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Andrew!Peter With A Skater Girlfriend Would Include...

Request: May i request a tasm!Peter with a skater girlfriend

Sure my lovely @maycat-19-142! I’ve never skated myself so I’m using poetic license here lmao <3 

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(I do not own TASM or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @guyinagreensuit.)

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You first caught Peter’s attention during both your last years of High School. The final bell had rung, and instead of going home Peter had decided to sit on one of the lunch benches in the courtyard, and try to fix the camera Flash had knocked out of his hand during first period. Despite how much he scrunched up his eyes behind his glasses, and tried his hardest to concentrate on which little screw goes into which fiddly mechanism, he kept on coming distracted by someone skating out of the corner of his eye.

To be completely honest, the whole camera thing was just a ruse. Just a fabrication, just a way that he could sit and not draw too much attention to himself as he looked at you. He had been in love with you for a while now, and he had spent may an afternoon pretending to do his homework, or nap, or listen to music on this very bench to just gaze at you. He was too afraid, too awkward to just come up to you and say, ‘hey, Y/n, so I don’t know if you know, but my name’s Peter Parker and you’ve owned my heart since eighth grade.’

He nearly drops his lens in surprise, lanky arm reaching out to grab it and nearly punching you in the face when he finally is drawn out of his musing and realises you’re standing right in front of him. With a big smile on your face, you kick up your skateboard and hold it against your hip as you hold out a hand to him.

‘It’s Peter, right?’

He has to stop himself gasping in surprise, instead wildly blinking in shock a few times before realising himself and taking your hand within your own. Shaking it all wobbly like jelly, his slender fingers can’t find a way to let go of yours until you gently hand his hand back to him with a giggle.

‘Yeah. Yeah!’, he starts suddenly, reaching up behind him to scratch the back of his head. ‘And you’re Y/n, right? I- I saw you skateboarding… you’re pretty good. I skate too!’

He points at it while you take a seat down on the meshed metal beside him, stifling a laugh but also pretending not to notice at the way his leg jumps when your own settles to rest against it.

The two of you end up skating back to his house together, after just sitting and chatting about everything and nothing for a little while. The two of you spend hours outside his porch, just laughing and chasing each other, sitting down on your boards and racing each other down the street.

It was just one of those natural things, as if the two of you had been doing this forever. Sitting behind him, resting your arms around his waist, he turns his head slightly to grin at you. Smiling back, you rest your cheek on the back of his jacket as the two of you go rolling off down the hilled tram lines nearby, and everything in that moment just felt right. As if the two of you had always done this. As if you were meant to. As if the Universe was just waiting for the perfect time and offering the perfect opening to draw two soulmates together.

The two of you spend a lot of weekends hanging out at the park near your house. Peter sits by the edge of the fountain, holding his camera up and trying to take pictures even close to capturing how ethereal you look in the golden rays of the summer light as you skate by him, posing each time you pass. Rolling over the cobbled bricks, he makes it a game to try and grab onto your waist each time you go past, and if he succeeds, he’s rewarded with a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

He sneaks out of his bedroom window at night to go and sneak in clumsily through yours. Before you spend the rest of the night and early morning before graduation cuddled up against his chest while he strokes happily, euphorically over your shoulder with that cute little glint of adoration in his eyes, he drags you out. The two of you go skating together down the roads, and avenues, and promenade, blasting indie music through your earbuds and just holding hands as the honey rays begin to melt their soft sweetness over the top of the house rows. 

It’s always the best parts of his day - just a little slice of heaven in the midst of the hardships and uncertainties of his life. You are always the best of him, showing him the goodness and beauty life can bring.

He keeps on tripping up though, and nearly breaks his board clean in half. It’s only because he keeps on trying to sneak little giggly, puppy dog eyes over at you when he should be looking where he’s going.

Sometimes he’s more playfully sneaky, though. Times like these, he pretends to fall over just so he can grab onto your shoulders and tug you against his chest as he stumbles. He’s all ‘wooaaahhh’ as he, in a very obviously fake manner, falls onto the ground. It’s just an excuse for you to land on top of him, so he can wrap his long arms and legs around you like a koala bear and press a thousand warm fast kisses over your face as you laugh.

You’re very good at patching him up after rough days as Spider-Man, because during your early days of skating you had to do the same on yourself. Sitting on the edge of your bed, he slumps between your knees as you reach down and apologise as he winces, the alcohol wipe burning against the scrape on his forehead. He knows you’re tough, and resilient, and so, so amazing and more than he deserves, but as soon as you’re finished he rests his forehead gently against yours with a warm sigh. Keeping his eyes closed, he just lingers next to you, letting you know that he’s warm and safe as his fingers dance across your cheek.

“Loki’s chasing power. But the reason he’s chasing power is because, really, he’s chasing self-esteem. Anyone— I think anyone who feels powerful has no need to reach for it. Those in the world who feel they aren’t powerful, they seem to have no self-love, no self-esteem, are constantly trying to get the power.” — Tom Hiddleston

Random Peter Parker/Spiderman headcanons (gender neutral)

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-Sends your favorite flower(s) to your house/apartment while he's on patrol

-If you like a certain candy, he'll ask Mr. Stark to buy a whole crate

-Yes, you two have done the legendary Spiderman kiss many times whenever he saves you from meager robbers

-Scared to hold/cuddle you because of his strength but slowly warms up

-Has helped you in any subject you may be failing in

-Would shyly reward you with kisses if you get the answer right when studying

-(If you have younger siblings) He gets along with them so well, a perfect babysitter(if Spiderman isn't needed but ofc that's rare)

-(If you have older siblings) He'll be a little shy with them but would have great conversations with them

-(If you have a pet((s)) Will get a teeny tiny bit jealous if you give them your attention but won't say it out loud

-Will support you FULLY with your hobbies, whether it's art, music, working out, cosplaying. He is your personal cheerleader and he's proud.

-He has a few doodles of you in his school notebooks, may have drawn a few small hearts on the side

-His heart swells whenever you see something you really like and you get a cute, bright smile on your face; He loves it when you're happy

-Loves it when you massage his tense muscles after fighting crime

-Your hands are small in his and he gets flustered whenever he looks at them

-If you feel insecure about your body, he will place kisses on the place you're insecure about and praises you like the masterpiece you are

-Random love notes in your school locker or in your school books

-Loves it when you're nerdy with him; you both could talk about Star Wars, Tony Stark/Iron Man, The Avengers, Star Trek, anything

-He gets so happy when you get along with his friends, especially Ned and MJ

-He loves that you deny Flash's pick-up lines and how independent you can be

-You both have danced to many songs, RnB, Pop, Metal, well known meme songs

-Matching onesies

-Being Spiderman does make his confidence go up but whenever he approaches you as his alter ego, he's your shy bean Parker

-Loves your singing voice, even if you're not trying

-HE IS THE LITTLE SPOON AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND

-He gets nightmares from losing his parents to losing his uncle to his scary enemies so he'll set his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat while your hands run through his hair

-He tries to not talk about you to Wade because...it's Wade

-Regarding your sexuality or sexualities, he is all in with supporting you after doing more research because he may not know them and would feel embarrassed if he asked

-He is ready to be the shoulder you need to cry on INSTANTLY, he's got your favorite movie/movie series on, favorite snacks and drinks, favorite stuffed animals(optional). Or if you don't want that, he's ready to hold you in his arms while singing lullabies to you

-After that, he'll ask if someone said something or did something and he definitely will confront them.

-In conclusion, Peter Parker is hopelessly in love with you and will do anything to make you happy

if hopeless romance, fantasy, a cottage with garden, museum of art and colour palette would be a person, it’d be me.

when anthony bridgerton said, “you are the bane of my existence. and the object of all my desires.” he was actually quoting me when i talk to my fictional boyfriends.

"We are fortunate that President Trump has indicated that he will work with us on a solution to reinstate TikTok once he takes office. Please stay tuned!" how about you go fuck yourself

When I'm not thinking about slow burn shit between characters that should be together, I'm thinking about the slow burn between my ideal version of myself and a character that deserved better

tiny little promises (dandelion seeds)

loki x gn!reader 

summary: the reader is struggling, they dont want loki to notice (he does though, of course that bastard) 

warnings: depression, angst. 

a/n: im still not quite sure if this makes sense. its very late and this metaphor is very weak. forgive me, i love you. 

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