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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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Okay but like…Bully!Male reader falling for Nerdy!Pete…and like things escalate once you have detention and have to clean the tables of your class and The sexual tension is sky rocketing so much so Pete has to use his hands to hush you incase someone heard the…commotion 😭

I'M LOVING EVERY WORD!! ...let's get this written >:D

a/n — thanks for requesting this and i tried to work it in the best i could!

summary — check the request above! it's basically 1 to 1

warnings — smut! top!peter parker and bottom!reader, creampies, anal sex

words — 3.8k (i think my longest fic so far)

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The end of the school day had finally arrived; for most, it was a joyous celebration as it marked the start of the two days between this grueling week and the next one to follow, but for two individuals, that end was just the beginning of their time in detention.

"Back again, huh? I guess you missed me," Peter spoke, having only just set his bag on the side of his desk as he leaned up to see you taking a seat at the desk next to his. Immediately, he took a hand to his hair, toying with it to look a bit better before the conversation was set in motion.

You were quick to respond with a bite to your words, "Shut up, Parker. Why are you even here? Fall asleep from staying up too late again?"

Peter—unperturbed by your sudden outlash towards him—leaned forward on the oak surface of his desk and explained how he had ended up with a slip for detention, "That's a really weird guess, but, no, riding my board in the halls. It actually made a bunch of marks this time on the floor—"

"I, actually, don't care," You fulminated to the other boy. Sure, it was inconsistent—considering that you had asked him how he landed in detention—but a few days ago, you stumbled into a web of emotional entanglement after a shocking realization that seemed impossible to escape; you liked Peter Parker.

At first, it was a hard pill to swallow, a pill so confusing that you couldn't even name what was in it; it was simply an imbalanced mix of every emotion packed into something that no ordinary medicine would ever make you feel. Ironically, it never made you feel better. It only caused you to feel sick to your stomach whenever you saw Peter.

You thought it was a desire to befriend him that left you feeling that way after every interaction. Maybe after all those years of being under Flash's coercion to bully the poor guy for laughs, you had realized what you actually wanted to see—you wanted to see him by your side, walking down the hall with you. The lockers that you used to cheer Flash on for shoving him into would salute the two of you as the ringleader of bullies himself would be stuffed away into one, with no one to help him.

But the more you thought about Peter, the more you wanted him. There were times in class when you would look at him, and time would stop. It felt like you could analyze every detail on his face in just a single glance but still have so much more to see behind it. Your eyes grew to know the path of his features, where certain things turned into an abrupt dead-end only to bleed into the surrounding, insanely alluring attributes. And as your feelings grew for the nerd, so did the number of times you thought about him and how perfect he was.

Hell, you were doing it now during your talk with him, watching how he sported a smirk across his face, eyes scornfully slit with a glare to combat your rude words carelessly tossed at him. His comeback to it came out a bit stilted once he deduced that your eyes lingered on him, "Well—," he cleared his throat, "—well, thinking about riding over your face helped give the extra push my board needed. Thanks, man."

"Of course," You mused, feigning compassion for the other boy. At this point, you realized that the classroom was empty apart from you and Peter. Though, in just a few moments of silence, the door opened. A faculty member entered the classroom, the handles of two buckets hung from his grip, janitorial supplies teeming over the brim from both.

He walked to the small margin of space given by the two desks you and Peter sat at, placing one plastic pail on each desk, "Alright, Mr.Parker and Mr.(L/n). I've decided to give the both of you a punishment that I think fits well—you'll be cleaning all the desks in this room, along with a few other areas around here, too."

The teacher strode to the chalkboard at the head of the classroom, turning away from the both of you to write the areas you had to clean on the black surface. Over the loud squeak of chalk marking the solid surface and the teacher's radio cutting through with intermittent static, Peter leaned towards you, asking his own question, "Why are you here?"

"Drawing on the desks," You replied hushedly. Unfortunately, it was loud enough for the teacher to hear you talk.

"Gentlemen! I don't want to have to remind you—no less than five minutes into the class—that this is detention and not a place for—," The teacher's receiver went off, signaling that he was needed on the other side of the school. He huffed at the request and carried himself to the door, "Get to work you two, I'll be back in a little to check your progress."

You shot to your feet, standing over the bucket on your desk. Inside the pail, there were bottles of various cleansing sprays for all kinds of surfaces, a couple pairs of rubber gloves, and a few large sponges.

"Let's get this done," You stated, picking out a random bottle from the bucket and slipping on the elastic gloves with ease. Peter did the same, muttering some snarky comment under his breath that you couldn't hear.

To you and Peter's surprise, cleaning the surfaces of each desk and the chalkboards integrated into the walls turned out to be a cakewalk. You neared the last row of desks in the back of the room—where you and Peter sat—while Peter worked on cleaning a blackboard at the front of the room. Cleaning your way down the line of desks, you got to your own seat, squeezing the bottle handle as it squeaked out a few spritzes of the cleanser inside onto the wooden surface.

With the sponge in your other hand, you wiped the mixture around the desk until no dry areas remained. Peter's desk was the last one you would have to clean, and then you were done with your part of the room. You rounded your desk and moved to Peter's, following the same pattern as how you had cleaned the rest of the desks. Then, you noticed to the side of his desk sat his bag, beaten and marked up from the dirt and whatever else was on it. You laughed to yourself, thinking that this could be an easy way to mess with the other boy. You tugged at the zipper as you checked to ensure Peter wasn't looking.

On the other side of the room, Peter stood on the tips of his toes, his sneakers showing heavy creases as he tried to reach a bit of writing at the very top of the blackboard. As a result, his shirt had lifted to reveal a bit of his torso. If your jaw wasn't saved by the mercy of your mandible, it would have dropped to the floor at the sight of him. Instead, your heart plummeted to your stomach, and that feeling you had for Peter came rushing back. Your mind immediately gravitated to a myriad of thoughts dirtier than a New York alley—ones that involved Peter, on his back, with ropes of glossy white coating his abdomen.

To block those feelings and thoughts out, you turned back to his bag, hoping that messing around with him would untangle the Gordian knot in your stomach. You started pulling at the zipper again, doing it softly so that Peter wouldn't hear it. You let the small, metallic rectangle dangle on the other side of his bag once you towed it along its path, parting the pieces of fabric to reveal the inside.

Your hand went for the first thing inside the backpack, a pile of some fabric that you assumed to be an extra pair of underwear given the material. It would be a perfect way to embarrass Peter, especially since it was probably something nerdy like Spider-Man boxers—or even worse, Star Wars boxers. You slowly pulled it out of his bag, careful not to make any noise as you did.

You immediately recognized what it was, your hands running over it frantically to try and confirm that it was fake, but it was Spider-Man's mask, complete with a matching suit sitting just under it in his bag. There was no way that this wasn't genuine.

But that would mean that Peter Parker is Spider-Man. The nerd who looked like a breeze could carry him away was fighting criminals at night.

“Holy shit,” You muttered at the newfound revelation, but it was loud enough to pull Peter’s attention over to you. He had finally noticed what you were doing and dropped the eraser in his hands.

"Hey, put that back!" Peter yelled, rushing towards you with a concerned expression. You did what he said and frantically dropped it back into his bag, spewing out mindless apologies to him.

He cut you off as one of his hands cupped your mouth, his other landing on your chest to push you back against the nearest wall, "(Y/n), I need you to be honest with me. Are you going to tell anyone?"

Your eyes were wide as you shook your head. While you were surprised that Peter was Spider-Man, your mind had flown from that fact to how close Peter was to you. He had never gotten this close or this physical with you, so this contact brought a rising heat to your face as the crotch of your pants felt more restrictive than before. The smell of him poured out to you without him doing much of anything, and

His impossibly powerful grip didn't lessen; he was still unsure of whether or not he could trust you. After all, you were a bully to him and others alike, so trust wasn't something established in your relationship with him. But, the longer he held onto you, the more your attraction to him became noticeable. On his end, he could hear your heart beating faster and faster with each passing second, while you figured he was going to spot the growing tent you sported.

Peter would be lying if your proximity to one another didn't entice him too, as it distracted him from thinking straight about you knowing his secret identity. Outside of your adverse interactions, Peter cherished the moments where you two seemed to bond over something, whether you were asking him for help with the homework or quizzing each other on types of chemical equations. All of it made him wish that the social influences of high school hadn't whisked you away towards a life of making poor choices alongside the rest of the bullies stalking the halls.

Even if there wasn't a close connection between the two of you, he planned on closing the distance between you—in more ways than one. He didn't want to be the guy who admired your looks through his computer screen while editing a photo for Midtown; he had always wanted to make you right your wrongs and stand up to Flash one day. Peter wasn't sure how he would do it, but he hoped it was possible. If not for his feelings, he wanted to do it for you. He pondered over the idea of bringing you closer since the ringing of your heartbeat in his ears seemed to say it all.

While Peter's panic seemed to have slowly dissipated into nothing, your's was on the rise. Every humiliating thought worked its way into your mind since Peter was bound to notice your aversely expressed feelings for him. He would have the perfect ammunition to pluck you from your place on the school social ladder and drop you into the void of irrelevancy. Not that you cared much for it, but coming to school after this wouldn't be easy. But, as much as your mind led you to believe in one specific outcome from this whole thing, it took a turn that you didn't see coming.

Peter had let out a relieved sigh, his grip keeping you against the wall loosened. His hand didn't feel like it was about to rip your face off with one quick pull anymore; instead, he moved it to cup your face. His other hand snuck up to your shoulder to pull you away from the wall and into his embrace. This was his chance, and he decided to take it.

Your tense body loosened in line with Peter's hold on you, making it easy to place your arms around him once you were away from the wall. The simmering fear turned into enthrallment at the wonder of where he was taking this. He had brought you close to him—that was the first step—and all he had to do now was close the remaining gap between you and him.

Quickly, Peter bridged the distance between you and him with his lips pressed to yours. At first, it was only a quick peck as Peter pulled back to see your reaction, but you yanked him back onto you with a craving for more before he could even take one look at you. It just felt so easy. Easy enough to guide Peter back to his desk, his back firmly pressed to the tan hardwood surface. Your lips never left the other for even a single icy second, embracing in the warm air hitting each other's skin. It was almost hard and desperate with every repeated press to the other, like a counter for the countless years of denying the truth with anger and pity. You wouldn't be surprised if you pulled away and saw his already full lips look like he had just gotten knocked in the face.

Peter's hands slid down your body, stopping just short of your pants and letting his hands soar up the underside of your shirt, bunching it up as he went. He guided you back and peeled himself away from the desk to strip the shirt from your shoulders and over your head. Peter's shirt landed over yours a few seconds later, and he was pressing your bare back to the stiff plank of wood with metal legs as he returned to crushing your lips with a loving force. His bulge mirrored the action above as it pressed to your trouser-clad thigh.

Inbetween each kiss, he warns that you two will have to be fast through a breathy rasp. He was right—at any moment, a teacher could walk in and see the ungodly sight of the both of you pressed into each other, contaminating one of the desks.

"Okay," You huffed. Peter pulled away from you and turned to rummage through his bag on the floor. He popped his head back up, softly calling out your name to grab your attention as if the half-full bottle of lube in his hand wasn't pulling enough, "Do you want to use lube? I mean I don't know if you prepped or anything."

You sat against the edge of his desk with both hands placed at the two corners behind you for support, "No! I came for school, not sex. Why do you even have that here?"

He stood tall again, towering over you as he moved closer, "It's for the suit. Sometimes swelling from an injury won't go down, so it's useful."

You laughed and pulled him down to you for a quick peck, "I still can't believe your Spider-Man."

"You're lucky I don't have any web-fluid on me," He teased, "But I can't believe I'm really doing this." Peter placed the bottle over on your desk, his hands gravitating to the button and fly of his dark denim pants. Your eyes followed down the funnel-like shape his sex lines provided and watched in anticipation for the tease of his bulge to lose its place to the real thing hitting the classroom air. The whir of his zipper felt like it lasted forever as he parted the woven flaps and bunched the elastic waist of his boxers to let his cock free.

You could have sworn that your mouth fell open as it kept going. Peter was anything but small. The length alone was enough to make you swoon and hit every spot you could ask it to, but the girth was just as impressive. You were sure it could leave your hole gaping for days after this, and you were about to find out.

"Who knew Parker was packing?" You joked, attempting to feign any emotion created by the wave of nervousness stabbing your heart as you doubted your ability to take someone his size.

A smile grew on Peter's face as he took his painfully impressive length into his right hand and grabbed the bottle of lube with his left. He flicked open the cap with ease, giving it a few shakes to force the lube to the top of the bottle as he flipped it over. He casually squirted a thick line of lube over the top of his cock, replying to you while he did it, "I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me, like, ever."

"I'll be even nicer in a few minutes when that's destroying me from the inside-out," You joked, knowing that even with the help of the slick substance, you will probably still be crying to whatever God that sculpted Peter in their image. It was breathtaking to watch Peter's left arm flex with each tug of his equally stunning cock. Your voice softened in defeat at the realization that this was a risk, temporary, and far from the ideal way to be intimate with the nerdy guy, "But, we can't be loud, right?"

"Right," Peter agreed, stepping close to you as he let his stiffening length swing with each step. He kept his slick hand near him as he used the other to pull you onto your back and shuck off your pants and boxers, ass in view for the world to see. He tossed them down to the ever-growing pile of clothes at his feet, using the lube left on his fingers to trace over your hole. You moaned at his cold fingers lightly grazing over your entrance, your head reflexively leaning over the edge of the desk.

After a few moments of teasing your hole, Peter brought both of your feet up and over his shoulders, taking his slicked cock in hand and guiding his cockhead to it. You felt it gently graze over your hole before Peter pressed his hips forward, ushering himself into with a certain eagerness. He had to restrain his urges to turn you into a mess as payback for the years of teasing, especially since your first reaction to him stretching your ass was to let out something between the noises of a moan and cry. Peter was big. Big enough to cause an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

"Hey—hey, you have to be quiet, okay?" He asks. A calloused hand imprinted on your perfect features to cover your mouth. It pained Peter to know that he couldn't hear the beautiful sounds that his size alone would emit, annoyingly muffled by the palm of his hand. Your hole would have to efficiently communicate your pleasure with each spasm and contraction against his cock.

You nodded and felt him slowly press on, stretching your ass with each passing inch. Eventually, Peter bottomed out inside you, and your assumptions about his size rang true; your small ring of pink would be left agape by the end of this. He starts to nudge his way back, putting a hand on your hip for support to pull his own hips away before driving himself deep into you.

Peter repeated himself, and his thrusts quickly increased in strength, growing more painful and pulling louder and louder noises from you, only to be muffled by the palm of his hand. Though, the smacking of skin said enough to make up for your or Peter's lack of words at the moment. You vented your pleasure into giving yourself a sloppy handjob. You could barely keep your hand taut enough to jerk your own length with each intense pounding Peter gave. This would have been the perfect moment for 'Spider-Man' to have eight arms instead of two.

As he went on, Peter moved with great stealth, letting each moan and grunt pass through his teeth to keep quiet. But, his drive to reach a climax is needy and desperate to the point where he huffed out every breath in short bursts.

Your climax came into view faster than the speed Peter embodied. And with just a few light tugs on your own cock, you shot out a few ropes of hot white release. The walls of your ass tightened around Peter's length as you did, sending Peter over his own edge.

"Fuck, fuck," He moaned while pulling out of you, making sure to keep his voice low.

Peter flipped you onto your stomach, keeping a hand on your hip. The heat from your back ruminated on the wooden desk as you gained a new look at the classroom. Everything was in your view aside from Peter, who towered over your pathetic ass as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and tugged himself towards his climax. You could feel his entire arm tremble and stiffen, hearing a loud moan echo through the silent room as the hot sensation of his release hit your lower back and the crack between your two mounds.

If it wasn't enough, a bristling feeling left the hairs on the back of your neck in pointing shock as something broad and wet ran over your perineum and slowly up between your backside. As Peter reached your lower back, he laved your skin with small laps to clean up the ropes of come he sprayed on you. He soaked in the salty and bitter flavor of your skin and his release on his tongue as you poured out a myriad of moans that were euphonic to him. He made sure to get everything and swallow it down before rising to his feet. Once you stopped feeling him messing around with your rear, you turned to see him getting dressed.

"What?" He laughed, "We gotta clean up this mess. You heard the teacher!"

"I can't believe you," You jokingly scoffed for an added effect, bending over to pick up your clothes. Peter snuck in a few glances as he pulled his shirt over his head, "So, can Spider-Man swing by later? Or should he come here tomorrow?"

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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Look, well all know Andrew reads but GUYS (and I cannot emphasise this enough)

These are library books. He…he goes to the library.

This is the purest and most adorable thing. My entire world has been flipped and I can now see the horizon.

(I know these pictures are old but still I love it)

#Andrew Garfield #andrew garfield reads and I love it #andrew garfield my beloved #andrew garfield au #rancid rambles

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kenobion · 2 years

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Andrew Garfield on Late Night with Seth Meyers

#I gotta admit I don't love the beard but I do love him #andrew garfield #my gifs #(I've realized the reason I don't go for it is cause my brother has a full beard and the vibe is very similar and it reminds me of him)#(being reminded of your brother is not something you want in someone you have a thing for)#also it hides his beautiful face too much #there ended up being lots of hand action in this one #andrew please hmu #andrew garfield my beloved

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southernsugar84 · 2 years

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The hold that this man has on me...❤️

#andrew garfield #andrew garfield my beloved #andrewgarfield

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Lipstick Mark | (Young) Remus Lupin

Title: Lipstick Mark

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: A lipstick mark is enough to tell it all.

The minute you saw the look Lily and Marlene were giving you, you knew that something was wrong.

But with the teasing smile they were also giving, you knew that the "something wrong" could only be applied to you.

"What?" You asked, sitting right across them on the bench in the Great Hall.

"Looks like you and Remus had a rather exhilirating morning today." James teased as your boyfriend went to sit beside you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Remus said as the two of you exchanged a look, trying to ignore the blush that was making itself known on both of your faces - you had specifically made sure that the dorm was completely empty and the door was locked…

"Deny it all you want Moony." Sirius snickered, "But the lipstick mark on your collar says otherwise."

Looking over to his collar, there was indeed a bright red stain in the shape of your lips.

"What?" You said innocently, giving a shrug, "That's what you get for giving me hickeys about the collar when I told you not to."

"You can cover up the hickeys with foundation!"

"Not when I'm running a minute late to class!"

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#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #the marauders #marauders era #young remus x reader #young remus imagine #young remus lupin #young remus lupin x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield fanfiction #andrew garfield fluff #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield my beloved #andrew garfield one shot #andrew garfield peter parker #andrew garfield smut

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strangerhands · 1 month

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i dont even give a fuck anymore i need to rewatch tick tick boom right now

#for my health.#andrew garfield my beloved #talkin shit

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honoraryfairy · 2 years

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happy bday andy :)

thank you for everything all these years, you’ve inspired me so much as an actor and as a human being. i love you so so so much. thanks for being the reason i got bangs :,)

here’s to 39 !!!!!! 💌🎉🫀🍰🧁💗

#andrew garfield #my best friend #happy andrew day !!!!!#andrew garfield my beloved #i love him i love him i love him

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singlethread · 2 months

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I finished the social network

#Andrew Garfield my beloved #idk how I feel about the movie I think it was entertaining at least

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arkhamknightz · 2 years

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TILL DEATH DO US PART ii

summary: MONTHS LATER part 2 to my fic in sickness, and in health, alternate ending: peter finds you coughing up petals in your room, and he finally confesses his feelings for you. (gender neutral reader)

warnings: mentions of blood, hanahaki disease, throw up mention, throwing up flower petals, happy ending this time, peter gets there before reader suffocates, mentions of gwen’s death

notes: hey sorry for the hold up i re-wrote this about a thousand times but nothing ever really seemed right! I hope this is good enough 4 everyone :) here is part 1!!

a day. it took peter a day to come and visit you. he knocked on your window, the curtains covering any view he had inside your room. he tried opening the window but it was locked, you never locked your window. he knew something was up, he walked into your apartment, your parents were gone on a business trip for the last few months.

he found the spare key your mother had always left for him under the plant by your front door, he swiftly walked inside calling out your name, just barely hearing the faint “peter?” coming from your bedroom. he unlocked the door seeing you writing a note at your desk, the whole room smelling like blood and flowers.

he took a look around, blood and petals all over your bedsheets, piles of bloody tissues inside and around your trashcan. you looked lifeless. peter was horrified, he saw as you looked at him with a sad smile on your face. “i don't know what you're doing here but you need to leave pete.” he frantically shook his head, tears already gathering in his eyes. “what's- what's going on? we need to get you to a hospital how long have you been sick like this?” you sadly shook your head.

“a hospital can't fix what's wrong with me. i won't allow it.” his throat ran dry. “what do you mean? come on please y/n let me help you.” you pulled a bowl in front of you, flower petals, blood and tiny sticks falling out your mouth. peter looked at you, a terrified expression stuck on his face. “please just let me help you. tell me what's wrong.” he watched as you motioned to your computer.

he quickly read the article. “i did this to you? how- how long?” you spoke up in a small voice. “since you started dating her.” peter held a hand up to his mouth, tears spilling out his eyes. you had been suffering for months because he didn't think he would ever have the chance. he glanced down at the unfinished note you had been writing. he quickly fell to his knees beside you.

“i'm sorry, i'm sorry me being such a coward and running to some other girl caused you this. i'm sorry me thinking you couldn't ever love me lead to you thinking it was unreciprocated. please i love you, i always have. its always been you. i tried loving gwen, i tried so hard and i did, i did love her, but it was always you, i tried so hard to love her the way i love you but no matter how much i distanced myself from you, no matter how many times i tried convincing myself my love for you was based off of childhood fantasies i couldn't love her the way i love you.”

you looked at him with tears welling in your eyes. “please, peter don't lie. its too late for me.” he shook his head, sobs escaping his lips. “please i can't loose you too. i can't loose both of you. i love you y/n y/l/n. i have since that first day of 4th grade when you beat me at limbo.” he chuckled at the memory. “please, let me love you. let me fix this.” you nodded, tears in your eyes. he quickly pulled you into a kiss, your lips tasting like blood and flowers.

you pulled away, pushing him as you ran to the bathroom. he followed behind you, rubbing your back as you threw up heaps of flowers. he watched as the plants fell out of your throat, it felt like it went on for hours, he watched as the red fell from your mouth, some were petals, some were fully grown flowers or flower buds. some were sticks and leaves. it seemed to suddenly stop, your body going limp.

he looked at you worried, calling out your name as he shook your shoulders. you softly smiled, eyes still closed. “mm here. i'm okay. just- really tired and lightheaded.” peter pulled you into a hug, cries leaving his lips. “i thought i lost you.” you shook your head hugging back as tightly as he was. “not going anywhere pete, not anymore.”

his lips connected with yours, not caring about the bloody taste. you kissed back almost as eagerly as he did. your stomach tingling in a different way this time. butterflies.

#andrew garfield x reader #fiction #tasm!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield angst #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew peter parker #andrew!spiderman #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm peter #andrew garfield my beloved #andrew garfield fluff #the amazing spiderman x reader #the amazing spiderman

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siriuslyli · 1 year

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#I don't see the difference #literally #can't see it #andrew garfield my beloved #Mein Löwe mein Bär mein Garfield #lmao-#he means so much to me #i can't explain it #:') <3 #dreamy sigh

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the-amazing-simp · 2 years

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Single | (TASM) P.P.

This is for my 1.3k Rom-Com Night on my main

Peter couldn’t stop staring at you, even if he tried.

You were just too gorgeous, it was as if you were a mixed reincarnation of the goddesses: Aphrodite, Athena and Hera.

He doesn’t even know if the two of you should be alone together - that’s how obvious his crush is.

The two of you are best friends, so basically - wherever he was you were too.

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“Peter, I didn’t know you were such a romantic.” You called from the other side of the couch, “‘I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen, I just wanna get lost in your lungs.’ Who’s that for Pete?”

Peter felt himself blush as you read his recent post out loud, one that had been for you, “It’s none of your business.”

“C’mon.” You pleaded, scooting over to his side, “It’s not like I’m some stranger - I’m your best friend.”

Peter pretended to think about it for a moment, “Nope.”

“Please.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Nope.” Peter repeated, popping the ‘p’.

“Is it Gwen?” You asked, trying to mask your jealousy for the blonde-haired, smart girl.

“What?” He asked, bewildered, “Of course not. Gwen and I are just friends.”

“Then who is it?” You whined.

“Not telling you.” Peter said, before standing up and heading to the kitchen in search of the tin can that held Aunt May’s cookies.

“You can’t keep your secrets forever Pete!” You called out, determined to know who the post was for.

If you couldn’t be his girlfriend, then you might as well be his wingwoman.

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You stared at the lightened screen of your phone, the poetic words of your best friend’s latest tumblr post imprinting themselves in your brain.

“You know you got all my attention. You know you got all mine.”

Gently knocking on the door of the Parker household, you rocked on the balls of your feet.

“Hello Y/N!” Aunt May smiled as she opened the door, “It’s so nice to see you again. Come in!”

“Is Peter home?“ you asked, following her inside.

She shook her head, “He went out to do whatever Peter does when he’s out.”

“Good.” You breathed out relieved, “I actually came here to ask you something.”

“Oh,” Aunt May smiled, intrigued, “well let me get some tea first then we can have a chat. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good one.”

—

“So,” Aunt May said, setting two steaming cups of tea down on the table, “what’s up?”

“Well,” you grinned nervously, “it’s actually about Peter.”

“Ooh,” She giggled, “Now this is getting interesting. What about Peter?”

“Has he mentioned anything to you about…being interested in someone?” You asked.

“Maybe, why?” She said, sipping her drink.

You watched the steam rising to mix in with the atmosphere, “Well, I’ve just been noticing that lately his posts are romantic. Like, it’s what he actually wants to say to the person he’s interested in.”

Aunt May remained quiet, contemplating whether or not she should tell you - she was growing impatient over how long Peter was taking…

“I asked him and he outright refuses to tell me. So, I thought he might’ve mentioned a thing or two to you.” You continued.

Oh. Aunt May realized that you still haven’t had a hint on what Peter felt about you.

“He kinda did mention that he had his eye on someone.” She said.

Pushing down the pang of jealousy that rose up in your chest, you questioned, “Did he happen to mention who it was?”

Aunt May shook her head with a small smile, “Sorry dear.”

“It’s okay Aunt May.” You smiled reassuringly before completely changing the topic.

—

Having just finished your homework, you made your way down to the kitchen to get a snack.

To your surprise, you heard Peter talking to your father. Maybe with a bit of motive to eavesdrop, you stayed hidden by the side.

“Sir, I know she’s been hurt before. I’ve seen her go through that pain and I hate seeing her in pain. Because of that, I understand how you’re being careful about who you allow to have her heart - but I promise you that I’ll take care of her.” Peter said, “The last thing I want to do is break her heart.”

Your father sighed, “Fine. You can ask her out. But Parker, I swear if you break her heart - I’m coming after you and not even Spider-Man can stop me.”

You smiled at the prospect of your father not knowing that Peter was actually the vigilante himself.

But your mind kept on replaying the conversation you had just eavesdropped on, Peter had wanted to ask you out.

So, did that mean that his posts had been for you all along?

Deciding to step out of your hiding place, you held back a laugh at Peter’s flabbergasted expression upon seeing you.

“Y-Y/N/N!” He managed to stutter out, not knowing what to say, “H-how long have you been standing there?”

Your father gave you a small smile, “I’ll leave you two to it.”

Peter avoided your gaze, looking down at his feet, “So…”

“I would love to go out with you, Peter.” You grinned.

Both of his brows shot up in surprise, “Yeah…”

You giggled, kissing his cheek, “I’ll see you Saturday.”

He nodded, still dumbfounded, “Perfect..”

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