#spider man ps4

[bs-fangirl]

Baby Peter Parker is the most adorable dork I’ve ever seen. He’s precious and I wish to wrap him in a blanket and keep him safe from all the evils of the world.

[vamprnce]

I must always draw them silly and cute together 💘🫶

based off of that one petermj panel + also bonus unmasked Pete version under the cut :)

[also-fours]

[esterexpsito]

MARVEL’S SPIDER-MAN Insomniac Games (2018)

[fullyclothedlunch]

most comic book writers: we have no clue how to make MJ interesting without completely rewriting her character from scratch

insomniac games: so we gave MJ a gun…

[superectojazzmage]

I’ve seen the leaks. Who else is hyped for Spider-Man 2?

[strawberry789]

TSSM Otto and PS4 Otto take Raimi Otto's fashion advice...and neither are exactly feeling it. The shirtless look brings out TSSM Otto's insecurity while PS4 Otto is simply unamused. But hey, as for Raimi Otto, at least his arms support their father's bold fashion sense! (As do I)

These are my favorite Doc Ocks, so I wanted to do a crossover with them. Would like to draw more of them when I have the time~

[fifiophobia]

One of my favorite phenomenon's in acting

[glouris]

what it feels like to compare their web-swinging styles

[bs-fangirl]

The various felines you can pet in Spider-Man 2

Plushie stealing kitty 🐈

Masked hero Spider-Man The Cat 🐈

And a freaking tiger!!! 🐅

[vamprnce]

they're the best I love them sm 💕💕💕

[lynnlovesspidahman]

this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 1. || part 2.

masterlist

warnings : None really, except for a few curse words here and there

word count : 1.5k

summary : Peter breaks up with you, randomly.

Also, I just want to make note that any Peter will work for this story, I just love the Insomniac’s version currently so I based it off of him 😭

You searched your pantry for something to eat.

You haven’t gone grocery shopping in a bit. You usually can count on Peter to take care of it for you, but he’s been extra busy lately.

Too busy, you thought. He was always so tired and seemed so overwhelmed. Sure, he’d been skipping out on some of your planned hangouts but you didn’t mind. He needed time to himself, and you fully respected that.

“Ooh, spaghetti..” You spoke to yourself.

You grabbed the box of angel hair and the tomato sauce from your pantry before closing it back up.

You bent down to grab the big pot from your bottom cabinet and filled it up with a decent amount of water.

You turned the heat on your oven and scrolled on your phone while leaning on the counter while waiting for it to boil.

“Hey, beautiful.” Peter appeared — literally — out of nowhere (a common occurrence, much to your disliking).

“Holy fuck-“ You gasped. “Okay, actually. Where do you come from? And how do you get in here so quietly?” You giggled as you approached him.

You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“So? How are you?” You ask.

“Well.. Y’know, tired.”

“Trust me, I know.” It wasn’t hard to miss his recent demeanor, he was so much more exhausted lately. You felt bad that you couldn’t help him more than you did.

“Yeah,” He let out a breathy laugh.

You turned around to check if the water was boiling; it was. You poured the angel hair into the pot.

“Well,” You dropped your hands to your sides, “I’m cooking pasta, if you want some.” You smiled up at him.

“I can’t stay for long, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, okay. You can take some home if you’d like?” You offered, you didn’t want him going home hungry (he literally would only ever have toast at his place).

“Nah, I just wanted to talk to you real quick. I’m gonna be gone before it’s ready.”

“Oh? What’s up?” You raised your eyebrows. You can’t name the last time he had to talk to you about something (Never, ever was it something good).

“I’ve been thinking,” He started.

“That’s a first.” You joked.

“I’m being serious,” He spat.

This time you stayed quiet. What is up with him?

“I’ve been thinking,” He bit the inside of his cheek.

“Stop biting your cheek, Pete. Spit it out.”

“I dunno if we should be together anymore.”

You turned back towards him, absolutely confused.

“Haha,” You sarcastically commented, “Real funny, Pete. You know I don’t like when you joke like that.”

“I told you, I’m being serious.”

“What? Why? Where is this coming from?” You had so many questions for him, this was all so sudden.

“I- I don’t-” He sighed, before continuing on, “I’m sorry, beautiful.”

“No. You can’t just say sorry and not explain this to me. Where the hell did this come from, Peter? I don’t understand,” Tears already starting to well up in your eyes.

“We feel like a chore. It’s like I have to be here every night, I have to text you everyday.”

“Peter, what the fuck? I’ve never once thought we were a chore,” You almost laughed, but you couldn’t. More tears had quickly followed.

“I didn’t say you did.” He spat at you. When did he become so attitude-y?

“I know, but I didn’t do anything is my point. I’ve never forced you to come over, if anything I stay up every night waiting for you. I text you. I make sure you’re okay everyday,” You were so angry. He had absolutely no reason to break it off.

“It’s just- That’s my point. You do everything. And I can’t even try.” He sat down in one of your stools at the kitchen island.

“I can’t be my best around you, and when I try to it just feels like I’m forcing myself to. And I can’t do that.” He put his head down on the counter.

“I don’t need your best, I just want you,” You were perfectly content with your relationship, nothing was wrong with taking care of him.

“Are you even listening?” He shot his head back up and scowled at you.

“Let me put it this way, I can’t enjoy loving you, and I don’t know why. How ‘bout that? Is that what you want me to say?” He finally snapped.

You didn’t want to be around him anymore. It was becoming unbearable. If he wanted to leave you, then so be it.

“I’m-“ He sighed as he pushed his hair back with his hand, “I have to go.”

He got up from the stool, and walked out. He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You stared at that door for God knows how long, but were suddenly interrupted by the water overflowing the pot.

You overcooked the noodles, leaving them gummy and mushy. Nothing could save this meal.

“Fuck.”

He never makes any sense.

You sat there, on your couch. Blanket draped over your lap, not even able to pay attention to your favorite show on the TV.

It’s been two and a half weeks. Since that Tuesday. The Tuesday Peter broke your relationship off. It’s all you’ve been thinking about.

His reasons (?) didn’t make any sense. I mean, was he just trying to come up with something that sounded valid? You couldn’t tell.

There was one thing you couldn’t question though.

“I can’t enjoy loving you.”

It’s like it was unable to leave your brain. Were you so unloveable?

You knew it couldn’t have been the end of you and Peter completely, there was still things left unresolved. Sure, you might not get back together, but you couldn’t live without Peter in your life. You could settle for friends (Right?).

But even if you did come back to him (again), would he care?

Your relationship was going so well too.

There was only one fight before Tuesday.

Your relationship with Peter had rusted, permanently. No matter if it would resolve in the near future (if that was even possible). This one would stick around.

It didn’t just ruin the two of you, you felt it everywhere else in your life as well.

It felt so hard to even hang out with your friends, while the wounds Peter had dug into you were still open.

It was hard to be anywhere, when all you wanted was to be with him again.

He brought you comfort, safety. It felt like you were constantly missing something.

You tried to call him. A lot.

Straight to voicemail every time, though.

You just wanted to fix the strained relationship, you didn’t have to be with him again (maybe).

You still loved him, no denying that. And you told him, in those voicemails.

But you doubt he listened to a single one. He didn’t care about your relationship, or you anymore. You had to live with that.

You tried. You really fucking did. You tried to get ahead of the curve, and you did. But the curve became a sphere.

It had been 5 weeks after Tuesday, you were back to square one. You decided to clean your apartment. You found the Spidey plush. Peter bought it for you on your eighth month anniversary date. You hadn’t been able to find him for a while, and eventually you forgot you even had it. But when you checked under your bed for any missed laundry, it was the first thing you saw.

It hit you, hard. When you first found him you grabbed and squeezed him and sat on the floor, crying uncontrollably. You gave up on the deep clean, you were too upset. So you sat on your couch and felt like an absolute failure.

How could a fucking plush cut you so deep? The wounds you had started to finally live with, started to hurt just as bad as when Peter carved them into you.

You caved into your old ways. You called Peter. Each time it would ring, it gave you hope. Each time it would ring, would mean he still had a chance to pick up the phone.

But he didn’t. Straight to voicemail. You didn’t know what else you expected.

“Hey, Pete.” You sniffled, looking up at the ceiling so your tears would fall out of your eyes.

“I know, I know I keep calling. I’m sorry. But I-” You paused to catch a breath. “I can’t. I hate missing you, knowing you don’t feel the same. I hate that I continue to love you the same, to this day.”

“This will probably be the last call, so you can stop worrying about that. At first I wanted to fix us, one less thing to get worked up about. But now, I think I just want to learn how to live without you.”

(You lied through your teeth. You really didn’t. But admitting it to him was probably your best shot at being able to understand that for yourself.)

“I-I’m sorry. Goodbye, Pete.”

You ended the voicemail. You sat there, on your couch, with Spidey next to you, staring at nothing.

You wanted to at least let him know you were trying, maybe then you wouldn’t seem as pathetic as you actually were.

Your phone unexpectedly pinged, interrupting your ongoing thoughts.

9:52 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Hey, beautiful.

Hi, if you’re just so happening to be re-reading this story, you’ll notice I changed up literally everything. The first version was literal ass and I hated it. So I’m hoping you’ve enjoyed it!

But if you’ve just read this for the first time, be glad you didn’t see the other one, lol.

I love you all and all of the support you’ve been giving me 🥹💗

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!!

[oimatchstickman]

"Girl problems again, huh?" "What?! No, that's crazy..."

[fullofmultitudesfullofshit]

okay so I’m REALLY late to playing the spider-man games but something I really LOVE about Peter & Miles’ relationship is just the level of CARE and good-humor Peter takes in teaching Miles. Like, in Spider-Man: Miles Morales there’s a mini-game challenge where Miles has to save each of these hostages, but each of the HOSTAGES IS JUST PETER as a HOLOGRAM 😭😭😭 and Peter is just like doing a weepy impersonation of a person he’s saved before: “OH I HOPE SPIDER-MAN COMES” 😭😭😭 and then once Miles finishes each task, Peter is like, “WOW you’ve turned me from a spider-man into a SPIDER-FAN” and Miles laughs a little at his TERRIBLE dad joke HFKWKRKE it also destroys me that Peter set up these fun little training challenges with recordings of positive encouragement and mentoring bc he had to learn that shit in ACTION, but he clearly wants so much better for Miles. ANYWAY, it KILLS me bc you can so tell Miles loves every minute of it and Peter just LOVES this fucking kid so much GOD

[meocartdis]

Gamers unite!

Old project idea.

[meiluu]

Merry Little Christmas

Peter Parker Drabble

Peter Parker/ Reader (Gender Neutral) Can be any peter, but I'm envisioning the ps4 & ps5 ver. cw: FLUFF, Christmas vibes, soft peter :(, slight hurt/comfort (peter is exhausted from patrol)

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Snow softly fell from the sky, blanketing New York, creating the perfect scenic view of the city that never sleeps. The muffled sound of cars and the occasional disgruntled citizen was all you could make out, as you tried to keep a close ear out for peter. Sinking deeper into the couch, bundled up in one of Pete's old college crewnecks with some very festive socks and a soft blanket as you watched old Christmas movies on the T.V.

An all too familiar thump reached my ears, then the soft slide of the window being opened. expecting to see Peter, as per usual, instead you hear him make his way into the bathroom along with the sound of the shower being turned on.

A soft frown took over your face, maybe Pete had a bad patrol... but New York had been relatively peaceful for the past few days. It seemed as if the cold weather and the holidays had deterred most criminals from making an appearance. Only a little while later did peter emerge from the bathroom clothed in a soft black tee and a pair of gray sweats. Then he was making he's way towards you on the couch, pulling back the blanket peter slotted himself in-between your legs as he laid his head down upon your chest.

Not needing words you began to softly scratch his slightly damp hair as your other hand began to scratching his shoulders and back. A groan rumbled from his chest as he relax and sunk deeper into you. "I missed you." his words are a bit muffled but clear enough for you to hear then. "Missed you too, Pete." leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the top of his head. With the gentle and familiar rhythm of you heartbeat Peter is quick to succumb into hiss exhaustion, falling asleep into your embrace. And you are quick to follow, you anxiety that you always carried with you whenever Peter went out as Spider-Man leaving you. There you both relished in each other, you who would always be there to give peter that sense of home along with your infinite amount of love for him- and him, who was not only the city's protector but yours as well, someone who when it came down to it you could always rely upon. With that big heart of his wholly yours, the both of would always find comfort and a loving embrace from either of you.