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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: miles morales x hispanic spider gn reader (featuring my accent)
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you pretend like you don't know who miles is.
ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 398 ~ established relationship
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: light hearted name calling
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ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: let's pretend what happens after this scene does not happen
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Word on the block was that Miles finally got invited into the Spider Society HQ–whether on good terms or not–and you were more than excited to see him again... but Miguel might not like that. He knew you'd met him when you were shot out of your universe into his over a year ago, but he didn't know you've been visiting him ever since; at least that's what it seemed like. You didn't know exactly.
As you walked into his office, or more the long hallway of useless technology before it, you heard Miles shout from the distance, "Te trajE una empanada!" (I brought you an empanada!)
You knew his Spanish was bad but it still hurt to hear it. You covered the rest of the way with big steps, getting a quick glance of Miles and then turning back up to Miguel to give him an excuse, "Hey Miguel. I just got back from–"
"(y/n)!!" Miles exclaims, wrapping his arms around you in a hug you struggle not to reciprocate. He was ecstatic at everything here, you could tell, but he was even happier seeing you.
You pretend you don't know him, but squeeze his shoulder in the hopes of sending him a silent message. "Miguel, quien es e'te man?" (who is this man?)
"What do you mean?" He gasps outlandishly, "It's me, Miles!"
"Millas?" (miles?)
"Not Miles like la distancia, pendejow. ¿Qué te pasou? ¿Te dieyron un golpetóne en la cabeyza?" (like the distance, idiot. What happened to you? Did they punch you in the head?)
"¿Qué-?" You recoil with convincing disgust, "¿Qué 'tas diciendo homb'e?" (What? What is this man saying?)
"Hombre??" Miles's nose scrunches up and his eyebrows furrow, clearly he was insulted, "What happened to "mi amor", ah? Who do you think you are??" (Man??)
Okay he wasn't getting the memo. "Miguel, solo dime quien es e'te man con el español de primer grado." (Miguel, just tell me who this man with the first grade Spanish is.)
"You don't have to keep up the act." Miguel finally regards you with his scowl, which is deeper than usual. "I know you've been using my gadgets to give your little "bf" a kiss every weekend. Very primitive use of the technology I lend you."
So he's known all this time. You sigh, but at least it means you can wrap an arm around your boyfriend. It also allows him to press a relieved kiss on your cheek.
"Sorry, mi amor." Hopefully he's not caught up on what you've said. You glance at him and see that his eyes look like <3 <3 so he's definitely not taken it too hard.
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miles very much seems like a !! and ?? kinda boy
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goosewriting · 10 months
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📮 You got mail!
Welcome back to requests!! Hope you’ve been doing well-!! may I request reader that does biscuits on Hobie? Like what would his reaction be? They’re human, but when they hug something or someone they’re close to their hands turn into fists and kinda knead/tap the persons back or wherever their hands are in the hug. I’m okay if you add anything else here, can be in any format you like :^D
💌 -BVA🐰🎟️
biscuits.
summary: reader “doing biscuits” on hobie.
relationship: Hobie Brown x GN reader
warnings: none, pure fluff!
word count: ~550 
A/N: BV anon my beloved<3 this request was so cute, thank you! by no means do i know how to write hobie’s accent so i hope i still made our boi justice :’D 
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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As you wake up, you keep your eyes closed for just a moment longer, enjoying the warmth of your bed. Taking a deep breath and stretching your limbs, you blink a couple of times to get the sleep out of your eyes. Your gaze falls onto the figure next to you and you smile to yourself.
Hobie stayed over after movie night, and you just stay there for a couple of seconds, watching his back steadily rising and falling with each breath. Overflowing with affection, and with your brain still partially fogged by sleep and lazy cosiness, you scoot closer to your boyfriend and start massaging his back. 
First you draw indecipherable figures, your fingertips warm against his bare back. Then you use the ball of your hands to gently knead him, like a cat would. The thought makes you smile, knowing full well that if you could purr right now, you probably would. 
Suddenly, the skin under your hands vibrates slightly as Hobie’s deep chuckle resonates through him. You pull back quickly, heat prickling at your cheeks.
“Sorry,” you apologise with a sheepish smile, and Hobie shoots you a sleepy glance over his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He smiles, turning away again and shuffling a bit to get comfy, arching his back towards you ever so slightly.
“Good morning to you too,” he says through a yawn. “Don’t stop. ‘S nice.”
“O-oh, okay,” you respond, and get back to work. You’re not really sure what you’re doing, and there’s no pattern to follow, but through his grunts and hums, you try to figure out what he seems to like, and adjust your pressure and direction accordingly.
“So,” Hobie says after a few moments. “What’re you baking?”
Your hands stop their motions for a second as your brows crease together in confusion. 
“What do you mean?” you ask, resuming your massaging.
“Well, you’re kneading me like dough, so you better be making something delicious.”
You laugh and warmth spreads through your chest, both at his comment as well at the fact that he’s playing along.
“Hmm, yes. There’s a busy day ahead,” you say in a serious tone, emphasising every word with a kneading motion. “Pizza, cinnamon rolls, biscuits.”
Then a thought occurs to you, and even though he can’t see you, Hobie can hear your smile in your voice, no matter how hard you try to bite it back.
“So many biscuits,” you go on. “Hobie biscuits. Hobiscuits, if you will. Spiderscones, some would say.”
Hobie snorts, then turns around to face you and hugs you to him. He’s impossibly warm, and you unabashedly snuggle into his chest.
“Now I’m hungry,” he states. “Maybe we can do some actual baking today? I’m craving some sort of pastry with all this dough talk.”
“Yeah, me too,” you reply. “Good thing I got my biscuit right here.” 
Before he can give you a warning “Oi!” you give his shoulder a loving nip, making an exaggerated biting sound, and climb off the bed, quickly slipping from his attempt to hold you. 
“C’mon, breakfast ain’t gonna bake itself!” you tell him standing at the end of the bed. 
“Oh, it is on,” Hobie smirks, and you laugh as you skidaddle into the kitchen, with your boyfriend hot on your trail, eager to unleash a tickle attack on you.
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elespectadorfanatico · 4 months
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🍿 TÍTULO: LOBOS (WOLFS)
🎥 ¿De qué se trata? La película sigue a un "reparador" profesional contratado para encubrir un crimen de alto perfil. Pero cuando aparece un segundo reparador y los dos "lobos solitarios" se ven obligados a trabajar juntos, descubren que su noche se sale de control de una manera que ninguno de los dos esperaba.
🎬 ¿Cuál es el reparto? Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Austin Abrams, Amy Ryan, Poorna Jagannathan, Irina Dubova, Rob Riddell, Hassani Rizzo
🎟 ¿Dónde se puede ver? La película dirigida por Jon Watts (Spider-Man: No Way Home) llega a los cines del mundo en septiembre.
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galaxychaos78 · 1 year
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aLSO for the self shipping game hehe:
🕸, 🍽, 🎟
🕸 - Which one of you is the one to scream upon seeing a bug and which one of you is the one who kills the bug without batting an eye?
i'm pretty good about killing small bugs like flies or small spiders. but the second I see a bug that can either fly or are big enough that I gotta kill it with like an object, I'm letting Zoro handle that shit straight up. man doesn't bat an EYE and just kills it with the butt of one of his swords then looks at me crazy.
🍽 - What would your ideal dinner date with your f/o look like?
i feel like Laxus is a very "fast food" only type of guy in the sense that he wants to just be able to grab his shit, pay and leave. but he's not opposed to a sit down place & I feel like he really likes diners. so we'd head to like those 1950's style diners and he'd prefer a booth or outside, somewhere we could talk shit and people watch. would absolutely order a fuckton of food like a cheeseburger with like onion rings and barbecue sauce on it, a whole basket of fries, some chicken tenders and then like a coke and a strawberry milkshake to wash it all down. would also be lowkey a messy eater (but its only cause he loves it when I wipe sauce off his face or whipped cream off his nose).
CAN AND WILL STEAL MY FRIES. Like sir you have a WHOLE BASKET WHY DO YOU NEED MINE???
would tip hella good and then as we're leaving he'd ask "wanna get some ice cream??" like he didn't just eat a whole ass family meal. also this turned into like headcanons forgive me😅
🎟 - What would a movie date with your f/o look like?
Hawks is into a lot of movie genres. so when a new movie comes out that he wants to see, homeboy is already buying tickets. when we get to the theater, we get priority in lines, not because of his status, but because he's a top rewards member. gets the biggest popcorn bucket and slushee cup to share and Hawks is really good about putting enough butter and salt on the popcorn. likes to sit at the top and in the back row because of his wings and loves answering the movie quiz questions. can and will spend like 5 minutes trying to catch a piece of popcorn in his mouth and gets super pumped when he does. he loves previews and makes a note of every interesting movie that's coming out.
if we're not by too many people, he will explain the plot of a movie to me if its like a series. otherwise, he's silent and gets really engaged. i like resting my head on his shoulder and he just wraps an arm around me and gives me a lil' forehead kiss. stays until the credits are done and the lights come on and we talk about the movie as we're walking out. he will also take the popcorn home if there's a lot left. also turned into another headcanon😅
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gforcedrew · 2 years
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🆕️ Dec 1️⃣3️⃣, 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣2️⃣
SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE - Official Trailer (HD)
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marianajacqueline45 · 3 years
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: pavitr prabhakar x gn spider reader
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: pavitr was a touchy guy, you know this firsthand.
ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 852 ~ established relationship
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: a lot of kissing and hugging
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All Pavitr has wanted for months was to be with you. Maybe it was because you'd only just started dating, but it felt like could never have enough of you. He yearned for your kisses, sought out your hugs, and melted at your praise. There was nothing more he wanted.
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There should probably not be two spider-men in your universe, regularly that is. It was your universe, after all, but that didn't stop him from popping over for a visit.
The people of New York would ask who he was and why he only seemed to work part-time forever, but he didn't care for it. Also why you would work so much slower, even when there were two of you; and to that, there was only one answer.
"Pavitr..."
"What?" He groans.
"Police sirens." Ah, a rude awakening announced aloud by your angelic voice.
"Just a couple more minutes." Pavitr pleads, stuffing his head into the crook of your neck.
When you move your hands away from him, Pavitr yanks them back and holds on tight. He was being stubborn, even when New York was potentially in danger. "If I yanked us over the edge of this rooftop right now..."
"You wouldn't dare hurt your beloved."
"That may be true, but–" Pavitr's laugh interrupting you meant that argument was definitely over, so you began anew, "If I kissed you, would you let me go save New York?"
"Hmm.." Pavitr pulled away only to weigh his decisions, although he only knew there was really only one choice. At least he got a kiss out of it. "Okay."
It seemed your city was at the mercy of Pavitr's whim.
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PDA feared Pavitr. It was true. Nothing could stop him.
As the Spider-person before you exchanges stories with you, Pavitr waltzes over to wrap his entire being around you. Whilst you continue to speak casually–it was a normal, frequent occurrence–the other Spider-person halts in her conversation.
"Hey, I think you've got a spider on you."
You chuckle at her joke, "Don't worry about him. He's non-venomous."
Pavitr grumbles about how it feels offensive, something about feeling weak, but he's not helping it by staying curled around you. If the Spider-person before you weren't there, he'd have probably tried to climb into your arms.
Another time you're just eating in the cafeteria. A lot of spiders had different timezones, so at any given time, no one table was empty.
You were sharing one with spiders whose names you couldn't quite place when Pavitr plops himself down next to you and plants a kiss on your cheek.
His tray holds a single apple, but you didn't really think about it. Lunch was one or two hours ago in Mumbattan.
Throughout the meal, however, he keeps kissing you, and kissing you, and kissing you; on the cheek, of course, he wasn't evil.
"I think that's enough, Pavitr."
"You really think so? You say so? I wouldn't say so." His words come out fast, like a rollercoaster, just so he can kiss you again just as quick.
"I really do think so."
"I beg to differ."
You wrap an arm around him to feed his insatiable need to touch you all the time, even if it costs you your dominant hand, and spare the spider-people around you.
Thankfully, he seems pleased with just that.
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Was he too annoying? Nah, he couldn't be. You loved him at least as much as he did you. Probably.
Pavitr was usually sure about everything. He was sure that he could protect his city, that he was good at being Spider-Man, that he had good friends. He was even sure about things of the future. He could do anything he set his mind to.
He just wasn't too sure about you. He wasn't being annoying to his friends, but he could be annoying to you.
The blissful ignorance was no longer a novelty.
He stopped being so clingy, although he got as much physical touch as he needed to get going. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.
What he didn't account for, however, was that it was really easy to notice his withdrawal from physical touch.
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Pavitr, right now, seemed to be glowing more than usual. He was so much happier being in your arms than he would've, say, a week ago. He was giving you much less physical affection, and it certainly wasn't a welcome change.
"Pavitr?"
"Hmm?"
"I miss your kisses," Pavitr perks up in your hold. "and your hugs. You've been kissing me less and less. Is everything okay?"
He turns around to look you in the eye, an unintended pout on his lips. "I thought I was annoying you."
"Aw no, Pavitr, you've been perfectly fine. The other spiders don't really seem to care and I–well," You chuckle, "I really like your touch."
Pavitr lights up. He snuggles closer to you, letting out laughs in relief. "I like yours too," He pauses, realizing, "obviously."
"Obviously..."
"Okay, when you say it–"
"Hahaha."
"What??"
Clingy wasn't so bad. Not when it made your ray of sunshine so happy.
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: miles morales x hispanic male reader (featuring my accent)
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you're speaking spanish and he can hardly understand.
ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 635 ~ established relationship
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, kissing, miles sitting on your lap
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ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: if i miss any tildes just know im not a man who paid attention to his tilde classes and also the difference between por que and porque and when they have tildes (dont think too hard about the wingdings)
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Was it wrong to admire him? Maybe it was, you didn't know; staring at strangers was wrong, but this was your boyfriend.
Miles had an effect on you. You couldn't quite name it, especially not when he asked. You just knew it had you staring, staring at his wide smiles or his expressive eyebrows or how he looks like when he's focused on drawing. You often stared when he wasn't looking, but when he was, when he returned your gaze, offered you an automatic smile, raised a teasing brow, you couldn't help but to kiss him.
But, for now, you were just looking, admiring. You could only imagine how dopey you looked right now. It's probably hilarious.
"E'te man me tiene loco." (This man drives me crazy.)
"What?"
You shake yourself out of your stupor, "Nothin'. Keep drawin'."
"No, no, dijistes algo." ((you) said something.)
"Ahahaa, no." You try to laugh it off, but Miles can see in the way that you tense up that he's right.
"Mira yo se que me mientes." He lifts himself off his seat, pointing a finger at you. (Look, I know you're lying to me.)
You cringe internally at the fact he didn't pronounce his r correctly but continue on. You raise your hands in feigned surrender, "No sé de que me 'tas hablando." (I don't know what you're talking to me about.)
"Me 'tas? Metas?" The confusion was visible on his face, which was frankly adorable, "Like goals?"
"No, mi amor," Miles sits himself down on your lap–so casually–and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around him. The normality of it makes you relax again. "I mean to say, "me estas", but because of my accent, I cut out the "es"."
"So just say "me estas"." He replied, like it was that simple.
You roll your eyes, "I don't think about the way I say things all the time, you know. Just like how you forgot to roll your r's."
"I did not!" He shouts, pretending like he's offended.
"Oh, but you did."
"Ok, mira, carrro," He exaggerates it for you, "carrrrrro." (Ok, look, carrr. carrrrrr.)
"Okay, okay, now remember it."
"Whatever." He scoffs, "You've been deflecting."
"Have I?" You bring a hand up to fiddle with the unshaven hair at the back of his neck in the hope of distracting him.
"Yes." He digs his accusatory finger into your chest, turning the tables on you and your criticism of his shit Spanish. "Ey, stop trying to distract me."
You don't drop the hand but you stop playing with his hair, "Lo siento." (I'm sorry.)
"Dime lo que dijistes." (Tell me what you said.)
"Dijiste." You correct.
With a groan, he says it correctly. "Dijiste."
"Dijequemetienesloco." You say fast. It was a bit embarrassing to admit it, even with the many times that he's caught you staring.
Combined with his bad Spanish and how fast you said it, Miles did not understand a single word. "Dijek met ien lowcou." (👎︎♓︎🙰♏︎❑︎◆︎♏︎❍︎♏︎⧫︎♓︎♏︎■︎♏︎⬧︎●︎□︎♍︎□︎)
"What language are you speaking?"
"That's what you said." He laughs. "But seriously the curiosity is killing me!"
"Fine..."
He fiddles in your lap excitedly as he anticipates your words.
"Me tienes loco." (You drive me crazy.)
They were simple words but he didn't understand them. "I have you crazy? Do I drive you mad? Do you think I'm that annoying?"
Stuck in your own embarrassment, you ignore his rambling and begin your own, "I mean I actually said "Este man me tiene loco" but you know it's practically the same thing and you'd complain about me calling you man porque it's so impersonal and–" (This man drives me crazy.)
Meanwhile he's over here still trying to figure it out, until, "Wait it's "You make me crazy!". Ohhh."
You prepare yourself for teasing but are instead met with a soft little kiss.
"I drive you crazy, huh?" Miles smiles one of those smiles you always adore.
"Yes." There would be teasing later, you were sure of it, but for now you relished in kissing him. You couldn't have enough of him.
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pairing: peter parker x gn reader
req: no | wc: 849
summary: Asking your crush to help you with your homework, in his own home, was probably a bad idea.
warnings: swearing
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Peter Parker was a genius. It was a well-known fact around Midtown High. Although mostly, it wasn't 'genius', it was 'big nerd'. Whatever—point was, he had high grades, turned in his homework on time, and made amazing presentations. Being quite the opposite, you admired him. He was a good example of why you should study. Academic success! (potentially) Getting into each University you apply! A resume you just can't turn down! Not to mention he was kind. You'd bumped into him on occasion and have built a bond over that one project you had together. And, don't forget, he was super sweet...
So maybe you had a crush on him. Maybe pursuing him would lose you a couple unspoken, social brownie points. You didn't much care for those anyway—but he wasn't just a big nerd! The wonderfully friendly, lovely kind; he was pretty. Peter Parker was–you swear it's not an exaggeration–the prettiest boy you'd ever set your eyes on.
Maybe you wanted to get to know him better.
"So, tomorrow, after school, at the library?"
He'd agreed with that. But when the time actually came… "Sorry! Aun–my aunt, May, insisted I bring you over. She says, like, the only friend I have is Ned! Which is clearly not true by the way," Not to mention his rambling was cute. "but she said I needed to make a good impression. You already have a good impression of me though. I think. I–uh, sorry for assuming. Unless I'm assuming correctly? I–"
So here you were, in his room, sat awkwardly at the edge of the bed, laptop on your lap. This may have been an excuse to hang out with him, but you actually did have homework. Peter laid behind you on the bed, having finished his homework an hour in.
"After the blip, I found out a bunch of these Star Wars movies and shows came out–Mandalorian, Solo, Blips ironically–in the five years I'd missed. I had to watch all of them. Each one. It was annoying—not that it wasn't enjoyable! Just–"
You stop him in his rambling, unfortunately, to ask him about a problem. "Hey, Pete, number 18? What the fuck am I doing."
He snickers and sits up to lean over your shoulder. "That's–" He stops himself before he can accidentally insult your intellect, "…it can be confusing. Let's see… So," He points at a part of the problem on your screen, reaching over your shoulder. "this part. Doesn't it look similar?"
"Oh, yeah."
"You do everything you've…"
In no time, Peter manages to explain the problem to you, thankfully being able to avoid complicated jargon. He continues his rant, staying in his sitting position behind you. "Anyway, I had to find a balance between work and binge-watching. Aunt May complained that I was hardly coming out of my room."
"I think I did it."
Peter leans his head over your shoulder again. "You did." He smiles, "Well done. The procedures a bit vague but,"
"Thanks." You turn your head towards him.
He stops in his tracks, lips open mid-word.
Your faces were so close to each other. What was that, a couple centimeters? Fuck, you can't think right now.
He clears his throat, "What was I saying?"
"I don't know." You admit.
You don't move away from each other.
His eyes move down and… "I've always liked your lips." He licks his own. "They always seemed plump. A nice color too, remind me of roses. They look like they belong to your face. I mean, they do!" He musters a small chuckle, "Just that… your face is a puzzle and your lips are the perfect piece. I…" Peter rambles on, and not once does his gaze leave your lips.
"Do you want to kiss me right now?" You ask abruptly.
"Y–" The sound comes out weak from his lips. He clears his throat, trying to find his voice. "Yes." He admits.
"Good." Your hand meets his cheek and he almost jolts away from it. "I do too."
He leans, and so you do. You slot together like pieces in a puzzle. At least, that's what you'd like to say.
Peter's nose bumps awkwardly against yours. "Oh–!" He lets out a small, nervous laugh. As much as the embarrassment burns in your chest, you laugh too. "I'm sorry."
"Nah, I think that was joint effort."
He laughs at that too.
You kiss. Finally. You didn't think it would only take one "date" but you're not complaining.
The kiss feels just like everything you have and haven't imagined about it. Were you fantasizing about kissing him in the middle of class? Maybe. But it's also more than that; more than anything you could've ever dreamed of.
Peter pulls back. He would move his head and his stare away in bashfulness, but your hand was on his cheek and he didn't want it to move.
"That was…" He trails off, not knowing what to say.
"Good?" You ask.
"More than that." He replies with a small laugh. "Way, way more than that."
You lean in for another. Then, maybe another one after that. The homework may or may not be forgotten.
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gforcedrew · 3 years
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🏡 🛋 🖥
#SpiderManM3 🕷🤟🕸 Ⓜ️3️⃣
#SpiderMan #M3 From Home Stream
#MovieMonthMarathon to #SpiderManNoWayHome 🎟
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - 2018
🎬 youtu.be/tg52up16eq0
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🎞 https://g.co/kgs/xb6CRN
🎶 youtu.be/eNPg5bkPt1s
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▶️ youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnyKjqeoypM_LBGYiXdKgNmvOgODilMks
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gforcedrew · 3 years
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🏡 🛋 🖥
#SpiderManM3 🕷🤟🕸 Ⓜ️3️⃣
#SpiderMan #M3 From Home Stream
#MovieMonthMarathon to #SpiderManNoWayHome 🎟
The Amazing Spider-Man - 2012
🎬 youtu.be/-tnxzJ0SSOw
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🎞 https://g.co/kgs/L18JRY
🎶 youtu.be/fn15NuU-T4M
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📹 youtu.be/qM1gL_gB-rE
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🎶 youtu.be/yHecfJydu1Q
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gforcedrew · 3 years
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#SpiderManM3
Spider-Man 2 - 2004
Michael Bublé - Spider-Man Theme (Junkie XL Remix)
youtu.be/O1vnumeKgaI
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🔙🔗
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gforcedrew · 3 years
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🏡 🛋 🖥
#SpiderManM3 🕷🤟🕸 Ⓜ️3️⃣
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#MovieMonthMarathon to #SpiderManNoWayHome 🎟
Spider-Man 2 - 2004
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gforcedrew · 3 years
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Spider-Man Soundtrack
Chad Kroeger feat. Josey Scott - Hero (2002)
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gforcedrew · 3 years
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#SpiderMan #M3 From Home Stream
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Spider-Man - 2002
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