can lift like 10 tons which is 20,000 pounds so, I think you’re good, babe. You think you’re too heavy? Not for my man, Peter. He gotchu. This boy with throw you over his shoulder okay, he loves you so damn much, he’s so tall to contain all that love.

There are a few things in life that don’t happen to you, all of them relatively inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, some of them a little more heartbreaking. One of those things is being picked up and tossed about. The moment you hit middle-school your parents stopped picking you up, claiming you were too heavy and throughout your schooling and college years you’d always been considered too big and heavy for piggyback rides or bridal carries or, well, any sort of carrying..

You’d never had a boyfriend who tried, or seemed in the slightest bit interested in picking you up. You never asked either. At some point in your teens you’d simply accepted that you weren't made to be lifted, you were fat and beautiful, but people just wouldn’t or couldn’t lift you. Now in your twenties Peter Parker was really testing what you knew about yourself and what you were or were not built for.

“Peter, I’m too heavy! I’m not…I’m not the sort of girl that you pick up.” You were warding off his hands as they kept reaching for your waist. It was sweet that your boyfriend wanted to take you for a swing around the city, but impractical, in your eyes, to expect him to lift and carry you around the city for any amount of time.

“That’s bullshit,” Peter can’t help but point a finger at you as if that’ll drive the point home. The concept that you just ‘weren’t that sort of girl’ was bizarre to him and he wanted to know what idiot planted that seed in your head. “I’m literally Spider-Man, c’mon! I can literally lift a car or a bus, I think I can pick my beautiful girlfriend up and take her for a swing around the city.”

“I don’t know, Peter…I haven’t been picked up since I was like six…”

“Hey,” He cups your round cheeks in his hands, drawing you close. Doe brown eyes boring into your own, the ridiculously infuriatingly charming smirk twisting the corner of his mouth, “All I wanna do today is pick my beautiful, amazing, funny, talented, brilliant girlfriend up and show her the time of her life. You gonna let me do that, pretty lady?”

You let out a groan at him, “That’s not fair!” You turn away from him with your groan, glaring at him over your shoulder.

“What’s not fair, pretty lady?” He knows, he does know. He’s known from the first time he called you that, that it makes you a little weak behind the knees. That it gets that adorable little embarrassed smile from you, that it makes you giggly. It’s his favourite thing to call you, simply because he knows you love it.

“That!” You point an accusatory finger towards him. You know he knows what you’re talking about. The infuriating little grin on his face, the one that shows his dimples is out. He’s a terrible liar.

“What? What? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You know I…” You groan again, turning to face him as he takes a step closer to you, the grin softening to something sweeter. Less frustrating but still ridiculous. So ridiculous how he riles you up in the best sort of way.

“You…?” His hands make it to your wide hips, pulling you closer until you bump against him. This close you can see the stubble that’s starting to grow on his jaw from him missing one too many shaves this week, it makes him look older, more rugged than the twenty-five year old nerd you’re dating. It looks good on him though, a little too good.

“I can’t say no to you when you call me that…”

“You are though…you’re my pretty lady. So, so pretty…” He means it, you know he does. He never fails to remind you that he thinks you're beautiful, it doesn't matter what other people have told you in the past. He never fails to look at you, all of you from your messy morning hair to your back rolls and the spot you always get on your chin, and still he thinks you're beautiful. He melts you every time and you're very ready to say ‘Yes, you damn webhead, swing me around the city’, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

The way you melt for him is all the distraction he needs to get his arms underneath your legs and lift you up into his arms. “Peter!” You wrap your arms tight around his neck at the sudden change in perspective.

“See, what did I tell ya? Easy. Not even a problem!” He swings you around the room in his arms and as much as you try to put on a grumpy face, to frown at him and pretend like he’s the absolute worst, you can’t.

Peter swings you back and forth and tosses you about as if you weigh nothing and it brings a bright sort of laughter out of you, that has your nose scrunching up and your eyes crinkling at the corners. He can’t look away from your smile.

“There’s that smile I love!”

He swings you about some more before slowly coming to a stop, you’re breathing hard from the sheer intensity of your laughter but the giggles dissipate at the look he gives you. It’s so utterly soft, so deeply in love that it steals your breath away. Sometimes you wonder how you managed to capture Peter’s attention, he was a complete package, a ten out of ten, and he chose you. You weren’t sure there was a person alive who’d be good enough for Peter Parker, he was just too damn perfect.

“Wanna go for a ride now, pretty lady?”

You hate heights, hate them, but he looks so eager to take you around the city and…and you want to, you really do. So you mentally pull your big girl pants on. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Okay, well, wrap your legs around me,” You do as instructed, thick thighs wrapping tight around his hips crossing behind his back, your arms wrapping around his neck tight enough to hold on but mindful not to choke him, “there we go, just like that. I’m gonna have to put the mask on, and then we can go.”

It’s kind of impressive how Peter manages to get the mask on while you’re in his arms like that, but you don’t have long to dwell on it before he’s walking out onto your fire escape and wrapping his arm tight around you. “You ready?”

You look up at him clearly a little bit scared and he tightens his arm in response, “I’m not gonna drop you. I’ve got you, pretty lady.”

“If you drop me Peter Benjamin Parker I will haunt you for the rest of your life.” You mean it. You don’t know if ghosts exist, but you’ll find a way to come back and you will haunt him for the rest of his life and into the after-life as well if you can.

“At least you’d make a cute ghost” There’s that stupid smirk of his again, that has you open mouthed and gaping at him.

“That’s not the po-Ahhh!” You’re cut off by your own screaming as Peter takes that moment to jump from the fire escape.

The feeling of free falling is absolutely terrifying for those few seconds before he shoots out a web to catch the next building and then you’re gliding through the air and…and it’s magical.

Each drop is exhilarating, kind of terrifying, but still exciting. But, those moments in between? Where you’re swinging smoothly through the night sky, the street lights flashing by like colourful stars? It’s amazing and you can’t help but gape in awe. Peter watches you between making sure he doesn’t swing into anything, and everytime he does his chest feels tight in the best sort of way. You look beautiful all the time, but there’s something about the lights glimmering off your eyes and the look of wonder that only heightens his feeling of love towards you.

You can see how Peter became addicted to this, to swinging through the streets of New York night after night, watching the lights flash by and the people below. It’s breathtaking and you can’t believe you’d denied him this opportunity for so long, to see part of his world.

Finally you settle on the Empire State building, Peter’s favourite place to go when he needs a break, to clear his head. A place he wants to show you, to share with you. The air is cooler up here, but the bracing breeze is refreshing after all the excitement of swinging through the city.

“I’ve never been up here…” You watch as Peter takes his mask off, his brown hair sticking up in all sorts of odd ways, has you reaching out to try to smooth it down. It doesn’t work. It’s adorable.

“Really? You’ve never been to the Empire State?”

“I guess I just never found the time…” You weren’t a native New Yorker and in the time you’d lived in the city your focus had been on work, then on Peter and your friends as well. You hadn’t done as much sight seeing as perhaps you should have, although tonight you’d seen a lot of the city.

“Well, what do you think?” Peter opens his arms wide, gesturing to the view of New York city and you lean on the railing next to him.

“It’s beautiful.” The city lights sparkle and glisten and for a city that can seem so difficult at times, it reminds you that there’s always a bigger picture. That there’s truly some magnificent things to see if you don’t get so caught up in the daily.

He leans beside you, turning you to face him. The two of you inch closer and closer together until your foreheads touch, you smile softly up at him and once again wonder how you got this lucky.

“You’re beautiful.” He reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing across the soft round skin. You glance off to the side with a bashful smile, he always seems to make you shy even after dating for a year you just can’t help it. He makes you giddy, like a schoolgirl.

“You’re cheesy.” Yet, still you wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. There’s barely any space between the two of you, hips to hips, stomach to stomach, chest to chest.

“You love it.” You’re the only person in his world at that moment, the noise of the city below feels distant, the blaring of car horns a non-issue. Peter’s simply captivated by the way you bite your bottom lip, how you look up at him underneath your lashes, sexy and beautiful and devastating without even trying to be. That’s what gets him the most, how effortlessly you seem to just shake his world.

“No, I just love you.” You say it so simply, like it's not a big deal, and maybe it's not. You’ve said it before, it's not a new confession. You tell each other you love each other every single time you part and every time you see each other again.

For Peter it feels like the first time. Maybe it's the nighttime atmosphere, or the fact you finally let him take you for a swing or maybe, maybe it's just you, but he can’t help but draw you into a passionate kiss, his lips consuming yours as if it's the only way for him to breathe.

He grips your hips tight, fingers digging into the soft meat there and that’s something about your body he loves, how it gives to him, dimples and dips and curves around him. It only makes him want you more.

Your hands dive into his hair tugging at the brown strands and he can’t help the groan that he lets out against your lips, you just manage to do something to him every time. You kiss until you can’t breathe anymore, pulling apart to gasp for air like you’ve run a marathon. His nose presses into your cheek, dimpling the skin before placing a soft kiss there, gentler than the last kiss you just shared.

Peter’s lips move to the shell of your ear, whispering quietly, afraid to break the moment, the feeling that seems to surround the two of you, “I’m…I’m never gonna forget this moment, never. God, you don’t know how much I love you.”

“I think I have an idea, Webhead.”

He drives you crazy, but God, do you love him for it.

#tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker reader insert #spider-man #spider-man reader insert #plus size reader

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bri3ll3 · 2 years

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nice to meet you peter

pairing: peter parker (andrew garfield) x black!reader

summary: after a little brawl with flash you help peter parker.

warnings: bullying

authors note: i’ll probably make a part two to this and i’m so glad to see everyone is enjoying my the amazing spider-man content, i will definitely keep it going :)

i walked out into the court yard and saw everyone standing in a big group circle around what was probably flash terrorizing some poor kid. i walked over to the circle and saw flash kicking the living shit out a some kid, no one helped him at all, they just sat back at watch.

“flash” i call just he keeps yelling “eugene” i yell even louder catching his attention. “what the fuck are you doing, are you fucking crazy” i yell, getting in his face.

“back off y/n” he says, pissing me off more “no flash you keep doing this shit you’re going to end up suspended or even worse in jail, calm the fuck down, why are you beating the shit out of him in the first place” i ask and he looks around embarrassed.

“oh let me guess he wouldn’t take a picture of you terrorizing another kid” flash’s face is the definition of embarrassment “yeah i heard, you’re fucking sick flash, you are damn near a grown ass man bullying kids, grow a fucking pair” i yell at him and the whole crowd goes into uproar, i roll my eyes as i walk over to the guy laying on the ground.

i kneel down in front of him and turn him over so he’s facing me “hey you alright” i ask and he nods, wincing lightly. i smile at him, he’s cute, he’s got fluffy brown hair and brown doe eyes.

“i’m y/n” i introduce myself and he smile one of the cutest smiles i’ve ever seen. “im peter parker” he says and i smile. “nice to meet you peter parker” i mumble as i scan over him, making sure he doesn’t have any injuries.

i look around and notice the crowd is gone, i help him sit up against the wall behind us “i’m going to lift your shirt up to check and see if you have any broken ribs ok” i ask and he nods but doesn’t look at me.

i lift his shirt and gently feel around his rib area and chest area, luckily i don’t feel anything abnormal. “you got really lucky parker, the most you’ll have is come bruising so i suggest you ice it ok” i smile as he blushes nods shyly.

“you’re cute” i comment and he smiles “really” he asks and i nod. “i think you’re cute” he says and i feel my face grow hot, “really” i ask mocking him and we both laugh.

“hey you two” someone yells from across the way “get to class” the teacher yells making the both of us giggle quietly.

“yes sir” peter yells, i get up and grab my bag before grabbing peters hand and helping him up. “you know we have the next bell together” i say and he looks at me and smiles. “yeah we do” he says grabbing his bag.

as we walk down the halls of the school we get to know more about each other, the more he talks the more he grows on me. he’s funny, sweet, cute, and incredibly smart.

once we got to class there was only a little bit of time left so i sit and listen to what our teacher has to say for the next couple of minutes.

when the bell rings i get up and walk out of the class and wait at the door for peter, when he shows up i smile and he smiles back. “well i gotta get going but it was nice meeting you peter parker” i say and he smiles “it was nice meeting you too and thank you for you know helping me” he thanks and i smile before waving and walking away.

“hey” i hear from behind me, i stop and look over to see peter running towards me. “do you wanna go grab something to eat after school, it’s on me” he asks and i smile “yeah that’d be great” i say and he smiles.

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peter and i were at his favorite skate park, we had already eaten and he asked if i wanted to go somewhere, of course i said yes since i wanted to spend more time with him.

“you’re telling me you’ve never ridden a skate board” he asks like it’s the worst thing ever. “no” i say and he looks at me like i’m crazy. “you are today” he says making me giggle.

“alright hold onto my shoulders” i do as he says and place my hands on his shoulders, “now step on the board” he instructs and i step on the board, he places his hands on my waist and i feel my heart beat pick up.

“ok now i’m going to walk and you’re going to hold onto me ok” he say and i nod, he starts to walk and the board moves and i smile wide as we start to move a little faster and i start giggling uncontrollably.

when we stop peter looks at me with a big smile on his face “you’re so adorable when you smile” he says and i feel my face grow hot. i look away from him to hide it but he hooks his finger under my chin and makes me look at him.

he leans in and i close my eyes as our lips touch, the kiss is slow and sweet. i move my hand to the side of his neck and he pulls me closer and i move my opposite hand on his shoulder.

once we pull away i rest my forehead on his, “wow” he says and i smile, “yeah” i whisper as he chuckles. “so i guess this means i get to take you out on another date” he asks and i laugh and nod.

“great, good, yeah” he stumbles over his words before smiling, “come one let’s get you home” he says picking up his skateboard, he grabs my hand and i interlock my fingers with his.

once we get to my house peter pulls me into him and leans down to kiss me, i smile and kiss him back. once we pull apart i look at him and smile “thank you for tonight” i thank and he smiles “yeah, thank you for looking out” he thanks and i smile.

“i’ll see you tomorrow peter” i get on my tippy toes and kiss his cheek before walking towards my door, “oh i forgot” i say running back to him, “phone” i say holding my hand out and he puts it in my hand and i type my number and name in his phone before handing it back to him.

“night peter”

“goodnight y/n”

#Spotify #black!reader #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x woc #peter parker x reader #the amazing spider man #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield #the amazing spider man imagine #briellewrites☁️

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ceriseeclipse · 3 years

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Dark Skies

The Signs’ Face Claims

I had this idea for a while: Personification of the signs. I always wanted to write a story that presents the signs as people, with the same features and personalities that the signs are said to have, living their lives, interacting with each other. Here are a few ideas for each character, if I get to the actual story, the characters will develop a lot of course. Please inbox me your feedback, if you would be interested in a story as such.

Here’s an idea for the face claims. (the actors’ actual sun signs don’t have anything to do with their roles):

Henry Cavill as Aries, the impulsive soldier.Strong-minded and brave, but a hot-head, which makes him dangerous in a fight. He often throws caution to the wind and goes straight to the point, which he may regret later. He lives for today, is initiative and ambitious, lacks certain gentleness, humility and sense of social act, hurts people without even intending to. He’s restless, vital and always looks for new challenges and adventures. Deep-set eyes and dark eyebrows give him the severe, serious but handsome look. He’s not into love, but does like sex. He rarely gets attached to people, only lives for war and winning battles.

Zoë Kravitz as Taurus, the confident, self-sufficient, but sensitive girl. You can rely on her, she’s honest and respects good manners. Patient and cautious, she knows what she wants and won’t let anyone stop her. She keeps her feet firmly on the ground, doesn’t like to dream or wish, she strongly believes that if you want something enough, you have to go and get it. She’s practical and responsible, but easier to break than she’ll ever show. She loves strongly, and passionately, has a big, loving heart, but knows when to let go, she doesn’t put herself down for anyone. Her doe-like, big, brown eyes will make you trust her with your life. She is exactly who a woman should be, if you could say that, confident, strong, independent and intelligent.

Tom Hiddleston as Gemini, the sweet and funny, blonde, curly-haired sunny-boy. He can seamlessly change everything, from style, ideas to work or partner. He is easy to adjust to significant changes. Surrounded by a little nervous energy, he is brilliant but sometimes emotionally unstable. Being bisexual, he likes to sleep around with different people, but doesn’t really mean to intentionally hurt anyone, he just expects other people to take life and relationships as easily as he does. He’s humorous, energetic and cheerful, but doesn’t let anyone see his sensitive side, that’s why his mysterious way seems very attractive.

Andrew Garfield as Cancer, the typical sweet boy, who likes to play with fire and often gets burned. He can go from being in a great mood to suicidal thoughts in a second. His heart is easy to break and he doesn’t know how to get over it. Trying to bring an order to his chaotic feelings, he starts writing. For himself at first, but that’s how his talent as a writer gets discovered. It helps at first, but his vulnerable nature wants him to take revenge on those who hurt him, which starts to destroy him slowly.

Madelaine Petsch as Leo, the Queen Bee in Louboutins. She likes expensive clothes, always looks flawless and knows it. She appears even more confident than she actually is. As a struggling actress, her life hasn’t been the easiest. Trusting and a little naive, she’s often been used and lied to. She likes to manipulate people, but sometimes ends up being manipulated herself. Trying hard to hide her generous, forgiving heart, she thinks that the key to success is heartlessness and diamonds. Her brutally honest personality gave her the name of a “bitch”, which she enjoys at times, it gives her a painful kind of satisfaction to be hated, but admired at the same time. Her long, red hair perfectly matches her ever-red lips and green eyes, that roll so often. She enjoys her naturally good looks and knows how to use it for her best.

Jamie Chung as Virgo, the beautiful healer. She’s a doctor, she lives for helping people. But the sad truth is, she doesn’t always know how to help herself. Being a gorgeous, strong woman, she is full of insecurities, no one can understand. She is ready to sacrifice herself for others, even people she doesn’t know, because her own life doesn’t mean anything to her. Attentive, with great analytical skills, she seems to see everyone's personality through, she sees when somebody’s hurting, when somebody's lying, her eyes don’t miss out on anything. She loves to bring order into the chaotic life, and tries to make the world a better place by being considerate and organized. Being wealthy, she doesn’t like expensive and unnecessary luxuries. Taurus is her soulmate, but unfortunately, there are many struggles that come in their way. Their love is beautiful and innocent, but leaves them both heartbroken, more than once.

Shay Mitchell as Libra, the girl next door. She has always been a girl who went by unnoticed. A wallflower kind of girl as they say. She never minds, she doesn’t like to show off, doens’t like to shine. Simple clothes and sneakers, ponytail and barely any make-up, that is her every day look. She has a soft personality and knows how to handle troubles, a diplomat, religious, fair, justice has always been important to her. People usually think that she is a depressed teenager, but that isn’t true, life is going as she wishes it to go. She doesn’t like to be pushed, pressured, she prefers to leave responsibility to others. Sometimes, she feels a little basic, that’s all. But the girl will find her place in this world very soon.

Michael Ealy as Scorpio, the blue-eyed devil. Despite what people said, he isn’t all that bad. The often call him “the evil eye”, if your eyes meet, you always move first. He can kill you with a look, undress you with a look, send you to hell with only one look. He’s never easy, everything is important to him and he takes everything seriously. All around him is black or white, nothing in between. The only people he can call friends seem more like loyal servants. It feels like he never tells the truth, he’s mysterious to a fault and will never tell you his opinion about anything. Don’t do him wrong, he will never let you leave with it. He scars a lot of people. Not always intentionally, just by being himself.

Will Smith as Sagittarius, the short-tempered cop. He’s charismatic and respectful, a real fighter for justice. Straightforward, he will shoot arrows, he can’t leave anything unspoken. If you’re in the wrong, he’ll make you crack. He does have strong relationships with people, but only the ones who deserve it in his opinion. Quite tolerant, he will accept a lot of your flaws, but never cross a line, he can cut you out of his life in a second. He’s living on the edge, taking risks, jumps into danger, whether it’s about work or love. Being short-tempered, he gets angry fast, screams, even gets physical, but calms down fast and often regrets it. He does have a good soul, but not many get to see it. Mostly, all they see is a man fighting for the good in any possible ways.

Keanu Reeves as Capricorn, the lone wolf. He never really needed anyone. He was fine being alone. Growing up in an orphanage, he was used to it. Not knowing love, no one to care about. But still, he got through, fought for his degree, became a teacher, not even knowing what for. He doesn't really fall in love, he doesn't really get attached, he doesn't really need it. His good looks and seemingly cool nature attracts a lot of people, he’s interesting, mysterious behind closed doors. But no one really knows him, not even himself. At times, it feels like he's ready, to be a part of the world, to take care of people, but he struggles to believe that anyone would put up with him. He always was so ambitious, so determined, but he came to a point where nothing makes sense anymore. That's the moment he meets him. Better said, he reads his book. A book about retaliation.

Margot Robbie as Aquarius, the sharp-tongued beauty. She grew through struggles and insecurities, which turned her into this perfect human being. She was abused, betrayed and had to fight to survive, just to become a brilliant thief. She’s a woman who gets what she wants, with her intelligence and incredible looks. She considers herself a visionary, she has her ambitions and desires, she’s close to the spiritual world and has a great imagination. Overly dramatic at times, she knows her worth, and knows others better than they know themselves. People bore her quite easily, she expects mystery and entertainment from others. Sexually passionate, she suffers from lack of permanent feelings. Her life has to be a never-ending adventure.

Jared Leto as Pisces, the lost soul. He'a a musician, struggling with drugs and alcohol abuse. His curious and creative mind can't manage between his will to get inspiration and his addictions. He always needs more, whether it's whiskey, love or music, he can never stop. At times, it feels like he's at the end, that he can't do it anymore, but only one shot, and he's back, writing, singing, playing guitar. He falls in love with creative souls like himself, struggling, even dying. For him, it's always over. Every day, can be his last and all he does is singing, dreaming, he always took the path of least resistance.

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Guys !!! I am back! First of all, I hope all of y’all (your friends, family, pets! too) are doing alright. Keep safe! Wash your hands! Don’t go out if not necessary! Kisses! Kisses! Kisses! Alright, alright, let’s do this shall we? Same shit applies. [Here is Part 1 & 2 btw ]

The themes of the stories on this list varies, I’m either into something heart-warming, fluffy, domestic that sort of stuff or into some really really heavy and dark messed up ones. (READ THE TAGS) It always depends on the mood am I right? *wink wink*

It’s always gonna be smutty though lol

As long as it’s tastefully written, whatever kinky shit, I can be into it, I don’t judge the writer (they give us free content y’all, who are we to judge??) With that being said if I add something straight up messed up here now/or in the future, don’t come for meh, just mind the tags of the fic, for your own discretion if anything.

this list should be Wade Wilson/Peter Parker - Spiderman/Deadpool pairing only. I kinda like my babies greedy/possessive for/of each other.

READ THE TAGS.

I don’t care who tops or bottoms. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summaries are taken directly from the fanfic’s summary.

Read the tags first!

Deluge (this is such a good boi, this fic is a good boy!) Weapon X chose Wade Wilson because of several factors in his life. He was a preternatural. He had extraordinary abilities that could be expanded upon. The cancer just made him desperate enough to agree to whatever they wanted to do with him.They didn't just turn him immortal. They destroyed his very soul, tearing him apart and shaping him into something new and never seen before. They took everything he had been and left him with ashes and bones. Soulless.He killed his creators and went on with his life.Then he met Spider-Man.Things started to change.Something inside him, something that had come out of the ashes and was a nightmarish, terrible thing, sat up and took notice. An intense, single-minded notice.

The Perks of Working Third Shift An AU in which Wade is wandering the globe and ends up in NYC where he meets the absolute most perfect man he's ever seen who's working third shift at a quick mart. Even better, the man seems happy to flirt back. Wade makes it his mission to score a date.Peter stopped dating a long time ago, but Wade's flirtations, energetic attitude, and hilarious comments make it hard for Peter not to enjoy the attention. But will all of that be ruined if Wade finds out his secret?

Better Like This (Listen, NotEvenCloseToStraight’s Spideypool works are amazing, read all of em, honestly just check out ALL the works of the writers on my list because if I list everything, this is gonna be a long ass list) No one knows Spider-Man is an Omega. Not the newspapers, not the NYPD, and certainly not the overly loud, definitely obnoxious, sort-of-a-good-guy, completely Alpha, Deadpool. And Peter would like it to stay that way. But when he drops into an unexpected heat, Deadpool is the only person he can call to help, and how quickly the Alpha switches from shouting dirty innuendos to whispering comforting things really throws Peter for a loop. After sharing a heat, Peter is convinced that Wade is his Alpha, and is ready to take him as his mate, but Wade rejects him. Wade knows that a man like him wouldn’t make anyone a good mate, much less a perfect, pretty Omega like Peter. So he says no, pushes the Omega away and unable to even work together anymore, they go their separate ways. Peter is devastated, heartbroken, seeking comfort in the arms of another Alpha, and all Wade can do is watch from a distance, and keep telling himself that he is doing the right thing, sparing Peter a life of disappointment and pain. Peter deserves better than him as a Mate, and one day Peter will understand. It’s Better This Way. But is it really?(Peter is Andrew Garfield)

Use Me Peter wants to help Wade. Wants to make him feel beautiful, wants to make him feel wanted... Wants to put out the fire in his own gut whenever he sees the merc for what he really is. He does.

Double Mint Gum Wade decides that only one of his fine-ass self just isn't enough

Spider Spidey (SPIDERY SPIDEY!)

Bleed the Water Red Peter and Deadpool are held captive by a super-villain that has an inclination for torture. After she boasts her untarnished record at never having hurt a child or teenager, Peter is forced to break the truth to both her and Deadpool.“Did you know I have a perfect record?” The villain collects a rusted pocket knife, tracing it up Peter’s arm, over his shoulders, down to his collarbone, as though considering where to cut. Peter focuses on controlling his breathing, fear twisting awfully in his belly. “You may look down on me, Mr. Spider-Man, but for all the righteous suffering I inflict, I’ve never hurt a child. Not once.”“Y'know, I don’t think you do,” Peter blurts. At his words, Deadpool's stare intensifies. “Have a perfect, non-child harming record, that is.”

Don’t Keep Me Waiting Peter's 90% sure Wade likes him. Or at least he was sure. When you almost jerk off in front of the friend you're definitely not pathetically pining for and they never mention it again, it makes you doubt yourself. Peter knows he should probably just ask what the fuck is going on, but where's the angsty fun in that?

Sometimes When We Touch Peter answers a Craigslist ad for someone who is willing to pay for some unspecified physical contact/sex because he's just that broke. He's surprised to find out Wade Wilson is the one who posted the ad, but thinks he can still manage just fine even when the man explains he'd like him to wear a special costume for the occasion. Of course things become a little more complicated when Wade reveals the outfit he's chosen: a shockingly accurate Spider-Man suit

Sunflower 26 and standing at the head of Parker Industries, Peter feels young in every way. He doesn't know himself, he lacks a lot of experience, and he's struggling to get a grip on what he thinks of the merc with the mouth, an absolute force who has starting pushing his desires in a direction that terrifies him.He desperately tries to come to terms with sexuality, even when it means dragging Wade flat on his face.Takes place after the dance scene in Spider-man/Deadpool, with important plot details omitted. Follows these two through extreme character growth.

Two Thirds of a Whole (I honestly felt weird about this one, but eh, maybe someone who’s into it would appreciate it) Peter Parker and Wade Wilson, finding Vanessa dead and having never met, assume the second body is their other soulmate. When they meet in a market ten years later, they both have a chance they never thought they would get again-- a chance at love.But can they find a way to be happy as two thirds of a whole?

Holding Back The thing about not being able to die is that it makes everything so dreadfully boring. Seriously, immortality's a bitch. So, you gotta keep things interesting. How else are you supposed to get through the day without going insane? Well, more insane.Wade wants to be a hero, but fighting bad guys isn't enough to keep things interesting. Wooing Spider-Man might help, though. And exploring his kinks definitely will. Of course, he never thought anything would come of either of these things. Boy, was he wrong!

Missed You (Imagine me covering me shyly covering my face for this ehehe) “Wade,” Peter whines, pulling off Wade’s mask and catching his lips in a deep kiss. All he can smell is leather and sweat and gunpowder, and he’s already embarrassingly hard. Wade comes home from a mission. Peter missed him. A lot.

Big Peter can't stop looking at and thinking about Wade's great big arms and shoulders and hands and back. He's fine. (He's not fine.)

Slip of the Tongue Sometimes Peter can forget how big Wade is, how much presence he has. Right now is not the time. His heart rabbits in his chest as he swallows, looking up. There’s always something there when Wade’s looking at him, something predatory, that makes Peter nervous and wanting, shivering hot all over.

Wade The Cat “Aw don’t be afraid little buddy, it’s okay, he’s gone”Wade almost cringes at how someone is talking to him, what the hell?! He’s not a defenseless animal. Wait. No, yeah, he is.Wade looks a little alarmed, stepping back as the man crouches next to him, smiling sympathetically “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. You okay?”Wade holds his breath, gives an once over at the guy, beautiful chestnut eyes, the adorable smile, the red face probably resulting from the cold and the brown humid hair stuck to his forehead as he holds his umbrella for both of them and yep, ladies and gentlemen if he wasn’t before, Wade is right now a defenseless animal because “Meow” Wade says wiggling what should be eyebrows “Honey, I’d let you take care of me all night long” Wade purrs.

Gonzo Journalist (It belongs to a series “We fell in love in October) A young photographer working for The Daily Bugle hears about the tragic fate of an ex-soldier and decides to write an article about his cause to help him out. Maybe more than in one way.

The Man in the Mask When Wade is unceremoniously dropped off into the custody of one Dr. Parker, he assumes the man has only the worst possible intentions for one of the world's last remaining mutants. But it turns out, the universe still holds plenty of surprises for them both.

You Wear My Name Over Your Heart Like It’s Invisible "Why don’t you ever let me see it? If you have the name already, why can’t you tell me whose it is? I thought we were best friends."Everyone gets their Name when they turn twenty-one. It isn’t their own name either. It’s the name of their Soulmate. When Wade Wilson wakes on his twenty-first birthday, he looks down at his chest and sees Peter Benjamin Parker. He stares for a moment then shrugs, gets dressed, and doesn’t think about it for another six weeks.

Parachute, Please Peter unexpectedly goes into heat after an Avengers mission, which could have been fine, but the ride back is 2 hours and he's stuck on a plane with his closest friends and family.At least there's one person he can call at times like these for relief. And in comes Wade.

Peter Parker’s Home for the Wayward Villain A really long redemption story.

And Words Are Futile Devices Peter doesn’t think he’s lonely. He’s too busy to be lonely. He’s twenty-two, working on his PhD and holding down a shitty job at the Daily Bugle, not to mention his nightly extra-curricular activities. He’s too busy for friends, and he’s certainly too busy for romantic interests. And yet, shockingly, apparently everyone in his life thinks he needs to stop being an anti-social recluse and get laid.So Peter enters the wide, wonderful world of online dating. He doesn’t expect to find his soul mate, or even a friend, and he’s definitely not looking for hook ups. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, really, until one Wade W. Wilson catches his eye and captures his heart with risqué dog pics and a concerning obsession with cannibalistic serial killers.This is a love story. A sweet, inevitable journey towards each other. There is humor, and melancholy, and a touch of both gravitas and levity to the weeks that trickle by. But really it’s just an account of the slow, magnetic movement of Peter towards Wade, and Wade towards Peter.

Strays Wade finds Spider-Man unconscious on a roof top. Score!Or: Spider-Man has lost his memories, some of his vocabulary, and all of his social conditioning. Wade is losing his mind.

The Inverse Deadpool doesn't have to try very hard to hide his second gender anymore because ever since Weapon X, no one in their right mind would ever believe that Wade Wilson was an omega. It doesn't matter anyway, because Wade knows no Alpha would keep a male omega. No alpha WANTS one, much less one that's as scarred and unstable as he is. Apparently, Spiderman was born to break every rule Wade has ever known.

The Body Remembers When the Mind Forgets When people need a mate in their life, it isn't usually because they've forgotten they already have one.

Half Your Age (Plus Seven) In which Deadpool has oddly specific and frustrating morals, Spider-Man has excellent friends, his lab partner has an opening for a bassist, Johnny Storm has the warmest feet, and everyone has had enough of hearing Peter talk about Wade Wilson (except Aunt May: she’s always glad to hear he’s back in town).

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desdinovas · 6 years

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storytime - part 5

Summary: in which telling your children about your relationship development with your husband each night before they go to sleep turns into a habit

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Warnings: none tbh, just fluff

Word Count: 1,838

Notes: I keep saying this but if you wanna be on my taglist just hit me up!

part one || part two || part theee || part four || part six

“Did they ever get married?” Liz asks as you tug her in her bed.

“Who?” You ask in confusion, not sure of who she is talking about.

“The boy and the girl from the story,” Liz answers with a tiny smile on her face.

“Of course they got married.” Eli says as if it’s obvious.

“And how would you know?” Tom asks him with raised eyebrows before sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Why wouldn’t they get married?” Eli answers with another question.

“Smart boy,” Tom announces, making Eli laugh. “Darling, you should tell them about the proposal.” He suggests with a huge smile painted on his lips.

“I’m bored,” you whined as you let your head rest on Tom’s lap, his hands immediately raising up to play with your hair as a reflex.

“Good, ‘cause that’s what every boyfriend likes to hear.” Tom teased with humour in his voice.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You clarified although there was no need to.

“How about we play trivia?” Tom suggested as he rested his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

“Tom, we’ve been dating for almost five years,” you pointed out. “I think we know pretty much everything about each other by now.” You sarcastically added and he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“I know that, dummy.” He said in his famous sassy voice. “We can just ask each other random, weird questions.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Okay, you start.”

Tom cleared his throat and tapped his chin with his index finger, pretending to be thinking about his question way more than he should. As he kept gently running his hands through your hair, he asked; “what lie do you tell the most?”

You scoffed as you thought of an answer that would annoy him, just because you loved teasing him. “That one’s easy,” you began. “That you’re the best spider-man.”

“Hey!” Tom protested making you giggle. “You’re not funny.”

“Do you really expect me to think you’re the best when you’re up against not only Tobey Maguire but also Andrew Garfield?” You teasingly asked with a hint of a smile on your lips, trying your best not to laugh. “I’m sorry, love, but that’s not happening.”

“I don’t even know why I still date you,” Tom stated jokingly.

“Because you love me.”

“Right,” Tom nodded his head. “Okay, your turn now. Hit me up.”

“Would you step on a puppy for five million quid?” You asked the first thing that popped in your head.

“What kind of question is that?” He asked, overreacting his astonishment by placing a hand over his chest. “I would never step on a puppy. Why in hell would I do that?”

“Chill, big guy. I was just checking what kind of man I’m dating.”

“You’re just checking now?” Tom asked as he raised one of his eyebrows. “After five years of dating?”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes at him, which made him chuckle.

“Would you rather be able to see into the future or be able to read people’s minds?” Tom asked and you took your time to think of your answer.

You tilted your head up so you could meet his eyes before saying, “I think I’d rather see into the future.”

“Aren’t you curious of what other people think of you?” Tom asked, his facial expression showing genuine confusion.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be nice to know what is going to happen? So if you see that something will go wrong, you can just change your actions to prevent it.” You explained.

“I guess so.” Tom answered. “Your turn,” he said as he tapped your forehead with his index finger before proceeding to run his hands soothingly through your hair.

“Okay, let me think.” After a few seconds, your face lit up as the perfect question popped in your head. “What is the best decision you’ve ever made?”

“Pfft, that’s easy.” Tom said, not even having to think about his answer. “Buying that plane ticket to Atlanta five years ago.”

You literally felt your heart skip a beat and your cheeks heat up as soon as the words left his mouth. Why does he have to be this cute? You were certain that he was going to be the death of you.

“Because that’s how we met?”

“No, because that’s how I became spider-man.” He answered mockingly, making you roll your eyes at him.

“What a way to kill the mood,” you scoffed as you lifted yourself up from his lap and walked towards the kitchen, pretending to be mad.

“Oh, come on, darling.” He trailed off as he stood up from the couch too, following after you. “I was kidding, of course it’s because that’s how I met you.”

You turned on your heels and leaned on the kitchen counter before crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Whatever,”

“I’m serious.” Tom said with a small smile and you smiled back. “Can we keep playing?”

“Fine,” you agreed. “You have to ask me something now.”

Tom’s throat suddenly went dry at the thought of the question he was about to ask. Without any second thoughts, he blurt out, “will you marry me?”

Tom had been thinking about asking you to marry him for quite a while now— almost a month to be more specific. The day he realised he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he quickly hurried to a jewellery store and bought the most beautiful engagement ring there was. The only thing missing were the guts to drop the question.

He was so sure he wanted to marry you, but as soon as he got home with the little ring box inside his pocket and saw you sitting on the couch in your pijamas watching your favourite TV show, he questioned everything.

What if marriage is too soon? Would it ruin his career, along with yours? What if she doesn’t want to get married just yet? Are you too young to be married? Would it scare her away?

But the question that scared him the most to the point where it kept him up at night was; what if she says no?

Just the thought of you rejecting him was enough for him to back away. Although he carried the engagement ring with him all the time because 1) if you somehow managed to find it, he’d much rather be dead, and 2) he was still determined to drop the big question. All he needed now was the perfect chance for him to do it, but every time a little chance showed up, something would always come up to ruin it.

But now, with you standing in front of him, looking as beautiful as ever, and with the two of you asking each other random questions, he thought to himself, why not? It’s now or never.

Everything was in slow motion all of a sudden as Tom got on one knee in front of you before taking the little velvet box he’s been carrying around for almost a month out of his back pocket.

Your heart was pounding so loud you were almost sure it could be heard from a thousand miles and you found yourself at loss of words. Tom shot you a shy smile as he opened the box, revealing the most beautiful diamond ring you’ve ever seen. Your hands involuntarily raised up to cover your mouth.

“(Y/N), I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” he began, trying not to stumble with his own words. “At first I wasn’t sure about it, but as time passed by, it only made me realise that this is the thing I want the most in my life.”

Tears started falling from your eyes without you even realising. Of course, Tom took notice of this. “Will you hold your tears for a sec? I’m kind of in the middle of a speech.” He jokingly said trying to make you —and himself— relax. “Ever since the day I met you I knew you’d stay in my life, and I want everybody to know that I’m yours, officially.” He cleared his throat. “Because that’s the truth, I belong to you, just as much as you belong to me. You’re my home, and I can’t thank you enough for making me the happiest man alive.”

Tom made a small pause and took his time to take in your small figure standing in front of him. “I gues what I’m trying to say is, you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. So, darling, will you marry me?”

“Are you really proposing to me quoting Chandler off Friends?” You mockingly asked, tears still filling your eyes.

“I don’t know, are you totally ruining this moment?” He asked back with a hint of relief in his voice. You didn’t exactly reject him, so that was a good sign.

“I’m sorry,” you laughed. “That last part sounded really familiar and I had to ask.”

“Yes I did quote Chandler.” Tom admitted slightly tilting his head to the side. He’s always been a sucker for Friends, so this wasn’t exactly a shocker. “So? Will you marry me, darling?” He anxiously repeated.

“Of course I will,” you said as the biggest smile spread across your lips.

Tom smiled widely before taking the ring out of the box and sliding it into your finger before kissing you knuckles. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up from the ground and twirling you around. You took this as a chance to wrap your legs around his waist and then buried your face in the crook of his neck, slightly staining his shirt with your tears.

“I’m so glad you said yes.” Tom whispered into your ear once he stopped twirling.

“Did you seriously think I’d say no?” You asked in disbelief.

“Kind of,” he answered, but it sounded more like a question as he now felt stupid about feeling like that.

“Well, here goes again, I’ll gladly be your wife.” You said locking eyes with him and you noticed how his brown eyes that you loved oh so dearly were filled with tears of joy.

“I love you, darling.” He smiled before pressing his lips on yours. “So goddamn much.”

“What was their wedding like?” Eli asks with genuine curiosity.

“Yeah, what was it like, daddy?” Elizabeth asks her dad with shiny eyes. “I bet it was a big one, just like one from a fairy tale.”

“That, kids, is a story for another night.” Tom announces as he gets up from his son’s bed, and you repeat his actions. “Now go to sleep, it’s getting late.”

“Fine,” both Liz and Eli sighed in defeat.

“Goodnight.” You sweetly said to the both of them before exiting their room with your husband by your side.

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la-fille-en-aiguilles · 7 years

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Andrew Garfield x Female Reader: One (Forty-Fucking-Three, Part 4)

A/N: Dear reader, we have finally made it. Here comes the forth and the last part of this series, which I can only hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I did writing. Thank you for having plunged headfirst into this difficult relationship with Andrew Garfield - I know I didn’t make it look like a walk in the part, but you are reading this, which means you still stayed. So basically, you slay. I do hope you’ll like it, bee’s knees xx Warnings: Hideous English, swearing, angst (I probably have some emotional issue - angst is like my specialty lol). Other than that, none.

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Raindrops felt like blunt needles, landing on your cheeks and forehead, leaving their cool imprints on your skin. As your hands gripped its wet and slippery doorknob, you swung the door to your favorite café open, a completely random thought crossing your mind: you haven’t seen the skies weep like that since that life-changing night… Two weeks ago.

The café greeted you with a wave of warm air, the smell of coffee hitting your nostrils. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes, so lost in the moment you almost failed to acknowledge your ringing cell, screaming for your attention. Making your way to the beaming barista at the counter, you took out the convulsing device, briefly checking out the name on the display before taking the call, unable to suppress a small grin.

The café was deserted – the rainstorm outside was so violent, even hardened by the ongoing battle with the nature Londoners made sure to stay at home. Polished wooden tables gleamed softly in the light of the pendant lamps, Hozier’s voice tuning the sound of the wind out completely. Entering the café felt like setting foot in another universe, and this was what you loved most about the place.

Looking around and taking your surroundings in with a feeling of peacefulness settling in your chest, you brought the phone to your ear, still smiling at the barista, an acquaintance of yours.

“To what do I own the pleasure?” you smirked, mouthing cinnamon latte to the boy in front of the cashier desk, throwing two fingers of your free hand in the air. He took the largest carton cup, looking at your questioningly. You nodded negatively, pressing the phone with your ear to your shoulder and producing two tumblers from your leather backpack. Smiling, you handed him both. He took them, winking at you. “Are you that bored of white sand and turquoise sea?”

You heard Brittnee chuckle on the other end of the line, imagining her sitting on a beach wearing nothing but a white bikini and a huge hat, sipping on her Cosmopolitan.

“I thought you’ve met the guy I’m dating. He doesn’t do boring. His ass is always on the move,” she said, delight nonetheless jingling in her voice. “Yes, I’m talking about you”, she added, throwing a challenging glare her torturer’s way, no doubt. “Hey!” you heard a splashing sound before Britt’s outburst of irritation deafened you. You bit your lower lip in an attempt to keep the laughter at bay, your eyes focused on the coffee barista was currently preparing for you.

“How is London treating you?” Britt sighed, most likely falling back into her chair after a failed attempt at revenge. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come, it’s just when Seabass really wants something, he can be very persuasive”.

“You love me!” you heard Sebastian Stan’s voice echo in the background, followed by yet another splash. You snorted with laugher, brushing your fingers through the damp strands of your hair absentmindedly.

“I can see that,” you half-smirked, leaning against the counter on your elbows. “If that’s going to make you sleep better at night, you aren’t missing much. Just really bad weather, great coffee…” the barista looked up at you, smiling gratefully, “…and a Harry Potter Movie Marathon”.

Brittnee laughed heartily, the sound of it extremely contagious.

“So that’s what you have been doing instead of reading your script? Watching Daniel Radcliffe refusing to kick the bucket for two weeks straight?”

You feigned a scandalized expression, your eyes growing wide.

“Excuse me,” you spoke slowly, your voice dripping with hurt dignity. “I’ve learned all my lines ages ago. Believe it or not, I’d be glad to go back to work again, but Tony couldn’t seem to settle that actor problem… Until yesterday,” the barista put two steaming lattes on the counter in front of you and you gave him a thankful look. “He called me last night saying we’re starting on Monday. So let me binge on Harry Potter in peace”.

You heard your friend snicker as you searched the pockets of your leather jacket for money.

“Can I get two sugars for each please? Thank you,” you spoke to the barista, your voice drowning out half of Brittnee’s reply.

“…got him to watch it with you,” was all you caught, handing the smiling guy a ten. Motioning for him to keep the change, you snapped thick plastic lids over the tumblers and wrapped your fingers around their boiling hot steel, carefully lifting them up.

“You’d be surprised,” you spoke after having restored Britt’s speech in your head, flinching at the burning sensation, growing in your fingertips. “I keep telling him he could play the younger edgy version of that marauder… What’s his name again…” you put the coffees back on the table, taking a minute to bring out your flannel shirt from under the sleeves of your jacket, so it covered your entire hands. With your skin now protected by the soft fabric, you confidently grabbed the tumblers from the counter and stuffed them in your small backpack.

“How did he take that?” Brittnee was obviously having too much fun, imagining you saying shit like that to him. You couldn’t help but smirk, recalling that priceless expression of utter puzzlement on his face.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that if I say it one more time, he’s going to throw his head back and howl at the moon”.

You thought Britt would split her sides laughing this time, as you made your way to the exit. The thought of trading the warm and cosy café for shrieking wind and piercing rain would seem outrageous if your insides didn’t perform all sorts of flips once you remembered what wrapping your hands around his torso felt like when riding his Harley Davidson.

“How is it going between the two of you?” Brittnee’s voice grew serious all of the sudden, the notes of familiar teasing all gone now. “Maybe it’s time you stopped keeping your distance? I know I have no business poking my nose into your guys relationship, but, Y/N, you deserve to be happy… Why don’t you let him in?”

You couldn’t help but frown at her words, as your stomach churned, your gaze fixed on the falling streams of rain behind the glass doors of the café. Last time, you were moving too fast. Jumping head first into the fire, your emotions taking complete control. This time, it needed to be different.

“Honestly, Britt, taking it slow seems like the best option”, you finally said, your voice a little too thin. “I need time to figure a shitload of things out, and he knows it. We’re friends, and it does the trick. For now,” your eyes focused on the black, shiny motorcycle parked by the edge of the road, its owner squatting by the front wheel, probably checking if some mechanism worked properly. His helmet hid his thick mane of hair and deep brown, bottomless eyes.

“You can’t play it safe for long, Y/N,” Britt’s voice seemed to merge with the one that rang in your head every minute of every day. “You’re going to have to take that jump one day, probably sooner than later”.

You blinked twice, fighting the sudden sensation of emptiness in your bones, an omen of something big and probably terrible. Raking one of your hands through your hair, you bit your lower lip nervously. You didn’t like this gut feeling. You didn’t like it one bit.

Brittnee kept talking, but you missed every word she said when barista called your name.

Sugar. You must have forgotten your sachets of sugar on the counter.

You turned on your heels abruptly, ready to go and fetch them… When your body collided with someone else’s, the hit catching you completely off guard. You gasped, ready to land on your ass, when two strong, rough hands grabbed your waist, keeping you steady.

Brain freeze. Your heartbeats echoing within the walls of the deserted café. His eyes watching you in that straightforward, wholehearted way as if saying I was worried sick, baby, where have you been. Everyone hopes someone someday will look at them this way.

“Andrew,” you said, like it was the most natural thing to utter after having slept with the guy and then having left him, naked, all alone on the floor.

It has been two weeks.

Looking at Garfield now, you could swear it might have been ages, the lines on his forehead so much more prominent, that careless sweet smile not living on his lips anymore.

“Andrew?” you heard Brittnee raise her voice at the mention of his name. “What does he have to do with any of this?”

Britt’s sobering voice seemed to shake you awake. Paralyzing stupor still reigned over your body, but at least your mind was clearing up.

He didn’t change… And why would he? It has only been two weeks…

Staring at him openly, still shocked, you realized you were wrong. He did change. Something in him did. It was more than these obvious signs of lack of sleep and what was it… Stress maybe? You didn’t know.

It was in the way he looked at you, like a man tired of fighting, who fell on his knees to beg for forgiveness, waving the white flag. At the same time, there were sparks in his eyes, one of that long list of reasons you couldn’t stay away from him in the first place…

You were a mess, gazing at him open-mouthed, searching for God knows what in his features, while he stared back at you like he had finally found exactly what he was looking for.

“Britt, I…” you spoke, not taking your eyes off him. “I’m going to have to call you back…” not hearing what she was saying, you dropped the call, unblinking, the world around Andrew and you going mute.

Everything about Andrew Garfield was daring you to fall in love with him again.

And you were holding on to dear life in order not to lose that dare.

“What are you doing here?” your voice was cold enough to chill Garfield’s bones, as you finally managed to speak again.

He bit his lower lip slowly, studying your face, his eyes sliding down your neck, your shoulders, your chest… It was like he tried to swallow you in, a junkie, who finally got a hold of what he craved most.

“I’m in London for work”, he answered vaguely, his voice pulling at the strings of your bloody heart, as it sang in your chest like a damn violin.

When you lay awake at night these two past weeks you kept imagining what your encounter would be like… Five, maybe ten years from now. The look on his face when he would realize that the woman who once may have cared too much for him, no longer cared about him at all.

It has been two weeks.

This hadn’t been the case yet. You weren’t ready.

“For work”, you repeated, urging him to develop. You aren’t supposed to be here, you almost screamed, panic overflowing your confused mind. You checked three hundred times, he was supposed to be in America, filming with Nicole Kidman or something…

“Yeah, I’m…” you suddenly realized Andrew was lost for words. And his hands, his bloody hands were still on your waist, apparently lost, too. “I’ve decided to do theater”.

Your heart stopped dead, and its lack of movement caused your chest to shudder in pain. Trying to keep your voice leveled, you pretended like you didn’t know what it was all about, but in truth, you did. You just couldn’t believe it.

“That’s… great, Andrew”, stop saying his name, “Where are you going to be at?”

Every word you said came out wrong. You looked at his face and all you saw were your naked bodies, entangled together, his lips sliding down your chest…

It was getting harder to breathe.

“Where you are,” he answered simply, his honesty slapping you across the face. You popped your eyes at him the minute these words escaped his bitten lips, his eyes caressing your face…

“I’m going to play Prior Walter in Tony Kushner’s Angels in America.”

You no longer felt anything. Just stared at him, uncomprehending, your entire being void. After everything he’d put you through, after you made sure to disappear from his life forever… He point blank refused to let you go in peace.

“What?…” your voice sounded like it came from someone else. Every second of this talk felt like a shitty planned out dialogue that was never supposed to take place in the real life. Your throat starting to tighten, you stared at him with your eyes wide and crazy, the fury inside of you making your skin crawl. “You’re shitting me, right? What is all of this?”

Taken aback at your reaction, Andrew bit the inside of his cheek. All you wanted to do was scream and break things.

“Didn’t I make my intentions clear enough?” you realized you were on the verge of shouting, losing all sense of self-control there was left in you. “I don’t fucking want you in my life, I don’t want you around, I don’t want you…” as you tried to push him away, as far as your strength would allow you, he grabbed your shoulders, leaning in closer.

“Y/N, listen to me!” his brown eyes were all you could see, “I was wrong, I need you, I need you more than anything, just…”

“You need me!” you almost yelped, breaking free of his hold. “How fucking dare you, Garfield!” you spit your words in his face. “Two weeks ago, you looked me in the eyes and you told me you loved another woman more than you loved me! This is insanity!” you scratched your nails on your head, looking at him, your eyes wild.

“Please, Y/N, let’s just talk,” Andrew’s eyes grew red as he tried to take your hands. You stepped back, like a wounded animal. “Everything’s changed, after…”

“After we fucked,” you finished for him, almost smiling, your voice poison. “So that’s all it took for you to come crawling on your knees. Jesus,” you crossed your hands on your chest, biting your lips and staring at him in disbelief. “For the love of God, Andrew,” you exhaled noisily, trying to get your shit together. “There’s a reason for why I didn’t stay. I moved on. It’s time you did too.”

You turned around, dead set on leaving him where he stood, ending the conversation and this entire story, this insane drama that was never supposed to take place…

“Fifty-three,” you heard him say behind your back. These words came out like a last attempt at a cry for help. Like they were his joker, the last card he had left to play. You froze in place, looking over your shoulder.

“Excuse me?” you raised your eyebrows at him, genuinely trying to understand what the hell he was talking about.

“Fifty-three,” he repeated again, like it was supposed to make all the sense in the world. His hands buried deeply in his pockets, he made a step towards you, bitter and desperate smile twisting his lips. “That’s the number of messages I left on your phone. You would know that if only you hadn’t changed your number after that night. I kept calling, again and again, thinking I was going insane, the recording of your voice bleeding me dry.”

You felt your face go white, as all the blood had rushed down to your heart, nearly making it explode. Your vision went blurry, but you couldn’t tell why…

“Sixteen”, in the meantime, Andrew continued, mercilessly. “That’s the number of times I saw you around Paris last week, reading in that British Library, grabbing a lunch with your friends, running down the street all wet from the rain… I saw you sixteen times, Y/N, and I just couldn’t bring myself to come up and talk to you…”

“Have you been following me?” your trembling lips barely moved, as you stared at him, unblinking.

“That’s the only way I could still be close to you”, he nodded, looking down. “I haven’t finished though”, you shut your eyes, as if shielding yourself from seeing him. Yet you still heard him, his voice resonating in your ears.

“One”, it sounded like the final note of the heartbreaking symphony, which was destined to end at some point. You opened your eyes slowly, your damp eyelashes fluttering. He was very close now, if you stretched your hand, it would land squarely in the middle of his chest. He still smelled like that minty aftershave and salted caramel… and rum. Maybe vanilla…

“Want to take a wild guess what this number represents?” he asked you softly, his gaze unwavering. A second more and he was going to cup your face in those rough hands, and bring you closer, his lips making you forget you’d ever left… “I thought so,” he said, when you didn’t answer. “That’s you, Y/N. You’re the one.”

Deadly silence seemed to paralyze both of you, as it spread out in the entire café, more eloquent than a requiem at a funeral. You were pretty sure you were going to strangle yourself, your throat clenching as you fought for breath.

Andrew was two weeks and a day late.

For a brief instant, you couldn’t help but wonder, watching your own reflection in his soft brown eyes. You wondered when he realized he needed you. You wondered how it happened. But mostly you wondered… would it have ended differently if he just loved you enough to come to that empty VIP lounge in the LAX airport, keeping his promise…

All of the sudden you heard a familiar deep voice penetrate the absolute stillness, life rushing back into your veins at the sound of it.

“Is everything all right, beautiful?”

You cleared your throat, turning your head to your right almost automatically. With his leather jacket completely drenched, small drops of water resting on his cheekbones, Ben Barnes placed a hand on your shoulder, his eyes searching your face.

Standing out there in the rainstorm, waiting, he must have wondered what was taking you so long.

“Yes,” you answered a little too quickly, smiling at him in a shaken kind of way. Your hand flew up to cover his, the one in which he clutched his helmet, causing you to turn your entire body towards him. His closeness seemed to sober you up as you lowered your head, taking a long breath.

“Just ran into an old friend”, you looked up at him, an uneasy smile decorating your lips. “Ben, this is Andrew”, you motioned towards Garfield, standing in between the two of them now. “Andrew, this is Ben… Although I suspect you might have already met,” the lump in your throat refused to dissolve, so your words came out blurred and hectic. “The coffee is taken care of,” you smiled at Ben again, but he didn’t seem to notice, staring at Garfield’s pale face. Barnes’ lips were a thin line, almost invisible. The way his jaw tensed didn’t escape your attention.

“Nice to have met you, Andrew”, Ben said, his voice low.

“Yeah, the pleasure’s mine”, you heard Garfield mutter. You avoided his stare, tears still pooling in your eyes, as you tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are you ready to go then?” Ben inquired, looking at you expectantly. You nodded at him, finally taking control of your emotions.

“Yes,” your reply was firm and almost cheerful. “I’m right behind you. I guess I’ll be seeing you at work, then, Andrew”, you both nodded at each other. There was nothing left to say.

As you walked away, the sound of your steps aligning with the rhythm of your heart, you counted your steps, small and heavy.

Twenty… Thirty… Forty-three…

Forty-fucking-three thumps on the wooden floors.

That was all it took for you and Andrew to go back to where you started: complete and utter strangers, sharing a handful of memories, which would eventually fade, just like the echo of your steps in a deserted café…

#andrew garfield #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield x reader #ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #imagine #x reader #remus x reader #sirius x reader #kind of

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sincericida · 1 year

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Andrew Garfield and your big brown doe eyes 🤎

Just look at him… ahhhhh

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rileypalmer-blog · 7 years

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Get To Know Mun!

tagged by : @prettyboygcnius

1. What is your middle name? Anne 2. How old are you? 28 3. When is your birthday? December 23 4. What is your zodiac sign? Capricorn but I am a cusp so some Sagg. traits 5. What is your favorite color? Deep red 6. What’s your lucky number? 13 7. Do you have any pets? A dog 8. Where are you from? Indianapolis originally 9. How tall are you? 5′6″ 10. What shoe size are you? 8 usually 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Uhhhhh 7 I think? 12. What was your last dream about? I see my best friend for the first time in 13 years, we go watch fireworks, then he tries to kill me 13. What talents do you have? Writing, drawing.... I can lick my elbow, is that a talent? 14. Are you psychic in any way? Eh, tiny bit maybe. I’ve had some instances... 15. Favorite song? Almost everything ever. RN, probably Do You Feel It? by Chaos Chaos 16. Favorite movie? Breakfast Club 17. Who would be your ideal partner? IDK, the Ronin Jin from Samurai Champloo isn’t real so... 18. Do you want children? I have one. I’m done. 19. Do you want a church wedding? Didn’t do that either, lol 20. Are you religious? Yes 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? A couple of times 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Do speeding tickets count? Got one of those. 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Nope 24. Baths or showers? Showers for getting clean, baths for relaxing 25. What color socks are you wearing? None! It’s summer time, hopefully I won’t wear any for a month but when I DO wear them they don’t match. I haven’t matched my socks since I was 14, I don’t plan on starting that again 26. Have you ever been famous? Nope 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Depends on what I’d be famous for 28. What type of music do you like? Pretty much everything but mainstream rap 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Yup 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two 31. What position do you usually sleep in? I’m everywhere 32. How big is your house? A little on the small side but it works just fine 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal. Or pizza. Mostly cereal 34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yup, I own a couple 35. Have you ever tried archery? Had a bow a long time ago 36. Favorite clean word? Wait, there are clean words?? Uh.... soap? 37. Favorite swear word? Fuck or dammit 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? I can’t remember. I love to slep tho, so no more than 24 hours I think 39. Do you have any scars? Yup. Biggest is a c-section scar 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Not that I’m aware of 41. Are you a good liar? Maybe *squints* 42. Are you a good judge of character? Eh, so so. My main rule is, don’t trust anyone until they’ve earned it 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I tend to do an English one if I watch too much BBC 44. Do you have a strong accent? Um... I have no idea?? 45. What is your favorite accent? Oh jeeze... I can’t pick just one 46. What is your personality type? Laid back (except when a topic interests me), easily bored, creative, semi anti social 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? My boots 48. Can you curl your tongue? Yup 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie 50. Left or right handed? Right-handed 51. Are you scared of spiders? Depends on how big they are 52. Favorite food? Hmm... pizza I think... Or sweet and sour chicken 53. Favorite foreign food? Chinese or Italian 54. Are you a clean or messy person? Ordered chaos 55. Most used phrased? “What the fuck?” or “You’re killin’ me Smalls!” 56. Most used word? Dammit or fuck 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Normally, like 10 minutes 58. Do you have much of an ego? Nope 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I’m not big on hard candy 60. Do you talk to yourself? Yup 61. Do you sing to yourself? Also yup 62. Are you a good singer? My family is musically inclined, but not me. I guess I’m about average 63. Biggest Fear? Car accidents, losing people, looking in mirrors in dark rooms.... 64. Are you a gossip? No, not really 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? AAAnd I have officially forgotten the name of every movie I’ve ever seen 66. Do you like long or short hair? Long on me, depends for other people tho 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Maybe? 68. Favorite school subject? Art. And lunch. Yes, lunch is a subject, don’t argue 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Semi introvert 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope 71. What makes you nervous? Too much to name 72. Are you scared of the dark? Nope 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends on the correction/mistake 74. Are you ticklish? Yes but it pisses me off 75. Have you ever started a rumor? No 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? When I worked at Subway 77. Have you ever drank underage? Yeah 78. Have you ever done drugs? No 79. Who was your first real crush? My step cousin when I was like, 3 80. How many piercings do you have? One. My left ear is a 12 gauge 81. Can you roll your Rs? Yup 82. How fast can you type? Eh, so so. If I’m in the mood it’s pretty fast 83. How fast can you run? Run? What is this word you speak of? 84. What color is your hair? Reddish rown 85. What color is your eyes? Brown 86. What are you allergic to? Bullshit 87. Do you keep a journal? I am addicted to buying them, but I rarely stay interested 88. What do your parents do? Mom works in a deli, dad’s a mechanic 89. Do you like your age? I don’t have an issue with it, I just have an issue with what people say I should’should not do at my age 90. What makes you angry? Too much to list 91. Do you like your own name? No. It’s too common 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? I have a little girl named Katheryn but if she would have been a boy we would have named her Gauge 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I wasn’t too partial but I have a girl now 94. What are you strengths? Creative, patient to an extent, empathetic 95. What are your weaknesses? Stubborn, messy, empathetic 96. How did you get your name? Mom says it’s for her step sister, grandma says it for her grandmother, dad says it’s from a Boston song so, who knows? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? Not that I know of 98. Color of your bedspread? Goldish 99. Color of your room? Gold and dark red 100. Favorite celebrity? Matthew Gray Gubler, David Tennant, Johnny Depp, and Alan Alda.

#OOC #accidentally deleted this the first time

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 2 years

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Azalea

Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield TASM)

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: G

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of reckless behaviour, brief illusions to NWH but nothing that actual spoils anything really.

Summary: It’s become quite clear to you, in the time you’ve known him that Peter Parker has stopped looking after himself and you cannot possibly allow that.

Notes: Azaleas have many meanings; fragility; passion; patience; but also to take care of yourself for someone else.

It’s quite clear to you from the moment you befriend your neighbour, Peter Parker, that he does not look after himself in the best sorts of ways. You’ve not known him for long, about six months, the same length of time you’ve lived in New York and in the apartment down the hall from his own. In those six months he’s proven to be many things; kind, helpful (he’s always helping Mrs Cromby with her groceries), funny, charming in a nerdy sort of way, highly intelligent, but also a little bit of a disaster. Despite being in his mid-twenties, living alone, he seemed to not be so good at looking after himself. You knew his Aunt May was constantly checking him, leaving him meatloaf in an attempt to get him to eat something homemade and fresh.

You’ve noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the paleness that takes over his skin when he’s not been sleeping. You’ve noticed that he seems to live off of instant noodles and takeaways. That he always seems to have a new bruise, cut or injury even if they don’t last very long. You aren’t close enough with Peter to truly question these things, but they worry you. More than you’d admit.

He was, is, the first friend you made when you moved to this new place. The person you rely on, but you wonder if he realises he can rely on others too. That you’d do anything to help him if he needed it, simply because he deserved it. Because he was nothing but kind, supportive, and gentle. He deserved the same care given back to him.

You’re sleeping oh so peacefully when your cat, Jammy or Jimjams as you more often call her, jumps upon your face with insistent meows and, for her, rather gentle paws at your face. “Wh...what is it? It’s…” You look over at your phone to check the time, the bright lights blinding you in the darkness of your room. “two in the morning, Jimjams!”

The obscenely early hour does not seem to matter to your cat, who jumps down from your bed meowing until you swing your legs over the edge and into your slippers. She continues to pad out of your bedroom into your living area, stopping and meowing until you follow. This continues on until you’re opening your apartment door and following her down the hallway. Your apartment keys clanking in your pajama bottom pocket. Refusing to be locked out of your apartment for the second time in a month.

It’s the sight of Peter struggling his way down the corridor, using the wall on his left for support that makes all annoyance with your cat fade away. Replaced instead with a sickening realisation that he’s covered in cuts and bruises, in blood. His t-shirt is ripped and dirty, he’s missing a sneaker and his breathing is so laboured you can hear it a good four or five meters away.

“Peter!” You rush towards him, your slippers almost falling off your feet in your haste to get to him. The moment you try to wrap an arm around his waist he hisses in pain and flinches back from you. You pull away, hands hovering in the air, terrified to hurt him. You’ve never seen him look quite so fragile. You’ve seen him bruised, old cuts across his knuckles or face, but never this bad.

“I’m...I’m okay, really, you...you can go back to bed” He grunts it out, trying to put on his best voice, but there’s no disguising the pain he feels, the broken ribs that shift with every breath. Not when those big brown eyes of his are closed tightly and his teeth are gritted. He didn’t expect to run into you on his way back, thought he could make it quietly to his apartment without anyone seeing him. There’s a genuine fear in your voice that he doesn’t like, a shaky sort of tremble he’s never heard from you. He knows he’ll be okay in a couple of days, his wounds will heal themselves and he’ll be back to normal. He doesn’t want to worry you.

“Not happening.” You wrap his arm around your shoulder and take his keys from him. It’s a slow journey the last few feet to his apartment and it takes even longer to get him in and on his sofa where he lets out a sigh of relief. He usually complains that the thing is cheap and uncomfortable, but right now? Right now it feels like the softest damn thing, especially after being thrown through not one, not two, but three buildings.

He watches you open and close cabinets in his kitchen, frustration lining your features as you move towards the hallway that leads to the bathroom. You know his apartment as well as your own. His eyes are drawn away from you by the black cat that jumps up next to him, meowing at him as if to tell him off for getting hurt.

“Hey there, sweet lady, did you get Y/N for me?” It’s a tired sigh but Peter can’t help but greet your cat as she curls up against his thigh. Notoriously picky, your cat had proven she only loved two people in the whole of New York. You and Peter. Peter took the time to scratch her under her chin just like she favoured, even as his whole body ached. He loved that cat, he often found her on his fire escape begging to be let into his apartment.

You find his first aid kit under his sink and pull it out, grabbing a towel as you go. You wish he didn’t need it. Most people don’t. Most people keep them as a precaution in case of an accident but...Peter...Peter seems to always need it. It worries you, how he always seems to get hurt. It’s hard to explain away.

When you come back he’s leaning his head back, eyes glued on you as you make your way over and kneel down by his feet. You look radiant even when you're worried, you’re beautiful and it always tugs at his chest, that longing. Something he’s been fighting against for so long, but after recent events he’s not sure how long he can keep up that fight.

You pull at his shirt and help him to lift it over his head, reminding him it's okay at every gasp or whine of pain. His shifting ribs burn something fierce, but the careful touch of your hands and the gentle way you speak to him makes it worth it. Still he breathes heavy once it's removed and leans back into the cushions.

“Peter…” His ribs are mottled, black and blue, his torso covered in scratches and cuts. He looks like he’s been run over by a bus and it’s disturbing to say the least. “I think you should go to the hospital...this...it looks bad…” You have half a mind to phone an ambulance yourself, especially with the difficulty he seems to be having with breathing.

“I’m okay...really. It’ll be all good by tomorrow.” He tries to give you a reassuring grin but Peter knows it probably looks more like a grimace than anything else. It’d be so much easier if you knew. If you knew he was Spider-Man, if you knew he could heal doubly fast, but he wasn’t ready for you to know that yet. He wasn’t ready to let you in quite yet. He’d lost too many people for that.

“Peter I don’t think…”

“Trust me. I’ll be okay.” You’re careful as you wipe his cuts with antiseptic, still certain he needs to see someone more professional than yourself but knowing you can’t make him. You settle into the quiet, cleaning his wounds and sticking, of all things, Spider-Man plasters over his cuts to keep them clean. Those kids plasters bring the first smile to your face that night, something that quickly drops with every groan of pain.

The only sounds between the two of you are his sharp inhales of breath and gasps of pain and the sounds of the New York streets outside. Maybe he’s been hit in the head a little hard but Peter can’t help but think that the street lighting coming through the windows, the reds and blues of sirens look pretty against your skin, shining off your eyes.

You can feel warmth fill your cheeks and the tips of your ears at his staring. As much as Peter is your friend, you’d known from the first that you thought he was handsome, you’d known from the start that you craved his attention and his eyes on you. You know that if he asked you’d say yes to a date or a kiss in an instant, friend or not. You had, for the entire six months you’d known him, harboured a crush. One that only got worse each time you saw him, but in favour of not alienating your first friend in New York you kept that to yourself.

You couldn’t hide how much you cared, however, as you finished sticking the last plaster over his cheek. Your fingers lingering on his skin.

“You need to start taking care of yourself.” It’s a quiet whisper, spoken softly to him, as softly as your fingers on his skin, brushing delicately back and forth as if you were worried you’d break him. He’s reminded once more that you care about him, that you are the gentlest person in his life, you treat him with such care that he feels like letting all the weight spill off of his shoulders and out of his mouth. He keeps those words tight in his chest, the fear of burdening you or scaring you off so astoundingly large.

“I-” He goes to protest but you press a finger across his lips, they pucker around your skin, surprised at the touch, something so startlingly intimate.

“You don’t...you...you barely sleep, you don’t eat much, you...you come back hurt all the time. I just…” You can’t help it, the way your face scrunches as you close your eyes in an attempt to fight off the tears that well in your eyes. You can’t help them, not when he’s bruised and bloody and hurt, not when you think about how easy it would be to lose him, how easy it seems to be for him to neglect himself, as if he doesn’t matter.

“Hey…” His hand cups your cheek and he bends over with a grunt, despite the pain. There’s something so utterly reassuring about the gentle rub of his thumb across your skin, for both of you. He can’t even understand how your skin could be so soft.

Peter encourages you to look up at him, brushing his thumb beneath your eye until you open them both, tears shiny and wet reflecting the city lights back at him. He tries to shush you, soothing noises in hopes it’ll stop those tears but they seem to keep coming now that you’re staring into his eyes. Yours constantly catching on the cuts and bruises across his handsome face.

“Take care of yourself for me, Peter. If...if you won’t do it for yourself, please do it for me. I don’t…” You swallow loudly, your heart beat is so prominent in his ears, fast and erratic, running a race that it can’t seem to win. He’s sure his own is beating just as loudly, blood rushing through his veins at the heavy meaning that seems to surround the two of you as you speak. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, so...you need to look after yourself because I...I...I care about you, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, hey...hey,” He’s gentle as he presses his forehead to your own, brown strands tickling the skin of your temples, eyes intense as they stare back to your own, “I’ll do better. I promise. I...I’m sorry, I...fuck, I didn’t think I was worrying you this much. I’m sorry, I'll do better, I promise, baby.” He means it with every fiber of his bones, he’ll start cooking proper food (even though he’s a pretty bad cook), trying to sleep at a reasonable hour, heck, he’ll even take more care when doing his patrols. He knows he’s gotten reckless. He’s so concerned with the worry that digs deep in your veins that he doesn’t even realise that slip of the tongue, so easy as it falls from his lips.

“I just...I don’t want to lose you, Pete.”

“You won’t. I promise. You won’t. You won’t.” It’s been seven years since Gwen’s death, he’s gotten sloppy. He knows he has. Knows there were times that he didn’t care if he lived or died, but he’s seen hope, the possibility of something more, of love again. He’ll do better for you. He’ll do better so that you don’t look like this again, scared out of your mind at two in the morning, worried your friend might not last long. You don’t even ask, you never ask how or why...but he wonders if that doesn't make it scarier to see him like this. To see the cuts, the bruises, the damage and not understand why.

It’s not the right time, but he promises himself, as he urges you up on the couch with him, that he’ll tell you the truth soon. All of it. Everything.

Soon, he thinks, as you curl yourself around him. Soon.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker reader insert #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #the amazing spider-man

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prettyboygcnius-blog · 7 years

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Get To Know Mun!

tagged by : @trappcdbird

1. What is your middle name? Braxton (and yes, I’m a girl) 2. How old are you? 19 3. When is your birthday? August 16th 4. What is your zodiac sign? Leo, bitch! 5. What is your favorite color? Black & mint green 6. What’s your lucky number? uh 16 maybe? I don’t really have one tbh 7. Do you have any pets? A dog, two cats & a hamster 8. Where are you from? Pennsylvania aka cornfield land 9. How tall are you? 5′2 10. What shoe size are you? 5 in womens, 3 1/2 in childrens (i can’t ever find my size... ever) 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Probably only like 5 or 6 tbh 12. What was your last dream about? Trying desperately to save a baby bird from dying in the snow and failing 13. What talents do you have? Singing, acting, guitar playing, being on stage in general 14. Are you psychic in any way? Doubt it lmao 15. Favorite song? I’m a music hoe so that’s an unfair question 16. Favorite movie? 500 Days of Summer, Peter Pan (2003 version), any Leonardo DiCaprio movie, Toy Story (all 3 of them), most other Pixar films 17. Who would be your ideal partner? Matthew Gray fuckin Gubler 18. Do you want children? Literally my biggest dream 19. Do you want a church wedding? I wouldn’t mind I guess, but I’d prefer something more extravagant 20. Are you religious? Yes 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? No & hopefully I’m not jinxing myself 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Once, when I was 13 for “breaking into” an abandoned house (my friends and I all entered through an open door... lmao) but we just paid a fine and that was it 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Joe Jonas winked at me when I was 2nd row at a DNCE concert but no, I never technically met anyone famous 24. Baths or showers? Showers, baths make me uncomfortably drowsy 25. What color socks are you wearing? White 26. Have you ever been famous? Nope, although people tell me I should be lol 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Not really, I don’t think I could stand the lack of privacy 28. What type of music do you like? Classic rock, doowop, alternative & indie - a bit of everything 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No but I damn want to! 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two, & my pillow cases feature Evan Peters & Matthew Gray Gubler 31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my right side, usually 32. How big is your house? Average, I guess? Not small and not big 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Yogurt or cereal 34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yeah but I was like 7 and barely remember 35. Have you ever tried archery? Once, at the same place I fired the gun lol 36. Favorite clean word? What? 37. Favorite swear word? Probably either fuck or dick 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? Probably under 24 hours, I’m a pussy I can’t go without sleeping lol 39. Do you have any scars? A few but they’re literally all from bug bites lmao 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Probably at one point 41. Are you a good liar? Depends on what I’m lying about 42. Are you a good judge of character? Oh hell yes 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I had to do a southern accent for a show I was in and I’m getting pretty good at scouse thanks to @easilyswcyed 44. Do you have a strong accent? I have an American accent so... idk how one would define it as ‘strong’ 45. What is your favorite accent? They’re all beautiful tbh I can’t pick one 46. What is your personality type? Outgoing, easy-going, sensitive & super anxious, pretty loud, always talking at 100mph and I’m either on top of the world happy or hating everything & it kinda sucks, there’s no in between 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Myyy shoes, probably? I don’t really buy expensive clothes I’m so frugal with my money lol 48. Can you curl your tongue? Hell ye 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie 50. Left or right handed? Right-handed 51. Are you scared of spiders? Oh fuck yeah 52. Favorite food? Probably either Chinese, pizza, or a tuna sandwich from Subway lmao 53. Favorite foreign food? Chinese to the fuckin max 54. Are you a clean or messy person? I’m neurotic about being neat & organized 55. Most used phrased? “fuck me” (when I’m pissed, not sexually lmao) ”literally” “i don’t know” 56. Most used word? Probably fuck or literally. 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? It all depends. For work I can get ready in like 20 minutes because fuck that place. If I’m going somewhere what I actually care about, it’ll probably take me an hour and a half or so (shower, hair & makeup) 58. Do you have much of an ego? Internally I guess, but I’m humble and I don’t like to seem conceded and I don’t act like I’m the shit unless I’m joking 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I suck until it’s small enough for me to bite (lmao ayyy) 60. Do you talk to yourself? Every fucking day 61. Do you sing to yourself? Every fucking DAYYYYY 62. Are you a good singer? I grew up in a family of musicians and I’ve been the lead of two musicals so... you tell me bitch 63. Biggest Fear? Losing someone I love, being betrayed by people who I thought I could trust, getting into a car crash/plane crash/ship wreck, spiders, elevators, fucking CENTIPEDES THAT RUN ALL OVER THE PLACE ON THREE MILLION LEGS 64. Are you a gossip? I hate to admit it but yeah I am 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? There’s so many but recently I saw Hacksaw Ridge which was fucking fantastic 66. Do you like long or short hair? It all depends on the person 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? I could try, but I bet you I’d fail 68. Favorite school subject? Science and English probably, although if we’re talking electives then Graphic Design all the way 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Mostly an extrovert but there are times where I’m more introverted (I hate being around big groups of people who I don’t really know and/or where I feel like an outsider) 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope but that would be fun except I’d be terrified 71. What makes you nervous? Literally everything to ever exist in the history of everything 72. Are you scared of the dark? It depends on where I am 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I try not to cause I feel like it’s rude as hell 74. Are you ticklish? yes, & I don’t even like reading this question holy shit 75. Have you ever started a rumor? No, but I’m sure I’d passed one on 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I’m the assistant manager at my job so when he’s gone I’m the big boss bitch 77. Have you ever drank underage? Yeah, but not often at all, I’m not a drinker 78. Have you ever done drugs? Never 79. Who was your first real crush? This kid Mikey in my kindergarten class who was cute and brunette and had freckles 80. How many piercings do you have? Five -- two in each ear & a bellybutton piercing 81. Can you roll your Rs? Hell yeah, I’m Italian so 82. How fast can you type? Pretty damn fast 83. How fast can you run? omg I SUCK at running 84. What color is your hair? Shit brown 85. What color is your eyes? Shit brown 86. What are you allergic to? Everything outside in the spring 87. Do you keep a journal? I used to, but I always forget 88. What do your parents do? Both my parents were musicians, but now my dad’s an Emergency Responder and my mom edits photos for dog show photographers. 89. Do you like your age? It kinda sucks, I don’t like growing up, I want to be 13 again 90. What makes you angry? Betrayal, being lied to, being gaslighted and called crazy for assuming things that were actually correct the entire time (if you can’t tell, there a lot going on in my life right now) 91. Do you like your own name? Oh man I used to HATE it when I was little, but it grew on me 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Harrison Michael & Audrey Lauren -- my boyfriend and I love The Beatles & Audrey Hepburn 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Both! (oh god please not twins though) 94. What are you strengths? I’m determined, hard-working, friendly & a perfectionist 95. What are your weaknesses? I can be a pessimist and I’m way too sensitive 96. How did you get your name? My mom & dad were going through CDs for name ideas and they both saw Carly Simon and immediately fell in love with Carly 97. Were your ancestors royalty? No but my boyfriend’s were 98. Color of your bedspread? White sheets & a black comforter 99. Color of your room? White walls & a light green carpet 100. Favorite celebrity? Matthew Gray Gubler!!!!!!, Evan Peters, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas, Chris Evans, Andrew Garfield, Leonardo DiCaprio, and literally a thousand more but those are my babes

Tagging; @deocrumtorquent, @@easilyswcyed @@darkcndtwisty @@rileypalmer @the-storm-within-me @@snowinabottle @everythingelle and anyone else!

#√∆✎ :: ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ. ± (ooc.)#(this was fun & entertained me at work lmao)

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Shows #9 and #11: ANGELS IN AMERICA Don’t be fooled. If you think that just because you experienced the National Theatre’s production of Tony Kushner’s masterwork, ANGELS IN AMERICA, when it was screened via live broadcast from London, you would be WRONG. While you may have enjoyed it on the big screen, nothing could prepare you for what it’s like to see it live—in a real-life theatre breathing the same air as this magnificent ensemble of actors. So, if you saw the screening and think there’s no need to see it live, change your thinking and get yourselves a ticket while you still can. Marianne Elliott’s revival may not have the sophisticated technical design that made her Tony-winning productions of WAR HORSE and THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHTTIME that made them a feast for the eyes as well as the soul; but what we get is a finely-tuned ensemble richly performing some of the most complex characters created for the stage. Elliott’s work with actors was greatly evident even in WAR HORSE and CURIOUS INCIDENT, but she’s outdone herself here. The entire London cast has crossed the Atlantic for this limited Broadway engagement, with the exception of Russell Tovey whom has been replaced by an outstanding Lee Pace (it should be said that Tovey was the first Joe I’ve found so sympathetically played, and I was initially disappointed that he wouldn’t reprise his performance—but Pace is even more believable than Tovey was, and turns in an emotionally naked performance that stuns). Andrew Garfield and Nathan Lane, who were the headliners in London, are here—each turning in towering performances that have only deepened in the months they’ve inhabited these roles, and (especially in Garfield’s case) benefit from being seen onstage rather than on a giant screen. There were complaints about the broadness of Garfield’s portrayal of Prior Walter, but he is superb here—turning in one of the finest stage performances I have ever seen (and let’s not forget that less than a week ago I saw Glenda Jackson and Laurie Metcalf sublimely play THREE TALL WOMEN). Lane’s Roy Cohn is a ferocious monster. There’s no question he lands the humor perfectly (and as one of the Prior heralds he is hilarious), but those who have only experienced musical comedy Nathan Lane will be surprised at the complexity of the performance he gives. In PERESTROIKA, he is an absolute marvel. The rest of the ensemble impresses even more than they did in the screening. Denise Gough, as Harper, proves that it IS possible to be better than Mary-Louise Parker in the role. Her performance is riveting throughout, but never better than in her moments opposite Garfield and in her final monologue at the end of PERESTROIKA. Nathan Stewart-Jarrett’s Belize continues to be spectacular, and Amanda Lawrence a terrific Angel, et al (in an interesting twist, Lawrence was absent for the second part; in her place I was treated to a very different, but equally brilliant Beth Malone—the Tony-nominated star of FUN HOME). Two performers who did not impress me as much in the screening but who blew me away live were Susan Brown and James McArdle as Hannah and Louis, respectively. Brown’s track is likely the hardest in the show, back and forth between sexes and the fantastical versus realistic. She’s a force. Her Hannah is every bit as astounding as Streep’s. McArdle takes a character that comes across as ridiculously overbearing in some performances as almost endearing, and he manages to beautifully balance his performance so that even when he does awful things you still feel for him. If the spare design seems confusing, you’re not alone. If Ian McNeil’s set is meant to evoke the crumbling of America as millennium approaches, it certainly does so—but when scene locations go from sparse to fully realized with no explanation, it tends to baffle. Still, it’s wonderful to see the Angel so differently rendered than the original production. It is theatricality at its finest. But who cares? With performances as deeply transformative as the ones given by this ensemble, they need little more than the open space they’re given to deliver Kushner’s immensely complex words. Their ability to make a 25 year old play feel as fresh as it did when it first opened is a magnificent achievement.

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