#[muse: peter parker]

[wxbslingers]

+ @fairtsuki I Continued from here ( X )

+ If SCIENCE and web-swinging hadn't proven to be his CALLING over the years, there MIGHT have been a career for him in COMEDY perhaps . With all the practice that he'd gotten through throwing some of either the BEST or the WORST quips at his opponents over the years, it had to have been good for SOMETHING . Other than completely making sure those opponents wanted to KILL him even more . As far as he was CONCERNED , now was a PERFECT opportunity to use them , even with the SHAKE of the head he'd seen from Mary Jane.

" What ? I thought that would be ROMANTIC ; not wanting to be asleep unless you're right here with me. " He teased as he wrapped his arms around her . " You're the ONLY thing that helps me sleep some nights. "

[naxghtyslingers]

+ @mutantmuses I Continued from here ( X )

+ The single second that he felt Emma's eyes lock onto his, Peter swore he could feel a chill run down his spine . Getting into this was one of the craziest ideas he'd ever had , that much he was absolutely sure of . But when it came to people he would trust as much as even talking about this idea to ? Emma was near the top of the list . That was never in question in his mind . Leaning back into his chair, he drew in a long, deep breath , before moving his hands over his jeans .

" Well ... Mary Jane and I have been ... experimenting . With trying new things, and well ... " There was heat already pooling in his face, he could feel it. Talking about these kind of private things was rarely easy . " I want to be able to give her the absolute best that I can with this ... idea ... she's got . And I was hoping that you'd ... be able to help me prepare for it. "

[geminigirlbeauty]

Nebula felt something was truly wrong on earth and kisses rocket on the forehead before taking a small ship to earth and landed in an New York alley

@purple-surgicalborg

Peter was lounging on his bed when he heard a commotion outside of his window. Getting up, he glanced out the glass to see a strange ship.

[displxcedspice]

"...Pete? You ready for the beach?" North blinks. He's ..raising an eyebrow.

Peter stood there, staring for a moment until he registered what North was asking. "Uh, yeah, I'm ready...for-for the beach."

[musesinked]

starter call ! from the dorkiest spidey .

[skullhub]

MUSE PROFILE: Peter Parker (Earth 26496-B)

Name: Peter Beckham Parker

Age: 17

Pronouns: He/Him

Height: 5'2"

General alignment: Lawful Neutral

General personality: Impulsive, Intelligent, Socially Awkward, Anxious, Has a blunt way of speaking, pays attention to details, Energetic, Sort of an insomniac, Puts others before himself, Hard working, Overly prepared for everything.

Family: Mary Parker (Mother, deceased), Richard Parker (Father, deceased), Ben Parker (Uncle, deceased), May Parker (Aunt)

Home: Queens, New York City. Earth 26496-B

Backstory: Peter parker’s backstory is nearly identical to every other spiderman’s story. He got bit by a genetically modified spider that gave him superpowers, lost his uncle ben after he got killed by a mugger, and learned that great power came with a great amount of responsibility.

It wasn't until his junior year of highschool that things really started to ramp up for Peter. For the first time he now on top of dealing with the burglars has to deal with a bunch of superpowered villains that absolutely despise him for multiple different reasons. He’s been struggling trying to adapt to all the new changes in his life, and currently he’s also grappling with his own guilt after realizing his own impulsivity and recklessness possibly created a couple of the same villains he still fights to this day. Despite everything he deals with as Spider-man, Peter still tries to live as normal as a life as he can outside of his heroic duties. He still goes to school, he still has a side-job where he takes photos for the daily bugle occasionally for money, and he’s doing his best to try and have a social life again now that he’s able find balance again.

Extra Info: Peter is sort of Symbiote-phobic due to his traumatic experiences dealing with his universe’s symbiote, both when it was trying to control him and when it had bonded with Eddie Brock. The ladder having traumatized him so bad that now he looks over his shoulder near constantly whenever he goes out by himself.

Peter excels when it comes to science and math but he often struggles with subjects like English or Art due to him not being totally invested in those classes.

He made the spider-signal belt he wears when he was around 15, having gone through a couple prototypes of the signal before he finally settled on the model he wears now.

Peter is often a bit clumsy when he’s not paying attention to the world around him and his spacial awareness is also affected by how tunnel-visioned he gets while doing certain tasks.

Peter recently has not been really paying attention to when he gets injured (like when he gets bruised after a fight or when he gets a small cut somewhere) and he only starts to realize how badly he got hurt either when he touches the injury by mistake, or when the adrenaline wears off after the battle and he finally relaxes. This is not the case for when Peter injures himself to a larger degree however, regardless though he’ll just try to brush it off as “just a little scratch.” To avoid worrying anybody around him.

Peter’s sleep schedule is all out of whack due to everything he has to take care of in the day. So he doesn’t usually go to bed until like around from Midnight to 3am.

[spider-archive]

Peter looked at the other. “Are you sure this is a good idea? we can get into a lot of trouble if we get caught?” Peter asked quietly

[kaitlinamberxo]

“But I'm nothing without this suit!” “If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 99/100: Peter Parker / Spider-Man

[captin-azoth]

IIII HAVE BRAINROT~

Doot da doot DOOT DOOT

I HAAAVE BRAINROT~

BA BAM

[mb-blue-roses]

AtSV musings.

So, the final scene. With Gwen & her team.

[Image ID: A screenshot from the end of Across the Spider-verse. From left to right it shows Peni Parker standing on Sp//dr, Hobie Brown, Peter B. Parker holding Mayday, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, Margo Kess, Peter Porker, and Noir Peter Parker. All are staring forward. End ID]

I have one question about this. So obviously B, Peni, Pavitr, and Margo probably still have their watches, and Gwen has the one Hobie gave her, but what about the others?

I imagine that Hobie has another one for himself, but does he have more bonus watches that Ham and Noir can use? I'm genuinely curious about this lol

[wxbslingers]

+ @localwebslingers asked: ❝ I’m lucky to be alive? Says the guy I saved five minutes ago. ❞ (from tasm!Spidey for USM Spidey? multiversal shenanigans?

+ " Aren't we BOTH pretty beat up right now ? " Today was going to ensure that the HEALING FACTOR he'd quickly discovered he had would get a WORK OUT . It wasn't nearly as BAD as the time that WILSON FISK had decided to use him as a personal PUNCHING BAG , but it wasn't exactly his definition of ' FUN ' either . Wincing underneath his mask as his body made it CLEAR the pain he was in, Peter at least TRIED to take some satisfaction from the sight of the UNCONSCIOUS villain laying amidst a room that looked more like a WARZONE than the BANK it had once been .

" ... can I just say that this is WEIRD ? "

[mareagirls]

Hi! If you’re ever in the mood to write a sickfic I like this idea.

Peter and reader are on a date, but reader feels nauseous. But, reader doesn’t want to tell Peter because a: they’ve both been super busy lately between Spider-Man duties and college and/or work and b: because even if reader won’t admit it, being vulnerable and being taken care of kind of scares them. But Peter finds out/figured it out and wants to help and fluff ensues.

Anyway, it’s just an idea. No pressure to complete (obvi)! Hope you’re doing well and drinking water! <3

~🥧

 hey pie anon! i hope this is okay and i'm sorry it's months late! I forgot it was in my drafts :')

You realise something is wrong when you’re only a quarter of the way through your pizza and Peter is over half way through his.

You feel sick. Or at the very least least like you might be - nausea brewing uncomfortably in your stomach as you take small bites of your food.

Your boyfriend chats away opposite you, blissfully unaware that you've started to feel queasy, so you plaster a smile on your face and swallow hard. The two of you have been incredibly busy for the past few days between your work and his vigilante duties, and the last thing you want to do is ruin the first peaceful moment you’ve had together. You can tell how much Peter has needed a little normalcy. The thought of ruining it because you’re feeling a little off feels incredibly selfish.

Beyond that, you're not used to letting people take care of you, and though Peter has told you countless times that he likes doing it, you can never quite dislodge uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability that blooms in you whenever he does. Letting yourself be loved, allowing Peter to look after you when you're not feeling too well - they're processes. You've been trying to work on them for a while, but it's difficult. It always has been.

You’re just trying to rub at your chest discreetly when Peter looks up at you from his almost empty plate. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Yes! Yeah, everything is fine." Your reply comes out wobbly and you only realise afterwards that you’ve made too much of an effort to sound alright. You smile at Peter through gritted teeth and try foolishly to convince yourself that if you pretend the nausea doesn't exist, it'll go.

Peter doesn’t look like he believes you for a second.

"Are you sure? Do you not like your pizza?" He pushes his own plate towards you as if it's the easiest thing ever, offering you his last two slices. "Here, baby. We can swap."

The tender easiness in the gesture very nearly makes you want to cry. Peter Parker might just be the loveliest boy you’ve ever known.

"No, Peter it's okay. My pizza is good,” your hands shifts slightly to rub against your abdomen, Peter tracks your movements cautiously. “I'm just kinda full I think.”

Your boy raises an eyebrow at your barely eaten pizza but nods, never one to push you for explanations.

"I'll ask for the bill and a box to take the rest home. We can have the ice cream in the freezer when we get back. How's that sound?"

The thought of ice cream makes you feel queasy, but Peter seems so hopeful and he's looked so tired and sad in the past few days that you cant help but indulge him.

-

Once you’ve gotten the bill and packed your leftover pizza into a takeaway box, Peter takes your hand in his and guides you out of the restaurant.

New York City in the evening is a sensory nightmare, but your nausea does abate slightly thanks to the fresh air. You catch Peter looking down at you and stamp an awkward smile on your face.

"Home?" He squeezes your fingers gently.

Your stomach churns at the thought of having to go so far, but Peter is looking at you like you've hung the moon and the stars - the journey home feels a little more bearable with him by your side.

"Yes please."

"You okay to walk?" 

"I'm fine, Peter. I promise."

"No, you're not, baby. And that's okay, you don't have to tell me what's wrong if you don’t want to. Just let me take care of you."

You sigh, resigned. You don't even know why you tried to hide it from him. Peter can quite literally hear your heartbeat, of course he was going to clock that you're not feeling too well.

Peter keeps his body angled towards yours as the two of you walk, and you soon realise that he's shielding you the best he can from the light around you and all the bodies rushing past. It's a small gesture, one that he might not even realise he's doing, but makes your chest flutter pleasantly

Then, just as you think that maybe the nausea is easing up, another wave of discomfort overwhelms you and you stumble.

Fortunately Peter catches your wrist just before you can do any real damage, balancing your pizza box in his free hand. He helps you back up easily, his fingers a warm pressure on your skin.

"Woah. Hey, hey, sweetheart. Let's just stop for a second, hm?"

You are mortified, and very sorry about how inconvenient you're being but when Peter pulls you to a stop, you oblige. Tears swarming in your eyes, you make one last ditch attempt at snuffing out the discomfort by pushing your face into the soft sweatshirt your boyfriend is wearing. 

You feel him go still and for one horrible millisecond, you think he's going to push you away, but then Peter’s body relaxes and he presses you against him softly, almost as if he's afraid to hurt you.

You mumble into his chest. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologise," his lips are soft against the crown of your head. "You're good. Let's take a moment, alright?"

You nod, sniffing slightly.

"We're nearly there. Just a few more blocks to go." 

Something like a whine gets stuck in your throat and Peter coos gently, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. “I know. You’re alright, honey. I've got you.”

You straighten up after a few seconds, aware that this is not at all what he signed up for when the two of you left the house, and Peter frowns a little.

"You can lean into me, baby. You're not a bother."

And you do know, because he's said it to you countless times before in different variations. I like being there for you. You don't have to apologise. I'm here for you, it's kinda in the boyfriend job description.

Peter doesn’t have to repeat himself. When he nudges you closer, you lean in.

-

Once you’re at home, Peter lets go of you carefully, never taking his eyes off you as he reaches into his jacket pocket and pull out the keys to let you both in.

He places the pizza box on the microwave in the kitchen before following you through down the corridor, a hand ghosting the small of your back. When you reach the bedroom, he dims the lights.

You sit on the bed gingerly. Peter sits next to you.

"How are you feeling?" Peter asks.

You’re quiet for a while. Then, a small admission;

"I feel really nauseous Peter." You avoid his gaze. "It started in the restaurant. I don't... I don't know what's wrong."

Peter is silent for a beat. You take it as a sign that you've said something wrong.

"It's fine though. I'm sorry for ruining the meal. I know you were looking forward to this." your voice is hoarse. "I’m really sorry."

When you muster the courage to look up at him, Peter looks horrified.

"Baby, what are you talking about? You didn't ruin anything. It's okay." His hand comes up to brush at your jawline. "I got to spend time with my best girl. I feel like the luckiest guy alive."

You think he might be exaggerating just to make you smile, but there's real sincerity in his tone. "Do you want pain relief? Some ginger tea, maybe?"

Right now, you only want Peter.

"Can we just cuddle for a bit, please?"

"Oh, my girl." Peter is already pulling you down so that you're lying against his chest. "C'mere."

[localwebslingers]

@inhcritance asked: “Can’t sleep?” - To TASM Peter

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What had started as just getting up for a glass of water to try and calm his remaining nerves had ended up being three glasses of water, and sitting on the couch staring into it. Blankly and with the rest of the world just sort of falling away the longer he stared into the glass. As if somehow looking at the bottom of it would have a better option for him. Peter had barely even noticed Harry come to find him but looked over at the question before giving a bare smile and shaking his head, "Can't get back to sleep." he clarified.

Not because he didn't want to he just...couldn't.

Nerves were still just fried enough that he was worried he'd wake and bother Harry just laying there stuck in them. Which had kind of been what he was trying to avoid when Peter got up in the first place. As carefully and quietly as he could be, but that never really worked when Harry tried getting up in the morning either. He wasn't sure why he thought it would work this time, "Sorry I woke you...have you been awake long yourself?" Peter wasn't really sure how long he'd been sitting there, just that it was still dark outside and his throat didn't feel so dry anymore. That had to count as some kind of improvement.

Peter took another sip from it and nodded back down the hall, offering Harry a small smile with it, "I'll be back in a minute, if you want to go get settled again." he'd been hoping to finish the current glass and go back anyways. Try to get a few more hours of sleep squeezed into the night and hopefully not feel quite as bad by morning, "Really I'll be right back in.."

[tangleweave]

i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered - Peter from Tabby

[ The Hearts We Hold / Accepting ]

"...yeah. Uh." Peter's hand shifted up to behind his neck and rubbed the base of his spine, his lips curving into a smile that bore more embarrassment than mirth. "I, uh... I kind of... lost my phone."

Not entirely the truth, not completely a lie -- but it was the best he could do under the present circumstances. Was he really supposed to explain to Tabs what he did during the moonlight hours? That he'd been chasing a purse-snatcher and had experienced the mortifying reality of having his discarded backpack disappear from the place he'd put it?

On the other hand, that last might be a little more palatable than just presenting her with the not-quite-facts. "It was in my backpack. Whole thing got swiped. But whoever got it, they got my pre-calc book and my gym socks too, so I guess the joke is on them?"

He tried to give her an expression that was maybe not quite so defeated, but allowed his shoulders to sag as he sighed only a moment after. His gaze swept across the baseball diamond, their respective teams already into the second inning by the time he'd found Tabs sitting in a corner all her own on the bleachers.

"Anyway. My aunt said I have to scare up the money for a new one on my own. Probably just try to get a flip phone, maybe. One of those burners like you see in the Bourne movies." His mouth twisted to one side in a not-quite-grimace. "And meantime, I've gotta interact with people like I'm normal. Who even does that anymore?"

He slid a little closer to her and leaned a shoulder into hers. "So how're things?"

[mythic-rose]

❝ — "Really? You seriously think I'm a cop? In a skintight red and blue suit?"

rose's 100 favorite fictional muses — 21/100: Peter Parker

[fotibrit]

In philosophy, theres a thought experiment called the Happiness Machine. Within the thought experiment, a person is given the chance to step into this perfect machine, which does the following things:

Analyzes the person in it, in order to perfectly understand what would make them most happy.

Simulates, perfectly, that life which would make the person the most happy

There is no way for the person inside the machine to know that what they're experiencing isn't real. The person believes that they really are living through all the things that the machine simulates. However, the person never gets the leave the machine. They will spend the rest of their life in the happiness machine, as happy as they ever could dream of being, fully convinced they're living through it.

I fully believe that Steve Rogers chose to "step into the happiness machine" by time traveling back.

And I wonder whether, IF Peter did get in the happiness machine, would he be Spider-Man? IF Tony got in, would he have ever been Iron Man?

Would Peter and Tony have known each other, in the happiest version of their story?