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sincericida · 8 months
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ANDREW GARFIELD with friends in Italy.
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jasontoddssuper · 9 months
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Oh i just realized...Peter B and Andrew!Peter are both jewish.No wonder they're the best written and most comic accurate adaptions of Peter JDJDHSHZGX
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marvelwitchergilmore · 3 months
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A Moment Of Everything
Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?
Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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You knew things had to change eventually. 
Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another. 
You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much. 
It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other. 
Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t. 
When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you. 
So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it. 
He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess. 
Only, the suspect got away. 
“We’ll find him again.”
Peter just grunted. 
“Peter.”
Nothing. 
“Peter!”
Again, nothing.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”
“We are together in this.”
You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”
“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
You tried running to catch up with him. 
“Nothing.”
“No, go ahead. Tell me.”
Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued. 
“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”
“No, you can’t.”
“You don’t know me-”
“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks. 
“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”
“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”
“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”
Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long. 
Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you. 
“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”
“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”
“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”
You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back. 
“I’m going for a shower.”
When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself. 
You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too. 
Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first. 
After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed. 
He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.
He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep. 
After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor. 
As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep. 
Then you heard Peter. 
He was tossing and turning, too. 
Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him. 
So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up. 
“I like Greek Mythology.”
A few seconds passed and then; “What?”
You faltered for a moment before speaking up again. 
“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.” 
You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh. 
It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. 
“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”
You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again. 
“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”
Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent. 
“Are you still there?”
Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”
“Okay.”
That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening. 
You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks. 
The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them. 
At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside. 
Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping. 
So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.
The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.
Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape. 
You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes. 
Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside. 
“Sorry for waking you.”
You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain. 
“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books. 
“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”
“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”
“What job?”
Finally looking at Peter, you saw it. 
His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's. 
“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”
“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”
You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”
Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie. 
“Bathroom?”
“Down the hall and to the right.”
Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.
Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up. 
“Remind me again why you came to me?”
You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow. 
“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”
“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little. 
Then he hissed. 
“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”
“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”
“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”
“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”
What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home. 
“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”
“Found out?”
“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked. 
“But do you?”
Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt. 
You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use. 
So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back. 
Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you. 
Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been. 
Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more. 
Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time. 
“Th-This might sting a little.”
Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound. 
“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”
“I think I’ll survive.”
You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working. 
In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.
Even with his adapted DNA. 
“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”
“You sure they’ll be my size?”
You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”
“Okay.”
You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod. 
Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough. 
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything. 
Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes. 
Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer. 
Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.
You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear. 
His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him. 
There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left. 
But you didn’t want that. 
Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours. 
And once they did, there was no turning back. 
At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more. 
Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you. 
Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed. 
“Was that-”
“Just shut up and kiss me again.”
Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.
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reidslovely · 8 months
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there were two things that came to mind the first being peter yelling at her and he’s never done that before so reader trying to avoids him for the rest of the day and when she does interact with him she’s silent or acting almost robotic
the second one that came to mind was them getting into a fight and her trying to quit
i see your second thought being super plausible honestly, but let’s combine them. peter is very particular about his schedule and follows it to a t for the most part. the fight started the first or second week she works for him. all over a missed appointment and she swears she wrote it down, but peter is upset because he doesn’t have time for this meeting. he’s got lab time, and a presentation today. he doesn’t have time to meet with this potential investor today.
“what do you mean you missed a appointment!” peter yelled. the slight raise in his voice shocked her as well as him. he cleared his throat and left his suit jacket on the back of his desk chair. “can you not operate the shared calendar i swear doll it’s like you’re completely helpless sometimes.”
that comment strikes a nerve, and it doesn’t help she’s already on the verge of tears from him yelling. peter’s never made her feel so small. in fact he’s only ever been encouraging. and supportive of her she wasn’t helpless, she was learning the ropes of this company still. and her boyfriend being who he was didn’t help, everyone else just assumed she batted her eyes and but her lip to the position.
“well i’m sorry pete.” she jokes dryly lightly trying not to show her hurt. “we can’t all be a super genius”
“yeah but i expected better from you.” all over a calendar
he walks away annoyed. she doesn’t know if it’s with her or the situation but the tone of his voice alone makes her sick to her stomach. she brings him his lunch quietly and doesn’t bother to eat with him like she usually does. she keeps their interaction short and firm.
“doll can you make a call for me?”
“sure.” she nodded not even looking at him as she takes the paper.
“doll.” his voice sung out later, “will you get these filed for me?” he kissed her temple hands on her shoulders squeezing. she shrugged him off nodding.
“right away mr. parker.”
he was thinking of a way to apologize. sending flowers to her desk probably wouldn’t do much and may insight a few scoffs from other employees. not wanting to embarrass her he settled on waiting till they were alone in the building to formally apologize.
but she comes into his office a few hours later before they leave to go home with her two weeks in shaky hand.
“doll..what’s this?” peter asked reading over the paper, hand reaching out for her shaking one pulling her closer to him.
“i don’t wanna work for you. i’m..i’m scared it’ll ruin our relationship.” she mumbled out tears threatening her eyes. peter’s heart swelled in his chest feeling lodged in his throat. “and i really like being your girlfriend and i love you and i don’t..i don’t want you to yell at me over a stupid google calendar.”
“oh doll..no. i was upset earlier i didn’t mean it. i wasn’t even upset at you it was just time stress.” he sat her on his knee. arm wrapping around her waist holding her in place to look at him. “i wasn’t mad or disappointed at all. i know i said something really hurtful and i’m very sorry. and i’m even more sorry for yelling at you.” she sniffled as he spoke, her hand resting on his chest flattening out some wrinkles. he whispered softly to her his free hand rubbing her side.
“i want you here. okay? but if you want to quit i understand and i won’t stop you but i’ll be sure to use my words more carefully and i will never raise my voice again. i am so sorry and i’m going to do better.”
the care in his voice made it easy to believe him, that and his big doe eyes staring into hers assuring her this was the truth.
“don’t ever yell at me again and i’ll stay.” she bargains. peter laughed bobbing his head.
“deal.”
“and i want a raise. for dealing with you here and at home” peter laughed this time throwing his head back.
“i’ll talk to human resources about the ethical standards about that.” he responds standing her up off his lap. as he packs up his office for the night.
“m.j.’s your human resources officer i think she’ll agree with me.” you hummed turning the light off as they left the room.
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justadreamer08 · 11 months
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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬
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pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader (best friends to lovers)
warnings: fluffier than a cloud, nicknames ~ my darling, pebble (it will make sense you guys), bug (mom’s nickname for reader), hand-holding, kissing?
author's note: Hey all! This is my first time posting one of my many drafts! I just deemed this one good enough to let the public see, so I hope you all like it.
summary: Your friendship with peter develops into something more, all because of chemistry notes and your favorite skatepark.
(e/c) ~ eye color
(r/n) ~ reader's name bc (y/n) has just become an unofficial oc that's icky :)
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You restlessly sat in your chemistry class. Tapping the eraser on your pencil on your notebook. Your teacher was droning on and on about the four main gas laws. You were originally paying attention, but after the first 30 minutes, you tuned your teacher out. You let out a quiet huff, slowly closing your eyes and shaking your head, you let your gaze drift down to your notes. You opted to draw various doodles and shapes on your paper, when your thoughts drifted to your best friend.
Peter Parker. Your parents were close friends with the Parkers, and thus you and Peter grew up together. You'd seen the long days, short nights, stormy nights, and cloudy days. You'd gone through everything together. You all had dinner together one night at the Parker's, when the two of you looked up from your previous conversation about whatever trivial matters you talked about back then, to see his parents, and your father rushing out the door, zipping about the house. They all left to go to attend to work, and never came back. Since then, you and Peter were stuck together like glue. When Ben died, you were there. When Peter came knocking on your bedroom window, still clad in his suit telling you Gwen died, you were there. You held him through the night, and you were what he needed you to be. A friend, a shoulder to cry on. You'd seen all of Peter's good and bad, his good-looking and his ugly. And he'd seen all of yours
You'd always been able to say that you loved Peter dearly. It's true. He'd always been your everything, your shoulder to lean on, and you were his. The thought had crossed your mind in previous years about the truth behind your affections for him, but you never truly accepted that you felt more than friendly toward him until Gwen died. You knew Peter loved her with all his heart, as did you because he did. When you saw how her death broke him, you refused to see him hurt in that way again if you could do something about it. You'd made it your mission to keep that ardorable lopsided grin he has on his face. Through baby steps, Peter got to a better place, and other people started to show interest in your best friend. You said nothing, and encouraged him to go for anything he wanted, repressing your own favor for him. Since then, your subconcious had a funny way of expressing your emotions toward Peter.
Amongst the various drawings on your chemistry notes, Peter's name lay encompassed by a heart.
RRRRRIIIINNGGGG
Your eyes shot up at the clock when you heard the bell ring. You gathered your things as quickly as you could and booked it. Student chatter filled the halls, as you searched for your best friend. You knew each other's schedules like the back of your hands, and you both had a free period next. You craned your neck around the bustling students when your (e/c) eyes locked with a familiar pair of brown eyes.
You sent a two finger salute in Peter's direction, and he lifted an eyebrow, laughed, and shook his head. You rounded the corner of the hall to your locker, putting away your chemistry books.
"Parker." you stated with a smile, noticing Peter's reflection in the mirror at the back of your locker.
" R/N" he responded as if it were routine. (Which it is)
"So?" you ask turning around to face him, closing your locker.
"Quad?" he asked pointing towards the door.
You nodded and walked in step with him to the student quad.
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You lay on your back at Peter's feet, and he was sitting and tinkering with his camera. You had a stack of paper next to you, making various things with them. There were paper airplanes, fortune-tellers, rings, chainlinks, and other whatnot strewn around your head. You finished a paper airplane and threw it at Peter, hitting him square in the face, stifling laughs.
"Haha, very funny..." he drones, not looking up from his work.
You throw another plane in his direction, raising an eyebrow at him. He looks up, trying to appear unamused, but failing.
"What?" he speaks.
"Nothing" you say straightfaced, before breaking a small, short-lived smile.
He returns to his work and mutters something along the lines of nuisance with a chuckle, before looking up again and speaking.
"Oh! I just remembered, I need your chem notes."
You've returned to your paper masterpieces, sufficing to give him a thumbs up. You sit there doing your respective tasks, when the bell rings out again. The two of you stand up, walking back into school. You stop at your locker, handing your chemistry notebook to Peter.
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RRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG
The bell sounded, signifying the end of the day. You had an arts history project you really needed to start working on, so instead of accompanying Peter to you guy’s favorite skate park, you went home. You waved bye to a saddened, but understanding Peter, who was disappointed that you guys couldn’t carry out your normal routine of going to the skate park, getting some greasy and albeit unhealthy food, watching a movie together, procrastinating from doing some much needed work, being yelled at by May to get your homework done, parting ways to get some sleep, and starting all over again.
~ You arrived at your door, just barely making it past the threshold when your phone rang.
“Hello?” you spoke, pushing the door closed with your foot.
“Hey, Hi! Uh, I have your chemistry notes, and completely forgot to give them back to you, want me to come over later and bring ‘em?” You hear the familiar voice of Peter ringing through the speakers, and a light smile dances on your face.
“Uh yeah sure, I don’t need them right now, but just come over whenever” you replied, somewhat absentmindedly, while looking through the kitchen for something to eat. Your undivided attention wasn’t brought back to Peter until you heard a muffled female voice, and dissected conversation.
“Oh- uh hi…no I don’t….skatepark down that way…flattering…sorry, no thanks…” You heard bits and pieces of Peter’s words, furrowing your eyebrows at the phone.
“Pete what did you say?” you ask in confusion. Someone was flirting with Peter again for sure. You saddened slightly, but perked up again when you heard his voice come through the phone again.
He laughed awkwardly, and you smiled because you could visualize very clearly him scratching the back of his head the way he always did.
“Uhm yeah, anyway, I’ll come over later, you want me to bring takeout or pizza or something?”
“Sure!” you say breaking into a full grin at the mental picture.
“Sick, I’ll be over later okay? Bye!” he responded.
“Bye!” you spoke into the speaker, pressing the end call button. You went back to rummaging through the kitchen, deciding that chips and a pop-tart were good enough. You went into your room, dropping your backpack on the floor and grabbed your skateboard. You sat down and began to work on your project, pushing your skateboard back and forth under your feet.
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You heard the house door close, and the sound of keys dropping on the table some hours later, signifying your mom’s arrival. She noticed your keys sitting on the table, and called through the house.
“Hey Bug!” she yelled.
“Hey mom!” you responded. Her footsteps echoed down the hall, as she poked her head in your room.
“Homework?” she asked.
“Yep…”
“Arts History?” You threw a sad thumbs up her way.
“Ew.” she chuckled, blowing you a kiss as she knocked on your door frame, signifying her departure. You continued working begrudgingly for about 45 minutes, when a realization hit you, and your head shots up from your work.
Peter has your chem notes, drawings and all. And you put his name in a heart. A HEART. You were screwed.
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Peter was at the skatepark, sitting atop one of the ramps with his skateboard next to him. He was staring long and hard at your notebook. He didn’t need them anymore, he’d read through them all. It was the corner of the page that drew his attention. His name, in your handwriting, was encompassed by a heart. Did you do it as a joke? Had you done it and completely forgotten? We’re you playing some sort of mind game?
Peter couldn’t lie to himself. Despite having gone through one true relationship he never thought he’d get ever, and the number of people that seem to like to try and get his attention. It just happened around when he was on the phone with you actually, but they always ended in rejection. After you helped him get through coping with Gwen’s death, he realized he wouldn’t want to lose you for the world. You were his everything, and he wanted you close, in anyway he could have you, and recently, he’d realized that ‘more than friends’ was one of those ways.
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You stared at Peter’s contact picture on your phone that was sitting on the floor. You sat crouched on your bed, debating what to do, because he definitely knew. How could he not? His name was right there on a page in a heart, and you were so forgetful, you hadn’t even thought about it when you gave him the notes. So you sat there, glaring at your phone- and then it lit up. Peter was calling you.
Your eyes widened and you backed away from the edge of the bed, putting more distance between you and the thing, not wanting to talk to him. Then you decided, out of some fit of completely fake confidence, that you were going to talk to him in person. You grabbed your skateboard and marched out the door confidently. The. you realized what you were actually about to do.
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Peter was on his way to your house when he saw you skating down the street in his direction. He slowed to a stop and walked up to you in confusion. You stopped, hopped off of your board, and shoved it under your arm when you saw his figure walking in your direction
“Wha- how am I supposed to meet you at your house, if you’re here?" Peter speaks with befuddlement, eyes darting around nervously.
"Well, I figured we could go out and get food or something, since we didn't do our normal routine after school!" The words flew out of your mouth, blurring together.
Peter nodded in understanding, and put his board in his bag and started walking alongside you.
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The two of you ended up at your favorite place, John's Pizzeria. The conversation you had on the way there wasn't horrible at all. It wasn't awkward, and quite pleasant. The two of you were seated on the top level of the restaraunt, surrounded by the fairy lights on the railings. The atmosphere was always amazing, which is why the two of you loved it so much.
The routine was the same as it had been for years: Extra Large Pizza, Half and Half of your favorite toppings, delicious garlic butter breadsticks, and soda for days. The two of you shared laughs about teachers, you listened to him rant about science and photography. He listened and hung onto your every word as you talked about your favorite things. The two of you split the bill, and left, walking in the direction of the skatepark. The two of you lay on your skateboards at the bottom of the ramp. Peter abruptly sat up, and started rummaging through his bag.
"Oh, here, your chemistry notes. " he hands the book to you, and in the flickering lights of the skatepark, you can see the tips of his ears turning red.
"Thanks." you speak, brushing your thoughts away, although you feel your face heat up. You train your gaze on the sky, the air around you guys silent, save for the breeze and sounds of the city.
"I like you too you know..." Peter mumbles cautiously, fearful to let the words pass his lips. He gestures to the notebook, and you flip to the page with his name on it. You turn, sit up and look at him, and his eyes widen slightly and his gaze drops.
"Really?" you speak through a breathy laugh. He looks back at you and nods in response, a smile gracing his features. You smile in return, and when you think back to about how you'd approached the whole incident, you chuckle. Peter furrows his eyebrows, but finds himself laughing along with you. You try to explain between fits of laughter the absurdity of the dance you'd been engaging in. Although your speech is broken, he understands you perfectly. He always did.
The laughter dies down and you both sigh catching your breath. Peter reaches for you, leans forward speaks up first.
"I really want to kiss you right now, is that bad?" he questions.
You laugh and lean your forehead on his.
"Not in the slightest."
Peter lifts your face to his, you lips fitting together perfectly. The kiss is slow, soft, and gentle. You pull away, dazed smiles on both of your faces.
"Who would have thought you'd be my pebble..." he mutters, thumb running up and down your jawline. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as he elaborates.
"Like, you know how when you're skateboarding, or walking, or riding a bike, and you can be having a great time, but a rock or a pebble gets stuck in your shoe or wheel? Well, I was moving through life, and I always had something there, a pebble that kind of confused me, I was wondering how it ever got there, and I was desperate to figure it out. You are my pebble. You've always been there, you completely turned my life in a different direction, got me out of my comfort zone, and when I needed to be brought back to Earth you were there....It's you, my shoulder to lean on, it was you, someone to vent with, someone to confide in, a friend, someone to just sit in the silence of the dark with...it's you. You were whatever I needed, and even when I didn't know I needed it you were there. You always had been, and I can't get rid of you, but I wouldn't want to. It's you, and I'm glad it was you." he speaks with a smile growing on his face.
"Hm, R/N the pebble...your pebble? It's gonna grow on me, I kind of like it..."
"Always you, and only you my darling" he laughs.
You groan and rub your hands over your face.
"Chemistry notes. It took chemistry notes."
"Hey! At least we know we work out, we have great chemistry...literally I'm in your notebook, the science doesn't lie!"
You laugh at his dorkiness, and start to stand up.
"C'mon Mr. Parker, it's getting late, lets go." He puts his board in his bag, and you get on yours. You grab his hand, and he gets up and starts walking. He keeps hold of your hand, softly pulling you on your skateboard to your house. You get to your steps and he walks you up to the door.
"Goodnight my pebble" he smiles slowly letting go of your hand.
"Goodnight Pete" you smile.
You go insideand close the door, with a huge smile on your face. You open your eyes to your mom leaning against the kitchen doorframe with a smirk on her face.
"It's about time!" She throws her hands onto her hips smiling at you. She was always a huge advocate for you and Peter getting together. You smile, look down and shake your head. You say your goodnights, and walk to your room.
Your mom stayed in her spot, watching your figure fade away as you walked back to your room. She always had your best interest in mind. She saw the longing glances, and the heart eyes you shot his way when you thought nobody was watching. She saw the way his face lit up whever you walked into the room or said his name. She always saw herself and your dad, and the Parker's in you two, and although you all loved Gwen and how she made Peter happy, and were all equally devastated at her loss, she always had a hunch about the two of you. To see the look on your face when you walked in the door made her heart warm, and she knew that you guys would be endgame.
𝙄𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩
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Bitterness has Made me Unlovable
"Self Destructive Tendencies", @heavensghost// Henrik Uldalen// Andrew Garfield// Peeled Lemon, Jeffery Hayes// "From the Book of Time", Mary Oliver// Skull of a Skeleton With Burning Cigarette, Vincent Van Gogh// "ROMANCE", Elaine Kahn//
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oneofstarkskids · 1 month
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ALWAYS
relationship: tasm!peter parker x reader (platonic)
genre: angst with a fluffy ending
warnings: parents arguing, shouting
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the second you heard the front door slam from the comfort of your bedroom, you knew it was going to be one of those days.
within minutes you could hear yelling and cursing in the other room. jesus, the whole building could probably hear it.
your mood immediately soured. you tried to put on your headphones and blast your favorite album, but it was no use.
finally, you got up, climbed out your window, and made your way down the fire escape. as soon as your feet hit the pavement, you took off running.
peter's house was only a few blocks down from your apartment complex. besides, your mind was keeping you distracted.
you finally stopped at his two story house and made your way over to the tree that you had grown use to climbing. just a few feet up and you could slide open the window. he never locked it.
he turned around in his swivel chair as he heard the glass slide. you didn't even have to say anything for him to know something was bothering you.
"parents are fighting again. can i stay here for the night?" you asked in a small voice.
he frowned and nodded his head, "yeah of course. always."
you gave him the best smile you could muster and sat down on his bed, "so what're you up to?"
peter shrugged, "editing photos for photography class."
you quickly got up and made your way to the computer, "can i see?"
he clicked through a few and you shook your head in disbelief.
"peter, you're so talented. seriously, you could have a career in this," you told him.
"that's the dream," he said softly. part of him wondered if he was really good enough. and what would he do if he wasn't?
you picked up his camera, breaking him from his destructive train of thought.
"what are you doing?" he asked cautiously.
you turned the device on and pointed it at him with a grin.
peter shook his head, "put it down!"
you frowned, "no way, parker. i'm the photographer now. just sit there and look pretty."
you actually got a laugh out of him.
"you're gonna break it. you don't even know how to use that thing," he stated.
your jaw almost dropped in offense, "i'm a quick learner."
peter reached to grab the camera from you, but you dodged him and snapped a couple shots.
"give it back, dork," he said as he got up. peter covered his face as the camera flashed once more.
"name calling!?" you gasped. "now you're going to have to pry it from my cold, dead hands."
in the long run it wasn't that hard for him to get the camera from you. he had the advantage of height.
but you made sure to put up a good fight. ask his shins.
you watched over his shoulder as peter began clicking through the photos you took.
half of them were blurry and he wasn't even in frame for the other half.
"i don't know, parker. you may have some competition," you said confidently.
peter gave you a side eye and after a long moment of silence, the two of you burst into chaotic laughter.
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stcecelia · 8 months
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mocumentary-style sitcom about an LDS institute class / student ward about all the shenanigans the YSAs get into. featured arcs include general conference viewing party, attending trek with the stake youth, returned missionaries adjusting to being off the mission, road trips to church historical sites, The Wedding Episode, someone invited their non-member roommate and the talks are kind of weird/its Fast Sunday, Baptism Episode, etc. would ideally include lots of references to LDS cult classics such as The Best Two Years, the singles ward, and such. also one character would have a Tumblrstake / Queerstake blog
working title is just "The Student Ward" but im open to suggestions lol
EDIT: IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO TAG THIS AS LDSHADOWLADY I THOUGHT I DELETED THAT ACCIDENTAL AUTO-TAG LMAO THATS MY BAD
fun fact I used to watch Lizzie all the time as a kid (still occasionally do) and I used to think she was Mormon because... LDS hadowLady lol
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Just a parallel I think about sometimes... | The Social Network (2010)
+ bonus Mark realizing he may have chosen the wrong business partner
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freenarnian · 4 months
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HOLD UP. Andrew Garfield auditioned for Prince Caspian?
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donald4spiderman · 2 years
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hear me out…peter talking abt u in his sleep and it leads to him confessing his feelings for you? maybe fem!reader x andrew!peter parker if you could write this? totally up to you, and i love ur writing!
I’LL BE HERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP
sleepy confessions may be just what the two of you need to take your friendship to the next level. (friends to lovers)
tasm!peter x fem!reader
tw: kissing
a/n: sorry this took like five fucking months to do i’m the worst. PLEASE REBLOG!!!
*not proofread*
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EVERY TIME YOU SLEEP OVER, Peter is out like a light by 10 pm. No matter how hard he tries, he always ends up falling asleep. Especially if you’re next to him.
He feels horrible about it, but he really can’t help it. Peter loves spending time with you, and he hates to ruin all the fun by possessing the sleep cycle of a geriatric man.
You don’t mind—in fact, you’d rather him rest than watch a movie or play a card game. You’re super understanding of his exhaustion due to his responsibilities as both a Midtown student and NYC’s busiest superhero, Spider-Man. Plus, cuddling with your admittedly cute best friend is never a bother.
It’s only 9:30 pm—30 minutes earlier than usual—but Peter drags you into his creaky twin-sized bed anyway, smothering you with his heated torso as you giggle and wither beneath him. You’re no match for his enhanced strength.
“Snuggle me. Pleeeeeaaase.” He pouts, tucking his face into the crook of your neck as you struggle to free yourself from his hold.
You release somewhat of an exasperated groan, but the elation in your voice is still evident. “Mmm...fine.”
“Yes!” Peter grins, slithering his vascular arms tightly around the swell of your hips, face pressed firmly into your chest, “and, uh, can you play with my hair, too?”
“This sure seems likes a lot of labor.”
“Labor of love.” He corrects. He’s not totally wrong.
You thread your fingers through his chestnut hair, fingers scratching and massaging gently at his scrap. You swear you can hear him purr like a kitten—fuck.
Peter hums with content for a while. Then the noises stop, jaw falling open as his breathing slows into a calm rhythm.
You think about falling asleep too, but you’re not really tired at all. You glance down to Peters freckled face, smiling as you trace the outline of his cheeks and nose.
“Hmmmph.” He groans, shuffling slightly.
Shit. Can he sense when people stare at him? He is Spider-Man after all. He’s never mentioned it, though... Shit!
Your worries fade when his falls relaxes again. Okay, good. He’s asleep.
“(Y/N)...” Peter mumbles, startling you, though his voice registers below a whisper.
So he is awake? “Peter,” you reply, “is everything okay?”
“(Y/N). Nooooo, don’t do that!” Don’t do what?
Then the realization dawns on you: he’s sleep talking.
You stifle a laugh, not wanting to rattle the sleeping boy on your chest. His brows furrow together like he’s deep in thought. He murmurs something you can’t quite decipher.
“Stop it. Stop being so...cute.” Peter smiles to himself, snickering. “Mm...you’re so cute. Kayoooot.”
Okay, well, there must be someone else in the dream, too. There’s no way it’s just you and him. ‘Cause then that means he would be calling you cute and that’s just—no, that’s not what’s happening.
You’re certain your heart rate is going a million beats per minutes and your inhales grow shallow; you know for a fact Peter’s senses can detect that kind of thing. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing your lungs and heart to slow.
“(Y/N)! Please,” Peter jerks in he sleep, hands flapping around your waist, “just kiss me.”
Kiss...Peter. This is not happening. No no no. This is not real. Maybe you’re the one dreaming right now because there’s no way your hearing things correctly.
“I love you so much, (Y/N).”
Shit.
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You barely managed to sleep last night, especially with the extremely snuggly Peter flush against you. You ran through a thousand different excuses or reasons for why he would say things like “kiss me” or “I love you” with respect to you, his best friend. But after a long time spent contemplating, you realized that there was no platonic rationalization behind his sleepy confessions.
Peter likes you.
You woke up long before him, troubled by this epiphany. You haven’t done anything all morning besides pace quietly in his kitchen, nearly disturbed by the ordeal you’re in. It’s not that you don’t like Peter-it’s just-things are so much more fucking complicated now than they should be.
You tense when you hear him shuffle out of his bedroom and through the hallway.
“Morning.” He greats, voice so raspy it’s sinful.
You eyes wander down his toned stomach, stopping at the waist band of his plaid pants where the firm edge of his hipbones jut out. You tear your eyes away and gulp. You’ve never been this flustered before.
“Yeah, m-morning.” You stammer, refilling your glass of water in an attempt to busy yourself.
“Sleep well?”
You sigh, “Yeah, I guess,” deciding to pry a little, you follow up with, “did you?”
He nods. You don’t notice any tell or twitch in his behavior. “Yeah. Like a baby. The usual.”
You nod and giggle, “I know. You slept 12 hours.”
“Holy shit. 12?”
“Uh-huh.”
The conversations lulls in an unsuspecting matter. Usually, the both of you have something to say—endless things to talk about. The atmosphere is uncharacteristically frigid.
“So...” you start, “dream about anything last night?”
His face perks up, “What? Why? No. I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cause somebody talks in their sleep.”
Peter’s face falls into his hands. “Cool. Did I, uh, say anything? J-just wondering.” His face goes beat-red as he looks up at you.
He already knows, right? But does he know that you know? This entire thing is a huge mess.
“I may have a heard a few thing...”
“Oh, god,” he groans, “what did you hear?”
You bite your lip, hands fiddling anxiously behind your back. “Well, what do you think I heard?”
“Are y-you really gonna make me say it?” Peter stutters, a bashful yet frightened grin on his face.
“I am. So, say it.” You encourage, holding back a grin, too.
He laughs, anticipation nearly killing the both of you. “I, uh, like you.”
“Just ‘like’?” You tease, smile spreading over your entire face. “‘Cause I recall you saying something a little bit different...”
“Alright,” he concedes, “I love you—in a more than best friend kind of way. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before and that you had to find out like this. I swear I was planning on telling you soon.”
It feels surreal to hear something you never know you needed to hear. Your heart swells with both pride and adoration.
“You really do?” you gleam, walking from behind the kitchen to stand in front of him.
He meets you in the middle, arms wrapping behind your waist to pull you in closer.
“I do,” he whispers, “do you love me back.”
You glance down at his lips, “Mm, I think I do.”
“Think?”
“I need to kiss you first in order to be sure.” You declare, earning a hearty chortle from Peter.
He leans down, cupping your jaw with one hand, the other pulling you tighter from the waist. Your eyes flutter shut when your lips meet, the faintest of touches, before they crash together. You never believed in sparks, but kissing Peter feels like fireworks exploding beneath your chest. God, love makes you sound so cliche. Yeah. You do love him.
Eventually, you break apart, noses still touching—you wish to be impossibly close forever.
“Alright. I know I love you.”
let me know what you think!
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A young - and drunk - ANDREW GARFIELD.
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New Photos of Eddie and Andrew Garfield, enjoying a giddy meet-up in London. (Published today, June 19, 2023).
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illuminationofstars · 2 years
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hello!! <3 may i request for an andrew!peter parker one-shot? I'm imagining the reader and peter are partners for a school/university project, they have this "old married couple" vibes where they bicker and have petty fights all the time but it actually made them a lot closer. they actually became close friends when one day peter falls for her and in the middle of yet another argument over their project, he blurts out "stop yelling at me or i swear to god I'm gonna fall in love with you!"
hehe thank you so much for reading this request!
ahh this is so exciting!! Thank you for the request and I hope I completed it just how you imagined!! 🤍
peter parker x female reader
summary : you soon realize that being lab partners with peter parker is quite eventful.
The door swung shut behind Peter as he entered your house for the first time, hands holding his backpack against his chest anxiously. He was your new lab partner, being assigned by the teacher for this half of the summer term.
He began to feel nervous as his shoes squeaked against the wooden floor leading to your bedroom and he hesitated slightly before rapping his knuckles onto the wooden surface.
You voice floated through the crack in the door, “Come in!”
Peters hand pressed down on the door handle and he took a sharp intake in breath as he looked around your room with great interest. Currently, you were sprawled out on your bed, pencil between your lips, eyes scanning the sheets of science assignments which were scattered across your duvet.
You looked up, eyes widening ever so slightly, “Oh..Peter, hi,” you said in slight surprise.
“You weren’t expecting me?” Peter asked, eyebrows furrowing as he reached out, pulling a chair out from beneath the desk and straddling it so his arms rested against the top of the chair.
A hum of agreement left your lips as you sat up on the bed, eyes tracing over his backpack that lay crumpled on the floor. His hair was mused and windswept, clothes a dark shade of green which were a few sizes too big for him.
“I didn’t think you would show up,” you replied, hands rearranging the sheets of paper on your bed to form a straight line.
“You are aware that I actually want to pass this class?”
You pointedly looked up at him as Peter took out his black rimmed glasses and slipped them onto his nose, “And I hope that you are aware that this is my house and i can kick you out of it when I please.”
Peter held his hands up in surrender as he began listing subjects and topics that you both would study over the course of the semester. A groan left your lips as you face planted your bedsheets, realizing that you were in for a lot more than you had first thought.
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The past few weeks has flown by in a whirlwind of revision, late night phone calls and multiple packets of paracetamol that helped ease your relentless headache.
Peter Parker had become somewhat your friend - as you had spent almost every afternoon together, studying for the upcoming evaluation on your science project.
And you somehow found yourself actually enjoying his company.
Hands snapping in front of your face brought you out of your daydream, the noisy chatter of students around you bringing you back to the present.
“Hello?” Peter questioned, eyes boring into your own, “You in wonderland?”
A scoff escaped you in exasperation as you slammed your locker shut behind you, single hand running through your hair.
“Yes Peter, I was just discussing with the Queen of Hearts the many different ways of chopping off someone’s head. Do you want me to demonstrate a technique on you?”
A grin blessed Peters face, as he picked up his pace to match your long strides, “Well, if you were to cut off my head, you wouldn’t pass the project - which you need my help for.”
You mumbled a stream of profanities under your breath and Peter bent down so his ear was level with your mouth, “What was that?”
Reaching up, you tugged his ear sharply, before briskly walking away from him, a laugh escaping your lips as you yelled behind you, “Sod off Parker!”
Peter stood bewildered behind you, watching carefully as you turned the corner and disappeared from sight. His hands held onto his backpack straps as his head slowly shook from side to side. His mouth tilted upwards and he began to quietly laugh, rocking on the balls of his feet.
An odd feeling surfaced in his chest as he stared at the place where you had been a moment before, warmth blossoming throughout his body. Peters hand came up to rub his ear where you had pulled him, as he walked towards his next lesson, the stinging pain a constant reminder of your touch.
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Sun beamed down through the open blinds of your window, rays of light dancing across your carpeted bedroom floor. You were sat cross legged next to Peter, bent over a towering model of the human body. Connected by a red wool string lay a cardboard cut out of the solar system, each planet slowly spinning around in a clockwise direction.
Peter watched contently as you bit your bottom lip in concentration, a sigh leaving your lips as you leaned back, allowing you to fix your posture.
“I think we should add planet Pluto to our space,” Peter said, eyes connecting with yours in a serious manner.
“Are you serious? Pluto isn’t even considered a planet anymore and the size of it is too small to fit next to Neptune.”
Peter sighed, “Let me see.”
He leaned forwards slightly, grabbing a scrap of tinfoil and rolling it into a ball. Ignoring the warnings that came from your lips Peter began to construct a support beam for Pluto to sit on unaware of the damage he was causing to the main building.
Peter tugged on the project, checking the stability for the planet but as he did so, the red string of wool grew taught with pressure and it snapped. You could only watch in horror as your skeleton of the human body toppled over, bones and diagrams of organs scattering across you carpeted floor.
Just as Peter was about to apologize, you silently held up a hand dismissing him.
Seething, you narrowed your eyes at Peter, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Look, we can rebuild this. Calm down and relax.” He said, hands fumbling with the small bones littered across the floor.
“Don’t tell me to relax, Peter.” you warned, voice raising ever so slightly.
You could see that Peter was clearly distressed. His eyes carefully watching your every move as he frantically attempted to reassemble your skeleton but you didn’t care.
“We won’t have time to finish it!” You yelled, stilling Peters movements on rebuilding the model. “We have one week Peter, one week! And thats clearly not enough time now that you’ve ruined the biology factor! We’re going to fail and there’s nothing we can do!”
You had stood up by this point and began pacing, voice fully raised. “I don’t know why I trusted you with this! I should’ve done it myself, then everything would’ve turned out okay!”
Peter gently grasped your arms, stilling your movements, “It’s not just my fault okay? The glue wasn’t tight enough on the skeleton.”
Pushing Peter away you glared at him, “You’re blaming me?!”
“I’m just saying it’s not all on me okay? You need to breathe.”
Shakily, you brung your hands up to your face, shielding your eyes from Peter. “I don’t really want to look at you right now Pete.”
Peter felt his chest sink and before he could stop himself he blurted out, “just stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m going to fall in love with you!”
Peter immediately regretted his words as he watched a pink blush spread across your cheeks, eyes going wide in shock. Your mouth hung open slightly and your hands lowered from your face slowly.
“What?”
Peter looked taken aback, “I think you heard me the first time.”
He stepped closer to you and you took a sharp intake of breath. He lowered his voice to a whisper as he ran his hands along your arms in comfort. “Breathe with me okay?”
You followed his instructions, your heart level lowering to its normal rate. “I’m still pissed at you, y’know.” you exclaimed, eyes staring into Peters.
Searching your eyes, Peter leans forward, wrapping you in a short embrace. Against the shell of your ear he whispered a gentle “I know.” before pulling away to gather his belongings.
“I’ll come back later yeah? I just need some fresh air.”
Before you could reply, Peter had left you alone in your room. Staring at the broken skeleton model you flopped down onto the bed behind you, a large groan escaping your lips as your hands covered your face.
What are you going to do now?
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reidslovely · 8 months
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Ok now let us INNNNN on some CEO Peter x reader ! How they meet. What is their dynamic. How they end up together??? Pretty pls pls 🥺🥺
since you said please i guess...
I see them meeting in the lobby of Parker Industries. And because I'm nothing but cliche he's coming on his day off for a client meeting and she's standing in the lobby shuffling through papers obviously lost. He's staring at his Apple Watch and the collide, him sending her towards the floor. He shoots arm out and catches her, staring at her wide eyes as he basically pulls her back to her feet, arm around her stomach as he held her.
"I am so so sorry. I was looking at a message."
"I am so so sorry I was looking at this map and I was.."
They spoke at the same time. Peter's face remained flat but there was a smile in his eyes. He thought she was..gorgeous, he shook his head and cleared his throat.
"You're fine don't worry about it. Can I help you." He pointed at the map of the building in her hands. She nodded looking up at him with big eyes, and handing him the map.
"My mother has a meeting with Mr. Parker over a biotech research for her collarbone damage due to cancer. It's a whole thing, and I'm super late."
"You're in luck because the CEO is also super late to this meeting." Peter chuckled. "Mr. Parker..nice to meet you."
"Oh my god." She says reaching her hand out shaking it. "I'm (y/n) (l/n) nice to meet you...also." she stuttered through her greeting. Peter nodded and handed her map back to her.
"I'll walk with you. Follow me."
I do think that the two have a slight age gap. Peter being around 30-33 and reader being about 25-27. Which makes him kind of skeptical for a bit because Peter's never dated someone younger than him outside of Gwen being a year younger than him and even if it's not by a lot and both are in similar places in life he worries that she'd find him to be old and boring. But she doesn't, she doesn't really pay any mind to the age gap besides teasingly calling him 'old man' here and there in their relationship.
At the start they definitely have a grumpy/sunshine dynamic even if Peter isn't that grumpy he's been out of the dating pool for a few years and he's just kind if skittish which makes him seem grumpy. He's the reason for these big nice parties but he only talks to the people he knows and clients he's built relationships with. She's the one running around greeting people asking if they're having a fun time and he just admires her so much for it. She inspires him and brings him out of his little dark room he's built for himself which helps everyone get to know him a little bit better and see that he's not only a kind person, but also really funny. He's also just so so so soft for her. Peter can be intimidating if needed and he knows how to play that well and when to play it. But whenever she's around he's so soft, it's like all the bad things in his life become muffled. She feels the same about him, she thinks he's the smartest man in the world. She knows he is, and doesn't hesitate to remind him when he is forgetting that himself. As their relationship progresses for Peter he feels like he got a second chance at love, and she feels like she's really fallen in love for the first time.
They start dating pretty quickly actually for Peter being so skittish, Harry gave him a jump in headfirst speech that urged him into asking her to be his girlfriend. And when he did it he felt like that nerdy high school boy again, but when she said yes he knew he made the right decision.
They go on the nicest vacations, he definitely wants to see the world with her. But he also loves just being in their Forest Hills home having domestic moments. He likes the way she'll come into his office while he's working and sit on his lap playing with his hair. His goal is just to spoil his girl, any thing she wants he'd give it to her no matter the cost. If she asked him tomorrow to give up everything and just disappear with her he'd do it, and she'd do it for him.
He also totally gives her a job at Parker Industries let's be real. All she wanted to do was be his assistant/receptionist, and when the spot opened he immediately offered it to her because no one better could keep up with him. And honestly..it's true.
I don't know there is a lot about them, she's gonna need a cute nickname though. I'll get back to y'all on that.
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hannigramislife · 4 months
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Markwardo fix-it because I love them. Mark reached out and apologized and Eduardo came back and Mark could not contain himself.
(Reference drawing from CT_Syndrome)
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