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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pairing: michael myers x reader
soulmate au; soulmates that make choices for each other.
part two!
"Bro. I got this bitch ass pimple on my face - what should I do?"
soulmate chooses: let it do it's thing.
"What a bitch. When i meet my soulmate I'm gonna fucking punch 'em in the fucking neck." You sigh, then snicker right after - "If i can even reach them."
Usually, you start off your day with a huge huff of cocaine and a box of Kelloggs™ cereal with the milk with the purple lid. Just kidding! You don't eat Kelloggs, instead, you eat Lucky Charms! Mostly for the marshmellows. Anyways.
You get dressed. Having been naked and looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating on whether popping the 3 pimples on your face - one above your eyebrow, very - not visible. Another on your cheekbone - the other on your nose. You popped the one on your nose and washed your face, yesterday, so two pimples.
Anyways. You dress in regular jeans, pull over a plain grey t-shirt over your head, and slip on some socks, then your sneakers, then a hoodie. You checked over yourself and decide you look hot as fuck, and step to your bed, pull off your phone from your charger, shove that bitch in your pocket - and leave.
soulmate chooses: take a bus to school.
"Awh! They care about me <33."
"Hm." You look over the choices you get to pick - buy a donut or have a balanced breakfast.
"Haha!" You laugh, clicking on the 'balanced breakfast'. "Homeboy gonna eat good tonight. Whether they fucking like it or not."
You exit your home, keys in your pocket, and a lollipop in your mouth. You totally forgot to the brush your teeth, but gurgled some mouthwash hoping it would be enough.
You jog towards the bus, enter said bus, and sat next to your friend.
"Hey, kiddo." She waved. Neon pink hair clashed with black hair as it fell over her left blue eye, a major contrast to her paper white skin. She wore a black hoodie with some red symbol, something to do with creepypasta, black pants with large rips, fishnet tights under, and regular ol converse. Red, to be exact. Converse Chucks, to be exact.
"Shut the fuck up, don't call me that." You pull out your phone and lean down, entering your password as the bus begun to move.
"Ah, babygirl, you know that turns me on, aha - " She bites her lip and rubs her hand together like she was rubbing in hand sanitizer.
"Ah, right. I love you."
"Ew." Cheesebird laughed. Some random ass nickname you gave her because she didn't like her name.
soulmate chooses; go to classes
"Ugh." You roll your eyes - had thought about skipping class.
You look over your choices. steal a car, or walk.
Well. You don't want your soulmates feet to hurt.. so. Steal a car.
After the bus pulls up to the school, you exit with Cheesebird. You're a Senior in highschool.
You enter first period. Homeroom.
You sit in your assigned seat, thankfully, next to Cheesebird. You two discreetly passed notes, never getting caught - only once by a substitute.
"Hey, so, i know a neat place to go trick-or-treating. You up for it?" Cheesebird asked, placing her Gir themed backpack next to her feet, under the piss yellow desk -
You shrug. The day carrying on, kind've. You're in fourth period. Gym, when Cheesebird asked you the question again.
"Honestly, I'm thinking of starting in tonight. I have this fucking weird ass bad feeling.." You rub your bare arms, feeling unusually comfortable in the red booty shorts the gym made you wear.
"I can respect that. After i get all my candy, I'm gonna dip over to your house, is that okay?" Cheesebird asked, fiddling with a lollipop stick. She ate the lollipop already, stealing it from someone's backpack because of her soulmates choice - so the stick acted as a candy cigarette of some sort.
"Yeah, that's chill. What are you gonna be?" You swing your legs back and forth. Ankles crashing against the bleachers, giving you a dull pain.
"I'm gonna be a goblin. You know, if i were to guess what you were going to be, you would be a fucking astomi. Cause like, I'm gonna be a goblin.. and you're basically a goblin.. and i don't like talking.. except like, with you." Cheesebird explained awkwardly. She begun to chew on her lollipop stick.
"Yeah, i got it." You chuckle.
soulmate chooses: apple, water, and chicken nuggets.
"Oh, sick." You nodded.
"Oh, did your soulmate choose something? What was chosen your majesty?" Cheesebird asked.
"I got chicken nuggets for lunch. Want them?" You ask, looking over the freshmen that chose to play volleyball on one side, and basketball on the other.
You turn to Cheesebird, watching her eyes peek up.
Her eyes flick to you, and she nods with a smile, "Thanks bro!"
"Ah, yeah." You breathe, "No problem."
You look over your choices. clever or chef's knife.
You make a look, furrowing your eyebrows and jerking your head back slightly before choosing chef's knife.
"Another? What'd you choose?"
"My choices were clever or chef's knife." You tell her with confidence.
"Holy shit - your soulmate is a cooker! Lucky.. mines a fucking idiot."
You snort. "Lucky you.. mine could also be a murderer." You shrug.
"Hot." Cheesebird wiggles her eyebrows at you. "Oh, dude! Remember that guy - Boogeyman of Haddonfield?"
"Yeah."
"Dude, they say he escaped some institution! They might cancel Halloween cause of his bitch-ass." Cheesebird rolled her eyes and leaned back.
"Ah, what a fuck. If it actually gets cancelled, you wanna come over and watch some movies? Maybe order some pizza?" You offer.
"Oh fuck yeah man! Thanks." Cheesebird laughed, clapping you on the shoulder once.
"No problem!" You say enthusiastically, punching Cheesebird on her bare upper arm.
"Ow! Fuck.. you whore." Cheesebird sucked in a breath.
You laugh, quieting down and patting ehr on the thigh. "Wanna go to the lockers? It's almost time to go. Like, 15 more minutes.." You say absentmindedly, gazing at the red blinking numbers.
"Oh yeah. Let's go." Cheesebird was ready to hop off. You count down to 3 to 1 and jump off the bleachers with Cheesebird, jogging across the court and entering the locker room.
soulmate chooses: wash face
I didn't even do shit, though? You shrug off the thoughts and get undressed after putting in the combination for your little locker. After shoving your gym clothes into said locker, you pull on your clothes, slipping on your shoes easily and picking up your backpack. You jog over to the bathrooms, go to the nearest sink, and splash your face.
You look up - the choices; grab a water or get a beer.
You choose water. Gotta stay healthy.
You wait by the gym doors for Cheesebird. And, hooray! She comes. Don't take that out of context.
Lunch speeds by. So do your classes. After school, you walk home with Cheesebird and say your goodbyes. You pull out your keys, inserting the key and unlocking the door.
You enter, closing the door behind you. You toss the keys on the stand next to the door and kick off your shoes, throwing off your backpack and jogging to the living room. You recieve a call from your mom. Saying that she was gonna be late. Maybe coming in around midnight or even later.
soulmate chooses: order pizza.
"hey cool."
And, you do just that. You call some pizza place with breadsticks, grab some money from your room and jog back downstairs. You watch Adam Sandler movies while you wait for the pizza.
The doorbell rings after 15 minutes of waiting. You jump up and run to the door. Opening it and seeing a cute pizza boy.
"Thanks." He salutes, recieving a tip from you.
You call back a 'no problem' and shut the door, placing the pizza on the table in front of the couch. You lie down, pulling a blanket over you.
soulmate chooses: take a nap.
You feel so.. tired now. Fuck it. Let's go to sl-
You awake. The T.V. off, lights out, and warm-ish pizza. You were obviously disoriented. You go to pull out your phone from your back pocket once you sit up.
The brightness blinds you - you quickly put it at a lower brightness.
You yawn, vision vlurry before it subsides and you quickly look over your notifications. A text from your mom 'hey honey, gona b stayin l8r than usual luv u'. You smile, rubbing your eyes and holding your phone with one hand.
You stand, flashing your flashlight. You drop your phone - gazing at the large figure in front of you.
"Who.. are you?" You take an anxious step back, you can feel a stream of cold sweat stream down the side of your head - from your temple. It was fucking disgusting. So.. so dark.
You see the glint from his hand - a knife. A knife. A knife. A knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. Run. Go. Run. Go. Go. Through the backdoor. Now. Fucking GO!
You turn on your heel and bolt through the living room and through the kitchen. Why did you even fucking ask that? 'Who are you' - like?? You don't know him, and he's in your house. Like?? You should've just pulled a knife. Just kidding! You would've been too fucking pussy to do that :\
You inhale and exhale heavily - otherwise known as breathing. You were really close to hyperventilating - but somehow, you slow down your breaths as you quietly slip through the backdoor.
All you wanted to do - you sob in your mind, was eat some fucking pizza - you heave, as you shuffle towards the backyard entrance, that lead to the front yard. And maybe watch some fucking pornhub.. all my plans.. ruined.
soulmate chooses: go back inside your house.
You choke. Eyes growing uncomfortably hot, your bottom jaw trembled as you clench your arms, hugging yourself. Was this - this fucking stalker your soulmate?
You did have control of your body as you calmly walk back through the gate. Your eyes well up, tears blurring your vision. You wipe the tears away and wipe them on your hoodie harshly. You trace therock trail that lead around the corner of your home.
You enter through the backdoor. Closing it behind you gently. You huff, and turn around.
You immediately make eye contact with large breasts that were covered by a dark blue fabric. A zipper in the middle and a single pocket.
"So.." You begin; voice cracking. You feel your face grow hot out of embarrassment. After clearing your throat and looking into the black holes of the mask that mocked a human face, covering the whole ass fuckin head of the tall, buff male, you instantly feel small. You rub your hands together, clenching your hoodie in your hands now.
"Uh.. what's uh - what's your name?" You come to a realization of how fucking stupid that was. Asking a large scary man what his name was - he's your soulmate! A part of you pleaded for some reason. Anyways, we live for the confidence.
You gawk at the man - wasn't he "Michael Myers? Killed - killed.. four teens back in -" you couldn't remember the year. All you could honestly think about the man that was looming over you threateningly. Where the FUCK was your mom?!?
He painstakingly slowly brought up a hand, and dropped it onto your shoulder. You feel tears well up in your eyes once more as you shake under his hold.
"H - hey.. aren't we uh.. soulmates? Sh - should you really be h - HOLDING me that tight?!" You squeak, now trying to pull away. "I'm - not fucking going anywhere - "
The Boogeyman brought up his other hand and let the hand fall on your other shoulder, the hold gradually getting tighter.
You could barely see his actual eyes, due to the not-so-bright moonlight. Despite this, you see some irises..
"I - i.. I go to school.. " You blurt, "I - I have a f - family."
He didn't respond. You get anxious quite quickly due to the circumstances. You feel your eyes well up as he fucking gripe you tighter before picking you up and throwing you over your shoulder like a dead body. His actions were clear - they said 'you aren't fucking getting away'.
He held you with one arm, caging you in over his shoulder. You sob softly, but couldn't help but admire his nice ass as he walked towards the front door.
what's to become of me?
You thought. You couldn't scream - could you?
You couldn't believe you missed Halloween for this shit. You could still see some kids - they would probably run away due to their fragility.
Fuck this. We are not fucking dying. We're soulmates. But what kind of fucking soulmates does this shit? I wish my soulmate was Adam Sandler.
michael: you the bitch thats been making HEALTHY decisions for me??
you: no..?
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