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Gonna start posting my edits here also I think <3
Ok, question for my in-depth Spiderman fans (I’m just getting back into the fandom). Do they grow hair faster than normal people? I remember seeing the scene in the Tobey Maguire Spiderman movie where you see his body hair growing, and had a tarantula and I did an experiment, so I cut its like hair stuff off (I was an insane 4 year old) and a few days later I checked the spot and the hair grew back, almost the same height as the other parts of the hair. So is it the same for Spiderpeople? Like what if you shave for a date the next day and you wake up and it’s grown back!
I’m literally tweaking rn ☹️☹️
Alright, campers, day 274 w/o a btsv announcement…………
I really want this, like so badly. But I feel like after ATSV Gwen started getting really bad hate, so this could either go really well or really badly…
are we just not gonna talk about the fact that a spinoff movie with gwen as the main character is in the works?
No cause this is me with Spiderman, like I saw a kid the other day wearing a Spiderman hoodie and I freaked the fuck out.
Getting into an extremely popular and mainstream superhero was the best decision I've ever made because I truly get to see my guy everywhere. Just saw a batman birthday cake at the grocery store and my brain immediately got flooded by serotonin. I love it
Me with Gwen Stacy ATSV.
this couldn’t be said any better
I hate my life cause I didn’t get into it again until like last month (last time I was in the fandom was Tasm 2). I’m excited for BTSV tho, but I feel like people are gonna ruin it again like I’ve seen how they did when ATSV came out.
I miss the internet when Across The Spiderverse had just come out
Him.
I lowkey like how Peter kept doing dumb shit even after the whole "with great powers comes great responsibilities" because it's peak teenage behavior. Like he is genuinely trying but the lack of commons sense will get him in trouble you know?
The Discovery Of Something Wonderful
Anyone else discover an author after reading one of their stories and then feel bereft after you've consumed everything they've written and realize there will be no more?
For me, the joy of having read their work at all outweighs the sorrow but I've found if I let some time pass I return to the stories and read them all over again.
It creates this bond between reader and author as I do so, imaginary perhaps, but a bond nonetheless. I think about the author a little more with each reread: what were they thinking as they wrote this passage, or imagine them giggling or crying as they wrote another. With famous authors (looking at you Ms. Jane Austin) we have historical records, but with fanfiction authors (save for the few that have gone on to commercial success), most of the time we have but tiny glimpses into their world, occasionally replies to comments w/online sites such as AO3 etc. (which I love)
So I would say to them, keep writing, please. Keep your privacy if you wish, for I understand the world today is weird and wild on the web, but please keep writing. For perhaps someday a year, two years, a decade or more from now someone will read your work and that rabbit hole of the world you created will live and the characters come alive in their imagination and another bond that reaches across time and space will have been forged.
*I would like to credit the photographer of the above photo but cannot for the life of me recall how I happened to have it in my doc library. If anyone knows the source, send a comment and I'll credit.
Thinking a little more on The Amazing Spider-Man 1 & 2, seems like audiences would've been pleased with some of Webb's initial vision from #1 which focused on the relationships, witnessing the pathos of the character arc(s), along with the visual elements (swinging etc) had they been incorporated more into #2. #2 had that some of that feel but it seems like it fell apart towards the end. Maybe some of it was having two villains, plus having to follow the Gwen storyline, plus Peter discovering his father's past, etc but I don't know. Still thought that Gwen's death was depicted really well. That web hand reaching just beautiful. Wouldn't we all like to do that for people we care about to pull them back to us free from harm, free from dying.
Had the sequel been able to continue in the earlier style and use the easter egg method/hints that audiences (smarter than they're given credit) might've enjoyed sleuthing in between movies #2 and #3 (since 3 never happened) perhaps it wouldn't have had that overwhelming feeling of too much and too rushed.
Really thought Webb had the right idea but I also understand the love for the Raimi films as well. It's all good here, a little wishful thinking is all.
I'm reblogging this as an encouragement to those creators out there, the artists, the writers whose words inspire us to feel the range and depth of emotion and all of the messy wonderfulness that humans possess.
Keep going friends, send your beacons into the void. Voyage into space despite the harsh conditions and leave your works to twinkle like the stars that they are. Space is vast, and the time and effort may seem futile, but your labors of love are never in vain.
To the readers out there, reblog and comment on the works you enjoy, it means more than you may ever know.
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The Discovery Of Something Wonderful
Anyone else discover an author after reading one of their stories and then feel bereft after you've consumed everything they've written and realize there will be no more?
For me, the joy of having read their work at all outweighs the sorrow but I've found if I let some time pass I return to the stories and read them all over again.
It creates this bond between reader and author as I do so, imaginary perhaps, but a bond nonetheless. I think about the author a little more with each reread: what were they thinking as they wrote this passage, or imagine them giggling or crying as they wrote another. With famous authors (looking at you Ms. Jane Austin) we have historical records, but with fanfiction authors (save for the few that have gone onto commercial success), most of the time we have but tiny glimpses into their world, occasionally replies to comments w/online sites such as AO3 etc. (which I love)
So I would say to them, keep writing, please. Keep your privacy for I understand the world today is weird and wild on the web, but please keep writing. For perhaps someday a year, two years, a decade or more from now someone will read your work and that rabbit hole of the world you created will live and the characters come alive in their imagination and another bond that reaches across time and space will have been forged.
*I would like to credit the photographer of the above photo but cannot for the life of me recall how I happened to have it in my doc library. If anyone knows the source, send a comment and I'll credit.
Okay, I'm in. This story has some 'pull' to it. I guess that's my term for when I'm left wanting to cross the threshold into the world you've created. Keep going!
my tears ricochet | masterlist
tasm!peter parker x fem!reader
summary: two years after the death of gwen stacy, reader and peter reunite to work together to find the infamous harry osborn, who got away the night he killed gwen. as reader and peter work together to find the green goblin, feelings begin to get in the way of their mission.
CHAPTERS
prologue
chapter one
"Don't even get me started on how brilliant that movie could've been..."
Go ahead and start! I felt like I was shouting into the wind with respect to TASM 2. Maybe the studio was attempting to compete/race with what they knew was in the pipeline w/respect to the tsunami of superhero projects in cinema, but they crammed way too much into one (too short) run time and it muddied everything. The plot with Peter and Gwen and Harry Osborn was plenty and even if one left Electro in (not going to lie, Jamie Foxx is and always will be a talent), there was plenty going on with the struggle between the choices (we) make in our relationships and the flaws with which we struggle. That is what draws us into Peter's psyche, Harry's rage, and Gwen's turmoil over her own path. (I love that she was an independent, smart character in her own right). Everything about the two movies we got was not a quip or short toss-off comment. There was still plenty of smart plot driven humor, but it is the pathos of Peter's story arc, and likewise the same for his friends, family, and the 'villains' that kept us enthralled. Your comment about the cut scenes with Dr. Connors from TASM 1 speaks to that. So much to work with in TASM 2 with respect to father figures (not even going to dwell on how father figures and protagonist struggles with those issues dominate the movie industry over female representation but I have thoughts for sure.)
The studio treated cinema goers as if they were not very bright and instead of burying the easter eggs so that fans could spend the next two years discussing and discovering hints and clues about a third movie and what that might entail, they just Pollocked it all over the latter third of the script and it showed. I don't fault the cast for that. I mean-- Emma Stone, Andrew Garfield, Jamie Foxx, Dane DeHaan, Martin Csokas, et al bring the best of their talents to everything they do. As to Marc Webb, I wish I knew how much pragmatism he had to bring to the set every day knowing that it would be a fight to get his vision realized against a juggernaut of a global release with a lot riding on it.
Gosh, I think that was an essay and I could go on. Sorry for that, but I'm not really; it is cathartic in a way. The trilogy (a fourth was likely never going to happen with the way things were headed) will never be recaptured in the way it could have been with that ensemble and it's a shame.
Happy 11th anniversary "The Amazing Spider-Man"!
This was adorable and I mean it in a complimentary way. I wasn't certain as I began reading how the 'spellwork' would entertain me (meaning, that isn't something I'm usually reading) but it's engaging and the conversation the two leads share has that offbeat Spider-Man humor/gentle teasing that I adore. A part of TASM that I loved was how Spider-Man/PP would (as we often do in reality) change his tone/banter based upon the person with whom he was speaking. We were only given a little between Peter & Gwen, but it was enough to have a wee insight that she was not afraid to needle him any more than he was her but it was never mean. He was a little harder on the criminal types but even then, he kept up a wonderful dialogue that only disappeared when things got quite dark (such as with Harry Osborn in the fight scene in TASM 2).
You captured some of the levity and I would love to read further interaction between the main character and 'official' Spider-Man.
You're just trying to work, but Spider-Man always has to drop by and keep you company.
or, reader is a sort-of-hero doing small, meaningful work to keep the city safe. Spider-Man can't turn down the opportunity to keep them company (i.e. tease them relentlessly).
A/N: maintenance-type heroics are something i love, so this 'verse is very dear to me. no i don't know how they transition from reader knowing spidey to reader knowing peter to reader knowing spidey is peter, but that's a problem for another fic
WC: ~1.2k
(warnings: is this the first one with no warnings? i think it is. lots of pining and teasing)
Spider-Man drops down so close to you that you can smell him – cheap laundry detergent and hot asphalt, like he’s been hanging out on a sunny rooftop. You flinch and drop your tackle box of spell components, but Spider-Man leans easily into your space to catch it. Worst of all, he takes one of your hands in his and wraps your fingers around the handle again.
Any chance of you maintaining a cool, relaxed exterior is lost when he squeezes your wrist – gently, so gently, achingly gently considering you’ve watched him juggle cars with those hands – before letting you go.
“Whoa, sorry,” he says, so good-humored it gives the impression he’s laughing even though he’s not. “Didn’t mean to drop in on you unannounced.”
“Terrible,” you announce automatically, shaken out of your love-struck stupor by his horrible pun. “Zero out of ten.”
Shoulders drooping dramatically, Spider-Man groans and lets himself fall backwards just to catch himself in a one-handed back handspring and pop back up in front of you with a flourish. You get the impression he might be grinning and raising his eyebrows at you behind the inscrutable mask. Biting down a smile, you try to focus on your spellwork again.
You don’t have a real-hero job like his, but you like to think what you do matters. Almost every community has a little bit of magic, natural or otherwise, woven into it, and New York is no exception. Tens of thousands of people like you have been dripping little dollops of magic into sidewalks, trees, buildings, even the subway, for so long it makes your head spin if you look at the overlapping lines of spellwork too closely. After all this time, it’s a framework that keeps a lot of the really scary magical stuff to a minimum, but it takes some maintenance.
Unfortunately for you, sometimes following the trail of decaying magic that needs some bolstering leads you to rooftops, construction sites, and other variously dangerous places for someone without superhuman agility. Even more unfortunate, Spider-Man swept you off a ledge exactly one time and decided he would be bugging – the first of his many horrible jokes – you every chance he got, which is insanely frequent considering how busy you know he is.
It was nice, at first, having someone who could keep you company in some of the scarier maintenance locations or help you safely reach dangerous areas. The problem with Spider-Man is that he gets more likable with every second he spends in your general area, and the problem with that is you’re much too busy to be tongue-tied in front of a local superhero when you’re supposed to be working.
Puffing out a put-upon sigh, Spider-Man jumps up to sit on the ledge next to you. “Yeah, okay, that one was pretty weak. Still made you smile, so I count it as a win.”
“It didn’t make me smile,” you say, smiling. You swallow your next words before you can add something stupid like, you’re what made me smile.
“Sure, whatever you say, Gandalf.” He swings his legs a little and tucks his chin into his neck to, you’re guessing by the angle of his lenses, scrutinize you. “Hey, you got the stain out of those!”
You glance down at your favorite jeans. After a mishap while straightening out some tangled arcane webs in an abandoned subway tunnel, you ended up with splotches of nasty gray-green oil staining the denim. He had been almost as distraught as you were, immediately hooking an arm around you to escort you to what was apparently his most trusted laundromat. And now here you were, stains impossibly lifted by a stern-voiced and kind-faced woman behind the counter.
Yet another thing that Spider-Man effortlessly saved.
“I didn’t do anything. Mrs. Marcus got the stain out.” Risking a glance up at him, you add a quiet, “Thank you for introducing us.”
“The way I see it, people who take care of the city should be taken care of by the city, you know what I mean? And you and Mrs. M are vital cornerstones of the city, so. Iconic team-up.”
You can hear the smile in Spider-Man’s voice. You wish you could see the smile, but that’s not really in the cards for you, is it?
“You’re so,” you start, shaking your head and finding that you don’t know how to finish the sentence. He’s leaning in awfully close, big blank lenses zeroed in on you. You settle on, “Silly.”
“I’m silly?” Spider-Man asks, delighted.
“You are!”
“Tell me about it, toots,” he says, affecting a really terrible old-timey accent.
Dipping the fingers of one hand out of mundane reality and into the whirring whimsicality of arcana, you hook around the frayed line you’ve been following all day and then pause awkwardly. Like he’s reading your mind, Spider-Man hops down and takes your component box from you. He flips the latch and then opens it, holding it out at just the right height for you to use your free hand to pick out the little bits of magical paraphernalia that you need.
Despite his propensity for whip-fast conversation and endless teasing, Spider-Man is actually really good company when you’re working. It’s like he knows exactly when you need a few seconds of quiet to really focus on something, and he also has a preternatural gift for guessing what you need and providing it before you even really know what would help. It more than makes up for the way he makes you feel fluttery and flushed just by existing in your general vicinity.
The world narrows in focus while you finish up your mending, but Spider-Man is still right next to you when you slip back into reality. His mask twitches a little near the cheeks when you blink up at him.
“Hey there,” Spider-Man says, steadying you with a warm hand under your elbow. “All done?”
“All done,” you confirm, trying not to think about how he must give really incredible hugs.
“Am I gonna get to buy you dinner, or are you cooking tonight?”
Just like that, he has you flustered and smiling again. Taking the component box from him and shaking your head, you resist the urge to shove at his chest like some high schooler just learning how to flirt. You’re trying not to flirt with him at all, but you’ll settle for not flirting badly.
“You’re not buying me dinner, Spider-Man.”
He slaps a hand over his heart like he’s affronted. “Back to full-naming me? I thought I was officially your Spidey? Just for that offense, I should be able to buy you dinner.”
You had caved and started calling him Spidey, but you’ll die of mortification before ever calling him my Spidey.
“That’s really not how this works,” you inform him, and then, sensing you’re not going to win, propose, “How about I buy you dinner, then? For helping and keeping me company.”
“Please, I should be paying for the pleasure of your company.” He holds out a hand and meets you in the middle. “Final offer, you can buy your own dinner, but I’m buying dessert.”
Even without dessert, you would be walking away with a rare treat – it’s not every day that you get to see Spider-Man roll up the mask and reveal his pretty mouth and lovely chin.
You shake his hand and manage not to swoon at the way his fingers close around yours. “Deal.”
The London premiere (I think that is the one) was really special. Cast was dressed to the NINES and everyone was stunning. Like you mentioned, the press tour was on fire, don't know how everyone managed to keep energy with all those dates and travel, but the fans certainly appreciated it worldwide.
"AG IS IN THE HOUSE!" 😎
Yeahhhhh!
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*•.¸♡midnight whispers♡¸.•*
pairing: college!peter parker x college!Muslim!reader
summary: reader is peter's partner living across the world── literally, and this is what it's like to date him.
warnings: mentions of guilt tripping, 'if one more thing gets thrown at me I will have a breakdown', patience testing, spiraling mental health, fear of parents, lame sex jokes, slight angst, mostly fluff tho.
note: no gender specific pronouns used!! this oc is very personal 🌚 BUT I tried to make them as relatable as possible for everyone <3 enjoy!!
gifs are not mine I couldn't choose a Peter to think of while writing this 👩🦯
Catching a breath seemed impossible today with the amount of housework your mom seemed to have piled up for you, it was one task after the other and you couldn't even sit down for a break.
Your arm was sore from the amount of scrubbing and wiping you've done, your back is sore from how long you've been standing around the house and kitchen, and you were in dire need for a shower. And a well deserved nap.
By the time you were done, it was already 10pm and you were starting to get anxious, it's 2pm in New York, which meant that Peter is on his way home from college. You usually text him to make sure he got home safely but only call him when it's past 6pm for him, that's when he usually finishes patrol and starts doing his homework.
Your directly younger sibling was the only one that knew about Peter being your boyfriend, but they didn't know the things you knew about him. Like the fact that he's spider-man, or that he's a year or so older than you.
You took a minute to sit and hold your phone in the kitchen where you were supposed to grab a cup of water, instead you scrolled through your phone and texted Peter if he's made it home yet.
As soon as you pressed send, your mom walked in and your heart accelerated, without taking your eyes off of her your fingers worked from memory to hide your conversation with Peter and press into another with your best friend, who also happen to be somewhere in New York.
You texted them a quick hello as your mom raised a suspicious eyebrow, you only hummed in question and when she shook her head, you dropped yours, knowing that if you pretended any longer she will catch on to you.
Having a boyfriend was one of the biggest 'no-no's you could ever have from your parents. They always warned you about talking to strangers online but that created the best friendships you've ever had. You no longer connect with the kids from your college and not having friends have made you lonely── and not the good kind fo lonely. Having an online social life was the only escape you could have from your reality.
"Can I see your phone?" your mom asked, demanded actually, but she managed to mask it up as a request. "Why?" you asked, a slight whimper in your tone and you curse yourself. She will definitely be taking it now. "Just because, hand it over."
You knew that arguing will get you nowhere, and she might take it for longer than just a few hours, so with a silent sigh you pass her the phone after locking it, and she hides a smirk before walking out.
Privacy wasn't a thing anymore, you believe, every time you do the tiniest of things it has to mean you've done a scandal that will bring shame to the rest of your family, when truly it's just a skipped video or a text from a friend. You've grown scared to talk about certain topics with your non-Muslim friends in fear your parents (more likely your mom) to see those conversations and come up with her own wild assumption that you can't really defend yourself against because she's already made up her mind about you.
And it's so upsetting because you get to see your friends or these random people in your day-to-day life, and you get to hear about the amazing relationship that they have with their parent and it makes you so sad knowing that you can't have that. That you won't ever have that because sharing the simplest of details from your life with her will lead to a lecture and an argument and a long road of guilt trip that you're not ready to go down on, so you just keep your mouth shut and smile. It's how things are, it's how they always will be.
By midnight, you ask for your phone back from your dad. He's the only one who remotely listens to you and treats you like an adult; unlike your mom who's still thinks of you as a 16 years old child. "I have an online lecture at 10 tomorrow morning, you both will be at work, how am I supposed to attend?" was your excuse, and you weren't exactly lying.
Your dad sent you an exaggerated look tied to a tired sigh before disappearing into his room and coming back out a few minutes later with your phone in hand. He handed it over but kept a grip on it when you grabbed it, "you're a grown person, you know what's right and what's wrong, so please don't do anything stupid."
You simply nodded, unable to meet his eyes as you shuffled back to the room you share with your siblings. It was moments like these did you fear that you'd feel regret for dating Peter. He was and always will be the only genuine decision you've made that made you truly happy, and as awful as it sounds, some time he was the only reason why you'd get out of bed everyday. He might not know it, but Peter was a huge part of your life.
And you prayed whenever you could that you could have him one day, that you could hold him in your arms and get to call him yours, because he was the only thing keeping you together when things seem so out of control that you just want to crawl under a rock and disappear.
Peter was your salvation, he was your sweet getaway and he understood you like no other. Because even though he knew this thing between the two of you is not going to last forever, he's grown to love you regardless, and he wasn't afraid nor shy when he told you.
You were on the phone with him that day, you'd stayed on the phone with him all night and even as you slept, which was a huge risk seeing as your parents could've easily walked in on you in the phone with him, but when you woke up and found him still there, awake and admiring you through the screen, a volcano of butterflies erupted in your stomach and goosebumps rose on your skin.
His wonderful 'I love you' was so random you thought he was joking, but he repeated it again and again, with more force behind it every time, as if he's forcing you to believe him. But you were already in love with him too, and as much as it terrified you and told you to stop and run, you didn't. You said it back with just as much emotions, but you cried as soon as you hung up.
You cannot choice him over your religion, so it was only a matter of time before you two separated, and the idea of the amount of pain you'll have to go through clenched your heart unbearably, and you'd spend hours of the night crying, and your pillow has become your best friend as it heard your cries and witnessed your heartbreak before it actually happened.
The longer you're with him the painful this will be, and you knew that, but you still couldn't bring yourself to stay away from him because you knew, no one will ever come close to him. No one will ever compare.
It wasn't until 3am did you call Peter, the clock had just rolled around 7pm for him and you were certain he was home. Your phone rang, over and over again until it didn't, you didn't dare make a sound until you've heard Peter shuffle on the other end.
"Pete?"
At the sound of your voice, the boy let out an agonizing moan and then there was a grunt, heavy breathing and some more groans.
You pursed your lips, "Peter I swear if you're jerking off right now-"
Peter's camera opened, and it showed him on his bed with a gushing wound across his chest. The gasp that escaped you was unannounced, and you slammed a hand against your mouth to keep quiet. Your whole family was asleep, the last thing you need right now is someone waking up to you chatting with Peter.
"What happened? What the hell happened?" you hiss. He was still in his spider suit and you assume he just got home. Peter winces as he slips off his suit slowly, trying not to disturb his wound any more and not cause himself any kind of extra pain. "Just a bad run in with a gang, nothing I couldn't handle." he groans again and you're left to wonder if he's right.
"how deep is that? It looks deep. But you're still bleeding red which is good. I think you should head to a hospital Peter, please."
He shakes his head, "Too many questions, I'm just gonna stitch myself up."
You stare at him unbelievably, "Your organs could have been impacted, dumbass. You can't stitch yourself up with potential internal bleeding! Please go to the hospital or something, please? You could die!" your urgency for him to react or do something didn't affect him, and it pissed you off.
"Or I'll just call Gwen, she'll know what to do."
You clench your jaw at her mention, "she's not a doctor, Parker."
You never held anything against Gwen. Except for the fact that she's your boyfriend's ex and that she knows he's spider-man and that she gets to see him and touch him and be with him while you can't.
"She knows some medical stuff, it's better than nothing, right?"
You want him safe, so you mutter out a response and let him call her, then he came back to your call and laid back on his bed. The phone was set up against his desk and you had a clear view of his body.
He looks tired, sweat beads across his body and his hair a mess, he keeps grimacing every time he breathes too deeply and his hands had turned to fists holding onto his sheets.
You wished there was a way you could help him, he seemed to be in so much pain and you could cry at how desperate you were to help him. It was moments like these you wished you were there with him, holding his hand and brushing out his hair, doing whatever you could to make his pain better.
But then the door knocked, and Gwen walked in and she gasped, the she got to work. He keeps talking to her, following her instructions, and she keeps cursing him for his recklessness, then she says something that renders you silent.
"What would y/n think of you like this?"
Peter scoffs, "they're right there," he points at the phone across from them and Gwen only now notices, "they told me to go to the hospital but I called you instead. I was gonna stitch myself up."
"thank God you didn't."
Thirty minutes later, and he was all stitched and cleaned up thanks to Gwen, she leaves him to get dressed and make him some soup to help him heal faster and he sits on his desk, his head resting on the wood as he keeps his eyes on you.
It was dark in your room, he can make out the outline of your head hiding beneath the blanket, he can make out the placement of your eyes, nose and lips and it causes a tiresome smile to spread across his lips. "You're beautiful." he states.
You roll your eyes, "You can barely see me."
"I don't need to see you to tell you you're pretty."
Your heart warms, and you can feel yourself heat up under his gaze. He never fails to make you flutter and flustered, just listening to him talk gets you through the worst of moods and it doesn't matter what time it is, you will stay up for days if it meant you can have a few minutes long conversation at the end of it all.
"how was your day?" you ask, prompting him to start talking. Peter likes to rant, and you've always been a good listener, you'd sit back and hear him go on for hours about his classes or this new tech he's trying out for his suit, or the criminals he's come across that day or whatever sassy comebacks he's made. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's something to get your mind off of your day.
He seems to notice your dimmed mood though, because he shakes his head and lays it on his arm. He looks seconds away from passing out. "I always talk about my day first, you should tell me about yours this time, please?"
He sounds so pretty saying please. "I didn't have the best of days to be honest, I worked a lot, didn't eat until midnight I think, mom took my phone a few hours ago but I have a lecture in..." you trail off to look at the time on the corner of your screen, "seven hours so dad gave it back."
Peter furrows his eyebrows, an adorable crease forms between them and a soft frown on his lips. "Seven hours? What time is it?"
"three in the morning." you knew you were about to get yelled at, but you didn't care.
"Three?! y/n, baby, go to sleep. You need it if you want to stay awake through your lecture."
"I want to talk to you though, we haven't talked properly in a while." you whine and he purses his lips just as Gwen walks into his room with a bowl of warm soup. He thanks her and she instructs him to drink his soup before leaving, something about catching up on work or something. You didn't really pay attention.
"I'll make you a deal, alright? You go to sleep right now, and I promise to call you first as soon as I can tomorrow, yeah?"
"but you have four lectures tomorrow." it was a suitable argument and Peter rolls his eyes. "I don't care! I promise I'll call you, just please get some rest? You need it."
There's no getting out of this one, because you knew if you continue whining against his wishes he'll hang up the phone a d you're going to spend the rest of your night going through your instagram explore page, so you groaned and got comfortable on your bed, head still hiding underneath the blankets to keep your ears warm from the cold AC.
"will you sleep on the phone with me?" you're not the one to suggest this usually, and it's the only thing Peter needs to know that you've had a really rough day. Your voice was small, scared you might be rejected, but he only beams up at you. "Happily, just let me finish this soup so Gwen doesn't murder me."
When your life spirals out of control, or when you feel overwhelmed, you know Peter was there. Even if he's not here physically, he's always with you. And no matter what happens, you know you could always falls back on him and he'll hold you up, because that's what you do for each other. You're each other's escape, each other's joy and happy dreams, even if you don't last forever.
These midnight whispers are more than enough for you to feel loved and wanted, and you didn't want to feel that by anyone if it wasn't Peter.
nothing on you.
pairings. tasm!peter parker x fem!reader
about. in which you find your lab partner in a strange place you’d never expect to find him in.
warnings. corny‼️
ricky rocks. short story 4 my best man because i didn’t want to think too hard into this
“you look like someone who could use some company.”
oh god, you sounded like a weirdo. or a hooker.
but despite that, he still looked and smiled at you, “look at you.” he almost grinned harder once he got a good look at you, taking notice that you weren’t exactly wearing the sweatshirt and sweatpants he always saw you in—but rather a very revealing top and a mini skirt. “didn’t take my lab partner for someone who liked to party.”
“i might say the same thing about you, parker,” you smiled back, taking a seat next to him on the ratty old frat couch he sat on. “when i thought of you getting your rocks off, i thought you’d be in an actual room with rocks.”
“wow, i’m offended,” he squinted at you putting a hand against his chest as if to cover his wounded heart, but he stilled smiled. “i would have hoped you thought higher of me, y/l/n.”
“i don’t intend on offending you, peter,” you smiled with amusement, “i just would have thought you were better than this.” you motioned and referenced to the frat house that you both currently sat in with all the buff dudes bumping their heads as they watched another identical guy chug a beer.
it made him scoff and his head slightly tipped, “but it’s normal for you to stoop this low?”
you shrugged, “we all have our moments of weakness… me more than anyone.”
“oh, so you’re saying this is a weekly occurrence for you?” he quirked an eyebrow, really wanting to know the answer.
and you almost didn’t want to answer, cringing as your head slightly fell sideways in shame, “maybe.”
“oh, on,” he shook his head, “cheap beer? men who don’t know basic hygiene and are probably failing their math 1 class? that’s your type, isn’t it? that’s why you come here, to get some play from boys with pedophile staches and low iqs?”
you laughed maybe a little too loudly, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth as you stared at peter who’s brow arched higher, but still he smiled, loving every moment of your presences.
“i don’t stoop that low.”
“oh, good. we still have time to save you,” he sat up now, clasping your elbow and scooting closer to you, “i almost thought i’d have no chance with you.”
“really?” your cheeks burned and you almost felt shameful for leaning closer to him as his voice was now a whisper and comforting and warm and ready to swallow you whole.
“yeah,” he nodded his head, “compared to those big burley guys who live off pre-workout, i’m nothing.”
you giggled again, feeling woozy and even more drunk with his amusement that was just feeding you to the brim with bliss. it felt out of body, it didn’t feel real, but it was and you felt like a fool falling so fast for someone you barely knew.
“they got nothing on you, peter parker.”
**
you were completely lost with time, but all you knew was he was a really good kisser and that’s all that mattered right then and there as the two of you stumbled into your dorm room where you were soon consumed in pitch black. neither of you could find care for it as you still clung to him feverishly, kissing him with all you could as if on a timer.
you couldn’t help but laugh once his mouth pulled from yours and started pressing kissed against your neck while the two of you still absent mindedly attempted to find your bed. you tried your best to guide but failed—causing the both of you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground.
you giggled through the pain as you were now squished beneath peter’s body. he groaned, laughing a little himself but he still winced, pushing himself off and to the side of you, “well, we tried.”
“we did.” you smiled, not finding the attempt a complete failure due to now being a lot more familiar with your lab partner.
“i’d say i was hoping things would go a lot more smoother but…” he traveled off, now looking to the side of your face, “i’m not completely disappointed.”
“nor am i,” you looked back,
“next week then?”
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Not what I usually post but Peter and Gwen!!!
It’s easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us too… There will be days where you feel all alone… And that’s when hope is needed the most. No matter how buried it gets or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you… is to become hope. People need that. And even if we fail, what better way is there to live? THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2 2014 | dir. Marc Webb