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~ @ofkatnisseverdeen || liked for a starter ~

"Genuine question -" Peter's tone is playful beneath the mask, leaning back against the rooftop wall. "Can I try the bow and arrow?" He's fairly certain the answer will be 'no' but hey - Can't blame a guy for trying. "I swear I won't break it." Bold statement considering that the only time he's ever tried archery was during a class trip in the ninth grade.

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~ @sonoftheshield || liked for a shippy starter ~

[text; colt] genuine question

[text; colt] are you a camera? Cuz all I can do is smile when I see you.

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~ @musingmemories || liked for a starter || For Gwen ~

"My eyes are closed, look -" Peter's laugh bubbles out of his lips. "I'll even do this -" He lifts a hand, covering them and turning backwards so that he's faced away from the dartboard. "If I end up sticking this in someone's head, I'm blaming you." His tone is playful. "If I make this shot, then you've got to buy the dessert." Any excuse to spend more time with her. He launches the dart backwards, over his shoulder, sinking it in the bullseye. He turns, letting out a delighted 'Yes'. "I'll go for a chocolate sundae, thanks -"

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~ @forgaeven || you always know exactly what to say. — from mary jane!! ~

A soft laugh leaves Peter, eyes falling to look over the Hudson. He scuffs his feet, stopping and leaning against the railing. "You think? Sometimes I don't think I say anything right. - But my heart is always in it so I think that has to stand for something." He grins, leaning in to nudge MJ gently. "I really mean it, though - You deserve the world, Mary Jane."

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andrew garfield being a girldad

( under the banner of heaven / we live in time )

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ANDREW GARFIELD as Peter Parker / Spider-Man SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME | 2021

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༘⋆｡ let's  get  trope-y.

almost a sequel to this. for the cliches, the relationships you read about in romance novels & see on your tv screen.

friends  to  lovers.

be  honest,  have  you  ever  thought  about  us?

if  this  ruins  everything,  i'll  still  be  glad  i  said  it.

you're  the  safest  place  i've  ever  been.

i  don't  want  to  risk  our  friendship.

i'm  terrified  of  losing  you.

you've  slept  over  a  hundred  times  before...  but  this  feels  different.

i  see  how  you  look  at  me.

you  look  radiant  tonight.

i'm  sorry,  but  i'm  in  love  with  you.  and  i  think  you  love  me  too.

i  don't  know  why  but  i  hate  your  new  [ partner. ]

if  this  is  a  dream,  don't  wake  me  up.

you  always  know  exactly  what  to  say.

fake  dating.

hold  my  hand.  act  normal!

we  said  no  falling  for  each  other.

you're  scarily  good  at  pretending  to  like  me.

i  thought  the  plan  was  to  fake  a  relationship,  not  be  in  one!

you  kissed  me  like  it  actually  meant  something.

oh  thank  god,  they  bought  our  story.

quick!  kiss  me.

don't  look  at  me  like  you  actually  want  me.

i  wanna  see  how  far  we  can  take  this.

why  does  everyone  think  we're  perfect  together?  ...are  we?

this  was  supposed  to  be  simple!  then  i...

quick  reminder:  we're  just  pretending.

rivals to lovers.

god,  you're  insufferable!

you're  infuriating. and  yet...  i miss  you  when  you're  not  here.

you're  the  last  person  i  want  to  care  about.

i  think  you're  the  only  person  that  actually  understands  me.

i've  never  felt  like  i've  been  pushed  so  far  by  someone  before.

i  want  to  win.  but  i  don't  want  to  lose  you.

you're  the  only  one  who  can  keep  up  with  me.

you  drive  me  crazy.  and  i  think  i'm  crazy  for  you.

i  think  you're  the  only  person  i  want  to  compete  with.

i'm  tired  of  pretending  like  i  don't  care  about  you.

if  you  win,  you  can  have  me  for  the  night.

mutual  pining.

why  did  you  say  friend  like  that  when  you  introduced  me?

do  you  ever  feel  like  you're  holding  onto  the  shadow  of  something?

don't  read  too  much  into  that.

i'm  not  staring  at  you!  i  was  just  looking  in  that  direction.

i  guess  i  just  know  too  much  about  you.

it's  nothing.  just  my  imagination  running  wild  again.

i'm  not  jealous  of  them!  you'd...  make  a  cute  couple.

i  wasn't  waiting  for  you,  i  just  happened  to  be  here.

it's  silly,  but  i  always  notice  when  you're  not  around.

you  don't  need  to  say  anything.  just  sit  with  me.

enemies  to  lovers.

you  make  my  blood  boil...  and  i  hate  that  i  like  it.

maybe  i'm  fighting  for  more  than  just  victory.

i  hate  you.  i'm  terrified  of  what  that  means.

i  loathe  everything  about  you.

i  will  destroy  everything  you  stand  for.  but  i  won't  hurt  you.

i'm  supposed  to  see  you  as  the  enemy!

i  can't  stop  thinking  about  you.  you're  in  my  blood.

you're  supposed  to  tear  me  down,  not  look  at  me  like  that.

i  want  to  crash  into  you.  i  don't  care  what  that  means.

we're  from  opposite  worlds!  this  could  never  work!

i  don't  care.  i  want  to  keep  you  safe.

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~ @rayofsunshinc || liked for a starter || For Wade ~

Half of Peter's problem is that he doesn't know when to quit. He refuses to. He'll take beating after beating, never backing down - He's so driven by the fear of losing people that he'd rather die at the hands of the bad guys than risk them going after the people he loves.

He can taste the blood in his mouth as he takes another kick to the stomach. Web shoots out, desperately trying to break through the group that's formed. It's a trap. He thought he'd been coming to save May. Apparently not. He feels weak. They've injected him with some sort of toxin - He can't move properly. "Fuck -"

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he’s so cutie

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ANDREW GARFIELD attending the Ralph Lauren suite during The Championships Wimbledon in London on July 06, 2025

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in another universe i’m able to save you

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MJ mercifully doesn't make any remark about his comment, Peter taking a small breath to try and cool the blush that's risen to his cheeks. Sometimes words just spill out. Especially around Mary Jane. She flusters him. He clears his throat, taking a swig from his beer before nodding and attempting to adopt an air of nonchalance - As if anything about Peter Parker could ever be nonchalant.

"Okay here -" He looks down at her feet. "First, you gotta adjust your stance." He hesitates a moment before gently resting a hand on her hip, positioning her so that she's at more of an angle with the dart board. "Now -" He takes her hand that's holding the dart, fingers encircling her wrist as he brings it up. "You're gripping the dart too tightly, loosen it up a little." The smell of her perfume is distracting him, heat rising along his neck. "Uh - Then you just line it up like this, use your dominant eye. And when you throw, follow through with your hand, it'll help."

+ @spideysnaps asked: ❝ Missed me, missed me, now you gotta- You know what, forget I said anything. ❞ { from @spideysnaps }

+ Oh , she had HEARD that just right ! Knowing the childish rhyme all too well by HEART , Mary Jane's cheeks began to warm, painted with a faint dusting of PINK as she pursed her lips . The temptation to fire back with some of her own TRADEMARK sassiness was there, pushing and prodding at her brain without any sign of STOPPING . But today, she was feeling MERCIFCUL, and bit her TONGUE down on those remarks .

" Mmm , you know, pretty sure you could HELP me practice my aim a bit better , Tiger . C'mon, we all know there's a DART throwing champion in there. "

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Before Peter can even really reply to Mary Jane, she spots the bruise. Shit. He clears his throat, attempting to buy himself some time to come up with an excuse. Can't use skateboarding accident, he already used that last week. Tripped? Mugged? No, she'll panic. "It's nothing - Wasn't watching where I was going and knocked right into the corner of the wall." He sticks his chin out, pasting a grin onto his lips. "Does it make me look tough?"

❛ ... are you growing a beard ? ❜ she's squinting her eyes at him.

and then, just as quickly, mary jane beams. she hops over, hooking their arms together. ❛ i like it ! ❜ without any preempt, mary jane reaches over to touch the first bristles of peter's five o'clock shadow. it's ... different. makes him look just a little older. she doesn't think that's a bad thing. until— her brows knit together, and her lips shape itself into a frown: ❛ ... is this a bruise, tiger ? ❜

@spideysnaps, marvel starter call.

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Peter nods along with her words. "Uh-huh - Sure. Working here and working here? - I mean, it sounds like you two are destined to be." It comes out a little more bitterly than he's intending. "If you need a photographer for the wedding, you know who to call." Although his heart isn't in the joke. He can't imagine anything worse than having to take pictures of Gwen marrying someone else.

"I'm -" There's no real excuse. Peter's always had a terrible habit of showing his feelings through his photography, and this time is no different. "I know, I know -" He grasps the camera back, turning it off in the attempt that that'll hide his shame. "I can't -" He looks back to the guy at the bar, a soft sigh leaving him. "In my defence, I really was going to leave you alone - Then I saw him. And I just -" His hand rubs at his eyes. "I got jealous?"

He shouldn't even be saying that much, but there's no point lying to her - The camera is evidence enough. "You look beautiful, I mean I can't blame him but -" Eyes glance over his shoulder again. "I do sorta wish he wasn't that attractive cause it's really hurting my ego that he's got more muscles than I do." He attempts to laugh, fingers twisting around his camera strap.

"Do you -" He gives her a half smile. "Want to show me what you're working on at the moment? Get out of here for a half hour? I mean, we can still be friends, right? Friends look at experiments together."

An Oscorp mixer. An endless spider-web network of connections and opportunities Gwen could effortlessly get lost in… but her mind remains fixated on one person in particular. Someone she looks for not only in the presently crowded room, but any. Heart seeking him out in the packed subway cars of New York’s underground and its hectic sidewalks above. In the peeks of sky between skyscrapers, and the corners of towering roofs with architecture resembling gargoyles or a certain labeled vigilante overlooking the city. Gwen’s even kept her window in her stories high apartment just so he doesn’t need to come barreling through to see her.

But Peter’s never showed… until tonight. Not with her, but as their photographer. There’s no chance of seeing that wide smile watch her all night, of making him giddy by sneaking him down to the labs and showing off the latest experiments. They can’t sneak into a dark corner and kiss, forgetting the night completely.

Doesn’t help that every time she glances in his direction out of desperation habit, swearing she can sense his camera lens trained on her, Peter’s focus is pointed elsewhere, leaving Gwen’s longingly fixated on him, until laughter is forced in acknowledging the presence of someone else interested in sharing her company. A breather, thankfully, is given in the offer of getting refills, Gwen having downed a couple of hers to quell the butterflies a frenzy in her stomach.

But respite isn’t given, not when Peter suddenly appears at her side and making Gwen’s lack of remaining breath hitch, having something to say about the man she’s been spending her time with… maybe putting a little too much force into acting like she was enjoying it in order to receive this result: Peter’s jealousy. “Maybe he does actually find what I have to say interesting. We have a lot in common. We work here and… and we — we work here…” She trails off focusing on the shown photo, too fixated on chasing her earlier hunch and plucking the camera right out of his hands, going back through the ones he’s taken so far. There’s. Her and the guy. Her. A blurry glass of what looks like champagne. Her and the guy. Her… and it continues with random photos between, before Gwen forces herself to stop. “Peter, what is this…?” Pleading blues gaze up at him, words rushing to prevent letting him give an actual answer. “You can’t… do things like this. It gives the wrong impression. Like you still…” Gwen’s teeth catch her lip, unable to bear yet another Peter Parker rejection… even if her heart is pounding that he still takes her photos the way he used to. At a distance.

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Peter keeps tight grasp around Adam as they swing away from the fire. A faintly breathless laugh leaves him as he nods. "I mean, I didn't lie - I told you I wasn't sleeping with him." He looks behind to check that they're safely away before skidding onto a rooftop and gently placing Adam down.

"So yeah - Surprise!" He waves his hands half-heartedly, giving a little grin. "I wasn't sure how to tell you. I didn't know what you'd think."

Okay so maybe he's not about to die but what in the fresh fucking hell is happening right now? When Parker had grabbed hold of him, he really thought they'd just be making out or something - give the poor guy one last hurrah before they die. Not this.

Is he doomed to be rescued by superheroes? Is he really all that pathetic? Fuck, for all the shit he gives Parker, what the hell does he fend for himself with?

Even in the adrenaline of it, he's careful not to claw into Peter's form, hand instead fisted against his own chest and pulling at his jacket lest it flies off, with the other gentle in its grip. "... Okay, so I guess you aren't bangin' spider-man after all."

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Thank god for MJ. Peter pulls the beanie down to half cover his eyes, watching as she runs toward the street. He waits a moment, impressed by her acting skills - And grateful because he knows the risk she's taking. He hates that he's dragged her into it but he can't see any other option. As soon as her hand waves Peter pushes from the wall, limping into a run and attempting to swing towards May's. He doesn't know how he's still standing. It's sheer adrenaline that pushes him towards his aunt's house, eventually collapsing into the living room.

"MJ -" Eyes look to May, faintly panicked. "Is MJ here yet? She was going to meet me -"

"Yes," MJ insists as Peter, sans mask, falls back against the wall. He's hurt, and he needs time to get away before the cops arrive. Even though the idea of being a young Black woman and approaching the police uninvited makes her heart race and palms sweat, she has to do this for him. "I'll handle it, but here, take this too." Whipping off her beanie, she shoves it onto his head so his eyes will at least kind of be in shadow. "You don't have to ask me twice; see you there."

With a lopsided smile, MJ turns on her heel and runs out of the alley toward the street, waving her arms to get the attention of the approaching lights and sirens. "Help! Help! He's over here!" she calls in a perfect facsimile of maidenly distress while running in the opposite direction of Aunt May's. I'm not running away, I'm guiding you, she thinks desperately, heart pounding as she points down 5th. One of the cars pulls over and she puts on a teary face for her performance. Behind her back, her spare hand flaps at Peter to run.

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Peter enjoys teasing her.

It's probably the only chance he ever gets to come close to having the upper hand with Felicia. He enjoys the way she writhes beneath his touch, intoxicated by the soft moans that leave her when he marks her skin.

He shifts between her legs, his hands holding her hips down against the bed as his mouth places a teasing bite to her inner thigh. He drags it out so slowly, until he can't possibly resist anymore, tongue savouring the taste as it circles her clit. Nails dig into her hips, a low groan rising in the back of Peter's throat as he works his mouth against her core.

‎‎‎‎    Oh, she LIKED where this was going.

‎‎‎‎    Or rather, where he was going. And now she was simply getting impatient, his slow kisses agitating her now bare core. She brought a hand to his hair, running through the dark brown waves, and gently gripping the locks at the base. Felicia so badly wanted to control him, to have a say in how fast he moves, how low he goes. But she also preferred to prolong the pleasure.

‎‎‎‎    A hum. "You do look like you're famished." Her eyes followed his journey down, how he marked her pale skin with purple and red blooms. She would not complain if he chose to spell out his name on her skin with those lips of his. "You know what they say. Savor every bite, taste every moment."