#〘 ☓ ⸺ ; muse; peter parker ��

[brizie-doodles]

Been stalling on posting but s/o to @ask-spiderpool 's lovley Anita and Peter...they are everything 💖💖💖

[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

[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

[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.."

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Watching No Way Home and I just wanna shout:

Isn't he MAGNIFICENT!!! - at the sight of the magic literally flowing from Stephen's hands in his final scene 🥰🥰🥰

...and also...

Please, oh please, can't we just have some more of Stephen mentoring Peter Parker and America Chavez? PLEEEEEESE??? That's not too much to ask for, is it?🥺🥺🥺

[ironman-tonystark]

One thing about living with the other Avengers is that you just get used to people popping out of vents or dropping down from the ceiling to ask if we can order pizza.

[underoospeterparker]

request ! peter (parker) has a photography class assignment and reader is the subject <3

this request has been here forever and i'm only getting to it now - this isn't proofread

snapshots - a peter parker x reader fic

"pete!" you called over to him, waving from your locker. as soon as he spotted you, his face softened and a wide grin spread on his lips.

"hi baby," he greeted as he made his way over to you, immediately reaching you to press a kiss onto the side of your head.

you pouted, asking quietly, "can i get another one?"

your boyfriend laughed softly. "so polite," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you, on the lips this time, and you sighed softly as he cupped your face in his warm palms. "i missed you," he said, smiling against your mouth.

after almost a year of dating, peter could still make your cheeks turn bright red. you blushed, suddenly shy as you replied, "i missed you too."

he wrapped an arm around your waist as you both started to walk out of the school, talking about nonsense that happened in different classes, and he burst out laughing when you mentioned how you gave flash so much shit in class for being such an asshole.

once he caught his breath, he mumbled a soft "that's my girl."

fighting back another blush, you asked, "how was your day? anything interesting happen?"

peter paused for a second, before saying, "we have a new photography project coming up." he hesitated, but you coaxed him into telling you more, big brown eyes wide and curious. "we have to choose a subject."

"you got any ideas?" you questioned.

he nodded, a serious look on his face. "you."

"huh?" your playful look turned confused, and you turned to face your boyfriend, stopping abruptly. "what do you mean?"

sensing your mood, peter stopped too, taking the moment to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "you're my muse for everything, baby. and i want you to be the subject for my project. i wanna show the world how beautiful you are." he hesitated, then added, "if you're okay with it, of course."

"are you kidding?" you flung your arms around his shoulders, pressing your head into his sweater. "i'd love to, pete."

he beamed at your response, peppering kisses all over you once you pulled away. "thank you."

"so," you said as you reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers and squeezing them tightly. "when do we start?"

[kamwashere]

https://www.tumblr.com/devine-fem/757987361602912256/this-ship-isnt-boringbad-you-guys-dont-get-them

... thank you! i'm going to kill myself now!

[wxbslingers]

+ @fairtsuki I Continued from here ( X )

+ 「 📱」 — They're always good ones when they're about you ;) 「 📱」 — Or is that too cheesy to say first thing in the morning ?

[cloudybrews]

Peter Blinks looking around the room, and winces as the reader looks at him. " I can explain"...

[fablesuntold]

@musingmemories sent: ❛i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.❜ — From Mary-Jane to Peter Spider-Man)

‘Thank you for protecting me.’ While not a common phrase thrown around in everyday life, Peter had grown all too used to hearing it exhaled out through shaky breaths of relief.

Whether it was stuttered out after catching somebody last second as they plummeted down from a height to what had almost been a gruesome end, or after rushing into a burning building and pulling a victim out unscathed? It always ended the same with endless gratitude being thrown his way, sometimes assisted by tight hugs and even kisses to his mask from the more eccentric of people— not that Peter particularly minded the showering of affection after a job well done. The life of a hero and the adoration that came with it sure did make a nice change to the scowls and abuse he received in his everyday life living as Peter Parker.. the college freak. A dork. As opposed to a ‘thank you’ it was always ‘move it or I’ll beat your ass, Parker!’ Before being shoved into a row of lockers or a trash can to be made a mockery of for the whole college to laugh at yet again just for simply existing.

It was nice to feel desired. Respected. But with great power came great responsibility— Uncle Ben’s words the constant reminder in keeping him humble and grounded in his newfound fame, a reminder not to let the power get to his head. Although Spider-Man was somewhat of an icon? Peter Parker was just another ordinary guy from Queens.

However.. today Peter may have made an exception in showing off just a little in saving his long-time crush who just so happened to be his next door neighbour— the girl next door, quite literally. Mary-Jane Watson, caught up in an alleyway brawl.. outnumbered six to one. That seemed like an unfair match, and Peter highly doubted she’d intended on attracting the attention of the sleazy scumbags who seemed dead set on getting handsy with her. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out exactly what they wanted from her— and it wasn’t just her purse. Even just the thought had Peter’s blood boiling so much so that he had no choice but to intervene.. as Spider-Man, of course.

Pulling his punches in this instance had been tough. The wolf whistles sent her way prior to his interruption, along with the disgustingly lewd innuendos barked at her only fuelled him to drive his fist harder into each one of their smug faces. What was New York City coming to when a woman couldn’t even walk home alone safely at night? But Spider-Man wasn’t a killer. Despite how badly he wanted to teach these guys a real lesson.. enough was enough.

❛i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.❜ The somewhat sheepish tone pierced through the silence, prompting Peter to reluctantly release his hold on one of the unconscious perpetrator he’d delivered a beat down to. Just as well MJ had stepped in, otherwise.. would he really have been able to stop himself?

Regaining his composure and allowing the rage clawing at his chest to ebb away, Peter finally turned to face MJ to stare at her through his mask. “Oh, no. Don’t mention it. I’m just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, remember~?” Although a thank you wasn’t necessary at all.. there was no denying that hearing it fall from MJ’s lips made his heart skip several beats. It wasn’t everyday your crush gawked in awe at you either, as if you were the most amazing thing they’d ever come to know. “..Hey, I remember your face. We met a couple days ago. I have to say it’s becoming quite a habit, you getting into trouble.. I’m starting to think you’re a magnet for it.” A light tease in hopes to ease any lingering anxiety she may have felt— Peter finding it oddly less difficult to talk to her as somebody else. Somebody who didn’t hunch or stammer over his own words.

Risking a swift glance around at the groaning heap of animals men who were barely conscious, Peter couldn’t help but to wolf whistle at the bloodied sight before him— a taste of their own medicine. “They’ll be feeling that tomorrow.. but how about we focus on getting you home, hm?” Friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man; both hero and chaperone, apparently. Truthfully? He’d just finished his rounds of the city anyway. And like hell he was going to pass up an opportunity to walk MJ home— well.. Spider-Man walking her home, technically. Not Peter.

[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. "

[spidey-official]

Hiii this is more for mod rather than spidey but how would I go about starting an rp account? I really wanna get into it but I don’t know if it’ll go okay or if I’ll be able to rp someone that isn’t already taken, etc.

xx C

(Also I love your blog, I just found it and I’ve been scrolling through it lol ❤️)

Hello!! August/Mun here!! Lemme help you out

Starting a RP blog 101

1. Setting it up

So, you want to make an RP blog... Well, you've come to the right place!

To start off, you need to decide between opening up a side blog or making an entirely new account! If you make a side blog, you have complete and quick access to both your main account and other side blogs with a click of your finger, but you won't be able to send asks or like posts from your RP account. Instead, you would like things with your main account and send anon asks with a sign-off ( i.e. - @respect-the-hyphen ). As for a different account, you get access to both of those things, but it would take longer for you to switch between your main and RP. Personally, I made a side blog since I run many, many blogs and would like to quickly sift between all of them. This is entirely up to you, though!

Now, let's talk about setting the stage for your RP escapades. Your username should reflect the essence of your character or the theme of your RP universe. I personally chose respect-the-hyphen because I adore how pressed comic Peter gets over this. Your title should also reflect your blog, and you description can be anything from literally nothing to a long introduction. Your profile picture and banner should be eye-catching and give visitors a taste of what to expect from your RP. Think of them as the opening credits to your RP story.

As for your inquiry about choosing someone not taken, don't worry about that. No one cares if you become someone already taken; there's always room for interpretation and creativity. Just be yourself and have fun exploring the character's personality!

2. Getting out there

When you're ready to dive into RPing, consider creating an introduction post. This can include a brief bio of your character, their motivations, and what kind of interactions you're looking for. It's a great way to signal to other RPers that you're open for business! This is your chance to showcase your creativity and set the stage for epic storytelling.

After that, start interacting with other RPers by liking, reblogging, and commenting on their posts. Plus, make sure to add a few posts of your own into your arsenal. I set up a queue to post twice a day at prime time. When you start getting asks, I recommend answering a few every day or so and sticking them into queue so you have content for a while if you get busy. Queues are very, very useful

I promise it'll go alright. There are no rules for RPing. Just be creative and be you. Headcanons, original characters, and more are all welcome.

Remember, RPing is all about collaboration and storytelling. Have fun exploring your character's personality, engaging in interactions with other characters, and building memorable storylines. And most importantly, don't be afraid to be yourself and let your creativity shine!

Hope this helps!!! Happy RPing!!!!!

Also awww I'm glad you like it <33